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Game of survival, final hunting...

Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem!rebel! reader Summary: After he catches you, he tries to turn you into a lady who can stand by his side. However, you are not that easy to break... after all, a wild animal in a cage is still a dangerous animal. Warning(s): 18+; smut scene; Coriolanus Snow being Coriolanus Snow; blood; mention of dying; Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi @divineidolatry @edb954 @missakward123 @blythlover @leclercsgirlshhs @squidscottjeans @theaaeht @yourmomsbjtch @lovelydoveval @staylowessafe @jeanscremebrulee Coriolanus Snow's Masterlist ~��♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

One step. Second. Third. Fourth. Keys jingling. The lock is twisted. Then the second one. You hear the door sliding open.

You manage to hold back a hiss as the door to your cell opens and light floods into the small, dark cell, blinding you for a moment. Your eyes, too accustomed to the dark, are watering and blinking rapidly as the light enters through your pupils.

"Rise and shine. I hope you're in a much better mood today." Coriolanus says, placing the tray of food on a small crate. He walks over to you and uncuffs your ankles and wrists from the handcuffs attached to the wall.

You fall into his arms after your aching, tired muscles from spending the night suspended against the cold wall of the cell can no longer hold you.

"I know, little hunter. This didn't make me happy at all. You know I don't like punishing you. But yesterday, you crossed the line. We're in the Capitol, not in the District. You can't cut off the fingers of my peacekeepers and expect not to be punished for it." He explains to you, scolding you like a little child as he gently sets you down on the makeshift bed. He runs a hand through your sweaty hair and reaches for your wrist to wipe away the blood that had flowed from the wound the handcuffs had caused.

"You… despise… them…" You speak in a hoarse voice. You hadn't had water in your mouth since last morning, but you weren't going to submit to him because of it and obediently listen to his lectures. You've been through worse, running away from him.

"True. But they are useful. And maybe you were right to cut off his finger for touching you where he shouldn't have, but it's my job to punish people for desecrating what's mine, not yours. We need to temper your thorns, petal, before I announce to the world that you will be my first lady. Next time, let's try to make it less gruesome, shall we?"

You would snort or roll your eyes if you had enough strength. Instead, you rest your head against the wall and close your eyes, as you are letting him bandage your wrists and ankles. He gently wipes away the dried blood and applies some ointments to the areas of your skin that were most abraded—evidence of your feeble attempt to escape and break free from these stupid shackles.

This has become a routine between the two of you. He tried to turn you into his first lady, and every time you showed your true colours and tried to get away from him, he locked you in here. For a day, two, or a week. You will never be able to determine exactly how long you have been hanging on the wall.

And then, moments like these came.

"You know you won't make it? I am and always will be from the district. You should have killed me ages ago." You mumble as much as your dry throat allows. Coriolanus, however, as usual, doesn't care much about your sarcastic remarks.

However, he lets go of your wrists and reaches for the water bottle, pressing it to your lips. You drink slowly, keeping your eyes on his blue irises, which always seem to be watching you intently.

You had long ago stopped trembling under his gaze, but there was something about him that wouldn't let you take your eyes off him. You wanted to think it was caution—the hunter's innate, eternal vigilance. But both you and Coriolanus knew very well that the reason you couldn't tear your eyes away from each other just like that was something more than your distrust for one another.

"I would let you go for the names of all the rebels. You know it well." He says this, throwing away the empty bottle. He wipes away the drops of water that have trickled down your chin and throat with his thumb and traces the line of your lips for a moment, caressing them.

"Of course, Mr. President. You would surely let me go. By extending my cage's run to your gardens." You mock him, and he just smiles slightly. He huffs, shaking his head as he pulls you into his arms and walks out. You might have found it romantic if he hadn't trapped you in that small, dark room or forced you to play the role he had assigned you.

"The reason for all the problems we have, is that you can't trust me." He states it matter-of-factly as he helps you sit on the armchair in his bedroom.

He ignores your angry glare and takes off your sweaty and dirty clothes. He takes you in his arms again and carries you to the bathroom, despite your attempts to break free from his arms. He carefully lowers you into the tub filled with warm water and foam. It smells like roses. Damn bastard.

"Because what you're doing now is giving me a hell of a lot of reasons to trust you." You growl in anger, pushing his hands away from you. Coriolanus grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look into his icy blue eyes.

