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mjolnirswriststrap · 2 months

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Not My Type Pt. 2

(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)

Part 1 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.

Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.

Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen

You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.

Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.

You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.

He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.

Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.

“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.

“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.

Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.

“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.

As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.

“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.

“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.

“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.

Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.

“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.

“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.

“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.

“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.

“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.

When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.

He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.

You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.

He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.

Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.

“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.

You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.

“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.

Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.

Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.

“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.

“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.

Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.

Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.

“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.

You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.

Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.

The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.

When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.

You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.

Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.

You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.

“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.

“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.

“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.

When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.

“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?

They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.

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uc1wa · 7 months

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18+ minors dni

OCT. 17 — KINKTOBER ‘23

KNIFE & GUN PLAY WITH JASON TODD

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, blood, gun play isn't gorey, penetrative sex, cum play for a second, possessive jason, reader calls jason daddy once, (if i missed any pls message me!)

jason hesitated only slightly when you had mentioned having rougher sex. took a beat to read your face one night after dinner when the topic was somehow brought up, a tilt of his head and arch of his brow following.

it wasn’t like the two of you were purely vanilla when it came to your bedroom tendencies. you started by asking jason to choke you, your hand placing overtop of his to press harder—clearly nervous of his strength and your limits. then, jason tested out slapping… and with the way your pussy clenched around him, it was safe to say there was a green light in front of that too.

but… when you were playing with the switchblade that the man kept in his pocket when you had run the blade over your fingers gently, and the words, "i wouldn’t be upset if you used this in bed," fell from your tongue, jason could only smirk to himself.

"want me to put a lil’ tattoo on you princess?" he asks, holding his hand out in asking for the blade, to which you hand to him. you nod with a grin, lifting up the thin fabric of your pajama shorts. the soft flesh of your upper thigh being exposed, your fingers running over the skin. "right here," you say, the skin right under the hem of your panties being traced with your fingertip.

you look from the skin between your hip and thigh to jason who’s sat in front of you, his eyes darkening as he looks at your skin. the hand that’s not holding the blade grabs the soft flesh, squeezing it and giving it a little tap.

"'jason’s'… how does that sound?" green eyes meet yours, his demeanor changing to one of those that says he's ready to pounce on you at any given second. "mhm, mark me up. wouldn’t be your first time," you nod with a laugh, pulling up your top to show one of your boobs, a dark purple love mark sucked into the skin from two days prior.

jason tilts his head in thought, questioning if he should hold out on telling you his desire that followed yours. the desire that has just reached the front of his mind, a thought that only a questionable vigilante who's killed hundreds would have. his eyes trailed over your body as he does so, to which you scrunch your eyebrows. "yes?" he holds a momentary finger up at you as he silently walks away, making his way into your bedroom without a word.

a few minutes go by, your attention is turned to the television until the man walks back into the room. nothing has changed about him, besides the fact that he’s holding a hand behind his back. one end of jason’s lips is tugged upwards despite the nervousness to reveal the idea he was keeping away from you.

he takes a seat, sweatshirt bunching up around his hips as he brings his arm forward. now your eyes widen—excited and nervous yourself. the hesitation is understandable, as any other sane person would most likely make a run for it.

the shiny, clean metal was one you’d only seen when jason had come home from being the red hood. when he had come off of patrol and you were in the rarity of being awake at the late hour of the night, watching him strip himself of his vigilante clothing and tools. the tools he had hidden in the back of your shared closet, several locks attached as a safety measure.

the mechanism that your boyfriend had used hundreds of times—either to take a life or to severely hurt another. now, holding it in front of you, his eyes never leaving your face.

"why not both?" he asks, turning the gun to show you that the safety is on, continuing to open the slots where bullets would be found and showing that it was clear of any possibilities of harm.

while jason was around guns and every possibility of weaponry on a daily basis, you weren’t. but, you weren’t opposed to the idea, and the way your heart rate quickened and your underwear started to get wet was proof of that.

with wide eyes you nod and stand up to take jason’s hand, leading you to the room that you were normal to experimenting in.

you both were quick to strip yourselves of clothes, your mind occupied with ways that you could make use of the gun, finally landing on the one thing that you know jason would like.

on a carpet in front of your bed, you fall to your knees on the ground below you, hands sitting pretty and expectantly on your thighs. wide eyes watch your boyfriend smirk at the way you’re ready for him, finding his space in front of you, standing tall and proud with the gun still in his hand.

if jason hadn’t cleaned his guns religiously, you wouldn’t dare to put the one in his hand anywhere near you—god knows what would lie on the surface of it. but, jason took care of them as if they were his prized possession, the same way he took care of you.

so, he places the gun in front of him, right where his cock would usually fall if you were to suck him off. instead of him, though, your tongue slips between your lips to find the tip of the gun, letting it lay flat against the underside of the cool metal while his cock stands proudly behind it.

his eyes stay pointed downwards, watching the way you wrap your lips around the cold metal. while his face doesn't read anything but focus, his internals are going off the charts. his cock hard as a rock while his heart beats faster and faster in anticipation. anticipation of watching you suck his gun, and his cock, and fucking you with pretty metal touching your throat and scarlet running down your thigh from his idea of a tattoo.

while your soft lips left a salivated mess on the tip of jason's pistol, you decided to bring a hand to his member. thumb running over the tip, pleased to feel his pre and following suit in running down his length, beginning to slowly jerk him off. a soft smile tugging your lips when you watch his breath hitch in his throat from the contact.

like a flick of a light switch, jason's throwing the weapon to your bed with a shake of his head. helping you stand up with a hand holding your throat, forcing a choked whine to leave you because of the strength of your boyfriend. your eyes go wide when he leans down to face you, grip still holding the soft skin that coats your neck.

"i'm gonna give it all to you tonight, sweetheart. don't worry about that pretty head of yours, okay?" he questions, throwing you on the bed and finally releasing you, allowing you space and time to catch your breath while jason takes his time crawling between your legs that you oh-so gladly spread for him.

it should be a crime to be as wet as you are due to the minimal contact your boyfriends had with you. hardly laying more than a hand on you and dripping onto the bed without care, eyes meeting his dark ones and watching as he grabs the gun once more.

only this time, his confidence is at a high. all hints of hesitation leaving his body and the action of rubbing the opening of the gun between your folds is done selfishly. of course, he knows it feels good with the symphony of whines and moans you sing for him, but he can't help but to indulge in the sight alone. dark eyes watching the way your cunt flutters, begging to be penetrated rather than teased with the metal.

jason's hungry for everything you give to him.

"such a slut," he begins, locking eyes with you once more, "all wet from a fuckin' gun?" you babble something that sounds like a confirmation, and it makes jason scoff, halting his movements just where you need him; tip of his gun pressed and paused at your entrance. "beg for it."

your cheeks flush, turn red at the demand he makes. but, it's dumb to deny it. dumb to act like you won't fuck the killing machine that was just pressed to the puffy lips of your mouth.

"fuck me with it, please," you say lightly, knowing it's not enough, but wanting to push jason further. after all, he said he'd give it all to you tonight, so you'll make him prove it.

his voice grows deeper, louder and he nudges your clit that begging for attention with the metal, allowing weight to fall on it which makes you squirm under his harsh gaze. "fuckin' pathetic... fuck you with what?"

your eyes roll back, hips rolling forward in attempt to move the dead weight that is the gun and gain some stimulation. but, it's to no avail. your eyes grow wide, swollen lips closing before opening once more. "please daddy, wan' you to fuck me with your gun. gonna feel so good, please please please," you press, and jason eats it entirely. angry red cock spilling with precum, milky streak falling against one of his veins.

"mhm, princess," he says, moving the gun downwards and pressing it to your entrance once more, slowly, eyeing the way your hole swallows the metal that pushes inwards until it can't anymore. the sweet moan is something he appreciates, though he knows the size is only a fraction of his cock that you're used to. but, the coolness of it does enough to feel foreign and good.

with a cocky smirk on his lips, he begins fucking you with the weapon. pulling it in and out of you slowly, but increasing in speed with each thrust he delivers; a big hand holding it with his index and middle finger holding the trigger subconsciously. aiming straight towards your cervix, which he'll touch soon enough.

and he fucks you well. fucks you with an arm that has pretty scars and newer cuts littering the skin. veins starting on the top of his hand and trailing to his forearm pumping blood that's evident in the way his cock is begging for attention. but he wants you to cum once on the gun. make a mess out of it in a way that's unlike anything he's ever experienced.

and once you're arching your back against blankets, moaning his name out in a near yell, and attempting to move a hand between your legs to get him to stop fucking you, stimulation too much, he finally gets what he wants.

jason's perverted thoughts cloud his head when he's slow to pull the gun out of you. looking at the metal that's covered in your milky essence. slow enough that there's a string of wetness that connects you to the weapon, and he could cum from that alone.

but the real finale is when he realizes that your cum is filling the barrel of the gun, filling the once-empty space with yourself. he brings it to your lower tummy, spilling the mess all over you in a manner that's filled with pure filth. proceeding to throw the gun to the side, acknowledging the fact that it's served its purpose for tonight. the pain of his hard-on is finally coming to his attention, and he needs to stuff his pussy.

"how'd that feel, gem?" he questions, moving against covers and watching your half-lidded eyes. both hands pull your thighs up so he can push them back, tip teasing your swollen entrance. "g-good," you whimper, and jason would be lying if he paid any attention to your response. your convulsing pussy is the only thing that has his attention right now, the way you're attempting to suck him whole.

and without warning, he's pushing his entire length between your legs, filling you whole and halting his movements once he's completely surrounded by your soft walls. groaning at the sensation of you clenching around him, but resisting moving his hips the way he wants to.

one hand remains gripping the fat of your thigh while the other grabs the switchblade lying on the mattress beside your pretty figure. flicking it open with his fingers, somehow making it look like an art while he's in the process of doing so. your attention follows it, almost forgetting that you're being stuffed full of jason's cock without movement. unwillingly cockwarming the man.

"remind me, baby. where'd you want my name?" jason's eyes move to meet yours, and without fail, a whimper slips past your lips and he feels the tightness that's close to making him hammer himself into you. but he has the patience and self-control that you don't.

his palm meets yours halfway, letting go of your thigh and letting his hand fall overtop of yours, smoothing over the top of your thigh. in the space that's dangerously next to where he's laid out inside of you, and it makes him more hungry for you if that was possible.

he's transferring his blade to the hand that's closer to the skin where you want it, tracing only enough for your skin to become a shade lighter under the pressure. once again looking up at you, he takes note of the way your lips fall open while anticipation grows in your eyes. it makes him smile wildly, a reminder that you want this. that you're the one who asked for it.

"'s gonna hurt," you whimper, and jason shakes his head, setting the blade on your thigh while his big hand takes your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks. "you can handle it, baby. c'mon, where'd my strong girl go?" a smile pulls your lips upwards. "it'll feel just like that tattoo you wanted, it's like a trial before the real thing." he leans towards you, holding back a groan from the way he pushes himself deeper inside your cunt to do so, giving you a sloppy and messy open-mouthed kiss.

then he's pulling back, blade in hand once more, and beginning to get to work. the whimpers are a symphony to his ears as he presses the sharp tip against your soft skin, cutting his name so pretty in your flesh. his eyes watch the way the deep red liquid peeks through the cracks, beginning to drip down the side of your skin. the hand that's not cutting his name into you is squeezing and rubbing the skin of your stomach soothingly.

his hips moving in small circles, enough to give the both of you something, but not enough to make him mess up his painting.

"so fucking pretty, honey," jason says as soon as he's finished, throwing the bloodied blade on the floor to clean up later. but his eyes are unable to see his finished work of art, and jason isn't one to waste.

pulling out of you with a moan, he leans down to the expanse of your thigh, licking over the blood with his tongue flat. he doesn't take note of how you sit up, your eyes widening at the stinging but warm sensation. you watch the way scarlet red coats his tongue, finding its way to the corners of his lips while he sits back up on his knees.

jason's cock stands tall as he uses his thumb to collect the blood from his lips, dark eyes watching yours as he sucks on his own digit. longer than needed, but he can see you like it; whether it be your fluttering cunt or your eyebrows that furrow. he laughs, knowing he's completed what had to be done in order for you to fully be his property.

because now jason's pretty slut girlfriend can't show her cunt to any other man without reading jason's name right beside it.

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#welcome to my kinktober where i make one fic like 200 words and the next 3000 words #loveeee consistency #anyways this was so fun to write i love writing crazy themes #sigh cuz i want it #also realized i wanna start making text it’s actual size for fics! so will be doing that #drabbles still in tiny tho #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood smut #red hood #kinktober

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r0-boat · 11 days

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Mammon headcanon please?

One steaming hot pile of man titty coming right up

Mammon headcannons

NSFW&SFW

In the dark head cannons list I did not explain that he has Mafia vibes. Which spoiler alert he absolutely does... He absolutely has some shady dealings with everyone in Tartaros. How else is he supposed to afford the most famous demon idols in hell just to watch him fuck you shdhdh.

other than you, Bimet is his favorite sugar baby. He likes to watch You two "play."

As much as he sees you as his master, he is still the avatar of greed; he sees you as his most prized treasure, an exotic animal he wishes to keep in a little cage forever. The first thing he did when he first met you was come back to Tartaros and order a whole ass room to be made when you stay here. Hopefully, it'll be your forever home :).

The nickname he put in his phone for you is "My Master"surprisingly it's the only nickname he has in his phone. That's just how strongly he feels about you

If you even breathe about how you like something he'll suddenly have everything about that one thing for you.

Mammon showers you with gifts. Even if you're not spending the night in Tartaros, he'll have flowers and presents at your door almost daily. With a handwritten letter explaining each gift and explaining how much he thought about you getting each one. He leaves the price tag on them on purpose.

Buying lingerie just so you could wear it for him is not off the table.

He gets a sick sense of joyment out of seeing your bewilderment of how much things cost. While you're choking on your own breath trying not to pass out at the number of zeros your counting Mammon just whispers into your ear "have more for you."

Everything celebrating you will be a Grand elite celebration, of course, it's all to show off his wealth and you. He takes everything about you seriously. He wants to show you that he could take care of you better than any man, devil, human, or angel could. Demons look at him with envy because they want you just as bad. I wouldn't trust those demons in Tartaros if they wish to you; they'll go to any lengths to have you.

Mammon insists on being with you everywhere you go; he is practically your shadow. Even if you're not really doing anything, he likes to watch you, study you. He started becoming more and more fascinated with humans ever since you came down here. He has all sorts of little random facts about you by just watching you (pisses Levi off).

He loves how his cock stretches you out when you cry, and sub of how big it is and it's too big, and it won't fit; it makes his cock harder. He always makes it fit, And he gets to watch your cute little belly bulge with his big dick.

Mammon and Satan have fucked, they were exes in the distant past.

#smut #whb mammon #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb x reader #whb #whb x mc #wihib x reader #whb headcanons

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footiehoefics · 8 months

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Chose to be friends, meant to be lovers

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Hi guys! I've been working on this fic for a little while. It is the longest I've ever done but I always say the longer the better (lol). Let me know any feedback you have and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! :) 7.0k words, TW none, Angst/Fluff, tags: @nightlockcornucopia

Y/N

“You know…Mason will probably be there tonight.” your friend said, smirking at you. To be honest you were not paying much attention to whatever she was saying, too concentrated on applying mascara.

“Y/n did you hear me?” Aliyah said, waving her wand in front of your face. “Stop, you will ruin my makeup” you said giggling. “Sorry, yes I heard you.” You replied, closing the mascara tube and placing it where it belonged. You noticed Aliyah was still staring at you.

“Can I help you?” you asked confused as to why she was still staring at you. Although you know why she was staring at you. “I said Mason will probably be there.” she said again. “Yea he probably will be so?” you said trying to sound unbothered.

“Sooo…are you like gonna try and shoot your shot finally?” she said, leaning towards you smiling and waiting for your reaction. You rolled your eyes at her statement. “Will you stop with that please?” you said standing up. “Oh come on Y/n I know you better than anyone I know you’ve been falling for him HARD lately.” She was not wrong, you hated that she was not wrong.

You tried to distract yourself by searching for an outfit in your closet. “Am I wrong?” Aliyah said, again bringing you back to earth. “Aliyah, please,” you said, more annoyed. She was not wrong; however, you know that the possibility of Mason having feelings for you was near 0.

You had met Mason through a mutual friend at a party. It turned out you had a lot of friends in common and you started seeing him more often at parties or dinners. Of course, when you met him you knew who he was. You could not avoid the big murals for him around London. That and also, you could not avoid his radiant personality. He was charming, always with a smile on his face, and chatted to everyone. He was just a nice human being, very funny and of course, very dreamy. He was probably the most beautiful man you had ever met.

At first, you and he were not close. Not because he didn’t try to talk to you. You were very shy. Social interactions, the majority of the time, make you feel awkward. Meeting someone new was hell for you, it was hard for you to just have a natural conversation without feeling self-conscious. He became really good friends with your friend group, hence why you got more comfortable around him as time went by. You loved the way he would include you in conversations, try and get your opinion at times where you were not really talking.

Fast forward a year later, you and him talked almost on a daily basis. You two were close but you always refrained yourself a little bit. You had noticed how he was always touchy with everyone, he loved to have his arm around someone while talking, hugging everyone. You knew if that man showed you even the slightest bit of affection, you would crumble. You already liked him physically and his personality. All of that combined with his love language would make you fall harder than you already have.

It's not that he would never hug you or touch you, but you always told yourself “he does this with everyone, it does not mean anything with you.” Sometimes you did pull away and felt bad after the fact because he would look upset.

“Y/n! I’m your best friend, why won’t you just admit it to me?” Aliyah asked with a pout. “Because there is nothing to admit, okay? We are friends and that is all we’ll ever be.” You closed your closet door and headed to the bathroom to get changed.

Once inside, you shut the door, and rested against it, closing your eyes. You didn’t think it was that obvious you liked him. You really thought you were hiding it very well. You didn’t like when people tried to figure out if you like someone or tease you about it. It made you uncomfortable and it also made you act differently towards the person you have feelings for.

You got dressed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You liked what you saw, and hoped Mason did too. Were you trying to look good for him? Yes. Would he say something about it? Maybe, but he probably would say the same thing about another friend.

Once you stepped out, Aliyah looked at you smirking. “I think Mr. Mount will like it” she said, wiggling her eyebrows making you laugh. “See you're laughing!” she exclaimed. “I’m laughing because you are so annoying and weird.” You said in between laughs. “Yea right y/n.”

You stopped again to look in the mirror hanging behind the bedroom door. “Y/n, you look great. I promise. And I mean it, Mason will like it.” Aliyah assured you hugging you from behind. “I love you.” You said smiling at her. “Well, I love you more. Ready then?” “Yes, I’m ready.” Both of you grabbed your purses and headed out to the car.

Once you arrived at the party, two of your friends were already waiting for you at the door with drinks. “C’mon drink up, you guys have to catch up!” your friend Harry exclaimed. “Oh Jesus” you murmured to yourself, dreading the sting this shot of alcohol would cause. You grabbed the shot glass, placed it in your mouth and threw your head back to drink it as fast as possible.

Aliyah wiped her mouth and yelped at the flavor of the tequila. “Okay then, this will be your confidence boost to go talk to him.” She whispered in your ear making you giggle.

Honestly, alcohol sometimes did that to you. It made you more social but in the mornings, you would end up regretting it.

You walked inside and the place was packed. It was a house party, although right now it did not look remotely close to a house. You could not spot a single piece of furniture since it was so packed.

“Oh God, finding everyone here will be hell.” Aliya stated, almost shouting because of the loud music, at you.

Once you got through the swarm of people, you managed to reach the door that led to the back yard. When you stepped outside, you took in a big breath. It felt like there was no oxygen inside the house from the amount of people in there.

Lucky you, Ben, Kai, Sophia, and all your other friends were outside drinking and hanging out. “Wow you guys made it through no man’s land” Ben said as he spotted you, Aliyah, Harry, and your other friend Nicolas. You all laughed at his comment.

You all got settled in the outdoor furniture and started talking, laughing, and drinking. You didn’t spot Mason anywhere, not even when you were walking inside the house. You started looking around, trying to spot him but nothing. After 30 minutes, you decided to go inside to get another drink, well that’s what you told your friend. In reality you wanted to see if you could spot Mason.

Squished between all those people, you could barely see anything. It started getting hot for you, you felt sweat on your forehead and your neck. You didn’t know if it was someone else's sweat or yours at this point.

You couldn’t get past everyone to go back outside so you decided to head towards the bathroom. You wanted to tidy up, go back out and go around the house to the backyard.

Once you reached the bathroom door, you opened it and saw your worst nightmare. Mason. With a girl. Kissing.

“Oh shit, um I’m so sorry!” you panicked and slammed the door closed. You stayed there frozen in your spot for a little bit. You were trying to get that image out of your head, but you couldn’t. Mason was against the sink, his arms firm on the sink. The girl had her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips on his.

You couldn’t tell who the girl was. I mean how could you, you saw a microsecond of it and shut the door. And the microsecond you saw was her face mushed into his.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the doorknob of the bathroom moving indicating someone was opening the door. You moved away from the door and panicked, not knowing if staying waiting for him and her to come out was better than just running and pretending you never saw anything.

Mason opened the door and saw the look of panic and shock in your face. He was about to say something when the girl stepped out behind him.

You couldn’t believe it. You knew Mason was a lady’s guy, everyone knew that. You knew he would hook up with people, it hurt but what could you do? You were just his friend. You knew the type of girls he would hook up with, but you never thought he would go so low as to hook up with her. Alice.

Alice was the only person in Mason’s friend group that never liked you and she made it clear by showing no interest in you. She would never talk to you, every time you said anything in a group conversation, she would roll her eyes. Aliyah always said it was because Mason was always with you at gatherings, and she felt jealous, part of you thought the same thing but why? You and Mason were just friends.

You would always tell Mason how Alice never tried with you. He would always say you should try and talk to her to figure out why, but you never did. Well, you intended to but once you wanted to start the conversation, she shut you down. She made you feel like an idiot and said a lot of hurtful things.

Of course, you told Mason, and he was furious. You told him not to do anything about it. Although not doing anything about it did not mean going out with her.

It hurt regardless of who the girl was, but the fact that it was Alice hurt even more. He knew how shitty she made you feel. He knew and had witnessed her being crap to you. Yet here he was making out with her.

“Sorry the bathroom was unlocked so I just opened it, I should’ve knocked.” Your voice was shaky, you felt like the waterfall of tears was threatening to fall. “Yea you should have.” Alice said, annoyed. You looked at her, then at Mason. Mason was red in the face and looked worried.

You couldn’t bear the sight of them so you started heading towards the front door.

“Hey Y/n, wait up!” you heard Mason from behind, but you were not in the mood to have that conversation right now.

You felt him grab your arm once you got to the front door. “Y/n please listen-“

“Mason don’t, sorry I interrupted your time with her.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I know it looks bad-“

“You think?” you asked sarcastically, interrupting him again.

He looked around, opened the door and pulled you outside with him.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I was trying to take her to the kitchen because-“

“Mason please, stop. I don’t care what you two were going to do. You know, more than anyone, how shit of a person she is, especially with me, and you go and make out with her?” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you were hurt. You know you had no right to be mad at him for making out with someone but, your feelings were taking over your brain.

“Okay, yes I understand, I know how she is, I promise kissing her was not what I wanted to happen, but why are you getting so mad?” he asked, taken back at your rage.

“I mean, regardless of who it was, I don’t understand why you are so mad, you’re not my girlfriend.” he said, making your face drop.

Ouch.

“Yea I’m not Mason but I’m your friend, right? And that is a slap in the face. What would you do if you found me making out with Nicolas?” you asked.

Nicolas was one of your friends that didn’t vibe with Mason at all. You tried to brush it off but sometimes it was too visible. Mason had told you he didn’t like him, and vice versa with Nicolas. You tried to ignore them on that matter and just encourage them to talk to each other to settle their differences.

“That is different Y/n…” Mason replied.

“Is it though?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

You didn’t want to keep harping on the subject. Yes you were not his girlfriend, but you wish you were. Now most definitely you would never be.

You felt dumb and pathetic. You spent almost 2 hours getting ready to look beautiful and for him to maybe say something only for this to happen.

You walked away from him to the main gate. You wanted to leave, not only because you saw what you saw but you knew emotions were getting the best of you and tears were filling your eyes. You didn’t want to make a scene at a party.

You heard footsteps following you, and when you turned around you figured you would see Mason but it was Nicolas.

“Hey hey where are you going?” he asked. Tears had already fallen and you looked hurt.

“Hey, I’m um-“ you tried to get the words out but you choked on a sob.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Nicolas said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a hug.

You hugged him back. You didn’t care if it was him, you were hurt.

You heard footsteps approaching and you figured it was maybe Aliyah, but you were surprised to see Mason again.

“Nicolas, can I talk to her alone please.” Mason said sternly.

Nicolas looked at you, then at him, and back at you. He put two and two together, realizing he was the person who hurt you.

“What the fuck did you Mason?” Nicolas asked angrily.

“It’s none of your fucking business, okay? I need to talk to Y/n, alone, so please fuck off.” Mason replied stone cold.

You didn’t want this to get more heated so you intervened.

“Stop, okay? I’m fine, I’ll just go home-“

“I’ll drop you off” Nicolas interrupted you, still not glancing away from Mason.

“I think it’s better if I do, we need to talk-“ Mason tried to say.

“I’m getting an uber so stop, both of you. I’m ordering it right now.” You said pulling out your phone not wanting to entertain any more bullshit.

“I’ll wait here with you for the uber.” Mason stated

“Me too.” Nicolas said, turning to you.

You rolled your eyes at how childish they were being. You waited about 10 minutes for your uber. 10 awkward minutes of silence. Once you finally saw a car approaching the house, you were grateful.

You didn’t hug either of them goodbye, you just got in and left.

Mason

Mason did not want to be at the party. He was ready to call it an early night, maybe ring you and ask if you wanted to go to his to watch a movie and order food.

He was not in the mood to drink, party and definitely not in the mood to take care of drunk friends. He had a rough week filled with physios and meetings.

However, Woody ended up convincing him. How? By stating you were going. Mason had developed feelings for you, this had been going on for a while, now that you two were much closer.

He loved everything about you, but he couldn’t help but notice you sometimes pushed him away a bit. He didn’t know why, he had never given you a reason to. He tried to brush it off, but now that you two always talked and would always hang out, he wanted nothing more than to be more touchy with you and you resisted it sometimes. He knew you didn’t feel the same way, and it hurt him.

Once at the party, Mason started scanning the sea of people to see if he could spot you. He couldn’t find you anywhere, so he went outside where all his friends were and asked Sophia if she had seen you.

“No she’s not here yet, I think she and Aliyah were on their way.” She responded smiling.

Mason thanked her and went back inside. He spotted Woody with some girls, of course. Once Woody saw Mason, he approached him smiling. “Mate I need your help.” Woody pleaded. “What do you want?” “I met this girl, she’s the one in the blue navy dress, see?” Mason moved his head a bit to see who she was. “Yea I see, what do you want me to do?” Mason asked, confused. “I need you to take Alice somewhere else, I want to be alone with her but she came with Alice so they are attached to the hip.” Mason rolled his eyes. “Mason c’mon, I’m not asking you to do anything with her I know you are waiting for your princess.” Woody said, teasing Mason, making him smile. “I’ll take her to the kitchen so she can talk to other people but if she comes back, it’s not my fault.” Mason stated, moving towards Alice.

Alice was always very flirty with Mason, and a lot of his friends knew that she had feelings for him. He didn’t want her to get the wrong impression.

“Hey Alice, why don’t we go to the kitchen and get a drink?” Mason asked, immediately regretting it. She was visibly drunk, and he had just offered to give her even more alcohol. “Masey, hey of course!” she slurred.

