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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

#mmmmm #i like them big and awkward and mean #and i like controlling big dogs with pussy 😃#makes me feel powerful ok #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon thoughts

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ghouljams · 3 days

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Hear me out: explicit instructions with Ghost. The man already wants to follow orders, he's hard wired and trained for it, why not bring that into the bedroom?

Playing with yourself, just feeling over your pussy with your fingers, bored and toying with/teasing yourself over your panties, you realize you sort of wanna eat someone out. There's just something so fun about it, the feel of soft skin under your tongue, the taste and warmth. Blow job's are plenty entertaining but sometimes... well it's not like you're going to twist yourself into a pretzel and you're starting to squirm so you grab Ghost. Poor thing, takes one look at the way your panties are sticking to you and climbs onto the bed between your legs, all too interested in getting his mouth on you. But why should he get to have all the fun?

You let him drag your panties down with the agreement you'll tell him exactly what to do, and he'll do his best to respond. So you do just that, telling him exactly what you'd want to do to yourself. His broad tongue licking up your slit, spreading your folds to taste you. You pull his head back and he gives a low description of your taste, heady and a little bitter, you press him for more and he sighs like you're asking him to move a mountain. Then it's, "taste like I wanna bury my tongue in you, how long are we gonna play this?"

You make him lick around your cunt for that. Dragging his tongue over the prickles of hair on either side of your slit, lapping at and sucking on skin that rarely gets attention. He bites the bend of your hip where your thigh connects, all tendon and muscle, and it makes you jump. You buck against his mouth and give a little breathless giggle as he kisses the area apologetically.

You tell him to kiss your clit, tell him to circle his tongue around your entrance, only letting him press in when you start to squirm. Then you tell him to hold your hips down (something he does all too eagerly) and give the same attention to your throbbing clit. Tight little circles, wiggling his tongue against the aching nub, sucking until you tell him to pop off. Ghost slumps at your cunt with a growing desperation each time you pull him off for his description.

How does it feel? Am I warm? Can you feel me clench on your tongue? Is it soft, do I smell good, are you having fun, are you getting tired, do you want me to come? He seems to be losing patience, but not the way you'd expected. Pussy drunk, that's how you'd describe him. Absolutely pussy drunk. His eyes a glossy, his lips red and his breath panting, your slick covers his mouth, drips down his chin. He groans when you press him against your sex, animal and deep in his chest. One of his hands leaves you to fish his cock out of his trousers, the slick sound of his fist dragging the fountain of pre-come he's drooling out down his length is drowned out by the sloppy sounds of him eating you out exactly how you asked him to.

A little more to the left, now up, right there. Fingers? You plead, his other hand leaving you hips to stuff two thick fingers into your cunt. You tighten around them, eyes fluttering at the burn of stretch. It's gone in moments, replaced by the wonderful drag of being opened up. His fingers curl totally stroke your sweet spot, and Ghost pulls off your clit without the needed pull.

"Wrappin' around my fingers like velvet sweet'art," he mumbles, "so tight for me, I know you like it here-" his fingers push against your gummy walls, "-little spongy spot the gets you squirtin' on me." He jabs his fingers against it, thrusting his hand fast and hard, you can hear the wet smacking of his heel against your skin, can feel the built up pressure pushing and pushing and pushing against your stomach. You tighten up around his fingers and he groans, kisses your thigh. It feels like if you take any more you might break, but it's electric, it's like poking a bruise, you don't want to stop even when it hurts.

Then it snaps. A trickle may as well be a stream the way you come on Ghost's fingers, soak his arm in your orgasm while he shudders through his own.

It's not a perfect substitute, but it'll do in a pinch, and the way Ghost drags his tongue over your cunt, soft and worshipful, makes you think you could do this any time you wanted. What a good boy cleaning you up afterwards. You should reward him, maybe by letting him eat you out some more.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x oc #x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #oc: goose #f!reader

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rxzennia · 2 days

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picky eater

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 leviathan? dog under the table! avvy, won’t you come home in 18 hours 30 minutes? final tribute to you before your release <3

aventurine shows up in your office without knocking, as he often does. you look up from your work, raising a brow – you’ve gotten so used to him doing this that you’ve given up asking him what he wants altogether.

“what, i can’t even visit my own secretary?” he teases, trotting up to your desk and setting down a delicate bag of… something. “lunch, my dear, lunch. you skipped it again, didn’t you?”

you ignore his pet name for you and stare at the bag, then at him, then back at the bag

it’s quite endearing how he tries to make sure you eat regularly

even though your composition doesn’t quite need you to eat the way other people do

not that you can’t, you just don’t really need to, so you don’t

it’s just less effort for you and more efficiency

but who are you to deny your boss’s goodwill?

“thank you,” you say, giving the entire bag a quick sniff. “the usual?”

“the usual.” he confirms

more like if he gets anything else there’s quite a high chance that you won’t like it

he’s realized that you’re picky as hell

even though you literally eat monsters for fun

okay, maybe not for fun

his point still stands, though

when it comes to your taste buds they’re the most hard to please things ever

it’s okay, someday he’ll find your favorite foods

in the meantime he’ll keep getting you stuff he knows you’ll eat

this information is obtained through trial and error, by the way

read: a lot of trials and a lot of errors. mostly errors

you flash him a small smile under your scarf

he doesn’t miss it; he’s known how to read your expressions by the changes in your eyes now

you set your papers aside and carefully put the few boxes of takeout on your desk

you have limited space on your desk because of the way you set it up

you don’t like big, wide spaces

when you finally pull down your scarf, aventurine’s entire person lights up with joy.

“what?” you ask, because he looks like that every time he sees your face.

“nothing,” aventurine chuckles, “just thinking about how you used to kick me out whenever you had to take off your scarf.”

you look at him from the corner of your eyes, your spoonful of rice half-raised

you are unimpressed

“would you like me to kick you out?” you offer very kindly

so cold

but he knows you’re not actually going to kick him out

still. so cold.

“hey, i brought you food!” he whines

you nod in agreement. “and i said thank you.”

why are you like this

please, as much as he loves these back-and-forths with you, have some mercy

then again the sight of you eating well is really heartwarming

plus the fact that he’s the one who's treating you

worth it 10/10

you’re using utensils like everyone else, but somehow you still eat really quickly?

what in the sorcery

you finish the contents in the boxes that smell familiar

the trustworthy boxes™

and that leaves you with… one delicate little box

it smells… ominous. like a crime against your tongue.

you look at aventurine with doubt in your eyes. what is he trying to feed you this time?

“cake,” he says, “i asked around for the best cafe in town.”

“you asked topaz.” you slowly take off the ribbon and open the box.

ouch, must you be so truthful?

because who else is he supposed to go to for these things?

it’s not like he can just ask anyone!

and he really wants to know your preference towards sweet things

you’ll eat very, very lightly sweetened things

but what about proper dessert?

you’re gentle towards the box; you’re staring at the canary-shaped cake

more examining than staring, actually

seems like you appreciate intricately decorated things

he’s making a mental list of things you like and don’t like

even though you’re not very cooperative with him on this

c’mon, he wants to know everything about you! he wants to treat you right! let him!!!

(you do not know of the existence of such a list)

you pick up the mini cake and sniff it

pokes it with your tongue when you think it passes your sniff test

sweet, but nothing too bad so far

time to take it further

you try a tiny bite in the corner

your senses get assaulted by sugar, if that even makes sense

no. 0/10 would not recommend.

but you keep your face blank so as to not be blatantly obvious

“hmm.” you set the pastry down on your desk like you’re deep in thought.

“how is it? you like it?” aventurine awaits your answer eagerly, watching you closely. a little too closely, to be honest.

“please do not ever visit that store for cakes again.” you say, getting a spoonful of the unbitten side and offering it to your boss. “mm.”

you’re telling him to try it?

the way you’re asking is so adorable

not even words, just a little hum and a small wave of the spoon

he does have a try of the cake

and have you feed him while he’s at it

very happy right now

would be better if the cake wasn’t sugared like it’s a day’s calories concentrate

he understands your response now

trying his best to not cringe

also knows to never ask topaz for dessert recommendations again

“if you don’t like it, let’s just toss it out,” he suggests, because he wouldn’t be able to stomach that either

you got this from him

territorial snake moment when he tries to take it from your hands

you hiss

jumpscare, he did not expect that

also oddly happy that you’re protective of the stuff he gives you

also concerned

“you’re not going to force yourself to eat that, are you…?”

“what are you saying, of course not,” you say, setting the barely-eaten canary cake on your desk all the while keeping aventurine’s hands away from it.

then your scarf comes and swallows the thing in one gulp.

what.

“it…” aventurine points a shaky finger at the white fabric that morphed into a faceless serpent’s head at the ends. “it ate it? just like that?”

“if it can swallow monsters whole, it can eat an overly sweet cake.” you shrug, finally wiping your mouth and pulling your scarf back up.

aventurine’s jaw would be on the floor if it was physically possible. unfortunately, it isn’t. “i thought you could still taste when your scarf eats things?”

“monsters.” you reply, patting your scarf as it settles into a regular piece of cloth again, “it tastes monsters. not food.”

so that's how you managed to finish even the things you absolutely hate? by having your scarf eat it?

aeons, there’s still so much he has yet to learn about you, isn't there?

#honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x reader #honkai star rail x reader #ares's voracity pathstrider tales

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asterias-record-shop · 3 days

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star, doll, goddess, muse — (r.a.b., m.r., t.n., l.b.)

Your boyfriend Regulus was the hottest guy in school, and the rest of his band mates were definitely up there too. When he asked you to be part of his band as a singer, you didn’t expect his band to be a part of your entire relationship as well. 3.1K words – happy birthday bestie! @nastyyavenuee

“Reggie, I don’t like the lyrics,” you sighed as you pressed your face into the pillow, throwing your notebook across the bed. “They don’t fit the mood of the song.”

“What do you mean, darling?” Regulus looked up from strumming his bass, raising a brow. “I thought you liked them.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “That was before Enz started adding all of those drums and now it sounds like a sex song.”

Regulus grinned. He only grinned like that with you, specifically when he had dirty thoughts. “Oh yeah? What kind of sex song?”

