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park jimin fic rec list (Ⅲ)

woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask 😊🖤

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plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a

↳ jimin isn’t interested in fake dating, but he’s definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like he’s ready to put himself out there and give it all he’s got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didn’t expect to meet.

a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s

↳ all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

it’s okay, that’s love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects

↳ People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

so it goes by @/dovechim f s

↳ Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a

↳ A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a

↳ No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk

↳ It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

after the applause by @foxymoxynoona

↳ Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.

saved by @to-star-lake s a

rockstar au deep subjects read warnings

midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a

↳ there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, ‘former friend’ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?

Easy. You forget about it.

heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s

↳ Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

drifting by@hongcherry f a

↳ After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jimin’s relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.

growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a

↳ Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg

↳ You’ve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.

stardust by @venusjeon f a

↳ struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential family—his patrons—with scandal.

drift by @snackhobi f s

↳ You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

the deli diaries by @jimlingss f

↳ Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

best of me by @xotoosweet f a

↳ when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.

the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a

↳ Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

strip by @yoonia f s a

↳ Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

falling by @/yoonia s a

↳ For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a

↳ Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a

↳ When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)

↳ The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?

our little family by @nightbts f a

↳ you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary

one-shot 35

brand new eyes by @missgeniality s

↳ Jimin’s eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.

waves by @shina913 s

↳ It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.

failure to communicate by @gukslut s

↳ Enemies to Lovers/ College AU

physical by @ppersonna f s

↳ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s

↳ Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a

↳ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

100km/hour by @chateautae s

↳ what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

what it's like by @jimilter s

↳ You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a

↳ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk

↳ He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

scream your panties by @opaljm s a

↳ As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin’s frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend’s delicious self between your legs.

first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a

↳ He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.

antifreeze by @winetae s

↳ Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s

idol au husband au marriage au

only you by @personasintro f s a

↳ you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

sucker by @/personasintro s a

↳ You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a

↳ "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"

summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a

↳ childhood friends to lovers

neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a

↳ It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3

↳ It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.

the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s

↳ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a

↳ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

blue blood by @joonbird s a

↳ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a

↳ moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

locked in love by @parkmuse f s a

↳ Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

peaches and cream by @snackhobi s

↳ you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.

reset by @/dovechim s

↳ We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s

↳ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

Unconditionally by @kstopping s a

↳ Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.

Instinct by @evangelene f a

↳ A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a

↳ “college and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you can’t explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically you’re meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.”

foul play by @kimvtae f s a

↳ Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.

lost and found by @/kimvtae s a

↳ The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.

if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a

↳ Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s

↳ The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.

hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a

↳you've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t...?

↬looking for pjm library or the other members check out my library

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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omg this just popped into my head and i desperately need it like i literally will not be able to stop thinking about it about it till it is written but, ethan landry x reader fic based on gods and monsters by lana del rey oml like it would be phenomenal… i don’t want it to incorporate the lyrics i just want it based on the idea of the song? but not about them being actual gods and monsters like to her ethan is a god. especially the lyrics “this is heaven, what i truly want. it’s innocence lost.”. basically reader is super innocent and ethan sees her as an angel and feels the need to ruin her and she sees him as a god and is obsessed with him. super smutty and him praising her and talking her through it. i know this was a lot but i am obsessed with your writing and i think if you wrote this it would be amazing, but only if you’re comfortable 🫶☺️

HI! I hope this was what you wanted. 💕

Gods & Monsters - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're obsessed with Ethan and he's obsessed with you, but he'd dying to destroy your innocence.

Contains: Fluff-ish moments, Smut - Oral(m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, riding, rough-ish sex. Reader isn't a virgin but doesn't have a lot of experience.

A/N: This was one of the fics I lost the other day, and I'm so sad because I liked what I'd already written before. BUT I was determined to get this done lmao

You didn’t expect to fall so hard for Ethan Landry. What started as a small crush on one of your friends led to full-blown infatuation. Once you found yourself hanging off every word that slipped past his perfect lips, always making sure you were beside him whenever you’d go out with your friends, and even letting your grades slip a little just so you’d have the excuse to be alone with him to study, you realized how fucked you were. You didn’t care, though, because he’s everything you wanted.

He was tall, and very attractive. But what really sucked you in was the way he lit up whenever he talked to you about the things he was passionate about. The way his voice sounded first thing in the morning when you’d all spent the night at Tara’s. The way he ignored any other girls that looked in his direction, at least when he was with you.

Ethan was just as caught up in you as you were with him. The first night you walked into Tara’s, he could’ve sworn you were literally glowing. He thought you were the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen, and once he talked to you and realized how sweet you were, he knew he had to make you his. He found himself daydreaming about taking you on dates, holding your hand, kissing you. But sometimes, his thoughts weren’t so innocent.

He knew you weren’t a virgin, but after a drunken game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ turned sexual, he learned that there were a lot of things you hadn’t done. He wanted to be the first, and hopefully only person you’d do those things with. He even went as far as wondering how you’d sound, the faces you’d make, how much of him you could take in your mouth before it was too much. He felt a little guilty from time to time for thinking about you in that way, because you were just so sweet. But the desire to destroy your innocence just kept getting stronger, no matter how hard he’d try to push those thoughts about you to the side.

The two of you shamelessly flirted with each other, so much that the rest of your friends thought there was something more going on than there was. It wasn’t uncommon for Ethan to pull you into his lap whenever there wasn’t an empty seat available beside him, or for the two of you to be so caught up in your own conversations that you’d forget your friends were even there. He wanted to take things to the next level, but he’d always get nervous and shut down whenever he got close to kissing you.

You lived down the hall from Tara, which made it so convenient for you and Ethan’s study sessions. Whenever you had plans with your friends, Ethan would come to your apartment to study with you before. With exams coming up, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed to get over his nerves and finally make a move. He knew he’d still get to see you, but he wouldn’t have the excuse to spend alone time with you.

As Ethan sat on your bed, his fingers moving against his keyboard, you started to get bored. He kept peaking over his laptop screen to see you stretched out on your stomach at the foot of your bed, scrolling through your phone.

“That’s not homework,” he said, playfully scolding you as you sat up to look at him.

“If I have to keep looking at anything school related, I’m going to go crazy.”

“We still have over an hour before we have to go to Tara’s. What would you like to do?” He asked, closing his computer to give you his attention.

“We could watch a funny movie. I need to laugh,” you suggested, as he shook his head.

“We don’t have enough time for that…but,” he said, sitting his laptop on the bed beside him. “I know how to make you laugh.”

He smirked as he crawled closer to you. You knew what was coming, the slight look of panic in your eyes making him chuckle before his fingers dug into your sides.

“Ethan,” you whined, trying to grab at his hands to pull them off you. You were starting to tear up from laughing, and your breathing was getting heavier. “Stop it! You’re going to make me fall off the bed!”

“I’d never let that happen,” he said, his fingers not letting up.

“Seriously, Ethan!” You were starting to wheeze from laughing so hard, so he finally pulled his hands away. You placed one of your hands on your chest as you tried to take deep breaths, as Ethan settled back into the spot he was in before on your bed. “That was so mean.”

“I think it’s funny that you’ve never tried to get me back,” he said, a smug look on his face. “Is it because I’m stronger than you?”

“Knowing you, you’d have me pinned to the bed so I wouldn’t be able to move while you tickled me.”

Ethan got a little caught up in the idea of that. He wanted to have you pinned to the bed, but not to tickle you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you were moving closer to him, the only thing bringing him back into the moment was when your fingertips started to move against his sides.

“Hey!” he said through his laughter as he grabbed at your hands. You weren’t going to give up easily, so you moved to straddle him, pulling your hands away every time he reached for them. “Please, you gotta stop!”

“No,” you said, your hands moving further up his ribs, making him laugh even harder. He knew it wasn’t meant to be sexual, but the way your ass was rubbing against him as you moved was making him hard.

“Stop!” he yelled, finally grabbing your hands. Your face dropped as you looked at him, and he immediately felt guilty for yelling at you like that. “I’m sorry…you’re just,” he said, letting out a gasp once you started to move off him, your eyes going wide once you felt how hard he was underneath you. “That. You’re making me hard.”

“Oh,” you softly said, staring at the bulge in his jeans. “Is it a bad thing that I did?”

“No…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he sighed, before he sat up. “Does it make you uncomfortable that you do that to me?”

He watched your cheeks turn pink at his question. This wasn’t how he planned on making his move, but the door was wide open for him to have the conversation.

“No,” you said, “have I made you hard before?”

“I get hard just thinking about you,” he confessed, the sexual tension in the room getting stronger as each second passed.

You were starting to get nervous as you sat there. You didn’t have the most experience in the world, your previous sexual encounters with your ex mainly consisted of you just laying there and waiting until he was done, so you didn’t know how to give a blow job. But you wanted to learn. You wanted Ethan to teach you.

“Can I…suck it?” you asked, his eyes growing wide. “Sorry, stupid question.”

“No, it’s not stupid…do you want me to tell you how to do it?” he asked, as you smiled and nodded. “Okay, uh, I’ll just get these off.”

He slid off the side of your bed and unbuttoned his jeans before shimmying them down his legs. You gawked as you saw the tent in his boxers, wondering if you were in over your head for even thinking you could do this.

“I hate to ask this…” no he didn’t. “But would you want to get on the floor? It’d be easier for you.” You nodded as you slid off the side of the bed and stood in front of him. “Wait,” he said, once you started to drop to your knees. You stood back up to face him, as he leaned in to kiss you. You needily kissed him back, your hands on his cheeks as he started to rub your hips. Once you pulled back, he smiled at you. “You don’t feel like you have to do this, right?”

“No, I want to do this,” you said, looking at him as you sank onto the floor.

“Fuck…eye contact like that is good,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “I guess I’ll just slide these down.”

His fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers as he slid them down his thighs, his cock springing free right in front of your face. He let out a sweet laugh once he noticed how wide your eyes got.

“Do I just put it in my mouth?” you asked, as he groaned at how innocent you were.

“Let’s start with just touching it,” he suggested, as you nodded and reached your hand up. “Wrap your hand around it…just like that, baby,” he said, taking a deep breath as he tried to contain himself. “Now move your hand back and forth, but not too fast.”

You did as he said, your eyes glancing between his and his cock. You weren’t sure if you were good at what you were doing, but he was breathing heavier the longer you did it.

“Do you want to try to put it in your mouth?” he asked, as you nodded and leaned forward. “How about you just do what you think is right and I’ll tell you if it’s bad or good?”

“Okay,” you shyly said, hoping that you would get it right.

Ethan’s biggest fantasy was coming to fruition. His head was spinning as you took the head of his cock in your mouth, your hand still stroking him. Even though you weren’t a virgin, he still felt like he was devirginizing you, at least in this way.

“That’s perfect,” he said, his eyes looking into yours as you sucked on his sensitive tip. “Try to take a little more.”

You did as he said, easing a little more of him into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, his grip loose. The last thing he wanted was to push you too far and make you want to stop when you’d just started. He was about to ask you for more, when you boldly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, to the point that you were gagging around him. You quickly pulled your head back, refusing to make eye contact like you’d just done something wrong.

“Hey,” Ethan said, his hand that was in your hair moved to your chin. He tilted your head so you’d look at him, your eyes already watery from the gagging. “If you want to keep going, there’s a little tip that helps with that.”

He showed you the thumb trick, and talked to you about bobbing your head too, along with moving your hand. Once you felt like you had a better understanding of what you needed to do, you leaned forward, taking just as much of him in your mouth as you did before.

You were still gagging a little, but not as bad as you did the first time. Your mouth kept getting more and more wet, the feeling making Ethan groan. His hand snaked back in your hair as he fought the urge to thrust in your mouth.

“You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, “Twist your hand a little…oh fuck.”

You were catching on quickly, and Ethan was so proud of you. Your eyes stayed on his, even when tears started to slip past your lower lash line. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, his grip on your hair tightening.

“Can I try something?” he asked, his eyes pleading with yours. You hummed around him to let him know he could, because the last thing you wanted to do was pull him out of your mouth.

He started to thrust past your lips as you gagged around him, your free hand gripping your thumb as hard as you could. Big, fat teardrops were flowing down your cheeks, but you were loving it. His eyes were fluttering as his jaw dropped open, but he still stayed focused on you, not wanting any of this to be too much.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, his voice a little raspy from his panting. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

You hummed around him again to respond, the vibrations around his cock sending him over the edge as his hand tensed up in your hair, tugging on it harder than he wanted to. You just kept moaning around him, so turned on as his salty cum coated your tastebuds. He gave a few more weak thrusts as his hand in your hair relaxed before he slowly slid out of your mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching down to take your hand. He helped you to your feet before wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Yeah, I liked that,” you said, your voice raw from all the gagging. “Can we do it again?”

“We can do anything you want to,” he said, placing his hands on your hips to hold you close. “But right now, can I eat you out?”

“Oh, Um,” you mumbled, your cheeks getting rosy at the idea. “You want to do that?”

“I’m not your ex,” he said, smirking at you. “I bet he never made you cum.”

“He didn’t,” you sighed, as Ethan backed you towards the bed.

“I will,” he said, as he started to lift your shirt.

Ethan got you out of your jeans and shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He hovered over you, his mouth moving against your neck as his hand roamed your body. You were squirming as you tried to patient, but it was getting harder for you, especially when his hand reached in between your thighs and rubbed you over your panties.

“So wet,” he mumbled against your neck, his breath giving you goosebumps. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

He pulled his hand away as he sat up, grabbing your hands for you to sit up, too. His hands reached around you to unhook your bra, his mouth not leaving your neck as he slid the straps down your arms and threw it to the other side of the room.

“We have to go to Tara’s soon,” you reminded him, as he pulled away and started to laugh.

“We’re probably going to be late.”

He leaned down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You started to whimper as he sucked, pulling off it with a soft pop before he moved to the other side.

Once his lips trailed further down your body, you were trying so hard to be in the moment, but your mind started to wander. You practically worshiped the ground Ethan walked on, and all he wanted in that moment was you, but you still didn’t know if this was going to anything more than a friends with benefits situation, or if he wanted to be with you like you wanted to be with him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he started to kiss your inner thighs.

“Mmm, it’s nothing,” you moaned once he started to suck your flesh into his mouth.

He pulled away to look at you, “No, tell me.”

You sighed in frustration, both from him stopping and you really didn’t want to pour your heart out to him in that moment. But he just kept staring at you, waiting for you to say something.

“I’ve…fuck,” you sighed, taking a deep breath. “I want this…but I need to know how you feel about me.”

He smiled at you as your blush spread across your cheeks. “You haven’t realized that I’m in love with you yet?”

“In love with me?” you asked, as he slid your panties down your legs.

“Mhm, I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he said, before he buried his head between your thighs.

“Shit,” you gasped, as his tongue licked fat stripes from your entrance to your clit.

He started to focus on your clit, giving all the attention to your needy bundle of nerves. You looked down to see that he was watching you, taking in all the little faces you were making. He was alternating between swirling and lightly sucking, the stimulation making your entire body feel hot.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, your legs feeling shaky as he moved it against the spot inside of you that you weren’t even sure existed. He watched you start to fall apart over just one finger, and once he added another one, you were a whimpering mess. He licked your clit a few more times before he pulled away to talk to you, his fingers still moving.

“You never told me how you feel about me,” he said, curving his fingers to apply more pressure.

“Unfff, fuck,” you whined, your hands tightly gripping the comforter underneath you.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop,” he playfully said, smirking as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.

Your brain was turning to mush, but you pulled yourself together for a second, not wanting him to stop. “I’m in love with you, too.”

He leaned back down to your clit, sucking on it a little harder than he had before. Your whines got louder as the euphoric feeling washed over you, his free hand holding down your bucking hips. It felt so good that your eyes started to water, your entire body tingling as he worked you through it.

Just as you came down from your high, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You were too fucked out from Ethan’s fingers to even care, as he started to laugh.

“I bet that’s Tara,” he said, as he laid down beside you. “We’re late.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, lazily sliding your naked body off the side of your bed, landing on your feet.

You grabbed your robe and put it on, your legs still wobbly as you made your way to the front door. You looked out the peephole to see Tara and Mindy.

“Hey,” Tara said once you opened the door, her smile dropping once she noticed you weren’t dressed. “Are you still coming over?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there soon,” you said, noticing both of them staring at something. “What?”

“Is Ethan here?” Mindy asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she realized what was going on.

“Yeah, we’ll both be over in a few,” you said, still not understanding what they were looking at.

“Okay…you might want to cover that up before you come over,” Mindy said, gesturing to your neck as Tara started to giggle.

You bit your bottom lip as the embarrassment hit, realizing that Ethan sucking on your neck earlier must’ve left a hickey.

“No, you know what? You guys finish whatever ‘studying’ you’re doing, then come over. We’re sorry for interrupting,” Tara said, fighting off her laughter as she and Mindy walked down the hall to her apartment.

You sighed as you closed the door, knowing that you and Ethan were definitely going to be grilled once you did go to Tara’s.

“Why didn’t you tell me you put this on my neck?” you said, glancing at it in the mirror after you walked back in your room.

“Are you embarrassed that they know you’re mine?” he questioned, walking up behind you. He rested his head against your shoulder, but your mind was in a haze once you felt his hard cock pressing against you.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to be yours? I’m definitely not embarrassed,” you said, making him laugh as he moved your hair to the side the place more kisses to your neck.

“Well, I did hear them say we should finish studying,” he said, as his hand reached over to untie your robe. “I’m not done studying you yet.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, when his hand started to massage one of your breasts, gently pinching at your nipple. Your back leaned against his chest as you relaxed into his touches, your breathing getting heavier as his hand trailed lower. “Can I be on top?”

“For a little bit, yeah,” he mumbled against you as his fingers rubbed across your still-soaked pussy. “Is that okay?”

“Mhm.”

You had so many things you wanted to do with Ethan, so many things you hadn’t experienced yet. Any nerves you had about your inexperience faded, your confidence showing as you got on top to straddle him.

“Take your time, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as you grabbed his cock that was resting against his lower stomach. You lined him up with your entrance and started to sink down on him. “So tight,” he groaned, as you tried to get used to the stretched-out feeling. He wasn’t all the way in and you already felt so full.

“Mmm,” you moaned once you’d taken all of him, your ass meeting the top of his thighs.

You took a minute, trying to adjust your legs to the most comfortable position as his hands ran up your sides. Once you started to bounce on him, his hands went to your hips to help you move. Your bottom lip went in between your teeth as you held eye contact with him. Once he started to thrust up into you, your hands went to your breasts, massaging them as he helped your hips meet his.

He loved having you on top, and he loved watching the way your tits bounced, but he needed to be in control. He needed to push your limits a little until you were falling apart underneath him. He held your hips in place a few seconds before he flipped you over, a squeal flying out of your mouth. He smirked down at you before he grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you with his hands.

“Stop me if anything hurts, okay?” he said, as you smiled and nodded. He slid back inside of you, his hands right below the back of your knees as he started to pound into you.