Alice grabbed his hand and dragged him to the kitchen where all the mixers and bottles were. She poured a drink for her and him with way too much alcohol. Mason was trying to get her to talk to everyone, but she was being very touchy with him. Grabbing his hand, rubbing the back of his neck when they were talking to someone else. He wished it was you doing that, not her.

Shit. If you saw him right now with Alice all touchy and handsy, he knew you would get mad. He knew you despised her, and she despised you.

Alice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Mason, can we go to the bathroom?” Hell no he thought. “Um, what do you need? Are you going to be sick?” he asked nervously. “Yea” she said, almost hanging from him. Mason sighed and agreed. He was almost carrying her to the bathroom. He didn’t want her to be sick in front of everyone. He didn’t like her, but he had to be a good person.

Once inside the bathroom, Mason closed the door without locking it.

“Okay, do you want me to hold your hair or do you have like a pony tail so your hair doesn’t get dirty?” he asked, and once he turned around he saw Alice just smirking at him.

“Mase, seriously?” she said, almost laughing.

Mason gulped. He didn’t want to be in this situation right now.

“You know something I’ve always wanted to ask you?”

Mason looked nervous and confused.

“Do you find me attractive?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him and getting closer.

“I mean, every girl is beautiful.” He said.

Alice was very pretty, Mason knew that. But he never saw her as something else. Especially now that he had feelings for you.

Alice got closer to him, and he backed away but stopped once he reached the sink. His hands were firm on the sink not wanting to do anything that might look like something else to her.

“Mase c’mon, aren’t you like a lady’s man?” she asked, smirking. She was now closer, her hand around his neck.

He didn’t know what to do. He could perfectly smell the mix of perfume and alcohol.

Without hesitation she leaned in and kissed him. He was taken back and didn’t stop it. He was frozen but the kiss didn’t last long.

Someone came in and swung the bathroom door open. Mason pulled away quickly, trying to compose himself. Why did he just let her do that? Alice just pulled away laughing.

Mason rolled his eyes at her. He grabbed the doorknob to open the door.

Once he opened the door, he saw you. He didn’t know it had been you who had walked in just now. He was as shocked as you were.

“Sorry the bathroom was unlocked so I just opened it, I should’ve knocked.” you said with a shaky voice.

Mason felt horrible. He knew what he did was wrong. He wasn’t thinking about how you would feel at that moment, but to be fair he couldn’t think about anything. His mind froze.

Alice stepped out of the bathroom a second later. “Yea you should have” Alice said, pulling out her lip-gloss from her purse and reapplying it.

Mason saw you walking away from the scene and shouted at you to wait up. He wanted to explain everything. You wouldn’t stop walking and once he saw you reach the front door, he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Y/n please listen-“ he tried to say

“Mason don’t, sorry I interrupted your time with her.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I know it looks bad-“

“You think?” she interrupted him again .

He looked around, opened the door and pulled you outside with him.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I was trying to take her to the kitchen because-“

“Mason please, stop. I don’t care what you two were going to do. You know, more than anyone, how shit of a person she is, especially with me, and you go and make out with her?” you said, raising your voice.

Mason knew what he did was bad, but he didn’t think you get this pissed off and emotional about it. Part of him hoped it was because there were some feelings involved but he didn’t know.

“Okay, yes I understand, I know how she is, I promise kissing her was not what I wanted to happen, but why are you getting so mad?” he asked, taken back at your rage.

“I mean, regardless of who it was, I don’t understand why you are so mad, you’re not my girlfriend.” he said, making your face drop.

He regretted saying it instantly. He didn’t mean for it to sound bitchy. He just wanted to get to the bottom of it. He wanted to know what you felt. Did you have feelings for him the same way he did with you?

“Yea I’m not Mason but I’m your friend, right? And that is a slap in the face. What would you do if you found me making out with Nicolas?” you asked.

Mason hated him. Why? He knew and he could tell he had feelings for you. He also hated the fact that he had more confidence with you. Ever since Mason met him, they didn’t like each other but it was more of an unspoken thing.

“That is different Y/n…” Mason replied.

“Is it though?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at Mason.

Y/N

Once you thanked your uber, you got out of the car and rushed to your front door. The whole drive back to your place your sobs were almost coming out of your mouth.

You don’t know who you were madder at, him or yourself.

Why on earth did you think he could feel the same way you did about him? Why? You were just friends. He was him. He was way out of your league. Why were you dumb enough to think you could end up with someone like him?

All these thoughts plagued your mind while you were taking your makeup off. Removing the makeup revealed the redness on your face from crying.

You washed your face to try and compose yourself, but all you could think about was that horrible image of Mason kissing her.

He was right, you weren’t his girlfriend so why were you so mad? Alice is a good reason, but you were more jealous than mad. But how the hell would you tell him “Oh yea I’m mad because it’s not me you’re kissing, it’s her.”

After doing your skin care, you decided to just go to bed and try to get some sleep. At the end of the day, you could not let this ruin your life. It’s just a boy, that’s what you told yourself the whole night “it’s just a boy”, the problem was he was the perfect one.

The next day, you were thankful you left early from the party. You were not in the mood to deal with a hangover.

You did your normal morning routine, but also went in and checked on Aliyah. You knocked on her door, no answer. You knocked again, nothing.

You opened the door and saw a sight you never thought you would see. Aliyah and a guy in her bed. Thankfully, they were covered, and nothing was out in the air. You giggled to yourself and closed the door.

It was a free day so you decided to clean up a bit around the apartment and make yourself a yummy breakfast. After an hour had passed, Aliyah and the guy came out of their room. Her cheeks were bright pink and you could tell the guy felt awkward, scratching the back of neck.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “Oh, shut up y/n” Aliya said, rolling her eyes. You laughed more and introduced yourself to the guy whose name was Andrew. “Well, it is nice to meet you, I cleaned up a bit around because I knew we had a guest over.” You said trying to tease Aliyah and making her laugh.

They said their goodbyes and both of you sat down on the living room sofa. “Good night then?” you asked, taking a sip of your tea and raising your eyebrows. “Amazing” Aliyah responded, making you chuckle.

“What about you? Nicolas said you left kind of early, what happened?” It all came back to you; all of the events from the night before. You had done a pretty good job at hiding it and not thinking much about it but now that Aliyah asked you couldn’t hide it anymore.

You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off with tears pouring out of your eyes. “Oh honey! What happened?” Aliyah asked now concerned and pulled you in a hug. You hugged her back tightly, just wanting to cry the emotions out.

Once you had cried for a bit, you pulled away and tried to articulate everything.

You told Aliyah everything. How she had always been right in saying you had feelings for him, how you dressed up yesterday for him, how you saw him kissing Alice, what he said to you afterwards and how mad you were at yourself for being so pathetic.

“Hey stop it! You are not pathetic! You are allowed to feel sort of betrayed by him. And, you are allowed to have feelings for him and try to impress him. There is nothing wrong with that.” She said comforting you, rubbing your arm.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me when it happened? I would’ve come home with you and talked about it.” “No, no, I just wanted to be alone. Nicolas found me crying and I didn’t tell him either but he knew it had something to do with Mason and was mad.” You said remembering Nicolas had waited for you to get in the uber as well.

“I mean duh, of course he would be mad. He has feelings for you.” Aliyah said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What?” you asked, confused. “What?” “You just said he has feelings for me?” Aliya rolled her eyes at your question. “You are so naïve sometimes, oh my God.” “Aliyah, he has never said anything.” “I mean he doesn’t have to, it’s obvious. Also, why do you think he doesn’t really vibe with Mason?” Everything Aliyah was saying started making sense. “I guess it could be true…?”

Both of you spent the day on the sofa catching up on a series you started watching the week prior. You were both caught up on it, but the doorbell made you both look at each other. “Did you order anything?” you asked, thinking maybe she had ordered some food and it was the food delivery guy. Aliyah stood up to open up and replied with a no.

Once she opened the front door, you both saw Nicolas standing there with some flowers.

“Hello you!” Aliya said, hugging him. “How was your night?” he said, raising his eyebrows, he clearly knew what Aliya had been up to. “Well, obviously better than yours.” She said laughing.

Nicolas stepped in the apartment and saw you curled up in the sofa, making his heart melt. “Hey Nic” you said smiling, standing up to greet him. He smiled and hugged you. “Whose are these for?” you asked confused. “Well, um they are for you.” He said shyly. You could see Aliya had that “I told you” look on her face.

“I’m going to go take a shower and leave you guys” Aliyah stated rushing back upstairs to her room to give you both privacy.

“Oh wow, why?” you asked, smiling a little. “Well, I wanted you to feel better after last night.” You started blushing. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You took the flowers and placed them on the kitchen counter. “I’m going to add water and put them in a vase, thank you.” “No worries.”

You offered him some tea, he accepted and both of you sat in the living room talking.

You liked Nicolas, he had been your friend since your first year of college. But you never saw him as something else. Honestly, maybe you should. However, you didn’t want it to turn into something just because you want to get over Mason. You respected him enough to not do that to him. Once you chatted for about an hour, you thanked him again for the flowers and said your goodbyes.

You cleared up the tea mugs and were about to go upstairs until the doorbell rang again.

You opened the door, and this was a sight you were not expecting to see. Mason. With flowers in his hand and a card.

You both just stood there for a moment without saying anything, frankly you didn’t know what to say. He broke the silence, “Can I come in?” he asked.

You stepped out of the way so he could come in. Once you both reached the living room and kitchen area you immediately regretted letting him in. The flowers Nicolas brought you were still on the kitchen counter in full display.

Mason stopped in his tracks, taken back. His mind had a million thoughts going through his head. Were they yours or Aliyah’s? If they were yours, who gave them to you?

“Did someone beat me to it?” he said, chuckling a bit, trying to cut the tension. He was hoping you would answer they were not yours, but his face dropped when you answered. “Um, kind of” you said, chuckling nervously. “Oh, I thought they might have been Aliyah's.” he said, whispering the last part to himself.

“Can I ask, whose are they from?” Mason asked, dreading the answer. “Nicolas.” You spoke.

This made Mason’s blood boil. Why would Nicolas bring you flowers? What did he want from you? Mason placed the flowers and the card on the kitchen counter.

“Why did he bring you flowers?” he asked, annoyed. This now annoyed you. You didn’t owe him any explanation, especially after last night.

“Why do you care?” you snapped. Mason looked at you with rage. “Just, because” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Oh, well you’re not my boyfriend so why are you so mad?” you asked, satisfied with giving him a bit of his own medicine.

All this tension had even made both of you forget his flowers and the reasoning behind it. Mason’s face dropped, and it gave you a weird feeling in your tummy. You didn’t want to hurt him, but after last night and how he was being right now he deserved it.

“You know what, I came here to apologize and explain what happened last night but honestly fucking forget it.” He said scratching the back of neck frustrated with the whole situation. He didn’t say anything else and just left.

You don’t know why you wanted to cry. You knew you hurt him with that comment, but he hurt you too.

You went upstairs and instead of going straight to your bed, you knocked on Aliyah’s door. “Come in!” you heard from the other side of the door.

You stepped in the room with tears in your eyes. “What the fuck happened? I thought it was a good thing what Nicolas did?” She pulled you in a hug yet again trying to comfort you.

“Fuck, I feel so lame I’m crying over a boy.” You said sniffing and pulling away from her. You wiped the tears from your face. “Mason came by after Nicolas left.” “What!? What did he say?”

“Not much, he brought me flowers and a card as well, he saw the flowers Nicolas bought for me and got annoyed, started asking who gave them to me and I said Nic and he got even more annoyed, and then I said the same comment he told me yesterday, got mad and left.” You said, grabbing a Kleenex that Aliyah handed to you.

“Babe this is like a rom com,” Aliyah said, chuckling to herself. “you’re like in a love triangle who would’ve thought.” She said teasingly trying to cheer you up. “C’mon Aliyah.” “Y/n I’m serious! Why else would Mason be mad that Nic got you flowers? They despise each other because they both have feelings for you. Damn, how are you so smart yet so naive?” she asked herself.

You thought about it for a second, it made sense but at the same time why would Mason have feelings for you.

“Wait, did you read the card?” Aliyah said, interrupting your thoughts.

“No, it’s downstairs.” You said. Aliyah jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to go and get the card. She came back panting from running up the stairs. “Okay well then, read it, maybe it will give you more clarity.” She said handing the card to you.

You opened the card and saw Mason’s handwriting.

“I don’t even know how to start a letter, so don’t laugh at me.

I’m so sorry about last night. I would never do something to hurt you like I did last night. Your feelings are more important to me than her or anybody else. I’m sorry for getting defensive last night, you had every right to be mad and I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was low of me.

You’re my friend and I owe you this apology. Sometimes I wish we were more than that. I wish it had been you I was kissing. I wish you would feel the same way. But if that is not the case then, being your friend and being by your side is enough.

Love,

Mase”

“What does it say?” Aliyah said, curious as to why it left you speechless.

“He…he has feelings for me” you said in disbelief, almost tearing up again, not looking up.

“y/n! I told you! I fucking told you! Wow I’m like a genius at reading people” Aliyah was proud of herself.

You tilt your head up to look at her, with tears brimming your eyes.

“No, no, no. We are not doing this again. You are not going to cry. You are going to get ready, go to his place and talk to him and tell him you feel the same way.”

“But-“ you tried to say.

“Nope, I don’t care, c’mon get up.” Aliyah said pulling your hand so you would get up her bed.

“But I said something hurtful-“

“And he did too, okay? You both did, and you will work It out. Try and work it out.”

That was exactly what you needed to hear. You left her bedroom to go get ready and drive to Mason’s place.

Once you put on a hoodie, shoes and got your purse and keys you were heading to Meson’s house. The drive to his house was a bit long, making you start overthinking everything. Maybe this seemed like a good idea 20 minutes ago, but now? What if he’s hurt and you can’t make him forgive you?

You arrived at his house and the nerves started getting bad and settling in your tummy.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to open up. You heard footsteps approaching the door. There he was, in joggers and a hoodie, with a confused look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

You hold up the card, again tears forming in your eyes.

Mason glanced at the card, and then back at you.

You reached out for him, and he smiled. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a hug. You both stayed there hugging for what felt like forever. You were crying, again. “Fuck, this like the 3rd time I’m crying today.” You said sniffing, making Mason giggle.

He pulled away, letting you into his house.

He grabbed your hand and took you to the living room. Both of you sat down and turned slightly so you could look at each other.

“I’m sorry Mase-“

“Don’t, you don’t have to apologize. I kind of deserved that either way.” He said cutting you off.

“Doesn’t mean I’m still not sorry about it.” You said wiping the remaining tears on your cheeks.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had feelings for me, Mase?” you asked.

“I feared being rejected by you. I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship. I was scared that if by some miracle you did feel the same way, my lifestyle would be too much, and it wouldn’t work. I was scared by a lot of things. I also, I feel like you sometimes pushed me away a bit. And as for last night, I was trying to be a good wingman to Woody and it backfired so hard. I just froze when she started getting closer to me.” He said not looking at you, almost as if he was ashamed about it.

“I forgive you.” You said, grabbing his hand.

“Mase, I always had feelings for you. I pushed you away because I knew if I didn’t, I would just be falling more and more for you. I was also scared of you rejecting me. You know, you are who you are and have this amazing life and everyone loves you, and I’m just me. I didn’t think you would ever feel the same way about me.” You said choking up.

“We really need to communicate better, fucking hell.” He said, making you both giggle.

He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“How can I not fall for you?” he said whispering.

Your heart melted and just leaned your head against his palm making him smile. “I’m too awkward to even admit all of this to you.” You said smiling. He chuckled.

He started leaning in more and more, your noses bumping into each other. You finally closed the gap between you both and kissed him.

You had always imagined this moment. Ever since you met him, and so did he.

Your lips were moving in sync and it was the best feeling in the world. You didn’t want it to end. You both pulled away and rested your forehead together.

“You know I wish you would see yourself the way I see you.” He said whispering.

“Mase…” you said, almost tearing up again.

“Don’t bring the water falls again,” he said giggling.

You both embraced each other the whole night. Explaining everything that had happened the night before and that same morning.

“I don’t want to ruin the moment.” You said looking up at him.

“Oh uh…” Mason replied, looking down at you.

“I should talk to Nicolas Mase. I owe it to him.” You said afraid of what he would think.

Mason thought about it for a second. As much as he didn’t like him, he knew you were right. On the positive side Nicolas would know it was him you wanted and not Nicolas.

“Can I ask you something?” Mason said not looking at you.

“Yes of course.” “Did you ever had feelings for him?”, you chuckled at Mason’s jealousness. “No Mase, never.” You got up a bit to be face to face, and gave him a little kiss to assure him you never did.

“I promise, I just need him to know how I feel about you and to say sorry if he thought there was something else between him and I.”

“I know, I trust you.” He said, looking at you now.

“But that can wait,” he got up from the sofa, and reached his hand out for you.

“Stay here today, with me?” he asked, giving you puppy eyes.

“Okay you said smiling.”

Both of you got ready for bed, he had given you one of his t-shirts and boxers for you to sleep in.

Before falling asleep and getting into bed with him, you gave a quick text to Aliyah.

You both got under the covers and cuddled each other. The night was filled with kisses, Mason whispering sweet things, and you blushing. This was heaven for both of you, and what you had craved for so long.

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dearhargrove · 2 months

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Reassurance

summary You comfort Evan after he has to deal with his parents over the course of four days.

word count 730

tags fluff, just someone being there for my bb buck, short and sweet

a/n So basically I was watching the Buck Begins episode and died every minute where his parents neglected him and generally every second of that episode :( so expect some more Buck fics to come (Eddie too tho !!)

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You didn't know but you were probably the sole reason Buck wasn't completely breaking down every day he wakes up and has to deal with the two people that call themselves his parents.

After the first dinner he had felt bad, but he'd felt like he usually does with them. Alone, unwanted and never enough. That day he'd come home to you, quiet and dull.

You hadn't made him talk about it when he didn't start explaining himself, instead you simply wrapped your arms around him and held him close. That's when he'd felt loved. That night he waited until you had fallen asleep before letting himself cry.

What did he expect? For some reason he had hoped they'd changed. Or at least that they would be proud of him. After all, he'd saved a lot of people and does so every day. Instead he is reminded that they hadn't bothered to check on him when he almost died twice - first by being crushed and second because of the blood clots - and then laid in the hospital.

Those were the people supposed to love him no matter what and all he got was constant criticism.

That night you had woken up not long after him because of his missing warmth. With a worried expression you'd found him and once again, held him close. He had melted into your arms, tears starting to fall again as he clutched you close as if scared to lose you.

After reassurance you would gladly give any day you had gone back to bed, your hand on his cheek and caressing his birthmark.

Today you hadn't even known Buck would see them or be confronted by their doings. The last time you'd heard about them was when he explained that he had a brother. That he was only conceived to be a match for a bone marrow transplant.

That night had been harder than the one before. You're quite sure no matter how much you tried to show him that he wasn't just a failed way to save someone you don't think it got completely through to him. And you didn't blame him; you couldn't imagine living with something like that weighing you down.

You're in his kitchen trying one of Bobby's recipes when the door opens and Buck comes in. You could read him like a book; there wasn't a moment you weren't able to tell what he was feeling. But now? You genuinely didn't know.

He was frowning but there's a smile resting on his face and his eyes are red.

“Buck?”

He looks up, seeing you there in his sweater with a knife in your hand as you chop vegetables for a recipe from Bobby he loved, and he breaks. But instead of simply crying he chuckles, too.

“Buck, what's going on?” Your voice is worried and he just shakes his head as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his forehead to yours. You put the knife down and reach up to cup his face and your index finger soothes over his birthmark, something you'd made a habit over the year of being with him.

“I think they're finally accepting me for.. me.” He only says and you sigh but nod. He notices your slight apprehension and quickly adds on, “But I don't want them to. I don't need their acceptance. They don't decide how much I'm worth.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ in surprise but you laugh breathlessly and nod, “Exactly. You're saving lives on the daily, you don't need anyone to tell you how good you are. Not your parents, not your friends, not me.”

He nods along until the last part where he cocks his head and looks at you with his signature half smirk. “I do need you to tell me how good I am, actually.” That makes you smile as well and you sigh, “That's not what I meant and you know it.”

He just shrugs and unlike when he first came in you can see pure happiness and love on his face.

“God, I love you so much, Evan Buckley.”

He grins and surges forward to kiss you passionately, his hands gripping your hips as if you'd slip through his fingers any moment.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 months

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The Plan [Marcus Pike x f!reader]

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The Mentalist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x you/cishet f!reader. Reader is fat/overweight but this is never explicitly mentioned. Also, reader is a lawyer. (I know nothing about lawyering.)

Tags/Warnings: Sad Marcus, alcohol mention, one night stands, fellatio mention, neighbours with benefits, safe sex, squirting, cunnilingus, reader has a difficult relationship with her family, mad dash through the airport at Christmas, trauma dumping (Marcus coming clean about his disappointment after Lisbon dumped him).

Summary: A drunken one night stand with your cute new neighbour Marcus Pike eventually leads to more. Takes place after his story arc in the show.

Words: 7,895

A/N: My first Marcus Pike fic, and also I finished a goddamn fic! There is so much cause for celebration here, folks. Remember to comment and reblog: sharing is caring.

Shout-out to @missredherring and @pazizz who read drafts and helped me forward with this story <3

Marcus Pike does not have a bitter disposition. He does not sulk, or harbor resentment. It's just not in his nature.

Until now.

There is just something so unforgivable, incomprehensible, wrong about the way Teresa Lisbon left him. She called him to say she was coming to D.C., that she would marry him, and two hours later she called again to inform him that she wasn't. That she was in love with Patrick Jane. That asshole.

Marcus has been divorced, and not even that made him spiral as hard as the breakup from Teresa. It just hit harder, because he had fallen so hard for her, for the way she dipped her gaze and chin when a smile broke out on her lips, before looking back up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He fell for her sense of humor, her intelligence, the way it was so easy to be with her. And he really thought that she fell for him in the same way. Maybe she did - but Jane was there, in the background, confusing her, wooing her with one last big, desperate gesture. If Marcus had known that all it took to keep Teresa was to get himself arrested, he would've done that instead of bringing her takeout at work, making her morning coffee just as she liked it, loaning her his jacket when she was cold during that date, all the thousands of little things that he did for her, that he loved doing for her because he loved her so much that doing those things weren't a chore, they weren't planned, they were an honest, spontaneous expression of his feelings for her.

And then, one big, desperate gesture that rendered Marcus's all small, everyday gestures moot. And it pisses him off.

Practicality kicked in as a form of survival. He quickly cancelled the purchase of the house he had Teresa had picked out, found a condo instead, moved in with his things, and threw himself into his work. Most of the boxes were left unpacked. His place didn't feel like a home because he couldn't let it. He was supposed to share one with Teresa, and now there was just him, surrounded by moving boxes that he had to deal with but couldn't, wouldn't. What should've been a house for the two of them - maybe more in the future? - with a little garden, walls impregnated with love and excitement for a life together, sunlight through the window during long weekend mornings of slow breakfasts, putting up Christmas decorations together, all those things that he was looking forward to. Now he has a bachelor pad, in a fancy apartment building with a doorman, but a sad bachelor pad all the same. The furniture is more or less where it should be, but he hasn't bothered to plan that much. The kitchen table is too big, but he's not in any condition to sell it off and buy a new one. The bookcases are half full, and his artwork is still unhung. He really tried there, but the first painting he got his hands on was one that he had seen before him in the spacious yet cozy living-room in That House, with the fireplace, and suddenly no wall in his apartment was good enough. So he put the painting away, and the rest were left packed down.

He even started going out after work, when he couldn't stay any longer but didn't want to go home. He found a watering hole to his liking, and became a regular, nursing one whiskey after another until he could go home and fall into bed for a deep, dreamless sleep.

It's after one of those nights that he finds you, his neighbor, trying to open his front door with your key. Your clumsy yet meticulous movements tell him that you're intoxicated, and there is something endearing about the way you're frowning, the tip of your tongue sticking out the side of your mouth as you focus on sticking in the key that doesn't fit.

When Marcus comes closer, you notice him, and look up. Quickly registering that it's the workaholic neighbor that you rarely see, you just nod, and go back to trying to open the door.

"That's my door," he says, and you look up again.

"What's that?"

"That's my door. You're trying to get into my apartment."

You frown, your hand holding the key falling to your side as you process his words. You then squint at the number of the door, taking a few seconds to realize that this is, indeed, not your front door.

"Oops," you mutter, then grimace apologetically at your neighbor. "Well, this isn't embarrassing at all."

"Don't worry about it," he shrugs, fishing his own key from his pocket. You step to the side to give him access to the door, and when he stands right next to you, you can smell his cologne, sophisticated and with a hint of bergamot.

He eyes you, just as drunk as you are.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Late night. You?"

"Same." He looks so tired when he says it, but you can tell that there is a dimple aching to appear in his cheek. His face, bleary though it is, is handsome, and looks like it was made for smiling.

"What is it you do again?" you ask. You've exchanged pleasantries with him when he first moved in, but you never had the time or mental capacity to actually remember who he is.

"FBI, I investigate art theft."

"Ah, right." Yeah, that's it, something so unusual and random that one couldn't make it up. Then again, D.C. is full of people who do stuff you only hear about in movies.

"Marcus," he offers his hand, and you take it, and give him your name.

"And what is it that you do?"

"Law. I work with government contracts and related investigations at a law firm here in D.C."

"Sounds complicated."

You shrug. "I'm smart enough."

"You look good, too."

You scoff. "Are you coming on to me?"

"I'm trying." Now the smile breaks through, lighting up his whole face. Gods, but he's cute.

"Okay." You make the decision quickly, nodding at his door. "Looks like I picked the right door, after all."

Marcus unlocks the door and opens it for you.

His head is pounding, and his mouth is dry when he wakes up. For a moment, he doesn't know what day it is, what he's supposed to do, or what happened last night, but then the flashbacks start to put things together. The flirty neighbor. Her naked skin. Her alcohol-fuming kisses.

He turns his head and sees you, still asleep next to him. Oh, okay.

Sitting up slowly, he gets his bearings before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Clothes are strewn over the floor. Right next to the bed is a used condom, tied up and looking sad and abandoned. Okay, good, at least he remembered to use protection. He picks it up and takes it to the bathroom, where he disposes of it before washing his hands and face.

He hears the rustle of bedsheets, and returns to the bedroom, realizing that he's naked. You might not want to be greeted by a naked stranger first thing. Looking around for his underwear, he's nevertheless too slow in finding them: you're already sitting up and rubbing your forehead.

He clears his throat. "Good morning."

Your smile is a little lopsided. "Morning."

"You want breakfast?" Marcus immediately offers, wanting to do the gentlemanly thing before he sends you off so that he can take about ten aspirins, and go to work. "And I'll put out a clean towel for you so that you can use the shower."

"Appreciate it, but I live right next door," you point out as you get out of bed. You're as naked as he is, and Marcus tries very hard not to ogle your body for what he suspects will be the last time.

"I don't mind."

"Thanks, but I have to get to work." You pick up and put on your panties, bra, skirt, shirt. Marcus spots his boxer briefs, and pulls them on.

"Okay, well... I had a good time."

"I did too."

Now you're standing right in front of him, buttoning up your silk shirt. Even with your makeup smudged out, and terrible morning breath, you look really nice.

"I gotta ask you something, though, because my memory is a little... hazy." Your cheekbones seem to glow, and he realizes that you're blushing.

"Yeah?"

"I sucked your dick, didn't I?"

Marcus feels the heat rise to his ears. "Um... well... yes, you did."

"Well?"

"What?"

"Did I do it well?"

"I think so."

You grin at him. "You don't remember much either, do you?"

"It was all consensual, if that's what you're asking."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that." You surprise him by placing your hand on his naked chest. His heart skips a beat, and he hopes that you won't notice.

"I really have to go, but maybe I'll see you again soon?" you ask softly, and Marcus finds himself relaxing.

"I'd like that."

