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one thing I dislike about the take that Dutch has ~always been that way~ and just kinda acted sane (as far as that works) for +20 years is that it paints Hosea as a complete fool.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think Hosea is completely untouchable, out of this world, a god amongst humans but he isn't stupid. As far as we are concerned he is a master at seeing through people, he reads them and tricks them like no other.
He's very smart and observant, often the one to take a step back and think things through thrice before investing into them and somehow you want to tell me he looked at loud, boisterous, energetic (supposedly manipulative) Dutch at the very beginning and thought "my god this guy is full of shit"?
Now, we don't really have any insight on how they really were before Blackwater or even years back when they took in Arthur but I truly and utterly believe that Dutch was making a real effort to do good, from the bottom of his heart, that he really tried to be better and ultimately failed. (and yeah, surely partly bc it stroked his ego but nonetheless)
Like, the first time we see, or rather hear that Dutch may be a little silly is in Colter, right after Blackwater when it was revelaed that he killed an innocent woman. This was also the very first severe stress situation we have "seen" Dutch in. He got lead on, maybe even set up after what sounded like a long period of luck and success and now him and everyone tagging along is in danger and everything has gone to shit.
The one that then seemed increasingly concerned and insisted on knowing what happened was Hosea. My thoughts are that Hosea knew that Dutch tended to act rash in stressful situations and that there was something nagging on his conscious, telling him that something went horribly wrong. Because he knew Dutch.
Dutch on the other hand started to grow desperate. He didn't just lose a ton of money and got the law after them all once again, but he also lost 3 members of the gang. 3 people to who he promised freedom and a good life gone just like that + he also started to feel the others losing hope and maybe he was confronted with the idea that maybe what he was doing wasn't as good and great as he has thought throughout all these years.
So he grows defensiv and even reckless because no, it can't be, him facing the fact that his time was not only over but he probably wasted all these years was a tad too painful, both for his ego but also for his being.
As time goes on he keeps slipping more and more since everything he does just seems to blow up right back into his face. The more he tries to fix the more to shit it goes and the desperation just seems to grow and grow.
So he clings to every little thing that keeps on making him believe that his cause is still good, that he's still doing right so he comes up with nonesense plans like Tahiti.
But most importantly, his probably biggest reminder still was Hosea. As long as Hosea was still there, still by his side it would be alright. Yeah, Hosea nags him all the time and they bicker and fight all the time, but he's still there, so that means he still believes in Dutch. With Hosea he could do it.
And then Hosea dies.
And the failure at the bank is so much worse than all the ones before because this time it wasn't Dutch that set things up, or Micah, or anyone else but it was Hosea. The very person that grounded him, that he clung to desperately to show him that his efforts are not in vain.
The disaster at the bank didn't only cost him Hosea, his life long partner, the person he trusted the most, but also the trust from the rest of the gang. John was already doubting him for some time now and now the others started to, too.
And maybe, maybe him doing all this what he thought of good these past years, saving and taking in people, wasn't the best for them at all. Maybe he doomed them more than anything.
But no, Micah is still at his side. And Bill. And Javier.
Well, if there's some people still believing in him then there has to be some truth to it, no?
Maybe Micah is right, maybe John is the rat. Or Abigail. Or Arthur.
Maybe all the others are just ungrateful. Maybe he gave them all and the moment he slips and fails they just leave?
Hosea woulnd't have. Hosea stayed with him.
Micah stayed with him.
And as he was on that mountain, looking at the boy he raised as his own, barely able to breath and all beaten up, telling him "I gave you all I had", that was the first time the realization of him not being as great, as good, as he hoped to be, as he tried to be, fully hit him and now he couldn't do anything but accept it. No denying it anymore, no deluding it. Just the cold truth.
#character study#kind of?#dutch van der linde#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#hosea matthews#tbh i dont think him hitting his head was the cause of him going silly#he was always just a little insane and just wanted to proof himself#this is not a dutch defend post btw any of u accuse me of that and im taking ur grandmas kneecaps#he was quite hot when he drowned bronte tho ill give him that#also tbh maybe him hitting his head was kind of part of his madness but absolutely not all of it#annies brainjuice#i wrote this in my free period looking like a piece of trash so if u see any mistakes in this or something go die idk
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Slytherin boys x reader (kinky shit vol.1)
lowk embarrassed because this is from my shortlived unhinged wattpad era, but here you go (i didn’t want this to just rot away in my google docs drafts), vol.2 in case you’re interested
Warnings: overstimulation kink, sexual content, no plot, mdni, yk the drill, not proof read
Mattheo Riddle:
He enjoys it so much when you continue to suck him after he just came down your throat. His tip is always hypersensitive, and he turns into a groaning and swearing mess when you swirl your tongue around it. Although he tries to control it, the occasional whimper slips through too. The feeling of pain and pleasure combined makes his swollen dick twitch in your mouth and come extremely quickly.
“Fuck princess, only you can make me feel like this”
Tom Riddle:
He will almost always tie you up, either to the headboard, or arms behind your back. After he comes inside you, he knows that you’re still sensitive.
Since he himself is too, he’ll shove three fingers in you and watch as you squirm and whimper from the overwhelming sensation. Your insides are barely able to handle the immediate penetration and start to feel like they’re twisting. He’ll either tell you to beg for release or for him to stop. “Use your words, doll”/“You’re such a fucking slut for me, you deserve whatever I do to you”/“Beg for it you desperate slut”
You always come a minimum of three times, and he will make sure that you can barely walk afterwards. The control that he has over you just turns him on all the more.
Theodore Nott:
After you finish, he’ll tell you to finger yourself and to come once more. He enjoys having the power over you and you being obedient. Of course you do what he wants, painfully so and during it, he’ll control your speed and the amount of fingers. “Good girl, doing whatever I tell her to”/“Such a good girl for me”/“Come on, I know you can do it”
You also love all the praise, so you always make sure to put on a show for him.
After the pleasurable torture you put yourself through, he always gives you sweet aftercare.
Blaise Zabini:
He especially loves it when you ride him. Normally he wants both of you to come at the same time, but sometimes he tells you to control yourself a little after he came already. Then, after he came, he’ll tell you to keep going at his own expense, and watches you as you use him for your own pleasure. Every time you clench around him a moan slips out as he goes completely insane from the overstimulation on his already exhausted cock. It makes him feel incredibly turned on, to be at your mercy and to be used. Yes princess, use me all you want”/“All this is yours”/“Fuck you look hot on top of me”
Enzo Berkshire:
Overstimulation is one of his biggest kinks, so any way, shape or form of it is always extremely welcome. You make sure to do it to the point where he is completely out of breath and can only whimper under your control. After doing it, you sometimes wrap your hand around him and jerk him to come once more. At that point he’s already a moaning mess and his dick is consistently red and leaking. “Please can I cum?”/“You make me feel so good”
Instead of your hand, you also use your mouth sometimes. You deepthroat him for maximum pleasure and you feel his hips bucking and begging for renewed release.
Draco Malfoy:
For him it involves a bit of temp play too, but after both of you finish he’ll get a few ice cubes to drag out your post-orgasm pleasure. He’ll slowly drag them along your hardened nipples, all the way to your clit, holding the cube in place there. The sudden change in temperature always brings out uncontrollably loud moans from you and makes you squirm around. As soon as you move too much, he’ll shove one cube inside you, which causes you to melt into a whimpering mess. “Bad girls need to be punished”/“You look so pathetic, barely being able to stay still”
#slytherin boys#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys x you#mattheo riddle x reader#draco malfoy x reader#lorenzo berkshire x reader#theodore nott x you#tom riddle x you#slytherin boys smut#mattheo riddle smut#theodore nott x reader#blaise zabini x you#draco malfoy smut#theodore nott#mattheo riddle#tom riddle#lorenzo berkshire#blaise zabini#draco malfoy#harry potter smut#lorenzo berkshire x you
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Pointing out little moments and details of my fav s3 scene.
choir practice scene • episode 2
this scene caught me so off guard, in the best way possible.
it only took simon's "you should do an activity you actually like" for wilhelm to drop everything and choose getting to spend more time with him!
simon's reaction at wille joining the choir was also mine: he can't believe his eyes and keeps looking back at him with the brightest smile on his face. and simon shifting wille's attention to where the song lyric is bc it's all new to him is adorable.
wilhelm's little proud smirk between the kisses while simon is so into it: he knew and imagined simon's surprised and happy reaction to all this, but i bet he was thriving to see it up until this very moment. so he might just be thinking that he made the best choice of his life.
having to practice and wait for everyone to leave was probably torture for simon, when all he really wanted to do since wille came in was this (simon's main love language is clearly acts of service btw *cough*). he felt important, cared for, loved - and couldn't wait to reciprocate it.
also, he's holding the key chain and happens to do the middle finger with the same hand. if you look at it as a way of saying 'mind your own business' to us is quite funny.
simon setting the rhythm and wilhelm fully going along with it. they don't even separate their lips before leaning in for another kiss - melting into it. they literally said 'no need to catch air bc we're already breathing each other in'.
simon not breaking physical contact even once. his hands are the third main character in this scene: they act like a glue for their bodies and carry so much passion. it is peak chemistry.
going on his tiptoes to push himself as close as possible and clinging to wille for dear life is the most simon thing he's ever done. love really brings out the cuddliest version of him.
smiling into the kisses and out of the kisses? insane of them if you ask me (i support it) (keep doing it lovers).
wille smiling and biting his lip bc he's the one overwhelmed by simon's presence now. physical touch is his love language and he's flooded with simon's - he must feel the luckiest boyfriend on earth.
one of their greatest proofs of love has always been to provide each other's comfort by being exactly what they lack receiving from other people or what they need most of the times - it's a constant learning of how to give and take.
they can't get enough of it: it's not even only about the kissing but more about their need to just keep pulling the other closer, leaning into each other, slowing their movements to not leg go yet but take time to touch and deeply feel instead - wille's face speaks for itself. this hug is so intimate ugh.
it's finally shown a glimpse of wille's hand on simon's back! it was always there obv but it's nice to see it more properly.
wilhelm obsessing over simon's neck and simon who tilts his head back to make it more accessible. wille could've done it all and trace the path with kisses - simon wished - but the boy knew what he was doing!
the way simon looks up at him and wille rubs their noses back and forth, keeping his eyes on him, gives me butterflies.
they're super affectionate and it's the easiest thing for them to do. the intimacy that comes with their whispering, their own personal space becoming one for both of them to share bc it's safer, warmer, a lot more comfortable. everything is such a manifesto of how much they genuinely adore each other - it's what makes this the it scene for me.
their bottom lips touching are sooo *internally screaming*.
wilhelm stands still to let simon's lips brush past his own and simon's cheek resting against wille's lips to enjoy the feeling a little longer. they look so peaceful.
it happens after wille's "i like listening to you sing": they went from "he likes it when i sing" / "i do too, don't i?" (locker room's fight in s2) to wilhelm actually telling him that listening to his voice is one of the main reasons he joined the choir. it has to be extremely special for simon to finally hear it.
idk if it's just my mind making this up but let's pretend simon is kissing wille's neck here!
wilhelm picking simon up by the waist to carry him elsewhere and keep the thing going more privately. that's my wille.
can you believe this is the face of someone who's saying that he needs to go? to not miss the bus? he just looks crazy in love to me.
wille's laugh is cute! and simon throwing his stuff on the floor bc the priority was to push his boyfriend against the lockers to make out will never not be funny.
also, @allthefakepeople once said the only thing that could've made this scene even more perfect is if simon paused when walking away and ran back to wille to steal a quick goodbye kiss - ahhh i'd have been so here for it!
#sorry not sorry for rambling#this scene deserves all the praise#young royals#young royals analysis#yr s3#choir practice scene#wilhelm x simon#wilmon
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જ⁀➴ casting couch 𐙚 wonbin
part of the riize as porn plots series.
summary - as a newbie to the porn industry you go through the same hazing process as everyone else. the casting couch. you were just as nervous as you were excited when you found out famed porn star park wonbin would be conducting your interview.
wc - 4.3k
warnings - experienced porn star!wonbin x amateur female porn star!reader, dom wonbin dom! wonbin, finger sucking, hair pulling, nipple play, oral f and m receiving, face fucking, spitting, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, being recorded.
a/n: sorry for taking so long !!!! i've been sick really sick , don't recommend it. i'm still sick but i've been trying to finish this up for a while!!! i hope you enjoy, not proof read!!
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“all you have to do for the mean time is sit there and look pretty, once the shoot starts we’ll ask you a question or two and then wonbin will come in and talk to you, sound good?” you nodded at the director, trying to not let the bright lights blind you too much as he spoke “try not to worry about the cameras too much, pretend like we’re not even here”
it felt strange to say the least, you’d never been on such a high budget set before, everything you’d done was alone in the space of your own bedroom or filmed on a shitty low quality camera, something to do with amateur porn was that they loved their dark lighting and low resolution cameras. so this was all so new to you, daunting in a way, but nothing was as daunting as working with park wonbin.
wonbin was one of the most famous porn stars within your generation, he was pushing 22 and had only been active in the industry for around a year but that meant nothing, once people got him in their sights they never let go. you understood the obsession, wonbin was one of the most gorgeous men you’d even seen. big pretty eyes, longish hair, toned body and that gold, glistening necklace that always adorned his pretty neck, he beat everyone else by at least a mile. he also knew how to fuck, every video he had been in he had easily reduced the female start to tears with his cock. he was filthy, messy. rough. the dream.
one thing about wonbin was that he was incredibly difficult to hire, he may have been a porn start but he was still cautious about where he put himself and who he stuck himself inside of. people don’t approach wonbin, he approaches them, so it was a shock to you when his manager contacted you saying wonbin wanted to work with you personally. he was searching for an official partner to work with, so he wouldn’t have to rotate between women, it baffled you when you found out he wanted to do a casting cough interview because he thought you’d be perfect for the job. you accepted the offer immediately, you would’ve been insane to not take it. even if you didn’t get the job in the end, you would’ve been walking out of here having been fucked by park wonbin, that’s enough of an achievement for you.
“wonbin’s here, all we’re gonna do is ask you a few questions, try and act a bit ditsy just for the show, you ready?”
“yes” the female makeup artist crouched in front of you, gently dabbing a brush against your lips before standing up.
“you’ll do great” you smiled and thanked her. you weren’t wearing much, just a short dress that hugged the top half of your body, pushing your tits together and flowed out a little bit at the bottom, it barely covered your ass but it didn’t matter, you had nothing on underneath the dress anyway.
the camera man sat in the chair across from the black couch you were perched on, he held the large camera on his shoulders as the director cued for the shoot to begin. it was quiet as you waited for the camera man to talk he spent a few seconds just recording you playing with you hair and smiling to yourself.
“you ever done this before?” you forced a giggle at the camera man’s question.
“i’m not a virgin silly” you twirled your hair around your finger, playing along to any other question he asked before you heard the door handle turn. lord, he was here. you weren’t necessarily nervous about the shoot, but you were nervous about meeting wonbin.
you gulped when he opened the door, shutting it behind him before turning to look at you, a small smile played on his plump lips as he eyed you. he didn’t say anything at first, he let your eyes flick down his body. he wore a lose white shirt with a low neck line, collarbones on show with his necklace sat gently against his skin. he was insanely gorgeous, there was no doubt that he caused a thirst to erupt inside of anyone that looked at him.
“aren’t you just the prettiest little thing” he reached a hand out to hold your jaw, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. he pulled it down causing you to open your mouth before he placed his thumb flat on your tongue, watching as you closed your lips around the digit and sucked on it, tongue slowly lifting to circle around it. the one little action had wonbin hooked already, he had wanted to fuck you from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. he’d stumbled across a video of you fucking yourself with some toy in your bedroom, the way you whined when you first pushed the toy into your sopping cunt had his cock throbbing and the sight of your abused cunt after you’d finished playing with yourself had him spilling all over his hand. wonbin had to give it to you, not many people could make him cum from a video alone but you had him with your very first one. that’s when he knew he needed to have you.
wonbin was a natural, he didn’t seem phased one bit that there were cameras filming him, it felt as if he actively ignored them and done whatever he wanted, what he would’ve done even if they weren’t there. you admired it but it also turned you on, he was so shameless, as of he knew you’d accept anything he wanted to do, even if it was going as far to humiliate you in front of the millions of people who would inevitably be watching this video.
“got the perfect lips for sucking cock, don’t you?” you nodded, humming around his thumb whilst looking up at him, not breaking eye contact as you took his thumb deeper into your mouth. he grabbed your hair with his free hand, pulling your mouth off of his thumb before looking down at you. his hand dropped to the front of your dress, fingers hooking over the neckline before pulling it down, exposing your bare tits to him. he squeezed one in his hand, slowly loosening his grip before pinching your nipple, pulling it away from your body before letting it go.
“why don’t you find out?” wonbin pushed his tongue against his cheek, amused at your question. of course he wanted to find out, he’d be an idiot not to.
“show me, baby”
you stood up from the sofa, falling to your knees and looking up at him as your fingers went to the zipper of his jeans. wonbin parted his lips as he watched you, eyes trained on yours whilst you pulled his cock out of his jeans. he had nothing on underneath the rough fabric, he was ready for whatever you were willing to give him.
you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, pumping him in your hand, thumb brushing over his slick tip each time you reached his head. you brought your other hand up to push up his shirt, nails lightly digging into the skin of his abs as you lifted yourself to press your tongue against them, saliva wetting his skin whilst you traced his abs with your tongue. you felt wonbin shiver slightly under the touch of your tongue. his eyes stayed on your as your tongue got lower until it left his skin, hand still pumping his cock as you stuck your tongue out and pressed it against the side of it. letting his cock rest against your tongue before you closed your lips around the tip.
wonbin groaned as he felt your tongue press into the slit of his cock, the taste of his precum filled your mouth as you took him a little deeper before taking yourself off of him. you held him in your hand as you collected as much saliva as you could in your mouth, moving your head to spit on the end of his cock before wrapping your lips around him once more.
park wonbin was the only man you wanted to impress, so that’s what you done. slowly inching your mouth lower on his cock with each bob of your hea, your eyes still on his, you took him until there was no more of his cock to take, gagging around him slightly but no letting it stop you. wonbin loved the sight beneath him, your nose pressed against his abdomen with each push of your head forward, eyes watering and spit falling from your lips. the sounds you were making were downright filthy, you sounded like you were enjoying sucking his cock and that just made wonbin harder.
he watched cautiously as you pulled your mouth off of his cock, closing your eyes and letting out a few deep breaths as a string of saliva still connected you to him. wonbin’s hand found your hair, brushing it out of your face before gripping it and pulling it back so you had no choice to look at him, he expected you to be surprised by his actions, maybe moan, what he didn’t expect was for you to smile at him and let out what he could only describe as a sadistic laugh.
“do you want to use my mouth, binnie?” he almost groaned at your words, deciding to hold himself back and laugh back at you instead.
“you know exactly what i want, doll” you kept the smile on your face as you watched him wrap other hand around his cock, keeping the other in your hair. he could see the excitement in your eyes even when he guided his cock into your mouth, you leaned closer to him and held the backs of his thighs as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. you let him use you, his thrusts gradually increasing in speed as he fucked your mouth, fingers tightening their grip on your hair the longer it went on. eventually you had tears falling from your eyes, but the look you had in them urged him to keep going, you were more than happy to let him use your throat until he was filling it with cum but wonbin had other ideas.
at some point he had to pull his cock out of the warmth of your mouth, if he didn’t he was going to cum and wonbin didn’t want to do that until he had your sweet cunt wrapped around him instead. he pulled you off of him by your hair, watching as you gasped for breath but still smiled up at him. you still looked so pretty with tears falling from your eyes and your lips wet and swollen. wonbin wanted nothing more than to ravage you and make a mess of you, he wanted to see you wrecked because of him, he wanted everyone to see how pretty you’d look all fucked out because of his cock.
wonbin signalled you to stand up by pulling on your hair slightly, you followed his instructions, finding his lips on yours as soon as you were up. the kiss wasn’t gentle, his tongue pushed into your mouth only seconds after he placed his lips against yours. his felt soft, it was a drastic comparison to how filthy his tongue felt in your mouth.
“you’re almost too good at sucking cock” his fingers move your head away from his by pulling at your hair “might need to keep that pretty little mouth all to myself” wonbin pressed his thumbs against your bottom lip before laughing, fingers tightening in your hair as he turned your head to look at the camera, hand dropping from your mouth to squeeze your tits again “everyones gonna be so jealous of me when this video comes out, doll”. you shivered as you felt his lips by your ear, lips parting so you could whine at how he was treating you.
wonbin’s hand fell from your hair to unzip the back of your dress, watching you as the straps fell down your arms and the dress fell to the floor. his fingers trailed down your bare back before reaching your ass, squeezing it in his hand before pulling it back so he could strike it against you. you moaned at the rough contact of his hand hitting your ass, wonbin just laughed.