Your mouth fell open as he fucked you, every sound that built up in your throat flying out. He was so deep, but the tip of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“That feel good?” he asked, pushing your legs closer to you. You babbled in response, the new angle making him go even deeper. “Look at you, so cock drunk, so perfect.”

All you could do was whimper as you felt yourself getting close. You were fighting to keep your fluttering eyes open, because you didn’t want to miss a single second of watching him. The beautiful boy that you’d fallen so hard for had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead that his curls were starting to stick to, his bottom lip was in between his teeth. You felt so submissive as you just laid there and took it. You were okay with him using you in whatever way he wanted, because you’d do anything for him.

“You gonna cum, baby?” he asked, as he felt your walls start to flutter.

“Yes!” you cried out, your hands shakily gripping the comforter again as the wave crashed into you so hard your vision got fuzzy. You kept trying to talk as he fucked you through it, his teeth showing as he smiled at your babbles.

“I’m almost there, baby. Can you take it a little longer?” he asked as your eyes peeled open to look at him.

“Yes, it feels so good,” you moaned, as he sped up, chasing his orgasm.

Your body kept jolting like little aftershocks from the intensity of your own orgasm, and you were feeling a little overstimulated, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop. He was going so fast and so deep as he panted, mumbling your name as his head started to roll back.

“Gonna…fuck. Cum,” he said, pulling his cock out and shooting his release all over your tummy. He caught his breath as he looked at you through his hooded eyes. You smiled at him as he moved to lay on the bed beside you.

“I think we need to shower,” you said, glancing down at his cum on you. “I don’t really have anything that has a manly scent, though.”

“That’s okay. I’ll get to smell like you,” he said, his fingertips brushing against your arm.

After your shower with Ethan, you concealed the giant purple mark on your neck and took the walk of shame over to Tara’s. Your friends got quiet as you walked in, glancing back and forth between you and Ethan.

“Sooo,” Chad said, noticing Ethan’s wet hair, “Did you two finally realize that you’re meant to be together?”

“Oh yeah,” Ethan said, as Chad walked over to dap him up.

“It’s about time. It was getting exhausting to watch the two of you,” Mindy said, as Tara nodded in agreement.

You, Ethan and Chad walked over to sit on the couch as Mindy pushed play on the movie she was waiting to start until you got there. After a few minutes, Chad looked over to Ethan.

“Dude, this is a little blunt, but you smell so good right now.”

You started to giggle as Ethan laughed and wrapped his arm around you, holding you close.

“He’s right, you do smell good.”

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #smut

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headcanonenthusiast · 5 months

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Simon Riley NSFW headcanons

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone inbetween, here he is. Here's the extremely popular man himself, Simon Riley.

I know how much people thirst over Ghost, and even though I personally don't he's a character I absolutely adore. Hoping I can do him justice with this one ❤

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut

-Don't really think he has the highest libido in the world.

-When he is in the mood, though, you're not sleeping that night.

-Have you seen the way this man talks? He's pretty confident in his looks. And he totally sprinkles that confidence into intercourse.

-"Look at tha', not even in you yet and you're already blushin."

-This is so random, but I feel like rainy nights get him in the mood.

-Its probably because you're less likely to go anywhere while the weather's bad. In his mind, as long as the weather isn't the best, he's got you glued to the bed for the night.

-"Where you goin, luv? Weather's nasty today."

-And no matter what excuse you give, his head will tilt slightly and he'll give the smallest smirk imaginable.

-"But it's so cold out. Wouldn't ya rather spend some time with me? The bed's nice n' warm."

-His grip on your hips is tight, so tight he usually leaves marks on accident.

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard.

-Not the most vocal in bed, but he does grunt a lot.

-Not much of a talker, either, but depending on what you're into, he'll throw out the occasional praise or degrading word.

-"There we go, atta boy/girl. Hold still f'me."

-During sex, his eyes are locked on you, but not specifically on your face. He keeps his focus on your cock/pussy as he touches it.

-Expects your eyes to be on him the whole time, however. Does not want you to look away, even for a second.

-"Eyes on me, darlin'. Don't you look away, now."

-"Good girl/boy. Much better."

-Good with his fingers, and he knows it.

-Will totally finger/jerk you off with your back against his bare chest, his lap as your very own seat while he does so.

-"Christ, your legs are shaking. My fingers feel good, don't they?"

-His strokes are deep, and usually not terribly fast nor too slow. It's a good middle-ground that doesn't tire either of you immediately but is still satisfying.

-A big fan of pulling your hair if it's longer (consensually ofc, consent is important af yall).

-Something that really turns him on is the way his hand is able to completely cover yours. Enjoys moving a hand from your hip to your hand, giving it a few tight squeezes.

-And those squeezes aren't just him doing them because he wants to, he actually uses it as a non-verbal way to say "I love you", because like I said earlier, not very vocal.

-And he always does that at least once during sex. But sometimes he'll forget to do it, so he'll squeeze your hand as you're falling asleep, just to remind you of the fact he loves you.

-Is obsessed with painting your dick/pussy/ass with his cum. Your lips, too, when you give him a blowjob.

-When he's finished, you can see the way his body relaxes. It's like he's suddenly won the lottery and he no longer has back pain after sex.

-Aftercare isn't anything extraordinary, but he figures you need alone time after sex, so, unless requested, the shower is all yours for however long you want it.

-Also, he's not an asshole. Its not like he'd suddenly act distant after sex or anything, it's just that he knows you can take care of yourself. That's why he waits for you in bed, allowing his chest to become a pillow for your head to rest on.

-Now, Simon has never really been able to fall asleep super quickly, but after sex he passes right out.

-And it's not even because the act exhausted him, either. He just has this odd sense of contentment after being with you that lulls him into a more eased mindset, which is very difficult for him to get.

-In other words, he feels much more fulfilled with you by his side. And he'll be sure to thank you the next morning, chin on your shoulder while he gently squeezes your hand.

That was fun to write! Even though I'm not attracted to Ghost like everyone else reading this post is, he's still up there on my fav COD characters list.

Let me know who I should do next!

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the-flowerwolf · 1 year

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Let's talk about canonical Sebastian

For some reason Sebastian got a reputation of another dark Slytherin who's obsessed with power. Many added him to ✨the Slytherins✨ list. Although in fact he's nothing like Draco, Snape and especially Voldemort. So let's forget about fanons where he's obsessive and possessive and remember some FACTS about him. All based on his behaviour in the game.

He's a brilliant student. Professor Weasley and Scribner both said it. And teachers don't usually praise you for nothing;

He's the BIGGEST NERD in Hogwarts. "What I do with every book. Read it." Had me. He also mentioned his parents tought him to love books. Dude goes to the restricted section not to become another dark lord, but because curiosity in his nature;

He's loyal and protective. I don't even beed to comment on this one;

He is full of youthful maximalism. Which is completely normal at the age of 15. That's why he thinks he knows better than anyone else and hates ALL the goblins just because one cursed his sister (as he thinks);

He expects everything from his beloved. But just because he would do everything for them too. Like risk his life and soul to safe your life? So he doesn't use people, he just thinks it's normal;

He's understanding and supporting. Yes, part of him saw mc as someone who can save his sister. But he only mentioned it once or twice. Beside of that he saw them as partners. When mc said they can't tell him their secret, he understood. He didn't push or try to trick them into telling him. But when they decided to share he was nothing but supportive (although he didn't understand a thing);

Again, he's like super smart. Reading books isn't enough. He actually taught himself the unforgivables and could decrypt Slytherin's book;

He has a healthy self-esteem. He knows his worth and don't have a need to prove something to someone. You can see it in his reaction when he lost in the duel. He doesn't shout about how cool he is (cough Leander cough);

He knows exactly what he wants from life and does everything to get it. Like a good Slytherin he is;

He's not even violent. You heard him screaming? Me neither (expect this one time with Solomon but oh well). Usually he just says he needs some time to think and calm down. He's very mature (If not for his maximalism, but it'll pass). At least more mature than any grown up I know. He only called mc "arrogant", but never screamed or bit anyone.

That's just a few things I could think of! Sebastian is not only cocky boy, who would kill anyone to protect his family. He's a kind, decent person, who only tried to help. What happened was Solomon's fault and not Sebastian's. He was only a child, after all. It was Solomon's job to protect and support them. And he failed.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy

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spidervee · 1 year

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I've been thinking about honeymoon sex with Jake. How he refers to you as Mrs. Seresin every chance he gets and praises you for being such a good wife when you come on his cock

abby why must you do this to me? why must you make me thirst ever so much more for this stupid man? i love you 🌻 Jake x wife!reader; 18+ only; suggestive language and the lead up to filthy smut; not edited I am tired

You’d seen the muscles in Jake’s jaw tick when the hotel concierge had finished checking you into your suite with a warm smile and a please enjoy your stay and let us know if there’s anyway we can be of assistance, Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.

It’s almost amusing, the way Jake’s darkening green eyes watch as the elevator buttons light up one by one, his foot impatiently tapping as you both wait to be delivered to the suite on the tenth floor of the Hawaiian resort Jake had spared no cost in securing for your honeymoon.

“Tired?” Your question is innocent, your hand coming to rest gently on Jake’s bicep where it emerges from his fitted t-shirt. He quirks and eyebrow at you in response and you offer the sweetest smile you can muster. “You just seem eager to get to the room,” you continue, withdrawing your touch as the elevator doors begin to slide open on your floor. “I know you can never sleep on planes, so…”

Your teasing is cut off by Jake firmly planting a palm on your ass, a teasing smack as he steers you out of the elevator, your luggage already waiting by the door of your room.

“You think you’re mighty cute, huh Mrs. Seresin?”

Ah, so that’s what’s got him so hot and bothered. The idea of Jake being turned on by the fact that you’re his wife now makes your thighs tremble in anticipation. Nothing’s changed, not really. You still love each other the same as before you both signed that slip of paper and then fucked in the bathroom of the bridal suite while Jake tried not to tear your wedding dress. Still, you know Jake and you know his family and, despite how different he is from most of them, you know that as an eldest son from a pretty conservative Texan family, there’s something about the word wife that makes Jake feral.

“You tell me, baby,” you reply coyly, “You married me. You must think I’m adorable.”

Jake growls, fumbling to throw open the door while keeping a hand on you, his grip already rough through the denim on your shorts. “Super fuckin’ adorable,” he concedes, his accent coming out in a stronger than usual lilt, “Especially when you’re falling apart on my cock.”

You suck in a little gasp as you help Jake kick the luggage into the entryway of the suite and another, louder gasp that morphs into a giggle as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, the door slamming shut behind the two of you.

“Tell me what you want,” Jake whispers as he releases you onto the bed, looking down at you with wide and pleading eyes. You swallow thickly, suddenly lost in his gaze.

“I want,” you manage to rasp out, “I want my husband to fuck me until I forget everything but my name.”

Jake leans over you, places a jarringly chaste kiss on your lips. “And what’s your name, baby?”

“Mrs. Seresin.”

#woof bark woof damn it abby #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin blurb #jake seresin drabble #jake seresin smut #jake seresin imagine #hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x wife!reader

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the-fluff-piece · 8 months

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Invisible part 2

- a change of perspectives

Part 1

Part 3 coming soon...

This time, Sanji is incognito in a new body - hanging out with you!

He's getting to know you, and sees you in a new light.

This is leading up to part 3, where there is a happy end.

"...and that's why we should switch bodies!" Usopp ended his lengthy explanation and Sanji just stared at him.

A very grumpy Law sat in a shady corner, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"You need my body? For a heist? Why can't I just go with Nami-san?" he felt betrayed.

"Because you're bad at lying. This has to work. We need the lying mouth and the brawn" Nami said, and added with a pout:"please! For me!"

"Yes of course my Nami-swaaan! Anything you want!" Sanji heard his own mouth say before his brain even had a clear thought.

So, he ended up in Usopp's scrawny body. But he was proud that the sweet Nami-swan needed him. His body. Whatever happened to it would be fine.

They went on a super secret mission on a super secret island while the Sunny waited in a calm archipelago with a few villages.

Usopp's body felt so weak, Sanji tried a few Kicks but it didn't feel right- and everything in Usopp's many pockets clinked and clonked mysteriously. He just hoped they would not get attacked while his body was away, he wouldn't be able to protect the ship like that.

"Uuusoppp!" Someone called.

"Hey, Usopp?" Someone punched Sanji in the side, reminding him that for the day, he was Usopp.

"Oh, hey y/n! Uhm..what's up?" He said and tried to remember Usopp's mannerisms and speech patterns.

"What's up? You wanted to help me today, remember?" Y/n told him, beaming.

"Of course! I didn't forget," he lied, "But I've got so much to do today here..." he tried to think of excuses. He wasn't exactly in the mood to hang with her.

"You promised!" Y/n looked a bit cross at him, "and it's so important to me" she told him.

"Ok, what are we doing?" Sanji sighed. She may not be his type at all, but at that moment she was still a girl in need.

"We're finishing the book, silly" She said like Usopp had to know.

"Of course, the book" he said and followed her to the girl's room - a holy place on the ship that was usually forbidden to him.

He took in the sweet scent of female perfume and was delighted to see sexy clothes laid out on the beds. Meanwhile, y/n trotted over to a table and took out a big book, a small Box full of papers and arts and crafts materials.

The book looked like an album but much more intricate. The pages y/n had opened where full of pictures of the crew, handwritten comments and small memorandums of the places they had visited: dried leaves and flowers, tickets, maps.

"Remind me what we're doing again?" He casually asked.

"I'm making a scrapbook for Sanji, remember? Did you hit your head?" She raised her eyebrows.

"For me- uhm for Sanji? His birthday is months away!" Sanji said, wondering why she would do that.

"It's just to show him how much the crew loves and cherishes him. After I saw how cruel his family was to him, I wanted to do something nice for him" she answered, laying out her materials.

The mention of his family still stung a bit, but her sentiment was sweet. He didn't know she cared so much.

"You will help me with folding some decorative origami." She pushed a pile of small, pink sheets towards him.

"Uhm..." Sanji stuttered. His fingers were very dextrous, but he didn't know anything about origami folding, and these sheets were tiny.

"I'll show you again..." She said and sat next to him. She showed him how to make small, folded cherry blossoms. She taught him step by step how to do it.

He was not used to it and made many mistakes, but she was patient and gentle. He finally made a small, slightly crooked blossom he was not proud of, but she praised him like he just did something great. Smiling, she placed her hand on his arm and he couldn't help but feel good about his small accomplishment.

He never really noticed her, when she was not in danger or hungry she barely registered to him. Which he kind of regretted now - she was exceptionally kind and caring. Maybe he should try and talk to her more often.

When he sat beside her to fold the blossoms, he watched her artfully place the photos and memories on the pages.

He began to feel very cozy. Y/n hummed softly as she worked on a gift for him, smiling in the golden light that filled the room. He noticed how her eyes would light up with excitement, and he couldn't deny the charm in her enthusiasm.

He watched her as she lovingly filled page after page of their adventures and he couldn't help but wonder how much effort she had already put in - for him.

"Can I see?" Sanji was now curious for the rest, he couldn't wait for the finished book. He skipped through, pages and pages filled with carefully preserved memories. All the people theu met and helped. Y/n's commentary was emphasising the crew's friendship and his good qualities.

There was a photo from punk hazard. It showed Sanji, smiling, handing out food to marines and pirates alike. He couldn't help but notice the abundance of pictures she had of him. Could it be that she had a thing for him...?

Above she wrote: "Your great cooking brings everyone together. What would we do without you?" In small, precise letters. There were more pictures of laughing marines and happy giant kids. He knew that she liked to take fotos, but he never really noticed how much. Her message made him smile, he was indeed proud of his skills and the joy it brought. And he liked that she saw that.

"You did great!" His eyes got a little wet and he handed it back to her.

As he bathed in her attention, he couldn't help but ask her: "Do you like Sanji?"

He already got his answer by seeing her blush violently.

"As a fellow crewmember, of course!" She tried to gloss over the fact that she was red as a poppy by hiding behind the book.

"Of course" He chuckled. It felt strange to know that he had at least one secret admirer on the ship, even if she wasn't his type at all.

"There is absolutely nothing, I'm just being nice!"

It was kind of cute to see her so shy, but Sanji feared by making her reveal her secret, he had upset her.

"You know what would be nice now? Cup of tea and some cookies!" Sanji felt like it would cheer her up.

"Yes, that would be nice" y/n seemed relieved.

He was happy to take care of her. When he brought her tea and cookies, they ended up talking about everything, forgetting the time. It felt like he already knew her.

As the sun began to set, they finally finished the album. Y/n closed the book with a satisfied sigh.

"Thank you so much, Usopp! I wouldn't have been able to finish it without you" she said, giving him a warm smile.

Sanji felt a strange warmth in his chest at her words. He realized that he had genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, even if she wasn't Nami.

"It was my pleasure" he replied sincerely.

Y/n looked at him curiously. "You seem different today, Usopp. More... thoughtful."

Sanji scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, sometimes you just need a change of perspective, you know?"

Sanji couldn't help but reflect on the day. He had expected it to be a tiresome chore, but it had turned out to be a surprisingly enjoyable experience. And he couldn't deny that y/n's company had something special about it.

You

When Sanji and Nami returned, victorious, there was a small celebration for everyone, including Trafalgar Law, he seemed to randomly visit more and more, much to Luffy's delight. The captain of the heart pirates sat next to you and since he was both creepy and frightening, you left him alone, instead talking to Usopp.

He had been unusually calm and polite these past days, but was back to his usual, loud self now. You made jokes and watched him shoot peas at Luffy across the table.

"You strawhats really are a piece of work" Law said next to you, looking unnerved and tired.

"Is it too loud for you, Tra?" You turned to him, trying to include him.

"Not exactly" He answered.

"I just hope that the constant body switching in this crew stops now" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Constant? " you asked.

"Yes, a few weeks ago, now once again." He leaned back, looking exhausted, "I should never have used that power on punk hazard." He crossed his arms.

"What do you mean - now? Who changed?" You couldn't believe they wouldn't tell you. But than again, you didn't tell anyone, either.

"Well, before it was you and Nami-ya, now Sanji-ya and Usopp-ya. I hope her scheming ends now " As he leaned back, you saw that Sanji was standing at the table with a tablet full of drinks, brows drawn.

Slowly, you processed what you just heard. Sanji and Usopp switched bodies. That meant...Usopp's strange behavior was because it was really Sanji.

Your heart beat frantically as you realized the reality: Sanji had been in Usopp's body. He knew that you had a crush on him.

A quick glance at Sanji revealed that he must have heard everything clearly. He looked confused and thoughtful, even though Robin was trying to get his attention.

"EXCUSE ME" you almost choked on your own voice, working hard to keep it together and get past Sanji to the exit. He let you pass, but gave you a strange look.

Trying to act as innocent and normal as possible, you walked out, closed the door to the dining room and ran to the girl's room to have a small breakdown.

Sanji

Y/n had left in a hurry.

"Hey Law, what did you just say about Nami switching bodies?" Sanji asked, a bit in shock.