At first, you didn’t really realize what he was asking. “Come on! Mattheo wrote, ‘perfect skin glimmering as she pleads, stars running down her cheeks as she screams?’ That is literally fucking someone and making them cry.”

Regulus stood, setting his bass down and walking over, coming behind you as you shifted to lay on your stomach. He softly kissed your shoulder blade as you continued to mumble the lyrics under your breath.

“I don’t even have any lines to sing! And what is this? It’s you, She’s my star, she’s his doll, and then it switches to Matty, she’s my goddess, she’s his muse, and she’s all of our- *laugh.* What the hell does that mean? Laugh in asterisks? What does that mean?!”

He laughed softly as he continued to kiss your skin, humming softly. “Think, my star,” he mumbled, continuously kissing against the back of your neck. “Just think… my darling star.”

You inhaled deeply, swallowing. “This… it’s about me?”

He laughed. “Of course it’s about you, doll… who else would it be about?”

You smiled, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he slipped his fingers under your hips to slightly lift you up. He positioned himself above you as he helped support your now lifted ass, slipping a pillow under your hips.

“I don’t think it was the best…” you inhaled as he lifted your skirt, his tongue trailing along your shoulder. “To expose me like that.”

“Expose you?” Regulus laughed. “How is it exposing you when you’re always so obvious?”

“Obvious?” You scoffed slightly, unable to stop yourself from giggling slightly. “How is it so obvious?”

He laughed, using one hand and keeping you up before he started to undo his zipper with a soft groan. “Look how you don’t even protest or anything… you’re so used to just being lifted up and used.”

A sharp inhale leaves your mouth as he softly begins to roll his hips, letting his cock rub against your bare cunt as he groans softly. “Come on, you know that… you know that when we started opening up the relationship, I had to be ready… at all times…”

“Oh, I know,” he groaned, slowly sipping inside with a sharp inhale. “Fuck, you’re so perfect… so perfectly stretched, who fucked you last?”

You groaned as he steadily rolled his hips, moaning as he kneeled down behind you. “M-Matty… Matty fucked me last.”

He hummed, groaning as his thrusts got more collected, easing into a steady rhythm as you dug your nails into the pillow. “You like his dick better than mine?”

Oh, you liked all of their cocks for different reasons. Mattheo’s dick was the perfect blend between girth and length, Regulus’ cock was mainly length, Enzo’s was more on the shorter side with a larger girth, and Theo’s cock was perfect on both length and thickness, but he kept himself prettily groomed.

“N-No-!” You gasped as he snapped his hips forward, roughly fucking you into your cunt, groaning into your ear. “R-Reggie!”

“Mmm, such a perfect cunt,” he murmured into your ear, groaning softly. “Dammit… mhm, I’m going to love watching my cum drip down your thighs as you play that guitar.”

You blushed madly, inhaling as you tilted your head back. “Oh my goodness…”

He laughed again, groaning as he started to move faster, his hot breath fanning your ear as you pushed your hand back to hold his head with a soft whine. “My star, you’re so fucking perfect…”

“F-Fuck, I love it, I love it…” you whined mindlessly, rutting your hips back into his as he groaned.

“There you go, keep fucking yourself back onto me,” he moaned, pulling you closer as he kissed the back of your neck. “Come on.”

You moaned loudly as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, whining as he continued to roll his hips, fucking into you faster as you felt your stomach start to twist and clench. “R-Reggie-!”

“I know baby, I know… cum, cum on my cock… and then I’m going to fill you up so much that you’re going to be leaking.”

You whined as his hand slipped under you, his fingers rubbing against your clit roughly in a circle as you choked softly, tilting your head back as his face ducked down to kiss against your neck. You could feel your orgasm getting close at the added stimulation, whimpering softly as he continued to rut his hips roughly, groaning into your ear.

He felt your cunt clenching around his cock, a telltale sign that you were about to cum as he continued to rut his hips. “Fuck, you get so tight…”

Your mind was blurred as you whined softly, unable to think of anything else. Your stomach was clenching as you neared your orgasm, his loud grunts barely able to be heard over the ringing of your ears – fucking hell, you were so close.

“R-Reggie…”

He groaned as he twisted your clit, just rough enough for you to get pushed over the edge, cumming as you whined loudly. As you came, your walls clamped down on him, pushing him over the edge as well for him to cum into you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you whined loudly, your stomach burning as you came on his cock, his cum slowly pumping into you. The hot ropes of cum made your stomach twist as he continued to languidly roll his hips, tilting his head forward as he moaned into the crook of your neck.

“Fucking hell, my pretty star… you drive me crazy…”

You whined softly as you held onto your pillow, his lips pressing to your head against the sweaty hairs stuck to your skin. “Take a rest, baby… we have band practice later.”

You hummed softly as he stayed inside of you, closing your eyes as he helped your body steadily lay against your bed before kissing your head again. He doesn’t pull out, not that you wanted him to, steadily holding his weight above you as you softly kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” you whisper softly into his ear, humming.

“I love you too, my beautiful star,” he whispered back, kissing your head again as sleep slowly took over.

When you woke up, Regulus was dressed and you had some new clothes on. It was Theo’s favorite outfit, a yellow plaid skirt with a black button down that had Theo’s initials engraved on it, as well as some black blocky heels that covered your fishnet leggings.

Almost on cue, Theo walked out of the restroom, smiling at you. “Hello, my muse,” he smiled, humming as he walked over, rubbing his head with a towel. “Good nap?”

You hummed, leaning your head into his kiss as he softly held your cheek. “Yeah. Good nap.”

“Good, my muse,” he mumbled as he ducked down to softly kiss your lips, smiling. “I got you dressed so you could go and sit with us in the astronomy tower while we practice.”

You paused slightly, tilting your head as he softly puckered his lips to yours again as he continued to talk. Oh, Theo was always good with his mouth. “I’m not going to practice?”

He hummed, shaking his head as he kissed the corner of your lips. “No my muse, this is our song for you.”

You smiled as you leaned into his chest, humming softly. “Fine. Help me up.”

And he does, helping you stand against him before Regulus walked over and pulled you onto his hip. “Good morning, my star.”

You smiled as you leaned into him. “It’s not morning, Reggie.”

“Well you just woke up,” he hummed in response as the three of you walked out, Theo leaning closer to you. “It’s only right to say good morning.”

“Is it though?” Theo said playfully, smiling as his eyes trail over your chest to see his initials monogrammed onto the shirt you wore.

“Shut up,” Regulus snapped in annoyance, pushing Theo’s head away as he ducked down to give you a kiss.

“I’m agreeing with you, my muse. I feel like that should get me a kiss…”

He puckers his lips as you blushed madly, pushing him away as you cover your mouth. What was so bad about the school not knowing you fucked four guys?

Honestly, it wasn’t bad. You weren’t embarrassed. You just knew that as soon as everyone knew, they would never let anyone forget.

The entire flight up the stairs, Regulus tried to push Theo off of you as he kissed you repeatedly. Normally, he didn’t mind too much, but this time, he minded more than usual because Theo was obviously getting horny with your clothes on him.

You giggled as you walked into the rehearsal room, biting your lip as his hands pulled your waist into his own, kissing against your neck as he groaned into your ear.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbled into your ear, groaning softly as you pushed your hand back to cup his face. “You’re so beautiful…”

“Go play,” you smiled, gasping as you felt a slight spark of electricity run up your finger, and when you looked up, Mattheo was already sweating as he set down his guitar and walked toward you, holding your hips tightly and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “Did you shock me?”

He hummed, nodding as you spoke into his mouth, groaning softly as he pulled your waist into his and groaned into your mouth. “Hell yeah I did,” he mumbled, tilting his head as he pulled you closer. “Wanted your attention on me-”

You yelped as someone dragged you away from him, Enzo grinning as he cupped your face and pulled you in for a firm kiss. “Didn’t want you to forget about me…” his fingers slipped under your skirt, sliding down to where your cunt was still bare besides thin strips of the fishnets. You gasped as he bit his lip, groaning softly as he slipped his fingers into you. “Oh you’re fucking filled…”

“Quit it!” Regulus gets on stage, grabbing his bass that he must have brought earlier. “We have to practice.”

Enzo rolled his eyes, giving you one more kiss. “Boss is calling, doll,” he smiled, chuckling slightly. “Go sit down, we brought you up a couch.”

You smiled, humming as you kissed him again. “Okay.”

So you moved to sit down, the boys getting behind their instruments before Regulus jumped down, throwing something at you. At first you didn’t realize what it was, blushing when you saw the pink vibrator as he held up the remote.

“Play with yourself as we play your song. Makes it better.”

You weren’t going to say no, especially when you knew that he was going to let all of them take turns with the remote, and they always looked so hot when they played their instruments.

So, you laid back on the couch, watching as they correlated which parts went to who. Of course Regulus would say that you were his star and Matty would say you’re his goddess, along with the very explicit crying parts and all of them joined in for the chorus – even Theo who played the drums – but the rest of the parts were still open.

As you watched them argue, you got more and more turned on, slowly sliding the small vibrator up and down your slit. They slowly began mumbling instead of arguing, letting you capture their attention as they moved to settling the actual sound of the song.

At first, you don’t notice the missing guitar, still mindlessly pressing the vibrator to your clit as you smear the cum dripping out of you all around your puffy cunt lips, until a hand softly touches against your knee. Your eyes snapped open, stomach clenching as Enzo crawled toward you. You inhaled as he softly kissed against your thigh, kneeling in front of you. “Y-You should be practicing…”

“I should be,” he whispered, gently licking against your puffy lips as you whimpered softly, inhaling sharply as he parted your thighs. “But you look so pretty like this…”

You inhaled sharply as he took the vibrator from between your fingers, rubbing his fingers along your stretched cunt as you put your ankles over his shoulders, moaning as he brushed his tongue along your slit to lick up the cum. “I want you… I want you so bad…”

You moaned as you lifted your hips, letting him slide his hands under your thighs and pull you closer, his mouth enclosing your entrance and his fingers pushing into you.

A wail fell from your mouth as he did so – Enzo was always good with his fingers.