“you’re so fun to play with”
“bet i’ll be even more fun to fuck” you turned to look at wonbin with a smile on your face, he groaned as his eyes flicked down your body. your fingers pushed the material of his shirt up, tracing his abs as you pushed it over his head.
“i can’t wait to find out” once you pushed his jeans down properly you took a proper look at wonbin, he was utterly delicious from head to toe. every inch of him was devourable.
you weren’t sure what his next actions would be, you let yourself try to be natural in front of the camera whilst his fingers touched your body. it took you by surprise when he curled them around your waist and pushed you down onto the sofa, your back almost sticking to the material immediately due to the layer of sweat that had accumulated on your skin. you watched wonbin carefully as he dropped to knees in front of you, fingers digging into your inner thighs as he held your legs apart.
“hold them” he gestured for you to hold your legs apart and replace his hands with your own, as soon as you did he was bringing his fingers to your pussy, using both hands to spread apart your lips so he could get a clear look at you. he let the camera see, he let it watch the way you whimpered when he lightly brushed his finger over your swollen nub and he let it watch as he collected as much saliva as he could in his mouth before spitting onto your cunt. you gasped at the filthiness of his action, taken by surprise but incredibly turned on as you felt his spit drip from your cunt.
wonbin pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, licking a direct line from your hole to your clit, sopping up every drop of spit and your slick he could with his tongue before spitting it back onto your clit. wonbin was filthy, you could already tell that he liked it wet and messy, he liked you wet and messy.
something else wonbin really liked was the way you tasted, the taste of your cunt filled his mouth and took over all of his sense, he was obsessed from the first lick. you melted against his tongue, filled his tastebuds with your sweetness whilst digging your fingers into your own skin. the camera stayed next to you both as he continued to lick at your cunt, moving closer to where wonbin’s lips wrapped around your clit and he harshly sucked on the nub before releasing it and flicking his tongue over it, all whilst continuing to hold the lips of your pussy open with his fingers.
the feeling of wonbin’s tongue flicking over your clit was indescribable, it sent shivers through your body as the pleasure over took you. your nails dug deeper into your thighs as you tried to keep them open for him, eyes watching the way he buried himself into your cunt and lapped up every drop of slick that you had. you wanted nothing more than to push your fingers into his hair and pull on the strands but you knew he wanted you completely open for him, it made it easier for him to abuse your clit with his tongue and leave you a wreck because of it.
you weren’t sure if his goal was to make you cum, considering he didn’t let you make him cum you half expected him to do the same to you but he didn’t. once wonbin got a taste of you, he needed to feel your cum fill his mouth, need the taste of it to completely overtake all of his senses. you were the sweetest thing he’d ever had the chance to taste and he wasn’t going to let that go so easily.
so he pressed his face a little closer to you, positioning himself so he could quickly flick his tongue over your clit, he tortured the swollen nub before his lips closed around it once more. he had no plans to let you relax as he sucked on it and pressed his tongue against it, he loved the way he could see your thighs tremble from the corner of his eyes and how your eyes stayed on him despite the fact you were falling apart. he knew part of you was putting on a show for the camera, trying to keep somewhat of a professional front despite the fact he was making you lose your mind.
wonbin lifted his head for a moment, your slick covered his lips as he looked at you “you’re gonna cum on my tongue” his words were short and to the point, it took it by surprise when his hands pushed away yours and replaced them on your thighs, stretching you by pressing them further apart and diving back into your cunt. tongue licking up your slit, circling your hole and pressing in so he could coat himself in you again before he pressed his tongue flat against you and licked up to your clit.
wonbin groaned against you when he felt your fingers grab and pull at his hair, the vibration of his groan made your back arch, hips bucking forward to be closer to his face. he let you grind yourself into him as you whined, babbling about being close.
“i’m close god wonbin i’m so close” the camera was a little further back now, it captured the entire sight of wonbin holding you down and licking up every last drop that left you. you were sure before going into this that you weren’t going to be as into it due to the cameras and the people around you two but wonbin took that thought away from you. somehow he made the experience more intense, wonbin was definitely talented with his tongue and he was eagerly to make you cum with it.
your words caused wonbin’s lips to close around your clit, he was determined to push you over the edge with his mouth, he needed it to happen before he could even think about fucking you. he knew he was pushing you closer with the way he sucked on your cunt, he could feel the way you was harshly pulling at the strands of his hair and how you cried out his name. your voice was higher in pitch, moans coming out in frequent and desperate tones. he felt your clit throb under his tongue as your orgasm hit you, he kept his lips wrapped around it just to be sure he gave you the most intense orgasm possible.
you were shaking by the time wonbin pulled away and let go of your legs but he didn’t give you time to calm down before he was standing up and grabbing you, he manhandled you in the position he wanted you in. he had you knelt on the sofa, your forearms resting over the back of it as he pressed on your lower back and made your arch your ass out. you felt the tip of his cock press against your overstimulated clit, your thighs shook at the sudden contact.
wonbin looked down at his cock, lips parting to let a string of spit fall onto it. he pumped his spit over his cock whilst dragging the head down to your clenching hole, wonbin groaned at the feeling of your wetness seeping onto his cock, he couldn’t wait to fuck you. he watched carefully as he pressed the tip of his cock inside of you, the camera being close to where the two of you were connected in order to get the perfect shot.
the stretch you felt as he pushed inside of you made your head spin, the groan he let out only caused you to tighten more around him, wonbin was sure that if you squeezed around him anymore he wouldn’t be able to move “you’re so fucking tight around me”. wonbin’s own voice sounded shaky as he spoke to you, a deep husk surrounding his tone as he pressed the rest of his cock inside of you “starting to think no one’s fucking you right, sweet girl”.
he gave you a few moments to catch your breath but it wasn’t enough, the moment he pulled out of you and pushed back in he was taking your breath away. whilst his movements weren’t exactly rough to start off with, the force behind his thrusts had your thighs shaking, the intensity of your previous orgasm staying with you as he dragged his cock along your walls.
wonbin had his hands on each cheek of your ass, his nails dug into the skin of them as he pulled them apart to be able to watch himself slide into you, each time his cock left you it came out wetter than before. he was obsessed. he was sure to let the camera see it too, letting it focus on the way his cock stretched your open and wedged itself as deep as it could go inside of you.
his hands moved, he leaned forward to wrap his hand around your neck whilst his other hand held your jaw, his thrusts speeding up and gaining more power behind them. with how he was holding your jaw you couldn’t close your mouth, moans of his name fell from you because of it, curses following behind.
“gonna let them see you, pretty girl?” wonbin’s voice hit your ear as he pressed his lips against your neck, the camera found its way in front of you, recording the way his fingers dug into your skin and how you cried out his name “everyone gonna be so jealous of me” his voice was barely a whisper in your ear, as if he didn’t want the camera to pick up on the words he was whispering to you “need everyone to see how well i fuck your perfect little pussy”.
you could only whine as he spoke to you, his words falling into a groan as you tightened your grip around him and began fucking yourself back against his cock. the camera man walked around the two of you, the camera being focused on the scene of wonbin fucking into you harshly from behind whilst you met his thrusts. you were a wreck as his fingers tightened their grip on your throat, your moans turning broken and your fingers digging a little deeper into the back of the sofa.
“feel so good, binnie” you choked out, wonbin felt as if he was at least four thrusts away from spilling his cum inside of you so he pulled out. his hands left your skin as he stepped backwards before they found you again, fingers digging into your hips as he turned you around, your back was propped up by the arm of the sofa as he knelt against the sofa and spread your legs apart.
wonbin groaned as he pushed his cock back into you, he kept your legs spread as he began fucking you again. he watched the way your cunt took his cock eagerly, he found himself engrossed in the way your cunt spoke to him with each harsh thrust he made forward, how it let out wet cries and squeezed around him. it was just as pornographic as your moans were, wonbin thought you were perfect.
“gonna fill you up so well” he was close and he was sure to let you know, he needed to hear you begging him to fill you up with him cum and have it leak out of you.
“please” was all you could whine out, wonbin repositioned your legs, letting one hook over his shoulder whilst the other fell to the floor, he moved his body to cage in yours as he fucked you, hide hands grabbed yours and pinned them down against the arm of the sofa either side of your head. you tried to focus on his face as his hair fell in front of his eyes but you found yourself watching his necklace that hovered over your face, barely grazing the skin of your lips with each sharp thrust. the star that hung off of the chain glistened under the harsh lights of the room, you found yourself mesmerised by it, knowing you’d be lying in bed later that night picturing the way it swung over your face.
“gonna make me cum so hard, doll” wonbin had a whine in the tone of his voice as you squeezed around him, one of his hands left yours so he could press it against your clit, he used his other hand to run his fingers through his hair as he leaned back on his knees, hair falling back into his eyes as he fucked into you. he was sweaty, his body glistened under your gaze, as did his face. you found it hard to believe you were being fucked by a man who looked that good and wanted to make you cum again “cum around my cock, sweet girl”.
you were more than happy to listen to his words, your cunt clenching harder around his cock as he drove you to the brink of your orgasm. your moans got louder, your legs shook and your fingers reached out for something, anything to grip onto as your orgasm washed over you.
then it was wonbin’s turn to cum, his thrusts grew more frantic as his fingers dug into your thighs once more. he was determined to cum, determined to fuck you full of his cum and have everyone watch him claim you as his. and that’s exactly what he done, the after maths of your orgasm had you clenching tightly around him, squeezing his cock for everything he has as he came inside of you, thrusts slowly until he was barely dragging his cock against your walls. wonbin came with a broken moan of a short fuck, he made sure he didn’t pull out of you until every drop was inside of you.
wonbin’s final show for the camera was by slowly pulling his cock out if you, he was sure to watch the way his cum slowly built up at your entrance and seeped out of you, letting the camera catch every moment of it.
“i think you’ll be perfect for the job”.
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And yes, he was thankful for that space, honestly, he needed it more than he could even explain. Every time he closed his eyes he saw his parents strapping him down to the operating table. To his sister finding him when she came back for spring break three months later and trying to rip Jack away from Danny’s broken body, only for her to be thrown back. They said that she had hit her head on in just the right spot on the corner of the table. That her death had been painless. Danny had waited, hoping to see his sister come back as a ghost but she never did.
The anger had welled up inside of him, though, enough for him to break out of his bindings and run to Sam’s house for help. From there it had been quick. The Fentons had no proof that Danny was a ghost, Jazz was dead in their lab and Danny had a large vivesection wound held together by pins and needles.
From there it had gone by fast. Bruce Wayne had heard his story and opened his doors to him, an offer that Danny was quick to accept considering his only other option was Vlad and that was a major no for him. Danny had gotten stitched up rather quickly and the Fentons had been taken to trial where they had both been found incompetent by the courts and were sent to some prison for the mentally insane in the midwest. Thank the Ancients it wasn’t Arkham.
But things were starting to settle now. Danny was healed up. They had finally held a funeral for Jazz. And he was set to start school at Gotham Academy with his new little brother, Damian. Things were finally starting to settle.
Things were starting to settle and Danny was finally able to really look at his new family and notice the strange things about them. Honestly, coming from a weird family himself, he was more able to spot the bullshit from others. The first he had noticed was Damian. Apparently he hadn’t ocme to live with the Waynes until he was ten and Bruce had discovered he had a biiological son he had never known about.
Damian was fourteen now and he wasn’t normal, if Danny was going to be honest. Danny knew that the teenager had at least four weapons on him at all times. He had thrown a knife at Danny’s head one of his first nights here when Danny had made a joke that the kid didn’t like. He also struggled to understand common cues and comments, but not in a neurodivergent way. In a way that he had genuinely grown up without ever hearing about those things and it had Danny curious.
The others were strange too. Tim seemed like he had never slept, like he barely operated at all. Duke always looked at Danny like he had seen a ghost and tended to keep his distance more than their other siblings did. Cass looked at him the same way some of Danny’s rogues did, like she was watching his every single move. Jason reeked of death every time Danny saw him. The souls that latched onto him showed that he had taken quite a few lives. And not only that, but everyone in this family smelled and felt like they had all died and come back. He had never met a family so liminal outside of Amity Park.
Even Dick, the most normal of the siblings was liminal. It was throwing Danny for a loop because no one else in Gotham seemed to feel this way. So what were they hiding? Was this why they wanted Danny to join their family? Because like called to like and they knew Danny was something different?
Or was Bruce telling the truth when he had said that he had seen a teenage boy lose everything in a day and decided he couldn’t not help out?
It had been two months now and if he was going to be really honest, Danny was starting to grow bored. No more ghost fights, no more running from the Fentons, hell Bruce had even decided that he was going to go after the GIW and the Anti-Ecto Acts because even though he didn’t know Danny was actually a ghost, he found the acts ghastly and problematic. Danny nearly hugged him when he had said so. But the more bored he got, the more curious he seemed to get as well, he needed to know what was going on with this family.
“It’s not like they would know if I decided to take a look around. I live here,” he murmured to himself, staring at the fire crackling within the fireplace, still chewing on his thumbnail. “All I’m doing is seeing what kind of fruit loop my new dad is. All billionaires hide something and Bruce is definitely hiding something,” he reasoned to himself.
The halfa shook his head, the curiosity was going to drive him absolutely insane if he didn’t go and snoop. He stood from where he laid curled up on the couch and trekked back up to his bedroom. A room that was literally through times the size of his old bedroom.
It was still hard to believe that this was his life now. He carefully locked his bedroom door and felt the familiar rings of light wash over him before he transformed into his ghost form. The sixteen year old smiled at the familiar feel of intangibility wash over him and he slowly sunk through the floor, staying invisible as he went through each room of the house that was not a bedroom, looking through each one carefully to see if anything jumped out at him.
Then he made it to Bruce’s office just as Bruce himself stepped out of a door hidden behind an old grandfather clock and that’s when Danny knew he had caught him. Of course this was too good to be true! Bruce was far too perfect to not have something hidden deep inside.
He flew through the wall and found himself in an elevator and frowned before continuing down, down, down until he found himself in a large cave underneath the cave.
“Holy shit Batman,” he whispered as he started to fly around the stalacites, taking in the Batcomputer, the weird prizes the different vigilantes had one in their countless rogue fights. His eyes widened as he found Tim typing furiously at the Batcomputer, bags deep under his eyes and Danny took a look at what he was working on and held back a gasp.
When Bruce had said he was going to get rid of the GIW and the Anti-Ecto Acts he hadn’t really thought too much of it. It was Bruce Wayne, the playboy extraordinare who cared about all social causes that came across his desk.
But to know that the Bats were investigating it? With the Justice League? Danny’s mind was blown. He watched as Tim fought through the firewalls that Danny, Tucker, and Technus had set up to keep Amity Park a secret from the rest of the world and glanced down at his new older brother before back up at the screen and let out a sigh.
He could at least make their job easier.
He flew into the computer and started to break through each of the firewalls that they had put in place one by one before Tucker and Technus zoomed in on him.
Tucker had become just liminal enough to learn how to go into technology. He gave Danny a disapproving look as Technus stared at all the hard work they had done be ruined by Danny.
“What are you doing in here?” Tucker demanded, his eyes bright green as he stared Danny down.
“Red Robin is trying to get rid of the acts,” Danny said with a small smile. “Let him learn everything he can. I trust the Bats.”
Tucker and Technus scowled.
“Fine, Ghost Boy. Now get out of our territory before you destroy it even more,” Technus said, glaring at Danny over his sunglasses. Danny just grinned and flew out of the computer once more to find Tim dialing a number on his cellphone furiously.
“Babs! I finally got in! I don’t know what happened but all of the firewalls fell and Jesus Christ it’s worse than I thought. The Fentons recorded their experiments on Danny,” he said and Danny shuddered as he looked at the scream, hearing his screams fall on deaf ears. He had Tucker hide all of the video tapes as soon as he could to make sure that no one would see proof that Danny was more than just a human. But if they were going to get rid of the Anti-Ecto Acts then they needed all the proof that they could get that ghosts were sentient creatures.
He flew out of the Batcave quickly and made it back to his room where he turned back into his human form. Now he needed to decide. Did he tell the Waynes that he knew their secret? Or did he leave it alone?
He pursed his lips and fell back onto his bed as he fell into thought about it. Once Tim got through all of the videos, he was going to know that Danny was different, that he wasn’t just a normal human boy. Especially when he would get to the part where they cut Danny’s arm off and it grew back just a few days later.
Right now the ball was in his court, though. He knew that the bats were going to know that he was different, but he didn’t know if they were going to say anything about it. He could play with this. He grinned to himself.
He could have some fun with this.
…
“Danny! Dinner’s ready!” Duke called through his door and Danny grinned and headed out, already having come up with a plan for how he’s going to fuck with the bats.
He wanted to see how far he could push them until they admitted that they knew his secret and and that they were the bats. He wondered how long his new family could hold out before giving in and saying something.
So with that, Danny opened the door and grinned at Duke, who he now realized was the day time hero signal and explained why he not only kept his distance but looked at Danny like he had a second head most of the time. Now that he thought about it, Duke probably could see his true form and wouldn’t that be fun to mess with.
While Phantom was technically tucked away in Danny’s core, he was visible for those who could see beyond the veil. Duke was someone who could see beyond that veil and if Danny focused just enough he could alter his ghost form without even being in that form.
“Hey, thanks for grabbing me,” Danny said, imagining Phantom with ecto dripping from his eye sockets, his fangs grew longer and longer and his eyes turned pitch black. Phantom was looking like he came straight from a nightmare from what Danny could see in his mind’s eye and he smiled as Duke cringed away from him slightly.
“Of course,” he stammered out nervously. “Are you doing okay?”
Danny grinned, perking up slightly. “Yeah, I’m doing great actually. I’m really excited for school tomorrow. Why do you ask?”
Duke just shook his head and shuddered lightly. “No reason.”
The two continued down to the dinner table and took their seats. Tim trudged in just a few minutes later and his eyes immediately fell onto Danny’s form. His eye twitched slightly as they raced up and down Danny’s body, taking in all of Danny’s limbs and noting that his facial features were all there.
“Are you okay, Tim?” Danny asked with a frown, his lips twisting up slightly.
Tim just stared at him warily and nodded once. “I am, are you? Doing okay, that is?” He asked, nerves apparent in his voice.
Danny just smiled and tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, as far as I can tell I’m okay. It’s funny, Duke was worried about my wellbeing too. It’s really nice, though. I wish I had someone asking if I was okay when my parents had removed my eyes during one of their sessions with me,” he said just as Alfred set a plate before him, the porcelain clattering against the table as he tried to recover from shock.
“You mean like, blindfolded you, right?” Dick asked hesitantly, looking up from his own plate of food and Danny just grinned and shook his head.
“Nope,” he said, popping the P. “I’m pretty sure my da-Jack used a melon baller to remove them, it was very painful and weird experience,” he said with a slight shudder. It was the frist time he had mentioned out loud some of the trauma he had experienced at the hands of the Fentons. And if he was being honest, it felt rather cathartic for him to actually talk about the torutre he had endured. Sure, judging from the horrified expressions of his new family members, it might not be hte most comfortable conversation but for him, it was nice to just say it, out loud.
His parents had tortured him. Had ripped him apart molecule by molecule and his body just forced him to regenerate, the electric ectoplasm that brought him back that fateful day in the portal continued to live inside of him, continued to bring him back from death over and over. It had made him realize that there’s a good chance that he was immortal. That his human half may never actually die.
And that was a terrifying thought.
Danny just happily continued eating his dinner, ignoring the horrified stares all around him. Oh yeah, this was going to be so much fun, he could feel it in his core.
….
It was a few nights later when Danny woke up to his stomach growling at like three in the morning. And of course, that mean he needed to go down to the kitchens and rifle through the refrigerator to find something to eat.
In all honesty, he had a major hankering for some fruit loops. Which led to him digging through the pantry that Alfred kept stocked up on all of Dick’s favorite cereals since he was the one who primarily ate them. He let his eyes glow in the dark as he searched, too lazy to turn on the lights and not particularly wanting to have the light ruin his post sleep glow. He dug around until finally find the box of sugary, fruity goodness and silently cheered to himself. Now he just needed to get some milk and a bowl and he would be a very happy ghost.
Danny allowed the box to float to the kitchen counter before he skipped towards the fridge and hummed. Did he want oatmilk, almond milk, whole milk, ancients there were so many options for milk.
He let out a hiss as the lights flickered on in the kitchen and slowly allowed his head to spin around on his neck to glare at whomever was evil enough to turn on the lights in the middle of the night. An ear piercing scream shook through the manor as Dick scrambled away from Danny and oh what a sight Danny was to see. His hair was bird’s nest on his head, his eyes were glowing bright green and he had twisted his head around his neck one hundred sixty degrees and let out an inhuman hiss.
Dick slammed his back against the wall as Danny allowed his eyes to turn blue once again and his head spun back around to normal just as Bruce and Tim came running into the room.
“What is it?” Danny asked innocently, cocking his head to the side, blinking his eyes owlishly at Dick. The poor vigilante was white as a sheet as he stared at Danny in horror. Bruce looked between his sons curiously.