"Behave. We're not in the district." He reminds you with a cool tone of voice.

If he thought for even a moment that you would take on the role of his obedient pet, he was very wrong. You would have bitten off his finger to prove your point, but the prospect of another few nights in the cell had effectively dissuaded you from that tempting idea. At least for now.

You glare at him with an equally stubborn gaze, pulling your chin from his grip by tilting your head back. Coriolanus sighs, reaching for the bottle of shampoo. Without taking his eyes off yours, he begins to gently wash your hair, which you reluctantly allow him to do. The bastard gave good head massages. You could have let him have that false sense of gaining a little advantage. After all, you had been hanging for God knows how long, chained to that wall... or rather, the devil kneeling next to your bathtub.

"Why did you do that?" You ask with a shaky voice, breaking the silence between you as he reaches into the water to gently pour over the skin of your collarbones. He strokes your neck lazily, making you shiver under the touch of his rough, large hands.

"Specify. You obviously hold a lot of grudges against me if you came here after all these years with the intention of killing me... however pathetic and false this reason for your arrival may sound."

"False? I intended to kill you." You say, more furious with the stoic calm he displayed than with the fact that he dared to question the reason for your fateful arrival at the Capitol. Although, maybe you shouldn't be surprised? After all, it probably wasn't the first attempt on his life...

"Of course, little hunter." He replies, amused, thoroughly rinsing the foam from your hair. As he gently runs his fingers through them, you wonder what he said.

He couldn't be right. You came here for one simple purpose: to kill him. So why did your heart skip a beat when he declared that you were bluffing and fooling yourself? It could have been because of his closeness, how he was overwhelming you, and how both his warmth and his scent made you crazy, taking you back to those peaceful days in District 12 when you didn't know what a monster he was. But everything between you and Coriolanus ended a long time ago, right?

"Why did you kill Sejanus and Lucy Gray?" You ask, trying to stubbornly focus on the reason for your anger towards him, trying to push away the poisonous thoughts this snake has put into your head.

"I didn't kill them." You shudder as he spreads cold bath liquid over your heated body while whispering his answer.

You frown and turn your head, looking at him willingly for the first time. His eyes are focused on your body, though, as he slowly explores your body with his hands, caressing your skin. You see in his eyes how he reminds himself of the times when you two used to wash each other more often and in... much better circumstances. At least for you.

"So what? You sent them to the bottom of the ocean for a vacation?" You ask mockingly, pushing away his wandering hand that started to move too dangerously down your stomach. His eyes meet yours. You flinch as he takes your hand in his and guides it to where he wants it as he continues to wash you.

"Why? You want to join them?" His tone is laced with amusement as you unsuccessfully try to resist him. He finally stands up, grabs a towel, and lays it out for you, waiting for you to get out of the tub and let him dry you off.

"I want you to join them." You say, turning your back to him and standing up. He laughs softly, steps closer, and wraps the towel tightly around you, pressing his torso against your back. You shiver as you feel his breath on your neck.

"Not going to happen, my little hunter." His soft whisper, combined with his tight grip around you and the scent of roses that fills the bathroom after your forced bath, makes you feel even more trapped than when you were hanging against the wall. It was a difficult achievement, but you should've gotten used to the fact that, for him, nothing was impossible.

"Just answer the question." You reply stubbornly, brushing his arms off of you and turning to face him, keeping an iron grip on the towel.

"Why? So you can be under the illusion that I am not a monster and that you can feel something for me without feeling guilty? Or perhaps to make it easier for you to kill me?" He asks, running his hands through your wet hair before cupping your cheek. His thumb collects the drops of water that fall from your hair onto your temple and cheek, caressing your skin tenderly.

"I feel nothing but hatred for you. And believe me, when the time comes, nothing will stop me." You growl at him, furious. You push him away and get out of the tub.

He clicks his tongue, displeased more with the way the water drips from you onto the white marble floor of his bathroom than with the fact that you are desperatly tring to oppose him.

"You've always been a terrible liar, my darling. You are a much better hunter... but as you can see, not all of your prey fall into your traps."

"A mistake I intend to fix."

"Are you under the illusion that I'll give you a chance to do this?" He aks, following you as you exit the bathroom. He is using a tone of voice that reminds you of the way parents are scolding their child. You hear how bored he is and you feel your anger grow even more as he doesn't even try to take your threats seriously.