"Just what I said. A few weeks ago I already helped Nami-ya by making a switch" He said dryly.

"When exactly?" Sanji asked.

"Three weeks if you have to know. In that town with the casinos." He answered.

Now he couldn't deny it anymore.

He never went on a date with Nami, no wonder she didn't seem to remember anything they talked about. It had been Y/n. They almost kissed.

He needed a smoke, fast. He headed outside.

Lighting his cigarette in the cool night air cleared his head. What a mess, he thought, So I was on a date with Y/n in Nami's body, and she hung out with me in Usopp's body. How stupid. And on top of all that, she likes me.

He breathed out smoke. Actually, he had felt really comfortable with her. His time with her was enjoyable. It was effortless to talk to her, she was kind and gentle with him. Made him feel safe.

She also liked him. He kind of liked her, too. She wasn't his usual type, but still cute, in her own way. But she's not the kind of lady he always dreamed of.

He rolled the thoughts around in his head. But first things first, he needed to clear the air between them. Be a man.

He knocked at her door, no one answered.

"Hey y/n, open up!" He said.

"Go away!" She sobbed.

Now he's made her cry, great.

"Don't cry! I am not mad! In fact, I'm flattered. Let's stay friends, though!" He put his ear against the door and heard another loud sob.

"Just don't cry anymore!" He couldn't bear it, it made his chest clench and his stomach turn to hear a girl cry.

"Please, leave me alone now!" Her voice was barely audible throught the wood. It felt wrong to leave her alone now, he had to do something. He sat down and leaned against the door.

"I am sorry I never really noticed you, that wasn't fair. But I'm here now." He listened for an answer.

You

"Sanji, you're not helping!" You cried through the door.

"Let's talk about it. I know you've been in Nami's body for the day we went shopping. You know I hung out with you these past days as Usopp. I can't return your feelings, but I learned that we can be good friends. I want to spend more time with you! And I'm not mad or weirded out. I swear from this day forth, I'll be the best friend you ever had!"

It wasn't the best idea to get comforted by the guy who broke your heart, but in this second he was so sincere, you couldn't help but feel a little better.

You opened the door - he almost fell on top of you. Both of you chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, let's be friends" you agreed, doubting that your feelings for him would vanish anytime soon.

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So since all of you have had so many great ideas I chose to write ALL THE ENDINGS!

Chose between

- Sanji or Zoro

- Law or Sanji

- no one (coming soon)

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dollita-fawn · 3 months

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You Mystify Me [part 1!] discontinued

pairings- toji x fem bunny hybrid! reader x shiu

content / warnings : fluff & smut (mostly smut), pet names, daddy kink, oral sex (r! receiving), praise kink, slight angst (??), idk this is super rushed im sorry !

additional info. this will be multi chaptered :3 think of this as the introduction…(my excuse for lazy writing! i just wanted to get the idea sort of started) and title ib ‘sunday’- the cranberries

“C’mon, just for tonight, alright? You can sleep with me tomorrow…I just need some me time tonight.” he pats your head, giving you that half-assed apologetic smile and before you can even open your mouth to speak, the door is shut in your face.

You fight against it, trying to swallow back that familiar lump as it builds in your throat but you can’t stop the watering of your eyes. It pissed you off when Toji got all distant. He was your favorite out of your two owners.

Well, you always said that until he set you off, then Shiu was labeled your favorite.

At least he never shut you out.

You climb into his bed, careful not to wake him - if he’s even sleeping. But you can’t stop sniffing, making your entrance known. He rolls over to face you as soon as he makes the connection.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he cups your face, locking his eyes onto your red and puffy ones. His thumb strokes your cheek, offering a bit of comfort. “He lock you out again?”

“Mhm…said he needs alone time again,” you reply, voice still cracking. It breaks his heart to see you so upset. Can’t stand it.

“It’s not your fault, bun. Might’ve just had a shit day at work,” he wraps an arm around you, pulling your head against his thumping chest. “Let’s just forget about him for now, yeah? You and I can hang out in the meantime. I’ve missed you anyway.”

“Missed you too…” you croak. Your ears remain flat against your head, face hidden against his tight embrace.

“I’m always here, whether he’s being a douche or not.” he reminds.

The thought makes you feel a bit uneasy with yourself. You shouldn’t pick favorites. You could love them both and you did leave Shiu out of the loop more than intended.

“Tell you what,” he whispers down at you. “Just you and me tomorrow. I’ll take you to that frilly little store you like.”

Instantly your ears perk back up, an eager expression overlapping your original dismal one.

Shiu hated seeing you upset of course, but he loved being the one who could fix it. Gave him the one up on Toji in a way.

Pretty selfish of him sure, but taking care of you was his specialty. He never made you cry or feel worrisome. He prided himself on that.

“There’s that pretty smile…no more cryin’, kay?” His lips press to your cheek, steadily smothering you with kisses until that sweet laugh of yours makes an appearance.

“kay…” you agree. It earns you a kiss on the lips, but it was no longer an innocent show of affection.

He holds you there, fingers looped through your hair as his tongue tries to push past your lips. Your body presses flush against his, and his knee works its way between your legs.

“Need daddy to make you feel all better, hm?” he teases, pulling back to see you’re already worked up and panting. “Poor baby. Don’t worry. Just lay back and let me do all the work.”

He pecks your lips a few more times before inching down. His hands push your shorts down along with your panties as his mouth takes in every inch of your skin. He teases everywhere surrounding where you need him most. Makes you feel like you’re on fire.

“Please daddy…need you,” you pout. his hand slides along your inner thigh, stopping right before touching your dripping pool of need. He stops, just looking up at you as you squirm.

He’d love to push you more, but you look down at him so desperate, your voice making it clear how pent up you are.

“Spread for me, bunny. Lemme see that pretty pussy.”

You open instantly. Didn’t have to be told twice.

“That’s my good girl, just relax for me.” he levels himself with your cunt, gifting sweet kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The heat of his breath against it makes you all the more needy.

At the feel of his tongue full throttle, your eyes snap shut and your gnaw your lip trying to hold back a whine.

He flicked, leaving lengthy breaks between. His pace left you aching, needing more.

He took his time unlike Toji.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” he mumbles, face completely burrowed into your folds. “Lemme hear those pretty noises. Want you to feel good.” his fingers push past your entrance, the pads feeling along your inner walls. “So fucking wet. Such a greedy girl.”

Two fingers pumped in and out of you as his mouth remained focused on your clit. He flicked over and over, thrusting faster until your body stiffened, babbled pleas flying past your lips.

“That’s it…cum for me.” he kept at it until your moans turned into cries, and your hands frantically pushed his head away.

“No more,” you shake your head, stifling a sob. “s’ too much..please daddy.”

Shiu pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean of your juices before diving back into you. “Gotta get you cleaned up, bunny. Daddy deserves a treat too, no?”

He suckles and traces along your entrance, devouring all of your mess like it’s his last meal. Your body trembles, unable to take any more of his torment. You cling to the sheets like your life depends on it, whining out lewdly a combo of ‘please’ and incoherent swearing.

“Shhh, baby. All done, i’ve got ya’” he’s quick to wrap you up in the blankets, pulling you back against the warmth of his form. He coos soft hushes, running his fingers back through your hair and occasionally petting your adorable fluffy ears.

Your legs wrap around his waist, wanting to be closer.

“love you, Shiu,” you mutter softly, eyes closing as you rest against him.

The way you got all sleepy and clingy after just tugged on all his heart strings. You were too cute for your own good.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” he whispers back. “Get some rest. Got a big day tomorrow, remember?”

The next morning, you’re loaded into the car and taken to your favorite shop, as promised. Only you were given rules. No phone.

No phone, meaning you can’t text Toji all day.

It’s eating at you. You haven’t had the chance to talk about his shutting you out the night before. Didn’t even know if it was as big of a deal as your mind made it out to be. But Shiu insisted.

Today was supposed to be just you and him.

You felt bad, your mind was on Toji the whole time. You wondered if your absence bothered him as much as his did you. Probably not.

Toji wasn’t the type to commit to one thing. Couldn’t even stick to one job so why would he prioritize you?

Better yet, why were you so hung up on the idea of being something more with him?

Sure, he saved you from that shit hole of a shelter, let you sleep with him. But you didn’t know if that meant anything to him.

Shiu is clear with his intentions. Tells you what he’s thinking without having been asked to or pressured. He seemed to mean it.

On the other hand, Toji, didn’t seem to know what he wanted. One second he showers you with praise and affection, making you feel loved. The next, he needs space and it makes you question it all.

Actions speak louder than words, but just how true could that be?

The way he looked at you during sex seemed like the real him. But then after, he lost that loving gaze. So was it only fun?

“Look at this,” shiu calls to you, snapping you out of your negative spiral of a headspace. “Seems right up your alley.”

Shopping. Just focus on shopping and having a good time and not the guy who probably isn’t even thinking about you in return.

Shiu was right in front of you, ready to put you first.

#trust i have things. planned.#toji fushiguro x reader #shiu kong x reader #shiu kong #shiu x reader #toji x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #fanfiction #divider by graphicstorage

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xiihyunn · 10 months

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Tara Carpenter NSFW Alphabet Headcanons 2

a/n: the post got 100 notes, so here is h-p as promised :)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She trims her pubic hair from time to time.

She doesn't like to shave because she thinks it takes up too much time, she also doesn't wax because she doesn't know how and it's painful.

But there was this one time where Tara shaved your pussy for you, let's just say after the service you paid her something that isn't money ;)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tara is very romantic in bed. During vanilla sex she always compliments you, never forgets to praise how such a good girl you are taking her strap in so well, and always asks you if you're with this or that.

As for rough sex, Tara is still somehow really still romantic even when fucking your brains to oblivion. She makes her dirty talks come off as 'i want to fuck your whore of a pussy good, choke you until your vision darkens, pull your hair and bite down on your neck, but you're the only girl i love in this world' type of way. She degrades you, calls you names, treats you like a fuck toy, but she does it in a way where you still feel being loved by her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She masturbates when you're out for your dance practices. Although she does have toys in her cabinet, she bought them for you and won't use them for her own pleasure. Tara would use her pillow that you'd sleep on, and ride the corner part, making sure it hits her clit with each hump.

Not to mention she masturbates to your panties.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Claustrophilia (having sex in a tight space), breath play, food play (Tara loves to eat food on your body), gagging, choking, overstimulation, praise and degrading kink, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob (her strap), foreplay, and she gets super turned on by the sight of your boobs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As much as possible, she wants it strictly on her apartment or on your apartment. As much as she likes to try out doing it somewhere risky, Tara would be in absolute rage if someone saw you getting fucked naked underneath her.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Tara gets turned on when you're 'acting submissive' and even until now you don't know what it means.

She loves it when your body is so responsive to her touch, your small moans when she kisses you, your ragging breaths when she licks and sucks on your pulse point, your small voice telling her to continue, she loves it and it definitely gets her going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Tara would never try knife play, and she would immediately stop if you ever say the safe word.

She gets turned off when someone interrupts both of your sex time, standing up with a groan then leaving the room just to shout at her friends and even Sam, telling them that whoever knocks on her door will never see the sunlight again.

Then she continues your business with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves Oral sex, and she prefers giving than receiving. Tara is very skilled with her mouth and fingers, turning, twisting, and using them on you with ease.

And maybe if you're such a good slut for her, she'll ride your face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on both of your moods, Tara loves them both.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter smuts #tara carpenter x reader #scream #scream smut #jenna ortega #jenna ortega smuts #wednesday addams #the fallout #vada cavell #xiihyunn

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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Drop Dead

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dub-Con(ish), Implied Murder, Sero is a little Mean, Degradation, Praise, Panty Theft, Panty Sniffing, Choking, Face Fucking, Boot Humping (For like a millisecond), Spanking, Ass Play, Breeding, Spit, Sero has a Jacob's Ladder. Word Count: 7.8k.

Summary: When you forget about your imaginary friend, he's forced to take matters into his own hands to make you come back to him.

-> Part of the 'Bump in the Night' Collab.

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A/N: Full disclosure I kind of suck at writing horror/DC and this concept is super underdeveloped, but this was so much fun to play around with as part of my first, ever collab!

You're seven when you first meet Sero Hanta.

He appears over next doors fence, his fingers clinging to the edge of the wood as he searches the garden with curious eyes. The boy smiles. Scrambling on top of the fence, he balances precariously, feet barely fitting onto the broad top of the post. He's tall for his age, with a mop of black hair that is cut into an awkward bowl around his head and a crooked smile he'll never grow into. 'Psst.'

Your eyes snap up instantly. 'You've got something in your hair.'

His eyes cross, black iris' trained on the tip of his nose. 'Where?'

You giggle at his antics, apple cheeks glowing in the low light that streams through the branches of the near-by blossom tree. Standing, you creep towards the fence and reach up, tip-toeing with all your might with an outstretched hand.

The boy bends, perching awkwardly to lower himself enough for you to pluck a small slither of a petal from his fringe and offer it back out for him to take. Your fingers brush.

There's sunshine in your stomach as you retreat back towards the tree and tilt your head, watching as the newcomer tips forward and lands, softly, in your garden.

Shyness is the most forefront things on his face, beside his too-large smile, but he manages to summon the confidence to puff up his chest and declare: 'I'm Sero Hanta.'

You giggle.

'And...' He takes your hand and grins, lopsided and sweet. 'We're gonna be together forever.'

Returning his smile, you squeeze your fingers around his palm. That, you think, doesn't sound like a bad idea.

From the window of your house, a few yards away your mother wrings her hands until her knuckles crack.

'What'cha looking at?' Your father wraps his arms around her waist and presses a soft kiss to the turn of her neck, but despite his touch, she doesn't relax.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and tug as she watches you beyond the glass. Her tongue feels heavy in her mouth, voice shaking as she mumbles: 'Who's she talking to?'

Coming home has been strange.

The walls are bare, but still painted the colour of your youth. The carpets too, are just how you remember, but there's no sign of the furniture dents that should be littering them. There are no pictures hung, no cups left in the cupboards, no shoes littering the porch or trinkets left on the mantelpiece. This might be the home that you grew up in, but standing in it now: it's little more than just a house.

No wonder your parents upped and left – moving away while you where left with the cold, empty shell of a family home with no-one to share it with.

Stood at the back door, the smell of smoke almost makes your eyes water as you turn your attention to the small fire pit built up by the side of the house. Dark grey plumes float lazily from the flames, but soften by the second as they are carried away by the soft autumn breeze. Ignoring the weight settling in your stomach, you sigh and step out into the darkness.

At least the garden still looks the same.

The large blossom tree still stands, although now it's a few feet taller with twisted branches that stretch out and reach almost from fence to fence. At the base ivy has sprouted, twisting around the trunk and mapping out delicate patterns on its surface. Memories bubble in your mind, although one is far more notable than the others.

A boy: A friend.

You smile.

Something soft touches your knee. It's gentle, the kind of barely there touch you'd attribute to a bug or a passing flower seed, but it's gone too quick for you to tell. You shift, shivering, despite the warmth of the air, as you make your way over to the fire pit to douse the last of the flames.

Smoke leaps into the air. The hiss of sizzling water filling your ears as you step back and out of the way of the writhing ribbon. There's a burn in your lungs as you take your first breath, a hand coming up to covering your nose and mouth as you squint through the dim. Through the smoke, something moves. It's a subtle shift, a barely-there warping of the distance as a shadow lingers just beside the blossom tree. Narrowing your eyes, you can just make out the faint shape of a figure; but you're old enough now to know a trick of the light when you see one. Wetting your lips, you swallow the dryness from your mouth and return your attention to the dying fire.

A new something brushes your thigh, scratching at your skin enough to make you place your hand to the sensation to dull it's ache. There's a pressure, a tight – something – digging into you. Hissing, you swear you can feel the bitter dull crescents of short fingernails biting into your flesh. Your teeth stand on end, eyebrows furrowing as you stumble backwards and quickly tug down your jeans, searching your skin for a bruise, a mark, anything. There's no such thing there, the flesh from the joint of your hip to your knee perfectly clear and unmarked; despite the burning that refuses to relinquish its grip.

Over the fence, the neighbors outdoor light clicks on scattering fluorescence across the branches of the blossom tree. You look up, half expecting to see the shadow again, larger or more imposing, but the new light highlights the trunk, effectively exposing the emptiness that lingers behind.

Chuckling to yourself, you huff hot air into the night. Exhaling the breath until your lungs burn, you watch the cloud that drifts from your mouth join with the dying slithers of smoke. It takes another ten minutes before the fire has died out enough for you to venture back inside. There are no more glowing embers, just the reminence of blackened wood by the time you're slipping through the French doors back into the house. Tiredness seeps into your bones, even with only one foot over the threshold, the warm night air slowly loosening its grip on you as you glance over your shoulder to give the garden one final look.

The darkness behind the blossom tree shifts again. The unmistakable outline of a person sharpening by the second, no longer banished by the glow of the neighbours light.

You must be more stressed than you thought. Ignoring the shivers that break out along the track of your spine, pulling each small hair there to attention, you click shut the door and close your eyes.

When you open them again, the shadow is still there.

Only now, you swear you can see it smiling.

It takes longer than you'd like to admit for you to finally stop staring at the shadow and make your way upstairs. You'll check in the morning, sooth yourself by discovering whatever is casting the odd silhouette. It's just your mind after all. Some odd concoction of stress and change has mixed inside of you and made you jumpy, conjuring things out of nothingness.

The stairs creek as you totter up them, clinging to the bannister as you go. With the edges of your vision fuzzy from fatigue, it's easier not to focus on the thought of the shadow in the garden as you cross the landing and slip into your bedroom. Stripping, you leave each item of clothing piled where it falls. Your jeans are abandoned just inside the door, your underwear close behind as you toss your shirt off somewhere near your wardrobe.

Landing on all fours, your crawl, naked, over your mattress and tuck yourself in, hauling the duvet up and around your neck. Your limbs begin to unlock as you start to calm. Your body relaxes, sinking, until finally, you're lost to the darkness.

Black eyes.

They're like coal, or the shiny backs of lawn beetles – blinking slow in the recesses of your unconsciousness.

He looks familiar.

Like someone you've forgotten.

A face you should know and yet...

His hand wraps around your throat, lithe fingers pressing as his rings clink. Each metal band taps against it's neighbour, anxiously announcing each of his movements as he opens his palm and squeezes.

There's a whimper in your throat, one he silences will dull pressure. You can't breathe, but you don't struggle – you're not sure you want to.

The lilt of his voice brings a shiver out in your skin, your nerves singing a song you'd thought they'd forgotten as you scramble, desperately in search of a memory that evades you.

'Shh, sweetheart.' He whispers, leaning in close, his tongue peaking out from behind his lips as if he's dying to taste you, but not quite able to indulge the temptation, not just yet. 'Just wait a little longer... You'll remember me again soon.'

You wake up wet.