“Three am cereal?” He asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled at Danny. “I think I may make myself a bowl as well. How about you, Dick? Tim?”
“I-I think I’m going to go home to Bludhaven,” Dick stammered out, unable to look at Danny.
“Oh, well I hope you get home safe. Text me when you get home so I know you made it safely,” Bruce said cluelessly as he walked over to start making his own bowl of cereal. Tim gave Danny a wary look before he shook his head.
“I’m heading back to bed,” Tim muttered and Danny smiled to himself as he poured himself a large bowl of cereal.
“How are you doing, Chum? Are you getting settled?” Bruce asked, looking Danny over for a moment. Danny nodded and took a bite.
“You know that I know that you know,” he said simply as he chewed his cereal.
“I do,” Bruce said simply. “It’s pretty entertaining to watch the others.”
Danny swallowed his bite of cereal and grinned. “Glad you think so because this is the most fun I’ve had since you adopted me.”
“It will be good training for the others,” Bruce said as he poured himself a bowl of–
“You have your own brand of cereal!?” Danny exclaimed, looking at the cereal called Batman Crunch.
Bruce smiled. “Unfortunately, I don’t get any of the royalties for it. But it’s cookies and cream flavored,” he said before looking at the milk that Danny had pulled out, and poured some into his bowl. “Oatmilk, good choice.”
“I like the flavor,” he said with a shrug.
“Just so you know, if you ever want to join the nightlife, you’re welcome to it. But from what I understand, you never wanted it in the first place,” he said and Danny nodded his head.
“Too much work. For now, I just want to focus on school. Maybe when I graduate high school I’ll join you guys. But for now, I just want to focus on recovery and graduation. I appreciate all the space you’re giving me,” Danny said softly, stirring his spoon around in his bowl. Bruce just smiled and leaned his arms against the counter as he took a bite of his cereal.
“Of course. And when you’re ready to talk about it, without trying to scare your siblings, we can talk about it,” he said.
“You’re not mad?” Danny asked, glancing up at the older man. “That I didn’t tell you about me being, being dead? Or that I was a hero or how bad the Fentons,” he stopped and shuddered slightly. He couldn’t say the words out loud. It was one thing to joke about them removing body parts, it was easy to call them sessions. But to say out loud how badly he had been tortured? He couldn’t do it.
“Of course I’m not mad, Honey, you went through a very rough and traumatic time. Take all the time you need and we’ll be here for you as you heal and recover. And if any of your brothers or sister give you a hard time, I’ll tell them I was in on it.”
“How’d you know about me?” Danny asked before he took a bite of his fruitloops.
“Phantom disappeared the same time Danny Fenton allegedly ran away. Not to mention just taking one look at Phantom you can see the resemblance.”
“Phantom has blue skin!” Danny argued.
“And the exact same facial structure, Phantom just has a more prominent lichtenburg scar that you also have, just not nearly as noticeable.”
Danny hummed. “Guess they don’t call you the world’s greatest detective for nothin’,” he muttered before he picked up his bowl and started to drink the milk.
Bruce just chuckled and patted Danny’s back once he finished. “Get some sleep, Kiddo,” he said softly. Danny gave him a salute, a milk mustache on his face as he floated up in the air and through the ceilings to get back to his room.
…
Danny was bored again. He found himself haunting the manor late in the evening. Most of the bats were prepping for their night out on patrol. They were all under the impression that Danny was upstairs doing homework. He soon turned invisible and made his way into the Batcave where he found his siblings gathered around the Batcomputer watching one of the videos of Danny being tortured.
“Danny’s not fully human,” Tim stressed. “I’ve watched his parents remove his limbs and they just grow back in a few hours. Like good as new, no scar or anything! He wasn’t kidding when he said they removed his eyes!” He exclaimed.
Jason let out a hum. “It’s possible that the Fentons did it to him,” he reasoned. “Like their experiments turned him into a meta that let him regenerate.”
“How does that explain the fact that he was able to twist his head a hundred and sixty degrees?” Dick asked, shuddering slightly. “Or the way his eyes glow Lazarus green?”
“Or the monster that’s constantly floating behind him,” Duke whispered, looking like he had seen absolute horrors. Danny held back a snort, he still hadn’t even let Duke see his full eldritch horror form. It had been child’s play so far.
“He died in those experiments,” Dick said softly. “You can see him flatlining multiple times. Being killed and brought back so many times probably fucked up his body a lot. It probably did a lot to him.”
Danny hummed, that was a good theory. Wrong but made sense where they were coming from.
Bruce walked forward in his Batman suit and looked at Danny’s siblings. “Regardless of what you think is wrong with Danny, he’s our family and maybe one day he will feel comfortable telling us what happened to him. And if he doesn’t, that’s fine too. But until then, give him space and quit trying to investigate him. We’re trying to get rid of the anti-ecto acts, not investigate Danny,” he said seriously.
Danny smiled to himself and flew back up to his bedroom.
…
Jason sucked in a breath when he saw Danny asleep on the couch. He didn’t know why he was nervous. Sure, there was something slightly unsettling about Danny but he wasn’t a bad guy. The kid was insanely sweet and funny. He handled his trauma the same way Jason did, with constant jokes about his vivisection the same way Jason joked about his death.
But between the stories from Dick, Tim, and, Duke and watching the videos of what the Fentons had done to his newest littler brother, something about Danny just unnerved him. But Bruce had asked him to wake Danny up so that he can come down for dinner. It was simple, he just had to wake him up. What was the worst that could happen?
He padded over to Danny’s sleeping form and alost immediately realized something majorly wrong with the image in front of him.
Danny wasn’t breathing.
Jason rushed forward, shouting out for help, help from anyone really. He knelt beside Danny’s prone form and pressed his fingers to the pulse point on Danny’s wrist and frowned when he didn’t feel anything. He cursed before moving to start doing chest compressions, desperate to get him to open his eyes and breathe.
Dick and Bruce skidded into the room and ran over just as Danny sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“What are you doing!? Ow!” Danny shouted, slapping Jason’s hands away from him. “I think you broke my fucking rib,” he whined, rubbing at his side.
“What happened?” Bruce asked, looking between them concerned.
“He wasn’t breathing! He didn’t have a pulse!” Jason spluttered out, pointing at Danny who was frowning and pulling up his shirt to see if he was bruising yet or not. Beside Bruce, Dick let out a squeak, taking in the vivisection scar that still marred Danny’s chest. For some reason, all of Danny’s wounds from getting his body parts removed had healed just fine but the scar from being cut open over and over again stayed with him forever.
Bruce had given him scar cream to see if it would help but Danny had told him it would do nothing to help him.
“Oh yeah, it’s gnarly,” Danny said offhandedly. “The joys of having mad scientists for parents,” he said and sucked his teeth before he dropped his tshirt. “It’ll heal in like thirty minutes. Thanks for trying to save me I guess, but don’t stress, my heart just does that.”
“I thought you were dead!” Jason shouted, running a hand through his hair, utterly distraught.
Danny laughed and stood up, stretching as he did, his back popping a few times with the stretch. “Because I am,” he said simply.
…
Damian watched as his brother walked down the hall, texting on his phone as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He was not even bothering to raise his head to watch where he was going as he walked and Damian smirked to himself.
The idiot teenager was about to run face first into the wall and it would serve him right to break his nose for not paying attention to his surroundings. His smirk turned into a look of dismay, though, as Daniel walked straight through the wall without ever looking up.
There was something strange going on with his newest big brother and Damian was going to get to the bottom of it. It was clear that his siblings were not unfounded in their theories that Daniel was something other.
…
Danny grinned as he walked in on his final victim. He had managed to scare each of his siblings so far with his shenanigans and now he was finally going to get Cass. He had been trying to think of ways to throw her off kilter for a while now, but he had finally come to the perfect idea.
His family were gathered in the family room preparing to watch a movie together. Cass was curled up on the couch beside her girlfriend, the two talking quietly to one another. No one had noticed Danny walk in yet, which was rather typical.
He was lighter on his feet than any bat could ever dream. Even in his human form he had a sense of weightlessness to him that could only be attributed to his ghost form. Something that Danny had thought was interesting and also insanely thankful for considering it made it so much easier for him to sneak around when he was still living with the Fentons.
Danny creeped up behind Cass and Steph, a wide smile slowly growing on his face as he leaned down. “Mind if I sit with you two?” he asked, taking joy in the way both girls jumped in surprise, the rest of the family reacting similarly before giving Cass a shocked look of their own.
She turned to stare wide eyed at Danny and silently nodded once, unable to say a word.
“Sweet,” he said before hopping over the back of the couch and settling into the seat beside his sister. He reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn from Tim’s bowl and looked at the large screen. “What are we watching?”
…
Danny took his seat at the dining room table for dinner a few nights later and looked around at his siblings. Each one looked to be on edge, sending Danny worried, concerned looks every now and then. Danny had upped the hauntings in the manor, feeling more and more comfortable with changing to his ghost form and giving in to his ghostly behaviors. He had never really been able to do it in Amity, too much of a risk to haunt the house when his family hd weapons to destroy him at every corner.
But in Wayne Manor? He was free to roam the halls, to stare at dark shadows and just do what ghosts were meant to do. Haunt the manor. And the fact that his siblings would catch him every so often and get the life scared out of them was honestly just a nice bonus.
His core had never felt so content in his life. He was finally getting to give in to all of his ghostly behavior and now it was time to make it known to the others that he knew.
“You know,” Danny stated, taking a bite of his oatmeal. “I wasn’t expecting you all to be so chill about the whole dead thing. I thought you all would be more on edge with my weirdness. But considering you all are vigilantes it makes a lot more sense now why you were okay with a dead guy moving in.”
Tim choked on his coffee, drips splattered onto the table. “I’m sorry what?”he wheezed out.
Danny sat up and grinned. “What?” He asked before he took a sip of his chocolate milk. “You’re telling me that you watched all those tapes of my parents having their fun with me and never once realized I was dead? No living human being can endure the things I did and live to tell the tale. I’m dead.”
“But you have a heartbeat, you breathe,” Dick breathed out and Danny looked over at Jason.
“Do I, though?” He asked and Jason swallowed harshly as he remembered the way Danny’s chest didn’t move, how he felt no pulse no matter how hard he checked. “I thought a family of detectives would figure it out pretty quickly.”
Bright rings of light surrounded him for a moment and he showed his ghost form. “I’m Phantom,” he said with a sharp smile. He changed back to his human form and looked over at Bruce. “Bruce had me figured out before he even adopted me. I thought you all knew as well.”
“How did you know about us?” Duke asked.
Danny hummed. “Got bored, decided to explore the manor and imagine my surprise when I found the Batcave in the basement! From there it was easy to put together and I decided well, if I’m going to be living in a family of vigilantes there was no point in me hiding who I was. If anyone was going to accept the half dead kid, it would be you guys.”
“This family just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” Dick mumbled, massaging his temples.
Bruce just smiled. “Danny, did I ever tell you that you have an alien starfish for a brother? His name is Jarro.”
I don’t plan on continuing this. Feel free to add if you want 💚💚
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Guardian Angel...?! ✟ Adam
NOTE :
I haven't wrote in forevah so these are simple headcanons (pretty much a one shot just in bullet points) of Adam dealing with being the guardian angel of a modern day teenager. Our beloved reader! Reader is in high school and very much hispanic/latino coded. THIS IS PLATONIC!!!
WARNING(S) : Adam being his own warning, average teenager crap, short and messy, not proof read
Adam was NOT thrilled to learn that he'd have to be 'babysitting' some loser named "Y/N". All he could do was try to bitch and moan his way out of it to Sera but his complaints fell on deaf ears as there was no getting out of it. I quote "All angels must do it at some point while they're in heaven." Sera spoke with a stern tone. Psshhhhh, he knew that, but he didn't think that meant it would also apply to him. Now he didn't have as much time to do his chicks and gigs but it is what it is. From what he remembers about being a guardian angel, all he had to do was...
1. Protect them
2. Get them to avoid sin
3. Guide them from Point A to Point B
That shouldn't be TOO hard.
✟ First time back down on Earth since he died and the first thing he sees is you screaming "KILL YOURSELF" at someone in voice chat. Damn did you scream louder than the bitch he fucked last week. Already he wanted to leave but he had to stay with you for at least a couple times a week. Not only that but your room was a MESS! Don't you know sloth is a sin?? Empty bottles of water are scattered everywhere and your desk was a mess, things were collecting dust, and your bed is so undone like you were just raw dogging someone or being raw dogged
✟ After the first day of watching over you he could already tell that you were far from the path of god and possibly make him go insane from boredom so his genius little mind thought that if he was going to do this, then he was going to make it fun for himself
✟ Adam began to purposely knock things over in your house, rearrange items around, and call your out your name only for you to see no one. He found it hilarious that your seemed to piss your pants and think your house was possessed, he especially loved doing these things after you decided to watch any type of horror media at night or if you were home by yourself
✟ The jokes and laughs got boring very quickly since your reaction was always the same. After a bit he remembered that there was no rule that he couldn't show himself to the kid. Sure it should be obvious and common sense to not reveal yourself as all the other guardian angels never did it but that's an imaginary rule so it's not an official rule. Therefore, he isn't breaking ANY of the rules
You grumbled in pain as you had woken up with a bad migraine in the morning, the only upside was that your mom let you stay home from school today. Speaking of your mother, she had made you some caldo de res before heading to work so you'd feel better along with a cold can of sprite. As you were about to eat some of the caldo you saw the vase of a plant slightly move from the corner of your eye which paused your eating. Ever since last month your house had some creepy ghost shit happening and you were sure that you'd end up in a padded white room if you told anyone anything.
You decided not to pay it any attention as you took one last bite of your warm caldo until the vase fell off the shelf and crashed onto the floor.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE DEMON!"
You felt silly for shouting at an empty space in your home but you had enough of whatever spirit was haunting you, and your headache was not making it any better.
After a few seconds of silence you heard an very offended voice from behind you "Okay first of all, I'm not a fucking demon, second, don't yell at empty spaces unless you want people to think that you're a schizophrenie."
Were you dreaming?! Was this you finally loosing your shit from those all nighters? You turned around and almost broke your neck to look up at this guy...this dude was like 3x your height if not more!
You were stunned, you blinked once then twice then just put your empty dish in the sink.
"I need to…nap."
As you walked upstairs, you brought two fingers to forehead, your stomach, your right left then right shoulder, and up to your lips in a prayer of “En el nombre del Padre y del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo. Amén.”
✟ You later confirmed that you weren't dreaming and this was in fact real after waking up to his smug toothy smile. It being day only a few hours ago and it now it was pitch black out side. His bright glowing neon yellow face being the only source of light in the room which also allowed you to see that his elbows were resting on the crinkled and wrinkled sheets of your bed as he held his face in his both of his hands.
"Sup kid, so is your mom single or what?"
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Crinkled Polaroids
Ex-boyfriend!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Hi my lovelies, Lia here and I'd just like to say that this took so long and so much effort, I really poured my heart out on this one and I hope it goes well. Recently my biggest heartbreaks are the "What ifs", what if you two worked it out? Would things be different? Would Simon have the life you've dreamed for the both of you and the one he's been deprived of?
You might be asking me "Lia, what's up with all the angsty content recently, aren't you a fluff dedicated blog?" Well I feel ill, I just got off an extremely busy week and most of my drafts have been never ending angst because I lost ideas of a domestic fam with Simon but I still need to get something out for you guys okay? A random bedtime scenario written down at 3am and for the rest of my midnights during a photoshoot and exam week, what could go wrong?
I'm still waiting on what my beloved @connorsui's review has to say 👀
Disclaimers/Warnings: This is not proofread, also ANGST.
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A relationship with Simon Riley going south, at first it started great as most relationships do with several minor bumps due to his past but no big deal right?
But Simon distances himself, more than what's healthy and yes, you do give him his space but there's only little time until closing and distancing off for a while could turn into something like neglect.
Little things like "I love you"s, "thank you"s and every verbal affirmation that you used to think you could cling onto was now non-existent, it hurts but isn't as hurtful when he refuses to touch you.
Back hugs you give would only give you a cold shrug in return, kisses you left were on cold chapped lips that remain still. At this point, you were better off loving someone dead.. then again, aren't you already doing so?
The life you've imagined for the both of you cease to fade in your head as the true reality of the man you love sets in, that dumb idea your younger self who had rose tinted glasses had to actually settle down with someone in such a short period of time of a few years.
You felt so unappreciated, it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to see you. You felt cheated of the relationship you were supposed to have with him when you see others with the one you love and how he acts around everyone except you. You felt like nothing but a chore to him, an occasional fuck who cleans his home.
Then again, this is a broken man, you felt entitled to ask such a thing of him when he himself is also just healing from what his past had caused.
In Simon's eyes, he was doing you a favor, fucked up in his part thinking hurting you is the best way to save you from himself. It worked, that's what he wanted.. right?
So you leave, it was best for the both of you anyway right? Simon deserves someone who could actually make him happy and you deserve to feel loved in a relationship. Simon's life was a mess, truly, but he didn't realize how much more of a mess it was without you.
Coming home to an empty shell of a house, nothing to look forward to. He found himself almost on the brink of insanity, moving things all over his own home as if you were still there.
Always finding himself staring at that one wornout and creased polaroid of you and him, you were a silly one huh? A hobby of yours that left so much proof of your existence.
Begging him to be in a picture, bribing him with a kiss. Slightly smudged and distorted but still legible pen ink at the back as he flips the flimsy piece of thick, shiny paper.
Keep him safe for me, Ghost.
- Your favorite girl <3
You always thought of him as Simon and Ghost as just an alter ego, a mask that he needs to wear in order to stomach the violence that comes with his occupation.
You were the only one who can differentiate these two people. Tears started to form in his eyes but he blinks it away and shoves the polaroid back in his wallet.
He only started noticing changes when Johnny points out that he's become stone cold, a lot more silent, though he was known to be a ghost.. a shadow.. it wasn't like him to not even try to light up his mood with his dark jokes.
Everytime Simon thinks he gets over the pain, there's always one thing in that stupid house that reminded him of you. You weren't there but it sure felt like that you haunted every corner of the house and his mind.
Whether that'd be something you gifted him or an item of yours left behind, especially when the two of you shared moments with those items, oftentimes Simon tries to relive those, preserve his fading memory of your face.
This is what happens when the decisions you make have consequences on the one that your world revolves around.
A few years down this lane, nothing has changed for Simon, at some part of this never ending low point in his life he was under substance abuse.. alcohol to be specific, since to him it was easier. In concern of his captain, he did get help for it to which had progress.
Ghost kept it together, "today was a day to celebrate Gaz" he thought, blowing out the nicotinic smoke and flicking the ash off his cigarette after.. he knew Ghost's thing was more of a "let's drink and play pool in a pub" rather than a sit-down dinner kind of guy but Kyle insisted.
He thought about how awkward it was, although Ghost felt like he knew Kyle's family just from the lovesick fool himself who would never shut up, always finding a way to talk about his wife and their two kids.
After another puff, he throws the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinds the sole of his shoe over it, the soft hiss for the cigarette evoking, proving it was put out.
Simon walked a few blocks till stopping at the Sergeant's described location, his footsteps made smooth, satisfying taps on the wood floorboards of the porch and he knocks.
Price took liberty of being the one to open the door for Simon because the family was busy, Simon walked through the front door with ease, seeing Johnny somewhat interacting with a kid.
He was welcomed by the a cozy looking space, it was homey and clearly occupied, the shoes lined up on the shoe rack next to the door from the largest pair to the tiniest which was such a far contrast from his empty gloomy apartment.
The kid caught glimpse of Simon, they run up to him and take his hand to guide him into the living room as of to welcome him before bringing back their attention to Johnny and somewhat messing with his stubby mohawk.
The lieutenant observed his surroundings, the little toys and picture frames hung around the house, for a moment his heart drops to his stomach, he blinks thinking he must've been imagining things. Simon walked closer to it, he wasn't imagining it.. that was you, in a wedding dress, in the photo with Kyle.
You looked glowing.. as if you've never looked better in your life, that heart stopping smile on your face, the flowery bouquet on your hands. The green of stems highlight the precious metal band on your finger. Of all the people, places and time, why here? Why now? Why Kyle..?
For a few seconds, just a few when Simon thought his nerves and gut settled, he heard the sweetest voice that was all he knew.
He forgot what it sounded like, the effect it had on him, all too overwhelming for a man who tried desperately to run away from the consequences of his actions. I guess that saying that once you don't hear someone's voice as frequently, you start to forget what they sound like.
For once, the ringing in his ear is gone. Just your voice, all he needed, he closed his eyes for a few soaking in the fact that you're here. For a moment he forgets to take into account that you weren't his. You and Simon make eye contact, the smile on your face drops as soon as you realize who is in your home.. who your husband invited..
Dinner came around, you tried your best to stomach the food you made, every swallow was a challenge. You spent most of your time staring at the food below you, afraid to even spare a glance at Simon. He was as uneasy as you were, telling the group he had to go to the bathroom as an excuse to explore what you now view as your home. The place you built your family together with your husband.