You don't respond to his taunt. You push past him and go back to his room, only to stand frozen in the middle when you see a blood-red dress with red rubies sewn onto the bodice on the bed.

"What is it?" You ask him angrily, turning to face him, knowing full well that the bastard was standing leaning against the doorframe with that shitty, smug smirk on his face you have learned to hate with the time you have spent with him recently.

"A dress."

"That I can tell. Why are you ordering me to put one?" You fold your arms, making sure the towel doesn't fall off of you, as his piercing blue eyes are focused only on you.

"Ordering? I wouldn't order anything to my sweet fiancèe."

"What?" You ask in pure shock as he steps closer to you. You step back with every step he takes until you feel the cool window pane against your back. You curse under your breath as he walks over to you with a smirk and lifts your hand, slipping the ring onto it. A fucking gold ring with a big white diamond.

"You didn't understand?" He asks with a mocking, dark chuckle that makes you question how much you actually know about this man and the customs of the Capitol. You knew that if Coriolanus Snow planned something, there was nothing you could do to stop him. And when he became president... his room for manoeuvre only increased.

"You are mad to think that I will marry you and that society of Capitol will accept our sick marriage." You tell him, happy that he walks away from you, but only to grab the dress and hand it to you.

"Why? After all, you are Y/N Y/L/N. The long lost descendant of an important general who died in the dark days. I found you and took you from the district to the Capitol, I returned you to your rightful place. And now you are recovering from the trauma you experienced."

"Nice story. How many people did you kill or bribe to make people believe in this?" You look down from him to the dress you held in your hands to avoid meeting his piercing eyes. The bastard knew how much you fucking loved it.

By the way, you were surprised at how well he remembered your preferences after so many years... because you were absolutely convinced that the dress you were currently holding in your hand was one of Tigris' designs that you had praised when you exchanged letters.

"No one died. And no one will die if you will cooperate with me, my little doom." He says, cupping your chin between two fingers and making you look straight into his eyes again. You swallow, trying to bear his burning gaze. He smiles wolfishly and kisses your lips gently, unhurriedly. Savouring the win. At least until you push him away, to which he just shakes his head with a smirk. You hate yourself for wanting to straighten the strand of his hair that fell on his forehead. "Dress up. You have underwear in the dresser. Choose something nice. And remember. One wrong move, and you're back in your cage. And that would be a terrible pity. The chefs prepared your favourite dishes for our engagement party. I'm sure you'll also enjoy some of the delicacies from the Capitol. I'll be waiting for you downstairs, my darling."

"You can kiss my ass!" You shout after him as he walks towards the exit, giving you some semblance of privacy to change and get dressed.

"Later, little hunter." He replies, unfazed by your outburst, and leaves, closing the door behind him. Locked, of course. You were always in a cage. Either a cold, musty cell, an exclusive bedroom, or the arms of that slimy, poisonous snake. And the worst of it all was that it was the first option that started to scare you the most.

"Don't eat so quickly. They'll think we started trying for an heir too soon, my dear." Snow admonished you with a quiet whisper in your ear as he approached you from behind, gently pressing his chest against your back as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You almost spit out your food at the thought of giving him any heirs.

Although you had plans for it in District 12. Two boys and one girl. You even had names. Crassus Xanthos, Adeline Rose, and Cardan Xenos. How stupid and naive you were back then.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't locked me up without food, I wouldn't have to make up for God knows how much time I spent without it." You reply grumpily, but you listen to him and slow down your eating pace a little.

"If you behaved like a lady and not a savage from the district, I wouldn't have to do this. Besides, I thought you didn't believe in God?"

"I have to. What other explanation is there for why devils like you exist in this world?" You answer very seriously, obviously mocking him. He rolls his eyes at you and looks around, making sure no one is listening to your conversation. The last thing he wants is you, spoiling the picture of a perfect copule he made up for the Capitol masses.

"I don't think that's exactly the right thing to say to your fiancé, my lovely little rebel." He replies, adjusting the necklace around your neck. You shiver as his fingertips brush against the skin of your collarbone, hating yourself for how pleasant that small touch felt.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you hit him and whether the ridiculously large ring he gave you would accidentally gouge out his eye in the process. You have to test it someday...