There's a stickiness between your thighs, tacking your skin as you shift your hips. Reaching down, you brush your fingers through the damp and shiver. Your cunt pulses, clit twitching – sensitive through lack of attention. It makes you restless, illicits an itch under your skin you know you won't be able to satiate on your own.

Huffing, you toss yourself back to the mattress.

The thought of getting up makes your bones ache, the dull throbbing in your cunt only cementing the idea that you should stay in bed; but the soft tapping of branches at your window denies you such luxury. The memory of the shadow looms in the back of your mind, refusing to let you rest.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you set about collecting your clothes from the floor. The cold of the room bites at you, viciously nipping at the exposed skin of your hips and thighs – the warmth of yesterdays autumn sun long since gone. You slip back into your bra and bend, snatching your jeans up. The material is rough when you turn it inside out, reaching into the crotch to find the underwear that should still be nestled inside of it. You pull back your hand, empty. Grabbing one of the legs, you shake them out, but nothing falls to the floor.

Something stirs in your stomach.

Outside the sun shines in through the window, but it's warmth doesn't reach your back as you dress. You roll your shoulders, stretching out the weariness that had made a home for itself inside of your stomach and sigh.

At first, you don't register the soft pants as anything more than the wind. It's a distant noise, soft as it manages to float up from outside and permeate through the glass, sinking into your ears.

You pause.

'Fuck... S'good.'

Swallowing, you try and steady yourself before slowly creeping over to your bedroom window.

Sat at the base of the tree, his legs splayed out in front of him, is a man.

You gasp.

The bowl cut has gone, replaced with inky locks that are tied up into a messy bun revealing the freshly shaved undercut at the back of his neck. Thin wisps have slipped the bobble, falling to frame his face.

Your mind spins, careening helplessly out of control. Knuckles whitening as you grip at the edge of the windowsill, you try and ground yourself; but all attempts prove fruitless when you look down onto your childhood imaginary friend. Your reality tilts on its axis, tipping as you try desperately to cling to any semblance of normalcy.

The contents of your stomach churns as you deliberately keep your eyes trained on the ivy that seems to have clambered higher during the night. 'I – This... This isn't real.' You squeeze your eyes shut.

His head rocks back to rest against the bark of the blossom tree, exposing the plain of his throat and the bob of his Adams apple as he gulps. There's movement from his lips, a slight twitch that betrays him as the source of the noise as it builds louder at the back of his tongue. The bulk of his jeans are pooled at his hips, exposing the milkiness of his skin and the thick nest of black hair that trails down from his stomach to the heft of his cock.

The organ twitches as he runs a thumb over it's head, coating tan skin in sticky translucence. He's not so thick that his fingers can't encompass the girth, but his palm is wide and his fingers long, leaving any notable comparison impossible as he thrusts soft into his fist.

Shock roots you to the spot, but it's the inescapable pulse of your cunt that catches you off guard and refuses to let you look away. Your jaw tenses, your mind refusing the way your body reacts as you ripen so easily in the presence of his pleasure.

He's moaning now, openly and loud as his hand moves faster down his shaft. He makes three solid passes before you see it. There's a brightness between his fingers that stands out against the skin of his cock, but it isn't until he readjusts his grip that you catch sight of the intricate lace pattern and thin elastic band that can't be anything except your underwear. Another droplet of pre-cum rolls lazily over the material, soaking it.

'Oh, shit...'

It's his voice that finally unlocks your limbs, that quells the terror building in your stomach from his reappearance and replaces it with fury, even with arousal threatening to weaken your knees.

This can't be real?

Can it?

He isn't real, so surely...

Lifting his free hand, he releases himself for just long enough to peel the soaking lace away from his cock and ball it into his fist. For a moment, he just breathes, readjusting to the new slickness as his hand wraps around his shaft and squeezes. The rings on his fingers clink together in anticipation as he starts a new pace, taking care to sooth across the three thick piercings that run down his length. Covering his mouth with a palm, he presses your underwear to his face and inhales. His eyes roll, the musk of your slick and his pre-cum mixing as he slips his tongue from behind his lips to taste.

You rock on your feet, trying to ignore the way your cunt pulses. Still, you don't move, not even as you see his chest stutter, his hips thrusting harsher into his fist as he nears an obvious end.

His cock kicks, his head thumbing hard against the tree and ivy behind him, but as soon as he begins to cum, spilling thick and white over his hand – he locks eyes with you through the window. A lazy smile tugs at his lip as something dark and pleased swims in the depths of his eyes.

It makes you wetter.

Stepping back from the window, you try and shake yourself, but the warmth that had deposited itself in your stomach remains. There's a tangle of panic lodging inside your chest, twisting your organs up until you think you might throw up.

Nothing makes sense.

He's not.

He can't be.

Steadying your breathing, you press a hand to your chest to feel the violent hammering of your heart as you make for the bathroom. The walk feels like miles, despite barely being a few feet as the image of your once imaginary friend cumming with your stolen underwear pressed to his face repeats on you. You walk faster and all, but collapse against the sink when you reach the bathroom, bracing yourself against it with shaking arms.

You don't look in the mirror.

You should have.

'Look who's all grown up, huh?'

The fondness in his voice tickles your skin, bringing goosebumps out across the surface of your forearms. You bite hard on your lip and lock your jaw, scared you might scream as you slowly summon the courage to lift your head and peer into the mirror above the sink.

'Sero?'

He's older now, with a rakish air that does funny things to your stomach and thin limbs that as still a touch too long. There's a gauntness to his features like he's not been eating too well and a gentle purpling to the skin of his cheekbones that makes him look achingly tired, but his smile is the same and so are his eyes. You could never forget those eyes. 'You – you're, but you're -.'

A chuckle escapes his throat as he leans lazily against the door frame to your bedroom. He looks remarkably put together, considering his earlier occupation in the garden, with his arms folded across his chest and his signature crooked grin fixed to his lips. 'Yeah.'

Your underwear is still in his pocket.

You can see it peaking out from his jacket, soiled and glistening. The pressure inside your head reaches a peak, pressing painfully against your skull and making your head spin. 'You – You.' You swallow, scared to speak the words. 'You're not real – you're...'

Sero pouts, straightening up from the door frame. 'Did that make it easier?'

Your eyebrows furrow, mouth dropping open as you scramble to pick up the pieces of your sanity. 'W-what?'

'… Did it make it easier?' He steps forward, huffing air out of his nose. The dark of his iris' shine, even in the dim of the hallway making it impossible to tell where he's looking as he all but devours you with a stare. 'You abandoned me, remember? Threw me away and forgot about me...'

'I -.'

He's not finished. Snorting, Sero blinks slowly and shakes his head – almost like he's already decided that whatever you have to say isn't worth hearing. 'Do you know what happens when people like me are forgotten? How painful it is to slowly waste away knowing every day, the person you thought was your world remembers you a little less?'

Guilt kicks up in your stomach, forcing you to swallow around the new emotion. The idea of him having waited for you to return makes your chest tighten. It feels like you're a child again, sitting underneath the blossom tree all those years ago. 'But -.'

'S'why I had to get rid of them...'

His voice is low, so low you almost don't hear it.

'Had to get you back somehow.'

You're shaking, your nails digging into the fleshy parts of your elbows to keep yourself from shattering. You feel like a stuck record, but you can't digest the presence of him in your hallway – the boy you'd grown up with, the one you'd thought into existence... The one you'd abandoned and never bothered to return for. Vomit claws its way up your throat. 'You're imaginary.'

'Oh, sweetheart...' He purrs. 'If I was imaginary, would I be able to do this?' He steps closer and wraps a palm around your throat. His fingers test your skin, reposition and squeeze as if he's trying to prove just how real he is. ‘Would an imaginary friend be able to choke you? Huh?’ Dipping his head he noses at your neck.

There's a heat in your cheeks when you feel his breath ghost over your skin. It makes you shiver, refusing your attempts at denial as you feel a heat bubbling in your stomach. His hand around your throat is firm and yet, delicate – the rings you'd heard clink as he fisted himself rattling together, proucing metallic music that makes you drip helplessly into your underwear.

He breathes again you and grins. 'Would an imaginary friend be able to fuck you senseless?’

It's like he reads your mind, making you whimper as an odd mix of terror and arousal combine in your stomach. It makes you tremble.

'I think I've just decided how you can make it up to me.' Sero licks at his lips, running his tongue across his teeth. 'Think you owe me that much, don't you, sweetheart?'

Your head spins as you reach for an explanation, but come up empty. There is no way that the man in front of you with his hand wrapped around your throat is real, but there is no way to deny the way your entire body seems to melt into him. Whimpering, you lift a hand to wrap around his wrist and squeeze. You don't trust yourself to speak, unsure of what will come trickling out of your mouth with your body so readily betraying you.

He laughs, the noise burning the back of his throat. Moving his other hand from his side, he cups your jaw and presses a thumb to your bottom lip. 'What do you say? It's the least you could do after everything you've done.'

You want to pull away, want to wrench yourself from his grip and sink to the floor, screaming until the world begins to make sense again. You inhale, sucking air through your teeth, but the word that slips through your lips comes as a surprise. 'Please...' You don't know how you mean it. If it's a plea or a beg, but it trips off of your tongue almost too easily, making your eyes widen.

'That's it.' Sero leans in close and knocks his nose against yours. 'Gonna fuck you until the only thing you can remember is me... Never gonna forget me again when I'm finished.'

You shiver at the insinuation, but are powerless as your jaw drops and his lips press to yours. The first kiss is soft, a gentle pressing as if he's testing out just how corporeal he is. He tilts your head, his hand still curled around your throat as the other wraps around the back of your neck and guides you exactly how he wants you.

Your hands fall to his chest, small palms resting over his pecs as you're given no choice but to kiss him back. He kisses you breathless, devouring you in a way that promises more. Heat pools in your stomach, the confusion and panic melting, drifting to the back of your mind as you become lost to Sero's touch as his hands begin to wonder.

His grip loosens from your throat, moving until two large palms are resting on your shoulders. The tips of his fingers dig in, pressing enough for your to gasp into his mouth, allowing him to slip in his tongue and taste you. The kissing makes you dizzy, steals your oxygen and has you helpless, a mere puppet in his hands as the pressure on your shoulders increases and you're sent sinking to your knees.

'There...' Reaching for you, Sero curls a hand around your chin. 'Look at you.' His other hand fiddles with his belt, the metal clicking against his fingers as he unbuckles it and sets about slipping his jeans down his thighs. Underneath, the black of his boxers is already stained. A large wet patch clear on the material, marking out the tip of his cock.

You blink and bite your lip. From this distance you can smell him. It makes your mouth water and your eyes widen, iris's swelling as you peer up through your eyelashes at him.

'Take it out then.' He mumbles, thumb running over your lip. Reaching out, your fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers and pull.

He hisses when his cock finally springs free. It bobs in the air, supporting it's own weight as it weeps sticky translucence from the tip. The skin is dark, tanned and almost purpling at the head that peaks from his foreskin. A thick vein runs along the underside, pulsing softly as it weaves through the set of three bar-bells buried into his flesh. Wrapping a palm around it's base, he gives himself a singular tug to smooth his shaft before he's cocking an eyebrow and biting at his lip. 'S'not for staring at, Sweetheart.'

You swallow, but lurch forward to catch yourself with a hand against his thigh. The other curls around his cock as you lean in and press the softest of kisses to his tip.

'That ain't gonna do, Sweetheart. C'mon...' Covering your hand with his, he smears his cock against your lips making them sheen. His jaw jumps, the feel of your lips against his skin already sending sparks down his spine as he juts his hips back to tap cock against your cheek.

You flinch at the first impact, but it just makes him chuckle as you try to stop your eyes from fluttering shut with each, harder tap. The third is hard enough to make your jaw drop, a gasp leaping from your lungs as you reach for him for stability and dig your nails into his thigh.

'Good girl, open up...' His thumb presses to the flat of your tongue, encouraging it out of your mouth until he can press down and let spit gather. The way you look now, all glossy eyed and pretty on your knees for him makes something violent swirl in his stomach. He smirks, moving his thumb just enough to rest his cock on your tongue.

The first thing that hits you is his taste. A mixture of salty sweetness slips down the back of your throat making you swallow, but you're barely given time to adjust before his hips are pressing forward and pushing his cock further into your mouth. You suck instinctively, hollowing out your cheeks as best you can as he sinks into you.

'Shit.' Hissing through his teeth, he smooths a hand over your cheek to feel the way it bulges before you swallow around him and send his head rolling back onto his shoulders. 'Look at what a little guilt can do, huh?' His hands move, both of them lacing together at the back of your neck as his words stutter. 'Let's see how much you can take...'

You're about to protest, about to tell him to slow down and not give you so much, but whatever complaint you were about to lodge is shoved to the back of his throat as he begins to fuck your face viciously. The bars of his jacob's ladder run over your tongue tasting metallic and making the muscle dip under them as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

A groan rumbles in his chest as your throat opens for him. He's stopped paying attention to the small wretches that bubble up from you as he uses your mouth, there's no point after all. It's not like it's going to stop him. He deserves this after everything you've done.

There's a thin stream of spit leaking from your mouth from were his cock is forcing your mouth open and the edges of your eyes have grown wet with unshed tears as you hold on, keeping your throat open for him – desperate to please. You don't know what's keeping the terror that still swirls in your chest at bay, but as his cock threatens to choke you, you find yourself unable to focus on it.

'Fuck, sweetheart. S'like your throat was made for me...'

The grip he has on your neck lets him move you to his pace, pulling you down onto him as much as he thrusts up into you. The movement makes you nauseous, but there's no denying the way your stomach churns as his moans grow louder and louder. His balls hit your chin, slapping heavily against your chin as you release one of this thighs to drop your hand to your own pants, frantically trying to wiggle your fingers underneath the waistband.

'Ah, ah, ah.' Sero's voice is laced with malice as he pulls back until just the tip of his cock is nestled on your tongue. He lifts his foot, placing the sole of a heavy combat boot on top of your hand making you yelp. 'You don't deserve to touch yourself, do you?'

There's something disappointed in Sero's tone, something that makes your chest stutter as you peer up at him and whine soft in lieu of an apology. Pulling your hand back, you place it back against his thigh and tangle your fingers in the rolls of his jeans, tugging his hips closer again.

'Who would have thought you'd turn into such a needy little whore, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren't you baby. S'pathetic, really.' Chuckling, he presses down harder with the toe of his boot and grinds it against your cunt.

Desperation simmers in your stomach. Something that had started out as terror is transforming, laced with the fondness and a new sense of guilt. Rolling your hips, you almost cry when your clit presses just right to the seam of your jeans and the pressure of his boot sending shock waves of violent pleasure down your spine.

'Dirty bitch, humping my fucking boot.'

You shouldn't like it. You shouldn't. Shame reaches for you, tries to wrestle back your control, but you're already too lost. You have to make it up to him after all. Already his skin looks brighter, more tanned and clear – the bags under his eyes non-existent as you devote all your attention to him just like he wants. Like he's always wanted. Rolling your hips, you catch yourself against his boot again and again, climbing towards your high before his cock is pulled from your mouth.

'Shit.' Sero's hand wraps tight around the base of his cock, squeezing tight as it kicks and twitches in his palm. His skin drips with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum, making him shine and glitter as he tries to stop the rising pleasure that is threatening to be his end.

You stay sat on your knees, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath again. Every nerve in your body is on fire, burning with anticipation as he meets your gaze again. His eyes are black holes, causing faint memories to prick at your skin of a too tight pressure and an impromptu end, but before anything has chance to take hold you're being hauled to your feet.

'Gotta fuck you... Shit – gotta have you now. Okay.' Dragging you in for a kiss, his cock presses between your bodies as his hands fall to your hips. There's something new in his touch now, something dangerous as he messily shucks himself out of clothes and drags you into the bedroom.

Tossing you back against the bed, you barely bounce twice before two large hands are grabbing at your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach. Slipping his palms around your hips, he brushes his thumbs over your curves before hauling you up onto your knees. Your jeans are all, but torn from your body and tossed aside, but his patients runs out at your underwear, causing him to tear the seat to allow him access to his prize.

He takes your ass in his hands and spreads you open, his thumbs catching either side of your lips to allow him to see the way your hole quivers around nothing. Your skin is shiny, the evidence of your wetness startling as he drags a finger through your folds. 'Liked me using you, did you, Sweetheart?'

The moan that floats from your mouth is muffled by the bedding, your cheek pressing to the mattress as you arc high for him. He hums. Placing a soft kiss to the round of your ass, he dips his head low enough to bite.

'Sero.' You flinch, the sensation of his teeth raking across your flesh causing you to writhe, but the two large hands on your hips stop you from getting very far. It dawns on you then, just how powerless you are. Once upon a time, you'd be able to dispel him with nothing more than a wave of your hand, but it's more than obvious that nothing like that is going to work now. Now... You're nothing more than his toy.

The next thing he places on your skin is a kiss. A the base of your tail bone, his lips part, leaving a stickiness behind as his tongue peaks from his mouth to lick a long stripe right up your spine. He moans as the taste of your skin explodes on his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming, making his hips twitch as he imagines all the other beautiful touches he'll be able to steal from you.

You feel the wetness gather in your cunt. It's a flood, an uneasy heat that makes your clit itch and has you begging for his touch. Your mind swims. The longer he touches you for, the more you're convinced you owe it to him – that it's your fault he's here now, taking what he's owed and you, you moan when he teeth latch onto your ear gently... You're more than willing to give him it.

'Such a pretty whore... You're gonna make me feel good, aren't you? You aren't good for anything, but making me feel good.' He sits up on his haunches, stripping the rest of your clothes from your body, before returning his attention to your ass. He spanks you once. 'I asked you a question, pretty girl. You think after forgetting me for all these years, you can just go back to ignoring me?'

'No...' You wiggle your hips and earn yourself another slap, this one hard enough to sting. It makes you moan, your spine arcing somehow further as your cunt drips slick onto the sheets below. Need bubbles inside of you, but you're determined to be good, to let him use you like he wants and take what is owed. Swallowing spit, you breathe slow. 'No, don't – don't want to ignore you any more. Want -.'

'Yeah?'

Another smack.

'What do you want, Sweetheart?'

'Want you to use me.'

'And what do you say? Or does my pretty whore need reminding of her manners?'

'P -.' The next smack takes the air from your lungs. Your ass is raw, the skin tingling where his palm still rubs at your flesh. 'Please.'

'Good girl...' There's a smile in his voice as he leans down to press a series of soft kisses onto your neck before ducking to speak into your ear. 'Gonna make sure you don't forget, make sure you can never forget again.'

His weight vanishes from your back, allowing you to turn and crane your neck. Behind you, he kneels, his hands once again spreading you wide as he slowly strokes his fingers through your folds. He deliberately avoids your clit, giving you enough sensation to make your stomach tighten, but not enough to stoke the embers already crackling inside of you.

The moment his thumb taps against your clit, you gift him with the prettiest of noises. It makes his cock bob, desperate to be buried inside of you and yet, he refuses himself, continuing instead to stroke and pet your soaking folds.