His tongue joined in with his tongue, groaning as he started to lick up the mixed cum that fell from your pretty cunt, his mouth eagerly opening and closing against your cunt before lapping at the newly formed essence that dripped out. “So… fucking… good,” he moaned, tilting his head back as he stroked your slit and started to rub at your clit with his other hand. “Fuck… you always taste so good, doll, so so good…”

“E-Enzo…” You whimpered, tilting your head back as he rutted his hips. “Pl-Please, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” he mumbled, groaning softly, pushing his face deeper into your now ripped fishnets. “Oh fuck doll…”

You whined, bucking your hips as you held the back of his head, unable to register the pausing of the music. You were too focused on his mouth to register Mattheo coming behind you, gasping as you felt something prod against your mouth. Your eyes flew open, looking up to stare at Mattheo’s pretty cock.

Mattheo was very good with his cock.

He smiled down at you, gently patting your lips with the tip of his cock. “Open your mouth, my goddess,” he hummed, leaning forward slightly. “And suck me off.”

Regulus pulled your hand to his cock, humming with a slight bite of his lip. “Come on. Put all of your body to work.”

Almost on cue, Theo came to your other side, pulling your hand to his cock.

“All of you,” he groaned, bucking his hips as Enzo grazed his teeth against your clit, making your hips jolt. “Make all of us feel so fucking good.”

You opened your mouth obediently, gagging softly as Mattheo pushed into your mouth, eyes rolling back as Regulus and Theo spitting into your hand as you felt Enzo’s mouth push closer to your entrance.

You started to pump his cock, gagging on Mattheo’s as he gently rolled his hips, groaning loudly. He inhaled deeply as you bobbed your head steadily, Theo and Regulus thrusting their hips into your hand. “Fuck, my star, you know just how to treat us…”

You choked as Enzo’s fingers got rougher inside of you, his other hand moving down to your ass. You gagged as you felt your eyes roll back into your head, his hands soaked from your wetness in your cunt, slowly pushing into your back entrance so that one of the boys could use you later. Your head couldn’t have tilted back more as Mattheo continued to use your throat like a fleshlight as he moaned loudly.

Regulus and Theo never paused in their thrusts, wrapping their hands around yours to keep your grip tight on their cock as you spread cum and precum up and down their shafts. Enzo continued to use his fingers to stretch out both of your entrances, your hips rolling back and forth to keep both of them inside of you, Enzo’s mouth never leaving your pussy.

He was sloppily eating you out, saliva and cum dripping down your slit down to the cushions of the couch as Regulus started to speed up. This was his second orgasm of the day, so he was definitely going to get closer faster than the rest of them.

Enzo wasn’t even close, Mattheo’s hips were moving faster as he rutted into your throat and tried to get to his high quicker while you were approaching yours quickly. He was so close just like you were, as well as Regulus and Theo as Enzo started to flick his tongue against your clit making you squirm.

You gagged around Mattheo’s cock, eyes watering as you tried to get to your high, your stomach clenching and twisting as Enzo continued to get you closer to the edge. The grunts of the men around you made your body tingle, and with one more flick of his tongue to your clit, you came all over his face.

The triple stimulation made your mind blur and your vision go black, choking as Mattheo’s cum spurted down your throat as cum splattered onto Theodore’s monogrammed shirt. It was hot and wet, so much so that you could feel it through the expensive fabric, gagging as Mattheo pulled out of your mouth and continued to spurt cum into your mouth and on your lips.

You eagerly licked up the pearlescent liquid as Regulus let your hands fall, inhaling. “Get on your knees.”

You did so quickly, Enzo quickly moving to your mouth so that you could give him head as Regulus laid beneath you, slipping into your cunt as Theo pushed into your ass, Mattheo staking his claim on your fist and keeping it tight around his shaft.

“You’re so fucking perfect, my star,” Regulus whispered into your neck, moaning against your sweat-shined skin. “Such a perfect little free-use lead singer for us.”

And you couldn’t have loved it more.

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Nightmares (1)

Tw: Fluff, a bit of nightmare comfort. To celebrate his release, enjoy.

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It had just been a long day, and Aventurine and you had finished off the day with a nice couch date with dinner and cozy blankets. He may have spent more time teasing you then watching the movie but, all's well that ends well? And now, here you two were in bed, on the brink of falling asleep, mumbling sweet nothings to eachother until you each fell asleep. But not everything was all that great, nor was everything so peaceful.. Aventurine doesn't wake up from nightmares very often, and when he does, he usually doesn't wake you. But tonight was very different, he was stirring and grumbling in his sleep..He was balled up in the fetal position, covering his ears and scowling as well as tearing up..though that was harder to see nor would he admit that even when he wakes up. "Aven..?" You whispered softly and sat up a bit and rubbed your eyes, looking down at him in confusion before gently rubbing his back to ease him out of his slumber. "Wake up.." You called softly and gently shook him but received no response. This nightmare seemed to be rooted deep in his mind, persistently tormenting and invading his thoughts even in the safe space of his own bed. He trembled slightly when he was touched until he opened his eyes and realized his nightmare was just that, a nightmare. "Hey-" you pulled him close once he sat up, gently rubbing his back and making sure he felt safe. The way his arms trembled and the way he sobbed made your heart ache, it was rare to see him so..broken. "You're alright..you're safe, i'm here." You reassured softly and kissed the side of his head, your voice and words of reassurance seemed to ease him and his sobs gradually were reduced to soft sniffles and hiccups. He squeezed you tightly before leaning back, "I don't know what game i won to have you." He muttered softly and held your face. You leaned into his touch and chuckled, "i would've ended up with you even if you lost." you smiled and held his hand before gasping as he suddenly pulled you into a kiss that he immediately deepened. He squeezed you again, furrowing his brows briefly before leaning back and smiling smugly seeing you out of breath. But even if he was smug, his grin was loving and playful, though the aftershock of that nightmare still lingered in his eyes. "You can just say i love you, y'know?" You teased and pecked his lips before flopping back and pulling him down with you. He gasped, but in the end wasn't very surprised as he looked at you, blonde hair messily framing his face as he tilted his head, "But i think my tongue works better in your mouth." He mused softly, chuckling seeing you pause. "Shut up!" You huffed and pinched his cheeks before squeezing him, "Aw~ You don't like when i state the truth?" he grinned, like a cheshire cat and pushed up a bit to kiss your forehead, smiling down at you. "You-!" Aventurine was so good with his words, and flooding you with embarrassment so much so that you couldn't muster the heart to respond. It clearly was his favorite form of entertainment, "Just- just go back to sleep!" You demanded in embarrassment. He tilted his head before scooting down again, setting his chin on your chest and smiling up at you. Those hauntingly beautiful eyes burrowed into your own, as if to get a good look at your own soul. "Your eyes are beautiful." You hummed and set your hand on his head, beginning to brush your hand though the messy golden locks. His smile seemed to disappear for a brief moment, but returned too fast for you to point it out in your sleepy state. "Hm..I like yours more." He muttered, the soft silence in-between words of love and praise along with your warmth seemed to be doing just the trick, lulling him back to sleep slowly but surely. Seeing him starting to nod off, you didn't respond..just brushed your hand through his hair until, finally, he was off to sleep..hopefully without anymore nightmares.

Thanks for reading.

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U ASK AND U SHALL RECIVE🫡

Eddie and reader layin in bed, reader half asleep, laying on Eddie’s chest with her leg on his waist(yk like the cute little thing where he’s holding her thigh on him?)

And he’s reading the lord of the rings, and starts muttering aloud, and the reader goes “just read it out loud”

And he’s just 😀 “huh”

then reader goes “you’re already practically saying it out loud, just read it to me”

Eddie swears he couldn’t fall more in love, like he thinks you’re already perfect but your Laying on him, In His bed, In his home, asking him to read you his favourite book?!

He’s going to get a ring tomorrow!

Or just give you one of his and slip it on your ring finger while reading or explaing the plot up to that point🤭

Thanks so much for your request!

Eddie x fem!reader

word count: 1,184

cw: none!

There were many things you loved about Eddie. You loved his sense of humor even though no one else seemed to get his jokes. You loved how smart he was and how he always seemed to have interesting facts on hand. You loved how passionate he was about the things he loved and that he had countless books about it all. But the thing that you loved most about Eddie was the fact that he always seemed to read everything aloud.

Whether it was something he had gotten in the mail or a message he had gotten on his beeper, it didn’t matter. It seemed to annoy everyone else, but it was something that you had grown to really like about him. You wanted to hear his voice any chance you got, even if the words directed towards you. Especially when you were falling asleep and he was reading one of his books. It had become your favorite lullaby.

Lately, though, you had noticed that he had been doing it less and less. He would no longer whisper along with the subtitles on the TV or mumble the words that were written in his books. Everything was quiet, his voice no longer filling the house you shared. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed it until he stopped.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed on a lazy Sunday. You were snuggled up into his side with your leg draped across his waist exactly where he liked it. One hand was resting your bare thigh while the other was holding his very beat up copy of Lord of the Rings.

You rested your chin on his chest, admiring the way he has his hair tied back and the glasses he always wore to read. He hadn’t even noticed you looking at him, his lips moving as his eyes scanned over the words in his book. He had read it so many times that you were convinced that he could have quoted the entire thing word for word.

His eyes finally locked onto yours and he set his book down, now favoring you. His now free hand rested on your back, leisurely rubbing it, something he always did to show his love for you without having to say the words.

“What?” He asked, looking down at you, his brown doe eyes boring into yours.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I just love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, a smile kicking up at the corners of his mouth. “Now are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind?”

Sometimes you hated that he was always able to read you like a book. How he could somehow read your thoughts, knowing exactly what was going on inside your brain before you did. Perhaps that was why you worked so well together. He always knew what you wanted or needed and was prepared to give it to you.

“It’s just-” you cut yourself off, trying to get your thoughts together.

“Hm?” His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poked through his lips, a telltale sign that he was deep I thought.

“You’re not reading aloud anymore.” A pout made its way onto your face, your lip jutting out. God, you were just so cute.

“I’m not what?” You had said the words so softly that he hadn’t heard the last part. He wanted to know what you were so upset about so he could fix it. He hated seeing you so upset.