You even kiss him good-bye, a quick, closed-mouth peck to keep morning breaths from mixing, before you grab your shoes, your purse (muttering under your breath about several emails, and two missed calls), and head over next door.

Marcus, still only wearing his underwear, looks thoughtfully at the closed door for a long while before going into the kitchen with the too big table to make coffee.

Work occupies most of your waking hours, six days a week, often seven. You don't see Marcus again for weeks, don't hear any sounds from his apartment during the hours you're home and awake. Barely having time to think about him, your thoughts nevertheless stray to him when you're standing in the shower or going to bed at night. You haven't been able to fit a boyfriend into your life in a long time, and casual hook-ups have rarely left you satisfied, but even with your hazy memories of the night with Marcus, you left his apartment that morning with a feeling that it was good. So that's where your thoughts go when you touch yourself, the few times you have the energy to do so.

One Friday night, after a long but satisfying week that ended with a contract being accepted as it was, which meant you could have a weekend with only a couple of hours of work from home, you're hurrying home with Chinese takeout in a bag. Looking forward to a quiet night in front of the TV, with an early morning at the gym the following day, you run into Marcus on your way into your apartment building.

"Hi," you smile, immediately noticing how he seems to square his shoulders when he sees you. "Going out?"

"Yeah," he nods, moving his weight from one foot to the other as he takes in your food bag. "And you're staying in?"

"Finally, a Friday night without work," you acknowledge. Marcus's smile lets you know that he knows about that all too well.

"Enjoy."

"You too, you going somewhere nice?"

"No, I mean... I'm just going by myself."

There is something so despondent about the way he averts his eyes when confessing to going out alone. You're not in a position to start saving people, but you see an opening here.

"Join me for dinner instead, Marcus."

"I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother," you shake your head, now moving towards the elevator while beckoning him to follow you. "Come on, before the food gets cold. There's enough here for two, I always buy extra."

He hesitates for only a split second, you can see it in how his body seems to pull him away, out to some sad bar with too much to drink. Instead, he nods, smiles softly, and follows you. He insists on bringing a bottle of wine from his place, and you accept.

You find out more about him that night, as you share your takeout with him, and he shares his wine. He tells you of heartache, only summarily, clearly not wanting you to feel sorry for him, but you can tell that he's been torn up about the "amicable" break-up. He also mentions that he's been married, and you wonder what's wrong with him. He seems perfectly nice and normal, why hasn't he been able to keep a woman? To his credit, he never complains about nice guys finishing last, only states that maybe he's meant to focus on his career.

"There's a lot to be said about having a good career," you agree. Marcus sips his wine with a small smile.

"Work doesn't break your heart."

"That, too."

"I take it you don't have a partner who'll suddenly come home to find me in his kitchen?" he jokes lightly, but you recognize the question for what it is: he wants to know if you're Seeing Anyone.

"Not one for relationships," you shrug.

"You don't long for anyone to snuggle up with in front of the TV on a Friday night?"

"I don't have time. And they never seem to understand that. Or they're working, too." You pick at the scraps in your takeout box with the chopsticks. "And I seem to attract douchebags. Dunno if it comes with the field in which I work. I always seem to go out with terrible lawyer guys."

Marcus chuckles. "Their loss."

"I miss having sex, though." You look him in the eye, and his tongue slides over his lower lip, catching some runaway sauce.

"Yeah?"

You nod, and feel your cheeks heat up. You're a no-nonsense person, but not always this forward with men. But it's easy with Marcus. He takes it all in stride, doesn't seem to think you're aggressive, or slutty, he just smiles and tells you that he misses sex too.

"But what we had was okay, though?" he adds. "Even if neither one of us seems to remember it that well."

"It was," you agree, raising the glass to your lips and draining the rest of the wine. After putting it back down, you tilt your head and bite your lower lip.

"You wanna do it again? Now that we're sober and all?"

"I'm a little tipsy," he warns you with a chuckle, "But I'm in."

Both of you get up at the same time, chairs scraping the floor simultaneously in the kitchen that mirrors his own but has a table that fits it. All of your apartment just fits in a way his half-assed dwelling doesn't. He realizes that it's because your apartment is a home, decorated and lived-in, warm colors and fabrics, Scandinavian wallpapers in bold but tasteful patterns that he himself would never consider but that feel right here.

You step up to him, snugly fitting yourself to his frame, and place your hands on his narrow hips as you kiss him. The two glasses of wine that you've had have laid a warm, cozy blanket over your busy mind, and now you're fully focused on Marcus, whose soft, plump lips are meeting yours as his arms go around your waist.

You make your way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as you kiss and get undressed, get undressed and kiss. The bed in unmade, you just threw the covers to the side when you got up this morning. Wearing only your underwear, you lay down, pull Marcus over you, rake your fingers through his hair, moan when he palms your plump tits through the bra.

"Tell me what you like," he asks you hoarsely. You hum when he scatters kisses along the lace trim of your bra.

"That's a good start."

He hums back as he pops your tits out of your bra and lick around the nipples.

"Go on," he asks, and a shiver runs down your spine at the low barytone of his voice. You reach around to unhook your bra, and Marcus takes it off you and flings it to the side before burying his face between your breasts.

"You eat pussy?" you ask him breathlessly, and he looks up at you.

"Of course."

"Not everybody does," you wink, and he shakes his head.

"Their loss."

He's in a hurry, you note, but it's endearing in an unexpected way. When he pulls down your panties and gets settled, your legs over his shoulders, you remember to give him a warning.

"I, uh, I don't orgasm from oral, just so you know."

"Really?" His breath is hot against your folds, but he's looking up at you with attentive eyes.

"Yeah. It's not a comment on your skills, I just need you to know it," you shrug, accustomed to always having to tread carefully around the matter. Too many men get offended or take it as a challenge.

"Thanks for telling me," Marcus smiles in a way that's way too innocent and adorable for a man who's got his face inches away from your pussy. "But do you really want me to...?"

"Oh God, yes!" you reassure him. "I enjoy it a lot, and it gets me wet. I just can't cum, I need vaginal stimulation for that."

"You got it," he pats your thigh lightly before his tongue connects with your folds, and your eyes fall shut as you hand yourself over to the pleasure, to Marcus's deftly dancing tongue. He's good, he's attentive and eager, yet you don't get the feeling that he's trying to prove you wrong, to make you orgasm. Lord knows men have tries that in the past, and it's just stressful. No, he just seems to enjoy your moans, the way you writhe and grab his hands, the twitches of your pelvis when he does something extraordinary.

"Goddddd, Marcus, that's so fucking good..." you wail when he alternates between sucking your clit and licking it with a quick tongue. He's getting louder, sloppier, and you know you're dripping. Your clit is throbbing, and you know this is the perfect time to speed things up. You push him away, your thighs closing around his head, and Marcus retreats, chin glistening as he licks his lips.

"You okay?" he wants to know. You nod, breathless and with a pounding heart.

"Need to fuck you."

He scrambles up for a deep kiss, wet and lewd, before you push him over to get a condom from your nightstand. He drapes himself over you as you stretch across the bed, and peppers your back with kisses, like he's unable to stay away from you. You roll around, finding yourself caged between his strong arms, and you pull him down for more kissing with lips swollen and dry but still wanting more.

"How do you want me?" he gasps between the kisses as you pull down his underwear and paw at his small butt.

"Can I be on top?"

He rolls over onto his back immediately, watching you with open-mouth excitement when you remove his shorts and put on the rubber. When you finally sink down on his length, his fingers dig into your thighs as his breath hitches.

"Oh, that feels good..."

"Uh-huh," you sigh, staying still for a moment to adjust to his cock inside of you. You smile inwardly as you find yourself thinking about just how perfectly sized it is: thick but not too long.

"What?"

Your eyes open to find Marcus grinning at you.

"What what?" you grin back. He caresses your hips slowly.

"You looked like you had something to say."

"I was just thinking about what a perfect, gorgeous dick you have."

His cheeks turn pink. "Thank you. It came with the body."

You chuckle and start a slow grind, hips moving lazily back and forth as you seek out the right spots, the right rhythm. Finding it, you plant your hands on Marcus's chest and let out a low moan as you go slightly faster.

"That right for you?" he huffs, sitting up to catch a nipple in his mouth.

"Mmmfuckyes..."

You drop your hand to where your bodies meet, fingers seeking out your clit. Pleasure zaps through your body when you rub it, and you clench tightly around Marcus, causing him to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, both of you groaning.

"So good," he gripes, soothing the sting of his fingertips by rubbing his palms over the affected areas before he moves his fingers to your front. "Need a hand?"

"'m good," you gasp, your free arm slinging around his neck. You clench around him again, and Marcus's hips jut upwards, slamming into you with a force that makes you choke.

"Fuck! God, Marcus, that was..."

"Can we try something?" he pants, pulling you in for a kiss. "Please?"

"Okay?" you frown, a little frustrated at being interrupted, but Marcus gestures for you to rise, so you do as he asks, and let him pull you down with him.

"Get on top of me again, but lie down," he instructs you. You must look doubtful because he immediately adds:

"Just try it, if you don't like it, we can go back to what you were doing."

"I'll try anything once," you shrug, and get on top of him again, this time with your back turned to him. Marcus pulls you down, positioning you on top of him, legs spread, his own legs on the outside of yours. You hesitate for a second, the reality of your weight sometimes haunting your mind, but Marcus insists.

"Just come here, baby," he tells you softly, so you let him take your weight. One of his arms sneaks up the side of your ribcage to cup a breast. With the other, he guides himself into you, pushing himself in with an upward thrust of his hips. You choke on your breath and let your head hang back on his shoulder, one arm seeking a position to support you, the other coming around Marcus's neck when he presses a toothy kiss to your neck. He thrusts into you again, fingers playing with your nipple, and then his other hand comes to rub your clit.

You keen at the sudden intensity, back arching on top of him, and he plants his feet more firmly on the mattress.

"Fuck," you gasp, "that's good, Marcus, this is good..."

He sucks a kiss to your neck, his teeth stinging just a little, and your legs kick in search of a hold so that you can stay just above him. He slips out, and you whimper.

"Relax," he soothes you, thumb abandoning your clit to instead guide himself back into you. "Put your weight on me, I can take it."

You follow his instructions, back sinking down onto his chest and stomach, pelvis angling slightly to help him stay inside you. His fingers return to tease your clit, and your head falls back onto his shoulder as he settles into a rhythm that makes your toes curl.

"That's it," he praises you, his breath hot against your ear. "Just like that, take it, just enjoy it, let me take care of you."

The slow drag of his cock against your slick walls is maddening in how it pushes at your spot but leaves you wanting more. You buck your hips down eagerly.

"Faster, please, Marcus."

He obeys immediately, moaning at how you immediately clench around him. Your fingers thread through his hair, the other hand fists into the sheets. The pressure on that one spot inside you is growing in intensity, insanely, perfectly, knocking your breath out with each jab of Marcus's cock against it. Your moans become whimpers, a moan too complex a sound for you at this point, when you are so close, so utterly close to the climax that you now need as much as you need air -

The release floods your body and your cunt, and for a split second you're horrified at the wet feeling on your thighs, the rippling sound, until you realize that you squirted. A half moan, half giggle escapes you as you press your thighs together as if to lock in the orgasm that pulsates through your cunt and lower belly. Marcus gasps an excited Fuck, yes before bucking up a couple of errant times, and then relaxing down. He kisses your temple, drags his soaked fingers up over your soft belly, making you squirm.

"Sorry," he murmurs throatily. You murmur something back and slide down next to him. Everything between your legs seems wet and now cold, but you're still prickling all over with excitement.

Marcus heaves a deep sigh before turning his face to you. "That was so hot."

"I didn't know I could do that with a man."

"You haven't before?"

You shake your head. Marcus smiles softly.

"I'm honored. Was it good?"

"Yeah. How about you?"

"So fucking good."

You smile back at him before turning your face back towards the ceiling, and taking a deep breath that you sigh out audibly. Your body relaxes quickly, a muscle in your lower back mutters about the position you just were in, but you feel extremely good, and wrung out in a fantastic way. In the corner of your eye, you catch Marcus taking the condom off, before getting up to take it to the trash. When he returns, he looks around, looking for his clothes. You roll over onto your side.

"You don't have to leave, you know," you tell him quietly. Marcus stops, boxers in hand.

"Yeah?"

"I mean... don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a relationship," you hurry to assure him. "But I wouldn't mind you staying over. Unless you have plans?"

"I don't."

He drops the boxers, and slides back into bed, next to you. You smile a little wryly.

"The sheets are wet. I'll change them, feel free to grab a shower.

"Soon," Marcus tells you, low voice heavy with a calm confidence. "I suggest we wet them a little more first."

Your deal with Marcus is simple and beautiful: sex, with or without staying the night. The occasional take-out dinner. Quickies when you run into each other in the corridor outside your front doors, with ten minutes to spare. It's undemanding, friendly, mutually satisfying. Uncomplicated, with no romantic feelings involved, so nobody can get hurt.

Marcus is an active lover who smoothly takes charge. Not bossy, but firm and empathic, and not afraid of using aids of different kinds to raise your orgasms to the next level. He's not opposed to fucking you fully clothed in the morning and leaving you wanting as you go to work with his cold cum in your panties, shot there after he removed the rubber after fucking you.

It is, in short, the perfect set-up.

Fall passes by, and you see yourself forced to fly out to see your family over Thanksgiving. You spend as much time as you can working in your childhood room, however. Your parents do not understand your choice of profession, your mother does not see how a woman of your age has chosen to be childless. Your older brother knocked his girlfriend up at sixteen, your younger sister was married at eighteen and divorced at twenty-eight. You love them, but you don't have a lot in common with them, and even if your siblings at least pretend to understand your life choices, their contempt steeped in jealousy of your life shines through at times. Your parents choose to simply ignore the life you have built for yourself in D.C., talking instead about Mrs. McCall next door, Annie down the street, Cybil in town, Kearney at the gas station, as if you knew any of them or cared about what they said about Kayleigh's twins.

You endure for two nights, and text Marcus from the airport, before boarding: I'll be home after nine tonight. You free?

He replies almost immediately: I'll pick you up at the airport.

You text him the flight number before turning off your phone, settling for a three-hour nap in lieu of working.

When you finally land, puffy-faced but breathing freely now that you're back in the city you call home, Marcus is waiting for you in arrivals. The way his smile lights up his eyes when he sees you makes your heart miss a beat. There is something there that's beyond what the two of you have, something much more sincere.

You shake it off and smile back as you walk up to him. He leans forward, like he's about to kiss you, but ends up giving you an awkward half-hug.

"Welcome home."

"Thanks. And thank you for picking me up."

"My pleasure."

The two of you turn and start walking towards the exit. Marcus offers to take your carry-on wheelie bag, but you decline, accustomed as you are to carrying your own luggage yourself.

In the car, he asks you how your Thanksgiving was.

"As holidays at my parents' usually are. One night would've been enough."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah. It's just..." You rub your forehead. "Whenever I visit, I feel trapped. Everything back home is... small. People are kind, yes, but they're small-minded. The town is small. The spaces in which to move, physically and mentally, are small. And I feel like some kind of big city snob who comes to visit twice a year, scoffs at their very ordinary and, as far as I know, happy lives, and then flies back to my vegan frappuccinos and twenty-four-hour sushi restaurants."

Marcus chuckles low. "I think I know what you mean. But it's hard for me to imagine that you'd be a snob about anything."

"I probably am. But I... I don't know, I outgrew that town when I was fifteen. Couldn't get out fast enough. And I don't like going back."

"Does your family support your choices?"

You shrug. "Yes and no. Mom and dad are proud, I guess, but at the same time they don't have any idea what it is that I do. 'If you wanted to be a lawyer, couldn't you be one here? Where it's not as stressful and you could start a family, and work normal hours?' As if I could practice the law I'm interested in over there."

"What's the most common type of lawyer in your hometown?"

"General practitioners who do a little bit of everything, wills mostly. And there are three, I think."

"Wow."

"Exactly."

The conversation turns to other subjects as Marcus drives the two of you to your apartment building. As he parks in his spot in the underground garage, you place your hand onto his thigh. He turns off the engine and looks at you.

"Thanks for picking me up," you tell him quietly. His hand comes to rest on top of yours.

"No problem."

"You have any plans for tonight?"

He shakes his head, then leans forward over the middle console as you reach across the same for a kiss. His fingers thread into your hair before closing around the back of your head to bring you in, and you sigh softly against his lips as you feel the rest of the pressure from your Thanksgiving visit melt away. If the town you grew up in felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable, D.C. and Marcus feel like home. And there's nothing you want to do more now than be with Marcus in this city.

You break the kiss and lower your gaze to his fly, where your fingers are already working on unzipping him. Marcus exhales in an audible sigh.

"You missed me that much?"

"Don't get any ideas," you warn him before bowing down over his lap.

Later, when you are freshly showered, and lying awake in Marcus's bed with him deeply asleep next to you, you wonder when his presence at night became such a comfort for you.

Marcus visits his parents over Christmas. You manage to convince yours that you're way too busy and the holidays too short for you to fly out. Settling in for a couple of days off work, you plan to go to the gym, meet friends, and maybe finally get through that book you started three months ago. You plan for simple yet delicious meals and come home with bags full of groceries and bottles of wine that you balance in your arms as you're digging for the keys in your pocket.

"Lemme get that."

Marcus appears by your side, taking a grocery bag from you.

"Thanks."

You manage to let yourself in, and Marcus follows you to the kitchen, where he leaves the bag on the table.

"Hi," he smiles. There is something so endearing about this man, his smile lights up the whole room, you can't possibly keep from smiling back at him.

"Hi. I thought you already left for the airport?"

"Just on my way now. Glad I caught you."

"Oh?" You unbutton your coat, unwrap the scarf from around your neck. "What's up?"

"Just... I wanted to see you before I left. Wish you happy holidays."

"Right." You take off your coat and leave it over the back of a kitchen chair. "Well... happy holidays, Marcus. I hope you have a nice weekend with your parents."

"Thanks." He clears his throat, looks down and scratches the back of his head. "Do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?"

"Not that I know of."

"Do you maybe... want to do something?"

"Sure," you nod, a warmth spreading in your belly. "Like, dinner?"

"I was thinking Hirschhorn? You said you were curious about their special exhibit. Then dinner, and maybe a movie, if you're not opposed to spending so much time with me at once?"

You feel your cheeks heat up a little. "I don't mind at all. That sounds lovely."

His smile widens, his warm eyes glitter. "Great. I'll get back to you as soon as I return."

He kisses your cheek before leaving, his hand resting momentarily on your arm. When he closes the door behind him, the apartment feels empty.

That emptiness stays with you over the holidays. You're enjoying the time off, yes, and downright cherish not having to spend time with your family. You were looking forward to Christmas eve drinks with a couple of friends but are disappointed when they only talk about holiday preparations, gift shopping, and visiting in-laws. The detachment makes you annoyed. It's not that you want that kind of life, you don't want kids and a house and Thanksgiving dinners and all of that. But there doesn't seem to be any alternatives. You get the feeling that they feel sorry for you, that they think you should look up from your laptop once in a while, go dating, settle down, maybe work less.

Always work less. You love your job so much, maybe you won’t forever, but right now you do, and it doesn’t feel taxing when it gives you the gratification it does.

You grab a cab home, earlier than you thought and morose for not getting the carefree night you had planned for. Maybe it's your own fault for thinking that people with families wouldn't have changed.

You weigh your phone in your hand for a couple of blocks before texting Marcus.

Hope you're having a better time than I am. Just getting home after drinks, and realized I have nothing in common with my friends anymore :/

You regret the text as soon as you've sent it. It sounds whiny, and you know that you're being unfair to your friends. But Marcus replies almost immediately:

Sorry to hear that. Wish I was there to make you feel better.

You smile, and your heart skips a beat. He always knows what to say.

It is what it is. Early night for me.

He replies with a Santa emoji that makes you chuckle.

Too old for Santa, you type back. Or too naughty. Either way, he's not coming.

Only man who should come in your apartment is me ;)

You stare at the message, cheeks heating as you lick your lips. Your brain scrambles for an answer to match his tone.

I'll be the judge of that, mister. If you're away for too long, I might get lonely.

The reply comes almost immediately.

I'll be back before you know it.

Your heart is fluttering like a butterfly inside your ribcage, and you react with a thumb up to the last message. For the rest of the cab ride, you're chewing on your lower lip while looking out the window, decorated windows racing past you as the cab driver navigates towards your apartment building.

You fall asleep in front of the TV and are awakened by a text.

You up?

You rub your eyes, realize that you're still wearing makeup, and curse low.

It's two am.

Marcus's name immediately lights up on the phone, and you answer the call.

"What's up?"

"Sorry to wake you."

"That's fine, I was on the couch. Gotta schlep my ass to bed," you yawn as you turn off the TV, and stand up, scratching your head.

"I'm outside."

"What?"

"I'm outside your door."

You frown, trying to understand what he's saying. "What are you doing there?"

"Just open?"

Call still active and phone held to your ear, you walk over to the front door, and unlock it. And there Marcus is, holding his phone but lowering his hand and ending the call while smiling wryly at you.

"Hi."

"What... why aren't you at your parents'?" you stutter, still holding the phone like you're talking to him through it.

"Because I can't do this at my parents'." He steps up to you, cups your cheek, and brings his lips to yours. His face is cold, so you understand that he has just arrived from the airport. Your sleep-riddled brain still doesn't understand, and Marcus breaks the kiss, breathing softly against your lips before drawing back.

"Did I... fuck this up now?"

You lick your lips and realize that you're feeling calm and steady in a way you no longer do when he's not around. You grab him by the jacket lapel and pull him in through the door.

"No," you reply, a shiver running through you when he puts his arms around you. "No, you did just the right thing."

You don't use your tub as often as you would like to, yet it was one of the main reasons why you bought your apartment. It's spacious, has gorgeous vintage style brass faucets, and is placed by the window, from which you can see the park, now wearing a white winter coat of snow, on the other side of the street. The shower booth is at the back wall of the bathroom and your busy lifestyle has you favoring quick showers instead of long, luxurious baths.

Now, however, you're stretched out languidly in Marcus's arms, the back of your head on his shoulder, his hairy thighs pressing up against you on either side. The water is hot and scented with oils, and if the orgasms you had before getting out of bed hadn't relaxed you, this would definitely take away the last vestiges of stress knotting your muscles.

"This is a really nice tub," Marcus mumbles into your ear, his hand running up the inside of your arm, resting on the edge of the tub. "Wish I had one."

"You're welcome to use mine," you smile, just as his hand disappears into the water, finding your breast and cupping it, thumb lazily stroking the nipple.

"I like your apartment better anyway," he admits. "Mine doesn't feel like a home."

"That's just because you haven't unpacked."

He raises his shoulders in a shrug. "Been busy."

"Doesn't help much that you're fucking me every time you're off work."

“One could even say it’s your fault I haven’t unpacked,” he muses, lips touching your temple. You shake your head, hand finding his and leading it away from your breast.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t get to pin this on me.” There is no vehemence in your voice, and even if Marcus can’t see your face, he can plainly hear the smile threatening to break out.

“I had to try.”

You bring your hand back to your chest, and sigh when his fingers brush over your nipple. It would be so easy to just let things slide, enjoy his hands, his mouth, his cock that’s resting softly against your lower back… But your interest is piqued.

“Why haven’t you unpacked, Marcus?” you ask quietly. “I’ve seen that you have painting just waiting to be hung on the walls and given how much you like to criticize my dentist’s office artwork from Ikea, I can’t imagine why you haven’t done more to decorate your apartment.”

His hand stills, and you feel him swallow. He clears his throat, sighs, clearly stalling, but you don’t show mercy. You want to know.

“I guess… I thought I’d be making a home with someone. And when that didn’t happen, I didn’t like the idea anymore.”

You braid your fingers with his, the water gently rippling with your movement.

“Your ex?”

“Yeah. Teresa.”

“What happened?” He’s mentioned some tragic breakup but never specified, and you’ve never asked. Now, however, you’re asking. You want this puzzle piece to fit right, want to know everything there is to know about Marcus Pike.

“I don’t want to burden you with that…”

“I want to know, Marcus.”

He hesitates, but eventually tells you how his ex, a smart, beautiful woman that he fell head over heels for and eventually proposed to, accepted his proposal over the phone but called again thirty minutes later to tell him that she was leaving him for a coworker. Marcus had been transferred to D.C., had asked Teresa to come with, had a plan for a life together, and she turned out to be in love with a coworker: a charming, unreliable man who worked out an elaborate scheme to make her choose him instead of Marcus.

You’re shocked to silence when he stops talking, an array of emotions simmering inside you. When Marcus speaks your name, the first one to burst is anger.

“What a cunt!”

Marcus sputters your name, but you don’t feel bad.

“You know I’m right!”

“No need for language like that,” he protests, but you can sense a change in him. It’s like something’s loosened in him. Even if you can’t see his face in this position, you can feel it in how his body feels against yours.

“I’m sorry, but that behavior is despicable. And from what you’ve told me about that asshole that she went with because of you, I’d say they deserve each other.”

He shrugs. “Or maybe I was too pushy. We didn’t date for long before I asked her to marry me. I should’ve given her more time.”

You turn around in his arms so that you can meet his flickering gaze. Raising your hand to his cheek, you caress the slightly scratchy surface that sorely needs a razor.

“If it feels right, it feels right,” you tell him softly. “There’s no shame in being open and honest about your feelings, Marcus.”

He blinks, and for a second you think his eyes look shiny. His lower jaw moves as he swallows.

“Thank you,” he eventually mumbles. “I don’t want to sound like I’m making excuses but… I did feel I was being straight with her. And she… really fucking hurt me.”

“Yeah, she did.”

His stare is suddenly relentless.

“Will you? Hurt me, I mean?”

You feel nothing but calm. “Marcus, I like you a lot. This is more than just sex now. But I won’t marry you in six months, and I don’t need you to have a plan for us. I like my job, I have a good career that I won’t give up. I don’t want kids, but I like being with you, and I want to keep being with you, not just have sex but do other stuff with you.”

He smiles at that and casts his eyes down. You lean forward to press a small kiss to his lips.

“And I will help you to unpack your shit, and I will come with you to get a new kitchen table tomorrow when the stores open. Because that huge monster you have jamming up your kitchen has got to go.”

“Not tomorrow,” he immediately tells you, and you quirk an eyebrow. “Because tomorrow I’m taking you to the museum, out for a meal, and then we’re watching Casablanca.”

You chuckle. “It’s a deal.”

He pulls you in for a deeper kiss, water splashing when his arms go around you.

“For the record,” he murmurs against your lips, “I like you too.”

“That’s a relief,” you smile, before a gasp escapes your lips; Marcus’s hand has slid down your soft stomach to the apex of your thighs, and one finger is slowly circling your clit.

“Open your legs,” he whispers, breath almost scorching your cheek that is already warm from the water and your rising desire. You move around, legs and hips repositioning themselves so that he can cup his big hand over your sex.

“Marcus,” you breathe in a low moan, “I already came twice this morning…”

“And you’ll come a third time,” he promises as he slides a finger inside your warm heat, rolling a nipple between two fingers of his other hand. You curl your arm back and around his neck, seek his lips for more kisses, push down against his hardening cock to make him gasp into your mouth. Thumb on your clit, he adds a second finger to your pussy, fucking you slowly as you exchange moans along with your kisses. Your hips jut upwards when he hits the right spot, and then he stays on it, water splashing over the edges of the tub when he goes increases speed. Your hand dives underneath the surface to find his cock, and a strangled moan travels from Marcus’s mouth to yours when your fingers close around the stiff length. When he slows down, so do you, when he fucks you faster, your hand works him faster.