'Sero... Sero, please.' Reaching behind you, you try and grab at him. Try and force him to give you more, give you anything that will quell the burning of your nerves, but he avoids you easily.

Wrapping a hand around your arm, he pins it behind you back, holding your wrist tight to stop your squirming as a dark chuckle is released from his throat. 'Desperate sluts don't get what they want.'

The stretch of your shoulder isn't so much painful as it is debilitating. Without your arm, you're forced to crush yourself to the mattress, unable to hold yourself up at all as Sero begins to add pressure and pin you down. Panic and pleasure blend in your stomach, your cunt pulsing as your heart hammers, sending confused signals to your brain. 'S – sorry. Sorry, I – Just....'

'Shush, sweetheart.' He coo's, condescending as he slowly sinks a single finger into your cunt. 'I know, I know you want to be good, don't you, baby?'

'Yeah. Wanna be good for you.' You're babbling. Babbling with a single finger pumping slowly in and out of your cunt. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as anticipation overflows making you nothing more than something for Sero to reclaim.

The noises that spill from your lips earn you another finger as he feels his own patience wear thin. He's been dreaming about your cunt since the day he decided to lure you back home, the day he decided that he was done sitting around, starving without your belief to feed him. Now, he thinks as he adds a third finger, stretching you wide as you pulse and flutter helplessly around him, he'll make sure he'll never be forgotten again. As soon as he feels you relax he pulls his fingers back and lands another loud smack against your ass when you whine with his absence.

'Please...' You're strung so high you think you might snap at any moment. He had been diligent with his fingers, thorough in his stretching while deliberately missing the sponginess of your G-spot. 'I need – Need you, Han – Hanta.'

'Oh... So you do remember my first name, huh?' He kisses your ass, letting his teeth scratch again at the flesh. Already there's a dull bruise forming from his last bite. He rubs a thumb across it. Then, wrapping a hand around his cock, he lines himself up with your fluttering entrance and taps his cock against your clit.

'Oh, fuck...' Your body writhes despite him still pinning you to the bed. His cock carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he sinks into you and bottoms out in one go. It's electrifying to be so helpless, to be held still and used while knowing that the man behind you needs you to survive. It's your belief after all, isn't it. It's you that gives him his existence and yet, here and now... It's more than obvious that you hold little of the power.

'So tight...' Sero moans. He fucks you quick and hard, his balls slapping against your clit as the bar-bells in his cock massage your walls. His hand kneads at your hips and ass, administering the odd slap to make you clench around him. 'So good for me, sweetheart. You're – fuck, it's like you made me to fuck you, huh?'

It's not enough and too much all at once. Your cunt pulses, gripping him as he hammers into you. The tension in your stomach is already taught, making your skin feel alight. You're not sure you can take much more, your orgasm already quickly approaching and yet, as if sensing your nearing end, Sero's pace slows. The blunt head of his cock begins to fall short, missing the spot inside of you that makes you see static.

Lifting his spare hand, he pulls at your ass cheek, exposing your puckered hole. The pad of his thumb brushes against it, poking just enough for you to feel, but not enough to sink into your entrance. He tuts.

'No.' You wriggle. 'Please, no, that's dirty – don't -.'

He ignores you. Instead, the he lifts his thumb and sucks it into his mouth before replacing it back on your hole and pressing in. He sinks to the first knuckle before chuckling. 'Told you – you're not gonna forget me.'

You hear it before you feel it, the sound of him hollowing his cheeks before he spits on your asshole and uses the excess liquid to slip further inside. Having you stretched around his thumb makes you tighter, forces your cunt to cling to his cock in a way that has his thighs shaking.

It's like nothing you've ever felt before. The stretch of his thumb burns, but not enough that the pleasure of his cock still carving you out doesn't mask it. Your body is wired, forced still and yet, vibrating with energy as he bares down on your arm to keep you still.

'So good – fuck...' Losing himself, he fucks you harder. His hips feel ready to bruise, his body calling for him to stop, but each burning muscle spurns him on. It reminds him he's real, more real than he's been in too many years and he'll be damned if he's going to lose that feeling any time soon. Forcing his hips flush with yours, he angles himself and sinks his thumb a little deeper into your ass until he begins to feel the tell tale tension of your cunt increase. He feels crazed. A mad-man chasing his prize as he feels your body slowly, slowly begin to give.

'Hanta.' You're panting. Pleasure rises through you and makes you burn as your entire body begins to tense. Your eyes flutter shut, cunt pulsing and milking him as you're tossed head first into the most intense orgasm of your life. The air in your lung turns stale, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, not content with the series of babbled moans that slip from your lips.

'Shit.' Pulling his thumb from your ass, he falls over you, pressing his chest to your back as he takes hold of your neck. His fingers press, cutting off at either side of your throat as he mindlessly chases his own release. 'Gonna – fuck – gonna -'

You whine and wriggle, reality coming back to you as the pressure in your stomach begins to build again. 'Not – not inside.'

He chuckles, but it's breathless. The hand on the back of your neck presses harder, keeping you pushed into the mattress as he rails you. 'Not inside...' He mocks. 'Sweetheart, I'mma breed you. Make sure you can never forget again, I promised, didn't I?'

You should struggle, but you don't have time. You whine, but before any words leave your tongue you feel it.

His cum is hot as he spills inside of you. His hips twitch, his balls pulling up and pulsing as sticky white fills you in thick lashes. 'Good girl...' Pulling out, his cock jumps still spilling across your ass and the back of your thighs marking you as his. 'Such a good girl for me.'

'Hanta.' Your voice is weak when you speak, raw from the moans that have torn from your chest. You twist, feeling your muscles complain, but it's worth it when you see him come down on his elbow beside you. 'H – Hanta.'

He looks good now: healthy. His hair is sweat-slicked, sticking to his head in places and there's a thin beading of sweat across the plain of his chest, but despite the exertion – he looks more like your Sero than he did before.

Tiredness pulls at you, making the edges of your vision blur as you let yourself wriggle closer to the warmth he offers.

Everything else feels cold.

You're so cold.

He reaches for you and wraps you up in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. 'S'okay, Sweetheart. We've got each other now, yeah? You're not gonna forget again. Never gonna let you forget me.'

You awake to the tapping of the blossom tree on your window. Rolling over, you stretch, feeling the pleasant burn in your muscles as your reach out and search the bed beside you. Your palm pats at the mattress, searching for any signs of warmth as you seek out an arm, or the plain of Sero's chest... Only to come up with nothing. Peeling open your eyes, your glance around the room with panic rising in your throat.

He's gone.

The bed is made.

There's no stray clothes strewn across your floor.

You bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing as you climb out of bed and slip into a housecoat. Each step brings with it a twinge, the subtle pull of over-used muscle that stops you from losing your mind as you tip-toe steadily down the stirs.

The last few days feel like a nightmare, one that you're not sure you've awoken from as reality and something else blend inside of your head. Wondering into the kitchen, you bury your hands in your pocket, fingers crossed, in the hopes that you'll see him, a shadow – anything to prove that he was real. Yet, when you look... There's nothing.

Standing tall, the blossom tree sways in the wind. It's petals are pale, withered against the blue of the sky. The ivy that had twisted around the trunk now covers it, squeezing and choking, wrapping itself around the trees limbs.

You lift your hand to your throat.

The doorbell rings.

Jumping, you turn staring headlong at the door as it rings...

… And rings.

There's knocking now, too. A loud fist banging against the wood.

'For fucks sake...' Bakugo's voice growls on the other side. There's the sound of rustling and the jingling of keys before one is shoved into the lock and the door swings open.

You tut and roll your eyes, tension suddenly evaporating from your body at the sight of your friend. You'd forgotten you'd given Bakugo and Kirishima a spare set of keys when you moved back, in case of emergencies you'd said. Although, you're not quite sure what makes this an emergency. 'Is everything okay?'

Bakugo ignores you, instead he dips into the living room before coming back out and striding into the kitchen straight past you.

'Hey.' You shout after him, following close on his heels as he stands in the middle of the tiled floor mumbling to himself. As you close in, you can see the redness around his eyes and hear the dull panic in his tone as he whispers: 'Where the fuck are you... Not you, fuck.'

'Bakugo, I'm -.'

He reaches for his phone and pins it to his ear. 'She's not here. I don't know if she even knows what happened to her mum and dad yet... Fuck, Kiri. I don't know what to do.' His voice cracks, fraying at the edges. 'What if she's done something stupid?'

'Bakugo!' You shout. Panic itches at your skin making you want to tear it off. You step forward, reaching to shake him, to shout, to so something to make him realise that you're there. 'Bakugo what happened to mum and dad – Bakugo!'

A hand touches your shoulder, the tell tale clink of metal rings settling into your ears as you turn to see Sero stood beside you. He wraps a hand around your waist and smiles, content for the first time in what feels like forever. 'Oh, sweetheart.' He coos pressing a kiss to your temple. 'He can't see you. You're imaginary.'

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stop I love bh6 and there's like no tickle content for it😭😭 I absolutely loved your tadashi and hiro hcs🥹

perhaps some baymax tk hcs?👀👀

or anyone else in rhe gang lmao idm😭

you don't have to do this if you don't wanna!!🙌🏼

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~AN: Fufufu thank you! And I KNOW, it's criminal how little BH6 tickle content there is! I plan on changing that. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) Guess who got indecisive? I've been wanting to do stuff for everybody anyway, so might as well do it now! Super long cuz I did everyone so be prepared. (ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ) Thanks for requesting Anon!~

🩹Baymax🩺

General:

Robo boy, so not ticklish

He does tickle others though, so ler by default.

Might pretend something tickles just to seem like he gets it or to try and empathize with Hiro

On low battery mode, if prompted, will spill all of Hiro’s worst spots.

Ler:

It feels like a certain someone would have programmed him with a special scan to locate said spots…but shhh you didn't hear it from me.

He believes that the laughter it produces can help boost moods, and according to the Internet, it can!

So a few little medicinal cheer-up sessions aren't a rare occurrence in their group.

As I've said before, he was definitely given some little nails/quill tips that can pop out of his fingers on one hand to tickle his patients

Will occasionally tease, but it's super minimal. He likes to make his lee laugh just hard enough to make them feel better, no more and no less (unless they ask!)

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate this tickle spot?” “Your blood pressure is rising: that must be why your cheeks are so rosy.” “Most people are quite ticklish here. How about you?”

Amazing aftercare: water, lollies, praise and hugs if the lee wants them.

🏍️GoGo🗲

General:

She gives ler-leaning switch. Like she loves getting her friends, but the occasional squeeze or poke-fest wouldn't upset her

She never lies, so she wouldn't outright deny that she likes it. She would, however, dodge the question or attack the asker until they forget their name.

They'd be a giggly mess in seconds if they press it

Ler:

Such a meanie/hj

GoGo’s got a rougher style, preferring to firmly squeeze and claw her lee's poor spots. Loves seeing their red, dumbstruck expressions as they laugh their heads off.

She can go softer if need be, but definitely prefers belly laughter to giggles

Does tease, though it's in this monotone, observational way. Smug look, dull voice.

“Damn, didn't think you'd be that ticklish here. Then again, I don't think you did either.” “Snorts, huh? That's pretty adorable, just saying.” “It must really tickle if you're begging that much. I didn't hear a ‘stop’, though.”

Lee:

Doesn't happen often, but she will get lee moods. Mainly when she accidentally walks in on a tickle fight.

Not super ticklish, but a select few spots will kill her.

Thighs are her worst spot and get the loudest snort-laughs you can imagine. After that, there's mainly just giggle zones. Sides, underarms, calves, and knees get little squeaks if you've got nails.

If you do manage to wreck her, be ready: she's big on revenge tickles (•` ⁠ω `•⁠)

⚗️Honey Lemon🍬

General:

Switch for sure; I'd say 50/50. She's always ready to cheer up her friends, whether it be by giving or receiving some silly affection (⁠ ⁠ꈍvꈍ⁠)

Super chill about liking it. Honey is honest to herself and her friends about her likes and boundaries. If someone talks about liking it, she'll playfully support them.

(And, depending on their mood, help them with a first proper session)

Lee:

The purest giggles and laughter known to humankind

GoGo can vouch for it: Honey's laugh can brighten pretty much anyone's day.

She tries not to, though she's definitely a squirmer. Will kick her legs and flap her hands to try and keep from pushing the ler away.

Absolutely adores tickle hugs! If she happens to be having a hard day, a few wiggly fingers in a warm embrace will cheer her right up! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Her worst spots are her underarms, followed by her knees and belly button.

Besides that, basically a walking tickle spot; wiggling fingers almost anywhere get her squeaking.

Gets lee moods pretty often; she'll stretch a lot more, and sometimes just sit near GoGo with her arms above her head. Her friends get the message.

Ler:

Such a soft ler, so sweet and affectionate

Will giggle along with her lee, and loves giving out sweet praises.

“Aww, I love your laugh! It's so cute!” “Oh my goodness, your cheeks are the color of my Gum-buns!” “You really like this spot, huh? I'll give it some extra love, just for you!”

She'd be the kind of girl to carry a clean make-up brush specifically for that reason. Drag it along a palm, sneakily flutter it along a sad friend's neck and ears… Opportunities are endless!

Checks in with them every few minutes, just to make sure her lee is still having fun.

“You need a breather, friend?” “It's okay to take a quick break. Don't worry; I promise I'll come right back to this spot when you catch your breath!”

🧴Wasabi🔧

General:

While he's usually pretty touch adverse, he can enjoy tickling. He's just gotta be in the right mood and around the right people.

He gives me heavy lee-leaning vibes; he might tickle someone on occasion, like Hiro.

His friends respect his boundaries, and always make sure to ask before trying anything touch-related with him.

Lee:

When he does get a lee mood, most of his friends can point it out pretty easily. He'll smile more, twist his fingers and flinch at the smallest touches.

It's obvious, but they don't touch him until he shows he wants them to. That normally means a muttered ask, or more commonly, “the look.”

He'll meet their eyes for just a second before looking away, a small blush on his cheeks as he tries and fails to speak any human language. That's all they need to get started.

Even though he clearly asked for the tickles, he refuses to react at first. He's too sensitive to stay totally silent, but he tries.

Bubbly, restrained giggles. He'll bite his lip like there's no tomorrow, curling into himself. It's pretty adorable to watch

Eventually, when he does crack, he just lets himself go loose. Loud laughter, squeaks, and eventually little hiccups.

Worst spot is his ribs, though he melts at his arms and palms being tickled.

Ler:

Again, rare, but it happens.

His lee will almost always be Hiro, though occasionally he'll get Fred if he's being annoying.

He's a soft ler: never wants to go too far. Unless directly asked for, he's gentle and almost teasing with the touch.

He'll mumble little notes as he explores his lee's spots (even if he already knows about them)

“So, your sides are worse than your neck, but not as bad as your armpits? Interesting…” “Okay, thighs are pretty ticklish…oh, a snort. Cute.”

Wasabi knows exactly what he's doing; he just likes hearing the complaints his comments cause.

🦖Fred💥

General:

The most switch energy everrrrrrrr

Like hello? He's so chill on everything; imagine him in a tickle fight! Can either be horrifying or adorable, depending on what mood he's in.

The silly boy would have no problem admitting he likes it! He’ll tease his friends occasionally, abusing his “can confidently say the t-word at any time” powers.

Lee:

Literal walking tickle spot

Any poke or squeeze anywhere gets him giggling and twisting like a little kid. He doesn't get embarrassed by it: he owns it.

Worst spot would probably be his feet or hips. Those get him cackling, though most other places aren't that far of a drop.

If he's in a lee mood, he'll just flop in the closest person's lap and raise his arms. Besides a few eye-rolls and amused chuckles, it seems to work pretty well for him.

Unrestrained, super giddy and bright laughter. Definitely lights up a room (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Ler:

Most conniving little shit to ever walk the Earth.

He'll wiggle his fingers, sneak little pokes at his friends’ sides, and squeeze the word “tickle” into every sentence.

Favorite target is Honey Lemon. She always plays along with his silliness, and he loves hearing her laugh.

If she's in the right mood, though, GoGo will actually let him tickle her. That's gotta be one of his favorite activities, though it rarely happens.

He'll tease the hell out of his lee. Anything he can think of, he'll use.

“You're a really squirmy-worm, dude. It's cute!” “If I poke heeeere, and squeeze heeeere, then- yep, tickly laughter!” “Man, I wish I had the tickle belt from Captain Fancy’s Special Issue: the Feather Fiend. It'd look so good on you!”

He'll go until they really tell him to stop, but afterwards, he'll take them to their favorite restaurant and have a movie marathon.

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jeanspookiebear · 1 year

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ermmmmmm ermmm hehhehehehe :3 can u uhhhhmmm write jean nsfw heh heheh hee :3

Jean Smut Headcannons

HELP HI HERO. IDK HOW TO WRITE LIKE ACTUAL SMUT SO ILL JUST DO HEADCANNONS 😟

warnings: implied modern au, nsfw, mentions marco x jean once !

pairings: reader x jean kirstein

SERVICE DOM. I can’t see him being mean or only caring about himself he’s too much of a sweetheart for that ☹️

thinks he’s experienced bc he watched porn in middle school and is shocked when porn is unrealistic

has a praise kink and lowkey into spit but nobody could even waterboard that out of him

CRIED THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED. HE GOT EMOTIONAL FOR SOME REASON?

i can see him being like really insecure so he probably needs a lot of reassurance

speaking of being insecure, i feel like he’d shave AND wax down there since he doesn’t expect people to like the hair

surprisingly has a low sex drive. he’s cocky but he’s still responsible, i really don’t see him constantly seeking sex so naturally his drive is just not that high.

he’s obviously a bisexual. he’s anything BUT straight.

he and marco tried to experiment but it ended up awfully and jean refused to speak to him for a month out of embarrassment. only was able to speak to marco again after marco forced him to speak to him again

NEVER FORGETS AFTERCARE. Again, he’s a nice guy, even if it was a one night stand he wouldn’t just leave he’d make sure whoever he was with enjoyed it and only leaves after he’s sure they’re perfectly okay<33

I HEADCANNON THAT HE’S A REALLY GOOD LISTENER SO HE WOULD FEEL SELF CONSCIOUS IF THE PERSON HE’S WITH IS SUPER QUIET 😭

Ironically enough he’s pretty quiet. i don’t see him being loud unless if he’s trying to irritate someone like a roommate.

he doesnt whimper but he’s WHINY. he never shuts up and it can get kinda annoying LMFAOO

he’s really experimental but he draws the line at shit. he’d probably try watersports ONCE and found it disgusting but he wouldn’t even try anything near experimenting anything with shit.

Doesn’t mind being submissive, he just wants to make sure you’re happy, if it makes you happy he’s happy

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@jeanspookiebear - ask to translate, repost with credit !

#jean kirstein #attack on titan #jean x reader #aot smut #headcannons #aot x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean aot #aot headcannons #marco x jean

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luminouslywriting · 20 days

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Oh my goodness! Your Brady content has got me giggling and twirling my hair! What a man!