Simon uses the stealth he was known for to sneak in all the rooms, starting with the closest, the kitchen. The pictures on the fridge were enough to catch his attention, polaroids were something he was all too familiar with. Photos of the kids littered on the cold metal box with magnets others were of you and Kyle.
Everywhere he glances was proof of the life you built, the life you could've had together if he hadn't taken you for granted. Simon returned to the table a few minutes later, you easily notice the sudden drop of his mood to solemn.
Constantly closing his eyes, the lieutenant's head was spinning, taking in the fact that Garrick was able to settle down with you in those few years, the same amount of time you'd been together and you both were never close to achieving what you had now.
The night ended with the mens' satisfied stomachs while you and Kyle play-fight about who gets to do the dishes. As all of them were about to leave, you gathered what little guts you had to at least try to talk to Simon as he's the last one out the door, away from the ears of your husband who's currently doing the dishes because the last thing you'd want is to ruin their friendship.
"Goodbye Si.."
Simon never thought he'd hear that nickname out of your lips ever again, he stopped, his feet felt like they were sinking on the ground. Before he knew it, Simon was back on your porch, squeezing you so tight. You tried to pull away but he only held tighter, head rested on your shoulder.
"One last, lovie.. please.." you sigh, your arms wrapping around him, you tried your best to sooth him as your palm runs up and down his back. You felt the sleeve of your shirt getting damp, Simon didn't cry often, but this was different. It wasn't silent at all like you were used to, he was straight up sobbing.
Simon pulled back slowly, you saw his puffed up and flushed face against his pale skin. You felt bad for Simon however what happened is what happened and you were content where you were no matter how much pain the past brings you.
Simon knows you're happy, he sees it, he cups your cheek with his hand. He was about to lean in and kiss your forehead like he always used to but he stops himself.
He wanted to be selfish, he wanted you again but he can't do that to Kyle and he knows this would only upset you so just like before, with a heavy heart he leaves.
Simon will forever let that sink into his heart, the only one he's ever love will forever be engrained in his mind. You will always be his favorite girl..
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I feel like Jason absolutely loves foreplay. No one can convince me otherwise. He likes taking his time even when it's just supposed to be a quickie.
And he's also very heavy on the dirty whispers. "You like that? Hm?" Will 100% slow down if you don't answer and he just likes hearing you stutter from being so cock drunk.
Can I please get a drabble of this? You and Jason sneaking away for a quickie but quickly it turns into full blown sex because of his need to go down on you. (I love your fics btw)
Jason fucking hates quickies. He wants to take his time with you. He wants to edge you until you can't even form the words to beg.
But if you're horny and there's no time, he can't not fall for it. He just wants to make you feel good.
He was supposed to pick you up and head straight for Wayne manor, but he got there and you threw those plans off.
You were practically waiting by the door for him, pupils blown wide, energy thrumming under your skin, lust in your gaze. You wanted him and it was driving him insane. You hadn't even said anything yet when he started whining, "Baby, we're supposed to be leaving right now."
You don’t respond, still staring.
He drops his head back. "I'm not getting changed."
Your breathing is heavy, you keep your mouth shut. He would cave on his own.
"Fine. But I'm just gonna use my hands! We need to hurry."
Bingo. You smile as he approaches you. He grabs you by your thighs and places you on the kitchen counter before shimmying your tight pants down.
You feel one of his hands snake into your underwear as his face lowers to your neck. His finger circles your clit and his mouth laps at the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Once he starts, he can't stop. His breathing deepens as his hand increases in pace and the licking turns to biting. Soon enough, you weren’t the only one moaning. He grinds into the counter before you hear him mumble "just one taste."
He lowers himself until he's staring at your clit. He wastes no time getting to work.
You smile to yourself. He'll always give you what you want.
You moan when he moans, and if you tug on his hair to get him even hornier? There's no proof.
Only he catches on. You can see it in his eyes. He stops.
"Oh, you little shit. You wanted me to fuck you, huh? Fine. I'll give you want you want."
He unbuckles himself one handed, and that sort of turns you on more. Before you can make a smart comment about it, he flips you over the counter. "My baby always gets what she wants, but be careful what you wish for."
He fucks you hard. It's fast. It's brutal. It's good. The angle is perfect.
From your vantage point you can see the clock. Ten minutes late. So far.
Let's see how late you can make him.
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HIS MUSE | AEGON TARGARYEN
Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion.
Warnings: Dark. Dub son. Oral. Hand Job. Manipulation. Incest. Inexperienced reader. 18+
A/N: This is a request from @phimbkerthinker. I did change it a bit but I hope you like it. Sorry I have only proof read this once.
AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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“Just like that,” Aegon sighed, biting on his bottom lip as he backed away from your naked form on his bed.
He knew what he was doing, playing on your adorable little crush on him. But how could he help himself when you were so easy to manipulate into his bed. Under the impression you were his muse for his new venture, that neither of your parents could know about.
You were staring up at him with those doe eyes, nibbling on the inside of your cheek as you vibrated with nerves. He knew you were wet between your thighs, seeing as you couldn’t stop squeezing and rubbing them together, desperately trying to act subtle.
“Something wrong?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with faux concern.
“It’s just-“ you said, only to shake your head. “It’s nothing, really.”
“You’re so tense,” he tutted. “Relax.”
You tried to, really tried, taking a deep inhale and exhale. But your body was so tense and rigid.
His eyes ran over your body, eyes widening as he suddenly came up with an idea.
And like a good girl, you ate the idea right up.
Within a few minutes he managed to persuade himself between your thighs, even though your hand was desperately trying to hide what he wanted to see.
“Aegon, I don’t know about this,” you whispered, eyes looking over to the door.
“Are you going to help me or not?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.
You nodded, lifting your hand slowly, dragging a swab of your juicy fluids with it.
“So pretty,” Aegon hummed, licking his lips at the sight.
He looked up to your face one more time, chuckling to himself at how your face flushed from the comment, before he dived face forward, not being able to stop himself from getting a taste.
You were soaked, dripping onto Aegon’s face as soon as his tongue lazily dragged over your folds. It had him tight in his briefs, the taste making him feral as he groaned.
He felt your thighs tighten around his face and without a second thought, he was gripping them tighter.
When his tongue finally had enough of teasing you all over, he shoved it in your tight hole. You might have been unsure with what you were doing but your cunt wasn’t, your walls clenching around the muscle with excitement.
“This doesn’t f-feel rel-relaxing,” you stuttered out, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting so much.
“It will,” Aegon hummed into you, hand sliding up to your breast. His fingers rolled over your nipple, gently squeezing it, making you sharply inhale. “Trust me.”
Either you trusted him, or you were too dizzy on the tip of his tongue to do anything about it.
He believed it was the latter when he spat on your clit, and you moaned for him, gazing down at him with half lidded eyes.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this,” Aegon grinned, your fluids coating his lips. “Being such a good muse for me, aren’t you niece?”
There was a gentle hum from you, some sort of an agreement that had Aegon dipping his head down again. The tip of his tongue was done with the teasing, finally finding your sensitive bundle of nerves as it lapped at it.
Even though Aegon knows your mind must be reeling, he couldn’t stop thinking about how all this was driving him insane. Your whimpers and the obscenely wet noises coming from your cunt filled the room, going straight to his dick. He actually believed he could cum from sending you over the edge, knowing how hard you were probably going to cum on his mouth for the first time.
The idea of it had him licking at your harder, wanting to really see what would happen.
Only to have you try to wriggle away from his harsh grip on your thighs, whining about it being…
“Too much,” you repeated, your legs quivering. “Please, its-“
Aegon shoved his thumb into your walls, shutting you up.
He could tell it was a lot for you though, especially with the way your spongy walls were pulsating around him. If he wasn’t enjoying it so much, he might have actually felt bad.
It’s his name that’s ripped from the back of your throat as you cum all over his face, making him grin into you as he slurped everything your cunt was able to offer him. Until you were tearing his head away with your hand in his hair, tears spilling out of your eyes.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered, pressing lingering kisses against your thighs.
Your breathing was starting to steady, your body becoming slack.
“See how you’re relaxing now?” Aegon soothed, climbing over your body till he was hovering over you.
He didn’t realise how messy his face was until you were wiping it away with your hand. He leaned into your touch, with a deep sigh.
“But now I have a bit of a problem,” he told you while running his so-called problem against your thigh. “I’m going to need your help with my problem.”
Your eyes looked up at him with an eagerness to please, nodding your head before he even asked his question.
“You going to help me?”
“Yes,” you replied ever so quickly.
He took your hand, pulling it down as it trailed down his stomach. He didn’t even waste time as it reached the waistband of the joggers he was wearing, pushing your hand in the article of clothing. Till you were touching him, hand resting against his cock with so much uncertainty.
“Are you sure?” Aegon teased, helping your hand as he wrapped it around him.
“Yes,” you lowly breathed, the tips of your ears turning a crimson red.
“Stroke it,” he guided you, getting your hand to move around him. “Just like that.”
Your lips parted as you stared up at him in awe, clearly enjoying how he was reacting to your hand moving against him. You even giggled when he hissed at you squeezing him a bit harder, taking control finally.
“You find this funny?”
“I’ve never seen you like this,” you confessed, clearly wanting to see more.
Your fingers accidentally closed around his tip, before sinking back down again, and the smallest touch against his tip had him gasping. Instinctively you rubbed your thumb against his head again, wanting to have him panting like you had been moments ago.
Without realising what you were truly doing to him, you had him coating your hand with his cum. He was in a daze above you, white hair tickling your face as he collapsed on top of you. It wasn’t till he was softening against you did your hand stop, pulling it out of his clothing.
“Did I help you?” You asked, a small smile gracing your lips.
One that Aegon couldn’t help but kiss softly.
“You know that you helped me,” Aegon chuckled, lips trailing down your neck.
“Are you going to paint me now?” You asked.
“Hmm.” Aegon nipped at the skin of your breasts, tongue running along one of your nipples. “I think there’s still more ways we can help each other here first. Don’t you think?”
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Hey, its Ominoose, your all time biggest fan here. Blue time.
You're a patient at the hospital, his favourite, he's always possessive. A new guy joins the staff and tries it with you, either flirting or getting handsy. Blue finds out, gets possessive. Maybe coddles you a bit ?? Idk, just... Blue <3
Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •
A/N: Firstly @ominoose you are far too kind, secondly I'm sorry this took so long, thirdly I’m so sorry Blue is fucking insane in this.
He’s jealous! He’s whiney! He's a warning in himself!
Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a patient, swearing, also I haven't proof read this correctly because I just can't look at it any longer, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 2079
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“It’s time to go in.” Timothy’s voice made you jump. He was pretty nice, for an orderly. He’d only started two weeks ago and already he had half of the patients swooning and making heart eyes at him. Just over the fact that he seemed vaguely kind, and not the sort of person that would push someone under a bus for the fun of it.
“Oh,” you closed your book, lightly bending the corner to mark your page. They didn’t let you have bookmarks in here, ‘weapons’ apparently. Though how you could do more damage than a paper cut was beyond you.
“Sorry.” You mumble as you get up from your spot under the tree, you hadn’t heard the pips which normally alerted you to the end of outside time.
Timothy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s okay, no problem, I could see you were absorbed in your book.” His expression is soft, caring. “Is it good?”
You nod, eyeing him with a little uncertainty.
“It’s nice to see patients reading, I think it’s really calming, you know?” He smiles again, tilting his head to the side and taking a fraction of a step closer. “I’ll take you in,” he places his hand on your bicep gently, just to guide you towards the door. All the other patients have gone inside already.
“I see you reading a lot, you must like it huh?” He says good-naturedly.
“There’s not a lot else to do.” You say softly when he looks to you for an answer.
Timothy laughs kindly, “Well, that and getting better I guess?”
“Hmm.” While he seemed harmless enough, you knew from experience that it was always better to err on the side of caution with orderlies, especially new ones. And even more so with ones that seemed friendly.
He pauses, haunting your movements with the hand on your arm. “You know, you should smile a bit.”
Ah. There it was.
You frown.
“I mean,” he blushes a little and runs his free hand through his hair. “Not like that, do what you want, of course. I just heard that smiling releases happy chemicals you know? Makes you feel happy even if you’re just doing the expression.”
Oh.
You look at him carefully, scrutinising for any malice and find none. You smile a little and nod. Maybe he’s-
“McCarthy!” Blue bellows from across the courtyard, his voice snapping against you like a whip.
Timothy visually jumps at the sound of his last name, turning quickly, but not letting go of your arm. Blue marches over. His eyes seem brighter than usual, gleaming with a mad, impulsive energy that rolls off him in waves.
Timothy audibly gulps as Blue stops in front of him.
Blue smiles, all teeth like a chimp bearing a warning. “What are you doing?” He says calmly.
“I, I was just taking them inside.”
Blue doesn’t even look at you. “Why?”
“It’s, erm, it’s time to go in?” He shifts a little nervously.
Blue leans a fraction closer, dropping his voice dangerously low. “Is it?”
Timothy gulps and nods, wide-eyed.
“Take your fucking hand off their arm.” He growls.
Timothy lets go of you as if he’s been burnt, stepping back, holding his hands up in apology.
Blue clenches his jaw, his shoulders pulled back and begins to stalk forward, closing the gap and removing the slither of space Timothy tried to place between them.
“Blue,” you whisper, low and soft, as you brush against his forearm with your little finger.
His attention snaps to you instantly, the tension leaking out of his expression.
“It’s okay.” You nod at him, keeping your voice that same gentle quiet tone.
He grabs hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before looking back to Timothy and giving him a glare that could have easily stripped flesh from bone. “Get back to your post.”
Timothy didn’t have to be told twice.
He scampered back, rushing through the door and not even giving either of you a glance over his shoulder.
You squeeze Blue’s hand back. “You’re not going to have any more new staff if you keep terrifying them like that.”
He doesn’t listen to you, his muscles tense as he lightly traces the place where Timothy’s hand had been. “Why was he touching you?”
“He was taking me back inside.”
“And you let him?” He glances up at you with dangerous eyes.
You nod. In your heart of hearts you know he understands why you couldn’t refuse.
His grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly. “Why?”
“Would you rather I had, and been put in solitary?”
His expression softens again and he shakes his head ever so slightly. “He wouldn’t have��dared.” He whispers, so quiet you can barely make out the words.
Suddenly he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and pulling up the sleeve of your t-shirt so he can get to your skin.
You yelp in surprise as he bites your arm, sinking his teeth into the spot where Timothy's hand had rested moments previously, before he soothes the spot with his tongue. Instantly you flinch back, but he holds you firm as he sucks a hasty love bite into your skin.
His chin is a mess with salvia when he pulls back, his fingers digging into you.
You barely get a chance to open your mouth, to intake a quick gulp of air before he’s yanking you towards him, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and forcing his mouth onto yours.
Despite the frenzied heat, the kisses are soft, careful as he slides his tongue into your mouth and presses his body flush against yours. He whimpers a little as you kiss him back, nipping a little at your bottom lip and pressing his warm palm against your lower back so that you have nowhere to escape to as he grinds his half-hard cock between your legs.
It takes him a moment longer than you thought it would for him to stop, pull back a fraction, breathing hard. For a second you think he’s remembered himself, remembered that you’re both in the middle of the grounds with the asylum's large windows looking down on both of you. But the glazed look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care.
“Don’t want him to touch you,” he mutters, tracing his fingers along your jawline.
“I know Blue.” You say soothingly.
“Don’t want anyone to touch you.” He kisses you again, three light, quick pecks to your lips. “Other people… they’re not careful. They don’t understand how to take care… they break things.” He shakes his head. “They’re not allowed to break my things.”
You lean a little closer, closing your eyes and rubbing your nose against his. “I know Blue.”
His kiss is harder this time, his fingers a touch too firm as he squeezes your jaw and holds you in place.
You don’t mind though, don’t care as you feel his fingers twitch, his grip relaxing as you lick into his mouth.
He pulls back a fraction, his warm breath hitting your cheeks. “Need to make you cum.” He mutters into your mouth, not giving you even a second to respond before he turns and marches back, further away from the asylum doors and pulling you along with him.
“Blue!” Your book slips out of your hands and you practically have to jog as he yanks on your arm, moving with a frenzied energy to the large, old oak tree you were sat underneath moments before.
He pulls you around so that you’re hidden from the asylum’s windows and pushes you up against the bark.
“My book-”
“I’ll get it in a sec’ baby,” he murmurs, his voice almost slurred as he gazes over your body, taking every detail in before he drops to his knees.
“I don’t think-”
“You don’t have to think.” He bites softly at your hip as he hurriedly pulls down your trousers and panties, yanking them off your right leg and not bothering to completely remove them from your left. “Just be good.” He mutters, his mouth thick with salvia. His fingers dig into your skin as he grabs hold of your right thigh and hoists it over his shoulder. Not even pausing before his mouth is on you.
Your breath leaves your lips as a whine as he licks, broad, fat swipes of his tongue through your folds and up to circle and tease your clit.
“Blue,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders so support as he repeats the action over and over again, digging his fingers into your thighs and urging you to buck into his face.
He moans against you as you say his name, swirling an extra circle around your clit before he’s dragging his tongue back down and up again. Groaning as he completely devours you.
The wet sounds are practically obscene, even without your building cries that you are trying your hardest to muffle, it would be obvious what the two of you were doing to anyone in the vague vicinity. But you quickly lost any residual thought of caring the second his mouth was on you.
He pushes you harder against the tree, practically forcing you onto tiptoes as your right leg squeezes against his back and pulls him closer.
He rakes his teeth over your bundle of nerves, chuckling at your little sharp intake of breath before he sucks on your clit like a man possessed.
You moan loudly, throwing your head back against the tree bark as your legs shake and nerve endings are flayed raw with pleasure. He keeps sucking, grinding his face against you as he pulls your orgasm from your body, giving you little say in the matter.
Your vision whites out for a second as your back arches, your fingers digging into and bruising his skin.
You barely have a moment to recover, the aftershock still running along your limbs as he pulls your leg from his shoulder and moves back. You nearly stumble for a second, weak without his support, but then his hands are around your thighs and spreading you wide as he pushes inside.
He groans as you gasp in surprise, grinning at the way your eyebrows pinch together. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just presses until he is completely sheathed, his length splitting you wide open.
“Fuccck…” he moans and bucks shallowly, once, twice, before really starting to move. Setting a brutal, frantic pace that has you holding onto him for dear life as sparks of pleasure coil and glide out from your core.
“You take me so good baby, so good for me,” he kisses you hard, nuzzling into your cheek and neck as he pounds into you in a frenzy.
It’s like he has you memorised, every spot to make you scream, and cry, and beg for more, as he hits deliciously deep, angling his hips just so that you see stars with every thrust.
“Blue,” you moan into his mouth, feel him grin at how wrecked you sound. “I’m-”
He changes the tempo ever so slightly and you practically scream for him.
“That good, huh baby? Need my cock that much, hmm?”
You nod, unable to form words.
“Only my cock, yeah? Only me. No one else, no one else is gonna take care of you like this, no one else is gonna make this pussy feel so good, no one else is allowed.” He growls.
You gasp, pleasure building to a dizzying high. “Please, gonna cum, please.”
He whines, biting his lip, his voice softening despite the sudden increase of his thrusts. “Oh baby please, please, I need it. Please cum on my cock, please. Need you to cum, need you to feel good, let me make you cum,” thrust, “please,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “no one else.”
“Just you.” You manage to stammer out as bliss overtakes every thought, washing over you in waves and rippling across your very soul.
Blue lets out a strangled cry as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper and pulling his own orgasm from his bones. He buries his face into your neck and bites down, his saliva socking into your t-shirt as he muffles his moans.
He stays close as you both recover, littering your face with kisses until you're giggling, and playfully trying to push his face away.
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You were completely and utterly unbearable in his eyes.
Megumi x Fem! Reader
Warnings: name calling, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fucking while on the phone with someone else, drunk sex, rough sex, slapping, biting, degrading, overstimulation, more creampies
A/N: I aspire to write smut elegantly, it just never fucking happens. I had fun writing this though :)) also trying to find a new layout for the fics I post. Everyone always makes theirs look so aesthetically pleasing and I struggle LMAO This is unedited and not proof read — like always — so plz disregard any spelling errors. Unless they are major… then plz tell me
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Even the clicking of your pen was absolutely insufferable. Megumi’s whole body felt as if it had been doused in hot water, anger flooding him from the ends of his unruly hair all the way to his toes. “Could you stop that.” His tone was tense, jaw clenched tightly as his words barely slipped past his gritted teeth. “No.” Was all you uttered back, light and airy as if not a single thing could bother you. You haven't even taken your eyes off of the page you were studying to address him. That alone, infuriated him even more.
“Stop clicking your pen.” He didn’t like repeating himself, his fists tightened as he waited for your likely snotty response. “Like I said, no.” Again, not missing a single beat. Your eyes remained focused on your textbook, a small smirk on your face as you felt his leg begin to bounce under the table. You had gotten to know your lab partner pretty well over the course of the semester. Enough to know he hated your guts, also enough to know his little manursims when he was mad. Bouncing his leg was a clear sign you were getting under his skin. Just how you wanted to, just how you loved to.