"So suddenly you want to play the conservative, exemplary couple?" You ask mockingly, playing with the sleeve of your dress, trying to ignore the hateful glances the harpies were giving you for ruining their plans to settle down the great President Snow.

"I told you this before, Y/N. All that stands in the way of our happiness is your childishness, idiotic stubbornness, and lack of trust. I took care of you in District 12, I met your every need, and I protected you from every other man who tried to lay his finger on you, including the commander. I risked my future for you more than once. Do you think that I have suddenly changed completely? That I am not able to feel the same as before and take care of what is mine?"

"Wait... you killed Hoff?" You ask in shock, trying to hold on to that one sentence he had said. You won't let that bastard make you feel guilty. "I never asked you about any of these things. You did it all by yourself. Because you wanted to. Because you got something out of this. So don't try to pull the wool over my eyes and tell me that you're my hero, because even now, when you are trying to turn me into a Capitol girl, you are doing it only for your benefit and entertainment."

"You could show some gratitude. If I wanted, I could easly have any woman here. And they would bring me much more than you."

"Would they? Would they be able to fill the void left by me? Because that was the point, right? You saw me everywhere. In everything. You couldn't get rid of the ghost of our past, and it made you feel crazy. Maybe even mad and lonely. I'm only here for your mental health. To tie up loose ends, right, Coriolanus?"

Your mockery finally throws him off balance. His calm, indifferent façade breaks before you. You see the burning anger in his eyes as he takes a step towards you, closing any space between you. However, he's still composed enough to remember that you're both in a public place, so instead of reaching for your neck, he cups your cheek, holding you tightly. He leans down, pressing his temple to yours to whisper in your ear.

"I could kill you so quickly, painfully and silently that no one would notice your sudden disappearance..."

"But then you'd also be burying your sanity with me, right? You know... I heard you screaming after me in the forest all these years ago. Your desperate pleas for me not to leave you. The only person who showed you warmth, compassion, and care, who wasn't related to you, who didn't have to do it out of any sick sense of duty or fear. Tell me, do you still have your mother's shawl that I dropped when I ran away from you? Does it still smell like me?"

You keep pushing him to the edge of his patience, hoping he'll break and show all these people who gathered to celebrate your fake engagement what he really is. But instead of causing a scene, he just growls into your ear before capturing your lips in a passionate, aggressive kiss. He takes advantage of your shock as you gasp, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth.

Kissing Coriolanus has always been like this. A passionate, possessive fight between you. Everything or nothing. Either completely gentle and tender or a breathtaking, mind-blowing experience. And you hated yourself for how easily you found yourself in his arms and close to his body as he pressed you to him, trying to vent the burning anger (that you aroused in him) on your lips. A clever bastard.

Before he pulls away from you, he bites your lower lip in some twisted act of punishment. You lick your lips as he pulls away, tasting your blood on the tongue.

"For your own good, you should learn when to shut your damn, pretty mouth." He growls, moving away from you. He discreetly wipes your lipstick from his mouth with a tissue and hands it to you, so you can also fix the makeup he ruined. And you try your hardest to ignore the looks other people give you. You're fucking blushing anyway.

"I am not a puppet you can control." You say, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

"I never wanted you to be one. It would be so boring… after all, it's so much more fun to break you down every time you're hoping you'll escape and have someone at your side who actually uses brain cells.. Nothing can tear us apart, Y/N. I won't let you run away from me again. The hunt and chase are over, my little hunter. Even death won't separate us, because I swear I will take you with me everywhere, even to my own grave." He mumbles, his nose brushing against yours. You feel his breath on your cheek as he places his hands on your shoulders, making sure you don't run away from him. You shiver when he touches the bare skin of your arms. He gives you a cocky smirk, well aware of what the closeness between the two of you is doing to you.

From the outside, to casual observers, it might have looked like an ordinary, loving conversation between two people who couldn't keep their hands off each other. You should get used to the fact that people's eyes will always be on you and that Coriolanus can whisper death threats with the most tender expression on his face.

You move away from him and reach for the champagne the waiter hands you. You take a sip, ignoring Coriolanus' glare, but as soon as the liquid slides down your throat, you feel like you've swallowed corrosive acid. You drop your glass in shock, shattering it on the floor, and you grab your throat, coughing.

Blood flows from your mouth, soaking the neckline of your dress as you lose control and spitting the red liquid onto the floor as you kneel, unable to steady yourself on your shaking legs.