I agree you need to expand on the whole stuck in a snowstorm experience! Would love to read more about that.

Also jealous Brady?! Please tell me more about that!

Hope you’re having a great weekend! Love all your work!!

Hello dear Nonny! You’re so sweet 🥰🤍 I just posted about the snowstorm so this will answer the jealousy portion that you asked about! I hope you’re having a great weekend as well! And keep sending me requests and asks! I just adore you all 🤍🤍

More on jealous! Brady below the cut! Along with a little spice haha! Cut for length!

-Brady is pretty good at self-control and he’s a pretty secure man….so it’s not that it’s jealousy per say, but more of a possessive behavior that arises occasionally haha.

-It's not ALL that often but when it is....whoooo.....you're in for a TRIP

-Like if you guys go out dancing and to a club and there's lots of guys watching you, he's a *little* smug about that because you're his and he's yours and that's just the way that things are

-But it absolutely ends with that dress getting ripped off either in the car or at the end of the night haha

-If it's a social gathering and people are trying to hit on you or trying to get a little too flirty, he's just going to remove you both from the situation

-It's practical excuses too

"We've got some meetings early tomorrow, we better get going."

"She's got a headache and I don't want that to get worse."

"We forgot that we left something plugged in and I don't want a fire."

-SIR

-We see through you

-But he's absolutely sliding up like the smooth king that he is, placing a hand around your waist, and holding onto you with a firm grip

-And don't think that he doesn't notice when people are hitting on him or trying to come onto him!!!!! Because he absolutely does and he's the type of man to just start singing your praises and never shutting up about you until they get the hint

-At which point he comes home, sinks to his knees, and shows you just how devoted to you he is

-Other instances include people monopolizing your time and getting jealous of that

-This could literally be with his best friends, his family members, or even your children

-He's a patient man though, he'll wait until he can get you alone and then things get a little handsy and he's actually just really touchy and loves physical affection

-And Church? Oh PLEASE! If this man even sees someone's gaze lingering on you a little too long, it's not that he's jealous–it's the possessive "MY WIFE" energy that he just screams

-So prepare to go home early and get dommed babe, that's just how this works now

-But if you tease him about any of these things....oh babe

-That's a minimum of 5 rounds together and he's trying to think of ways to make you forget about any prior commitments that you've made haha

-But he's also really sweet about things and is man enough to express his worries and fears to you.....it's just in the pillow-talk after everything, of course

-The pillow-talk is super productive and it's super gentle

-John Brady, the man that you are 🤩

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air x reader #masters of the air #john brady headcanons #john brady x reader #john brady #ladies who brady

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itsjaywalkers · 1 month

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PLS PLS PLS SOME OBY REG NSFW HC !!! i got confused of the regulus for a sec sorry 😿 but i meant some oby reg nsfw hc !!!!!

SEE THIS IS THE OTHER ONE I GOT but it's okay bc i'm super nice and i loveeee talking about that sad miserable lil guy <3 sorry it took me so long to get back to u.. i've been meaning to respond for ages but . well . life's been busy . and also i kept forgetting lmao. anyways here we go

he Loves sex. he gets horny very easily and he's always been sensitive, but it took him a while to be able to enjoy and explore his sexuality bc of his parents + him being trans

now however he's very happy and comfy with his own body and his gender and his sexuality (ofc he still gets dysphoric, unfortunately he always will BUT it doesn't happen often)

he genuinely likes hookup culture. as if it wasn't obvious lmao. it gives him freedom to fool around without it getting messy and he's quite shameless atp

it did take a bit for him to get confident enough to sleep around with random guys semi-regularly tho

he prefers using his front hole!! but he also enjoys anal

praise AND degradation kink

gets very subby in bed, especially when he gets fucked hard, but he still enjoys having some control and being a brat

a switch!! he's more into bottoming but absolutely loves topping too

daddy kink. obviously. he didn't know he was into it until james bc he's never been very into the whole sir thing so he never even considered the daddy kink

he's SO loud. moans and whines and whimpers and even sobs, which clashes a lil with his exhibitionism kink for . obvious reasons lmao

which reminds me . exhibitionism kink!! loves the risk of being discovered. and honestly i think he'd also be into actually being discovered..

tends to use condoms even tho he doesn't like them bc a lot of the guys he sleeps with are a bit sketchy and he isn't an idiot

james is clearly the exception.. he adores the feeling of being filled, and since he can't have a cock in him all the time, being full of cum is at least close enough

likes it rough and fast, always wanting to feel sore afterwards and barely able to stand

very into hickeys and bruises and marks, more receiving them than giving them

usually prefers penetration over oral sex, but being with james almost makes him change his mind.. Almost

ready to have sex whenever and wherever, if he gets in the mood he won't stop until he gets what he wants and tends to play dirty bc of it, regardless of if there's an audience

obsessed with overstimulation AND spanking

kinda interested in bdsm but he's never actually experienced any of it properly

comfy with ppl using afab terms for his genitals (he uses them himself) but also likes it a lot when ppl use more neutral or masc terms. he really doesn't have that much of a preference

very very VERY into choking

isn't prone to squirting but . his body is capable of it

isn't that fond of pet names in bed, he's kinda indifferent, but goes insane whenever james calls him love or baby

will do it anywhere BUT a bed

loves dirty talking

into somnophilia!! not without having a convo about it first ofc

and i'm gonna stop there!!

#asks #anons #fic series: only by you

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cantwritethetword · 2 months

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Shut up, Merlin!

Fic Descript: Arthur learns the hard way that Merlin is very talented in the art of revenge after the king gets stuck wrapped in the drapes of his bed.

~A/N - HEY ANON I TOLD YOU I HAD A MERLIN FIC IN THE WORKS !!!

I thought of this concept like AAAAAAGES ago and thought it was super funny and perfect for our little dynamic duo.

I have been absolutely vibing while on medication for my ADHD it's so nice to just be able to ✨start things✨ ?? and then, leave those things and ✨return later ✨?? and not have to drag myself to the finish line ?? crazy

- Enoy! ~

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Merlin and Arthur would die for each other.

There was no question about it. And they had come pretty close to it on multiple occasions. Whether it be facing trolls, witches, wildren, or mortal humans, both would take a sword to the heart for the other if the need arose.

If no danger was in sight, however, they would gladly throw each other under (the medieval equivalent of) the bus.

The pair had been out hunting, and a rather unsuccessful hunt at that. Arthur was in piss-poor form, which meant Merlin took every opportunity to run his mouth (and annoy the king further). They were making their way back to the castle, Arthur leading the way and Merlin trotting along behind.

"-do you remember when you missed that deer that was riiight in front of you?" Merlin asked, his face would suggest innocence but his tone proved he was trying to piss Arthur off.

"Shut up Merlin." Arthur replied flatly.

"And what about that time you were aiming for that huge bird?" Merlin continued. "But it flew off before you even had the chance to line up your bow?"

Arthur glared directly forwards, to no-one in particular. "Shut up, Merlin."

The men turned their horses off the beaten path and onto a lesser known shortcut through the thick forest back to Camelot.

Partially to clear the path, and partially to vent his frustration, Arthur swung his sword in front of him to clear some of the vines blocking their way. Perhaps the thickness of the foliage would deter Merlin from any more snide comments, and make him focus more on directing his horse through the areas too thick for Arthur to break.

Surprise surprise, Merlin continued as before. "And the rabbit- oh the knights are never going to let you forget that you lost a sword fight to an unarmed bunny-".

"Shut up Merlin!" Arthur groaned, wiping his face with his hands to try and wipe Merlin's voice from his brain.

"But we haven't even got to the-"

Merlin's taunt was interrupted by a sudden quiet, one that Arthur whispered silent praise to. "Have you finally taken my advice?"

When his servant didn't reply, Arthur slowed his horse. The now unnerving silence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and at the faint rustle of vegetation Arthur whipped his head round and drew his sword - prepared to leap from his horse and engage with whatever potential threat may have overpowered his friend.

But the moment his eyes caught sight of what made the rustle, Arthur burst into laughter.

Merlin hung a few metres behind his dismounted horse, completely tangled in the green ropes. The tautness of the plant rendered him almost immobile, a fact that was well demonstrated by his fruitless wriggling.

"Now," Arthur said with a grin, his previous sour mood turned completely upside down. "What was that you were saying about the knights not letting us forget things? Because I think they'd love to hear about this."

Merlin's glare shot daggers in Arthur's direction. "Hah hah." He said sarcastically. "Now help me down you ass."

Climbing off his horse, Arthur threw his sword into the dirt and sat on a nearby fallen tree. His grin eating more shit than a dung beetle.

Merlin scoffed. "Really? You're just going to sit there."

Arthur shrugged. "I've worked hard enough on this hunt, I think I deserve to have a bit of entertainment."

Merlin rolled his eyes and writhed further, pulling at the greenery with all his might before giving up and letting his body go limp.

"You're really not going to get me out of this?" He asked sincerely, a hint of annoyance still hiding at the back of his throat.

"You're a big boy Merlin." Arthur grinned cockily, stifling a chuckle. "You can do it."

With another roll of his eyes, Merlin continued to wrestle against the vines. But it seemed no matter which way he pulled, somehow he kept tightening the bounds that kept him suspended a few metres above the floor. He couldn't even use his magic with Arthur watching him this closely.

"You know Merlin, I think if you'd just relax you would have been free by now." Arthur continued.

Merlin made a few disgruntled noises before continuing to wriggle in the plants.

After a few minutes, Arthur stretched his arms dramatically. "I could take a nap by the time you've finished."

"Do it then." Merlin muttered under his breath. "Lazy ass."

Ignoring Merlin's comment, Arthur folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.

The warlock scoffed, before taking his opportunity to mutter a quick spell and free himself from the godforsaken foliage.

Unfortunately, he freed himself a little too eagerly, and left his body weight with nothing to support it. He toppled from the web of vines directly into a substantially deep patch of mud underneath him.

Arthur cackled at the sight, clapping his hands once before standing up and mounting his horse again. "Come on then."

Merlin grunted, dragging his feet through the ankle-deep sludge to where his horse was patiently waiting.

"I feel sorry for your saddle." Arthur grinned behind him. "Having all that dirt smeared over it."

Merlin shot him a glare. "And I feel sorry for yours, having your arse squashing it."

Rolling his eyes, Arthur quipped back a retort. "At least I'm not the one who has to clean it."

"I doubt you'd know where to start."

Early the next morning, before even the sun was up, Merlin snuck into the royal chambers. Not an unfamiliar process by this point, though usually it had far less exciting intent. This was not about cleaning, or polishing, or even returning stolen goods.

This was about revenge.

Focusing his attention on the sleeping king, Merlin swiped his eyes to the drapes of the bed at the top two corners, chanting an incantation. The fabric wound and tied itself around Arthur's wrists - perfectly balanced between holding firm without cutting off his blood flow. Then came the bedsheets themselves, winding around the bottom bedposts and around Arthur's legs with a similar spell.

Smirking to himself, Merlin slinked away to the furthest point of the room. Giving himself a mindless task of busywork to wait for Arthur to waken.

After what felt like hours, there was movement. At first, the sounds of a half-sleeping grunt and a rough attempt at turning himself over came from Arthur's bed. Then, a slightly bewildered collection of mumbles and tugs to the material. Before finally,

"WHAT THE-?" Arthur bellowed, thrashing in the binds. "MERLIN!"

Deciding to take this moment to make himself known, Merlin popped his head from around the corner. "Morning sunshine."

"Merlin." Arthur breathed an exasperated sigh of relief, before continuing his brash tone. "Get me out of here!"

Merlin smirked at his friend. "Oh but I've got a long day of work ahead, I feel I deserve some entertainment."

Arthur glared at him. "Merlin. Get. Me. Out."

Just to rub the situation in, Merlin sat on the lower half of the bed (where Arthur couldn't reach) with his legs crossed, letting his chin fall on his hands - eager to watch the show.

Realising his manservant was going to be absolutely no help, Arthur began thrashing again, tugging at the drapes of his bedframe with little success.

"You know," Merlin suggested. "If you'd just relax, maybe you'd get out."

"I can't relax!" Arthur cried indignantly. "I am stuck, and hungry - I haven't even had breakfast! I'm wasting away-"

"Oh you're fine." Merlin laughed, poking Arthur's exposed side.

Arthur shrieked and recoiled (as best as the bedding would allow), internally cursing his decision to sleep without a shirt on. He locked eyes with his manservant, watching the cogs tick momentarily in Merlin's brain.

"Oh~?" Merlin grinned. "What's this?"

"Merlin I swear to you..." Arthur threatened, trying his best to keep his composure. "I will throw you in the stocks if you come any closer."

Merlin shrugged. "You've done worse." And crawled closer.

"I'll have you executed!" Arthur's voice was beginning to break with nerves.

Merlin laughed briefly. "You wouldn't survive without me."

Pulling himself together, Arthur called upon his most serious, kingly, threatening tone. "I'll ban you from the tavern!"

Merlin rolled his eyes, before clambering behind his friend - reveling in the freedom he had to really draw out the anticipation.

"Guahards!" Arthur shrieked, a bark of laughter breaking up his command as he twisted as far away from Merlin as he could. "Help!"

"Oh they can't hear you." Merlin grinned, noting the way Arthur almost seemed to relax at that statement. Perhaps the king needed this more than he did.

Either way, Arthur was royally screwed.

Merlin's spindly fingers began climbing up Arthur's sides, making the king jolt and yelp with every touch. Even when all he could see was Arthur's reddening ears, Merlin knew Arthur's face was scrunched as tightly as possible - avoiding even the smallest semblance of a smile.

Surprisingly, as Merlin's hands climbed higher, Arthur's breathing relaxed. The tension in his muscles remained, not allowing himself the risk of letting out so much as a snicker, but clearly his ribs and armpits weren't where Merlin should be focusing.

Following the cues of his victim friend, Merlin let his hands drag down over the curves of Arthur's love handles. Instantly, the king's breathing hitched - bingo.

Continuing the previously-built anticipation, Merlin slowly scraped his blunt fingernails against Arthur's skin, pulling his digits from splayed out to centered on the king's sides. Arthur was practically vibrating at this point with the pure effort of keeping his reactions at bay. Desperately gripping at the tough-guy facade with a pained grimace on his face, he pulled at the drapes his limbs were caught in at violent, random intervals.

"You're allowed to smile, you know." Merlin teased right in his friend's ear, adding a little more pressure to transition into light poking.

Arthur yelped in reaction, before grunting - as if to remind Merlin that Arthur was the King of Camelot, far too tough for something as childish as being ticklish.

Unfortunately, he had a little shit of a man-servant. And someone who knew exactly what to do to get him to crack a smile.

"Huh, maybe His Majesty the King isn't ticklish after all..." Merlin proclaimed, watching Arthur's cheek twitch into a stifled (but amused) grin, before clawing his hands against Arthur's sides.

Arthur's body seized, pulling against the fabric holding him in place so tightly Merlin thought the bedframe might snap, before slumping into Merlin's tickly grasp.

And the sweetest, most childish giggles Merlin had ever heard bubbled out of Arthur's mouth.

"Meh-meh-meherlihin!" Arthur gasped between bouts of soft laughter. "Wahahait!"

"Oh?" Merlin raised an eyebrow (not that Arthur could see). "Are you ticklish, Arthur?"

Arthur ducked his head to his shoulder. "Shuhuhut up Meherlin!"

It was at this moment, Merlin realised that while Arthur was occasionally pulling on the binds, it didn't seem intentional. Arthur only seemed to really pull with one hand, and not even to protect himself.

It seemed he was only focused on covering his (now bright red) face... Interesting.

"What's the matter?" Merlin beamed, peeking his head around next to Arthur's. "It can't tickle that badly."

"Meherlin!" Arthur's eyes widened with a flustered laugh, before flicking his head in the other direction. "Shuhuht uhuhup!"

Merlin laughed. "You're one to talk about shutting up Mr Giggles."

Arthur's cheeks burned even brighter - the poor guy looked more flustered than Merlin had ever seen him before. At this point Merlin was having more fun teasing the king than actually tickling him.

Though by this point, Arthur was almost getting used to the clawing at his love handles, so Merlin decided to swap techniques and start squeezing at Arthur's hip bones.

Turns out, Arthur has the perfect layering of fat and muscle for Merlin to drill his fingers all the way into the king's hips without pain - just a hell of a lot of tickling.

Arthur screeched, and though his breathing became more frantic and his struggling became more erratic, the bubbly giggles from before sounded just as carefree (just a little less gentle).

"Meher- nohohoho- meherlin wahahait!" Arthur cackled, his face in a permanent beam.

"Well isn't this just adorable." Merlin teased, pitter-pattering his fingers over Arthur's stomach before returning to the king's hips. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"Shuhuhut uhup meheherlin!"

Merlin grinned at his friend, finally deciding to show mercy. Poor Arthur was nearing exhaustion, and he still had a full day of training with the knights ahead of him.

With a swift, inconspicuous mutter, Merlin loosened the drapes holding Arthur hostage. It took the king a few moments to finally realised he could free himself, and he escaped with a little less hurry than Merlin expected.

But even after Arthur's breathing returned to normal, and the flush had almost faded from his face, Arthur still had a massive grin splitting his cheeks and his arms folded over his eyes.

Merlin stood off the bed and let his friend lie there for a few moments, waiting for the usual threat or sarcastic quip that followed their usual banter sessions.

"Will that be all, my lord?" Merlin grinned, moving towards the door (and hoping to provoke some sign of life out of the guy.)

Arthur just giggled again. "Shuhut up Merlin."

#crow's tickle fic #merlin tickle fic #lmao I wrote half of this in the ER on a monday night #life be crazy but tkls persist #also I'm trialing out adding descriptions to fics so let me know what you think!

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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i've had no love like your love

summary: both you and professor presley would like to forget about the incident between you two and you do while still occasionally falling into each other's arms when spending time with one another. the two of you finally reach a breaking point. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 9487. i got a little carried away. warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. elvis being ill enough to miss class. unrequited love that would be requited if people just opened up their mouths. oral ( f receiving ). use of psalms in inappropriate ways. bunch of tears. mention of physical abuse/hitting/being kicked out of houses. use of the nickname belle for the reader. use of the derogatory name jezebel. mentions and beginning of impersonal sex like in my hearts already sinned. thigh riding. author's note: so i'll warn you ahead of time you've got to get through a lot of words of sadness to get to their happiness in this but it's worth it. i'm honestly super glad this got the reception it did since when i posted the little teaser/trailer as my last kinktober piece i thought this was hella niche and didn't think anyone would like it since it's big daddy elvis and it's a professor au. but y'all have seemed to absolutely adore it and it makes me happy. this is not the end of them since i've got an epilogue ( purely happy, i promise ) and honestly, if anyone ever wants me to write more of them ( case in point, the ask i got about a movie night with him and belle ) or i have an urge to i probably will. and y'all know the drill, pick your elvis poison, this is written with real elvis in mind but you can imagine austin elvis. and previous parts are here to be read in order: 1 and 2.