The climax reaches both of you at the same time, your bodies tightening up, Marcus’s hips jerking up as your thighs clamp shut, cries bouncing off the tiles as you press your bodies together. As silence falls, the water stills and your hearts return to their normal rhythms, and Marcus’s lips are on your temple.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“So are you,” you hum, a ripple of lingering pleasure making your legs twitch. He kisses you again, a light smattering of kisses over your temple, brow, cheekbone, before reaching your mouth. That last kiss is deep and slow, loving, and intimate in a way you haven’t had with him before. It’s unnerving, almost scary, but there is something so comforting about Marcus’s broad-shouldered body underneath you, something that makes you embrace the unknown.

“Happy Christmas, baby.”

The underwhelming meeting with your friends, the flirty texting with Marcus, that feels like weeks ago. But it was only last night, and your world has been thoroughly rocked since then.

“Happy Christmas, Marcus.”

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 !!

🕷️ CHARACTERS— jock!itadori yuuji x fem!reader x best friend!fushiguro megumi

🕷️ SUMMARY— what started as the worst halloween party you’ve ever gone to ended up in a night you could never in your wildest dream imagine to happen

🕷️ WORD COUNT— 4.5k BABYYYY

🕷️ CONTENT WARNING— swearing, drink spiking, harassment, drugs, halloween frat party, mahito, college au, overprotective and possessive megumi, noncon, overstimulation, dumbification, mmf threesome, marking and hickeys, pet names, praising, oral sex, fingering, clit sucking, double penetration, squirting

KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

🕷️ A/N— bitch wouldn’t show up in the tags no matter how many time I’ve posted this 👹👹 hopefully it works this time enjoy 💕

Come on! Just relax, have fun,” the male dropped the weight of his arm on your shoulder, body leaning too close to you for your comfort as he whined, eyes training at your cleavage from his taller height.

You hardly knew this man—who introduced himself as Mahito just less than 20 minutes ago and somehow, you found yourself sitting on the couch at the corner of the party along with his friends, unable to find a way to escape from him as he gets all handsy with you.

Nobara had left to use the bathroom just before he dragged you all over there to his group and your other friends are nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t leave without any help from them. And not to forget that you even promised Megumi you’d wait for him at the front door and Mahito was making things harder for you.

Frustration and annoyance only continued to flare up in your chest the longer you were stuck with him and his half–drunk friends who couldn't even care less about what he was doing.

“I’m sorry but I really have to go right now, please,” you couldn’t handle any second of it anymore, finally breaking the thought of staying polite after his hand crawled up to rest on your thigh. Swiping his hand off of you, disgust glared from within when his friends simply laughed at the seeming amusement you showed while Mahito chuckled as if it was nothing.

“Aww, but I really want to hang out with you,” he teased with that sly smirk brushed across his lips, trying to catch your eyes but you never even bothered to return a single look.

“Too bad I have to leave now,” placing the half–filled drink he gave you on the small coffee table in front of the couch, you pulled yourself up from your seat, leaving an empty spot beside Mahito.

“Ah, you didn’t finish your drink, (Y/N),” he called out, the alcohol now in his hand swirling inside the paper cup as you noticed how the group’s eyes were on you; staring for some reason.

“Does it matter?”

“Nah, it’d be easier for me if you finished it.”

Fucking weirdo, you thought, before you turned to leave, catching the sight of his close–eyed grin and waving hands.

Megumi had left your last message on seen when you checked your phone, making you sigh at his usual manner. A message to distract you from your previous scare would be nice in the least.

The night was chilly when you left the party, the fresh air from the house cramped with dancing bodies that made it a little hard to breathe. The time showed 9 and you still couldn’t find Megumi anywhere outside the front yard or the gates. Perhaps he had already gone inside the party without telling you but you didn’t have the energy to join in just yet. Mahito seemed to have sucked them all out previously.

Otherwise to the muffled music blasting from inside the house and the soft chatters of the few standing in the yard, you thought the moment was still for a second; calm and silent for a night of partying. Then all of a sudden, a single ding from your phone ticked against your eardrums and your heart slightly jumped from the sound.

‘Sorry I’m going to be a little late’

Megumi’s notification appeared on the screen and your tummy did a little flutter at his name before you tapped into his message, thinking hard about how you should tell him about the stranger you just met without him yelling at you to go back home at that moment.

He had already managed to stop you from wearing that bunny costume you were going to match with Nobara at the party all because it was too revealing, lecturing you about the types of guys hanging around at parties and he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you home himself if he knew about what happened.

Your halloween night was already half–ruined by Mahito and you couldn’t finish it off by being stuck at home instead of having fun with everyone else from campus all because of Megumi’s odd protectiveness.

After spinning your head for a few long seconds, you figured it would be best for your circumstances to tell him about it after the party ends; it would be too late for him to do anything anyway. So you simply sent an ‘okay’ before being left on seen once again, letting out a sigh as you waited.

One by one the people outside started to join the party again, leaving you alone sitting on the porch stairs and listening to the lazy croaks of the cicadas and the muffled blasting from the house. With each passing moment, each slipping second and minutes spent just sitting there waiting, you grew more and more impatient, tired of waiting for the male who didn’t seem to be appearing no matter how long of a time you gave him.

9:33 was the point when your body started sweating and your head started spinning—perhaps getting light from irritation and you simply gave up waiting any longer; you had your other friends waiting inside and you desperately needed a drink anyway.

Just as you attempted to balance up onto your feet with hands gripping the stair railing, you thought you heard a familiar voice greeting from behind you, tone annoyingly playful.

“Ah! So you haven’t left, I see,” turning your head around, you’re met with that stitch–face once again.

“Frankenstein is back, huh?” you let out a groan as your lightly rolled your eyes, trying not to add to the pain behind them while you lean your weight against the railing.

“Don’t be like that, you’ll hurt my heart!”

“What do you want? Just leave me alone, dude.”

“Well, you don’t look so good, do you?”

“I mean, if you’d be so kind to leave, I would be in a much better state, to be honest.”

“You’re mean, you know that?” Mahito took a few steps towards you before his grip caught your arm and a laugh escaped his lips.

“Get the fuck away from me—” you tried to shove him away though your strength was nothing but tenuous compared to the frisky male. Even he acted hurt just to mock you, ignoring your demurs and inhaling sharply through his teeth as he clutched his chest and pulled you with him.

All it took was a single blink and you’d already found yourself inside the party house, the smell of spilled beer and sweat punching your nostrils as Mahito dragged you through the crowd of dancing drunks.

The crowds seemed to grow when you felt Mahito’s hold ripped away from your arm—sticky bodies started bumping into you from every angle once you’ve lost your source of walking support; causing you to tumble back into someone when a body accidentally shoved itself towards your front.

A choked cough came from behind you as you tried to stabilise yourself on your two feet before turning your head to face the stranger, rubbing your eye with the side of your hand as you sniffled, trying to think up an apology through the growing dizziness in your head.

“Hey, ya’ fine?” the stranger questioned, giving you a hand after watching you struggle for a second, and almost instinctively, your fingers grabbed onto his support.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you tried to speak through the music and noisy revelry. Though you’re simply met with a ‘huh?’.

Just as you prepared to squeeze your way out of the middle of the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Mahito’s blue hair and a swift idea quickly swiped through your head—perhaps this person could help you in dealing with that persistent male and you’ll be able to go back home safe.

“Hey—!”

“Hey—!” both you and Mahito synchronised at the same time, his attention on you while yours on the new hope you’re gripping onto. The stitch–face immediately wore a look of realisation the moment he registered the scene. And he wasted no time in grabbing your arm and tugging you to him, praying that you wouldn’t cause any scene before he caught you again.

As though he could sense something was wrong, the other male held you surprisingly sturdy at your spot, unwilling to let Mahito take you away from his side.

“Ya’ sure you’re fine?”

“I’m her friend—“

“I’m asking her though,” the stranger cut Mahito off before turning to face you, hands held tight with yours.

“Shit you’re my friend, leave me alone,” if your words weren’t enough to show your hostility towards the male, the evident glower on your face could speak just enough for you. Plus the stare the cop–uniformed male bore into his skull must’ve stroke something in him that he was finally willing to walk off, chuckling under his breath as he shook his head.

“Woah, what a weirdo, right?”

“Thanks for your help…”

“Itadori Yuuji!”

“Thanks, Itadori,” you smiled at him before you let his name sink into your mind and you snapped clear at who he really is—Itadori Yuuji, the hot jock freshman who’s already popular all throughout campus and fuck did he live up to the words.

“Do you need like, help with anything else? I can drive you back home if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, but I really need a drink first,” you chuckled.

“There’s a drink station somewhere there, I'll bring ya’?” the sunshine-smile of his pierced through your heart just like a spear after his words and there was no way to turn him down after he has used that infamous smile on you. So you almost instantly nodded your head at him, a gentle heat resting across your cheeks.

Itadori managed to pave a way through the crowd, nearly everyone saying a 'hi' or giving him a nod as he walked passed them. It would be much tougher for you to leave if it wasn't for him, you'd admit.

The drink station he had mentioned was just outside at the backyard, also filled with people all around and you saw a few making out in the pool. Though you quickly whipped your head towards Itadori when offered a plastic cup of drink to you, an obvious glow of heat on your face.

“So, you never told me yer’ name,” he glanced over to you as he took a sip of his drink, leaning his back against the wall.

“I'm (Y/N).”

“And what are you supposed to be?” he jokingly teased as he pointed at your outfit—a simple last minute choice of a crop top and a miniskirt. And you surely wouldn't be standing there being asked that question if it wasn't for Megumi.

“A college girl on a normal day, I guess.”

“Original. I'll give ya’ that.”

“Thanks. Well, your costume looks great too,” you cocked your head to the side while you checked him out from head to toe. A police cap sitting on the pink mess of his hair with the short sleeves of the uniform tight around his brawny arms and a handcuff hanging from his pocket; you weren't lying with your words in the slightest.

His eyes caught yours when your sight trailed back up to his face, a slight spark of desire flickering in his brown orbs and you’re sure the same burn could be seen over your features. And as though something had pumped through your veins, disregarding your senses urging you to catch onto your wants—your lips were on Itadori’s in a swift moment.

There was a pause in him before his lips moulded into you, tasting you in his mouth as his hand moved your face closer to him by the back of your head.

You’re not even sure how things were heading so fast, something inside of you acting on your wants and only your wants and there seemed to be no way in taming the blaze from within; your body was simply acting on itself.

But you weren’t going to lie about how good it felt with his larger hand resting on the back of your head, your tongues snaking and tasting one and another in a seemingly never–ending game.

Your vision started to blur when your lips parted, the air between the two of you warm with your puffs as you began sweating from the heat; your head feeling heavy for some reason.

“Hey…don’t you think it’s getting really hot here?” you breathed, hands holding onto his as you spoke.

“We can go into a room if you like?” his fingers were on your cheeks, rubbing the few wild strands of your hair between his two digits. And wordlessly, you nodded.

The painfully aggressive beats of the music definitely didn’t help in the gradual pounding of your head once you entered the house again. It was as if explosions were going off with each loud pump of the speakers and you didn’t even have the energy to pull yourself away from everything, starting to let the queasiness catch up to you.

Itadori was speaking with one of his friends and you didn’t catch what they were saying over the music so you stood there waiting for a few seconds before he’s back again, this time leading you to one of the rooms in the hallway.

You half–expected to see a couple naked inside the room when the door threw open and the light flickered on—but the bedroom was empty to your realisation; rare in a party this big and you guessed the house had many other rooms occupied instead.

Then with not a second wasted, your lips were back on each other again; this time hungrier for more. His hands were no longer resting shy on the back of your head or face, now feeling over the curve of your ass and the skin beneath your shirt.

His fingers were more calloused than you would have thought, roughened up throughout the years of sport and goosebumps rose all over your skin with his touch.

The dizziness in your head seemed to have cooled down once you had made it to the bed, Itadori straddling over you while his hands worked on lifting your top off of your head, leaving only your bra on.

“Hey, you okay?” he lightly shook your arm, watching the way your head lolled to the side and your eyes growing heavier with each blink. It took a while for you to get his words, each letter leisurely dropping into your ears and you paused for a while before faintly nodding at him, fingers tugging his hair to pull him back to your lips.

Your eyes shut close when you felt his hands coming up to cup your breasts, clipping your bra off as his mouth trailed down your chin to your neck, lightly picking at your skin with his teeth before sucking on the spots, making you slip out a few moans from his doings.

Then just as another mewl was about to leave your lips when his fingers played at your buds, he swallowed them into his mouth before sucking on your lower lips. And you realised that your body was his already plaything, too pleasurable to move, enjoying every single brush of his fingers against your body before you thought you caught the sound of the door slamming shut all of a sudden.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori called out in both confusion and surprise, whipping his head around to the male standing perhaps even more shocked at the door.

You were beneath Itadori, looking as if you’ve passed out or intoxicated with something with your body half–naked and neck marked in bites. It took a few long moments for Megumi to gather his mind and the first thought that came to his head was to kill his friend.

“Fuck are you doing, Itadori?!” the male yelled, furious and ready to throw a punch as he gripped onto Itadori’s collar. Though his irate attention slipped for a second when you let out a kind of groan, bringing his eyes to the puffiness of your reddened lips and bare breasts.

“Megumi…?” there was no way to deny the boner growing in his pants with the way you speak his name and the state you’re in—you looked so fucking hot.

“Calm down, man. It’s not like you’re her boyfriend, right?”

“What did I say about not to fuck with her?” Megumi threw a glare before pushing the other male off of you, cupping and lifting your face up to find the whites of your eyes red just like what he expected; you must’ve been either drinking too much or drugged.

Taking his jacket off, Megumi covered your upper body with it before Itadori stopped him, “You’re not leaving with her, right?”

“It has nothing to do with you—”

“Don’t you see this chance?” a glint of idea flashed through Itadori’s eyes; temptation and Megumi knew that whatever he was going to spew out wouldn’t be anything good. “She’s like, I don’t know—I think someone drugged her or something. So why not…”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Kugisaki told me you like her, but—”

“You’re speaking nonsense,” Megumi cut before another groan left your lips, and god you had no idea how pretty you were in his arms, intoxicated and vulnerable to any lecherous man he had always warned you about.

She won’t even know.

It wasn’t Itadori’s voice that was luring him into the sinful thought of succumbing to his perverted desire—it was his own voice attempting to entice himself.

Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?

All those fucking years.

There was a push inside his chest that made him near your face, merely less than an inch away from your lips; the same lips that he had always thought about giving even the slightest kiss. And when you yourself, in your fuzzy state closed the space between the two of you, Megumi swore his heart was trying to dig out of his ribs, pounding and beating inside of him.

You tasted even better than he had thought, the tingles in his spine spreading throughout his whole body until everything on his mind was you and your sweetness, tongue exploring your wet cavern and pulling every moan left in the back of your throat.

Fingers playing at the hemline of your skirt, he finally gathered enough courage to let them slither down to your inner thigh, plump and smooth beneath his fingertips as he drew circles on your skin.

Megumi jolted up when you let out a quiet squeal at the touch of your clit through your damp panties and the sudden suck of your mounds. Impatient as ever, Itadori playfully smirked at him when the ebony–haired glanced down over to your chest.

Bitterness and irksomeness loaded inside of him just at the sight of Itadori touching your body but he knew he didn’t have any right to kick him out of the room considering the fact that he was the one who gave the idea of such twisted pleasure.

Pushing your panties to the side, Megumi let a finger dip into your pussy, wet and dripping with arousal as you whined for more—greedy to feel his fingers reaching deep in your cunt.

Both of their cocks twitched when the squelching of your pussy filled the room as you clenched onto Megumi’s long fingers each time he rubbed deep inside your folds, his mouth now latching onto your clit; sucking and circling the hardened bud while Itadori eats up the messy moans out of your lips.

“Mm—I think 'm gonna cum!” you gasped against Itadori’s lips, clamping Megumi’s head between your thighs while he continued sucking on your clit, pumping his length in and out of you as your hands tried to push his head away and your hips buckled away from him. “N–No, no, no more!”

“Shh, it's okay. Just be good,” Itadori cooed at you, locking both of your hands together with the handcuffs in his pocket before caressing the side of your face with his palm.

“Please—'m gonna cum again!” beads of tears drew from the edges of your eyes while you pled and whined. They were lucky the music outside was loud enough to drown out your cries or else someone might’ve come in to catch a glimpse at you.

Your body jerked up when the second gale of pleasure burst through your tummy, your essence gushing all over Megumi’s chin which finally made him release your clit with a surprise.

“Fuck, man. You made her squirt?” Itadori laughed, watching the way Megumi’s face grew into a shade of red as his chin glistened under the light, your wetness dripping off of his chin before he rubbed them off with the sleeves of his sweater.

“No shit, you got protection?”

“There’s only one in my wallet,” silence ensued after Itadori’s reply. “I think.”

Itadori wasted no time scrambling to take out his wallet, searching through it to find one inside—and another at the back pocket of it, relieving the both of them from the scare before the pink–haired handed one to Megumi.

“Double?” a question from one and a nod from the other.

Your breathing evened when the two of them left your body alone to speak whatever you couldn’t register and all of a sudden, you were pulled up to a sitting position by your arm before Megumi’s lips crashed against yours.

You could feel yourself still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm, pussy warm and dripping wet when Itadori’s fingers played with your clit from behind, “No more…please.”

”But we haven’t had our fun yet,” his fingers now trailed up to your hips as he busied his lips with peppering kisses on your nape and back.

“I’ll go easy,” a sharp gasp jumped out of your throat just as Megumi finished his sentence, cock slipping into your warm cunt as he held back a groan.

His years of wet dreams about the look on your face when he first enter your pussy and the late–night thoughts of how you’d beg for his cock while he fucked his fist came down now—your glistening eyes widened and plump lips trembling in the slightest.

“Fuck—so pretty…so tight,” Megumi’s voice shook a little as he buried himself inside of you, inhaling the smell of your hair as his hips paused into a stop for you to get used to his size. All the girls he had fucked never felt better than you, his pretty best friend with her pretty little cunt, and it took everything in him to stop himself from coming right there.

Another cry left your lips when Itadori lifted your leg up and entered his cock into your cunt, your forehead threw forward to rest on Megumi’s collarbone as you sob about how full you were.

“Too much! Too full!” your cries were only met with a peck of Megumi’s lips, kissing away a trail of a tear off of your cheek before slowly moving his hips.

“You can take this, right?” his voice soothed the panic inside of you as his hand stroked your head, his dark irises showing the gentle reflection of yourself, and without even thinking, you nodded at him.

Itadori’s pace was faster than Megumi’s, unsteady, or that he tried to hold himself back but failed. The tightness and friction in your pussy were overwhelming for him—it felt too good to keep himself back, and eventually, he greedily pistoled into you with each push harder and faster.

“Oi, Itadori w–wait!” his friend called his name out, trying to stop him but it was no use and both you and him are turning into a moaning mess, your eyes shedding tear after tear while Itadori’s hands gripped onto your hips as he fucked your cunt. The sight was fucking hot, hotter than he’d imagined and Megumi figured you’re going to be fine if he starts moving faster anyway.

So with his lips reassuring you that you’d be fine, he sped up his pace and watched the way your face turned into a pretty sob, attempting to squirm out between the two of them but it was simply all useless and you were at the mercy of them.

The slight ache of their cocks abusing your hole only added to the pleasure, making your cunt clench around the both of them and earning swears and grunts.

“C–Cumin’! M’cumming—!” your muscles tensed up tight as you cried and you don’t even know whose cock is whose anymore, your head only filled with the thoughts of how good it felt.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for us, princess,” Itadori bit his teeth into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers played with your sensitive nipples, his words turning into a trigger as you came—twitching dumbly between them.

“Shit—ngh, such a good girl,” Megumi could already feel himself close and he was sure he was going to cum when your pussy squeezed their cocks, your body already limp in his arms, succumbing to pure euphoria and seeing whites.

“Gonna cum too, haah,” Itadori snaked his arms around your waist, tightening them as he rutted into your cunt, the friction making Megumi’s cock pulsing and throbbing.

“S–Stop going so rough—” the dark–haired was cut off by the sudden loud squeal of yours, your pussy squirting out your essence onto their thighs and catching them by surprise before Itadori finally came, hard as his arms tightened around you even more.

“Fuck, did she just squirt again?” Itadori panted, reaching his hand over to grab your face before turning it to look at you. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your orbs hazy–looking and drool was seeping out from your lips; and without a doubt, they knew they’ve fucked you dumb.

The pink–haired put a thumb into your mouth and almost instinctively, you began twirling your tongue around the digit, sucking on it as you lightly moaned on his finger while Megumi bounced you on his cock. The sight only brought him to his orgasm, his seed shooting spurt after spurt in your warm cunt and he swore he never had a better orgasm.

Otherwise to the muffled music from out the door, the three of your panting filled the warm room, your bodies sticky and the bed damp from sweat and cum.

This is bliss, Megumi thought. His pretty best friend on his chest with her pretty little cunt twitching from his cock before Itadori poked his head over yours, another familiar glint flashing across his eyes.

“We can totally pull–out, right?”

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porflenet · 8 months

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NSFW HC's | König

tags: nsfw MDNI, mean!König, dom!König, degradation+praise, hunter/prey (just mention), little bunny/slut/whore/bitch used as a gn!term, gn!reader, rough sex, jealous/obsessive!König, master used for König, edging to König, overstimulation to reader.

word count: 1993

commentary: This man awakes things in me, this gif of him awakes things in me. Just take this König brainrot, tried my best to make it completly gn, if you see something that was gendered please do tell me so. English is not my first language, enjoy!

König takes a long time to cum, when he was younger he got pretty frustrated while trying to pleasure himself, always edging himself without wanting it, not being able to finish because he was taking way longer than he wanted to.

Getting older he learned how to pleasure himself, but unconsciously developed a liking for edging, which makes him get pretty rough when he is about to finally have an orgasm.

He has anxiety and it shows in how he loves control. Everything needs to be the way he wants to, or he will be mad. Of course he doesn’t have the harshness of a Colonel in bed, but definitely the authority.

He is mean, but normally he is a good mix of degradation and praise. Even more when he is back from a mission that went south, or he had a stressful day in base, degrading you until you’re crying and cumming all over his cock, making sure you’re overstimulated until the words coming out of you sound more like a false language, tears falling from your eyes while you desperately tries to get away from his hold, his cock deep inside you while his hold in your hips start to mark your skin with a mix of red and purple.

He subconsciously lets everything go when he is with you, hand on your neck while the other holds you in place against him, forcing you to hump over his clothed bulge. The way you whine quietly and hold on to him with all your strength while you make a mess on his cargo pants. He loves watching you lose yourself while trying so hard to not make a sound.

That’s why he is addicted to fucking you where there is a high chance of you two getting caught. At first his anxiety would win over his wants, even if you looked so tempting getting down on the ground of the armory to take some bullets that fell down, or how your ass was in the perfect position to just take you right there while you were leaving your report on his office.

But once he gets over his initial paranoia, you better run if you’re not that comfortable with quickies all over the base. He is a Colonel after all, and what if he abuses his power to have his way with you whenever he wants?

He adores to see you fighting for your life to not make a sound or to stay as still you can when someone enter the room you two are fucking behind some boxes, while he keep thrusting into you making your legs lose it’s strength, forcing him to hold you up and go deeper into you. The way you let go a shake breath, almost groaning, when whoever that was around finally leaves the place, only for him to go harder, his cum shooting inside you while he covers your mouth to muffle the moan you make while milking his cock with your orgasm.

You’re his nasty little bunny (he will call you his little bunny independent of gender/stature), his favorite pet name for you since I think he is a big fan of hunter/prey, and he would make sure to treat you as such, even more when it’s punishment time.

Like I said before, he is mean on default, but if he is angry at you, this man shows you his colors. Maybe you smiled too much at a rookie, or you laughed too loud to a joke that he didn’t tell, hell, when he is in one of his moods, just not looking at him enough is a reason for you to be bent over, ass up and taking everything he does because you’re just a whore who doesn’t know your place.

He is pretty possessive and jealous, he doesn’t share what is his, and he will protect you no matter what he needs to do, and when I say that I mean it for real. What are some more war crimes if it means you’re safe and in his arms?

He doesn’t really like to use his mask while with you, not because he associates it with his job or anything, mostly because it’s quite annoying needing to move it out of his mouth when he wants to kiss or eat you out. But when he wants to punish you he puts it on, because he knows how you get when he is in his full gear, and he wants to make sure you completely lose it for him only.

Little to no prep in moments like this, he knows you can take it, maybe it will hurt but you had worse don’t you? After all you’re just a slut pet who forgot who your owner is, he needed to make you remember, right? You may complain from the pain at the beginning, but you will be moaning his name in no time.

Bites you all over, making sure the mark of his teeth is well seen all over your neck and shoulders. Bites the inside of your things while shoving three finger inside you in one go, you groan in pain but fuck, you loved when he is like this.

He almost cum in his underwear hearing you beg for him to use his mouth, cock, anything that is better than his fingers, not like it wasn’t amazing to have them inside of you like this, but you needed more.

He makes you beg and apologize multiple times, it’s your fault that he needs to do this, or else you will lose your focus on him, how could you smile like that at that weak rookie? You know that you’re only allowed to be this tempting only for him, don’t you know how many of the others in the base wished they were the one to fuck your brain numb like this? You better be sorry for being such a whore with everybody.

Tears fall from your eyes out of frustration and overstimulation, desperate for him to just forgive you, you’re such a good toy for him, you just want to be used by him, only him, you’re his good little bitch.

“Please, Kö! Fuck me already! I need you inside me so much, I need to feel your big cock in me, please!” You say weakly while you grab the arm he is using to fuck you numb, looking pitifully at him while you feel another orgasm approaching.

“Kö?” His voice was deep and husky with need, pushing his three fingers deep inside you again while watching you roll your eyes while arching your back. Getting closer to you to whisper in your ear “You know what I like to be called, little bunny.”

You try your best to control your orgasm and let the words out, only to almost scream the words while the orgasm leaves you seeing white dots and your body arching uncontrollable “M-Master! I’m your bitch, your good pet, your- Hnng!” He hits that special place inside you making you almost choke in your words. “Per- Perfect toy! Fuck! Just shove your cock in me Master, fuck, please, please!”

The way this man fucks you after you use the magic word is insane, he wanted to watch you break a little longer, but his dick was painfully hard, and hear you beg like this, how could he deny what his perfect toy want so much?

König grabs your hair with his free hand while taking out his fingers from inside you, a sound of complain escaping your lips while you are pulled by your hair to kneel down on the ground, while he struggles to quickly open his belt with one hand while he hungrily licked his finger under his hood, making sure to make it as loud as possible alongside with his moans so to watch you shake in pleasure under him.

Shoving down his pants and underwear to free his cock, rubbing it around your face, making his precum join all the mess of fluid over your face.

He pushes the tip against your lips and you gladly comply, opening your mouth the most you can so he can shove his dick inside, hitting the back of your throat in one thrust making you gag involuntarily. The groan that left his lips was brutal, making your whole body shake in pleasure and roll your eyes back while the fucked your mouth, holding you by your hair, forcing you to stay in place.

Being only able to see his eyes behind the mask while he looked down on you, you knew the bastard was smirking watching you cum hard while you got throat fucked. Your throat was amazing, but König was too lost in your punishment to be able to cum just with that, he needed to cum deep in your hole so you would be forever marked by him.

When König finally lets go of you, and you finally manage to swallow your saliva mixed with his precum, the relief of finally having air back into your lungs makes you almost fall to the ground, but you two weren’t done yet, you still had a lesson to learn.

Your Master grabs you by the hair again, pulling you up to guide you back to the bed. Pressing your head against the bed, while his other hand grabbed your hips and forced you to keep your ass up for him.

He shoves his dick inside in one trust, fucking you fast and hard, chasing his own high feeling your hole tight around his dick just the way he liked it, when you were so out of it from the pleasure that your body reacting on its own, moving so that your hips clashed against his, wanting more and more of the intoxicating feeling the man always manage to bring to you.