Poison. Coriolanus poisoned you. He was planning your death all along. How wrong you were...

But why would he do it this way? Why now, in public and not in the privacy of his residence, taking his revenge? Why was he keeping you alive for so long, under the pretext of making you a resident of the Capitol and his polite, obedient little fiancée and future wife and First Lady?

And when he kneels next to you, taking you in his arms and holding you, as panic begins to form around you from the screams of the crowd and their chaotic footsteps, you become even more confused. His eyes are all you can look at when you are struggling for air.

The chandelier above him causes you to see a golden halo-like glow around his head. The thought crosses your mind that this is what Lucifer must have looked like before he became a fallen angel. This is how you were supposed to die. In the arms of the devil. The devil that you yourself allowed to get close to you.

"You did great, my love." You hear him whisper in your ear. Before you drift off into the darkness, you feel him place something cold against your lips, forcing the thick, bitter liquid down your throat.

The first thing you feel after regaining consciousness is a terrible pain in your throat. As if it had turned into a real desert. You are convinced that this is hell. It's only when you realise you're lying on soft red silk sheets, on the familiar bed that belonged to Coriolanus, that you realise you're still in YOUR hell. Unfortunately, you cannot say which option was worse: meeting the real devil or facing the blonde demon in a red suit again.

You open your eyes slowly, gratefully accepting that you are surrounded by darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight that filters through the half-covered windows.

You are hit by the strong scent of roses next to you. You freeze, feeling Coriolanus's arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Only now do you realise that he is lying right next to you, his face turned towards you. He breathes easily and calmly. His usually combed and slicked hair is slightly messy, which only adds to his charm and makes you want to run your hand through it and feel its softness (an opportunity you were deprived of in District 12 during his time as peackeeper). You almost forget that he poisoned you at the party. Almost.

You slowly try to slide his arm off of you and get out of bed. You manage to sit up, but when you gently push his arm off of you, he immediately wakes up. He automatically reaches for your wrist and locks it in a tight grip. He looks at you, blinking a few times before he wakes up enough to realise what's happening around him.

"You finally woke up. Dr. Gaul said it might take you some time. You're not as resistant to poisons as I am yet, my darling, but we'll change that soon." He assures you, sitting on the bed as well. He places his hand on your jaw and forces you to open your mouth so he can check your throat. You don't fight him for now; you are too tired from the events of a few hours ago to try to stand up to him like you always do. Besides, you'd rather have him checking and treating you than that crazy woman.

The concern shining in his eyes tells you that if he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't be giving you the antidote, checking your injuries right now, or sleeping and watching over you in his bed, playing the role of nurse to help you recover.

So you have no fucking idea why he let you drink the poison from the glass. Nor who put it there.

"What happened…" You try to ask, but as quickly as you speak, you feel your throat begin to scratch. A new wave of coughing comes over you. You cover your mouth with your hand, choking as blood sprinkles on your hands again. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate or have a full panic attack as you remember the situation from a few hours ago.

"Easy." He whispers, placing his hand on your back. When you finish coughing, he hands you a glass of water. You look at it distrustfully. He sighs, rolling his eyes, and takes a sip. You wait a minute, and when you see that nothing is wrong with him, you take it from him and drink. "This should explain everything to you."

He takes a folded piece of paper from his pants pocket and unfolds it. He places it on your lap. You freeze for a moment at the image of yourself.

"Wanted poster. District 13, as your little rebel group called itself, has put a large bounty on your head. And this evening, they carried out an attack on you. Something about getting to me through you. The peacekeepers couldn't get anything more out of the rebels they caught before... I think you know what happened to them. You have become their next arch-enemy. Almost as big as me."

"At least they did a better job with my portrait. What you told your dogs to show around the districts did not fully reflect my beauty." You wheeze as you try to speak. You see, he's not happy about you trying to use your voice.

Coriolanus sits next to you again, and despite your silent protests, he pulls you into his arms, making you lean against his chest. He puts his chin on your shoulder and shows you some portraits of some people. People you knew well, people you had fought with before against him and the peackeepers. People who poisoned you likely met their own deaths at the behest of a man who wrapped his arms around you, holding you hostage in his bed. Honestly, you'd rather rot in the ground with other rebels who wanted your death and be interrogated by peakceepers than be here with Coriolanus. Or at least, that's what you were telling yourself.