“You’re not reading out loud anymore.” You were now straddling his waist, his hands moving to rest on your thighs.

“You’re right,” he nodded. He didn’t think you had even noticed let alone missed him doing it now that he had stopped.

“Why not?” You let out a little whine, your hands resting on his chest. It warmed his heart that you liked hearing his voice so much.

“Well-I guess I just figured that it annoyed you.” He chewed on his bottom lip-something he always did when he got nervous. You were quick to pull it from under his teeth. Your hand rested on his cheek, rubbing along the skin with the pad of your thumb.

“Why would I think that?” You eyebrows furrowed. “I love it.”

“You do?” His hand moved up to rest on top of yours.

“Of course!” You let out a laugh, wondering why he had been so confused that you had enjoyed hearing him reading. “I love hearing your voice.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I was just letting the guys stupid comments get to me. They hate when I do that so I just assumed you did too.” His band mates had complained so many times about him reading their song lyrics aloud and after hearing the complaints so many times, he had just jumped to the conclusion that you had hated his little quirk as well. He supposed he should have asked, but it made him feel too vulnerable despite how long the two of you had been together.

“Well, you were wrong. So you can do it around me as much as you like. In fact, I require it.” At that, Eddie was quick to take you into his arms, peppering your face in kisses as you let out little giggles. He then finally captured your lips between his in a lingering kiss.

“Now read to me, Eds.”

You curled yourself up into his side and he was quick to pick the book up, turning it to the first page so he could start from the beginning. He held the book to where you could see it as well and cleared his throat before he read the first page. One page turned into two and before the two of your knew it, he had flown through the first book and had moved into the next.

You could have stayed right there for the rest of your life and been content. It was just you and your man and his huge stack of books that had been practically begging to be read. You thought Eddie really was meant to read aloud. He put on a different voice for each character and used his hands as he spoke, really enveloping you in every single story he read.

You fell asleep after a few hours, but that didn’t stop Eddie. He continued to read, knowing that if he had stopped, you would have had something to say about it, somehow noticing from your deep sleep. He couldn’t believe that he had actually thought you had hated hearing him read. And that you had loved it so much that you had noticed when he stopped.

He looked down as he started the third book, looking down at you with so much love. He had really lucked out with you. No one had loved him so much that they were content listening to him read when they could have done anything else. At that moment, he just knew that he wanted to marry you and was going to have to take time to go buy a ring.

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Right Where We Left Off | Nico Hischier

Summary: It’s September in NYC and Ana finds herself unexpectedly face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend, Nico. They finally have the conversation they should’ve had seven years ago. But, where does that lead them and what does this mean for her future— their future? After all, who are they to question fate?

This fic is dedicated to @fallinallincurls for her birthday bingo. Happy birthday, Bre! I am always so grateful for the incredible comments you leave on fics. Pairing: Nico Hischier x F!OC Word count: 2.5 k No warnings (as far as I know). Bingo card tropes: Second chance romance, invisible string theory, they’re both idiots; it's always been you. Masterlist

Ana’s exhausted. After ten days of straight work and travel, she just wants to sleep and hide in her expensive hotel room. It’s a gorgeous day in New York City, not sweltering and muggy as it often feels in the summer, and she doesn’t want to waste the opportunity to actually explore the city she has visited many times but never enjoyed.

She turns her face up to the sun and closes her eyes. The sounds of the city carry on around her, and it’s strangely calming— it probably should be unnerving. Besides, she has to make a decision soon about whether she is going to move here, the offer letter taunting her from her email inbox.

Her mind wanders across the Hudson for a brief second before she catches herself, eyes flying open. She takes a sip of her mocha, savoring the drink that she hopes will bring her some energy.

It isn’t often that she has a chance to take a day off. Well, no, that’s a lie. She could take any day off if she wanted to. After all, she works for herself. But she usually never lets herself, always working through weekends in an effort to get ahead— of what, she’s not quite sure.

She has always been a workaholic: working two jobs in college, graduating a year early, and starting and selling her own company before the age of 25. She tells herself that her hard work has given her the happiness she has now. She now has the freedom she always wanted— independence.

Ana’s mother always points out that she’s rushing through life because she doesn’t have an anchor. She always goes on about how the stress and inability to relax is going to take her to an early grave. Ana always sees it for what it is: an unwelcome probe into her dating life.

She’s doing quite fine on her own, thank you very much— that’s what she always retorted anyway. She can't tell her that the only stress relief she needs is the occasional hookups from the fancy bars she goes to— a series of tall men with brown hair, warm eyes, and a good smile.

Before her mind even has a chance to ruminate on that again, a little boy bumps into her leg— causing her to spill her coffee a little— and runs to hide behind the chair opposite from her.

“You won’t tell him where I am, right?” he whispers. He startles her, and it takes her a few seconds to realize he’s probably playing hide-and-seek. It takes her even longer to realize this child is speaking in her native tongue. He peers up at her with pleading eyes.

“Of course, sweetie,” she replies, pushing past her confusion. He has big brown eyes and the cutest dimples— it makes her heart ache. She presumes the little boy is hiding from his father and scans the cafe for him. Having not seen anyone looking for a child, she turns back to her coffee and continues to drink it, observing the little boy. “I’m Ana. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jan. I can’t talk right now because I’m hiding, see?” he whispers.

Ana can’t help but let out a chuckle at the earnestness in the kid’s eyes. “Okay then.”

She’s just about to take another sip of her coffee when she hears a gentle voice behind her. “Jan, where did you go?” There’s a pause, “Oh! There you are!” The boy giggles and moves to hide under the table.

Her smile freezes— her whole body freezes. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle, and she feels her cheeks grow warm. It might’ve been seven years, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere— Nico. She doesn’t turn around, praying Jan will just run to his daddy and leave.

She is not that lucky. Footsteps approach her chair, his voice getting closer and closer to her as he says, “Oh my god. Come on, Jan. Get out of there!”

She closes her eyes and holds her breath.

“I’m so sorry if Jan’s been bothering you, ma’am. I—” His gentle, accented English stops abruptly, and a silence hangs in the air as she slowly opens her eyes. When their eyes meet, Nico lets out a barely audible “Oh.”

“Um,” her gaze darts around, trying to avoid the warm brown eyes that still haunt her dreams, “Hi?”

“My god, is that you?” he mumbles, barely audible. He stares at her, the color draining from his face.

Jan finally emerges from beneath the table, his curiosity piqued by this stilted exchange. Beaming at her, he reaches up for Nico’s hand— his father’s hand? It had to be, right? The resemblance— she cuts her thoughts off.

“Um... yes?” she manages to say.

“I feel like I’m hallucinating. You’re really here? It’s been so long.”

“Well, yes, Nico, it’s been about seven years.”

“That’s a really long time.” There’s silence as they just stare at each other, neither knowing what to do, neither moving.

“Yes. It is,” she says cautiously.

He rests a hand on Jan’s shoulder, holding him close. “Why did you never call me?” he asks, looking down at his feet.

“Why would I have called you Nico?”

“You left for London without telling me. You told everyone else. I had to find out from Nina.”

“I had no reason to tell you, Nico. We weren’t together anymore,” she scoffs, “You moved too. And besides, you found someone to ‘replace’ me, clearly.”

She looks at Jan, bile rising in the back of her throat. Nico responds with a puzzled expression before deciding to return to his original line of questioning.

“Why did you leave?”

“I had to go to university, start my career… I have dreams too, remember? Ones that are just as important as yours?” She shudders at the memory of their fight, the fight that broke everything. Her heart races; she can hear the blood rushing in her ears.

“I was young, stupid and immature. But, I swear to God, I loved you so fucking much. You should’ve told me you were moving to London… I would’ve—”

“You would’ve what, Nico? You broke up with me. What was I supposed to do? Stay at home? Or should I have followed you to New Jersey like a sick puppy? Continued wasting my time like I clearly did when you were in Halifax? Watching any and every opportunity— watching my future— fly by me as I waited for and supported someone who was no longer mine?”

“I said that we should take a break to figure things out. Figure out what to do long-term. I never meant to suggest that we break up forever. You just assumed— You left. You didn’t even give me a chance to—”

“Look at you, Nico.” She was struggling to keep her voice under control as it wavered and threatened to break. “It’s always someone else’s fault. Nothing’s changed, huh?”

He looks at her, his face shutters with an unreadable expression, before pulling out the chair opposite her. He sits and lifts Jan onto his lap. The little boy looks between them in confusion, ultimately deciding that playing with the wooden block table number is more interesting.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean for it to sound so— I was heartbroken that you weren’t there anymore when I came back after the draft.”

“What about me? What about how I felt when you asked me to just drop my plans for my future like it was no big deal? Or when you suggested we take a break? When you never called me after that summer?” She studies his face, seeing his genuine sadness, and sighs. “We were so young, Neeks. What were the chances it would have even worked out anyway? Even if you had cared to fight for us.”

“I thought that you took the space and realized— I thought that maybe you didn’t want me anymore. I thought that maybe you hated me. I thought that maybe you realized that you were just too good for me. So, I thought that maybe I should let you go, live your life, and find your career like you said you wanted to,” he says, voice thin and reedy before he clears his throat and laughs humorlessly. “I guess I was right, huh? I mean, just look at you now. You’re pretty incredible. Forbes 30 under 30.”

He smiles at her, a small fragile thing. It’s only because she has known him her entire life that she is able to spot the pride that shines through the pain and regret. Her thoughts are crashing inside her mind.

He knows and has clearly been following her career.

In the delicate silence that stretches between them, the storm inside her head is able to bring something else to the surface: the loneliness of her success— the gnawing feeling that something is always missing.

“What about how I felt when I kept hearing our friends talk about every new girlfriend you had?” she whispers, staring into her coffee cup. She has no control over the way her throat tightens over something she’d finished crying over a long time ago.

“I never loved any of them,” he answers without missing a beat; his voice is firm and sure.

“It’s been seven years, Nico. How could you say you never loved any of them?”

“I mean, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t date some great people because I did. But they were always just— I cared for them, sure, but I was never in love with any of them.” He looks down at the boy sitting in his lap.

“Not even the mother of your child?” she blurts out, outraged.