You were making a mess of saliva, tears and cum on the sheets under you, trying to hold onto anything around you like your life depended on it, the groans and moans escaping you hurting your throat that you knew you wouldn’t be able to even talk tomorrow, or walk if you were being honest.

His breath was out of control, it had been a while that he had lost the rhythm of his hips, he was so fucking close, he needed to fill your hole with his cum so fucking bad, but the knot in his belly completly refused to let go. In frustration he pulls his mask out, feeling the need of extra air in his lungs.

König pulls your hair maybe way too hard, forcing you to get up and crash your back against his chest, his other arm holding you against him by hugging you tightly by your hip, letting go of your hair to close his hand around your neck.

Your moans and frantic breath close to his ear, feeling your crazed heartbeat against his chest and hand, the sounds your hole made each time he thrusted inside you, God he was so fucking close.

He bites your shoulder hard, making you moan loudly before he finally cum inside you, you swear something on your brain broke, you didn’t cum again, mostly because you were too far gone at this point. Incapable of feeling anything besides the pleasure he gives you, your whole body feels so heavy, your mind in a fog that doesn't dissipate even if you had the strength to try.

König stays still, making sure all of his cum gets inside of you before he tries his best to gently let both of you collapse on the bed, turning around so you would be on top of him, still deep inside you to make sure you get properly marked.

Taking his time so both of you catch a bit of your senses back before he whispers in your ear. You’re only mine, little bunny.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #kortac x reader #cod x reader #wanted to take it out of my head #it made it worse

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thelovinghost · 4 months

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Could I plz request a grumpy/sunshine dynamic (reader being the grumpy) for Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru?? Tysm!

Hell yeah

If you like my work, you can support me here or here [Anything is appreciated]

Tamaki Suoh

Your personality does not deter him

In fact, he'll try even harder to be friends with you

He wants you to like him and he'll do anything for you to like him

There is a part of him that doesn't even realize you don't like him, but there will be moments where he'll be like 'What if they don't like me?'

You do eventually tolerate him because-

1. He won't stop trying to be friends with you

2. He has more influence, power, and money and you really can't afford to have him as an enemy

And lastly 3. He's not all that bad to be around

He always does everything in his power to see you smile and/or happy

It makes him giddy and proud that he made you feel that way

He invites you to the Host Club and gets so sad when you don't show up

Although, when you do show up, he ends up neglecting his other guests, so Kyoya limits your time w/ Tamaki [Kyoya would like to eradicate your time, but Tamaki won't have it]

Tamaki loves giving you gifts, because no matter how much you try and hide it, you always give him a smile, even if it's small

He'll come over to your house, UNANNOUNCED, and it always irates you to no end. He just hates being away from you and wants to be near you

He kind of likes that you're mean, because he doesn't have any competition

Hikaru Hitachiin

Hikaru? Sunshine? Maybe in another universe

You're both grumpy and it takes time for you to become friends

You actually start off as enemies

You two have more in common than you'd like to admit

Kaoru is tired of hearing about you and finally invites you over so you can both talk, because he's sick of you

^So many death stares

When you two do become friends, thanks to Kaoru, everyone should be scared

You're like the little red devil on someone's shoulder and he's the worse version

You two are not a duo to be messed with

You gang up on people, by tag teaming them [Usually Tamaki is the victim of your tagteams]

[Tag team= Ganging up on someone in an arguement.]

Hikaru realize he actually really likes you, because you're actually kind of funny

He denies his feelings tho

He actually tries pushing you away in fear of these feelings. He doesn't want you to hurt him, so he ends up hurting you

This really pisses you off and you try confronting him

But he just avoids you

Kaoru tries asking him about it, but Hikaru either avoids the question or shrugs him off

Kaoru will soon pick up on Hikaru's feelings though, because that's his twin

He [Kaoru] confronts his brother and Hikaru tries to deny it, but he's cornered and he finally yells at Kaoru saying-

"Fine! I like them! Are you happy?"

Yes, Kaoru is happy and he pushes Hikaru to confess to you

It takes a while, but Hikaru eventually does do it, while Kaoru spies hoping for the best for his brother

Kaoru Hitachiin

He thought you were pretty and wanted to talk to you

Your grumpyness doesn't bother him, because his twin brother is grumpy too, so he's used to it

He'll listen to you rant and complain and try and give you advice

He keeps you away from his brother in fear of either you liking Hikaru, not being able to tell the difference between them, or you two ganging up on him when realizing you two are both mean ppl

Kaoru seeks you out and gives you little gifts to make you happy

^ Lots of clothes and fashion [Stuff that remind him of you]

Whenever you are sitting together, you both are usually a few feet apart, but slowly he scoots closer and closer to you

He's so in love that anyone can see it

Hikaru doesn't like you when he does finally meet you, because you're taking his brother from him

Kaoru acts as the buffer between you both

If you have a bad day, he's always there for you and is willing to try and boost your mood

#ohshc #ohshc x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh #tamaki suoh x reader #hikaru x reader #hitachiin twins #hikaru hitachiin x reader #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru x reader #kaoru hitachiin #ouran high school host club x reader #ouran high school host club

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damn-stark · 8 months

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Chapter 8 The worlds a little blurry

Chapter 8 of Sugar

A/N- I’m not saying to keep the training scene with Satoru in mind, but do it because it will come into play later?

Warning- Swearing, fluff, ANGST!!!, VIOLENCE, Blood and gore, death, spoilers, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Half of 2x05

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A YEAR LATER. 2007*

“Here we go!” Shoko exclaims before she and Suguru hurl school supplies at your brother. And of course, only the eraser hits his forehead, whilst the pencil Suguru threw stops because of Satoru’s infinity.

Which is ridiculous by the way, he’s much harder to torment with his infinity on all the time nowadays.

“Yeah, it’s working,” Satoru says as he grabs the floating pencil.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans. “What the heck was that?”

“Automatic selection of targets for your Jujutsu technique?” Suguru questions from behind you.

Satoru nods. “Yup. Though, to be precise I’m the target for the technique,” he explains, making you sigh out of boredom and lean back against Suguru’s legs.

Why does your brother want you here again? To watch him show off? It’s really annoying when he doesn’t explain things right off the bat.

“I’ve automated what I used to do manually,” he continues to say. “Now it can discern an object's danger level based on the strength of its cursed energy, its mass, its velocity, and its shape. I’d like to get it to discern poisons, too, but that’s still proving to be difficult. This will allow me to keep my Limitless technique active almost perpetually with minimal resources.”

“Having it perpetually active will fry your brain,” Shoko points out exactly what you worried about when he told you a couple days back.

“But I can also keep running the reverse cursed technique with the energy I generate on my own,” Satoru explains to her exactly what he told you. “So I’m constantly giving it a fresh brain to work with. I’d already been working on shortening my hand seals. That’s nailed now, too. So I can also activate multiple instances of Blue and Red simultaneously. The only remaining hurdles are Domain Expansion and teleportation over long distances. I should be able to get that down if we set up some courses without any obstacles in Jujutsu High. Shoko,” he calls out and leans forward. “Could you lend me some lab rats?”

“Uh…” she questions. “Well, you have y/n here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and throw your hands up slightly to retort. “Hey!”

Shoko snickers and you roll your eyes before you then shoot your brother a smirk. “What about my cursed technique? Will you learn to protect yourself against me?” You tease him. “With the right amount of power I could definitely break through your infinity.”

Satoru turns his head towards you and tilts his head down before he scoffs. “As if,” he counters smugly. “You’d never be able to hurt me.”

You don’t let that tear you down, you actually grow smug too. “I don’t know man, the air definitely can. I am getting stronger.”

So much so that just last week you got assigned to a mission with your brother, and Yaga says you’ll get assigned to more together because he says your techniques work well together. Which must mean something because the only way your brother and you get assigned to missions together is for the rare group missions you get assigned to.

You still are getting assigned with Nanami and Haibara because you are in the same class, and your teamwork is absurdly well. But it does seem like you’re finally growing strength wise.

It makes you wonder what your parents think about it?

“Well we’ll see won’t we?” Satoru counters your comment. “That’s actually why I asked you to be here,” he finally reveals. “I need you to hit me with your cursed technique.”

You pull your shades down and grin at him. “Oh? You should’ve said that from the beginning!” You exclaim and push yourself away from Suguru to summon air to your hand as you raise it to get ready to lash at him.

However, he throws the eraser at you as he interjects. “Not yet, idiot.”

You pout with disappointment and watch the eraser fall at your feet.

“Suguru,” Satoru calls out next. “Have you lost weight? You okay?”

Your smile fades at the sound of his comment, and when you peer back at your boyfriend you frown with pity. He looks exhausted—well you’ve noticed that he’s looked exhausted for a while now. Just like you’ve noticed that he’s lost weight too.

You like to think it’s just overwork, getting assigned to missions alone must be exhausting, but the truth is you’ve noticed that something has been wrong with Suguru a couple of months after Toji Fushiguro killed Riko; after you entered that damn non-sorcerer cult who cheered over the death of an innocent girl. At first it was subtle signs like sleepless nights, things that you told yourself not to worry about, stuff he told you not to worry about. But he then began to grow distant with your friends, with you. He often lacked motivation, he didn’t show affection, and if he did it almost felt forced, like it cost him a lot of energy.

Suguru also smiled a lot less, and his eyes…his dark eyes have begun to look dull. You try and try to make him feel better, you try to help him in any way you can without pressuring him, but he keeps pushing you away. He’s like a…fading light at the end of a tunnel, no matter how much you want it to reach it, the light grows smaller and smaller.

It hurts, it really does, but he’s not accepting help, so you’re respecting his choice and just trying your best to be there for him in the best way you can. You love him after all. You don’t want to give up on him.

“It’s just heat fatigue,” Suguru assures Satoru. “I’ll be fine.”

“Did you eat too much somen?” Satoru asks cluelessly. Which leads you to wonder if he’s finally noticed Suguru’s distance too. You have brought up your concern for Suguru, but Satoru brushed you off saying Suguru was just exhausted. You’ve never tried since. Especially because as of late Satoru is often busy. Being the strongest comes with a lot of responsibility after all.

You just hope Suguru will feel better soon, that he’ll let you help him at the very least.

“Anyway, y/n, hit me.” Satoru calls for your attention, but you let your eyes linger on Suguru.

He seems to notice and meets your gaze, so you offer him a soft smile. Suguru blinks in surprise before he gives you a faint half smile before he looks away again and loses his gaze on Satoru.

It makes you want to embrace him, give him a small peck, or pull him aside, but your brother steals your attention again. “Hit me with something small, something normal.”

You swallow back before you sigh and return your attention to your brother. “Define normal?” You pick on his comment since it makes no sense.

“Just hit me with your air whiplash,” he explains in annoyance. “Something not too strong, just something you use on, uh, low curses.”

You blow out air and effortlessly summon air to form on your palm, causing the dirt and dust on the ground to pick up softly.

“Okay,” you warn your brother. “Here it goes.” You then proceed to fling your wrist. And just as the orb leaves your hand you manage to maneuver it into a curved line that you lash out at him instead.

But of course the air doesn’t even touch him, it breaks apart around him and flutters away.

“See you can’t touch me,” Satoru rebuttals with a cocky smirk.

You scoff with discontent and stand up. “Okay, all powerful sorcerer, let me hit you with all I got,” you challenge him as you begin to summon more air to your palm.

Satoru snickers and lifts his chin. “Hit me with all you got sis.”

You shoot him a grin and make the still air turn to strong gusts of wind that make Shoko shield her head from the dirt you pick up. You then shift a foot back and draw in a deep breath as the orb in your hand grows.

Satoru places a hand on his hip and looks at you with nonchalance which gets you fired up.

“We are in a courtyard you two,” Shoko points out loudly so she can be heard over the howling wind. “Whatever you break you have to replace—then again it’s not like it’ll make a dent in your money.”

“Ready?” You ask Satoru.

Your brother nods, but just before you can hit him you get a message so you check that first and actually lose all concentration as you see that it's an old non-sorcerer friend.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. “Satoru guess who just texted me?!” You run over to him and show him the name on the phone. “It’s Suki!” You face your friends and grin. “Suki is Satoru’s ex-girlfriend from our junior high days.”

“Oh right!” Your brother exclaims. “She was your best friend, I completely blanked.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “Yeah, my best friend, I told you not to date.”

Shoko slouches as she snickers. “Please tell me you got him back for that.”

You flash her a grin and skip back to her. “Oh totally, I dated this rival he had, he was—”

“An asshole,” Satoru finishes for you, which you agree to.

“But,” you add. “He did have long dark red hair he’d dye all the time,” you say thoughtfully whilst you put your phone away.

“Long hair?” Shoko questions. “Oh so it’s like that?”

You blink in confusion and query. “What?”

Shoko glances back at Suguru and snickers. “Oh nothing. Just an observation.”

You look at Suguru, and he meets your gaze to share the same confusion. Albeit his confusion isn’t so prominent on his face.

“I don’t understand,” you mutter and glance back at Shoko. “Elaborate.”

“Well isn’t it obvious you have a thing for guys with…” before you can finish hearing what she had to say her voice trails off as you get startled by an arm thrown around your throat.

There’s only one person not accounted for in front of you; your fucking brother. So it isn’t hard to guess who it was.

“Get the fuck off me you psycho!” You grimace as you grip his arm to try and pull it off.

Your brother chuckles. “You said you wanted to train more. I have time, we’re training.”

You try to kick back, but he easily evades your kicks.

“Satoru,” Suguru finally breaks his silence.

Said man groans. “Don’t worry, Suguru, I'm just helping her because an enemy will never announce when they’re moving against you now will they—“ he comes to a sudden halt as you bite down on his arm after you realize his infinity is off.

It’s the only way his arm would actually touch you.

“What the hell?!” Satoru exclaims and lets go of you to walk back in disbelief. “Did you bite me?”

You do what he wanted this time and summon fast and strong gusts of air to your hand quicker than before. You then spin around without warning and lash it out at him.

You can’t tell if it hit him at all because you proceed to charge at him.

Just before you can reach him though you jump up high above the buildings that surround you. Satoru doesn’t hesitate to smirk before he steps back and jumps up too to try and meet you halfway in mid-air. However, before he can reach you, you counter him by spinning around in the air as you summon wind to your foot to lash out a sharp and strong curved line of air from your foot.

And it seems that some gusts of wind seem to travel through the infinity because he falters in the air.

Nevertheless, it’s not enough to knock him back to the ground or catch him completely off guard because just as you’re turning your body to face him again in the air, your brother grabs ahold of your ankle and quickly flips you around to throw you back to the ground.

And since he is a lot stronger and faster you fail at landing on your feet and land on your back.

The impact hurts, but you muster a playful smile before he lands over you and immediately grabs you by the collar of your jumpsuit to lift your head off the ground.

“Satoru,” Shoko calls out with worry while he raises his fist over you.

Neither of you try to assure her, you look into each other's eyes with no ill feeling, just playful undertones as you wait for him to land a finishing hit.

He doesn’t however, he hesitates, so you take advantage of this moment and gather air to your hand before you slam your hand on his throat, causing him to be thrown back whilst the air in his lungs is knocked out.

“Fuck,” you chuckle and push yourself up, seeing that your brother only landed a foot away from you since your techqinue isn’t strong, and well, he is strong.

“That was a rush. You like that move though?” You ask as you walk over to him. “I call it a knockout. As long as I can touch your throat I can use my cursed technique to throw you back and manipulate the air in your body to knock it out of your lungs.” You chuckle. “Of course, it only works if that person or thing has cursed energy. Otherwise, pft.” You stop and see your brother catching his breath.

“You hesitated,” you point out smugly before you offer him your hand.

Satoru sighs with defeat, but he doesn’t hesitate to slap his hand on yours to let you help him up.

Once he’s on his feet his frown breaks into a proud grin. “Are you okay?” He asks as he slaps his hands on your shoulders.

You nod. “Nothing RCT won’t fix,” you assure him, and instinctively put your hand back so he can give you a high-five.

“Nice work,” he compliments you. “Of course sloppy but good thinking. Plus some of that air did touch me.”

“Well,” you point out as you begin to walk back to your friends now standing on the stone steps. “Air travels fast. So I'm not surprised some gusts of air did touch you. I mean I know it’s not much, but it is some.”

“Keep working on that,” he adds. “And you’ll actually be able to knock me down.”

You smile and turn around to walk back and face him. “Don’t make yourself an easy target though,” you tell him. “It doesn’t matter if I’m your sister.”

Satoru laughs softly. “Trust me I won’t,” he rebuttals.

You reach the step below Suguru and spin around on your heels to face him. However, you notice that he’s on his phone so you wait to speak to him.

“I’ll just say this,” Shoko interjects. “I'm sure a lot of people would pay a lot of money to watch you two fight.”

You lean towards Suguru to press your cheek against his shoulder as you respond to Shoko. “If I were to win, would you quit smoking?” You tease her.

Shoko narrows her gaze on you for a moment while she thinks.

“If you lose, would you smoke?” She rebuttals.

You laugh. “You sound like an addict. Answer me first.” Because jokes on her, you've already smoked with Suguru. You didn’t like the smell it left on your fingers, but you didn’t feel as disgusted that time.

“Fine,” Shoko says with a sigh. “If you were to win I would quit smoking.”

You smile at her brightly. “Ah, good then I’ll make sure to win,” you assure her. Which probably is no comfort at all to her, but you still do so confidently.

“I’d like to see that,” Satoru taunts.

“You will,” you remark. “I’ll beat you. One day.”

Satoru laughs softly and nods. “All right I like the sound of that.”

You smile softly and then back up to look at Suguru.

He has his phone down now and looks at you this time around. Albeit there's something off about the way he looks at you right now that makes your heart jump with gut-wrenching worry.

“I have to leave for my mission now,” he announces to you and the others.

You sigh sadly. “It’s already time?” You complain.

Suguru hums in agreement softly and focuses solely on you now. “Can we talk before I leave?”

Your smile falters as you detect how much colder his voice is. “Yeah, sure,” you answer hesitantly.

Suguru nods softly before he takes your hand and begins pulling you away gently.

“Be careful, Suguru!” Saturo yells out. “Text me!”

Suguru throws back a wave to his friend and doesn’t bother to look back. He doesn't bother to make conversation with you either, and since you feel worry grow within you, you stay quiet too.

It’s only once you're in the tunnel exit that he finally stops walking and faces you with that same gloomy look. Albeit now he can’t even meet you in the eyes.

“Is everything okay?” You ask softly as you grab ahold of his bicep.

Suguru nods stiffly. “Yeah,” he mutters.

You don’t believe him, but you know you won’t get anything else, so you move on. “How long is your mission? You didn’t tell me. Maybe we can do something when you come back home?” You ask.

Suguru swallows thickly and shakes his head. “Y/N...I don’t think this going to work.”

You scoff softly. “I can go to your room, that’s fine. I can even have some food waiting for you. Hm?”

“No,” he counters softly and slowly lifts his gaze to look at you with a long frown and a sorrowful look. “I mean, we have to break up.”

The smile on your smile immediately falls, and your heart sinks. You know you heard him right, there’s nothing going around you to make you mishear him, but you still don’t want to believe those tragic words that just came out of his mouth. “I,” you gasp and let go of his arm. “I don’t understand.”

Tears fill your eyes, and your mind itself begins to race, leaving no room for coherent thoughts.

“D-did I do something wrong?” You ask as you fight the need to cry. “I know things haven’t been the same but Suguru I can help you, just let me help you, please.”

Suguru let’s out a deep breath and looks at the ground to shake his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, y/n

I need you to understand that,” he says and meets your gaze. “You were good, I just…I can’t do this anymore. You deserve better than me.”

Better than him? What does that even mean? He is good, he’s the best, he’s your world.

“No,” you argue and step forward to pull his hand out of his pockets. “I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. Suguru…please talk to me, I’m right here, please.”

Suguru steps back and sighs. “I can’t,” he continues to say. “I can’t drag you along with me anymore. I’m letting you go, y/n. It’s for you own good.”

Tears slip out of your eyes and frustration begins to grow within you over his vague explanations. “You’re being selfish,” you remark. “What do you know about what I need? You keep pushing me away. Everytime…every single time I-I try to get close you push me away. So you can’t tell me what I need.”

Due to your upbringing, it’s hard for you to express yourself in any way, anger, happiness, sadness. Satoru has kind of changed that because he lets you talk to him, but even then when you get frustrated expressing yourself is hard and usually turns to tears. So to express this kind of anger without breaking into a sobbing mess is truly significant. It even surprises you, but anger is all you can feel at this very moment as you face the man you love, as you try to progress the words he’s using to break your heart, as you look into his dark eyes that hide sorrow behind that hard serious expression.

“What I need,” you mutter and step forward with more tears. “Is for you to give me a good reason. We said we’d be honest, please be honest with me.” You clutch your chest and look at him helplessly and hurt. “Please, Suguru.”

Said man holds your gaze for a second before he averts his eyes and nods stiffly. “I did tell you the truth. That was it. I can’t be with you, and you can’t be with me. Not as I am, so please just let it go. For your own sake, y/n.”

You feel physically ill, like you’re going to throw up, or have some kind of attack with the way your heart is racing.

“So that’s it then? That shitty ass excuse?” You cry softly and step back. “Look at me,” you whisper as if you’re out of breath.

Suguru blinks and does as you ask.

“Is that it?” You ask whilst you begin to hear tires approach at the end of the tunnel.

Suguru doesn’t say anything, but you leave him space to explain himself, to give you something better than what you got. You deserve something better, no? All the love you have, the memories you share, the moments you lived need to mean something, no?

You express that all with your watery gaze and with your lips parted ready to fight back. And you know he knows that.

But even still, he leaves you just like that.

“Okay. I…” you try to find something to say but all your anger disappears now just as fast as it came. “I,” that’s all you can muster in your disbelief and growing ache.

“Y/N,” Suguru whispers.

You sniffle and look to see the manager pull up to take Suguru away to his mission, so you step back with your lips parted and your hands trembling.

Suguru steps forward to try and what? Assure you after he broke your heart?

Fuck him.

You turn around and storm away without letting him say anything else, without saying anything else yourself.

You just can’t think anymore, it all hurts, this pain like no other completely overwhelms you to the point you can’t even shed another tear.

You know he’s struggling with something he doesn’t want to say, but you thought he’d be someone who didn’t give up regardless. You thought he’d be someone to give you something more than some shitty excuse, but he wasn’t, he isn’t.

He ended it just like that, everything, a years worth of a relationship is over because of something you don’t even know about. Some selfish reason.

It’s all over…

So what do you do now? You don’t know what to do. You can’t go back to where Satoru is, you’ll break and you don’t want to break and start drama. You can’t go on a mission today because you didn’t get assigned to one. You need to do something…

“Y/N!” You hear Shoko shout.

Shit, shit.

You stop just before you can reach the dorms and draw in a deep breath to try and hide your agony. You can’t cry, so it should be good. Right?

“Back already?” Your friend laughs as she catches up to you. “I’m surprised.”

You exhale and slap on a nonchalant look before you turn and face her with a tiny smile. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m back.”

Shoko stops before you and meets your gaze with a smirk. You smile at her but as you look into your friends eyes your smile begins to tremble and those tears that dried up due to your disbelief come rushing back.

Shoko notices right away and her face falls with concern. “Whoa, is everything okay?” She asks right away and reaches her hand over to grab your arm.

You part your lips and fight your tears as you nod. Shoko scoffs and holds your gaze to try and read what has you on the brink of tears after you saw someone who never fails to make you smile.

She struggles a bit but she then understands what happened without needing you to explain. You wouldn't be crying otherwise.

“Oh,” she breathes out and doesn’t fail to throw her arms around you, causing you to finally break and sob—“he’s an asshole. He is.”

You try to speak, but nothing comes out but a soft whimper as you hug her back tightly.

“Come on,” she whispers and pulls back with her hand sliding down to grab yours. “Let’s go inside. I have all your favorite things in there.”

You’ve had girl friends before, you have cousins, but never one as important as Shoko. Out of everyone, she’s the only one who's touched your heart, the only one you’ve grown to love.

“Here,” Shoko mumbles and sits you down on her bed. “I'll bring the fuzzy socks and the cigarettes? No,” she scoffs to herself. “Alcohol? Fuck…” she trails off and walks to her drawer full of snacks and other things you both may need when you sync up on your periods.

“Ah, never mind, I found just the thing.” She pulls out a pack of your favorite snacks and throws them on the bed along with other things she has stored inside.

“I will take a beer,” you mumble as you put the fuzzy socks on your feet. “And maybe…”

Shoko swipes baggy shirts off her rack and throws them on the bed, making you smile softly over the fact that she already knew. It makes you grateful for her.

“So,” you interject as you put the baggy shirt on. “Have you decided to go on another date with that guy from Kyoto?” You ask her.

Shoko walks over to leave the beers on the bed while she also begins to change. “Yeah,” she mutters. “I decided I’ll go for it, I mean why not? He was a lot of fun.”

You sniffle and lay back on the bed with a pack of snacks and a cold beer in hand. “That’s good…dates are a lot of fun…” you trail off and feel tears fill your eyes all over again.

Now you try to hold yourself back, try to think of something else, but you can’t help the emotions from coming out like word vomit. “Do you think he stopped loving me?”

Shoko hops around to face you whilst she puts shorts on, and proceeds to sigh deeply before she responds with a reassuring tone. “No, I don’t think so. I just think there’s more going on with Suguru. But I don’t think he stopped loving you.” She finishes changing into her comforting clothes and jumps on the bed beside you with her beer and savory snacks.

“Maybe you were right,” you bring up as you drag yourself to sit up and lean your back against the wall. “Dating people you see everyday was a terrible idea. I’m going to have to see him all the time now…it’s going to be so awkward.”

Shoko sighs again and opens your beer can for you since your manicured nails get in the way. “Well,” she says. “I don’t know, maybe I wasn’t right.”

You take the beer and look over at her. “You were,” you correct her.

Shoko grabs her own beer and then meets your gaze. “Well, it depends, doesn't it?” She asks as she opens her own beer.

You sniffle and look at her puzzled. However, you don’t get to ask before she explains herself. “I just mean, Suguru looks like he’s going through something, you can’t blame him for that because some people like that just think it’s for the best.”

You blink in confusion. “People like what?” You probe. “Depressed?” It’s not hard to guess or identify on Suguru, it’s the only explanation for his sudden change.

“Yeah.” Shoko nods and takes a long swig from her beer before she continues on. “And knowing him he thinks he’s dragging you along, that he’s not, I don’t know, enough? I mean you met him when he was confident about his strength, now so many things are changing, and he’s taking that hard and doubting himself.”

With the way she acts so nonchalant and carefree you forget she’s studying to be a doctor, so she always impresses you when she behaves all doctor-like.

“I don’t care if he’s the weakest,” you say shakily so you take a drink of your beer before going on. “He’s enough for me in any way. So I don’t get it…he really hurt me.”

Shoko takes a long drink before she leans back against the wall and wraps her arm around your shoulders to pull you against her. “I know,” she whispers. “I'm sorry.”

A soft sob escapes past your lips, making Shoko hold onto you tighter.

“Look, I’m going to say this completely unbiased,” she interjects as she rests her head on yours. “Fight for him. I know it sounds super cheesy, but do it. You guys make each other happy, and you know fighting for someone doesn’t always have to mean the guy, you can fight too.”

You nod. “I know,” you whisper. “But what if I try and he gives up completely?”

Shoko exhales deeply. “Then you let him go. But I think you should try, and maybe try and reach him too. He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Or me.” You sigh and pull back to take a sip of your beer. “I’m just…scared.”

Shoko nods. “I understand, but won’t trying at least satisfy you? If it doesn’t work at least you can say you tried—my parents,” she begins saying and averts her gaze. “They went through a rough patch when I was young, but they fought for each other and came back stronger. Now they’re all sappy and hardly ever apart.”

You laugh softly. “Are you comparing me to your parents?” You ask.

Shoko rolls her eyes. “I'm giving you an example,” she quips. “Fight, or don’t and you’ll find someone else with long hair.”