"I did it on purpose. Do you think anyone would believe that you suddenly went from being an enemy and a traitor to the nation to becoming the respected daughter of a general who died in the war?"

"Why are you doing this, Coriolanus? This whole fake performance and show for the Capitol. And that keeping me alive and scaring me with my people—what is it for? What do you want to achieve?" You ask, pausing to sip your water and turning in his arms so you can carefully analyse his face and his reactions to your questions.

"People like us should stay together."

"Like us? I'm nothing like you." You quickly protest, at which he just chuckles, shaking his head. He places his hand on your cheek and strokes it with his thumb, examining your face carefully.

"Now… don't insult my and your intelligence. I know when you're lying, so stop telling yourself these slanderous things, my lovely little hunter. Don't act dumb. You know why I want you. Here. With me on my laps and by my side. Right where you belong." Coriolanus holds you against him possessively, emphasising the validity of his words.

Apart from the delicate, intoxicating scent of roses coming from him and the warmth that emanates from his body, you can feel his heart beating calmly in his chest. A cold chill runs through you at the thought that yours might have stopped pounding like that long ago if he hadn't given you the antidote in time.

"If you really wanted and loved me so much, you would never have let me drink this poison today." You mumble into his neck as you let him hold you, even welcoming the way he lazily massages your scalp and plays with your hair. There is little you can do in your dazed state. You still feel tired from the whole day. Or rather, I spent weeks and months locked in this large villa.

"It's because I love you that I had to do it. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't understand how dangerous these people are. These dogs who chew on the hand of the Capitol that feeds them will do anything to overthrow us and destroy the peace we reached. And I won't let the dark days come again for the Capitol. Our children will not have to starve like we did. I had promised you that, and I intend to keep that promise." He says, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

You shiver at the familiar feeling of his lips on your skin and the seriousness of the situation this small gesture caused. Once upon a time, these promises seemed sweet to you; they were even a dream come true. Now he was only offering you your worst nightmares on a golden platter.

"I thought then that we would stay in the district. Away from the Capitol, away from the bloodthirsty ambitions of people like Dr. Gaul and the psychopaths who think that killing 24 innocent children every year in some fucking Games is a great idea for entertainment. I thought you were different, that you were capable of love, but now I see that you are a monster, just like they all are."

"Would a monster take care of you? Would I hold you close, try my best to protect you, and make you my First Lady if I were one? Would I forgive you for your escape and betrayal and welcome you with open arms, even after you tried to kill me? What do you think this is if not love?"

"An obsession. The sick desire to have control over another." You say with complete confidence, recalling 'the training' he gave you very clearly. Maybe for him, being locked in a cold cell for a few days wasn't a sign of cruelty, but a way to educate you to be an excellent lady from the Capitol. But you would rather die than become a pretty doll on his shoulder.

"Maybe yes. Maybe I'm obsessed with you. But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine, Y/N. You were always meant to be mine. You better get used to it. I wouldn't want to give you poison without an antidote."

You don't know what's colder, the tone of his voice in which he delivers his warning, or the emptiness you feel when his arms abandon you as he gets out of bed. Either way, you don't feel the sweet taste of victory when he leaves, dramatically slamming the door behind him and, of course, locking you in the room as you are left on your own.

You start to lose control. You can feel it. You were starting to become very attached to him, to his presence, smell, touch, kisses... You were starting to question everything you had ever believed in. He fed you lies that you wanted to believe, and that was the worst. You grab your arm, rubbing it, and the large diamond on your finger mocks you, as it is reflecting in the dim light of the bedroom.

You close your eyes, sighing shakily as you realise your fate. Today's attempt to poison you wasn't just an attempt to kill you or to get to Coriolanus. You knew it. It meant something more. It was a signal. You were supposed to move before they took matters into their own hands.

And for a brief moment, as you played with your engagement ring on your finger, you wondered what would have happened if things had turned out differently. What would life be like if you and Coriolanus ran away together? Maybe you could stop the carnage he caused? Spare human lives by keeping a domesticated Coriolanus on a leash? NO. You shake your head. A caged animal is still a dangerous animal. Not a home-pet. And even if you became his first lady, nothing would change. He won't change. Not like you.