“The who?” His eyebrows are scrunched low on his face as he studies her.

Ana rolls her eyes and gestures at Jan. “His mother?”

“His— Oh! No, he’s not—” he exclaims before laughing.

“He looks just like you,” she says, confused.

“Aww,” he coos, tightly clutching the little boy to his chest, “Jan’s my nephew— He’s Luca’s.”

“Oh.”

Something about her expression sets him off again, throwing his head back as he laughs. Against her will, the sound nestles deep in her chest, filling her with warmth.

“I’m babysitting him today so Luca and his wife can explore the city a bit. I won’t be able to do much once training camp starts next week. And I want to get as much time with this munchkin as possible,” he explains, tickling Jan’s belly to his delight.

Ana feels her chest constrict as she watches them interact. It’s a glimpse into the future she could’ve had, and it hurts in a place so deep in her chest she’s not sure she’s ever going to be able to unearth it. After their first moment of comfortable silence, Nico looks up at her with a soft smile.

“You know, I got you a ring.”

“Y-you w-what?” she says unsteadily as she feels the world stop around her.

“Yeah.” He looks back down at Jan and fidgets with his shirt. “I bought it with my signing bonus. I was going to ask you to marry me when I came back if we had worked things out, which— I know, it was so stupid. We were, what, 18? Like, what was I thinking, right? It wouldn’t have solved anything. But I just wanted— needed you to know how much I loved you and… ”

His voice gets tighter as he speaks, and he lets the sentence trail off. His eyes flash to hers, holding them so briefly before looking away again. He clears his throat, “I guess we never made it there.”

Ana’s silent for a moment that feels like it stretches a lifetime— or at least, it feels like time has warped and dumped her back into her 18-year-old self, seven years ago. Her heart was pounding so hard that it made her feel faint.

“I would have said yes,” she realizes with a start, the words tumbling out before she has even fully formed the thought in her mind.

“What?” His eyes snap up, finally looking at her again.

“If you had asked me, I would have said yes.”

It was his turn to stare. “Really?” he whispers.

“Yes. Despite our fight, I still loved you. I was waiting for months for you to call me, to tell me that we would work it out, that we were going to be okay long distance for however long it took. I would have— If you begged — Hell if you had just asked...”

Nico just stares, flabbergasted. Neither of them even hear the tapping of Jan’s block on the table. “I still love you,” he says.

“What?”

“What I mean is, can we try again? It may have been seven years, but I still love you.”

“Are you insane?”

“I don’t think so. It has always been you; it will always be you. I have known that for a long time now. There has to be some fate or God or something to bring us back together, right? I feel like it’s a good sign, anyway. I’m sorry for being the idiot I was back then, but I promise I’m ready now. I’m ready to be whatever you need me to be. It won’t be the exact same, but it will finally be us again.”

Ana is stunned, speechless, as she blinks at Nico.

“Nicki?” Jan interrupts their silence, snapping them out of their bubble.

“Yeah, Jan, what’s wrong?”

“Can I have a cookie, please?”

“Sure, bud.” Nico sets him on the floor and stands up. He smiles at her cheekily, “Don’t you dare leave before I get back. I will chase you this time. I’m fast, you know.”

“I’ll be here, I promise.” She feels a bubble of tension burst as she laughs, shaking her head as she watches him walk to the counter holding Jan’s hand.

The seven years apart has worn down her willpower. She gave up on love years ago when she realized that she was probably going to dream about Nico every night for the rest of her life. She’s always known that she would cave if asked; she just never thought this day would come.

She looks at him now. She sees the boy she grew up with and the teenager she fell in love with. But there’s also a sadness behind his eyes that she doesn’t remember being there. The corners of his eyes are worn and weathered in a way that’s unusual for a man in his mid-twenties.

There’s a voice in her head— it sounds eerily like her mother— that points out that she’s always known the truth: Nico was why she was always working, pushing away everyone and everything. It was some twisted self-punishment; if she lost Nico, she had to make the sacrifice worth it.

But maybe— Maybe, she can have both. Ana thinks about the job offer from the company that acquired her start-up— a job based in NYC. She thinks about all the hundreds of coffee shops they could’ve gone to. Maybe there was some fate at play. And who was she to question fate.

Nico sits back down, a tentative smile on his face that makes Ana’s heart flutter for the first time in seven years, and says, “So, Ana, will you pick up where we left off?”

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"I want to watch you"

re2!Leon x fem!reader

notes: so like this is my first time ever writing a smut and actually posting it, I hope it's not too bad bare with me, I hope you like itt 🙏🙏

Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

P1.

warnings: nsfw, smut w no plot, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising, p in v, being watched while masturbating, not proof read, whimpering, blowjob, fingering, use of pet names, oral m!receiving, dirty talk

While she left the house to get some food, Leon is in his room touching himself again. suddenly he hears someone open the door, it's her. He quickly puts his precum-coated cock in his pants, the bulge noticeable in his sweatpants and a precum stain is forming on his pants. He desecretly puts his hand on his erection rubbing it and praying that she doesn't notice. But she does.

"W-what are you doing home so soon?" he says with a breathy voice trying to hide the fact he was just touching himself to her.

"I forgot my wallet..." She looks confused about why he's acting so weird.. but then she realizes.

"You couldn't wait for me to get home could you..." she says while locking the door behind her and slowly walking up to leon

Leon looks at her, his face full of shame and fear "No... I mean, I was just... It's not what you think..." He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "I was just, you know, taking a break from studying."

"oh really? is that so? and you didn't think I would notice?" She looks at him with a questioned look on her face taking a few more steps to him before sitting down next to him, rubbing his groin area with a pouty look on her face.

Leon looks down, biting his lower lip nervously "I... I wasn't thinking straight, babe. Please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again." He looks up at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'll believe him

"oh but that's what you said last time, but you'll get lucky this time" she said while caressing his cheek.

His heart was pounding, no one could ever make him feel like his, except for her.

"You're lucky I want to watch you touch yourself to me" she said in a seductive tone while looking at his lips then eyes.

Leon's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal "Wh-what? You... you want to watch me?"

"Mhm..." She loves the fact that she makes him so nervous, like she has some kind of power over him.

Leon swallows hard, still struggling to process your request "I... I don't know. Maybe... just this once." He nervously takes off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock begging for attention

"do you think of me when you touch yourself, Leon?" She asked him with bedroom eyes, looking at his cock then looking back to his eyes. He nods and starts stroking it for her, knowing her eyes are on him makes him only hornier, but the only thing he really wants is to be inside of her. She cups his face and kisses his jawline while she watches his hand stroke his dick. she loves hearing him whimper even if just for a second.

And her watching him alone gives her a slick between her thighs. She slides her hand under his shirt tracing the lines of his abs, just the touch of her makes him let out a soft groan. Soon enough they smash their lips together fighting over who has dominance, Leon slips his free hand into her pants and circles her cilt through her panties while still jerking himself off. They both moan into each others mouths. she breaks the kiss to whimper under his touch.

"let me help you out Leon, hm?" She gave him a sly smirk and tucked her long black hair behind her ears and lowered her head down next to his throbbing erection with his sticky precum dripping along the side of it. She licks it off him while staring at him through her eyelashes, "oh f~fuck..."

she takes a hold of his thighs and starts swiftly bobbing her head up on down on his dick, feeling every vein along her tongue. Leon takes a tuff of her black hair and gently pulls on it, he could never hurt her even if he tried. He bucks his hips up to match the pace of her head, letting out whimpers and groans to every thrust hitting the back of her throat. With each gag and slurp he throws his head back as he gets closer to his climax, she knows Leon is close so she bottoms him out and wiggles her head on his cock as he shoots his warm white ropes coating down her throat, knowing she enjoyed every second of it just as much as Leon did.

With tears falling down her eyes from gagging, she looks up at him and kisses his jaw still with left over cum on her lips, licking it off of his jaw from where she kissed him.

"you think you can give me another? It's my turn you know..." She gave him a chuckle as she ran her finger down his chest. Before she could even say another word Leon swifts her up bridal style and takes her to their shared bedroom. He throws her on the white silk sheets that smell of coconut

"so I'll take that as a yes" she bites her lip excited for how Leon is gonna treat her. They both take off their shirts leaving Leon in his sweatpants and her in her bra and shorts. Leon bends down over her to whisper,

"it is your turn babe, you see that mirror right there? I want you to see what you look like while I make you come undone princess, how I make you fall apart underneath me" his new found use words only made her grow wetter, she likes this new side of him, she looked over at the mirror as he kissed her neck leaving a very visible mark.

He puts his legs on the bed spreading her legs out to make room for him with his knees as he unclips her bra with one hand. He helps her take her shorts off while she pulls down his sweat pants once again with his boxers soaked again with precum, revealing his still hard dick. He takes a look at her panties, "Already so soaked for me, good girl."

"this new side of you Leon, I like it" she lifted her hand up to cup his face while she was looking up at him. "Well you're about to like it even more my love" he lowered down and kissed her forehead as he slipped his two fingers in her panty line and pulled them down to her ankles, she kicked them off.

He dragged his pointer finger along her sensitive slick to the touch folds as he positioned his dick to her entrance. Leon wasn't one for foreplay, he likes to get straight to the point. "Are you ready princess?"

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It’s cooked with love… you think.

You watch Laios skin and dice the creature, carving meat off the bone. He does something to it in the pan that makes it smell incredible instead of just raw and dead.

When he’s done, he picks up a perfectly neat square. It’s still steaming, doused in the sauce he’s somehow managed to whip up in this hellhole.

He touches it to your lips, first. Let’s the heat and tenderness of it permeate your skin. You’re slow to open you mouth for him, in a daze as you half-listen to his rambling. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s making too much eye contact as he presses the morsel to your tongue. It’s exactly the right size, a nice little bite, but his fingers stretch your cheeks ever so slightly. His fingertips brush against the flat of your tongue. They feel lead-heavy, though he’s not using any force at all.

“It’s sweet, right; Isn’t that interesting?”

You’ve forgotten how to taste, the sensory details lost among the overload. You move your tongue, bowing lightly around him and the meat, wanting to ask him to finally take his fingers out of your mouth, wanting him to stay here, longer, forever.