You tilt your head in confusion whilst you take a drink. “I don’t get it,” you mumble.

Shoko snickers. “You totally dig guys with long hair,” she points out.

Your ex had long hair, Suguru has long hair now and it was also longish before. And all your celebrity crushes—oh. You get it, maybe you do have a type.

“That’s so stupid,” you say breathlessly. “And who knew you’re such a sap, Shoko?” You giggle.

She shrugs nonchalantly and surprises you by downing the rest of her drink in one last go. When she’s done she throws her can to the ground and lays back on her bed.

“You tell anyone I’ll tear your closet,” she threatens, making you drink the rest of your drink so you can lay beside her.

“Besides,” she adds and slides her hand over to interlace her fingers with yours. “You're both my friends, and you’re my best friend. We live together, so I see more than you do, more than anyone, and I know that it’s worth fighting for. If it wasn’t, trust me I would tell you.”

Rather than smiling you frown as that fear that always accompanies you makes you think of the worst. “And if it doesn’t work?” You ask as if she actually knew that answer. After all it seems she had loving parents, it’s why she’s giving you this advice. But you? Your parents are the complete opposites from her parents, they never fought for each other, you never saw them being any kind of affectionate. So this doubt creeping inside you isn’t out of the blue, it's a real terrorizing fear you have experienced.

“If it doesn’t work?” Shoko responds and lifts her head to look at the same time you tilt your head down to look at her. “Then you let it go, plain and simple. I’m sure it’ll hurt, but you’ll get over it, plus I’ll be here, your brother is oddly good at comforting you. We’ll all be here.”

You let out a shaky breath and show her your thanks and appreciation by resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell her softly.

Shoko rests her head on yours and sighs softly. “I’m glad you’re here too.”

You rest your eyes and try to stop crying as you do feel some kind of reassurance, but those tears still come out since the wound didn’t actually heal. No matter what resolve you figured out, that doesn’t actually change what happened. Suguru and you still are broken up—

That’s so weird to think about. So weird to say in your mind. It’s…unbelievable, and painful.

But at least you have Shoko.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

So much for the hope of it all. So much for more than anything. So much for it all. You tried so hard to date around your brother, you didn’t fight much but you fought against his protests. And just as he was barely getting around to fully accepting it, Suguru ruins it.

Now, you’ll have to live on awkwardly because what’s the point in trying? He broke up with you, he left you, he hurt you. Why should you try to fix things? Why risk getting your heart torn and stomped on again?

“Right?” You ask yourself while you cover the fireball you make with rocks and dirt you summon off the ground with your cursed technique.

You do miss him, and yes, he was rather distant for the past couple of months, but you still had each other. He still made your day complete even if there were days where you’d only see each other for a few minutes. He still listened and helped you when Satoru was busy. Suguru…was always there, and now even if you live in the same place he’s never with you.

It’s so fucking lonely. It’s so weird. Plus at night it’s even worse, you didn’t sleep together a lot because you’d get in trouble, but you’d sleep with his shirts or his sweaters and you’d be content with his scent that clung onto it. Now it’s just a cruel reminder that he broke your heart.

So it begs the question, should you fight?

Part of you wants to more than anything, but the other part is filled with anger, and fear that he won’t want to fight with you, that he’ll reject you. And yes, you know that if you don’t ask him you’ll never know, but telling him you loved him took so much time because of your stupid fear—or anxiety as Shoko likes to call it (you don’t believe that.) So now telling him to fight for another chance with you will only take even more time to express.

Fuck. Fuck…

You sigh and drop your head, realizing you’re still holding the dirt covered fireball without concentrating it.

At least that’s a plus. But regardless, you’ll keep torturing yourself by overthinking rather than going for it…

As of now though, you let the dirt fall and collect the fire back through your dragon mark before you stand up and exhale deeply.

No more thinking of Suguru. No more thinking of the anger you feel over this breakup. No more thinking of the building up stress you feel over an upcoming mission that you’ll have to travel far for.

Just focus on calming your breaths, on your leg as you slide it forward while you move the other one back. You focus on one arm as you stretch it out to use your cursed technique, and summon some water over to you to cover your arm in its wet body. You use your other hand to tap into your fire and have that begin to twirl around your body, along with the water you move off your arm.

You proceed to take another deep breath and listen for the wind. When you hear it howl by your ear you smile as it seems that it’s calling out to you specifically. You then easily gather some of it and make it twirl around your body along with the fire and water.

Now all that's left is earth, but that’s harder, rougher, and heavier than rest to manipulate, so you save it for later. Instead, you shift to different forms with a peaceful mindset, ending up balancing on the ground with one hand.

Once you're confident with your form you then try to pick some dirt off the ground to have it dance with the rest of the elements around your body, but it’s fucking hard. You can mix your cursed energy well with the dirt and the rocks, so it begins to falter as you lift it off the ground. It makes you lose focus on your calm breaths. And the strain to keep it up makes you open your eyes and causes your body to begin losing balance.

“Hey! Don’t think too much about it!” Someone you don’t recognize yells out, causing you to lose concentration and collapse on the ground.

“Sorry!” They yell out.

That’s so embarrassing. Tsk.

You slowly push yourself to your feet and dust the dirt off you first before you look up and see an impressively tall blond woman with the kindest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N Gojo!” She exclaims with a smug smile when she reaches you by the pond.

Albeit you step back and look at her with confusion. “Uh, pleasure I'm sure, but who are you?” You quirk a brow and study her to check if it’s someone you’ve actually seen before. But no, she isn’t.

“Oh,” she breathes out with disappointment. “I’m Yuki Tsukumo.”

Your eyes widen with awe and a smile breaks on your face. You see her part her lips to add on but you cut her off excitedly, like a fan girl seeing their idol. “Oh my gosh, you’re her!”

Tsukumo’s lips pull to a wide smile and she grows smug again. “Oh, I like the sound of that,” she interjects.

You grin. “You’re the sorcerer who’s always out and defies the higher ups, it’s so cool to finally meet you. I’m a big fan.”

Tsukumo rests her hand on her hip and tilts her head down as she flashes you a sweet grin. “That’s so nice to hear. I didn’t know I was so well known amongst one of the Gojo’s. I’m flattered.”

You scoff. “You’re acting as if I’m royalty,” you quip.

“Well,” she sighs. “You kinda are.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Far from it.” You step forward and continue to look at her with awe. “I need to ask…how did you do it?”

Tsukumo straightens out and looks at you with a confused look. “Do what?” She probes.

Your smile falters and a sigh escapes your lips. “Get strong,” you clarify. “I mean how did you do it all by yourself? You don’t come from one of the big three. I mean I know you came to school, but your reputation? You’re overall poweress? You did that all by yourself, so how? I have the privilege to be born a Gojo, to have a strong brother teaching me, but no matter what I do I continue to struggle.”

Tsukumo's smile turns soft, and her gaze falls on the ground for a moment before she lifts her eyes to meet your gaze with a soft look. “Little by little,” she shares, “I didn’t get strong overnight, I learned and learned. I exhausted myself, but I pushed myself to learn. I for sure as hell didn't listen to any of the old geezers who kept trying to make me hold back.”

You smile softly at that comment.

“But,” she exhales slowly and smirks at you. “I didn’t listen to my head, I trusted myself. I didn't get strong for anyone. I get strong for me. That’s the trick.”

You admire her for a moment before you smile at the ground and nod in comprehension. “I understand, thank you,” you mumble.

“You can be strong and still be a woman, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” she adds. “A lot of people, those old geezers included, only look at you one way. Not both. Prove them wrong every step of the way.”

You chuckle softly. “Oh, trust me I know.” You meet her gaze and shoot her a smirk. “Fuck the higher ups.”

Tsukumo grins. “That’s what I’m talking about! I like you!” She throws her fist out, so you gently tap it with your fist and cause her to shoot you wink that gets you all flustered.

“Hey, we should hang out,” she adds. “We’re both special grade and women at that, we’re a rare pair. So we should get to be friends, don’t you think?”

This is like a dream. This is so cool!

But you need to play it cool. Play it cool.

“Yeah I think so,” you hide your excitement. “That would be cool.”

Tsukumo hums softly before she whips her phone out and offers it to you, making you do the same to trade contacts.

“Anyway,” you bring up as you type in your number. “What brings you around here? Are you picking up a mission?”

“No,” she says. “I came back from a trip so I wanted to meet you and the other special grades.”

You hum before you add in, “well Satoru is on a mission, but,” you pause and exhale slowly. “Geto is here. Somewhere.”

This is the longest you’ve gone without thinking about him. It sounds pathetic but its true. And weird.

“I can…find out where he is so you can meet him,” you suggest hesitantly whilst you return your phones to each other.

“Yeah, that would be great, thank you!”

You hum quietly and look at your phone to go and click on his contact.

It’s been a while since you texted him—will he even answer?

You to Suguru: Where are you?

Your heart begins to race as you grow nervous.

“So,” you interject while you wait. “If you don’t mind me asking, Tsukumo, where were you before returning home?”

“Yuki,” she cuts in bluntly. “You don’t have to be formal with me, call me Yuki.”

You smile softly and nod. “Yuki,” you correct yourself. “Where were you before?”

“I was in Singapore.”

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but grin. “Really?” You probe. “I love Singapore.”

Yuki shows off a grin and nods slowly. “It’s beautiful, and the nightlife is great!”

You part your lips to fangirl over her but a message comes in so you keep quiet and feel your heart jump. When you check you inhale deeply.

Suguru: Hall B, why?

You exhale and leave him on read to offer Yuki a feigned and nervous smile. “Geto answered, I can take you to him.”

Without hesitation or wasting more time you walk her to where Suguru is. You’d prefer not to see him at the moment, it just won’t make things any easier, but…you also miss him. So this is just a small excuse.

“Hey,” Yuki interjects. “About your previous question about strength, does your brother train you?”

You sigh and shrug. “He does but he’s busy a lot now so not as much anymore. I have other friends who help me though, and school of course. But that’s about it.”

She hums and stays quiet for a moment. Once you reach Hall B, she stops before you can walk inside, making you stop along with her.

“In here,” you point to the door.

“Look,” she changes the subject. “I don’t stay in one place long, I like to travel, and I know that it’s not ideal for a lot of people. But if it’s something you’re okay with, then you should consider letting me help you.”

You blink in disbelief and can’t think of what to say through that shock that begins to grow.

“It can be once you’re out of school, or if you decide that being here isn’t for you then you can come along and I’ll help you train,” she adds and doesn’t help ease you whatsoever. “Whatever you decide, I want to help you. We girls have to stick together, especially us because we’re a rare pair.” She smirks.

“Yeah, I agree,” you muse. “Just,” you pause and think about your brother and your friends, they’re all here. Whatever happens with Suguru won’t change the fact that you like living with your friends and your brother.

But you also want to get strong for yourself, for your dream of helping other sorcerers, for those friends you cherish so deeply. So that’s where you get stuck, you can go with her, let her train you, and get strong a lot quicker. Or you can stay here with everyone and gain your strength a lot slower. Hm.

“…just give me time to decide,” you tell her. “I’m honored by your offer though. I really appreciate it.”

Yuki grins. “Don’t sweat it, the offer will be open for you. Until then we can still get to know each other.”

You sigh with relief and nod softly. “Yeah I like the sound of that. Thank you again.”

With nothing else to add you continue to walk inside the building. And now your shock gets replaced with that nervousness all over again. You almost want to run away before you can lay your eyes on him, but that’d be immature. After all you do live with him which means you can’t hide from him forever. So now is better than later….

You repeat that to yourself as you approach the corridor. It’s all going to be fine, you assure yourself—no, you’re gonna be sick.

You lead the way past the vending machines and the first person you lay your eyes on is him. Your breath hitches as if this is the first time you’re seeing him. Your heart pounds faster as his dark eyes find your gaze. Your eyes widen slightly with awe as you see that his hair is down. And even through all the hurt he made you feel, relief is all you feel wash over you.

Does he feel it too? He sits up and you notice his Adam’s apple lift up before it slides down.

“Y/N!” Someone else exclaims.

You break from your stupor to notice that Haibara is next to Suguru. You didn't take note of that before.

“Hey Haibara!” You greet as if you hadn’t just seen the guy a couple hours ago.

“Is everything okay?” Suguru’s voice surprises you, causing you to look back at him with that surprise expressed on your face.

He’s acting as if nothing happened while you’re slowly dying inside, how is he so good at that?

Regardless, before you can answer, Yuki finally enters the corridor and steals the attention of both guys, letting you notice that Suguru’s eyebags have only deepened.

“Are you Geto?” Yuki interjects boldly. “What kind of woman is your type?”

What kind of question is that?

You can’t decide if it’s cool or weird upon a first interaction.

“Who are you?” Suguru avoids the question, leading you to wonder if he’ll actually answer it. He is single now so his answer may vary.

“I like girls who eat a lot!” Haibara exclaims, causing you to snap your eyes to him, and giggle.

“Oh?” Yuki probes, whilst Suguru scolds him softly.

“Haibara.”

“It’s okay,” said man brushes Suguru off. “She’s not a bad person. I’m a great judge of character!”

You smile wider at your friends comment.

“You say that while sitting next to me?” Suguru interjects, causing your smile to fall right away, and your concern to grow.

What does he mean by that?

“Yes!” Haibara agrees without hesitation.

Yuki laughs. “He was being sarcastic, you know,” she tells Haibara, but you know she’s wrong, you can see it in the way Suguru’s averting his gaze. So what does he mean? Why can’t he talk to you?

You want to know, you need to know. So that’s what you’ve decided, you’ll talk to him. You have to, if not for your relationship, then just for him. He looks like he’s in pain and you can’t just sit by and wait for him to come to you. You’ll just wait until after you come back from your mission.

You’d do it now, but Yuki did say she wanted to know him, so your talk will have to wait.

“Anway,” you interject and look at Yuki. “I’m off now, it was nice to finally meet you.”

Yuki pouts. “You’re leaving already? I thought we could hang out together a bit longer.”

You briefly glance at Suguru, and he looks at you, so you look away and then respond to her. “I’d love to but I am going on a mission far from here tomorrow, so I need to finish some work before I leave, or else my teacher will have my head.” You giggle. “But hey, when I come back and you’re still around we should go out to lunch or something, hm? I would love to know more about your trips.”

Yuki nods. “Absolutely! And think about my offer, I don’t give them to everyone.”

You flash her a smile and nod. “I will!” You look away from her and look at your friend. “Haibara you want to come help me with my work?”

Your friend pushes himself off his seat right away and nods. “Sure! But I won’t do it for you.”

You pout and watch him meet up with you. “That’s so mean,” you whine and throw your arm around him. “Not even a little?”

“Nope.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “Boo,” you whisper before you look over at Yuki and flash her an excited smile. “Bye Yuki!”

“Bye Y/N!” She gives you the same excited energy.

You lastly glance at Suguru and see that he was already looking at you, so you quickly avert your gaze and pull Haibara away with you.

“Excuse us!” Haibara exclaims as he pulls back to take one last glance at both Suguru and Yuki, making your hand slide off his shoulders.

Silence then follows and once your friend catches up to you down the hall, he immediately finds the chance to question your fading smile.

“Are you okay? You look upset—or actually you’ve looked upset for the past couple days, is everything okay?”

He knows you well, but you don’t want him or anyone else to know about Suguru and you breaking up yet. You do want to work things out so telling everyone, (escpaully Satoru) will create unnecessary tension you don’t need. So you’ll keep quiet for now and hide your anguish.

“I’m fine. Just…tired is all.”

Haibara opens the door for you, letting you walk out under the cloudy sky. “Are you okay?” You redirect while you spin on your heels to look at him.

Your friend nods. “Yep, just getting mentally prepared for tomorrow.”

You hum and sigh dramatically. “Yeah, that’s a real pain in the ass. But hey, after the mission, Nanami did promise that he’ll come with me to the shops, so I’m excited for that!”

“Really? Great, I'll come with!” He interjects.

You scoff softly, and happily hook your arm around his. “I didn’t expect it any other way,” you say with a growing smile.

——

*2 DAYS LATER*

Suguru: Be careful

Even if it’s just through text those words have been ringing inside your head since he sent it.

You hate it for one, he just sends you the message as if nothing, without even talking anything out first, it makes you mad. But two, you appreciate that he thought of you, it makes your heart flutter. Yet, third, you’ve been stuck between answering back or not. Should you be petty and not answer, or be nice and write back something super simple?

Something that can lead to ‘hey let’s talk when I get back.’—no. Not now. You should concentrate on the mission in hand. But…

No! No, you cant.

Actually he shouldn’t be sending you these messages. It’s so hard on your overthinking mind.

“Should we put a curtain?” You ask as you put your phone away.

“I doubt we’ll step outside,” Nanami says. “But let’s do it just in case.”

You both turn to look at Haibara, and he sighs before he steps forward and raises two fingers. “Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness,” he chants. “Purify that which is impure.”

Within seconds the cloudy sky is covered by a black growing veil that drops over the property you were sent to, adding ominsity to a rather easy mission; exorcizing a second-grade curse.

“If you want, y/n, you can go in alone, we'll wait for you here,” Nanami remarks as you walk past an arch.

You roll your eyes. “It doesn’t work like that Nanami. Special grade—”

“Means you have the power to take over countries,” he cuts you off. “That’s what you are, and it’s what you have the possibility of doing.”

You scoff. “Sure, it’s a possibility, but I can’t do that now, you know that,” you argue the same old fight. “I need to work to get myself strong. I…” you pause and hum in disappointment. “I’m not strong like that yet. I'm working to it.” You fist your hands eagerly and then look back at him with a smirk. “And when I am, don't start missing me, Nanamin.”

Said guy rolls his eyes, making you smile at him.

“Don’t worry y/n,” Haibara cuts in, drifting your eyes over to him. “Take your time, we like having you come with us. We’re a team after all! We work great together and Nanami knows it, he’s just giving you a hard time.”

You chuckle and walk back to fall beside Nanami and pat his shoulder. “Oh, I know. It’s all tough love.”

As you reach the entrance of the red-roof building you let Nanami go and frown. “Sense that?” You ask and come to a stop with them before you can climb up the red stairs.

“It’s not even trying to hide,” Haibara points out.

You crack your knuckles and let out a deep breath, while Nanami pulls his blade out, and Haibara rolls his shoulders back.

“It should be easy,” you try to assure them and yourself. “We go in as practiced.”

Nanami nods stiffly, and you let out one more deep breath before you take a step on a red stair and begin ascending them. When you’re on the porch, both guys hide behind the wall, while you open the door and slowly creep inside the softly lit parlor room.

Right away you notice the curse you’re after; it’s tall, built like a man with tightly toned muscles, but green and twisted. It notices you right away and turns around, showing off its one eye on its face, and the snake like tongue that it sticks out at you.

It’s gives you the creeps, but you ignore it and lift your chin to show it a smirk and show it that you’re not afraid.

You don’t think it actually senses that, nor do you think it has any emotions besides the instinct to cause terror, but almost as if you did hurt its ego, the curse wails out before it charges at you.

You don’t move though, you confidently stay where you are, and just before it can even reach you, Nanami and Haibara come out of hiding and run at it too. And since the curse is tall, you manipulate the air from outside to come to your hands, and then push it towards Nanami. And without the need to say a word, just like you have done dozens of times before, you use the air to give him a boast.

Nanami uses the boast to his advantage and flips in the air. The curse looks up and twists around to follow Nanami, it tries to reach out for him with its long arms, but Nanami swings his blade while in the air and manages to cut one of its arms off with a single swing. When he’s falling back down, he manages to kick the curse towards Haibara before he lands swiftly on the floor.

And since the curse is stronger it’s harder to take down, you need to use a lot more strength and power. So when Haibara punches its eye out with his cursed energy, the curse still stands up and comes stumbling towards you.

Now depending on the curse, you can land the finishing blow, but you see and sense this one is more durable. Thus you tap into your dragon mark wrapped around your arm and make flames bask your entire arm, causing your growing smirk to be brightened by your flame's hue.

The curse wails loudly at you, but you don’t flinch, instead you manipulate the air that lays outside on the courtyard behind the curse, and have it burst through the doors to shove the curse towards you. You then lunge forward as you pull back your fist covered in flames, and smash it through the curses gut so hard your fist burns through the other side.

Yet it still doesn’t get exorcized. The curse falls on its knees and bleeds out from its wound.

“You really are annoying,” you grumble before you raise your foot, and use the air to kick out a mighty blast that sends the curse flying out to the courtyard.

“Let’s end this,” you tell your friends coldy.

Haibara and Nanami both nod before the three of you walk out to the back porch. The curse finds strength to stand up so that motivates the three of you to continue on stronger.

So as Nanami runs to the curse head-on, Haibara jumps off the porch's railing and runs to its side. You step off the porch and watch as Nanami slides down and slices the curses legs off with his cursed technique, while Haibara hops on the curses arm to rip it out of its body, giving you your cue.

And so forth before the curse can continue to irritate you, you pull gusts of air to your palms and form it into a long and thin curved line. You then proceed to lash it out, and manage to cut the curses head clean off.

“Finally,” you pant and drop your shoulders as you let out an exhausted sigh. “Good job guys!”

“Right back at you, y/n,” Haibara redirects, making you smile at him softly.

“Uh, I hate to burst your bubbles but the veil hasn’t come down,” Nanami points out.

You snap your eyes up and see that the black veil still in fact remains intact. Is there another curse here?

Nevertheless, before you can ask your question out loud you hear thumping. When you look down you see the curse begin to convulse violently.

“Uh,” you breathe out in horror and step back.

The curse then suddenly stops, making you squint your eyes on the curse to wait with a racing heart. You then lift your head and at that moment see the curse regrow its limbs, including its head. Its already toned body grows larger, and with more muscles as if it had just pumped itself with fucking steroids. Two arms then grow to four, and from one neck grows out two more heads longer than the original.

This isn’t a second-grade curse, but it’s also something you can't run from, you’ll have to fight your own fear and give it your all.

“We got this,” Haibara uses words of encouragement.

You clench your fists and nod stiffly, whilst you also begin to feel regret for not texting Suguru back. After all, this has turned for the worst, what if you don’t make it out? And the last thing you told him was…a bunch of sputter.

You want to talk to him again, you do. You want to tell him you miss him, that he’s worth walking through fire for, that he’s enough for you. But most of all you want to tell him that you love him more than anything in this cursed world.

So to whatever divine being that is up there don’t let this be the end. Please.

“I’ll get rid of the arms,” Nanami says. “Haibara try and get his legs so y/n can try and exorize it.”

You nervously swallow back but nod in understanding, but you also look over at Nanami and can’t help your worry. He sees that and drops the hardened expression to offer you a soft smile to try and assure you.

You draw in a deep shaky breath and mirror his smile before you look ahead. Now before any more time can be wasted you summon air and blast out, Nanami sprints over and jumps, letting you use that same air to boast him.

You then follow by growing a raging fireball and throw it at the curse, causing it to shift back. Haibara uses this slight distraction and charges it, whilst Nanami flips down and tries to swing his blade.

However, this time the curse is more prepared, it twirls around and swerves Haibara's attack before it proceeds to swat Nanami away as if he were nothing but a fly.

“Nanami!” You cry out while his body slams into the wall behind him and goes unconscious.

The curse turns back around and wails out at Haibara and you, but you don’t cower, you dig your heels in the ground and glower at it.

“Cursed technique,” you seeth. “Fire dragon.”

The dragon mark on your arm begins to glow brightly, whilst the veins on your other arm begins to glow with the flames that travel down to your palms. Your hands then glow from the fires light before you throw your arms out and blast large flames from your palms. The fire quickly takes form into a large fire-made dragon that flies towards the curse.

This time your fire-made dragon is much larger than last years. Now it contains a lot more power.

Alas, just as you think you see the fire-made dragon grab the curse with its jaw, the fire-made dragon crashes through the wall, and what you see before you now are two curses in front of a building that begins to feed the fire that the fire-made dragon left behind.

Two bodies now join the fight. They’re the same build, they have the same green skin, but now both bodies just have two arms. One body even has two heads, while the other only contains one.

It split itself into two.

“Haibara!” You bellow and don’t take your eyes off the curse with the one head watching you, waiting to attack. “Get Nanami!”

You only catch a glimpse of Haibara running and the second curse running after him, so you try to blast fire out at it to try and distract it, but the curse that had been watching you like you were it’s meal, catches you off guard and slaps you down to your knees.

You quickly try to counter but it lunges at you to grab you by the throat and pick you off the ground with its strength.

You can’t let that stop you though, so you try to blast air at it by kicking your foot, but the curse hurls you back towards the parlor room.

When you hit the floor you yell out because of the pain, but you also try to quickly get up so you can counter. However, the curse is fast and catches up to you right away. It doesn’t let you catch your breath before it kicks you to your back and begins throwing punches over and over again on your face.

You try to move your arms to hurl air or fire, but each punch is like getting stabbed by sharp needles so the pain is agonizing and paralyzing.

It’s not the same as before, either because it was holding back or because it got stronger when its head got cut off, like the monster from Greek Mythology, The Hydra. Which would make sense with this curse being born from the Ubusunagami faith. One head falls and multiple are born in its place.

But why wasn’t this identified before? Why weren’t they more careful? This is a grade 1 case, you might be special grade but that’s only because no one knows how dangerous your technique can be, they based you off possibilities, if it wasn’t because of that you’d be a grade 2 just like the others. And they know that too, so why? Why weren’t they more careful?

Now you can’t even lift a finger, all your mind is filled with is pain. You try to think of some strategy to get out, to outsmart the curse, but you can’t even move. Every hit brings you closer to an eerie darkness.

Until there’s a voice.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

It’s your brother's voice from a memory of the day you got the scar on your torso. You were only a little girl who was scared of many things, he had been gone all day because your parents wanted him away from you, so when he came back the trauma was already engraved and the scar was already stitched.

He came after the fact, but he was such a relief to see. He was a light in the sea of darkness.

“It hurts,” you complain with fresh tears in your eyes.

“I know,” he whispers. “I'm sorry.” He sighs and turns around to give you his back and crouch.

“Come,” he says. “I'll help you get to your room.”

Satoru was told many times not to spoil you the way he does, ‘it’ll only make her weaker.’ they’d say, but he never listened and they never corrected him because of who he was.

“We can watch a movie and give you something for the pain.” He adds.

You wipe your tears away and stand up to step towards him, but you stop and bring up your concern. “But mother said no.”

Satoru peers back and confidently counters. “I don’t care. Now come on, get on my back.”

You smile softly and don’t think twice about accepting his offer now. You get on his back and wrap your arms around his neck before you rest your head on his shoulder, and let him give you a piggyback ride to your room.

Now you don’t know why that certain memory came to mind, there are so many other ones where he was that light in the sea of darkness, so why this one? It's only a reminder of the pain your family made you endure.

So why now as this curse is beating you to a bloody pulp?

Why? You ask yourself as the curse hits you again and strikes your body with more pain.

Why?

But then, in that brief moment where it’s fist is off your face you know why, because you see a vision of brother appearing through the darkness. Not Suguru, not Shoko, or your other friends, but your brother. He’s the sudden burst of energy you need to regain your consciousness and find that strength to pull your leg back and direct a cluster of your cursed energy and fire to your foot.

The curse hits you again, but you don’t falter, you counter by kicking your foot out and blasting fire at it from your foot.

The curse gets flung back, but it doesn’t go far, instead it falls under the doorframe. You still get up though and fist your hands whilst you shift your feet into a fighting stance. The curse gets back up and immediately wails out at you.

“Fuck you,” you grimace and run at it with your arm getting basked in flames. Before you reach it you jump up to swing your fist down at its face, but the curse isn’t weakened by injuries like your bruised and blood-covered face, it’s stronger and manages to throw its arm out and capture you by your throat.

You try to kick, but the lack of air running to your lungs immobilizes you. All you can think about now is wanting to breathe. All that there is is fading consciousness until you hear a scream coming from the courtyard.