There's one thought- or a series of thoughts- his mind keeps cycling back to, that keeps rolling over and over in his head as he looks at the door you just left out of. Gossip isn't something he normally cares about but when he heard your name, he couldn't help but listen in properly because when it came to you he couldn't help it, he never has been able to help it.

"She's going for Presley? That religious- he won't give her the time of day like that. She's too impure for him."

"I've heard that's why she wants him because come on man, you know he never has gone for a student. Why not have the Tour Guide show him what he's been missing? Besides she's already spending all that time in his office and wearing his jacket half the time. Bet she's gonna fuck him before Thanksgiving break. Then she'll be free."

"Two in one semester-" The calculus professor whistles. "Next semester she'll be begging for an orgy at this rate."

He's not dumb, contrary to what his teachers back in the day might have thought. No, he's not dumb but sometimes he prefers to see the best in people, sees the parts that other people might overlook. Maybe it's just from his upbringing or maybe it's from how he was treated in the music industry but he likes to think himself a good judge of the character people might otherwise keep hidden. And with you he had thought- he had thought there was something there. Something you had hidden away amongst your conquests as ill advised as they might have been. You were- you felt like the sort of person who could be taken care of while still taking care of him. You felt like coming home or like God himself had dropped an angel in his lap. The idea that he was just another man- another professor in your long line of them stung. He knows he's not a great catch any more, that he's not nearly as pretty as he was even two years ago, let alone when he used to perform on stage or was in the movie picture business but you didn't seem to mind. You seemed to enjoy him, unless he had read everything wrong, had read your lingering glances wrong. Unless he had read your reactions to his very presence wrong or how you would smile just so in a way he recognizes from some women.

If he hadn't have read this situation wrong and you had actually enjoyed his company and cared about him at least in some small part the way he cared about you, why had you answered yes to his test. Why in God's green Earth had you told him that you just wanted him to be another professor you fucked? The answer should have been that you wanted to fuck him as a person and not just- him because he was your professor. You didn't need to charm him like this- to worm your way so comfortably into his heart in a way Priscilla had and how Linda had as short as their relationship was. It's- you didn't need to play with him like this- you didn't need to be cruel.

Maybe the best thing for both of you would be to pretend none of this happened. Pretend that everything was normal and that he hadn't seen how your pussy looked in underwear that was barely there. Pretend he hadn't seen you arch your back for him. Just pretend he hadn't had you against the desk in a way that was so far from how he planned. That's- that should be what he does. You were still perhaps that good girl, that wonderful woman he thought you were, you just needed to be reminded of it continuously. Maybe he just wants to be selfish and have you in his life in whatever way he can. God, he was getting to be stupid and silly as he got older, wasn't he?

Love makes you do stupid things, you've realized this more than anything with El- Professor Presley. With other men, with other professors your brain and your heart seemed to actually be in line with one another, seemed to remember that these were flings and while their outcomes led so much to be desired you could file them away as business transactions. Business transactions that allowed you to avoid worrying about your grades if you were sick or if you had too much going on at one time. You figure it's your own fault for taking the challenge Noelle had offered you. Figure that you brought this on yourself despite knowing that you had seen the man for years now from afar and thought that he was the most attractive man you've ever laid eyes on. Thought his waistline- much as it occasionally fluctuated was perfect at damn near any size but you had a special place in your heart for his size now. You should have known your heart would believe one thing- would feel one thing while your brain would try and remind you that this- this couldn't ever be more than whatever it was. You hadn't even needed to do it, hadn't needed to take the chance on sleeping with him because you were fine when it came to his class, never missing a class or a discussion or anything that had him lowering your grades. Yet, you had to be selfish, had to ruin the relationship- the friendship you and him had with each other. You had to ruin him as a person, didn't you?

The man who had sex with you against his desk that day wasn't Elvis Presley, Professor Presley, whatever you wanted to call him. He wasn't the person you had fallen so deeply in love with that your heart ached and twisted and threatened to fall right out of your chest at the mere idea of losing him for good. He was something- someone else entirely, someone who you didn't recognize in the slightest but maybe that's who he always had been, maybe that was the man you had fallen completely in love with over the semester. Your brain hadn't bothered to entertain the idea of a life beyond this semester but you think- no, you know- that your heart had other plans. Your heart dreamed of a life with you at his side at Graceland during the summer and on the breaks at night. It dreamed of a life with you in his lap and his head in yours. You just dreamed of a life with him come whatever may be.

That dream is still in your heart as much as your brain knows it's stupid and silly and a forgone conclusion at this point. Yet, you can't stop yourself from still wanting it from pining for the mere idea of it. You can't stop yourself from taking his jacket you still have and wrapping yourself in it after you come home from that day- that absolute mess of an emotional day because that mere idea of a life with him. A life where he comforts you and wraps his arms around you when you find that life is too much or when he finds that life is too much.

Maybe that's why you don't back away, maybe that's why you let yourself continue on debasing yourself in a way that you're practically mortified to realize. Or maybe it's because after that day things go back to normal. He acts like the man you fell for, acts like the man you could see some form of a future with and could dream of living the rest of his days with. Still, you choose to believe that it's worth it, that this is all you're ever going to have of Elvis. God you wish your brain could just call him Professor Presley or Mr. Presley but when you're in his office talking about what had happened in class or the lesson plans he had for the next one he always insists on you calling him Elvis and it feels so natural rolling off your tongue. It feels like it's meant to leave your mouth in sighs as he brings you pleasure and with fondness that you can only have with someone you love to the ends of the Earth.

You should have known better, you should have known better because you might be strong, you might be the sort of person who can hold herself up with or without praise that Elvis sprinkles into your life. You're the sort of person who shouldn't do this, who wouldn't do this for anyone else if it wasn't him. You should break it off, should give yourself a clean break but he's always there and he's right there saying the words you want to hear. He's there acting like he's supposed to and you find you can't even grieve for the loss of him because he's not gone, is he? No, he's right there in front of you, almost mocking you in his actions and how they conflict when you're up against his desk, his cock sliding in and out of you with such obscene squelching and squishing because he knows how to touch you in just the right way that has you groaning against the coolness of the desk. He knows how to touch you in just the right way that has you so aroused you make a mess of whatever you touch. The times you're just on his thigh because he can't get it up- not for lack of want, but because of his body betraying him like everything else seems to- those times always end in him with a suspicious wet spot that makes him glad he's got on black pants to hide the stain you've put there from riding him.

Things feel so impersonal, such a stark contrast to the actions of both of you around the times you do these things. You're adults and yet the concept of talking about what happens- talking about how you two fall into some natural rhythm of companionship only to have it stripped away the moment one of you climbs on top of the other or the moment he pats his thigh for you to straddle- is so alien to either one of you. When you've fooled around with the other professors even when it came to the worst exits you were still able to look at them, still have that element of attachment when you would be with them up until the point where you were kicked out and where you were slapped and yelled at and chased out windows that had you breaking your ankle. With Elvis it should be the same, you want it to be the same because maybe if it was you could- it would be easier for the two of you to talk. It would be easier to not feel like this is a business transaction and that as much as he'll be the man you started to love before and after it, he won't be that man during the act. You'd say you felt used but how can you be used if you're also using him. It's silly and embarrassing and it wears you down after each time even though you always crave it just a little bit because it's all you feel like you can get of him like that. You want more than his companionship, his praise and his subtle touches on your shoulder and his laughter. You want every single bit of him you can have. You're grasping at whatever you feel you can get and you don't realize he's doing much the same thing.

It has to be impersonal because if he looks at you he doesn't trust himself to not fall to your knees and worship you like the angel sent from on high he believes you to be. He calls you Jezebel because that reminds him how you wrenched his heart from his chest and twisted it in your hands. Staying away from you isn't an option because outside of when you two fall into each other's arms you feel like his- feel like third time is truly the charm on women he adores to the ends of the Earth and that you could be the one he spends the rest of his life with- however long that may be.

However long that may be is always on his mind the more his stomach gives him issues or his body feels like it's breaking down more and more. Should try and get everything in check, try and cut out some things maybe but he's never been the most disciplined in anything that isn't religion and even then he knows he falls off that wagon on occasion. He has to miss two more classes and on one of the nights he can't sleep, his stomach contorting in on itself and his bones feeling an ache he can't shake he wishes you were there. Your presence that one night, curled up against him after he had woken up and found you on the couch only to carry you to his bed had been some of the best sleep he'd had in such a long time. You might not have healed all his ills but you served to be a balm he couldn't help but crave on this night.

The thing about him missing is that he can't know- he doesn't know that you notice the second it's Joe up at the front of your class again and you swear you want to throw up. Your stomach drops so far out of your body that it might as well be in the core of the Earth. Elvis wasn't here again which meant something- some part of his body was acting up again. Maybe you shouldn't have been on his thigh after the last class, maybe you should have just let it be one of those times when you just talked and relaxed with one another and not let it turn sexual. No- No, it would have happened regardless, after all, the last time he had missed you and him hadn't even done anything other than talk. That was before- you wouldn't dwell on it, if this was anything like the last time he'd be back come next class a little more worn down and needing perhaps more company and a bit of help but he would be fine. He's always been so larger than life and so strong that there was nothing to worry about.

Except- he doesn't come back after that first class and he misses another one and you had been lulled into a false sense of security thinking he was alright when no one including Joe was there early. No, instead you had Jerry coming in almost five minutes late telling everyone that class was canceled since anyone who would take over for EP was a little occupied and as nice as he's heard everyone was- he's a business professor- an economics one- not a religious studies kind of guy. You don't expect people to be loitering outside of the class, figuring that much like any college students they'd be rushing to the library to study or to their dorms or apartments to sleep. You wish people had done that, wished the two people you come upon would have done that.

"He's gonna be dead in a year if that, man." The student- James you think- says, rolling his eyes. "My brother had him last year and he missed one class, we're on what, our third?"

"Third and the Tour Guide wearing his jacket. Maybe that's why- she's drained him." The other laughs quietly.

"She hasn't worn it since the middle of October, no, she's already moved on. Wouldn't be surprised if he passed her along to his little Mafia." James pauses. "Whatever the case- he's dead next year. If he even gets through the semester. Sucks, man, he wasn't the worst professor."

There's a part of you that wants to hear what they have to say, hear how they want to blame you for Professor- Elvis not being here but you can feel your heartbeat rushing in your ears and feel your eyes welling up with tears you can't- you refuse- to shed in front of people and find yourself pushing past them, your boots thumping on floor as both of them laugh just a little realizing you had been listening to them the whole time.

They had to be wrong, they had to be wrong because as sick as maybe Elvis was he wasn't- he couldn't be that sick. No, they were just- joking around, they had to have been. Maybe they knew you were there the whole time and just said it to mock you, after all, you know it's truly no secret that you are his favorite student and were even before- the incident. If they were right though, that meant-that meant after this semester he was gone. You'd never hear a story about how stupid some of your classmates were or about hear him sing like he had that one night again. You'd never share another set of snacks and a drink with him. He'd be gone and you'd be- He'd be gone and the world would feel a little bit dimmer.

The idea of a world without Professor Presley, a world without Elvis swirls in your mind that weekend as you force yourself to do your schoolwork. Ignoring it would be so easy and you could just curl up with his jacket and with your favorite book or in front of the little television and just pretend you hadn't heard any of that. Any time you think of doing that, though, you hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like his with a little backing of a voice that sounds like yours in your mind reminding you that you should do your work. So you do and you eat and you do everything you're supposed to that weekend as you try to avoid thinking of what the other students had said. It's hard but you manage well enough. Monday comes sooner than you'd like and you find yourself dreading entering Elvis's- Professor Presley's class. You sit down in your normal spot though, your eyes shut as you try to relax and burrow yourself into his jacket as you do.

His cane taps against the floor and a breath you hadn't realized that you were holding comes out of your mouth in a rush. He's here, he's alive and he's going to be teaching class today. You bite your lower lip as you hear the taps stop right behind you and feel Elvis's hand grasp your shoulder, just as warm as it always is. You hear his voice rumbling, even with so much exhaustion coloring the tone about how he's glad to see you where you’re supposed to be and you look up at him to see something in his eyes, something that feels like a spark of the man you've fallen for completely this semester. Maybe- no, you don't dare hope fully.

Class feels like a blur and while there is a debate as per his usual it's much more subdued with you barely offering input and him still feeling a little too rough to really force some excitement into it. A part of you wants to just head straight to your other class and not entertain the idea of going to Elvis's office but as you start to leave you hear the tap of his cane following you and hear his voice.

"Y/N." He starts, his eyes roaming your top half and settling on his jacket. "Gonna see ya in five minutes?"

The word no is on the tip of your tongue, you should say no but you've been so worried about him that you nod slowly, adjusting the straps on your bag and it earns a small smile from him as he walks off slower than normal but still seeming just as strong as normal with the tap of the cane. It takes you a little longer than five minutes to reach him, almost as if you're too nervous to really go to his office but when you get there the door is wide open and you see two drinks on the desk and you settle yourself onto the couch.

Talking- even with everything- comes so naturally to the two of you that you hardly realize how you both shift closer to the other as you talk. You hardly realize how you're close enough that you can feel his body heat against your side and that he feels the same thing. This is how it always seems to start since the Incident, with you two moving closer and closer until you're in his lap and today is no exception. Except, maybe it is because you're wearing his jacket and you saw a glimmer of something in his eyes that tell you maybe there's something there. That maybe the person you want to spend all your time with is still there underneath everything. You don't know when you decide to hook your leg over his thigh, thanking every god you know that he has a tendency to spread his legs even if there's no reason to and you hike up your skirt just a hair as you start to grind against his thigh, facing him as you do. Your hands move to try and cup his face, try and pull him closer to you before you feel his hands on your hips manhandling you to face that opposite way.

No. This- no, this isn't- you want him but not like this any more. God you can't- why was it so hard for him to let you just look at him when you do things like this. He was gone for two classes and you were so worried but he won't look at you. You're wearing his jacket and he noticed and he won't let you look at him. Your body can't help itself, still grinding a bit as you try and maneuver yourself back to facing him only to be stopped time and time again by his grip. It's not punishing and it's not going to bruise- you hope- but he won't let you turn. He won't let you turn and his mouth starts to spew words that make you want to curl up in on yourself.

His mouth hisses into your ear. "The Jezebel doesn't want it this way? Doesn't want my thigh today? Too good for me?"

You snarl, tears starting to form in your eyes out of sheer frustration and anguish rolled into one. "I never- I'm not saying that, I just- Elvis, please, let me look at you." Your body starts to contort in positions you didn't think were possible as you continue to try and face him only to be brushed aside.

Words are leaving his mouth, you hear them faintly but you finally just launch yourself off his thigh, chest heaving and eyes fiery as can be. Your legs shake at the sudden loss of his thigh that had supported you up until now but you stand your ground as best as you can. "No, I'm not- We're not doing this, not like this, I- What have I even done to deserve this? This- God, I don't even know what to call it. This joke? This playing with me like this?"

"Playing with ya like this?" He barks, heaving his body off of the couch and moving to stand in front of you, his blue eyes stormy as anything you've ever seen in your life. "That's goddamn rich comin' from ya. Lil Miss Jezebel. The Tour Guide. The Harlot who-"

"Don't!" You shout, not even caring if anyone outside in the hallways can hear you. "Stop calling me that! I'm not- You wouldn't call me a good girl if I was any of those things!"

"They're- They don't hafta be seperate, darlin'!" His emphasis on the nickname is punctuated by him inching even closer to you, his words getting lower as he starts to hiss them. "Because you're most certainly a Jezebel, climbin' on me every chance ya get. Actin' like your God's gift to men wit' the others. Tell me, that new professor, t'one in the math department-"

"What other- Is this about-" Your thoughts jumble as they try to catch up with what he's saying. He's calling you a complete Jezebel and asking about someone who doesn't even exist to you. Your chest heaves as you push yourself into the little bit of space between you, your pointer finger pointing at his chest. "The new professor? The one I had to ask for help for because he's the only math professor who hasn't tried to come onto me?"

"Do- Do I look stupid to you, Jezebel?" He asks, almost as if he's afraid to say your name. "I heard from the other professors-"

"You could have asked me!" The words are spit out of your mouth and you can even see a bit of spittle flying onto his face. It brings you a sick sense of satisfaction to see how his already angry face slides between pure shock and more anger. "I thought we were friendly enough to do that! I've been to your house, Elvis!"

The noise that comes out of him before he can even get words out is truly defined as a snarl and a growl in the truest sense of the words. If you hadn't known any better you'd have thought you were arguing with a wild animal. It startles you to the point where you back away just a bit, not because you're worried he'll hurt you- no he's never been that type even with everything- but just because it's your natural instinct in the face of something like that. Despite that, he follows you, moves closer again even as his voice roars leaving his mouth. "You've been in my bed, Y/N! My goddamn bed! Curled up next t'me like ya belonged there!"

You duck away from him, almost as if to escape feeling very much like a cornered animal. He's not going to hurt you- he won't because he's not like- he's not like the rest of them but you can't defend yourself if he pins you down with his body or his words. His eyes follow you like a predator stalking prey even if you both know you've never truly been prey to him or perhaps anyone else. "That's exactly my point! Why wouldn't you just ask me?"

"'Cuz ya'd have lied!" His answer is slurred, the anger truly getting the better of him as he moves to cage you against the wall, only to have you slide away again.

"Not to you, Elvis!" How could he even think you'd lie to him about something like that? That you'd truly lie to him in general? "I've never lied to you!" You hadn't told him things but you had never lied, not a true and honest lie.

"Haven't ya?" He doesn't move this time, instead choosing to stare you down. "Tell me, Jezebel. Did ya just wanna fuck me so ya could tell everyone ya did? How ya got me when I haven't fooled around with a student in all my years and I haven't fooled around with anyone going on at least a year? Or was this just ya bein' sweet on the fat ol' man?"

The flinch that comes from you is unexpected and you look down at your body wondering if he shot you or slapped you and you didn't realize. There isn't a mark on you, no blood showing, no handprint making a mark on you. There is just you wishing he would have slapped you or injured you in some way because maybe it would hurt less than the words he had just said. It would hurt less than the accusation he's just thrown your way. You do not cry in front of people, you refuse to, knowing tears never make things better when you're caged and yet you feel your lower lip starting to jut and your nose starting to run before you shake your head. It's- he's not- he is wrong and you need to prove that to him.

"Just being sweet on the fat old man." You can't help but laugh, the cacophony of emotions threatening to tear you apart at the seams. "Do you- Do you hear yourself? I- What is it, Elvis? Am I your Jezebel sent to what ruin your little God Fearing self? Or am I just some Jezebel who's sweet on you? Or are you going to tell me I'm both? That I'm not good enough for you? Too used?"