He’s looking at you with stars in his eyes and he doesn’t even realize, can’t tell that you’re squirming, barely holding yourself back from doing… something. You’re not sure; you feel like a monster yourself, all pent up and cornered, all liable to lash out.

He’s smiling at you, going on about habitats and natural cycles. He’s petting your tongue, lightly, on the edges, nearly flush against your teeth. He must not realize he’s doing it, a motion devoid of purpose or meaning. And you can’t help it—

You bite.

Not hard enough to sever, not even hard enough to break the skin. But you can tell it hurt from Laios’ flinch, from the way his tirade has stopped right in the middle of a sentence.

You think he’s about to draw away, watch him gear up for the movement. You feel the ghost of a touch against your canines, the teeth that just sunk into him. He’s feeling them, testing their sharpness, their length.

“Oh…” he murmurs, and you’re not sure he even meant to say it, you’re not sure what he’s doing now.

When he finally (finally) pulls back, his fingers are glistening with your spit. There are red marks just beneath the knuckle where you bit him.

He seems unfazed by all of this, just picks up another piece, holds it out to you expectantly. You open your mouth for him, because what else could you do?

He watches the corner of your mouth, flinching at the faintest glimpse of your canines. He’s blushing.

#H-O-T-T-O-G-O! YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!#I have a thing abt hands I’m sorry JSJDJDJDJD #😔🫶#tw food

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WIP excerpt for K; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

Lynn stares blankly at him. Billy tries not to look awkward. It’s . . . awkward.

Definitely awkward.

“Am I not allowed to say no?” Lynn asks, his expression flat and empty and the question coming out perfectly toneless. If Billy hadn’t already been braced for the possibility of hearing it, he would actually flinch. He’s pretty sure Tawky does flinch.

“You can say no whenever you want,” he answers, firm and immediate. “But you need to mean it, or else I won’t know what’s really a problem or not, or what you really need from me.”

Lynn keeps staring blankly at him. Billy bites back the urge to ramble. He doesn’t need to over-explain it. He just needs to be clear and easy to understand and answer any questions Lynn asks.

That’s–what he’d want. That’s how his dad was. So that’s just all he needs to do and be, and hopefully it’ll work for Lynn as well as it worked for . . . him, before.

He can do that, he tells himself. He can figure it out. One way or another.

Lynn stays quiet. Keeps blankly staring. Billy tries not to fidget or worry, and also resists the urge to maybe nudge Tawky a little. Tawky’s more huggable than him right now, and Lynn kind looks like he could use one. He doesn’t wanna assume or anything, just . . .

He would, if it were him. Most people would, he’s pretty sure.

He’s not even sure if anybody’s ever hugged Lynn at all, actually, he realizes abruptly. Like–ever.

Wow. Uh, okay. That’s . . . a totally horrible and horrifying thought.

Crap.

“Uh,” Lynn says, finally, glancing down at the table. “What I . . . need . . . from you?”

“Um, yeah,” Billy says, still feeling awkward, but . . . but it’s important to be clear with little kids, and make sure they know what you mean and that you really mean it. “I’m your dad now, Lynn. I’m here to help you with things you need. Like, to make sure you have food and clothes and a roof over your head and all. And, um, the Justice League’s covering the money-related stuff, obviously, but I’m gonna be, like . . . the one who's taking care of the house and you and making sure stuff’s working for you and all. So, um, I need to know you feel safe telling me ‘no’ or aren’t just saying ‘yes’ because you think it’s what I wanna hear or, you know, anything like that.”

Lynn goes quiet again. Keeps his eyes fixed down on the table. Billy bites his tongue before he can start rambling again. Tawky is polite, and leaves Lynn the space to talk if he wants. Tawky’s really good at that, Billy’s always thought. Like–really good.

“. . . stuff you just want, too,” Billy blurts after a moment, then has to repress a wince, because that’s not being patient and not-rambling. Lynn looks up, looking–weird, a little.

“Stuff I–want,” he echoes.

#k #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

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riminiscensce · 8 hours

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TO HOLD ִ ࣪𖤐

Gaming, Heizou, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley — 🪽

SYNOPSIS … what do they hold on to when you’re gone?

NOTES … been a while :D haven’t posted but randomly started writing for a hq, senku, and heizou series for some reason idk (also i think i kinda drifted away from the original thought when writing)

CONTENTS … sfw , angst , gender neutral reader

GAMING …

gaming holds onto the hair tie you offered him during your early days together. on some occasions, he would leave his place in a hurry and forget about tying his hair back, so you were always there to make sure his hair didn't get in the way of his errands.

he would often get reminded that you weren’t there anymore whenever he would huff a bunch of stray pieces of hair out of his face. ever since you were gone, gaming had started to forget his hair tie back at home; the hair tie you gave him.

the thought of throwing it away and buying a new one always left a bitter taste on his tongue, he would often gaze at it looping around his wrist.

when the day comes that it snaps, gaming wonders if he’s still going to keep it or not, considering that it would’ve lost its purpose by then. or maybe it already had, when you left.

HEIZOU …

runaway pets are one of the many things that heizou does not fancy on handling. on rare occasions, pets are easy to deal with; they’re agile but still predictable and therefore not invincible to the detective.

but god is it annoying when the animal would just not cooperate with him.

though maybe he would give the job more credit, considering that he met you when your pet was on the loose. and heizou realized that maybe (only maybe) tracking down those pesky animals isn’t always a waste of time.

when there was a job up in the station, heizou was always the first to see if it was about your bratty pet. if it wasn’t, he’d leave. if it was, he’d dash towards your place, already having memorized the path needed to get there.

ever since you left, tracking down lost animals returned back to what heizou originally thought of them: a complete waste of time.

KAVEH …

there was this one restaurant you and kaveh would always eat dinner at whenever you two didn’t know what to eat.

instead of arguing and bickering over what to get for dinner, you would have a mutual understanding to go to the same spot instead. be it breakfast, lunch, or dinner, it didn’t matter so long you two had your time together.

if someone were to eat at the same place over and over again, they would have grown sick of eating the same menu every time. kaveh liked to think he wasn’t like that, the food somehow tasted different every time you would have new things to tell him. it was one of the many reasons why he didn’t get sick of the place.

when you are gone, kaveh fears stepping inside the restaurant. he starts to think that he wouldn’t be able to leave when he does.

he forgets the taste of every meal in the place, he forgets how different they would be each day, he simply forgets about the place, and you. or at least he tries to.

LYNEY …

everyone knows wilted flowers don't serve any purpose. lyney knows that they only serve as a reminder of the life they once had.

and the dead flowers that were in his place were indifferent. you always took the time off your day to take care of the plants, changing the waters, and even cleaning the vase from time to time.

but lyney only sees withered echoes of you when he sees the lifeless bundle in the same vase that hasn’t been cleaned ever since you were gone.

he starts to hate parts of himself for it. taking care of a flower seemed easy. he wasn’t even able to take care of the one thing that was left of you in his life. lyney starts to think that the wilted flowers were a reminder that he wouldn’t have been deserving of you.

if you had stayed longer with him, your relationship would have eventually shared a similar fate with the dead flowers.

NEUVILLETTE …

neuvillette’s office never felt empty when you were there. there was a particular seat that you always occupied when you were to visit him. you would sit on it while he sat beside you, sharing your lunch break together.

it went to the point that it started to feel wrong whenever someone else were to sit in your spot. but neuvillette doesn’t make them leave, being so attached to an object doesn’t seem right to him.

but maybe it wasn’t the object he was attached to, it was simply you. he was attached to how you were able to give something special to things that he barely took note of back then.

suddenly, it started to feel even more wrong when your seat was always vacant. maybe because some part of him wishes you would knock so gently on the door and make your way to your favorite spot while inviting him over beside you.

sadly, it never happens. a knock on the door doesn’t mean that you were back. the seat being occupied doesn’t mean that you were the one occupying it.

it just doesn’t mean anything anymore.

WRIOTHESLEY …

wriothesley’s hands were scuffed and scarred, they were brutal in a way that he uses them to defend himself from anything equally dangerous.

ironically, the same rough hands he uses to fight were also the same ones he used to hold you with. to hold something delicate and fragile.

it was the part of him you would always get to hold, gliding over any scars that would meet with your skin. in some part of him, he starts to think that he was also becoming dainty underneath your hold.

the hands that were meant to fight started to hold something that didn’t have anything to do with violence. wriothesley always thinks about that.

it was also the last thing he failed to get rid of in his head when you had gone. what were his violent hands without your subtle touches?

the only thing that wriothesley gets to hold was the complete absence of the air around him.

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thank u for the support and nice comments i always see :D take care of yourselves 🫶

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cafe-smut · 3 days

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I'm having . . . Angst fic ideas

For whatever reason, royal delegation from Briar Valley visits Sunset Savannah. So our 4 Diasomnia are the main party here. They get there, Leona is there to greet them, as expected. Then the king suggests since they're schoolmates, he show them around. Neither Malleus or Leona like this idea at all, but Malleus is too princely to object and Leona just does it without saying anything. The toue is actually quite good. Lilia and Malleus manage to throw in a few taunts and insults about him being more capable of such a simple task than they'd thought, considering how lazy he is. It's normal fighting for them. The next morning when breakfast is brought, the servants chatter a bit about Leona and laugh at him.

Malleus is mildly surprised to hear such blatant disrespect but it's not bad by any sense and they brush it off. The first day passes but everywhere they go in the palace, there's always quiet whispers and laughter about Leona. Nd none of it is in jest, it's cruel. And kept far away from the ears of the royal family. Except for Leona himself, who is scarcely seen at all by the delegation.

By the end d of the day Malleus is off put in a way that has the trio concerned. "Kingscholar is many things, but he is still their prince and deserves respect for his status and power. Why does he not demand it?"

"Because it would just make it worse." It's a servant who entered the room with a snack for them that answers. "Me and my folks all worked here basically my whole life. It was ok when he was a boy, but when his magic manifested, and he got his scar, everything changed. I'm not a big fan of him myself, but he's a good prince. Not the best, but when he nearly died more than once, when he did used to try to change peoples minds, I cant blame him for not even bothering any more."