Silence fell over the two of you, your pen still clicking, Megumi’s leg still bouncing. You always seemed to win these battles, typically because the man across from you would get up and storm away. If you were correct, he’d be getting up and leaving in less than five minutes. Time ticked by slowly, your finger never once stopping as you clicked your pen again and again and again. “Could you fucking quit it already!” Megumi’s fist hit the table, eyes sharp as a blade making contact with your own. “Could you fucking quit asking me? The answer is and always will be no.”
It was a staring match now, the only thing filling the quiet library was the click click click of your pen. Really you were both quite lucky it was so late at night and nobody on campus was stupid enough to be pent up in here on a Friday night… technically now Saturday morning. Instead of speaking, Megumi’s arm swung forward, aiming to pull or knock the pen right out of your hand. Instead you leaned back in your chair, laughing as you dodged his simple attack. “What are you? Four?” Bold words coming from someone who was slowly driving a man to insanity with a pen.
“For fuck sake, stop clicking the fucking pen.” He was seething yet too lazy to get out of his chair and return to his dorm. You just shook your head, clicking it over and over with a shit eating grin plastered to your face. One Megumi was aching to wipe clean off. His mind was always full of ways to get under your skin in the same ways you’d get under his. Yet some part of him figured it was better to be the bigger person. He’d only have to deal with you for a few more weeks, then the semester would be over. You’d no longer be his lab partner and you’d likely never see eachother again unless it was in passing.
“You are such a child.” You snorted, holding the pen out of reach and clicking it in rapid succession to drive your point home. Megumi had gotten out of his seat now, nearly lunging across the table for it. You laughed, loud and obnoxious as he missed for a second time. “Look at you! Throwing a damn tantrum. Aren’t you supposed to be like twenty or something?” Megumi just glared at you, one knee resting on the table while he watched your finger press down on the pen’s button again and again. He didn’t know what to do next, swallow his pride and sit back down or grab for the pen a second time.
He chose the other route, this time actually making his way over the table to grab the pen from your hand. Instead of triumphantly getting the pen away from you, things took a disastrous turn. You had leaned too far back in your chair, losing balance completely and landing flat on your back. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Megumi had lost his footing. He too fell straight off the table, landing on top of you with a loud thump. You both laid in silence for a moment, silence Megumi would have found blissful if it weren’t for the pain radiating in his knees. On The other hand, you were trying to force air back into your lungs.
Air that had been knocked straight out of you when your back hit the floor. Which wasn’t helped when Megumi went and put his whole body weight on you only a second later. After a second, he forced himself up, both hands caging in your head as he looked down at you. “This is your fault.” His cheeks were rosy, lips seeming to quiver as he looked at you. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You huffed, the back of your head was throbbing from where you smacked it. “And get the fuck off of me.” You spat out after, eyes looking down to see Megumi straddling you. He caught on, immediately shifting off of you.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you just stopped with that damn pen.” He moved to stand, not bothering to help you as you pulled yourself off the ground. “I’m done for tonight.” You sat on the ground in silence, watching him grab his laptop and textbook before storming out of the library, your pen still in his hand. Once he was gone you let your body relax a bit, a sigh leaving you as you reached up to rub the back of your head. “What a gentleman.” With any luck, you’d given yourself a concussion. The rest of your body would probably be tender by the time you woke up.
You could blame Megumi for that if you really wanted to, considering he practically body slammed you. You began to laugh, pulling yourself off the ground to pack your things as well. There was no way you’d get anything done with the way your head was thrumming. Megumi, however, was practically running back to his dorm, shame flooding his cheeks as he prayed no one would see him. “Get a grip you moron.” He muttered under his breath, head downcast as he tried to use his backpack to shield himself. It wasn’t quite noticeable but he was still mortified, slowly but surely there was a persistent problem growing in his pants.
“It would have happened if it were anyone, it’s natural.” Two bold lies to try and convince himself were actually truths. It only happened because it was you, that simple fact was too much for him to bear. It wasn’t until he reached up to punch in the entry code that he realized he still had your pen in his hand. “Fuck off.” He groaned, tossing it somewhere in the bushes before angrily pressing the numbers in. Megumi was starting to find everything irritating now, especially the issue he was refusing to acknowledge. “Just a few more feet.” He muttered under his breath.
A few more feet and he’d be at his shared dorm, something that still wasn’t used too. He missed his high school years for a moment, his own bedroom and bathroom all to himself on a quiet campus. Now he was at a bustling university campus in the heart of Tokyo, per Gojo’s request. It was all because the man sweet talked them into giving him, Nobara and Yuji a free ride. Now he shared a room with the pink haired man, as much as he loved him, living with him was proving to be too much. Yet semester after semester, he always chose to room with him.
Megumi’s shoulders sagged the moment he reached their room. Hanging on the doorknob was a sign Yuji had made specifically for these situations. “Do not enter” hooked over the door in Yuji’s attempt at nearly handwriting. That sign was to warn Megumi that he had someone in there with him, essentially telling Megumi to respectfully fuck off. “Of all fucking nights.” He could scream now, it was just one bad thing after another at this point. Not only was he annoyed that he couldn’t get him his dorm, he was mad about what the sign reminded him of. The very fact that he hadn’t gotten laid once this semester.
You were the one to blame for that. The stupid lab class he had chosen to take consumed most of his free time, naturally that meant you consumed most of his free time. He had no time to be dragged out to parties with Yuji and Nobara, no time to drunkenly woo a girl or guy back into his bed, no time to even get himself off alone. It was embarrassing, let alone the fact that it was obvious to the pink haired man that his best friend hadn’t gotten his dick wet in months. Megumi wasn’t usually the hook up type but fuck he enjoyed having sex.
He could, unfortunately, push aside his morals so long as he was promised blissful release at the end. “Fucking great.” He muttered again, still standing in place in front of his dorm door, as if that would magically erase the sign. He was left with no place to go, especially right now. Usually he’d just go visit Nobara, the girl had managed to score a dorm suite all for herself. She let him crash there whenever he needed. The bulge in his pants, however, was keeping him from really going anywhere at all. So he sulked off, making his way to the dorm’s common rooms. If he was lucky, it would be empty.
“Dude… can you give me y/n’s number?” They were in the dining hall, students coming and going from every direction, it made Megumi’s whole body feel uncomfortable. “What?” He could have choked on the cereal he was trying to eat, eyes widening almost comically as he looked up. “Y/n’s number, your lab partner?” Megumi rolled his eyes, swallowing his food before speaking. “I know who she is, dumb ass.” His heart was starting to pound now, he’d like to enjoy his time away from you in peace. Yet somehow you always managed to make your way to him in some form or another.
“Oh! My bad dude! You got a thing for her?” Yuji blinked with wide eyes, absolutely not phased by the death glare in Megumi’s eyes. “No I don’t got a thing for her, she’s fucking evil.” He put his spoon down a little harder than necessary. “Y/n? Really?” Yuji seemed shocked, all the while he was bringing more food to his mouth. It took Megumi a second to realize Yuji had referred to you as if he knew you personally. “Wait… do you know her?” His food was completely forgotten now, his full attention was on whatever Yuji would say next.
“I only know of her. She’s good friends with Todo, he said she stopped frequenting his parties once this semester started. He blames you for that, so I’d watch out for him if he ever makes his way on campus.” Of course you’d be friends with Todo, someone Megumi couldn’t stand. Luckily he attended a different university, just a little outside of Tokyo. Still close enough to go on missions if needed. “Wait…” you were friends with all these sorcerers? Yuji tilted his head, waiting for whatever Megumi would question next. “Is she a sorcerer?” How the hell wouldn't he have known sooner?
“No, I don’t think so. I know she can see curses but that’s about it.” Yuji returned to his food, acting as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on Megumi. Did you know he was a sorcerer? Had you known all along? “Oh but for real, can I have her number? She’s super hot.” Megumi nearly lost his appetite, “didn’t I tell you she was evil?” He was hoping to deter the conversation elsewhere. He had no valid reason to not give your number to Yuji. “You did, but I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Plus she’s friends with Todo so she must like to party. I think we’d be a great match.” Megumi sighed.
“I’m not just going to give out her number, ask Todo.” Yuji shrugged, finally dropping the topic of you, but not before saying one last thing. “If you like her dude, just tell me and I won’t pursue her.” It was soft, as if he were talking to a temperamental toddler who would throw a fit at any second. “I’m not interested in her.” But he couldn’t tell Yuji he could have you, those words got caught up somewhere in his throat. Yuji just shook his head, fully returning back to his food. Megumi could be utterly impossible sometimes, it would be best to leave you and the subject alone until his best friend could sort his shit out.
His head was pressed to the armrest of the worn down couch in the common room. Who the fuck knows what had taken place on this couch but for now Megumi couldn’t be bothered to care. He was squeezing his eyes shut, willing this dick to calm the fuck down. He was positive he’d have no interruptions, considering it was nearly 3am at this point. Most students would either be sleeping or drunkenly passed out somewhere. The likelihood of someone walking in on him or even remembering what they saw would be slim to none. Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to take the easy solution to solving the crisis in his pants.
“I have no choice.” He muttered softly, head lifting to look down at the insufferable bulge that he couldn’t get to go down. Shakily, he placed a hand over himself, gasping softly as some sort of relief was finally felt. He felt his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he began fondling himself, the relief slowly turned into pleasure. He didn’t have the courage to undo his pants, he’d settle for this, as mortifying to him as it may be. “How fucking pathetic.” He groaned, head falling back as he found a good rhythm for himself, essentially dry humping his own hand. He tried to let himself relax, still too tense that someone could walk in.
It was one thing to be caught fucking someone on this couch, dry humping your hand? Absolutely horrific. Megumi would be the butt of every joke, some lame, horny college dude that couldn’t get someone in his bed. That only made him move quicker, hips moving to meet his hand as he struggled to reach his release. He was suddenly too caught up in the moment to think of one fatal error he had forgotten to consider. You also lived in this dorm building, meaning you would be the only one awake and sober right now to catch him.
You huffed, realizing you must have left your student ID in your dorm room. You punched in the numbers on the pin pad, it only took an extra second but it was still annoying. As you moved to open the door, you noticed something sitting in the bushes. “How fucking typical.” You laughed as you reached for your pen, the only sign that Megumi had also returned to the dorms. You plucked it from the bush where it had been carelessly discarded. “He really carried it all the way back here.” You chuckled as you entered the fluorescent hallway, your dorm was on the third floor, right above Megumi’s.
You clicked the elevator button, waiting patiently for it to drop to your level and pick you up. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower, some pain relief meds and your cheap twin XL mattress. As you stepped inside the elevator, an earlier conversation with your roommate popped into mind. She had told you to stay out late, maybe not even bother returning to the dorm till early morning. She was going to a party and told you there was no way she’d be returning to your dorm alone. Dread filled you as the elevator made its way up, you may be stranded for the next few hours if a certain sign was on your dorm door.
The elevator dinged, opening up to your room's floor. You stepped out hesitantly, making your way down until you turned the corner and stopped dead in your tracks. Sure enough, the butterfly magnet was slapped halfheartedly to the door. “Fuck.” You moved forward anyways, maybe you could slip in if they were asleep. You pressed your ear to the door, despite it being made of metal, it was still pretty thin. You held your breath, waiting to hear any sign of movement. Sure enough, you could clearly hear sounds you’d rather not. “Fuck off.” You groaned, kicking the metal door, knowing full and well neither of the two inside would be phased.
Your only choice was to head to the common room, maybe you could call Todo and see if he’d pick you up. You padded away, pulling your phone out and scrolling through your contacts. You found Todo, texting him to see if he was still up at such an ungodly hour. After a second of no response you clicked your phone off, shoving it in the back pocket of your shorts. The common room was a floor down, you clicked to summon the elevator and the door opened immediately. “I could probably get some more of the project done.” The throbbing in your skull had turned to a dull ache, more than enough for you to manage while you worked but it would still be annoying.
The elevator dinged again, opening to what you knew as Megumi’s floor. You made your way down the hall at a steady pace, you were in no hurry to spend the rest of your night in the common rooms. As you neared the open archway you froze, soft grunts and rustling met your ears. “Don’t tell me someone is fucking in there…” you whispered so low you barely heard yourself speak. You barged in, ready to make a scene and interrupt whoever it was that was too horny to make it back to their room. Instead, every insult died on your lips, mouth parting in shock at the sight before you. “No fucking way.”
You began to laugh, just as loud and obnoxious as you had in the library. All the color from Megumi’s flushed cheeks disappeared, all the while his hand froze in the worst way possible. “So we are in the same boat? Your roommate is fucking someone right now, right? That’s why you’re jerking off alone in the common room?” You 're still laughing, making your way over to the dingey couch Megumi was sprawled on. You were hovering over him now, watching as he was genuinely too horrified to speak. You hated to admit it but the sight of him desperately trying to get off, had you feeling some sort of way.
It had been a few months after all, judging from the bulge in his sweats, he wouldn’t be half bad. “Do you mind if I join?” You fully expected that to snap him back into reality, ready for the onslaught of curses and names that would be hurtled your way as he demanded you leave him alone. Instead, Megumi nodded, his body moving on autopilot to create some wiggle room for you to straddle him. It almost felt like the man had been put under a trance, absolutely hypnotized but his own lust. You were no better, crawling onto the couch and plopping your covered cunt directly over his bulge.
“How humiliating is this?” You laughed again, hips beginning to rock back and forth. “So fucking horny but too lame to get laid. Your roommate has more game than you, to the point he kicked you out so he could fuck some bitch in peace.” Your hips swiveled, Megumi gulped, hands coming down to hold your waist as you moved. “Though I guess I’m not much better, my room is off limits for the same reason. Kinda jealous I must say, I’d kill to have my back blown out right now.” Your hips moved a little harsher, you could feel the soft prickle of arousal hitting you, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you off. Megumi, though, looked as if he was about to spill in his pants.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Megumi? I’m sure you’re in the same boat as me. That stupid fucking lab took up all our free time. You know how many fucking parties I missed?” You 're getting angry, hips pressing down almost painful against Megumi’s. He felt suffocated, not only by the confines of his pants but by your hips. He hated you, he absolutely hated you, especially as a moan slipped past his lips. “Yeah? Look at you, how fucking pathetic. Letting me grind on you like we are some horny teenagers. You aren’t even trying to take the lead.” You scoffed, moving to stand now, you were fed up with it already.
Megumi’s hands tightened, trying to keep you pressed to him. His release was so close and you up and leave him hanging, he really fucking hated you. “Oh loosen up, I’m not leaving.” You spat at him, pulling yourself to your feet. Before he could even question what you were about to do, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you dropped your shorts. You were fully exposed from the waist down, letting Megumi’s eyes hungrily drink in the sight of your cunt. “Pull it out.” You commanded as if it were a natural statement, not even when you were horny did you relax even a bit.
Megumi’s teeth gritted, that same anger filling his body, he did as you asked regardless. He lifted his hips, not exactly liking the idea of his bare skin on the couch below. Right now though, he knew what was coming next, therefore he couldn’t give a shit. You watched with folded arms, holding back a gasp as his cock slapped against his abdomen. Much to your pleasure, he was big, but you wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing you react. “I-I don’t got a condom.” Finally, he managed to speak. “Neither do I, but I don’t really care.” You were straddling his hips again, pushing his sweatshirt up a bit to expose some of his toned abdomen.
You grabbed his base, earning a hiss of “easy.” As you began greedily pumping him. Sticky precum was already smeared along his length from residing in his pants for so long. You had to hold back your groans, you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your hips lifted, angling yourself awkwardly so you could sit on his length, swatting away Megumi’s hands as they attempted to guide you. “Don’t.” You barked back at him, holding him steady as his bulbous head penetrated you. You struggled to hold in a groan, after a few months it really felt like the first time all over again. The stretch was uncomfortable, a burning sensation spreading all the way to your thighs.
You pushed past, lowering yourself on his length inch by inch until you met his base. You felt full, something you hadn’t felt in such a long time that you almost forgot how much you enjoyed it. A choked “fuck” escaped him, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as your walls sputtered around him. You were suffocating him entirely. He could feel everything, especially the way you were greedily clinging to him. He was, as much as he hated it, at your mercy for the time being. You rolled your hips slowly, mouth parting as he pressed further into what you had come to know as your “g-spot.” Megumi’s brows furrowed, eyes focusing on where his cock had disappeared inside of you.
“You’re fucking lucky you’re hot.” You began bouncing slowly, lifting your hips up until half of him was left and dropping back down. The couch creaked as you put your full weight down on him again and again. Megumi was still too stunned to do much else, he couldn’t bring himself to speak in fear of saying something that would piss you off and make you stop. Instead he held your hips, arms rising and falling every time you bounced. A smirk crept up your cheeks, struggling to remain a smirk as he passed over that one spot over and over. You had forgotten how good it felt, what made things even better is that he was keeping his mouth shut.
You could enjoy his cock and his beauty without the irritation of hearing his bitching. Slowly but surely, soft squelches began to emit from between your thighs. Every time your hips sunk down, engulfing him over and over, a soft squelch was heard as you lifted back up. You found it rather satisfying, especially with the way it seems to draw Megumi in. It was a soft wet slap of skin against skin, the pleasure in your gut intensifying each time you clenched. Part of you knew that even if a condom was available you would have gone without, there was something much more sweeter to this victory due to the fact that you were fucking him raw.
Your attention was pulled from his face a moment later, your phone was buzzing on the ground next to the couch. Todo’s name flashed on the screen, a soft “oh!” Tumbling from your lips as you bent down. Megumi groaned as he slipped out of your tight heat completely, cock twitching at the loss of your warmth. You rolled your eyes as he complained, sliding over the answer button in the process. “Yo! Todo! Are you just waking up or are you going to bed.” You straighten, one hand holding your phone to your ear while the other reaches for the slick base of Megumi’s cock. He was covered with your arousal, his own was still leaking from his irritated looking tip.
He had been close, somewhat thankful you pulled out when you did because he didn’t want this to end yet. “Of course you’d wake up at nearly 4am to start your day.” You sunk back down on him, not missing a single beat as you listened to Todo’s question. That was something that would normally absolutely infuriate him, being balls deep really seemed to mellow him out. “Oh I was calling you to ask if you were still having that party later today.” You found a new rhythm, this time the sound of skin slapping skin was much louder. You wouldn’t be shocked if Todo asked you what the sound was, you’d be honest with him if he did.
“Oh good!” You cooed into the phone when he said yes, Megumi could just faintly make out the man’s far too boisterous laugh for the time of day it was. “Oh well, I’m asking because I plan on finally attending this one.” You dropped down fully, Megumi’s body jolting forward as the tip of his cock pressed to your cervix. It was nearly painful but you kept your composure, using your free hand you began rubbing short, quick circles on your clit. You could feel Megumi inside of you, twitching with every thrust. The soft pants leaving his plump lips told you he was about to cum.
Megumi seemed to snap out of his daze when he heard Todo's laugh, followed by unintelligible but excited talking. He needed to see you lose your composure, something you had somehow stripped him of. The Megumi you were familiar with came back in the form of his hands bruising your waist. His hips jutted upwards, cock head slamming into your cervix over and over as he made it so your hips collided with every thrust. Now he could hear it, the gentle rasp, the undeniable strain in your voice as you spoke on the phone. “I-I’ll be bringing a plus one this time, Todo.”
Megumi was getting too worked up to care, the way your breasts bounced with every smack had his whole body vibrating. “Come for me…” he groaned, his voice sounding worse than your own. “Y-yeah! A plus one.” You drawled out the last word, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Megumi turned your pace to an unbearable speed. “Oh you’ll be s-surprised.” The phone nearly fell out of your hand, head falling back as ecstasy filled your veins from head to toe. The couch below you was now threatening to break, the creaking was loud enough to wake anyone up. “I-I’ll see you then. Do you need me to bring anything?”
Your orgasm was just in your reach, yet you couldn’t hang up the phone, especially when you knew it bothered Megumi. You could feel it, a gasp you couldn’t control slipping past your lips as your hips jerked wildly. Megumi felt more so than saw your orgasm hit you, your walls had become even tighter than he could have imagined, your arousal coming out in a sticky, warm gush. He could see sweat rolling down your temple, eyes seemingly clouded over as your bliss came over you in waves. Jealousy spiked in him, his hips never slowing his assault as he chased after his own release, the one thing that had gotten him into this mess to begin with.
“Oh sorry…” you snapped out of your daze as Todo called your name, you mumbled something about not having gone to bed yet. Your heart was shooting through your chest as you felt Megumi nearing his end, you couldn’t even focus on what Todo was saying as you attempted to pry yourself away from him. Megumi’s grip was a lot stronger than it had been before, your overstimulation mixed with panic was still no match for him. After a twitch you knew was much stronger than the last, paired with a low and steady moan, Megumi came.