You see his jaw tighten and you worry if you've said the wrong thing. You worry that he's seen how you look like you're about to cry and something is going to go wrong but he just takes a step closer to you, his cane tapping on the floor just once. His head tilts just slightly to the side. "I know what I said, lil Jezebel. I know that you've been actin' all sweet, actin' like you're worthy of the nickname Belle. Worryin' 'bout me. Comin' to my house, gettin' me into bed but when I worry 'bout ya, put ya in my bed next to me, ya leave me alone. Then I hear t'boys. Hear what the lil professors you'll eventually fuck gotta say about ya. Ya just playin' a lil game wit' me, ain't ya?"

You bite your lower lip as an answer before you take a deep breath as you start to head to the door, trying to open it only to realize at some point he's locked it. You could unlock it but you feel the need to turn around and defend yourself. "That's- Elvis. No. No- I- I wouldn't- I honestly like you!" You don't dare say love because if he thinks this low of you he's not going to want to hear it. "I care about you! I- You haven't been here for almost a week in actual days counted and I've been worried. They're making jokes about you dying and that idea terrifies-"

He cuts you off as he takes another step and you hear another tap of that goddamn cane as you find yourself moving up against the wall, realizing you can't move. "Stop. Lyin'."

"I'm not- Elvis- I'm not! Why can't you- I'm I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. I wouldn't lie to anyone like this." You want to be strong, you want to fight more but it's as if he's saying everything exactly to hurt you in just the right way. He's saying everything that just cuts through any defense you have for it.

It finally starts to weigh on you, finally starts to drag you down into the depths you were trying so hard not to fall into. He- he won't understand either because of his own choices and stubbornness or because the idea is foreign to him. The idea that you were terrified- you the girl who is so strong that you've taken something that should be an insult and wear it with a bit of pride or at least wear it in a way that lessens its effect- is so foreign it truly refuses to penetrate his brain. At last that's the only thing that crosses your own mind as you feel cornered. You feel trapped and like- you feel like something is finally breaking within you. That this, out of everything you've had thrown at you is what's broken you. The wall behind you reminds you of his solid form except it's all wrong, it's so cold that it can't be him. He's standing in front of you, blue eyes raging like a hurricane and his body coiled like a tight spring, his cane holding up his leg as he moves forward to cage you in again and that's it.

Your body sags against the wall, using it to remain somewhat upright as you slunk down to the floor, unshed tears congealing in a hard mass in your throat. You try and swallow only to have something again to a low groan or small whine escape your lips. This- he's broken you, you've been so strong only to let this stupid man who you shouldn't have even gone for in the first place break you. This stupid man who was- who felt so different and like he held every promise for happiness in the words he spoke. In the praise he gave you. In the way his body felt like it was made to hold you and touch you in ways you yearned for.

"Jesus-" His voice sounds crushed above you and for some reason there's a part of you that feels a victorious delight in the fact that you've made him sound like that. Made him sound as anguished as he's made you feel for weeks. As anguished as you feel thinking of him dead. “Y/N- Get up- Ya g-gotta stand up darlin’.”

No you don’t, hell you don’t even trust that your legs would let you stand up at this point, as much as you feel them minutely shaking. No, you’re quite content to stay on the floor, feeling almost catatonic in the way your mind is focusing on everything about the past semester. You try to close your eyes as if that will make the tears that are threatening to fall go away when all it does is make them slide out the corner of your eyes. That's the final dam bursting as more follow even as you don't want them to. All that’s in your mind is every moment he’s touched you, every moment you’ve walked next to him, every moment when his eyes were like sapphires glittering as he looked at you laughing over a bottle of Pepsi while you waved your hands talking. You remember every hint of praise that had your mind going a little fuzzy and had you shiver for a want of more.

"Anyone ever tell ya how insightful ya are?" No because even if you paid attention during class and did the readings and made the grades they didn't care.

"Ya ever thought about teachin'? Though the debate was a goner till ya put it back on track." That was nothing, just you wanting to make sure no one lost the point Elvis was trying to teach.

"You've been makin' this semester a goddamn breeze."

Perhaps you had but for what? For him to be missing class and looking half strung out or exhausted when he came back? In all the time you had spent together he hadn't even hadn't even told you what the problem was- what took him away from you and from a job he loved. Maybe everyone was right, maybe this might be his last semester teaching and look what you’ve done- you’ve made it so his last hurrah is being known as your last fling or just another fling in your series. The thought makes your stomach roil at doing that to him- doing that to a man that God help you- you had fallen head over heels for to the point that you wanted him at any cost and in any way you could get him.

"You're- darlin'- you shouldn't b-be-" He has to stop himself from talking, feeling an old stutter starting to rear its ugly head. His breath comes out shakily as he tries to focus on you, focus on how your shoulders are shaking with tears and how he did this to you. How he's done something that's irrevocably harmed you. He hadn't wanted this, not even at his most angry has he wanted this. "Don't- don't cry. Goddammit, calm down. God, why'd ya hafta get on the ground."

You look up and for a brief moment there’s a flash of fire in your eyes, a pang of pure annoyance at what he says. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you once again! Make the great Elvis Presley have to get down on the ground. Put him at the Jezebel's level. Leave me down here where I apparently deserve to be."

"Ya know I didn't mean it like that! Goddammit Belle, jus' meant my knees-" He has to take a deep breath, slow and steady and shut his eyes as he gets down to your level before he opens them and cups your cheek, trying to be gentle even as you flinch a little and shake your head. "This- you s-shouldn't be cryin' like this." Not over him and what he's done. Over everything that's been done from the very start. "Ain't worth it."

More accurately he ain't worth it.

"I don't know anything when it comes to you, Mr. Presley." You pull away as your tears start to fall even faster. "I am crying like this over a man who thinks I'm- Don't call me Belle, don't call me that like you did when I was leaving you in your bed. Don't act like you care." After all, he doesn't, he can't because who would care for you and feel the way he does about you. Believe the things he does about you without giving you a chance to explain. "I'm just a harlot. I'm the Tour Guide of the school who now even you get to say you've slept with. You've still got it."

"Darlin'." His voice is pitched lower, almost as if he's trying to talk to a skittish animal. As if he's scared if he talks any louder he'll spook you and that you'll run away for good. "I-I never said I didn't care. W-Wouldn't've put ya in my bed that night if I didn't. Ya looked- ya looked freezin' 'n i couldn't stand it." He pauses, his features darkening for a moment. "Then ya left in the mornin' 'fore I even woke up."

You had left in the morning. You had left that morning because every time you stay at someone's house, some professor's house it's always ended so poorly. The way his face darkens as he tells you that makes your body shiver even as his jacket- that for some ungodly reason you still have, that for some ungodly reason you couldn't get rid of- tries to keep you warm. The anger he has makes you think you were right to avoid him that morning- he- but if he cared, if he meant to put you in there- then you should have stayed. He wanted to wake up to you, wanted to have you burrowed into his side. It makes you freeze.

Elvis looks at you and sees how your body tenses up, sees how you're frozen in place and he frowns as you start to speak. "When I stay in the morning, it's not pretty, Elvis. I- I didn't want you to be the same."

His hand clenches into a fist as he shuts his eyes. His breaths are slow and measured for what feels like an eternity before you see him unclench his fist and look at you. "Ya mean how the Chemistry professor's wife would have beaten ya black and blue if she had gotten a real proper hand on ya? 'Stead of the shiner ya had for a week? Or how ya busted yer ankle hoppin' outta tha' one history professor's window. Ya want me to go on?"

Something blooms in your chest at him telling you about those times. You hadn't even met him when any of those times happened. Sure, you had seen him around campus but he didn't- couldn't have even known your name. You open your mouth, tears still falling but slower as your body tries to calm you down. "You- You shouldn't know about-"

"'ve got eyes don't I?" He responds, as if that explains everything. "Y/N- Belle- I noticed ya before ya ever stepped foot in my class. And they talk, darlin', oh do they talk."

It's then that you look away, almost ashamed at knowing that he's always known about you actions. It is absolutely no wonder that he called you what he did, why he believes you to be what he's called you. You have to pause before you speak, trying to gather your thoughts, rubbing at your eyes as you do. "And that's- that's why you've been- if you've heard all the stories and do know about me then I guess you're not wrong in calling me Jezebel. Just adding you to my long list. But- you- when that's what happens when I don't leave- why do you think-"

His voice takes on an edge of frustration you think, or maybe it's genuine hurt. "Ya really think I'd've done any of that to ya? Ya think I'd do any of that t' someone 've been callin' Belle in my mind 'cause I sometimes look at ya n' I can only think of that damn word in French?" He moves to stand up, his knees and other joints cracking just a bit. "Get up, darlin'. I- just trust me this once and get up."

A stubborn part of you wants to stay on the ground, just sit there and stew in your tears and feelings but when you look up at him with blurry eyes you can't help but heave yourself off the floor and plant yourself just close enough to him that you're looking into each other's eyes if you look up through your lashes. "I- Elvis-" You start to speak only to have him cup your face and the warmth of his hand juxtaposed with the calluses on his fingertips has your eyes fluttering shut against your will. He's not supposed to be this soft, not to someone- not to the person he doesn't care about, the person he's only roughly fucked while pretending it didn't happen afterward. "Don't."

When you say that word he pulls away his hand and you think he's listening to you, think that he's doing what you're asking him to do only to hear the next words that come out of his mouth. "Blow your nose, Belle." His hand that hand left your face, had left your cheeks came back with a handkerchief, monogrammed with a cursive EP. He doesn't necessarily shove it under your nose but it's a near miss even as he kisses your forehead. "I'm not moving it from under here till ya do, Belle."

"I'm not a-" You start before looking up at him and realizing despite his comforting air no part of him is doing this because he thinks you're a kid. No, he knows you're a grown woman- you're a grown woman he wants to be with until his dying breath. "I can hold my own handkerchief."

His lips stop in the middle of attempting to give you another peck on your cheek a slight chuckle escaping him. "Would ya quit bein' stubborn? Tryin' to comfort ya and you're tellin' me ya can hold your own handkerchief. 've been a goddamn asshole let me show ya 'm really a good southern gentleman at heart."

"Southern gentleman don't act the way you did." You shakily exhale, realizing that he's trying to comfort you, trying to place small kisses on your face as if that is solving anything. You shake your head. "Southern gentleman don't play with people like that."

"Darlin', trust me, the older we get, the more every single Southern gentleman does." He pauses to look down at you, his blue eyes narrowed. "I try t'be a gentleman but Lord knows 've got a temper wit' a wrath that rivals God himself. 'N I think I took that out on ya. I- I'm- Ya wounded my pride, alright? Sayin' what you said when I asked if ya wanted me t'fuck ya. I know- I know I can get a woman, but I don't- It's usually more of one night stand or somethin' that's lackin'-" He rubs at his neck. "Care. Doesn't have that tender lovin' care I need nowadays more than I did when I was younger."

Care. Oh, you had been so- you both had been so stupid. Your eyes flit up and you notice how vulnerable he looks just in this moment and you swear it takes your breath away. "Elvis. I didn't- I thought you were trying to make me beg." A pause. "I was trying to what I thought you liked. I didn't- You've never been- No one else has made me feel like you make me feel."

So loved, so proud of, so everything under the sun. There's a reason your heart and your brain had wanted to spend the rest of his life and your life together. Being with him felt right when you stripped away everything that's been happening.

Elvis is silent for a moment, almost as if he's debating his next words or actions even as he still places another kiss to the crown of your head and uses his thumb to wipe away tears that keep falling and holding the handkerchief by your nose. He finally puts the handkerchief away, freeing that hand and using it to cup your chin. He tilts your head up just a hair so that you can see his eyes shining with what you think might be unshed tears as his voice becomes so gentle it twists your heart. "What d'ya want from me?"

"Everything." You choke out your answer, your voice scratching and sounding so raw when you do that you almost want to hide. "I want to be with you after this semester. I want to dance with you like we did that night. I- God- I want to wake up with you every day until one of us dies. I just want to be yours."

At your last words the tears start falling in earnest again and it breaks something in Elvis a little, seeing you cry after that confession. He doesn't waste a second before pulling you into a soft kiss, using his grip on your chin to make it easier. You want more but he's pulling away and placing kisses on your forehead and your cheeks, chasing after the tears in a way that's so gentle you'd think it's fatherly but it's not- it's just him allowing you to be a human again. Allowing you to be more than just the harlot or the Jezebel. Seeing you as the person he's always thought you have been before the Incident and even after the Incident.

"Ya mean it?" There's a small part of him that curses how he sounds asking that but he needs to hear it from you. Hear that you're being honest and truthful with him about what you want. "If ya gonna change ya mind I need t'know right now."

You sniffle and shake your head. "I mean it! I want to be with you and only you. I've only been with you since that day. Haven't flirted or anything. I want to do my work on your desk, want to curl up on your couch with you just- I want you. I want you, my Elvis, my Big Daddy because you're- You're the only one who's ever treated me like more." You pause, taking a deep breath. "Like I'm worth getting to know beyond just my pussy. I can't- I don't want to go back to a world where I don't have you. Where I'm not able to kiss you and be with you in whatever way I can. Where I can't fill your house with-" You stop yourself, because that's too much, that's not something you're admitting to him right now. "I just I want you. I'm not changing my mind, if I was going to I would have the second you didn't give me back my panties, Elvis. When you were so mean and hurtful and-"

He cuts you off with another kiss, this time a little less gentle but still nothing compared to what he wants to do to you. His teeth nip at your lower lip just a bit and you can't help the whimper that escapes you as he pulls away your mouth trying to follow his. Looking in his eyes, you see something different, you see the overwhelming lust, the blown pupils threatening to overwhelm his blue eyes but more than that you see a man who looks so in love with you he might as well keel over with the sheer force of it.

"Feel like an idiot for missin' out on that. Gonna keep kissin you like that for as long as i can. Ya realize that." He pauses as his eyes rake over your form. "Get on the desk, Y/N. My sweet Belle." His emphasis on the nickname, Belle versus Jezebel is the only thing that reassures you he's not planning on doing anything rough. That he has a plan for you to look at him while he does- whatever it is. You take a minute to hop up, sniffling once again as you rub at your eyes. Your emotions are still a mess but you can- this helps, you think.

Elvis grunts, using the cane and a grip on your knee to help ease him onto the ground right in front of your legs, right in between your legs as his hands dance up your thighs. His gaze is on you, full of promise and want as his hands inch further up and up until he reaches between your legs, one hand moving to cup your pussy while the other grabs your hip and pulls you a little closer to the edge of the desk.

"You been payin' attention in class?" He asks as you can't help but whimper a little at the feel of his hand covering you like that. "Specifically this one? What we talked 'bout at the beginning?"

Your head nods slowly as you shiver, feeling the fabric of your underwear being pulled lower and lower down your legs. "You mean psalm 51? What about it, Elvis?"

"Think ya can recite it by memory?" The words of his question are punctuated by kisses up your legs, starting with your calves before moving to knees and then to your thighs. He bites softly causing you to clench them together around his head before he mumbles a no. "While I'm here between your legs."

It feels like a challenge and it causes a curl of arousal to shoot directly between your legs as your vagina clenches around nothing. His hand feels the movement and you can feel the smirk of his lips against your skin before you answer as he puts one singular finger inside of you. "I can." You sigh out your answer as he curls that one finger your arousal making it easy for him to.

Hard doesn't even begin to explain how it is to try and speak- to try and remember the psalm as you feel his tongue flick against your clit once, twice, before moving down to your folds. Another finger has joined the first and you can feel them inside of you, following where his tongue traces. His licks and strokes are leisurely done, almost as if he wants to drag this out, wants to go at the pace that you're speaking when all you want to do is have your orgasm that you can feel brewing but when you stop to take a breath, so does he. It's infuriating right until the midway point when you say "grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me" his mouth wraps around your clit, sucking and even giving you a small nip as his fingers curl against your g-spot. It shouldn't be enough to help you cum, it shouldn't and yet you feel your toes curling and your thighs tightening around his head as he hums in satisfaction. Your body shakes, grinding against his mouth even as his free hand tries to keep your hips from moving. Your thighs don't unclench until he taps at your leg and even then they still shake as he pulls away, mouth glistening with your release as you try and pull him up for a kiss only to have him continue his attack on your cunt.

You keep reciting, feeling as if that's what he wants you to do despite how your voice shakes and how you whimper the more sensitive everything becomes. You cum again by the end of your first full recitation, panting with your chest heaving. There is a thought in your mind to tell Elvis to stop, that you need a break but even though you are starting to feel over stimulated, the way he's looking up at you as his mouth does sinful things to you, as he teases your swollen clit with his fingers and his mouth more and more stops you. His free hand moves to lock fingers with the one of your hands that isn't winding through his hair, yanking and earning growls the more you speak. The intimacy of it all has you nearly sobbing tears of joy this time, not the tears of sadness you had been experiencing. You feel yourself cumming in a way that's unfamiliar as you stutter out the words "my tongue will sing of your righteousness" and Elvis has to pull away, a chuckle escaping him as you see his whole face might as well be covered in your release. It takes him a moment to recover but you swear you hear him talking about squirting when he kisses his way up your thigh and back to his task at hand. When you finally finish the psalm the second time your body is shaking and his tongue and fingers and everything are so overwhelming that when you attempt to start the psalm for a third time you say the first words five times.

"Daddy please, let me cum. Please, I've been good." The words are whimpers when they leave your mouth as you try and grind and get to that edge.

"I know, Belle, been so good, taste even better." He mutters against your clit.

That does it, that has your hand clenching his and your other pulling his hair as you grind on his face, practically smothering him as you cum. The sheer intensity of it has you thumping backward on the desk, trying to catch your breath as your legs shake and you hear him speaking against your thigh. You catch bits of the word holy and jezebel and God and you feel a warmth settle in your body that you can't quite explain. You use your hand to pull him away enough that you can understand him before you ask.

"Are- Are you talking to God- thanking God for me?" The concept boggles your mind but it's so touching at the same time that your heart threatens to burst at the idea.

"Think 've been thankin' God for ya since I first saw ya, but 'specially since I saw ya in my class. My holy- My sweet holy Belle." He winces at the crack his knees make when he gets up and leans both on the cane on the desk when he finally stands up. "None of 'em deserved ya 'n I'm not too sure I do but- 'll try to deserve ya."

Your hands move to cup his face, marveling in how he nuzzles up against your palm before you smile, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Trust me, Elvis, I think you're the only one who ever has." You nuzzle at his nose before pulling away. "How about you let this pretty little sinner, this harlot, this Jezebel take care of you. I don't have a class and-"

Elvis cuts you off with another kiss before he nods. "Only if Big Daddy-" He looks at you, reminding you that yes, your nickname you have for him snuck out. "Gets to take care of his pretty lil sinner, his Belle, and help her wash away all those sins."

The light in the smile you give him could power the whole of the campus for months if you could bottle it up. You slide off the desk a little less gracefully than you mean to before nodding. "Lead the way, Elvis." A pause. "I love you."

"Ain't I the luckiest man for it too." He adjusts himself in his pants, hoping you don't notice that there's a bit of a wet spot on them where his cock should be. "Love ya too. Come on now, never did get to show ya Graceland's shower in my room."

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