"What do you mean?"

"Aside from the assassination attempt that nearly took his life and gave him that scar over his eye less than a year after his magic presented? He's attempted to take his own life more than once. The king only knows of one time. He was quite distraught over it, attempted to make it right and made it so that no one could speak ill of his brother. It only made everyone keep their tongues tight around him and the royal family. Except for Prince Leona himself. Thus, every other attempt has been called cry for attention by the doctors and the truth hidden from him. The advisors of the king and queen know we will keep our mouths shut, what choice do we have? We still have livelihoods and protecting him isn't gonna help us any. He ain't tried since right after the young prince was born anyways, so it's fine." And then the servant is gone. And Malleus is both furious and extremely distraught.

How wrongly has he judged Leona Kingscholar for the results of a life of torment from others? And how has he himself contributed to that without realizing?

#twisted wonderland #twst leona #twst malleus #twst headcanons #twst #twst disney #twst fanfic #future fic #ficlet #i promise it would have fluff #i hate pure angst #it would have a happy ending i promise

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Love for three. [18+] (Alhaytham, Kaveh)

-....

-..This........is not allowed...Why?

The darkness swallowed up the mind. The body does not obey at all. Something is preventing you from waking up. Behind the curtain of darkness, voices can be heard somewhere outside. It used to seem like they were coming from far away, but now the sounds are getting louder.

- How did it even occur to you that this would be a good idea?! What you did is not just wrong, it's ILLEGAL!

The loud statements were followed by a heavy sigh. A lower voice spoke quieter than his opponent.

- We have discussed this many times. There was a dilemma between us, and you didn't want to back down in any way. I don't plan on losing to you either. There are only two ways to solve the problem, to share or not to share at all...

-But what's going to happen to her? Have you thought about it? How do you plan to explain this whole situation?

- Anyone can adapt. It will take time and it will pay off.

- And if the Mantra starts an investigation? If Sayno joins in?

- Just keep quiet and no one will find out. Your whining might give us away.

- It's not right. I won't be able to accept it.

- Do you think you can get away with it? Don't forget, you're my accomplice. Even if by a miracle I'm the only one going to jail. Not only will you be left without a roof over your head, but your reputation will come to an end. No job, no money, and a lot of unpaid debts. Consider yourself already sitting in the grave. All that remains is to bury yourself or someone else will do it.........If you mess it up now.

- But...

Silence followed. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness. You were lying in a small room on a small double bed. It seemed that the body had fallen from a great height and was now recovering from the shock. The slightest movements can be done, but with great difficulty. His throat was thirstily demanding water.

After a couple of minutes, it was impossible to lie staring at the ceiling. You wanted to get up. Small attempts to get up led to a loss of balance. You fell down. Hurried footsteps were heard outside. The door opened, letting in a bright light. I had to close my eyes to keep from going blind. A young man with golden hair lifted you up. The concern in his eyes reminded you of someone very familiar..

- Oh Archons, are you okay?

-I... want to.. drink..

- Sunshine, give it a little bit.

He turned to the second man, who was leaning against the door frame.

- Get her some water.

Turquoise eyes studied your haggard face. The tall silhouette walked away from the threshold and returned with a glass in his hand. When he got closer, you could see his face too. Fragments of memories flashed before my eyes. You've known these people for a long time, but their names are on the tip of your tongue.

The blond man held the glass to your lips. Cold liquid is poured into the mouth. After a nauseating awakening, the water relieved the semi-conscious state.

- What did you drug her with?

There was silence in the air. The gray-haired man sat next to him, thinking about the answer.

Just a little sleeping pill. She'll come to her senses soon. Put her on the bed for now. You can't get much out of her right now.

The blond man grimaced in disgust, but obediently took you in his arms. Ruby eyes restlessly studied your face.

- I'll stay here. Next to her.

And another heavy sigh. - "I told you it wouldn't do much good, but you're still trying to help her somehow. Trust me, there are no dangers in this house. It's better to just lock the door."

-Do you think it's better to leave her like a criminal in a locked room? And how do you imagine that?

- I know better what and how...

They started arguing again, but you barely realized it when you fell asleep. The next morning, consciousness cleared up. The light outside the window hit my eyes. It should be noon by now. Upon examination, you realized that the room is completely different from the one in which you fell asleep last night. Panic began to form in my heart. So it wasn't a dream. These two people were quite real. What happened to you? Why did you end up in someone else's house?

Some movement nearby made you turn around sharply. That golden-haired guy who looked after you so diligently yesterday turned out to be an old acquaintance of Kaveh's. You once studied at the academy together. Our paths often crossed. A friendly guy, although preoccupied with his own problems. They say his financial affairs leave much to be desired.

Ruby eyes sleepily opened, looking in your direction. When he saw that you were awake, he immediately perked up. - "Good morning. How are you?" And that restless look again. He tried to move cautiously, without making sudden movements, as if there was a frightened cat in front of him.

- Good, despite the headache and a lot of questions. Where am I?

The guy jerked. A nervous smile appeared on his face. - "You see..."

Suddenly, another person entered the room. It turned out to be Alhaytham, known for his cold calculation and a lover of solitude. He also used to study at the academy, but your relationship is not friendly. Just a couple of phrases during work or a particularly important case. Thanks to the temporary position of the great sage, he has recently been the one to whom you have submitted your research for verification. So he brought water yesterday.

-Are you awake? Good. It will be much easier for you to realize your position. - He unceremoniously entered the room, sitting down on a chair.

- My position?

He nodded, staring intently at Kaveh. - "We're talking about a new investigation. Recently, a crime was committed at the academy. Someone managed to impregnate several artifacts from a secret vault with a poisonous substance. It would seem that nothing serious, since these things have been gathering dust there for quite a long time, but recently several scientists became interested in exploring the abandoned temple of King Dershret. They just needed these artifacts for verification. Everything was fine at first, until all three of them came down with a severe fever. The fact is that the toxin was discovered in the laboratory where you work. According to your boss, you were the one who worked with him before this incident. That's why you're the prime suspect. "

- What? But... But it would never have occurred to me to harm anyone! Moreover, how can this be related to me if I don't even know these people?!

Such a flow of information made my stomach twist, and tears welled up in my eyes. Poisoning is considered a real crime. There are many dangerous toxins in your laboratory, from which human life may be in danger. A great opportunity to steal the right one and set you up. You started imagining what might happen to you. And the more thoughts about further consequences arose, the scarier they became.

Kaveh turned abruptly in the direction of Haytham. - "Don't push her! Do you see how excited she is?"

He turned in your direction. His gentle actions tried to calm you down, but a noticeable nervousness made itself felt. He didn't like this situation himself, but he had no choice but to play along. - "L-listen. I understand that this whole story has unsettled you. We were also shocked when we found out about your involvement. You know, I don't want you to put yourself in danger. I know very well what kind of person you are. Out of old friendship, we decided to help you. You can hide with us. Practically live here."

You stared at Kaveh with eyes full of despair. That look broke the guy so much that he decided to hug your trembling body. Meanwhile, Al-Haytham was watching you from the sidelines. There was nothing to do but agree to a "temporary" stay in their guest room. It was easier than running blindly from the law. Everyone knows how criminals are treated.

Living with Kaveh and Alhaytham is like being in the middle between two different elements. They are so different from each other and hate each other just as much. Have you thought about it as a couple: "Then why do they live together if they don't get along?"

The blond man could only mutter to himself about his miserable life. To which the neighbor replied that he himself was to blame for his misfortune.

It wasn't that bad. These were peaceful days until you started to notice excessive attention to your person.

How paradoxical that Kaveh was trying to keep an eye on you, and Haytham was trying to find out more about you in casual conversations, down to intimate details. All this scared you. Although it's much better to have a few weird neighbors than to be caught and convicted of a crime you didn't commit.

Trying to find the bright side in his situation led to deep reflection. Kaveh has the ability to empathize, which allows him to endear himself to people. As in the past, you spent your time at ease. He was flattered by the way you took care of him during his apathy and stress. The poor guy was sometimes very tired, and only your presence gave him a breath of fresh air. The architect really liked your kindness. It was as if an angel had descended into his unhappy life.

Haytham was cold in his communication. Nevertheless, he enjoyed your discussions. Perhaps that's why he was so passionate about your person. In fact, he doesn't even know why he likes you. During your studies, you worked enthusiastically on projects. He couldn't take his eyes off your figure, bent over the desk in concentration. It looks like one of your potions has bewitched him.

Falling in love is a common thing in adolescence. There's nothing you can do about human nature. It seemed to Haytham that the temporary urge to the opposite sex would soon end. But it was after a while, when you put your research on his desk, being already an adult scientist. The secretary thought he was going crazy. As for evil, you have grown up and the forms of an already well-formed girl have rounded out. There was a sexual desire to knock you down on the table and appropriate you, throwing all your clothes on the floor. Is it weird to think about who you like in that way? His boner confirms this.

Imagine his surprise when the eternally annoying neighbor began to show signs of attention to you. This was the reason for the beginning of a serious conversation between them. Another headache and even more. Eternal discontent, and therefore rivalry. A little fear that Cavecht would get to your heart began to enter your body like poison. Haytham didn't realize it himself when he looked at your sleeping body. All that remained in his memory was a shot of his own house and a surprised neighbor.

Kaveh was ready to throw a tantrum all over the neighborhood until he realized that if the kidnapping was solved, he would also be in trouble. Even if he didn't like it. From the darkest corners of consciousness, another side can sometimes break through, which not only approves of Alhaytham's actions, but is also ready to commit "wrong" actions itself. That's why he already had your used panties in his pocket. Their fragrance was intoxicating, like the taste of nectar for a bee. During masturbation, he pressed them to his nose and listened to your scent. Sometimes he put them on his penis, soaking it with his sperm. The realization came only after the high, when he felt really ashamed. Thanks to this, washing clothes always rested on Kaveh's shoulders, as the pleasure session became his shameful habit.

You were so used to their sores that you didn't notice how one of them practically decided the fate of your innocence. You may not like being with two partners at once, but a couple of tricks and manipulations should break your will. The secretary prepared himself thoroughly for this case by reading a large stack of literature on sexology and psychology. So he knows the female body like the back of his hand.