All the while he had buried himself deep, dull head pressing painfully to your cervix again, white ropes pouring endlessly into you. Finally, Megumi had gotten your facade to drop just a bit, it was in the form of a slightly shocked expression. Still not as satisfying as what he was really looking for, but it would do for now. “Yeah I’m still here.” You glared down at the shit eating smirk plastered to Megumi’s face. His grip finally loosened, crescent nail marks dug deep into your thighs as you lifted enough for his softening cock to slip out.
Following it came his release, your arousal mixed with his cum followed steadily, dripping down into his cock and abdomen. You shook your head, muttering under your breath before bidding Todo a good bye and hanging up the phone. “Some fucking nerve you got, Fushiguro.” Not even his first name, had he not been so relaxed he probably would have bit back at your bait. “You hate me so much yet you let me fuck you. Then you have the audacity to keep me in place and cum. Fucking filthy.” You got up, maintaining some stability despite your thighs burning and your legs feeling like jelly.
“We’re going to Todo’s party later today. Don’t even fucking try and say no. You owe me big time for what I just let you do.” You said it as if you weren’t the one to offer, Megumi was still aching for more. He was aching for a second round where he didn’t just let you take the lead. He was going to get what he was after, he was going to get that smug look off your face. Now, he knew exactly how to go about it. Of course he wasn’t going to deny attending the party with you, it was the perfect set up for him to get his revenge. “Goodnight.” He called after you as you walked away, shorts pulled back on and phone gripped tightly in your hand.
For now, he was left with the mess you left behind, but for once he couldn’t seem to get mad. Instead his head was buzzing with the endless ways he’d make you putty in his hands. He’d make sure you felt as small as you had just made him feel, he’d make sure you cried his name over and over. It was the best form of revenge, it just sucked you had gotten to go first. Then again, you opened his mind to the best form of punishment he could think of. It was the perfect solution he had been too dense to find. “My turn, y/n.” He tucked himself away, grimacing at the sticky feeling he was left with.
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“I can’t believe you are actually going!” Yuji was standing in front of Megumi’s mirror, gel covering his hands as he perfectly spiked his hair. It was nearly 7pm that night now and you had been the sole subject on Megumi’s mind. As much as the idea of this party filled him with dread, he wasn’t willing to let you go off alone. How ironic, he fucking hated you, didn’t he? So why was he suddenly so concerned about your wellbeing? His jaw was clenched tight, teeth aching as he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t have a choice.”
“Oh that’s right, y/n is making you go.” Yuji chuckled at the story Megumi had told him, something about tipping your chair and threatening to stop working on your final assignment. In order to keep the peace, Megumi agreed to go with you. A believable lie for Yuji, though Nobara may see straight through it. Luckily she was spending her weekend with Maki, so he didn’t have to worry about her much. “You’ll have fun, Megumi. Hell, maybe you’ll finally get laid. Sorry again about that…” Megumi suppressed a groan, of course Yuji would bring that up yet again.
Megumi wasn’t allowed back into their shared dorm room until nearly 8am. Luckily for him, the girl Yuji had slept with was a morning person, she was up and out of there bright and early. Not before another round, one Megumi nearly interrupted, according to Yuji. At least tonight he’d be the one bringing someone back, hopefully way before Yuji. Essentially a small little dig agaisnt his pink haired friend, this time Yuji would be the one waiting around, that is if he didn’t end up in someone else’s bed.
Regardless, Megumi was getting his revenge. After showering and getting access to his dorm again, Megumi crashed until two in the afternoon. You were, as always, lingering in his mind. You even had the audacity to fill his dreams. All he could think about was the way you so careless fucked him, as if it were a normal routine that required no effort. Never mind the fact that he had been so entranced he barely did anything in return. Embarrassment was nagging at him, despite the fact that his orgasm was the best he’d had in a long time.
Tonight though, he was paying you back tenfold. Hell he wouldn’t be satisfied until his bed was broken at the way his anger was starting to pent up again. “Next time, go to her room. Having to crash on that nasty couch in the commons wasn’t ideal.” He adjusted his collar, hand reaching for his cologne. “I said I was sorry!“ Yuji whined, as he moved to grab his shoes. Megumi had chosen a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, exposing his pale collarbone.
Accompanying his top was a pair of cargo shorts, all picked out according to your bitching at him through text. It was a pool party apparently, something Megumi had no desire for, so he forgoed any swim attire. Yuji on the other hand wore a pair of pink swim trunks and a white t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt hanging open over top. One he was sure Todo gifted him at some point in their friendship. Their outfits were polar opposites yet somehow still fit the desired look.
“Are we meeting y/n there?” Megumi shook his head, moving to grab his shoes as well. “She’ll be waiting for us in the common room.” Yuji hummed, it was only revealed to him earlier that day that you happened to live in the same building. “Well, should we get going?” Yuji’s hand was already on the doorknob, bouncing like a small kid waiting for his parent’s approval. “We should. You got everything you need?” After another nod, Yuji yanks the door open.
Here goes nothing and everything all at once.
You were laughing with a group of kids in your major when Megumi and Yuji found you. “Y/n!” Yuji called as if he had known you his whole life, your head shot up, a smile crossing your face that Megumi never saw directed at him. “Is that the infamous Itadori Yuji calling my name?” You stepped away from the table of students, walking towards Yuji as he walked towards you. Megumi watched in shock as you easily wrapped your arms around the pink haired man, what got him even more was the fact that Yuji easily reciprocated.
“In the flesh! Todo has told me a lot about you.” Megumi could hear your groan as you pulled away a moment later. “Oh I can only imagine the things he’s said. You and him have been friends since high school, yeah?” As you and Yuji separated, Megumi finally was able to process what you had on. A black maxi dress with thin straps, the dress itself hugged you perfectly, accentuating every curve. Hell, it took him a moment to pull his eyes away from your ass. As his eyes roamed back up towards your face, he noticed the equally thin straps to a bathing suit just barely hidden. He had to suppress a groan.
There was something irritating to him about how easily you seemed to get along with Yuji. He thought back on that conversation they had in the dining hall a few weeks prior, maybe Yuji was right. But Megumi wasn’t interested in you… he couldn’t stand you, yet there was jealousy bubbling in his chest. Green eyes shifted over to a couple sitting on the familiar, old couch. He didn’t expect to meet your gaze the moment he looked back towards the two of you, a small smirk on your lips as you knew what he was thinking. Once again, you and Megumi were unknowingly sitting in the same boat.
You had managed to keep your aloof attitude going until you were out of Megumi’s sight. It wasn’t until you walked away from him that you felt embarrassment flooding your cheeks, somehow you had kept your composure but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even as you made your way through the dorm building with no destination ahead, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His fucked out expression, the way his eyes seemed glossed over as he stared at your cunt, the way his brows furrowed when he was close.
You had caught him in a vulnerable moment, you were positive that’s the only reason why he didn’t try and take things over. From experience, you knew it was the guys like him that usually had a lot going on. After that little excursion, you were proven correct once more. Now, even though you were sure he’d never make the move, you wanted to know how mean he could be… in different ways. “Glad you listened to me.” You shamelessly looked him up and down, you had caught him not so subtly doing the same to you moments prior.
“Yeah, Fushiguro cleans up nice, doesn't he?” Yuji hooked his arm with yours, you held back a grin as Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. “He does, I’m used to the baggy sweats and grandpa loafers.” A loud “hey!” Left Megumi’s lips as both you and Yuji laughed, it was already starting to get on his nerves, Yuji was far too close for comfort yet you didn’t seem to care. “Let’s get going.” He groaned, aching to deter the conversation away from him and maybe get you away from Yuji. “Ugh, lame.” You tugged Yuji along with you as Megumi made his way out of the common room.
“Oh, how are we getting there?” Yuji asked absentmindedly, he nearly forgot that Todo’s campus was across the city. “Bus or subway, whichever you guys have a pass for. I have both.” That was one other thing that reminded Megumi of how badly he missed jujutsu tech, the fact that someone was always there to drive them around. It was a luxury he didn’t realize he had taken for granted. “If you have neither, I can drive, but you’ll pay me gas money.” You laughed as Yuji seemed shocked to hear you had a car on campus.
“I’ll pay you the gas money.” Megumi’s voice was soft, he turned to glance at the surprised look on your face. “Alright, works for me. It’s a good thing I grabbed my keys.” The elevator opened, letting the three of you on as Megumi hit the button for the ground floor. He figured it would be best that transportation was readily available, especially if his plan worked out perfectly. Knowing you, you’d find a way to somehow ruin it without even realizing, that’s why he had backups. “I’m parked right by the building so it saves us the walk.” You were jingling your keys now, excited to show off your prized possession.
Your car was a two door mustang, one you spent a lot of time working on, plus it had more upgrades than you could count at this point. Megumi should have known someone like you would have a car like this, well a car in general he should say. “I call shotgun!” Yuji was bouncing again, just like an excited little kid. “I’m taller and I’m paying the gas money, you’re getting in the back.” The back in question was barely there, Yuji would be lucky if he could even get his legs in. The pout on his face was priceless but he didn’t put up a fight, especially when Megumi glared at him.
“It’s fine, you boys can share.” You were sliding into the driver's seat as you spoke, just a bit jittery at the idea of driving the city. It was part of the reason you had a bus and subway pass, yet you always liked to show off when you could. “You better be a good driver.” Megumi was tightening his seatbelt as your engine roared to life. “I cherish my car more than I cherish your life, so yes, I’m a good driver.” He rolled his eyes, there was the y/n he was used to. Yuji however didn’t seem to catch on to what you said.
“Fuck you.” It was barely above a whisper, you laughed as you pulled out of the lot, not missing a beat you whispered back “You already did.” Megumi had to hold in his reaction, jaw clenching as he turned to look out the window. “Did Todo ask you to bring anything, Yuji?” The pink haired man shook his head, eyes scanning his phone screen. “For once he handled it all himself.” You pulled off of campus and into the city, your anxiety spiking as you pulled up to a red light.
“He’s only like twenty minutes from here, right?” You knew the way by heart but it had been a while. “Yeah.” Silence fell over the car once again, music played quietly, Megumi still hadn’t looked back at you. You glanced back at Yuji who was still distracted by his phone before turning to look at the lights. Carefully, you crept your hand over towards the passenger seat, resting it softly on Megumi’s thigh. You felt him tense beneath you, head turning to look in your direction. You kept a smirk plastered to your face as you drove through the green light.
Megumi was stuck between three options. Asking you what you were doing, pushing your hand off, or leaving it where it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the worry of what Yuji would think if he saw it. “Why?” Was all he could muster as you took another turn. Instead of answering, your hand snuck a little further up his thigh. “You can’t be serious.” Another whisper you didn’t respond to, this time Megumi was the one to glance back at Yuji. As you came to the next red light, you pulled away. “Text Todo and tell him we’ll be there soon.” They were still about 15 minutes away.
Megumi felt disappointment flood him, that disappointment turned to confusion as to why exactly he felt disappointed in the first place. You seemed to think you still had the upper hand, once again he felt annoyance begin to bubble up in his chest. Really, how did he even get roped into this? It was embarrassing the fact that he wanted to fuck you again, this time properly so he could wipe the carefree smirk off your face. “On it… wait turn that up I love this song.” You snorted, turning up the volume so loud Megumi couldn’t even hear himself think. You met his eyes, smiling as his nose scrunched.
“Let’s see how long you last.” You spoke just loud enough for Megumi to hear over the music and Yuji’s terrible singing. “The fuck does that mean?” So maybe you weren’t as clueless as he assumed. “I know you’re dying inside because I’m dragging you to this party.” Or… maybe you were as clueless as he assumed. He just rolled his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as you turned another corner. Tonight really may kill him if your driving and Yuji’s singing didn’t get to him first… to be honest it just may.
The next fifteen minutes flew by far faster than Megumi would have liked, now you were parking half way down the car lined street of a tucked away university campus in the heart of Tokyo. “People sure do get here early.” You stepped out, pushing your seat up so Yuji could get out. “Those are the ones who panic thinking they’ll miss out.” Megumi’s door shut a moment later, his anxiety spiking as he could already hear the thrumming of music from where he stood. “Ah yes, the newbie party goers. How cute.” You cooed as you locked the doors. “Yeah, Fushiguro will fit riiiight in~” Yuji’s arm hooked around his shoulders before promptly being shoved off.
“Oh I knew it!” Megumi didn’t even get a chance to defend himself as you began to laugh, Yuji had just exposed an embarrassing secret. The number of parties he attended was significantly smaller than the number you and Yuji had. That’s not to say he’s never been… it was more so an every few week thing, rather than every weekend and then some. “Oh fuck off.” He groaned, making his way up the car lined street, leaving the two of you behind. “We gotta get a couple of drinks in him, maybe he’ll loosen up a bit.” You snort as Yuji quickly agrees, chasing after his moody friend.
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It was happening far too fast for his liking. Megumi made the stupid choice of not dropping the annoyed act, not even after he crossed over the threshold of the raging party. He was quickly led to the drink table by Yuji, completely losing sight of you as you got pulled away by a group of old friends. He could still make out Todo’s booming voice over the pounding music, especially when he called your name. Megumi couldn’t see you of course, instead he was being handed shots and other liquors while people tried to talk to him. Maybe it was stupid to think he could get his revenge at a party like this.
The environment overwhelming him was much more your domain than his, and that was saying it lightly. Now he was stumbling towards the backyard, the house far too crowded and far too stuffy to enjoy. The buzz he had going made him feel like the room was spinning, as if a rug was about to be pulled from under him and he couldn’t move fast enough. “Fucking Yuji.” He groaned, slipping past a group of girls that were not so subtly checking him out. Yuji, too, had abandoned him at some point in the night, by now it had to be close to 10pm.
You were just as bad, in the three hours you’d been here, he still couldn’t find you. He hit the grass a moment later, some sort of relief flooding him as the cooler night air met his clammy skin. He felt like a lightweight, months of barely drinking were starting to bite him in the ass. “Y/n… where the fuck are you?” He wasn’t even whispering, the music was still playing on speakers that surrounded a large in-ground pool, no one would pay him any mind anyways. It was just as crowded back here as it was in the house, but at least it was far more spacious. Now all he had to avoid was rouge splashes from the drunken fools.
He found an empty seat, claiming it before someone else could. The stability was enough for him to be able to focus, eyes scanning his surroundings until a familiar face appeared. Yuji was closer to the deep end, hand roughly gripping the concrete edge of the pool. It took Megumi’s foggy mind an extra few seconds to process what he was seeing. Yuji wasn’t alone, not by a long shot. You were with him, arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered in his ear. Nothing could have sobered Megumi faster than that sight. Yuji’s cheeks were flushed, undoubtedly his other arm was wrapped around your waist.
For a moment, Megumi could have sworn he saw red, yet he couldn’t move from the chair he was in. Instead, he watched, suddenly too aware of the world around him yet not at all at the same time. It was like tunnel vision, all he could focus on was the way you were laughing with Yuji. Your hands were playing with the damp strands of pink hair, eyes locked with his as you talked aimlessly about anything, not that Megumi could hear. He watched as you pushed away, dragging Yuji away from the pool’s edge to disappear under the water’s surface together. Megumi felt his heart rate spike, the world starting to spin again as he anxiously waited.
You surfaced a moment later, your laughter reaching him even over the music. That’s when it happened, your lips pressed to Yuji’s with such confidence that he was certain it couldn’t have been the first time you’d done that tonight. You pulled away from Yuji a moment later, watching his eyes open half heartedly as he chased your lips. You missed this feeling, drunk with music pounding all around you and an attractive someone’s hands all over you. Yuji wasn’t his best friend, the one you really wanted was Megumi. For now, his polar opposite best friend would be enough to satisfy your drunken mind.
Or at least that’s what you thought. Suddenly you were looking up at the man in question, his eyes full of hatred as he stared at the two of you. “Yooooo Fushiguroooo!” Yuji, clueless as ever, just smiled dopely at his best friend. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even look at him. Instead his eyes were focused on you, it was enough to send a flurry of butterflies swarming around your insides. “Get out of the pool.” You watched his jaw clench, his hands were balled into fists, as if he was daring you to try and defy him. You felt laughter bubbling in your chest, your little Megumi was trying so hard to be intimidating.
“Why? I’m having fun.” You pulled Yuji a little closer, chest pressing to him as you smirked up at Megumi. “Get the fuck out of the pool.” He repeated, throat bobbing as he swallowed. For once he didn’t care if anyone was paying attention to him, he didn’t care if he made a fool out of himself, he was getting you out of that pool. He was getting you away from Yuji. You tilted your head, a smile tugging up your lips in a way that Megumi would have found sweet if it weren’t for the look in your eyes. “Is something bothering you?” Your hands were grabbing at Yuji’s face, the poor boy was too far gone to really pay attention to you and Megumi’s conversation.
You pressed your lips to his again, a kiss Yuji greedily accepted. Your hands traveled to bury in his wet hair, legs wrapping around his waist. He was taller than you, his feet could still reach the bottom whereas you were struggling. One eye peaked open, aiming to gauge Megumi’s reaction. Instead you were left hanging, the man in question was no longer by the pool’s edge. You parted from Yuji out of shock, he wasn’t even bothered, instead he began kissing your neck. You tried to look around, figure out where he could have disappeared to in such a short time.
Instead all you saw was drunk party goers doing an stay of things like dancing, laughing, low key fucking… you stopped the moment a second pair of arms met your waist. You tried to whirl around and look but you couldn’t, you didn’t need to really. You knew who it was the second their chest met your back. “D-did you really…?” Megumi had jumped in the pool, fully clothed. You were in for it now. He was quiet, not so gently tugging you away from Yuji. To his dismay, the pink haired man had already managed to leave a hickey on your neck. “Yo… Fushiguro? Whatta you doin?” His speech was slurring yet he let go of you easily, allowing Megumi to drag you through the water and towards the edge.
“None of your business.” It was quiet and full of anger, you just shrugged at Yuji as you were pulled away. “Am I still getting a ride home?” You shrugged again, yelping as Megumi forced you up the ladder first. “Fuck Fushiguro! Chill the fuck out.” You stumbled onto the concrete, apologizing half heartedly to anyone you bumped into. Megumi didn’t respond, instead he pulled himself out a moment after you, hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you away. “What the fuck is your problem?” Megumi was making a beeline for the pool house, tucked away in the corner of the large backyard.
“Oh now you aren’t going to answer me? Fucking Christ Fushiguro! If you wanna leave that badly call a fucking uber or something. I’m not driving either of us back to campus soaking wet, you jumping in the pool was your own damn fault! And you know what? How fucking dare you pull me away from Yuji!” His grip grew tighter, so much so that you nearly yelped. “Answer me you ass!” You no longer felt the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, now, nothing but anger was left in its wake. “I can’t believe this! Really! I shouldn’t have even asked you to come. I should have just taken Yuji.”
You were about to continue your ranting but Megumi had you tucked away and out of sight, your back pressed harshly to the wooden exterior of the pool house. “If you would just quit bitching for five fucking seconds and let me fucking talk.” His face was inches from yours, hands now pressed to the wall caging in your head. “You are fucking unbearable. Seriously. I can’t fucking stand you.” You scoffed as he drew out each word, as if he was talking to a child. “I can’t fucking stand you either bozo. If you dragged me over here like some creep just to berate me, I’m fucking leaving your ass here.”
You tried to duck under his arm, instead he lowered it, body moving closer until you were really trapped. “I wasn’t fucking finished.” You swallowed, lips pressing together in a tight line. He was close, too close even. You found it hard not to think back on what you had done earlier in the day, something that felt like it occurred decades ago at this point. “You have been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass for months now. You love to fucking piss me off, you know just how to get under my fucking skin. Honestly it’s impressive at this point.” He paused, eyes trailing over your unreadable expression.
“Then you to and fuck youself using my cock. You acted so fucking smug, like it was the easiest thing in the word for you to get on that couch and stuff yourself full of me. It fucking pisses me off. You are all I’ve been able to fucking think about, and then I find you with Yuji.” You were frozen, not expecting his berating to take the turn you had been hoping it would. “Does it bother you? Does it bother you I would have fucked your best friend if you didn’t interrupt?” He moved closer, your mind shutting down for a moment when you felt something hard press to your hip. “Does it feel like it bothered me?”
You swallowed, eyes shifting between his face and somewhere behind him. You suddenly lost the confidence to maintain eye contact with him. “Well?” He sounded a bit calmer, still waiting for you to reply. He took your silence as an opportunity to finally look at your bathing suit, which had been teasing him since you left the dorms. It was a two piece, a stringy top clinging to your chest with a pair of bottoms that hugged you perfectly. It flattered you in every possible way, for a moment Megumi almost forgot why he was so pissed off to begin with.
There was something about you that made him feel so… pliant. Like he would be putty in your hands the second you showed any signs of reciprocation. “Fushiguro…” you weren’t sure what to say, your voice hesitant for once while talking to him. You knew what you wanted, you could feel what he wanted, yet you were still waiting for him to take control. You didn’t necessarily want to answer him, you wanted him to act on his own accord. “Do whatever you want.” There was a small bite in your tone, one that made a smile pull at your lips. At least there was a teeny bit of attitude left in you.