Nanami was unconscious, he could have woken up but it’s unlikely, so the person screaming was Haibara. He’s in trouble. He needs help!

As if hit with another burst of energy, you manage to slap your hands on the side of the curses head and instantly blast fire out of your palms,

The curse wails as the flames burst through its flesh and begin burning it from the inside out. It lets you go to try and escape, but you wrap your legs around it and dig your fingers in its head while you blast more fire in its head.

You cry out of anger and the curse stumbles back, it claws at you, but you use more of your cursed technique until the curse finally explodes and dies, causing you to fall on your ass and finally gasp for more air while you push yourself to your feet.

Haibara doesn’t scream again, but you still run out to the courtyard. And immediately as you do you see the curse holding Haibara several feet over the ground by his head. You gasp in horror as you see Haibara’s entrails hanging out of a long and deep gash.

“Haibara!” You cry out louder than you thought possible.

The curse snaps his head towards you, and you quickly lift your hands off your sides and begin gathering air into a orb in between your palms.

“Cursed technique,” your grimace with tears already forming in your eyes. “Air manipulation, lashing wind!”

You proceed to throw the orb made of air out. And while it’s flying towards the curse you form it into a curved line that slashes both of the curses heads off the moment it cuts through, causing it to let go of Haibara.

Before your friend can hit the ground you sprint over and manage to catch him in your arms. However, he’s heavy so when you catch him you collapse to the ground with him.

“It’s okay,” you mutter shakily. “It’s okay,” you assure him even as his eyes are rolled back. “You’ll be okay, Haibara.”

You don’t see his chest move anymore, and his blood is spilling out of his gash and staining your body, but you still refuse the truth and carefully put him down. You then rip the white skirt off your waist and carefully wrap it around his bleeding wound.

“It’s okay,” you tell him again. “You’ll feel a little bit of pressure, but Shoko and that first aid class told us to do this, remember?”

Haibara remains unresponsive, but you continue to tighten the white skirt over his wound so it could stop bleeding.

“You’ll be okay,” you whisper and look at his face. “Haibara? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just please hold on a while longer okay? I…I can call Shoko, she’ll know what to do.” You pull your phone out and desperately find your friends contact. As it rings you look back and see the curse is beginning to shake like last time.

“Shit, shit,” you grumble.

The phone rings a couple more times before you get sent to voicemail. “Damn it!” you exclaim.

You peer back and see that the curse grows four heads now and grows taller, bigger.

“I—I’ll call Suguru, he’ll know where she is,” you tell Haibara as he continues to lay still.

This time when you call Suguru, the phone rings only a few times before he thankfully answers. “Hello?”

You sigh shakily with relief, “Suguru.”

“Y/N, what's wrong?” He asks the moment he hears your shaky voice.

You look at your friend and hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you press your hands on Haibara's wound to help the bleeding stop.

“Suguru, where’s Shoko? She doesn’t answer her phone, I need her help, please.” You say quickly.

“Shoko isn’t home,” Suguru says. “What's wrong y/n, are you okay?”

You groan and look back to see Nanami up now and trying to distract the curse.

“It’s Haibara,” you say shakily. “I-I don’t know what to do, I’m trying to stop the bleeding, but the gash won’t stop bleeding. And he—Suguru…he’s not breathing. I need Shoko, please, I need her.”

“Y/N,” Suguru mutters through the phone. “Haibara’s gone. I need you and Nanami to get out of there—”

It’s not the solution you want so you hang up the phone and shove it back in your pocket to focus back on your friend and begin CPR.

“Come on, come on, COME ON!” You yell out in desperation.

Your attempts are futile though, he doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t gasp for air, he continues to lay still, adding to your anguish.

“Nanami!” You call out. “I need help! Please come help me…someone please help me…” you trail off and pick up Haibara again to cradle him in your arms. Your phone begins to ring but you ignore it and put all your attention on Haibara.

“You have to fight, okay? We still have so much to live for, and you—you have to become a teacher just like you wanted,” you tell him as you hear wailing in the back. “We have to graduate next year and do so much more, please Haibara. Please.”

“Y/N?”

You look up and see Nanami panting in front of you.

“Nanami—”

He cuts you off and grabs your arm to try and pull you off the ground. “We have to go!” He bellows out at you while his eyes are on Haibara’s body.

“No,” you argue and shove his arm back. “I’m not leaving him behind!”

Nanami glances past you before he crouches down and grabs your arm. “Y/N, Haibara is…” he pauses and lets out a shaky breath before he finishes breaking the truth to you. “He's gone. We have to go or we’ll die next.”

You look down at Haibara and finally notice how lifeless he looks, you finally notice how fatally deep his wound is. And as if slammed by a rough wave, you finally grasp the truth and feel a deep agonizing pain clench around your chest to the point you can’t breathe. You can’t think, or cry, all that there is, is the cruel truth and pain.

The phone's incessant ringing doesn’t tune in, Nanami’s desperate pleas to leave don’t register. Nothing snaps you from that stupor but the sudden wail of the damned curse.

Anger then follows after that sound, a raging anger that only tightens that grip around your chest. No matter how much you want to let it go and leave, you can’t, it doesn’t feel right or like it will let you breathe, so you put Haibara down and twist around as you remain on your knees.

“Y/N,” Nanami warns as the curse begins to storm over.

You ignore him though and narrow your glare in the curse. The ground then begins to shake beneath you as you focus on doing something new and without thinking. Cracks grow on the ground, and you lean down to press your palms on the surface.

The curse jumps off it’s feet and tries to tackle you, but in that moment you let out all the emotions that had been plaguing you, and finally breathe.

All your life you’ve been taught to control your emotions to work with your cursed energy, but you’ve never felt more in control over your emotions than at this very moment after Haibara’s death triggered something off inside you. Something so monumental that lets you blast out a tidal wave of fire from the cracks on the ground to slam the curse back.

Up until this moment, you’ve never felt that rush of excitement from a fight, Satoru always talks about it, but it’s something you could never relate to. The only excitement you felt was last year, but that was met with regret, and you never felt it again because missions and fights were always such a burden or terrifying, but right now? As you use Yuki’s advice about not giving it too much thought, all you feel is excitement. And it grows as you use your cursed technique to lift pieces of the earth around you to blast it out at the curse and everything that stood around you, like a second wave. Leaving nothing left standing, but dust. And proving Nanami right.

Now you would have taken this time to leave, but Nanami doesn’t even attempt to move after what he saw. You can’t move after you realize what you did.

That rush of power was new, that technique was new. All born from a change inside you that Haibara’s death brought.

Yet you know that it’s a power you haven’t fully tapped into, it was only a taste. But that’s enough to cause your eyes to flicker between the familiar color of your eyes, to a deep red color that Nanami notices when you turn back around to face him and Haibara’s body.

“It’s over,” Nanami says through heavy breaths.

You hum softly in agreement, and then gently wipe your fingers down Haibara’s face to close his eyes.

“It can be once you’re out of school, or if you decide that being here isn’t for you, then you can come along and I’ll help you train. Whatever you decide, I want to help you…”

You were unsure before about accepting Yuki’s offer and leaving, but after this happened. After you tapped into some depths of your power you didn’t know you had, your mind finally comes to a conclusion.

A/N- Will Suguru and you work things out? Are you really going to accept Yuki’s offer? Ahh! We have to wait for the next chapter to know.

Tagged- @deniseabad1928

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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Sugar and Spice

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: Stranger Things (series), 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), sugar daddy!steve, age gap (reader in their 20s, steve however old you envision this version of him to be [i see it as early 40s]), daddy kink, mention of breeding kink, unprotected piv (don't be silly, wrap your willy), fingering, oral (m + f receiving), light choking

Summary: Your benefactor's colleagues have been itching to get him to go to dinner with them, so you do what any good sugar baby would do and help him out, but not without making sure you get a little something, first.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! @eddiemunsons-missingnipple made this edit of older!Steve and I haven't been able to get this idea out of my head since.

"C'mon, pretty thing," Steve singsongs to you from the bedroom, "we'd really better start making a move soon, and I still see that dress that I bought you for tonight still on the closet door."

Continuing to check yourself out in the mirror, you call back, "I'm sorry, but I used the card to buy you a little extra gift and even I'm liking it."

"Oh, you did?" Steve purrs with intrigue. "Well, now I really don't want to be kept waiting."

You emerge from the bathroom, wearing the red lacy number that's somehow keeping your breasts perky with next to nothing holding them up - the feat you truly were admiring - connected to your matching panties, the main feature of which you keep hidden by crossing one leg in front of the other as you pose for him. "There's some lace and ribbon cuffs, too, but I thought you'd want to play with them later, instead."

Steve looks you up and down with the hunger of a starved lion surveying its succulent prey, his fingers carding through his beard as he strokes his jaw. Giggling, you twirl around to show him how your ass looks in this particular lingerie too before twirling back, and he silently strides forward to take your hips into his hands and kiss you fervently. You moan into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back, eventually grinning against his lips, "So, you like 'em, Daddy?"

"Fuck, yes, I do, baby," he murmurs back between kisses. "But you're gonna make us late to dinner, and it was you who insisted we go to this stupid thing to begin with."

"We can be a little late," you tease back, pressing your palms into his chest.

Pressing his hips into yours, he hisses through his teeth, "It's gonna be a lot more than a little once I'm through with you, angel… C'mon, the quicker you get that dress on, the quicker we can go, which means the quicker we can leave, which means the quicker we can…" He falters as he runs his large hands up and down your arms.

"You're the one who can't keep your hands off of me," you point out with a smirk.

"I can stop any time I want, baby, I'm just giving you the loving I know you want," he croons back. "I can let go as soon as you back up just a little bit.”

“Oh, I can absolutely back it up if that’s what you want,” you smile coyly as you turn around and lean back against him.

“No, no, you know that’s not what - oh my god,” he ducks his head to moan breathily into your ear. “Oh, sweet thing, you are going to be the death of me.”

“You like feeling my ass grinding against you, Daddy?” you ask in a particular inflection that you know drives Steve wild.

“You know I do,” Steve groans as he pulls you closer by your hips. “Feel me getting harder for you?” You nod. “God, we are going to be so very late.”

“That’s okay, they can just hold our table," you shrug matter-of-factly, and his laugh bubbles against your shoulder as he kisses it, his facial hair leaving goosebumps on your now-sensitive skin.

"Oh, they can? And how does my baby know that?"

"I know everything," you lean your head back against his chest, looking up to grin at him.

He takes the chance to wrap his hand around your throat to guide your face for him to be able to kiss you, and you can feel his passion burning between your lips. "I guess that's true," he mutters lowly, his finger and thumb still gently pushing on just the right places. "So I suppose you know where I want you now, right?"

You take a quick scan around you, biting your lip. The bathroom has the mirror and counter sex appeal, but there's not a whole lot of room for him to really appreciate you, so you assume he must mean somewhere in the bedroom. The bed would be too obvious, you know he never likes to start fucking you on top of his dresser…

As you move to stand with your back pressed against the one bare expanse of wall without furniture or decor adorning it, a wide smile creeps along Steve's face. "I forget sometimes just how smart you are before I fuck your brains out," he coos as his hands slowly snake their way onto your hips, pressing you against the wall as he resumes kissing you. "Were you thinking about me in that bathroom, angel? About what I'd do to you?" You whimper in affirmation, and he continues between kisses, "Yeah? Bet you wanted me to go in after you and just immediately bend you over the counter so you could throw that ass back on my dick over and over. Am I right, baby?" His tone is the perfect balance of soft and firm.

You nod with a strained, "Yes, Daddy," as his thumbs brush against your nipples.

"Oh, baby, baby," he groans. "How many times do I have to fuck you to prove it to you, that you are worth so much more than a quick one, hm?"

"And yet, whenever we go out and there's a bathroom…" You tease with a smirk, and he pinches your nipples, making you gasp sharply.

"Are you backtalking to me, little brat?" he asks with a little more warning in his voice, and you shake your head. "Good. Because I'm sure my good, smart girl knows that while she's under my roof, she will be worshipped for as long as she behaves herself. Doesn't she?" You nod, and his hand slides down between your legs until he feels the last surprise of the outfit you picked. "Crotchless panties? Oh, you delicious little whore, you really do spoil me," he moans, bending down to kiss your neck as his fingers slide easily inside of you.

Letting out a loud moan at his touch, you grin, "I'm so glad you like them, Daddy. It took so long to pick out just the right set."

"You can make any set infinitely sexier, baby," he mutters between pecks beneath your ear as his fingers work you, gently but expertly. "You're so smart for picking this one out, though. Such a good girl for me, you like it when I fingerfuck you?" You nod again, feeling lightheaded from all his praise, and he chuckles, shaking his head. "No more cute little nods, baby, you have to use your words now. Tell me how much you love having my fingers inside of you."

"Please - feels so good, Daddy," you keen, bucking yourself further into his touch.

"Ohh, fuck, yes, you love it, don't you?" He groans against your skin, though he doesn't give into your hints of moving faster. You can feel the skin that his beard has touched tingle even when he's moved sides. "Mmm, but Daddy wants a taste of his favourite meal." Steve pulls his fingers out slowly and deliberately before sucking them clean with some very exaggerated facial expressions to show he loves the taste of you. "Oh, fuck, baby, that's not enough, I gotta have more." He sinks to his knees and studies the way you clench over nothing as he rubs at your clit before dipping his head down to plunge his tongue deep inside of you and start fucking you with it. Finally giving you the tempo you've been craving.

You whine, "Oh, god, thank you, Daddy, thank you," as you reach down to ball your fists in his hair. The ever-so-slight crunch of you messing up his perfectly coiffed and sprayed hair feels just that little bit extra satisfying.

"That's it, my sweet, polite little girl," he coos, pressing kisses between your legs as he looks up at you. "God, I love watching you fall apart for me from down here."

"I love… Watching you watch me," you pant out as his nose nuzzles at your clit.

"Mmm, you know what I love more, though?" he asks rhetorically as his hand already starts to grip your thigh. "Totally devouring you." Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he sits up on his knees to once again bury his tongue deep between your folds. His other hand grips your other thigh as well as his hold turns bruisingly tight. Chains of profanity, mixed with the occasional, "You like that, baby?" and "Oh, I know, keep moaning like that for me," spill from his lips as he eats you out, just as hypnotised by how much he's turning you on as you are.

“Please… Don’t stop,” you moan, throwing your head back against the wall as your back arches.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty when I eat you out,” Steve coos, looking up at you and pressing gentle kisses to your clit.

You look down at him, running your fingers through his hair and smiling breathlessly. “You’re so pretty when you eat me out, too.” Though his mouth is obscured, you can see the smile in his eyes before he focuses his attention on lapping at your folds.

Just as you start to feel your orgasm building, he swings your leg back off of his shoulder with just as much ease and stands tall. You pout up at him, "Why did you stop there? It was just getting good!"

"Exactly," he purrs, kissing your lips sweetly. You keep him there by holding his jaw, knowing how much he loves having you taste yourself on him, kissing him over and over again as he moans more obscenities into your mouth. "You're so good to me, baby, but you're so bad for this. I may not be able to keep my hands off of you, but I've gotta teach you a lesson somehow." He presses another peck onto you. "Now, be a good girl and lay down on the bed, 'kay?"

You look up at him and nod, moving over to sprawl yourself out on his mattress. You hear the soft clunk of his belt hit the floor and turn your head to see he'd pulled down his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. Your favourite vein that protrudes along the bottom of his cock, the one you especially love to lick, strains against Steve's fingers as he fucks his fist at the sight of you. You can't help but frown in jealousy, and he merely smirks at you in response. "I know, baby, you don't want Daddy touching himself when you could be doing it for me, isn't that right?" You nod, reaching out, but he bats you away, instead positioning himself to line himself up with your pussy.

As he presses his length against your folds, you meal, "I love how hard you get for me."

"Yeah?" he smirks. "Almost as much as how I know you love this?" He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock and you keen against him, squirming your hips closer to him as he chuckles under his breath. "Oh, fuck, you want more, baby? You want me to slide my fat cock inside of this pretty little pussy?" You nod desperately and he grins. "Not enough, baby. Say please if you want this c-"

"Please, Daddy, I want your big, thick cock to stretch me out and fill me up, I wanna feel it so deep that your tip kisses my fucking cervix, please," you whine.

"Oh, fuck, yes, my good, smart girl knows exactly what to say, doesn't she?" he croons as he slides himself inside of you. Your eyes roll back with pleasure as he falls straight into a natural rhythm. "So good, so smart, picking out this set," he reaches up to stroke a thumb across what little support the bra gives. " And it comes with cuffs, too?" he asks, and you nod. "Oh, we'll definitely be using those once we're home. Fuck, baby, you'll have to show me where you got these, I'll buy you their whole fucking store if you look as good in everything else as you do this," he grunts as his hips snap against you, fucking himself deep inside of you.

Your head lolls to one side but he holds your jaw in one big, strong hand to move it to look at him. "No, no, baby, look at me. That's it, pretty girl, want you looking me dead in the eye as I fuck you like this. Want you to see what you do to me as I get to watch you get fucked out of that pretty little head of yours," he groans out loudly. "Wanna watch every thought behind those eyes fade away as you get so fucking drunk on this dick that it's all you can think about. You want that, baby?" He doesn't even let you answer as he keeps murmuring, "Want you freshly fucked at the dinner table, barely able to hold a conversation because you're still entranced by even the thought of me filling you up again once it's all over. My sweet, dumb little trophy doll, all dressed up just how Daddy wants you so I can show you off."

Your mouth forms an O as your eyes glass over watching his pupils blow out as he fucks you. "Yes… Daddy, show me off, I'll do anything you tell me to," you squeak out, and he grins before bending down to kiss you again.

"I know you will, sweet thing, you're such a good toy," he moans. "Tell me how much you love getting fucked, baby."

You groan, "Please, god, never stop! You feel so good, so thick, I'm so full of you. Wanna just sit on your cock all the time, I feel so empty without you - God, please, let me come all over you, Daddy.”

“Are you close again, sweetie?” he coos, and you nod desperately. With a devious smile, he pulls out of you completely, tantalisingly slowly. As you stick your lower lip out in a pout, he presses down on it with his thumb, parting your lips slightly as he moves to straddle your chest. “Oh, no, no, don’t ruin that pretty face by making it all sad, baby,” he drawls. “You know what makes you feel better?” He leans up, holding his cock in his hand until he’s holding it just shy of your mouth. You whimper as you feel the tip graze against your lips and he smiles down at you.

You relax your jaw, letting it drop and your tongue loll out. Steve rocks forward just close enough to start smacking his cock against your tongue and you whine, furrowing your brow up at him. With a soft chuckle, he pushes his hips forward to slide his cock down your throat. He moans gutturally as he thrusts into you, and while you try to hollow your cheeks out at the right time and roll your tongue around his shaft, you soon give up as you realise all he wants to do is use your throat as a fleshlight. You relax your throat and simply moan around his cock as he fucks your face.

“That’s it,” he soothes, “good, smart girl knows what Daddy needs from her. Fuck, baby, I think you’ve earned the right to come with me. Get yourself up on your elbows, c’mon,” he moves back to reach back enough to start rubbing at your clit, but you frown. Noticing your hesitiation, he stops immediately, looking at you worriedly. “Is everything okay?” he asks, shuffling back to move his cock out of your mouth.

You nod, “Don’t worry, Daddy, ’m fine, I just… I really want you to come inside me,” you look up at him with pleading eyes and bite your lip.

A smile tugs at one side of his face. “Well, sure, baby, I’ll fill you up all night long, but -”

“Come ooonnn,” you drawl, running your fingertips up and down through his chest hair. “I know how much you love it when those other men you work with gawk at me. Grabbing my thigh when you see them looking at the hem of my skirt, whispering things in my ear whenever they’re staring at my neck so you can block their view… Imagine all of them looking and they don’t even know I’m only crossing my legs so that your cum doesn’t drip down my thigh.”

Steve groans, his eyes rolling back as he moves backwards. “Well, if that’s what my pretty girl wants…” He grabs your ankles and throws them forward so that your legs hang in the air, to which you hold them behind your knees. “You know,” he starts as he once again aligns the tip of his cock between your folds. “The boys at the office, they’d wanted me to go to dinner with them to talk about me being the face of all our international deals.” You pout again, partly from his teasing and partly at the thought of him leaving. “Hey, now, baby, you know I don’t like seeing you like this,” he reaches forward to cradle your face sweetly. “I wasn’t gonna do it. Didn’t wanna leave my perfect girl behind. But with you there, too, they can’t say no to you coming with me, can they? You wanna see the world from a private jet, baby?”

You nod, still looking doe-eyed at Steve. “I’ll be so good for you, whatever I need to do, I’ll do it, I’ll be such a good trophy wife.” The words come out before you can catch them, but Steve doesn’t seem upset by them.

Instead, his face is full of intrigue, and then pleasure. “God, when I first met you, I wanted to give you nothing but the high life, all the wild adventures of travelling the world, but after we’re done with all that, all I wanna do is make you my perfect little housewife. You want that, baby? You wouldn’t even have to cook or clean, if you didn’t want to, we can get people in for that. Just wanna… Wife you up, breed you over and over an- fuck!” He groans loudly as he finally thrusts inside you. “Wanna - make a whole family with you - shit, wanna fucking - call you my wife and mean it, god, just wanna marry you.”

Unable to form any other cohesive thought, and revelling in the fact you’re finally about to cum, you let out a string of, “Yes, oh god, oh, yes, fuck, yes!” as you finally climax, feeling yourself clench around his cock as he paints your inner walls with his hot, thick cum.

He stays inside you for a while, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from the high, until eventually you realise something. “Was that… Technically a proposal?!”

Steve pulls a face, “Not exactly the one I planned, but…”

“Then it doesn’t count, yet,” you shrug simply.

“Yeah?” he asks with a soft laugh. “Pretty sure we basically both agreed to it.”

You hold your left hand up at him. “I don’t see a rock on here yet, so it doesn’t count.”

“That’s my smart girl, knows her worth,” he grins, bending down to kiss you. You stroke his beard as you embrace him. “Now, how’s about my pretty little wife finally wears the pretty little dress I bought her so I can tear it off her pretty little body later, hm?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #*myfics

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omegasimpsstuff · 7 months

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Insecure

Summary: Now that Kota Ibushi is back you found yourself insecure and jealous

I finally have some time so I decided to write the story instead.

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+

Tags of the people who commented wanting it: @jeje1414 @ohhhmegan @wanderbreadsworld @mydemonexorcist

You were sat on the couch next to your boyfriend, Kenny. He was watching some show and you were scrolling on your phone.

“Have you ever watched this show before” he asked turning his head to look at you

“Nope” you replied briefly not even looking up from your phone. Suddenly the sound of the show stopped and he set the remote down.

“Ok what’s up? You’ve been acting strange for days” he asked as he placed his hand on your leg.

You go to open your mouth and be immediately cuts you off

“Don’t say it’s nothing”

“I don’t know. I know it’s about you and Kota… ever since you guys reunited it’s like, I constantly feel like I could be replaced at any moment” you said with a sigh, embarrassed at yourself for even feeling like this.

“You think I’m gonna leave you for Kota?” He said with a raised eyebrow

“I am worried that you’d be happier with him then me, I mean it’s not even a question that you’ve known him longer, you like the same things, you have the same job… he knows things that I wouldn’t” you could feel tears in the corner of your eyes as you said it.

Just as quickly as you said it, Kenny was off the couch and picked you up, carrying you up the stairs.

He threw you on the bed and got on top of you

“You have nothing to worry about baby, let me show you” he said as he lifted up your shirt. His mouth quick to latch onto your nipple. A moan instantly falling off of your lips.

His teeth biting your nipple causing you to wince in pain but it quickly turned to pleasure, the pain adding to the wetness collecting in your panties.

“God I love that you’re a little pain slut” he whispered as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

He then did the same to himself, and started pumping his cock

“Spread your legs, I wanna see my perfect pussy” he said quietly and seductively, earning a groan from him as you did just that, his half hard cock twitching at the sight and was now fully hard.

He got on top of you and started kissing your neck, his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Kenny please… I need you” you moaned out, that was all he needed to hear as he slammed into you without any warning causing you to scream in ecstasy.

“Is this what you wanted baby, you wanted my huge cock slamming into you?” He asked as his pace got faster. You could barely answer you could just nod your head in agreement.

“Oh god you fuck me so good” you said barely able to recognize your voice, it sounded needy and desperate and by all means you were.

“Yeah I do, the only person I’ll ever fuck like this, the only person I want in the world” he said reassuring you again that you have no reason to be worried.

His dick was like a drug to you. Reveling in the feeling of him taking it out all the way and slamming it right back in with all his force.

You were a moaning mess and he loved it, each one of your perfect moans egging him on to go harder and faster.

“Does my cock feel good baby” he asked with a smug smirk

“God yes!! So fucking good!” You yelled unable to control your volume at this point, but you didn’t care, not in the slightest, the pleasure was far too good.

Your walls started to clench around him signaling your close.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess” he groaned out.

“Oh god I’m cumming!” You yelled as the knot in your stomach finally released. Kenny wasn’t too far behind as he started spewing out cuss words.

He filled you with his cum, adding to the mess you had already made.

As you both came down from your highs he slid out of you and made his way down, holding your legs open and you felt his hot breathe on your pussy.

He started cleaning you up perfectly with his tongue, swirling it, sucking on your clit. Your body was on fire from the overstimulation.

He finally pulled his head away and laid next to you.

“Your the love of my life Y/N, you have nothing to worry about” he said as he pulled you close to him

“I love you” you replied. Suddenly you heard the door to the guest room down the hall open. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment

“Was kota here the entire time” you asked as your face grew red from the embarrassment

“I guess so… but hey, at least now he knows that I’m yours” he said with a chuckle as you slapped his chest.

(I’m probably gonna be late to work I really got into this lmao)

#aew #kenny omega #aew dynamite #the elite #kenny omega smut #kenny omega imagine

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tinkerbelle05 · 9 months

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Colors of the rainbow

Character: Spiderman Noir x Masc!Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks 🖤 Spiderman noir x male reader romance? :D You show Peter the colors of the pride flag and he comes in love with all of the colors

Warnings: uses the word queer and mentions queer ppl, if you don't like then scroll away.

“What is that?” Peter asked, the confusion was evident in his voice and widen eyes. He was pointing to your pride flag that was hanging on the wall.

You were confused at first but then remembered, his universe was black and white, with shades of gray. He knew the names of colors but just not what they were. One time he mistook green for red and red for purple.

You unhooked the flag from your wall and held up to him, “This is the pride flag, also known as the rainbow flag, and the colors that represents those who are queer.”

He stares the flag intently and took it from your grasp. “Wow, look at all the colors. It looks like a rubric cube.”

You stifle a laugh at his comment but nod your head, “Yea I guess you are right.”

“The flag. Does it represent anything?”

“Yea it does. Red represents life, Orange is healing, Yellow is sunlight, Green is nature, Indigo is serenity, and violet is the spirit of queer people,” you explain to him and points to each color as you go down.

He listens to you intently and commits every word to memory. “The flag is beautiful and the meanings are even more so. Do you have any other flags with these amazing colors?”

His curiosity was cute and you couldn't wait to show him the different flags. You spent most of the day researching and looking up all the other pride flags for Peter to gawk at.

The harder Peter smiles, the deeper his two dimples get, and he starts talking fast. You don't think he even notices it and you can barely make out what he's saying.

"Wow, now this is a flag that you would normally see in my universe," Peter says and shows you the phone. It's a black and white striped flag.

After a while, it was safe to say that Peter had become in a way obsessed with the flags. He’s unlabeled for all intents and purposes but he has a whole closet of queer merch.

“Uh Pete, what’s all this?” you asked while you were cleaning your apartment. You found everything, was this all of the packages that kept coming to your apartment?!

There were multiple flags of varying sizes. There were pride stickers and slogans. Even clothes; shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, etc.