Because the undeniable truth of the world of people who have high ambitions, the ability to carefully observe human behaviour and predict their movements, insight, and perseverance, is that they either live long enough to become a monster or short enough to become a hero. And you promised yourself a long time ago that you would rather die than ever become one of the Capitol's citizens.

One step. Second. Third. You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you sneak through the presidential palace, avoiding the peacekeepers.

You stop and hide behind a pillar, waiting for the two patrolling the corridor that led to Coriolanus' office to pass by you. You hold your breath, listening to a pair of footsteps approach and recede, leaving you alone in the hallway for a moment.

You remember the first night you entered the mansion—the night Coriolanus caught you. You promised yourself that you would not leave the presidential palace until you saw his dead body. And if there was one good thing you had in common with Coriolanus, it was that you always kept the promises you made to each other. Except for one.

You were both breathing heavily as you lay in the small bed in the lake house. Coriolanus held you close to his chest, placing small kisses on your bare shoulder. You sighed, still stunned by your activity from a few moments ago. You turned around, careful not to fall off the small mattress, and clung to his chest, ignoring the smell of the two of you's mixed sweat.

The rain pounded against the roof of the wooden hut, lulling you to sleep in your peacekeeper's arms. You buried your face in his neck, humming as he lazily ran his hand through your hair. You felt peace—a rare and very precious thing in District 12. Coriolanus' arms and his closeness gave you great comfort and a sense of security; it was a promise of a break from reality and entering your world, limited only to the two of you. You've never felt anything like this with anyone else. And you know, you will never be able to feel this way with anyone else.

"Promise that you will never leave me." His soft whisper snaps you from your half-asleep state. You lift your head to look at him, frowning at his strange request.

He had his soft moments, but he had never shown you such a... vulnerable side of himself. Even when you first saw the wounds on his back, or discovered how thin he was under his peackeeper clothes two weeks after he arrived in District 12. Coriolanus trusted no one. Except you. A gift that you valued more than his love, devotion, and desire.

So when you see the hesitation in his eyes and his attempt to retreat into his hard shell, you lean in, connecting your lips in a tender, gentle, slow kiss. You taste his lips as if they were the sweetest nectar; you savour them slowly, only becoming more and more addicted to him. You massage his scalp, pulling him closer to you and straddling him.

You reluctantly pull away from him and look into his eyes as you link your hands and place them on your chest so he can feel your heartbeat. He looks at you, stunned, waiting patiently to see what your next move will be.

"It's yours. It'll always be yours. You stole it from me the day you shot that guy who was trying to get to me and arranged for him to be hanged. You hold it in your iron grip, and you'll have it until the end of time. And I'd rather die than live without my heart, Coryo."

You see that he is touched and that you are slowly breaking down his walls. To avoid showing such weakness, he pulls your head to his neck. He plays with your hair and presses a long kiss on your temple as you lay on top of him. He covers you both with a blanket, and you fall asleep cradled in his arms, lulled to sleep by the beating of his heart and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

And for a moment, being with him in the privacy of the cabin, you really felt like you were the lucky one.

You shake your head, and before the peacekeeper patrol arrives, you walk to the door of Coriolanus' office. You don't knock. You quietly open the door and step inside. The soft carpet that touches your bare feet is a nice change from the cold marble.

Coriolanus doesn't respond to your silent entrance at first, but it's only when you approach the desk that he senses the presence of someone else in the room. He looks up from the papers on his desk and frowns when he sees you in your nightgown (one of his sleep shirts, that is).

"What are you doing here? The peacekeepers were supposed to keep an eye on you so you didn't go anywhere." He says, pretending his heart didn't beat faster at the sight of you so homely. He's already replaying the fantasy in his head of this becoming your routine. You came to him late at night to distract him from presidential matters and drag him to the warmth of your shared bed. Later. With time. He will be there.

"I needed to talk to you. It was easy to avoid these two to get to your office. As for the remaining 20 in the building, it probably wouldn't have been so effortless to get out of here."

"35. There are also secret passages." He corrects you, putting down the papers he was looking at. "What do you want?" He asks, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You stop your curiosity from looking at the papers and focus your eyes fully on him.

"I was thinking about what happened yesterday… And I came to the conclusion that you might be right."

"Don't you say..." He mutters mockingly, standing up to pour himself some whisky from the bar. He comes back with two glasses, handing you one, to which you just nod politely. He shrugs and pours the liquid into one glass, not taking his eyes from you.