Those were dangerous words for Megumi to hear, a low groan slipping past his lips as his head fell. With his face falling from view, it gave you a second to catch your breath, for a split second you were able to ignore how close his body was. As his head raised to meet you, another thought crossed your mind. Everything had been such a whirlwind up until this very second, so much so that you had neglected to fully appreciate Megumi with his hair down. His black hair was dripping wet, plastered to his forehead in some places. Despite that, it was already beginning to stick up again in other areas.
Maybe that really was the way his hair naturally sat.
“Say it again.” He murmured, the bite in his voice gone for that brief second. “Say what?” You knew what he wanted, yet you still couldn’t let him have his way, always needing to find a way and make it difficult. “You know what.” There it was, that angry tone that made butterflies whirl around your body. “Do whatever you want, Megumi.” You drew out the end of his name, tensely anticipating what he’d do because of it. Softly, just barely audible you heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like “fuck it.” You couldn’t process it for long, his lips crashed against your’s with so much force your head hit the wall behind you.
A strangled yelp died on your lips as Megumi consumed it. Your hands reached up to plant themselves on his wet chest, nails digging into the damp material to pull him even closer. A larger hand came up to grab the back of your neck, the other reaching for your waist as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You groaned, mouth parting to easily welcome his tongue. You hoped no one was drunk enough to stumble back this way, your whole body feeling as if it was lit on fire as Megumi pressed you up against the wall behind you. It felt as if you were trying to consume each other from the inside out.
You tug until the material begins to strain under your touch, only then do his hands leave you to pull the garment off of him. You wanted to pull away, appreciate his fully bare torso rather than the little sliver you got back in the common room. Megumi, however, wouldn’t let your lips leave his, only satisfying your urges by pressing his body fully against yours again. His skin was hot to the touch, still damp from jumping in the pool. You moaned, hands roaming over every inch you could touch while shivers passed through his broad frame. You pulled away reluctantly, gasping for air as Megumi’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, aiming to pull your lips back to his.
“Fuck… Lemme breathe.” Your chest heaving against his as he mumbled an apology. It was quiet, save for the pounding music further up the yard, right now it felt as if that party was miles away. “Are you okay with this? Here? It’ll be kind of tricky.” Your nails were scraping his hips, a look of pure lust passing over his face as he squirmed under your touch. “Does the pool house… have anything? Or is it just equipment.” He was staring at your lips as he spoke, hands still cupping your face. “I-I don’t remember… but there has to be something in there we can use…” he was on you again, lips meeting yours as his hands left your face and moved to your ass.
You squealed as he hauled you upwards, finding it hard to miss the smirk on his face. “A warning would help.” Your lips were back on his before he could even respond, nails scraping up his shoulders. You gasped, pulling away from him as your back left the wall, lips moving to suction to his neck as he quickly carried you around to the front of the pool house. You knew it was getting to him, your teeth sinking into the sensitive junction where his shoulder met his neck. “Fuck.” He missed the doorknob first go, hand fumbling to grab it a second time and shove it open. “So eager.” You teased as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Looks like it’s our lucky day.”
You pulled away from his neck, turning to survey the dark room. It seems they had turned it into a guest house rather than a pool storage area. There was a bed, a dresser and a TV on the wall. On the other end there was a large pool table. Pool supplies and equipment were shoved in the corner. “Damn, you’re right.” You deadpanned, lips moving back to bite his earlobe. He groaned, nails digging into your flesh as he made a beeline for the sizable bed. You were dropped unceremoniously down onto the soft comforter, your damp bathing suit already making a mark. It didn’t take long for Megumi to crawl over you, knees planting firmly between your thighs.
There was a moment of silence, the dull thrum of music playing just beyond the walls. Megumi’s lips pressed to yours again, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he moved to tug your bathing suit top off. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrapping upwards in hopes of leaving marks while arching your back enough for him to pull the knot loose. Megumi pulled away the moment he felt the strings come loose, one aching thought had been desperately wanting to see your breasts. “Stop fucking pulling away.” You held back a smirk as your top was tossed off to the side, watching as Megumi’s eyes drank in every inch of skin.
“Shut up.” he mumbled a delayed response as his lips descended on your chest. You held in a shaky gasp, relishing in the feeling of his swollen lips against your skin. A large hand came up to massage the soft flesh while the other was lavished under his tongue. You buried a hand in his hair, tugging softly as he rolled the pebbled skin between two fingers. Heat pooled in your gut the longer he toyed with your breasts, “fuck… these are so cute.” he licked up your sternum, teeth scraping your collarbone as he moved to return the favor by biting your ear. “Megumi…” your chest was heaving, waiting for him to do more.
He glanced at your flushed face, lips parted as if silently begging him for more. Your chest was glistening with his saliva, dark bruises forming sporadically on your breasts. “Hmm?” he hummed, hands coming down to hook under your knees and push them upwards. “What do you want?” he murmured as he took your earlobe in his mouth, hips lowering to press against yours with his new angle. “More… want you… inside.” your hips jolted to meet his, the smallest bit of relief washing through you as you met his sloppy thrusts. “Mmm I’ve already been inside though…” he stopped rolling his hips, pressing himself tightly to your aching cunt. “Want you…inside again…”
You felt drunk off his touch, the alcohol in your system felt like nothing compared to the way he was making you feel. “Is that so? I was thinking of something else honestly…” he pushed himself back up, admiring you for a moment as he got off the bed. You pushed yourself up, using your elbows for balance as you watched Megumi get on his knees. “Do you mind?” he was already hooking a slim finger under the band of your bathing suit bottoms. “N-not at all.” You couldn’t bear the eye contact, choosing to lay flat on your back as Megumi exposed your cunt for a second time. You tried to slow your breathing, hands twitching to grab the comforter below you.
You waited, eyes peeking open when Megumi still hadn’t done anything. “What are you…” he laughed softly, hands spreading your thighs further apart. “Just looking… now do me a favor.” He pushed upwards a bit so you could make better eye contact. “Keep these spread nice and wide for me. If you even try to close them I’ll walk out and leave you here with no clothes.” You let your head fall back in order to keep him from seeing you roll your eyes. “Yeah yeah I got it-“ you gasped as a harsh slap made your thighs shake. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes.” you nodded, a hand slapping over your mouth in an attempt to hide how it made you feel, his low chuckle told you it didn’t help.
You braced yourself as his hands left your thighs, two fingers roughly spreading you open. Megumi’s fingers trailed between your slick folds, collecting your arousal before spitting on his fingers, plunging two of them knuckle deep with no warning a moment later. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching as he scissored you roughly. His mouth met your clit a second later, licking in time with the way his fingers spread inside of you. Instead of thrusting them in and out, he began massaging them in different areas, clearly looking for something. You kept your thighs spread as he asked, hands gripping the comforter tightly as you forced your hips not to jerk. Your head flew back, a loud cry leaving your lips as he found what he was looking for.
“There we go…” his mouth was back on your clit a moment later, two fingers massaging the spongy part of your walls. You felt breathless, a whine leaving your lips with every exhale. Megumi loved every second, your cunt coating his fingers in your warm arousal as he kept abusing your g-spot. Slowly, his hand lowered to palm himself through his pants, fingers fumbling to pull the wet material open so he could properly relieve his tension. He freed his aching cock, hand wrapping around his length to sloppily pump himself. “Megumi…” you mewled, hand shooting down to grab a fistful of his hair to keep him in place as your orgasm crept up on you.
He didn't fight back, eager to feel you cum around his fingers as he chased his own release. “Megumi fuck! Please…please” you pant, eyes squeezing shut as you begged for him to not leave you hanging. Megumi groaned against your cunt, panting as his tongue struggled to maintain a steady pace, his own release creeping up faster than he would have liked. Evey circle of his fingers made it feel as if you were about to burst open and make an absolute mess of the sheets below you. Instead of stopping him, you let it happen, aching to feel your cunt clench and gush around his fingers. Megumi focused his attention on his head, thumb brushing over his slit and hips jerking as he overstimulated himself.
You wailed his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, warm liquid rushing down your cunt and thighs, staining the sheets below you as you fought to keep from screaming. Your reaction alone was enough to have Megumi spilling into his fist as he worked you through your own release. He wasn’t done with you yet, pulling his fingers out of your tight heat as he stood to properly discard his bottoms. “M-Megumi please gimme… gimme a second… w-wait wait…” he was plunging himself into your already sensitive cunt, tears burning your eyes as you had no time to breathe. “Fuck!” you squirmed as his length split you open.
“You don’t get any mercy, you didn’t show me any.” his mouth was against your ear, his hands pushing your thighs towards your chest, successfully trapping you in a mating press. “Y-your just mad… I…” you lost your train of thought, not able to form a coherent sentence as Megumi’s hips drew backwards and slammed forward again. “Don’t give me shit when you got your pussy stuffed full of me.” your head turned to the side, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Megumi chuckled at your embarrassment, finding satisfaction in the way you couldn’t look at him.
Megumi didn’t care how overstimulated he got, he was already addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him so tightly. “You look so— fuck—- fucking pretty when you cry.” You hadn’t realized you had been crying until he said something, eyes fluttering open with wet lashes. Your hands found stability in his hair once again, tugging on the strands until his lips met yours in a salty kiss. He whined, tongue lapping your mouth so you could taste your own arousal mixed with his saliva. That familiar tension was building in your gut tenfold, overly sensitive from your first release. “M-Megumi… please don’t… don’t cum in me this time.” You were positive you’d get pregnant if he were to cum in you twice in the same day.
“Oh don’t worry…” he had something else in mind, he could control himself enough to see it through. Megumi’s hand snuck down between your bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit to rub it harshly. You mewled, throat hoarse from the amount of times you’d said his name. “Come on… wanna feel your pretty pussy squeeze me tight again, been thinkin ‘bout it ever since.” He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth sucking it before letting it go again. You gasped, your second orgasm more intense than the first as your walls sputtered around his aching length. “Good girl…” he cooed, hips pistoning into you as your orgasm fizzled out. He wasn’t too far behind you, a few more thrusts until he was yanking himself back out.
“Squeeze these together.” He tapped your breasts as he kneeled, pulling your aching thighs down so he could straddle you instead. You did as you were told, eyes heavy as you blindly followed his instructions. Megumi pumped himself steadily, brows furrowing in the effort to keep himself from coming just yet. He placed the tip of his cock between your breasts, giving it a tentative press forward before pulling back. You whined, understanding his intentions as you squeezed your breasts together a little tighter. “Cum on me.” You mumbled, hazy eyes meeting his. “Fucking… don’t say that shit so causally..” he picked up his pace without realizing.
“Megumi~ please cum on me.” You repeated, mouth parting slightly so your tongue could slip out. The sensitive head of his cock met your warm tongue with every thrust forward, it was enough to have him double over, stars clouding his vision as his release spurted over your face and chest. You collected the little you could on your tongue, swallowing it as he stared down at you with a shocked expression. “Thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, not caring about the sticky mess that you had no way to clean. “Fuck…” he gasped, body giving out and collapsing beside you, careful to avoid the mess he left on you.
“Wanna do it again?” You had no energy, not even enough to lift your head. There was, however, something funny about the way you could feel Megumi’s body tense despite not being close enough to touch. “Fuck… give me a few minutes, yeah?” Oh. You blinked, head flopping lazily to the side to look at his sweaty form. “Well you’ll have to clean me up first, if you really wanna go again you’ll be doing all the work.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open, not expecting to hear the pool house door open a moment later.
“Fushiguro? Your shirt was outside are you…” any ounce of exhaustion in Megumi’s body left him the moment Yuji drunkenly stumbled inside. You gasped, curling in on yourself to try and shield your body from his view. Megumi was on top of you a second later, covering your body with his. “What the fuck Itadori?” He barked, angrier than he had ever sounded towards his best friend. Yuji was too many drinks to count, but it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. “What the fuck me? What the fuck, you! Really bro?”
He dropped his shirt on the ground, suddenly getting defensive. “Get the fuck out, I’m not discussing shit with you, Itadori. Not right now.” The pink haired man didn’t seem to like that, face flushing with anger. “Oh get over yourself! You said you fucking hated her! Now I find you naked in bed with her? You knew I fucking liked her!” Yuji had no issues with Megumi pursuing you until you were all over him in that pool. Maybe he really was too drunk to have this conversation but betrayal was creeping its way up his chest. “Itadori, get out.” Megumi remained calm, feeling you tense under him at Yuji’s words.
He stared, unsure what to do. He glanced at you, just hidden from sight and knew for your sake it would be best for him to leave. So he did, shaking his head as he slammed the door behind him. “Can we just stay here tonight?” You mumbled after a moment of silence passed. “Yeah… we’ll deal with that… later.” Megumi got up, walking over to lock the door like he should have done in the first place. “I don’t think anyone will notice if we just spend the rest of the night here.” He stumbled back to the bed, laughing as you looked him up and down. “You still need to clean me up.” It was starting to turn sticky on your skin.
“That’s a personal problem for you to fix…” a pillow thrown at him was enough to have him collapsing on top of you, lips crashing messily to yours. “Fine… since I don’t want to listen to your bitching.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him again before pulling away. “Isn’t my bitching what got us here in the first place?” This time, Megumi rolled his eyes. “Maybe it was…”
Part 2? Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated 💞 - May
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My sincerest apologies I stumbled upon a few posts and couldn't stop thinking about it... Nsfw warning..
• Eyeless Jack
• 100% a top
• The only way you're topping him is when you ride him, which even then no you're not.
• Animalistic. Growls, grunts, and huffs. Tends to cage you beneath him like his prey as he plows you.
• Needy like an Alpha in Rut. I'm talking he'll grip on to you as he desperately ruts into you and because lust is a form of hunger for flesh the demonic man needs more than one round each session.
• Soft dom for sure and a service top who ideally wants a service bottom
• Think "Shh, little one, you're doing so good for me, you can handle a couple more rounds for me, hmm? Let me make you feel good a few more times, can't you?"
• Breeding kink, he doesn't care if he can't actually get you pregnant, if you don't have the "equipment" to do so, or if it'd make you uncomfortable to be, he doesn't have to make you pregnant in actuality, if you can't or don't want to he won't but he just loves to try. Just the thought of of pumping you so full of him and seeing you so full of him turns him on.
• Super into marking. Biting, hickies, claw marks, you name it. He likes leaving proof that you're his behind.
• He's practically blind so all of his other senses are heightened, he is legitimately so good at hitting all the right spots.
• Long tongue, monster cock, enough said.
• Likes cockwarming, specifically after the a session, you're just so warm and welcoming and full, why'd he want to pull out?
• If he wasn't such a clean freak, he'd probably be into butt plugs/keeping his cum inside you. But since I feel like he tries to keep personal spaces/property clean he wouldn't.
• Really good at aftercare, we're talking bubble bath, water, snacks, cuddles the works.
• Ben drowned
• Switch
• Loves to 'play' with you and have you 'play' with him
• Would 100% want to mess around while video gaming and the two of you probably have in whatever way you could ever think of.
• Also likes cockwarming but in a more traditional way of he just likes having you on his cock feeling your walls around him without doing anything other than being inside you or vice versa.
• Wants to fuck you or be fucked by you in full cosplay.
• He's a thigh guy. He likes thighs. He likes to sit with his head between your thighs and give you head.
• He also likes overstimulation so he likes to sit with his head squeezed between your thighs giving you head until you're crying and trembling and can't give him any more. Also enjoys should you do the same.
• So needless to say also a multiple rounds type of guy.
• Bro is almost always horny I swear to God. Like he'll watch you through your phone as you take a shower relieving himself as he does so and fucking you right after you get out. His Libido is insane.
• A wee bit of a somnophilliac. But think a 'yes' or 'no' pillow situation where if you ever fell asleep on the yes side you'd wake up cock drunk or vice versa.
• Also a dacryphilliac in the sense where he loves seeing you cry from pleasure overload.
• Has a mild degradation kink and likes it best when paired with praise. Think, "That a good slut, don't let a drop go to waste okay?"
• He's into hypnosis and mind control, something about being all foggy brained as he gets his guts rearranged/the glossy far away look in your eyes as he fucks you until you're dick drunk makes him hard as hell. He likes controlling you and being controlled by you.
• His idea of aftercare is falling asleep in your arms or with you in his arms waking up a few hours later to wash off the now cold and uncomfortable sticky situation putting on each other's shirts and waking up in the morning to have sex again, then water/breakfast if he's feeling sweet.
• Laughing Jack
• Probably hot take I think he wouldn't... I think he's ace and sex repulsed.
• I think because he was once a guardian angel for a child he just thinks it's really not for him and he's okay with that.
• But if his beloved asked for some 'help' in one way or shape or another he'd help them. Or if you asked him to 'play' with you. He would.
• He'd also watch you if you wanted him to and be really good with aftercare.
• Jeff the Killer
• "100"% Top, you'd be punished if you tried to top him and failed but if you tried and succeeded he'd bottom for you and probably enjoy it enough to let you top him again.
• Sadist
• Hard dom
• Brat tamer
• Somnophilliac and dacryphilliac, he likes it best when they go hand in hand
• Has a knife kink and likes knife play
• Needy and has a degradation kink. Think projecting insults and such. Like "Such a needy little cock slut, look at you, your body sucks me in so greedily, you really need to be dicked down so badly, huh slut?"
• Loves objectification and dumbification. Loves how your his cock sleeve, cum dumpster, and fuck toy.
• Would ideally have a brat as a partner and would ideally get to punish them every night.
• Likes tying you up and blindfolding you.
• Also likes edging a lot, in fact most nights is an edging session in itself. He loves to see how close he can get the both of you to climax without ever letting you or himself cum.
• Into orgasm denial as well. Like if you cum before you were given permission, he'll make sure you can't cum for the rest of the night while he cums plenty.
• Glory holes turn him on, he likes the thought of fucking you through one.
• Into breath play and choking, both giving and receiving
• He'll deadass just say "That was fun" or "Thanks baby!" or something along those lines, pull you to his chest while groping your ass as "aftercare"
• Homicidal Liu
• Soft dom/service top
• his nurturing nature extends to the bedroom. He has rules for you in the bedroom and out that if you follow will lead to rewards and if you don't lead to punishment.
• unless you misbehave then he'll have no choice but to punish you because brats don't get to cum or have 'playtime' at all, they get to watch 'sir' cum without them.
•orgasm denial/overstimulation
• On the other hand if you're good you get to cum until you physically can't anymore. Congratulations.
• Has a worship kink wants to worship you and be worshipped in return. He will lap you up like you're the nectar of the gods, savoring in your sweet, decadent noises until you melt in his mouth. Caressing you as he buried himself in your heat and feeling oh so powerful as you look at him lovingly as he pounds you taking pride in the fact he's the only one who's making you cum.
• Has a praise kink and will praise you non stop.
• Has a thing for thigh highs/garters/collars/ears and a tail
• Also has a thing for you wearing his clothes.
• Into dumbification in the sweet way. Think "Ah ah honey, thinking is my job. You're just my sweet little thing, let me take care of everything."
• He adores "easy access" anything
• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from pleasure.
• The king of after care just like with EJ there will be bathing, water, snacks, praise, cuddles the works.
• Ticci Toby
• He's a switch in the term that he'd let you ride him while he was tied up, blindfolded, and unable to move or touch you and let you milk him dry. But you're not pegging/fucking him.
• Into roleplay scenarios.
• Likes seeing you half dressed, loves seeing you half dressed moaning beneath him or bouncing on his cock.
• Huge Pervert, you can't do anything without him getting bricked af.
• Likes strip teases/lap dances
• He adores "easy access" anything
• Loves marking and overstimulation. Also orgasm control. Basically anything that marks you as his or proves he's in charge of pleasuring you and only he truly satisfied you.
• I'll be so fr with you he also loves being covered in hickies by you.
• Also loves to tie you up. You're like a present for him and only him.
• He's down to try almost anything at least once.
• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from too much intense pleasure.
• Has a thing for enthusiastic consent. It legitimately is something he cannot proceed without and it turns him on to know you want him that badly.
• Has a voice kink and a praise kink.
• He loves getting you dick drunk and likes it better when your hips grind needily against his after you're all orgasmed out but so foggy that you want more nonetheless as you warm his cock.
• He's surprisingly good at aftercare, he'll wash you up, bring you some water, tell you how happy and proud he is, and cuddle you.
• Brian/Hoodie
• 100% Top
• He has a Daddy Kink and likes dd/l
• He gets hard picking out your outfits and dressing you as well as bathing you.
• He's a soft Dom but he's rough in bed if the two of you had a dry spell he'll fuck you as desperately as EJ does.
• Otherwise however normally he treats you like you're made of glass as he fucks you.
• Has a kink/fetish for infantilization/dumbification. "Baby, sweetheart , doll face you can't take care of yourself. You're too little, so just stay with daddy, let daddy take care of you, make you feel good, hm?"