He comes up behind you, “Oh my pride collection,” he answers easily and walks away.

He’s pri-what?

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he grabs an apple, “But why so many?”

“Why not? It’s pretty and colorful. And the designs are amazing!” he explains to you and takes a bite of the apple. “And supporting small businesses is always a good thing too.”

With his reasonings, you couldn't argue with it. You walk over to the couch and collapse into the soft cushions, "Okay Pete, just make sure it doesn't get too cramped, okay?"

He gives you a distracted yea and you watch him marvel at the pride decorations.

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moonartemisia · 7 months

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Through His Strings || Itoshi Rin × Fem!Reader Fic

(Itoshi Rin birthday special)

Tags: Hints of fluff, NSFW, smut, foodplay, edging, rough play, oral, fingering, mutual stimulation, protected sex, teasing, romance, age-gap, mentioned of Japanese words, character aged-up, rin will be around 19 in this story, reader is around 22 (if you don't like the story, you may kindly scroll away)

Note: This is a late entry for celebrating my boy's birthday. It ended in 2 months while having a writer's block

"Huh? You never celebrated Rin's birthday before?"

In a moment of shock, Anri realized as her fellow team manager and analysis exclaimed. You of 22, another hired of the blue lock facility, team manager, and soccer analysis, and long-time partner of the puppeteer egoist, Rin Itoshi — never had celebrated his birthday before.

Much to Anri's disbelief knowing Rin's deprived character, You managed to pull him into their relationship despite his first-time lover. Rin did eventually work with you very well, as you carefully understood him a lot.

Although, in this case, spending some quality time together with Rin off of the Blue Lock's facility. The two of you personally haven't celebrated Rin's birthday. Nothing is going about a reason as to why you never get to ask nor questions Rin.

You think as if Rin is too exclusive and has his personal space to celebrate his birthday. But you being Rin's girlfriend is something that you both should've enjoyed while it's his special day, of course.

You avoided Anri's eye contact at her, tilting your head lower, sighing;

"Well, for long — I can't clearly seem to think Rin wouldn't like celebrating his birthday, his parents never informed me when they're planning to. I guess you should say it is a personal matter that he doesn't get to feel enjoyment as much as before. If I put it that way?"

"(Y/n)... you're his girlfriend, even if you're unsure to plan for his birthday, maybe make an effort to surprise him? I bet without a doubt he will appreciate it. Not in a way he expresses — just showing how grateful that it feels to him wouldn't be nice?"

You xontemplated for a bit — to simply put it that way; you don't know where to start on surprising Rin. Especially not knowing his reasons but based upon his upbringing and his gloomy change. You deeply think it is a personal matter. Rin doesn't get to celebrate his birthday at all with anyone. Unless if you would change the course of events, you love him with all your heart after all.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. In fact, it's been like 4 years, to be precise. I never get to question Rin on why he isn't letting anyone celebrate his birthday."

Anri assured you with a smile, she responding—

"I'm pretty sure Rin will answer once you surprise him. It can't be that hard to plan a birthday party. Something simple is better than a grand venue for him or none at all. You are surprising how much you mean to him. Besides, you did your best to understand Rin. But, when was the last time you encountered Rin doing things on his birthday before?"

"The usual, he plays horror games or watches horror movies."

You flatly answers Anri to her reaction, her eyes questionably blinking at your words. The Rin Itoshi is definitely weird... he likes dark stuff?

"Ah— normally he does that, but I don't mind about it. I get to play horror games with Rin sometimes."

"I see... uh — but most importantly, you get to have quality time for him. Anyways, you better get going and plan something on his birthday. It's coming soon, Miharu!"

Nodding at Anri's encouragement. You thanked her for giving an idea upon Rin's upcoming birthday. Heading off planning what would be the best gift to give for Rin's birthday.

This is much harder than I thought. He is a soccer player, he loves horror and stuff... I don't know what to give him—!?

You're turbulent with the decisions you needed to decide in order to buy Rin's gift — as a reminding girlfriend is specific on the choices. However, you can not give him all of these to him... materialistic things are the ones you are bad at thinking of as a gift. Since the you already know his hobbies and what he likes or not. You are detailed of the things you know of him from heart, you have thought about a person whom you care, deeply.

Should I buy him new cleats? But I guess Rin already has a new pair... Residents of Evil Games he probably have all of the latest to the newest release... uhm, a language book? I know Rin can pick up some languages he is rather a fast learner, although he doesn't have any interest in reading. Plus, a soccer addict he is only focused on soccer — perhaps a soccer ball? Ah, this is so frustrating!!!

Out of the blue, suddenly you missed your balance while fixating your plans over what gift you should give to your boyfriend. A trip on the foot against your heel with a slight hit scratched down —

Oh shi—

"Careful there..."

You blinked. Surprisingly, your head was pressed over — a warm, soft, yet cold scent of ackwood fragrance. A familiar tall stature as you looked up, meeting your eyes on those gleaming shades of teal you recognized...

It's Itoshi Rin.

"R-rin—"

"Watch your step next time, (Y/n)... you almost fell down."

The breath of his stern voice swayed up tingling your spine. You can't take your eyes off of him as the youngest Itoshi gazed down at you into his arms tightly.

"T-thanks, Rin—"

"You're in a hurry, (Y/n). Is everything alright?"

Rin asked, still holding onto you, his girlfriend, keeping your bodies enclosed. You reassured with a nod before answering him.

"Just some errands I have to handle with, don't worry."

"I can help if there are any problems."

Although you reassured Rin, eventually you turned down his offered assistance. Hopefully, this won't question the birthday boy sooner, but you have to make up excuses not to spoil your plans. You smiled, shaking your head —

"No need! It's fine."

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm pretty free enough to—"

"I already said no worries, Rin! Sorry about that, but I have to rush. This is important. I'll probably get back to you when I'm free, okay?"

The tall Ace was puzzled by the way you dashed off. He has a hunch of whatever you're up to something. However, you don't really want to spoil such a special day; with that said, keeping search to head out and plan some simple decorations and a cake for Rin to blow later. One thing you could ever do to is you would do all the things for Rin's birthday to be perfect, as fine as you thought it would.

Rin may not be experiencing celebrating his birthday with just the two of you since the start. It's quite odd to think how you will convince Rin to come over. You made your way instead to initiate planning his birthday inside your flat.

It'll be awkward if I asked his parents to help out, right? I mean, Rin doesn't celebrate his birthday unless it is personal for a reason. Yet there's Sae— but that's another story for now... I wanna make him happy for once!

At the time, you managed to bring what you needed, a cake from your favorite cafe and cake shop. You carried a fruity shortcake that has the birthday greeting and chocolate syrup written his name in Kanji. Some simple birthday decorations to display, balloons, and strings, lastly... but that's those are the rest you bought yet the gift on the other hand isn't.

"Gosh, I'm going to text him... Probably, this would do for now, right?"

Well just here at my apartment is fine, but the gift... You sulked.

You settled to get your preparations done. The time passed half an hour to set simple decorations, and you placing the cake down at the center of your kotatsu. Huffing aside, standing to look at your set up, all the lights were hanging by the wall, and a bit of balloons were left below besides the sofa along with the pillows to compliment your display. And last but not the least, a birthday banner. You won't definitely go overboard about the display if you think of putting a cardboard cut out of Rin. That's too much of a birthday dedication you put setting these all for him. However, you're worried you don't have a gift to present right now. Such a waste of effort.

What really steps up is to surprise Rin for his special day — meaning to say his first special day with you. That's all it matters. Your lips perked a small smile, paying your efforts off while you waited for the perfect moment to call Rin.

Okay, that settles it. I should call him now...

You sighing to pick up his mobile number on dial. Patiently, Rin's number beeps through the phone before a silent click notified.

"(Y/n)?"

"Rin, hey there..."

"You good? Earlier, you were in a rush. I was asking what's bothering you a while there."

He seems concerned, judging by the tone of his voice that you couldn't help giggling.

"Ah, I'm sorry for that earlier, babe. There was nothing wrong lately, I promise you. How about this, I'd like you to come here at my place, I'll tell you why."

"Right now? I'm here outside at the bay. Why not here over the phone?" Rin quipped.

"Just come, I'll tell you. Are you not busy at the moment?"

The young Itoshi sounded a bit skeptical at your invitation. He doesn't seem to get it why.

"No, then I'll go over there at your place, just walking. I'm busy reminiscing my thoughts for a bit. You could've joined me to whatever you're doing with your errands. As much as I'm happy to assist you."

"No need, thank you, Rin. I'm fine and done. Alright, I'll be seeing you here, waiting."

"Okay..."

Through his windy, coarsed voice answering you back, Rin immediately turned off his phone. Walking towards his way through the busy streets nearing your apartment where there will be a special surprise awaiting. It didn't took long for the soccer ace to arrive at the apartment's main doorstep. Rin looked up; reaching for the knob — opening it. Soon as he went inside walking passing by the doors, Rin stopped. Appearing in front of the your room number with a press of a finger, ringing the door bell.

"(Y/n), it's me..." Rin called.

He peered over the windown hole of its door. Checking if his you're present, his bright teal eyes notices the unit looked dim — inspecting around through the hole.

Until a click coming from the entrance, Rin was curious as he opened the door slowly. When he faced the room, a pop of confetti burst right on the spot.

"Surprise, Rin! Happy birthday!" You said while holding the cake, already lit up before he came as you time his arrival.

His eyes dilated the moment you stormed to his way of surprise. Rin couldn't process what was happening, but his eyes windowed, feeling a warm greeting coming from you and the cake you're holding sparks his expression.

"You — I ... you remembered?" Rin stuttered for a moment, his head tilted up swooning his long bangs. You can tell to his reaction, he looks speechless and delighted by your special dedication.

"Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I? Heh, happy birthday, baby."

"All for this? You shouldn't have to—"

"As much as I wanted your birthday to be special, Rin. Plus, it's our first celebration we had together as a couple. Enjoy your birthday here, alone."

He couldn't take how much you put everything for him. Rin knew that the two of you hadn't celebrated his birthday for years. It made the tall player feel a bit guilty for not letting you know amongst anyone who could celebrate his birthday. Rin never doubted how lonely it is to be, but birthdays are just normal days for him to just rejoice in a new age of this year. Now that he has you, everything has changed. The two of you went inside of your apartment, skipping the interlude.

Like a stubborn kid he is, Rin didn't make a wish as he blows the candle directly on his cake.

You frowned at his bluntness, brushing it off giggling. "Really? No wish?"

"Come on, it's my birthday... (Y/n), I won't waste any minutes in silence for a wish."

"I bet you have wishes you wanna make. Care to share?"

The young Itoshi whisked his eye contact away, quietly pondering his thoughts.

"One thing for sure... I wish to beat my brother just for the sake. I know he will recognize what I have... Complicated to mention as you know what I aim for."

You understood what he meant, solely for this purpose, to fulfill his dream of becoming a striker and in hopes for his brother’s recognizing downfall. This piqued your curiosity to ask him why you and him haven't celebrated his birthday. You sensed as a clue of thought towards the way Rin mentioned his past again.

You were aware of their brother rivalry ever since Rin explained it to you — a year, when the two of you are dating. Sae crushed his dreams that the brothers used to share. His older brother that Rin looks up to — betrayed their dreams over an unreasonable decision without knowing what could've cause Sae's light to fade into the darkness. Sae departed from Japan to Spain in order to be a striker; completely diminished as his shadows were. He chose a different path that made Rin puzzled, angered, and felt lost over him. Never did Sae open to his family about what had happened to him there as far as Sae lives on no longer to be a striker, but a known midfielder on the field.

"Rin, can I ask?"

"Hm?" His head bobbed at your side, looking at you.

"Why aren't you celebrating your birthday? Well, especially me? I know it's a tough and personal question for me to ask. Come to think of it that I'm your girlfriend who's willing to pay respect on whatever you want or decide. But if it's about how your upbringing led by Sae's change of heart. Then, I'll understand for sure."

Rin stayed silent for a moment, though your words stood up right. It was all for the sake he didn't want to face Sae after all that occurred. It frustrates him whenever his parents tried to convince Sae to come home from Spain just to celebrate and greet Rin. Keeping the broken brotherhood hidden from them. Rin, dully requesting his parents not to invite Sae as he makes up excuses, which started it all.

"I don't, I just don't want to celebrate it. Yet, every time my birthday comes, my parents always throw me a party along with niichan... howeber, things have changed, and I don't expect coming from him to say a word. Not even a bit."

"Rin..."

"Simple as I can put it... birthdays without him or so it's a normal day for me. But..."

He closely moved a few inches closer to you, his eyes deeply staring over your glimmering pupils that he can see himself through. The moment where he placed his hand on top of yours firmly. Rin isn't good with words openly. It's difficult to express what he wants to convey his emotions.

"You're here... and I'm happy with that, I thanked you for putting this for me."

Those soothing words of gratitude escaped his lips and felt a tingling music. Genuinely, Rin's eyes aren't showing any disappointment or dissatisfaction about a simple birthday until it pop you—

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that I don't have a gift for you."

Yeah, I have to remind him that

Rin didn't mind, shaking his head slightly, bringing himself closer to you. His left arm glided at your waist to go next to him. Pressing each side — eyeing as you look at his soft, alluring, gently eyes. You never seen Rin this soft. The birthday boy seems pleased.

"I never wanted a gift. Much more what I want is you..."

He replied as soon as he got to reach his cake using his finger. The white creamy frosting swiped through his slender finger, gazing at it before sucking it to taste.

"Not too sweet." He commented,

"Wanna try some?"

"Umm, sure."

Remaining his stern facade while using the same finger, he hooked another frosting from the cake. He brought it closely to your face.

"Here, suck it."

"But, I can get a plate—"

"No worries, it's clean. So, here, " as he assisted to let you lick his fingers clean, a lewd thought of your head distracted you when his finger was right in front of you with frosting coated on top. You were a little hesitant as if Rin isn't ick about this.

But, you dragged his wrist, holding it more, bringing his finger towards your lips. You slowly let your tongue out, proceeding to supple the coated frosting on Rin's finger. It tasted right, especially when it's on him. Delecting the right amount off sugary egg whites toppling your saliva, you opened your mouth a bit to suck his finger clean without a spick of cream on. There's a slight of fruity citrus lingered your sinuses coming from the fruity shortcake. Soon as you let go from sucking his finger connecting a strand of saliva through your gapped lips.

Rin was watching he didn't expect how this — mewl reaction the moment you sucked his fingers like a baby who needed milk from a mother. It instantly made the young Ace feel a knot on his stomach just by seeing the way you indulged his finger with cream on it. His ears reddened at the sight of you.

Cute...

"You're right... it taste good."

You said looking at Rin, your voice almost trembling as your lips numbed.

"I guess the cake would sit elsewhere than the plate would it?"

Before you could say a word, you noticed Rin got some naughty fingers right up onto his sleeves. Two fingers went to swipe another coating of frosting messing the cake in the process — smudging on your cheek, lips, and neck. A turmoil of conflicted excitement yet a turn on — alluding approach Rin had in his mind. With a slight pull over your body next to his, he came sealing his lips on yours deeply. Tasting the creamy frosting, the rest of it gotten a messy trail over the corners of your face. Rin is busy taking every sweetness he flicked the frosting on your lips, shoving his tongue inside your opening wet walls and tongue to play.

"H-hmmmph—"

It's afloat of addiction heating between the two of you savoring each other's tongue. This doesn't leave the soccer player to travel his wet muscle all over you, licking your cheeks that left with more frosting going down to your jawline. Such a delectable treat coming it seems the birthday boy enjoys. He paused for a bit, glancing at you.

"You know what? Fuck the unplanned gift..."

He pushes you onto the edge of the sofa, you meekly thud over the hardened cushion — Rin's hazy teal eyes suddenly speaks eagerness to devour you. Reaching his hand to caress and cup your cheek that stained his saliva.

"Guess that I have the perfect one to unwrap tonight."

Even a growl upon his lips snatched back again, his body hovering on top of you — taking his charge tasting his sweet little present under. He stopped halfway just to take a good look at your neck. His eyes locked over, where he covered the side with frosting. His hand dusted your strands of hair away to give a clear view on where he can place his dessert. The closer his goes, jaded with unbearable desire — implanting his kisses on your neck. Tilting your head aside giving him access to taste you.

"Hmm, R-rin..."

"Stay like that. You're so delicious."

A humming squirm escape through your lips that made the young Itoshi feel butterflies, the oozing excitement filled his explicit urges to unwrap you— his presentable sweet gift. As he resumes to give those sticky licks and nibbles through. He aches for your beautiful and ravaging figure, Rin can't get enough that your flesh blends well into the coated frosting he playfully painted you. He didn't care about your supposed gift. He wants you, and only you.

His fingers wiggled through the hem of your blouse teasing it, slightly pulling, tugging, and snakes down all the way by the buttons he brushed. While lapping your skin delicately than the cake you prepared for him to eat. You're far off better than that sweet treat leaving beside the kotatsu with smothering ruined frosting displayed. But what not having two desserts to enjoy won't hurt? You unraveled your eyes meeting his dark hair below before he could even unbuttoned you but stopped.

"(Y/n)..." He breathes under your neck.

"R-rin..."

"Move your blouse away, or I'll undo it."

You compile to his demand, and he sets aside to let you unbutton your blouse one by one on those circular pegs. However, the puppeteer striker can't hold his patience while watching you slowly undress yourself.

"Ugh, fuck it. You're too slow—"

Aggressively, Rin pushes you back to the sofa, your back laid down, taking full control to take off your garmet away from his sight as he pleads to. His hands went over to toggle it, undoing the buttons fast-paced — tearing the buttons almost ripping it apart. You watched — flustered at his needy urges. As he is close to completely unbuttoned your blouse that revealed your cleavage, your bra fully suppled the cupping breasts underneath. Rin noticed a frosting that left from his delectable licks stained down on your collarbone to the valley line of your chest. With his stern reaction, remains sneakily licked his lips that entices you. Never did you see Rin in his control like this. Nonetheless, you'll give the birthday boy what he truly wants. He presses himself down on you to take the mark on. It tickles your senses, heaving a moan upon his guard. Rin grunted a bit — even a mild view of your body could kill or broke himself. Just by how mesmerizing your body is to him.

"I would mind coating you more than just the frosting, (Y/n)... in fact I'd fucking go more than you pictured than a cake itself..."

It didn't make it long for Rin to tear down your blouse aside while hovering you close to his body. The heat tensed so much that you couldn't hold yourself — embracing Rin's head over to your chest tightly as he can to feel you. Finishing the part where his left hand took the deed — going to unclasp your bra behind, mastering his hand with a "ting" sound of the hook. Your eyes dilated that Rin's fingers managed to do that in one go. Now exposing those bouncing, suckable, lapping nips before his eyes. His subtle expression remains, but not his eyes leaving into temptation to eat you whole.

He gets another stroke of frosting to coat over your nipples. The sweet and touched fingers shivered you badly. He teases your nipples pinching them. Rin advantages this moment to see how tempting this would've been — breasts coated with frosting. The jaded emo stared, a hand slowly placed cupping your other breast peering below the meeking nip. Letting out his tongue to give a good sucking taste. You flinched —

"H-hmm—"

"Don't move, I'm just getting started..."

He replied intently focusing on sucking you. The sweet frosting invited his tastebuds turns him on. Rin never did such crude things to you over a food. Yet, it turns the hell out of the young Itoshi, murmuring how good you taste for him like a wolf munching his prey under. You're helpless — Rin toppled you in this mess for a special day turning into something steamy you didn't expect.

How juicy and perky your nipples glazed on his saliva, cleaned by his wet muscle that glided you electrical feelings you couldn't describe. Heavenly feeling, but lewd. Rin grunted once more as he continues to tease you switching to another breast sucking the left. Meanwhile his hands slide down to your pants, as if this is a difficult thing for the naughty puppeteer to get away with it. Just a few strokes under your denims — hurdling a moan. You can obviously sense his teasing are getting more aggressive and impatient. Although your pants are in the way, Rin growled annoyingly as he replaced his hand away — a thigh eagerly went to go in between yours rubbing it to get your clit some attention.

"R-rin wait— "

He didn't listen, Rin pauses looking up to you his bangs wavering his right eyes messily.

"This might take awhile..."

✧.*✧.*✧.*

All the minor teases and engaging of food that happened, the two of you couldn't get enough of this play. Rin had enough of the fun, things were about to hit real. He ordered for you to strip fully naked in front as you were sitting on the sofa — legs spread open. Rin was left in his usual cold expression but lies with devious schemes upon his sleeves. What a birthday blowout indeed for the young Itoshi to explore his inner desires after smudging lots of sticky frosting on top portion of your body. But, no it wasn't enough for him.

"Rin... I don't think I can spread it like this wide for you..." the mewling response coming from the shyness gut, Rin showed a sly smirk.

"Keep it that way... you ain't seen the rest of what I can do."

He nearly bends down to you, the cake was later ruined from all the taste testing, now for the fun part. Curiously Rin had a few frosting strokes to cover over your wet clit and slit gently through his fingers — you gasped.

"That's ahh... R-rin you're so dirty—"

As the lateral ignorance he pulled off, his eyes were glued onto your opening moist pussy. His fingers laid to play on them with frosting. Look how much of a treat you are.

"Perfect..."

Rin thought, you were concentrated over him blinking your eyes to watch his head go lower to your clit as he savors you. He flickered a tongue out to get the essence he wanted to smell — the smell that you belong to him, your beloved sex scent that alludes him deeply. You trembled under his touch, traveling your hand onto his head ruffling his dark hair. It encourages him to keep going as he eats you in absolute best. Whining and shaking on him. Your legs were stiffened trying to manage them wide open for Rin.

He was too busy eating your pussy down, but his hands grope your inner thighs for support, it relieved you as he goes. Still your hands are over his hair, moaning by his tongue play all over. He opened his mouth entering the sweet addiction brimming his tensions. You couldn't keep your legs open on one second as his hands were there assisting support.

"A-ahh... ahhh~ Rin, more—"

You cooed over, Rin definitely eats you good and feels you good down there. However, his lustful anticipation met with his crotch bulging over his pants. But that didn't matter at all for him to treat you first until he can order once more.

With a slick of his messy hair aside using his left hand away to brush a few strands, that send you off of the edge. You leaked juices onto his lapping mouth that Rin left without a single drop. He looks at you.

"You came badly, huh? I'm not done with you yet."

After a little tongue tease to your pussy his slender and long finger went to touch your slit first, a slow stroke of his finger shivered making you huffed another gasp of air — insatiable he does sinful things to your body completely aching for the young Itoshi below you.

You can feel your legs getting numb the longer he teases you, but Rin oh good Rin loves the sight of you being helpless against his grudges. His fingers went up to play and rub your clit melting you away.

"A-ah.... ahhh~ Rinrin—"

You purred, Rin's face came up closer, smirking.

"Beautiful response, that's what I love to hear..."

He keeps continuing to play that cute little nib of your pussy until you can't fully control yourself. With a mischief movement Rin does, adoring such sweet pleases coming from your cute voice. He lowered his strokes in — entering your walls through his brim. His long fingers feeling your clenching wet pussy leaking at your core.

"A-ahhh—! Ha— Rin please!"

"Please what, hm? You want this? I see what you're getting."

He pushes his fingers through, this time with force; going back and forth to feel the sore tightening walls. You tear a bit feeling the warmth below as Rin is focusing to make you loose yourself for him. Though at this point he'll have to save your orgasm for later —

"Don't cum until I say so, you hear that, baby? If you cum I'll make sure you won't be able to see lights tonight."

You meeked, crying over the river watching your pussy getting fingered by Rin's strokes over and over. Pleading to him as if you're chanting a prayer — helplessly oozing onto his command.

Rin enjoys this view and side of you getting weak so badly for him and he will keep you on the edge. Claiming that you are under his control. That you yearned for this moment belonging his touch. However, the growing grunts became erratic. Somehow looking at his own bulge through his pants — he won't be behaving at his own might doing finger fucking on you.

"Ah fuck this — "

He stopped halfway on meeting your orgasm, you almost left yourself feeling the urge to cum soon. But Rin demanded no.

You stared at the tall soccer player minding his own pants. He brought his fingers up to him mouth a bit licking your pre-cum. With a hint of smirk upon his face.

"Sweetest cake, dear..."

He turns over you leading his fingers to your lips poking it to have a taste of your own as well.

"Suck."

You obliged his request, lapping the tongue out of your mouth as you suck his fingers coated your cum — it taste like the cake from where he smudged all the way. Once that it has cleared, Rin intends to lower his pants, aching at the sight of his boxers showing his needy dick. Rin hissed by how hard it is, your arousal then arises by the view of his cock bulging visibly over his undergarment.

"Y-you need help? I can fix that...."

"Well, I don't mind a hand now, right? Be a good girl for me, stroke my cock while I finger you until I can fuck you any moment."

"Still not gonna let me cum?"

"Not until we both do."

Rin comes forward to your side of the sofa, he places himself; you volunteering to purr over as well. Slightly bringing your legs again wide open — little numb from earlier. You help Rin adjust his strap from his boxers away that jolts his cock out like a spring.

"Oh..." you gulped

"As if you've never seen my cock in ages, (Y/n)..." Rin commented hissing how it throbs out in front of you, chuckling.

"H-hurry... hand me."

You nodded, back in position this time — fingers are over again your walls gently. Rin's cock twitching by your hand those feathering strokes entices him so much that his head went up against the leaning cushion causing him to groan.

"Hnngh... ahh, (Y/n)..."

"R-rin..."

A playful interactions of you both, one's hand slowly rubbing his exciting friend for an invitation later while he fucks your pussy using his fingers that spreads you into milky heaven already sends you two into ravishing ecstasy. You couldn't help how hot it is — a teamwork better than how Rin could see in his soccer game.

"(Y/n)... don't stroke it faster. Let it be ah—"

Rin wants to keep this orgasm for the real fun part. But you couldn't help it as his dick craves for you wet muscles and mouth inside.

He sighed, taking your fingers out sensing you're about to cum for a moment.

"You bend over, come on... suck my cock."

"Okay..."

Bluntly Rin commands you bringing your mouth on his needy cock for a good head. A birthday boy giving so many requests on his special day indeed, it wouldn't mind you. You're feeling the similar arousal around his grip. You sat down on the floor meeting his cock as it twitches before your pleasing eyes. Your throat lumping needing to take this up a notch for some good dick. You placed your hand once more on his rod, Rin patiently looks at you as your eagerness to relief him makes your gut knot hard.

While your hand does the job, leaning your head on the tip slowly tasting his succulent pre-cum on the weehole that tingles you. Goosebumps left your body tasting his glucose fluids — Rin can't stand how good that felt. Hitching his breath under you, his hand moving towards your hair rubbing you as you bobbed your head a bit up and down for you to suckle his milky pre-cum.

"H-hey... don't — not so fast..."

The young Itoshi grunted, looking down at your bended figure pleasing his dick. Your eyes were intently gagged onto his hardening cock. Rin could feel he is about to cum any moment.

"(Y/n)... didn't I say not to make me cum just yet? You naughty Missy..."

He brought up his hand through your locks, encircling his hand around your head. He gripped a few strands forcing you to stop sucking his cock as you meet his lustful teal eyes.

You cooed at this rough moment. Rin pulled your hair the way it makes you feel so submissive to him. His pre cum was painted onto the corners of your mouth which he expects so. But not purposely going to reach his limits just yet —

He stayed still onto the sofa before he slowly let's go of your hair. He gestured his palm, patting his thigh while he examined your nude figure so helplessly. Another order to be prompted —

"H-huh?"

"This will be going all night for us... but, go get me a pack of condom by the drawers — I bet you have one..."

You nodded to his complaint, simply getting what it seems to be protected from a wild session. Rin wanted to savor his special day with you until you couldn't seem to fully compromise yourself to the limit. As you brought the condom along in your hand before Rin gently snatched it away. He breaks a tear of the condom using his mouth.

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