Kaveh is more gentle on this issue. Even though he can't wait to enter your sweet hole, you still have feelings too. The guy gently prepares for your connection until his patience breaks and he starts practically eating you. After such a stormy night, their traces remain on the body. Haytham hates looking at your marks left by another person the most. It will leave a lot more red spots and stick into you much harder. At such moments, sex can be quite rough. It all depends on the mood.

From a moral point of view, such a relationship seems wrong, but you have absolutely nowhere to go. Sitting in four walls becomes boring every day. The guys know that you can't escape because you're afraid of going to jail. One day, Haytham brought a flyer with your face on it as proof that they were looking for you. But he did not mention that the inscription "Missing" was torn off at the bottom. The scribe's lies had a strong effect on you, which surprised Kaveh very much. He knew before how smart Alhaytham was, but to play on a person's mind like that. This gave him a reason to call his neighbor a monster.

After all, you wanted to go outside and check the situation. At least secretly, but for a walk. Maybe if you ask the guys carefully, they can arrange it somehow. Really?

#yandere alhaitham #yandere alhaitham x reader #yandere kaveh #yandere kaveh x reader #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshinimpact #headcanons #genshinheadcanons #genshin_impact #Genshin_impact #genshin x reader

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burning-academia-if · 1 day

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Hope you have a nice day! Also I kinda wanna know what if while the ROs in an argument with the MC (nothing to serious but enough to rile them up) and the MC just goes "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" to caught them off guard and win the argument but the ROs, in the heat of the moment, blurted out "And so what if I do?" What are the ROs reaction after realized what they just said?

Aksks alas this isn't a situation that would happen with certain ROs 😔 I'm assuming this is crush stage?

Rook: He actually has great self control so he'd never say anything to MC without intentionally wanting to. MC saying that does catch him off guard tho, whatever he was going to say next dying on his tongue. He recovers quickly and just laughs it off with a "you wish." If dating tho then yeah he might say that and he'd only give a slow grin, moving closer until your noses brush, waiting for your response.

Beck: I can't imagine him arguing with anyone lmfaO Even if MC is angry or even being unreasonable he's just going to patiently give you space or disentangle your feelings with you if need be

Rhea: It slips out without thinking, and she goes still. Her words were icy calm, but she feels the heat in her chest. She doesn't take it back though. It's not like it's a lie

Zoe: They grumble it, and when they realize what they said and that you heard them they kinda reel back. There's a series of stutters as they try to take it back or insist they didn't realize what they were responding to. They can't look you in the eye.

Lars: That wasn't an accident. He gives a lazy grin as he says it, the challenge still in his eyes. His gaze flickers to your mouth, not hiding his intentions in the slightest.

???: It's one of the few times you managed to get under their skin. They didn't mean to say it, but at the same time, there's no way you wouldn't know they've been wanting to kiss you. They wished they could have expressed it at a better time, but they don't shy away from their assertion.

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: zoe #ch: lars #ch: ???#beck with a chill mc would probably just never fight A+ communication skills all around between the two #also tbh it'd be hard to start a mild argument with ??? if yall are fighting it's going to be pretty serious ajsjs

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ehehe kicking down the door of your inbox to ask for icemav and t for toys

-> Cockring, Hand Job, Rimming, Blow Job (mentioned) <-

T is for Toys

Ice knows it's better not to give in to Maverick when he's being intentionally annoying or trying to actively goad Ice into playing whatever game he's started without warning. But there's little use in trying since Maverick barely waits for Ice to close the door to his house, twisting his hands into the collar of Ice's ratty workout shirt and dragging him into a kiss. Maverick uses his body, compact and hot, to bully Ice back, undeterred as it takes Ice a second to find his footing and get with the program.

It's not until Ice's knees hit his mattress and he has a lapful of five foot six, persistent aviator pulling back to smirk down at him, dangerous even on the ground, that he realizes he's been played. The Iceman is stone cold, firm, and unyielding, but when there's a pert ass right above his rapidly filling cock, a hand in his hair, and a tongue in his mouth, well, the Iceman can't help but melt.

Just his luck that Maverick had learned that secret all too easily and isn't above using that knowledge when there's something he wants and is intent on Ice to give him.

"Did you know the record for male orgasms in one day is twelve?"

Ice knows not to engage; he knows that there's trouble dancing in Maverick's eyes and purpose on his tongue, but the smaller man pulls himself even tighter against Ice and drags his mouth over the shell of Ice's ear, breath hot and lips soft from their kissing.

"How close do you think I can get?"

The shiver that runs down Ice's back is both involuntary and obvious, given the way Ice feels Maverick's mouth curl into a knowing smirk as he shifts down to nip at Ice's jaw. Ice's grip on Maverick's hips tighten, and though Maverick won't push him to try, won't do more than tease and whine about Ice being boring if he doesn't indulge what Maverick is clearly wheedling for, it's too late. Already, Ice's thoughts drift to the bedside table where he keeps his slick and condoms, where beneath a box of tissues and his emergency flashlight is something he's used once or twice and had bought on a whim.

It's either fate or Maverick's habit of snooping while Ice is in the shower that's brought this entire situation to fruition. And where Ice might have at least tried to put up a good show of making Maverick work for it, Maverick's got his mouth latched to Ice's collar and is mindlessly grinding his ass over Ice's dick. There's nothing to do but tip them both to the mattress and get on with it.

Maverick beams at Ice, sprawled across the bed where Ice has rolled them.

Ice runs his hands under Maverick's shirt and gets a knee between Maverick's thighs. "Let's find out.

They don't have a hop in the morning anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Maverick doesn't make a comment when Ice pulls out the cockring after he's sucked Maverick off and fingered him to orgasm (two down, and many more to go if Maverick gets his way), which only lends credence to Ice's assumption that the ambush was planned. Too good of timing and too ready to throw down the challenge.

Regardless, Mavericks' excitement is evident by the fact he doesn't quip about Ice not being able to pace himself or keep from shooting off. He doesn't even tease Ice for owning it (Ice had been out of town, a little buzzed, and the worker at the sex shop hadn't blinked twice at him when he'd put it on the counter.) All Maverick does is make a begrudging sound when Ice hauls him off by his hair so he can get the silicone locked snuggly around the base of his dick and around his balls.

Uncomfortable for only a moment while he adjusts, Ice distracts himself by taking himself in hand and stroking from base to tip slowly, amused by the hungry look in Maverick's eyes. He tugs once on Maverick's hair when the brunet moves to duck back down to mouth at him some more.

"Blowing me doesn't exactly add to the tally, Mav." Ice wishes it did since the next best place that isn't a cockpit is Maverick's mouth, but that's not what Maverick has asked for, and despite the ridiculousness of the objective, Ice is nothing if not goal-orientated. If Maverick wants to get as close to twelve orgasms as possible before he physically can't anymore, Ice will get him there.

Maverick seemingly comes to the same conclusion. He throws himself down on the sheets and hooks his hands behind his knees, lifting them up toward his ears to be exposed without shame. Ice stifles a groan, Maverick's hole shiny from lube and twitching with want. He has to take his hand off his dick because even with the ring keeping his orgasm tempered, Ice won't risk dragging himself to the point where keeping it on is no longer an option.

Crawling forward, between Maverick's spread thighs, Ice replaces Maverick's hands with his own biceps, crooking Maverick's legs over his elbows to haul his bottom half off of the mattress until he can sling Maverick's thigh onto either side of his neck, loving how Maverick's body stretching taut, the position forcing him to brace on his shoulders, head thrown back to balance, hands scrambling to compensate.

Ice doesn't enjoy the taste of lube, but the promise of musky heat to bury his tongue in supersedes that minimal distaste, and Maverick's cry as he drives into his already stretched entrance washes away the lingering synthetic flavor.

By the time Maverick is clenching around Ice's tongue and the finger he'd added once the begging started, Ice's jaw and shoulders are sore. He has to exert more strength than normal, what with Maverick thrashing and trying to rock himself against his mouth, so when he finally lowers Maverick's body back to something more comfortably horizontal, Ice has to stretch out his arms. It allows Ice a moment to check Maverick over, pleased with his glassy eyes and fuck-drunk expression slackening his lips as he pants and shakes, a sticky hand still around his spent cock.

"That's three," Ice says, forcing nonchalance into his tone. He replaces Maverick's weak grip with his own, heedless of the overstimulated whine that flies from Maverick's throat. Ice wonders at what point Maverick will start regretting asking him to play this particular kind of game. When he'll understand the power of stamina he's given Ice by not protesting the cockring when he had the chance.

Ice knows that moment is unlikely to come, not with Maverick's slipping coherence and a drive to push his limits weaved beneath his skin so firmly it'll never be shaken loose.

"Let me know when you want to tap out."

Maverick bares his teeth in a display of feral arousal and determination. He's a wild thing in messy sheets, flushed and covered in spend and sweat, the antithesis to Ice's purposeful composure. He ruts up pointedly into Ice's tight fist, wincing without concern and letting out a high laugh that's broken by squeaking yips of pleasure-pain.

"You're gonna have to fuck me unconscious first," Maverick pants, all bravado and blown eyes. "If you can." A not-so-subtle jab at the toy around Ice's cock.

Ice increases the speed of his strokes and bends down to spear his tongue between Maverick's lips, stealing the next slew of sounds and pleas as he slips two fingers back into Maverick's hole to press unrelenting against Maverick's prostate, not stopping even as Maverick locks up and shivers through a fourth orgasm, only half-hard in Ice's hand, choking on a sob.

It's only when Maverick stops twitching and trying to buck Ice off without thought that Ice pulls his hands back and straightens, throwing Maverick's still trembling legs around his waist, tapping his cock against the red-hot ring of muscle he'll be spending the next hour or so ruining. Ice waits for Maverick's tear-rimmed eyes to land on him, slightly unfocused but no less blazing.

"Don't waste your breath worrying about whether I'll last, Mav," Ice lines up and teases his tip into Maverick's body. "This isn't the only toy I've got in the drawer."

#icemav #iceman/maverick #iceman x maverick #top gun ficlet #tg fanfic

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