• Also has a breeding kink, he wants you to be filled with his seed each time the two of you fuck.
• He doesn't take kindly to teasing, if you tease him he'll edge and overstimulate you until you physically cannot cum anymore. Aka BIG on orgasm control
• He loves to leave hickies and bite marks all over you.
• He's also a somnophilliac, he likes making you squirm and whimper as you wake up on his cock.
• He has a corruption kink. He likes doing lewd things to his innocent looking partner/little.
• That leads us to dacryphillia he likes making you cry from intense pleasures he caused you as you tremble and cling to him
• He's very good, an expert even, at aftercare he does everything right so you are taken care of with both physical and mental needs.
• Tim/Masky
• 100% Top
• I feel like he likes to be called master or sir
• He has a thing for praising you
•A voice kink for hearing your pretty noises
• He loves manhandling you and likes to pin you down beneath him.
•Likes pulling hair/guiding your head via your hair.
• Gets hard as a rock when you wear his clothes he doesn't care what for
• He's into dumbification and getting you so drunk on pleasure that you forget your own name.
• Something about if you wear the hat you ride the cowboy and your cowboy has very good control so you're going to be there for a while until he's had his full which is when he'll actually start trying.
• He's into edging and overstimulation hand in hand meaning edging the two of you to each orgasm and then going until neither of you can cum anymore.
• This man loves marking you.
• He'll cover every inch he can with hickies and bite marks.
• In fact, the main reason you're sore is not only because he rocked your shit but you are covered in hickies and bite marks, everywhere, too much to even attempt to cover.
• He's an expert on aftercare and your aftercare is specifically catered to your needs as a partner and person as well as your physical needs: water, food if hungry, bathing.
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Tʜᴇ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Wᴏʀᴅs | Pᴀʀᴛ 3
➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!sully!reader
➜ Warnings: kissing, fluff, not properly proof read.
➜ Word Count: 0.9k
➜ Notes: Thank you for 300??? Like this is honestly insane, I appreciate all the love I’ve received for this mini series, y’all are amazing! Please tell me if I forgot any warnings, and a reminder that my inbox is always open for asks!
Also I feel like this is kinda bad...anyways enjoy <3
Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2 | Pᴀʀᴛ 3
Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
Aonung watched from afar as you handed the necklace to Tsireya, a shy smile on your face as she took it from you and examined it happily. She pulled you into a hug with a bright smile, thanking you profusely and complementing your work before tying it around her neck.
A sense of jealousy bubbled within the boy as he watched the friendly exchange. Since when had you been friends? Let alone friends close enough to gift each other things.
It wasn’t fair, he thought, that you were gifting things to a practical stranger while shoving him - someone who you knew and had showed very obvious romantic interest in you, or at least to his standards - was being shoved aside.
He turned away, unable to watch as Tsireya ran her fingers across the finely woven thread and handpicked stones that sat on her neck and walked away.
Aonung made many more little check-ins on you in the next few days, often times his time was cut short by his own jealousy or sorrow. He was following you around like a lost puppy and although he would never admit it, in the short time you had stopped speaking to him, he had actually come to miss you. You’d been on his mind constantly as he tried to figure out how to fix his actions and make up for his harsh words from the other night.
“Hey are you even listening?” Rotxo asked as he stopped, planting his feet in the sand and looking at Aonung.
“What- Yeah of course I am!” Aonung responded, lying straight to his teeth to his bestfriend. He'd only been half listening to Rotxo as he talked about his latest village ‘adventures’. Rotxo opened his mouth to argue that he really hadn't been, when they were interrupted by a body colliding with Aonung. Aonung looked down, a glare set on his face as he got ready to spit venom at whoever had just bumped into him, only for the words to hitch in his throat as he saw who it was.
That was the other thing, ever since your argument with Aonung, he had been on edge, tense and extra mean. He’d begun picking on your brothers even more, waving off his friends and getting angry over the smallest of things. The boy just didn’t know how to handle losing someone over his own stupidity, and it was eating at him.
“i’m sorr-” you began to apologize, looking up but you cut yourself off as you saw it was him. Your face fell, jerking your hands back from his torso like he’d burned you and glaring at him. He just stared down at you blankly, unsure of what to say or do – he always felt unsure around you. Suddenly the air felt thick as the two of you stared at each other. Rotxo was quick to pick up on the tension that now surrounded the two of you like an aura, mumbling something about needing to go help his father and running off.
“Y/N...” Aonung started, and immediately you were pushing past him, refusing to waste your time on another of his bullshit apologies. He grabbed your arm, preventing you from running of and forcing you took look at his pleading gaze and your resolve crumbled. No matter how mad you were at him, your heart still seemed to be in the palm of his hands.
“What?” you seethed, yanking your arm out of his grasp, “Are you here to tell me how ridiculous I’m being again?” he shook his head, casting his gaze to the ground and swallowing his pride as he prepared himself to be transparent with you.
“I just – I just really miss you.” He looked guilty and regretful as he spoke, he even sounded genuine. For a moment you wanted to put it all behind you and forgive him because you’d missed him too. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your thoughts and steeling yourself. He didn’t deserve forgiveness after what he’d done.
“Aonung I already told yo-” he sighed in frustration, mumbling curses to himself. Reaching out, he grabbed you by your forearm and pulled you into him. You stumbled forward, hands placing themselves on his chest, you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing and looking up only to be cut off as he captured your lips with his. Your eyes widened in surprise as he kissed you, your brain short circuiting as you froze.
Only when you began to feel him pull away did you come back to your sense, slipping your eyes shut and moving a hand to cup his face and pull him back down to kiss him back. He smiled into the kiss, placing his hands onto your waist as he kissed you. Hips molding against yours in a slow flurry of passion, each kiss hotter than the last until he was biting at your bottom lip gently, and then letting it go with a wet ‘pop’ as you pulled away with a small smile.
Pressing his forehead against yours, Aonung spoke,
“You still mad at me?” he asked, and you nodded with a hum,
“Very.”
“I’m really sorry, I just didn’t know how to show you I liked you so I picked on you and I just took it to far, and I have no idea what you're going through but whatever it is I want to be there for you,” he said with a sigh, sincerity evident in his voice as he poured his heart out to you.
“You could have just told me like a normal person,” you snipped in amusement.
“Yeah...” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’ll make it up to you though. I swear.” You nodded in agreement, placing a hungry kiss against his lips as you mumbled,
“Let’s finish this first.”
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Hi!! Its the anon who sent in the chan car ride hard thought with the insta reel, if u remember me. But i have came to give u a new hard thought. First off, HAVE YOU SEEN THE VID OF CHAN DOING THAT LIL FINGER MOVE IN HALL OF FAME?!? i feel dizzy. 😵💫 anyways, onto my hard thought, picture this, y/n is scrolling on twt and that tweet that says imagine chan fingering you till you cry (or sum like that i hope you know what tweet im talking abt) and it has the chan vid attached to it, THEN BANGCHAN COMES INTO THE ROOM AND CATCHES Y/N AND FINGERS HEER OMGGGG (also i jus noticed that i used twt and tweet instead of X, sorry lol)
of course i remember you! hi, love! and YES, of course i saw that tweet, and i feel totally not normal about it! i would link them but i can't remember which accounts they're from sigh. also i hate calling it "x" bc cause wtf is that. LMAO
but onto this gem of a thought. honestly, he'd tease you so much if he caught you gushing over those tweets, he'd be so sweet about it though. if you don't mind i wanna add some more to this under the cut cause it just came to mind hehe (it's so long and i didn't proof read. help).
he caught you trying to finger yourself in his dorm room after spending almost hours scrolling through your timeline. you weren't really expecting to see anything interesting, but the only thing that popped up was the clips of him and that finger movement that caught your attention and immediately drove you insane. you couldn't help but keep watching the same clip over and over again in awe. it was just so attractive, especially when he made that certain expression and looked right straight at the camera, almost as if he were looking right at you.
so here you were now, desperately bucking your hips up against your hand, sticking your fingers as far inside your cunt as you could, palming your clit to gain some extra friction. you whined exasperatedly as you failed miserably yet again, not being able to get that stimulation you so desperately wanted.
chan got home a few minutes ago, so he's already been watching you, chuckling to himself softly cause you just look so cute like that—legs spread, face flushed a bright red, fucking your fingers in and out of your sopping hole. you keep going for a few more minutes, until you finally toss your head back to groan in frustration because it's just not enough.
his cock is already twitching, straining in his pants at the sight of you, so he can't help but open the door, and he finds it cute how you immediately close your legs and draw your hand back, the surprise of having been caught in the act showing on your face. he laughs softly and sits next to you on the bed. "what's wrong, love? you upset?" he asks, his tone teasing, yet sweet, and you can tell it's because he knows exactly what you were doing.
you nod and sigh, trying your best to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you were naked on your boyfriend's bed, alone, when you knew he'd always expected you to wait for him whenever you needed to get off. "i was scrolling through twitter, and i saw these tweets about you... i got curious so i spent a while looking at them, and then..." you trail off with a gasp as he suddenly grabs your phone from where you'd put it next to you on the bed. you try to snatch it back, but he's a lot quicker than you. he scrolls a little bit, his expression serious, and then a smug smile plays at the corner of his lips as he looks at you again.
"aw baby, is this why you were so hot and bothered?" he asks, as he shows you one of the clips he was looking at, the same one from earlier, and your face turns an even darker shade of red as you nod. "that why you were using your cute little fingers, even though you know they're not good enough? you've got me right here. you could've asked me instead of just watching videos of me. i'll do whatever you want as long as i can make you feel good."
you feel like you're melting at the way condescension practically drips off his tongue, and you let him spread your legs for you again, this time using his own fingers to tease your swollen bud. he's such a dream come true. "'m sorry i couldn't wait for you," you start, but he shushes you softly. "that's okay, baby. i'm here now. i can help you," he says, and you want to thank him, but your words are cut short by the almost embarrassingly loud squeal that escapes your throat when he suddenly sticks his pointer and middle fingers in without warning, curling them just right, just like in that clip, finally giving you that pleasure you'd been chasing for hours now.
he watches you intently, from the way your back arches, to the way you clench around his fingers, but his expression stays blank. it doesn't take you that long to cum, and when you do, he doesn't stop. you look at him with furrowed brows, whining from the overstimulation, and he simply chuckles at your expression, not saying anything as he keeps torturing your walls with his fingers mercilessly. he's pushing you close to the edge all over again surprisingly quickly, and once you reach your second orgasm, you're already asking him to slow down, stop for a minute, so you can catch your breath. still, he doesn't. by the time you reach your fourth orgasm, you're already a sobbing stuttering mess as he makes you even more dumb on his fingers, begging him to stop, but that only makes him go much faster, his palm smacking your clit as he does so.
"this how needy you are for me? wanting to get yourself off without me cause of some video? you poor thing, thinking your fingers alone would satisfy you. you know you can't do it without me. guess i just have to remind you, hmm?"
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| rayman, ramon & raymesis x reader.
| relationship hcs.
personal song of choice: in my room, by insane clown posse.
i've seen so many rayman edits to this song, it now has him written alll over it. fuuuuuuckkkkkkk. do i write smut? (probably). just take this for now.
| tw:: foul language, raymesis/j, my own hcs, self indulgence, (heavy?)angst, they're all struggling, this is not proof read.
[ a/n:: we need more rayman. i'm still new to writing fanfics(aside my horrid watpad {i forgot how to spell it} phase.) forgive my errors and i hopefully plan to write more of him. he haunts my nightmares(lovingly). i'm ill rn, and wrote most of this in a sleep deprived craze for more rayman. first time writing these characters-- forgive me. ]
(soh/game)rayman.
i feel like he'd be the type to randomly pinch you especially when he feels like he's being ignored, or when you're 'busy'.
he always does it when you least expect it. sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone/reading a book? pinch. getting something to drink? pinch. stargazing? pinch.
loves the little reactions he gets from you. giggles over it. i bet he kicks his feet too.
definitely the type to swipe food from your plate when you're not looking, then gaslight you about it.
you're missing a potato wedge? nuh-uh. you're crazy. how dare you assume that your handsome, loving, amazing boyfriend would ever steal from you. the betrayal...(he did it.)
i like to think he enjoys hand kisses. random thought, but i dunno. i think he'd like to kiss your palms as a source of reassurance, and of course receiving the same affection back would probably give him a heart attack. in a good way of course.
or when you're a bit stressed in public and hold onto the back of his hoodie. like slightly holding onto the fabric where it's almost unnoticeable. probably the cutest thing you could ever do in his eyes. (that or giving him a lil kiss.)
silly things aside, he stuggles a lot. his failures that haunt him day in and out, he's scared to know how long it takes before he fails you too.
simple mistakes can lead to him getting stressed or overwhelmed as he doesn't leave any room for his 'failures', even with something so simple as accidentally knocking something over, breaking stuff, etc... he truly believes that you are one mistake away from leaving him.
he tries to be forgiving of all things with consideration of course, but often times it backfires. he has a naïve view that everyone can, and will change. he wants to believe that they will change for the better, even if the person chooses not to change, or to change for the worse. he blames himself when things go south because of that, he wants to give someone a second chance, but sometimes do they really deserve it? he tells himself he should know better by now, and it was all nothing but wishful thinking. very forgiving for others, but the rules don't apply to himself.
be patient with him, and reassure him whenever you get the chance. he really needs it.
his sleep schedule is the most horrendous schedule you will have ever seen. it's teetering between a full on coma, or staying awake for days on end. he loves taking naps, but sometimes he just can't-- he has work to do. remind him breaks are necessary. force him to sleep when he needs it. for his naps(comas), i don't know. cry? if there's one thing that'll wake him up is the sound of you in distress.
rayman is a sucker for pet names. he will be a puddle of goo in you're hands.
you're in another room, and he's just lounging about. the next moment you're calling for him, needing his help with something? he's right there. like right behind you.
lives for simplicity. babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, hun/hon. consider whatever you need done. he's so whipped for you.
he's also pretty good with pda. again, the pinching. public, private, it doesn't matter. that cute little pout on you're face is something he'd kill for.
personally, i prefer the earlier games personality traits as opposed to (i believe)origins. i do enjoy the childish behavior, however i do believe his immaturity does have a limit. (living for soh!rayman.)
definitely the type to crack the funniest jokes at the worst times imaginable. it's his secret talent.
that, and hitting you with a one liner when you're both faced with a terrible situation. except that one liner is just so good-- you have to at least give him credit for that.
huge soft spot for sentimental gifts. always putting them somehwere safe, and when enough time passes, he likes to go over each and every one. reminiscing about all the little things.
raymesis.
[middle child energy.]
'a hot tempered psycho who's looking to destroy rayman's reputation'. not my words-- it's the wiki's.
with canonical anger issues under his belt(?), he's a bit more brash than the other two. when realizing he may like you, he may turn against you in almost violent ways. but, he hesistates everytime. always missing by a hair.
it takes him a while before he'd able to ever consider that maybe being vulnerable is okay-- just this once.
suprisingly a tad bit cautious of 'being nicer' to you, but he's trying his best.
raymesis is a thing-a-majig with a serious identity crisis.
i like to think that the some of the 4-5 vers. of the evil clones of rayman are just him having multiple 'phases'. it's fun to think of.
on a more serious note: he often feels like he's nothing but a lesser-- a shadow of the heroic rayman. maybe he looks up to him in a way, and finds jealousy in how he can just...keep going. how he's able to be so open, and forgive other so easily despite their past transgressions. he finds it unfair: why is it so difficult for him, but so easy for rayman. he's a clone of him, sure an evil clone, but a clone nonetheless. that's where the deep, dark spiral comes in.
linking to that he struggles to be nice, vulnerable, or open with you. he's supposed to be an evil clone of some heroic figure, and yet he's falling over himself because of you. in his own way, he gets extremely upset-- it pisses him off. he tries to be mean to you, but he can't bring himself to do so. he's supposed to be a 'bad person', but hurting you makes him seem like more of a monster than a villain.
this will all take time for him to process, the best thing you can do is be patient, listen to him rant, and just try and be there for him.
you have definitely mellowed him out, just a bit. he's still an asshole to rayman/j.
they're more like bickering siblings who never get along.
do not expect 'family(?)' dinners to go well.
i feel like mr.dark and the nymphs have serious beef with eachother. wwe smack downs every 'family(?)' dinner. always bet on the nymphs.
wouldn't it be cute for the nymphs to treat raymesis like their son too? just adopting him one day without him knowing? scolding him for lighting that one house down the street on fire?
raymesis doesn't like christmas trees.
there seems to be a reoccurring joke in the descriptions that claim raymesis is 'ugly' despite the fact he's a near clone of rayman. this always leaves him in a puddle of confusion with his confidence always shot. please tell him he's pretty once in a while-- he won't accept the compliment, but he'll think about it for days.
he's not used to praise, and can't take compliments. poor buddy.
he definitely bites. a lot.
of course he's a little more careful with you, he still bites now and again. i feel like he's an agressive lover. wanting to squeeze the life out of things he finds 'cute' without ever admitting it.
he has a purple tongue. that's kinda cool. i like to think he probably has a tongue piercing too? i feel like he's the type.
definitely plenty of pent up feelings that he has a hard time expressing.
but pda? oh yeah. lives for it. his hands always has to be on you in one way or another. get's all agitated, and sulks when you pull you're hand away from his to pick something up, or to rummage through your bag. how dare you-- you owe a huge apology.
pet names; babe/baby, sweetheart, creature, mine, stupid/idiot(lovingly). he's very silly with these.
he has a hard time believing you'd ever choose him compared to the hero, rayman. with time maybe he'll learn you love him, and choose him because he's your first choice.
(superiority complex.)
he may not be the best person, but he's at least willing to learn to be better in his own way.
ramon.
can we all agree on the amount of trust issues this man has right about now? good.
after the betrayal with eden whether you've been in his life for years or not, he finds it hard to put everything out in front. it'll take him some time to rebuild trust after what eden did. and no, him needing to rebuild the trust has nothing to do with you! (i mean that in a good way.) you did nothing wrong(unless you did) in his eyes but, he used to believe eden was his everything. and with that, eden took everything. he worries that with time they'll take you too.
give him reassurance, quality time, the whole mile. remind him you're not going anywhere.
while cuddling in bed(couch, etc) probably the type to refuse to let you go to the bathroom because he doesn't want to let you go.
honestly, very romantic.
he loves fruit, and chocolate covered fruit too.
will buy you some, but steals a few pieces when you're not looking. he's sneaky like that.
also known that he likes sushi, but i feel like he probably has beef with the conveyer belt things. probably a bad experience, or he's mad at it for no reason.
i think he likes habatchi. it's very entertaining.
he's the type to tell the most outrageous stories out of the blue. he's the absolute king of 'i used to know a friend'.
probably kept up with everyone's drama as the news host. stays awake at night thinking about it sometimes.
y'know when someone tells you a joke and you don't get it at first? this is him figuring out what they meant at like 2:30 am.
another terrible sleep schedule. like absolutely horrendous.
he probably has nightmares about his time as a news host. thinking of the lies he used to spread. how much each one impacted someone elses life.
wakes up in a cold sweat. ends up focusing on you're calm breathing, and tries to match it. eventually falls asleep, not before firmly pulling you close to him. even when you wake up, you'll never escape his grasp.
on an alternative route, if you did wake up, he's extremely apologetic. tries to usher you back to sleep. now you're both awake munching on some food watching some shitty trash tv, criticizing why she choose james over percy.
he's not keen on pda. he worries for you're life. it's already a risk for you to be with him-- what if eden sees?
pet names too, but more casual with them behind closed doors. definitely married-couple-core. sweetheart, brat when he's being a pain, or play fighting. hon/hun, baby when he's literally attached to you're hip.
has frequent chronic migraine. enjoys just burying his face into you're stomache and just laying there while you're doing whatever your doing. like a cat.
enjoys the comfortable silence between you two, but small conversation is just as nice.
has guns. you broke a lamp. doesn't let you touch no more./j
he actually prefers you have a gun on your person at all times, even in the comfort of home. you'll never know what could happen when you can't protect yourself.
| the end.
[a/n: sorry it's a little short, but this is my first time writing for these three. addiction is strong, don't do rayman kids.]
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Feel Me
Requested!!!
a/n: he's so... perfect 😭
smut
a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!
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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.
But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.
It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.
Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.
"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.
"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.
But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.
"Oh for fucks sakes-"
A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.
Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.
All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.
By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.
"Hey babe-"
"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.
There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.
"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"
Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.
"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.
The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.
It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.
"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.
"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."
A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?
Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.
"Can you feel me, angel?"
"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."
Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.
"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.
"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."
There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.
"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"
You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.
"Yea... gonna cum baby."
The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.
"Holy fuck-"
For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.
Taeyong is the first to break silence.
"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."
A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.
"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.
He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."
A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."
"Don't worry hum, becuase as soon as i get back I'll starp you to my thigs, and you'll me get ride me and feel me all night long..."
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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.
this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn
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