"Do not look at me like this. You know how hard it is for me to admit this. I... since then, in District 12... after Sejanus was hanged and... I could have been blinded by Lucy Gray's grief and resentment towards you. I could believe the picture of the monster she painted. After all, you've known each other longer. You, Sejanus, and her... But you can't blame me for thinking I'd be next." You try to explain your course of action to him. He seems uninterested in it; at least that's what you can tell from his body language. But the eyes... you had studied reading them long enough to be able to read his thoughts in them.

"I don't blame you. I would think the same. I blame you for actually running away with her. That you chose her instead of staying and trusting me." He says, not hiding the hurt in his voice. You lower your head in mock contrition as he downs his drink and places the empty glass on the desk.

"And I regretted it every single day, Coryo." You lie, trying your hardest to make him believe you. You even use his nickname and kneel next to his chair, taking his hands in yours. You don't meet his eyes. You focus your gaze and grap on his hands, knowing all too well that if you look at him, you will reveal your intentions. Because Coriolanus knew you as well as you knew him. "I know it's been hard for you without me... but I haven't had it easy either. I saw you... us... everywhere. I... I wished every day that I was in your arms. That I could somehow feel you next to me, talk to you. And that's why, instead of sinking into my growing despair and longing, I tried to turn this feeling into hatred, but... I can't go on like this anymore... I... I can't pretend that you are my enemy, that I hate you. Because that's not true. It never could be." Only at the end do you dare to look at him, trying to look as uncertain and contrite as you can. "You were right. All this time. I was... too proud to admit it, since I went so far in all of this running away from you and trying to fight you, but I can't do this anymore. I can't deny anymore what my heart wants."

"And what is it?" His whisper is hoarse, and his eyes are completely focused on you. This is a breakthrough moment. The course of events will depend on whether he believes you... but do you really have to put a lot of effort into lying to him?

"You." You confess, bringing complete silence to the room.

You don't know if he decides to ignore your bluff, or if he's fed up with this fight between you and simply needs your closeness, or if you've finally learned to lie so well from him that even he can't tell that you're entirely honest with him, or if you are trying to lie to yourself in an attempt to simplify your mission.

You don't want to know.

That's why, when he suddenly grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, you don't protest. Same when he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. The feeling of his soft, plush lips on yours befuddles you for a moment. You forget about your plan and let him caress your lips, giving yourself over again to that familiar, burning feeling that overwhelmed the two of you every time you gave in to your deepest desires.

When he bites your lower lip, demanding full access to your mouth, you remember what you came here for. You let your tongues tangle and sigh softly, accepting, after so many years of separation, that burning sensation spreading from your chest to his touch and closeness. You bite the inside of your cheek and deepen the kiss, your tongue fighting with his for dominance.

You give in, allowing him to place you on his desk. In one quick movement, he throws everything off it onto the floor. The glass shatters, but that's the last thing you notice as you melt into his touch and moan into his lips.

He pulls away for a moment, and you only see the smirk on his face for a brief moment before he dives down to your neck, marking you with his kisses and small bites. His hand slides up your bare leg, making you shiver as it leisurely reaches the hem of (his) shirt you're wearing.

"Coryo." You moan, tangling your hands in his blonde locks at the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to you. You sigh as he pushes his hips into yours at the sudden feeling of your fingers in his hair and tugging—something that was impossible to do in his peacekeeper days.

You hear him growl into your neck. He tries to position you comfortably on his desk so that he has adequate access to you, but suddenly he freezes, and you can see in his eyes that he's changing his mind. You're afraid he might have sensed your trick, but the moment you're back in his arms, you calm down a little.

Coriolanus from District 12 wouldn't care what surface he takes you to. It didn't matter to him at all, as long as you both could hold yourselves in the position he had imagined. That's why you're surprised when he carries you all the way through the presidential palace and into his bedroom, ignoring the brief glances he gets from the surprised peackeepers before they look away in confusion.

As he places you gently on his bed, you almost feel sorry for what you have to do. Almost. His lips on yours effectively drive any logical thought from your head. You can only feel, see, and hear him.

It scares you how much control he has over you and how much you've allowed him to control every little piece of you over the years, even though you were several districts apart. Your foolish heart believed his lies. That you belong to each other. And you're convinced that a few more weeks at his side would make your common sense stop protesting and accept the role he's given you.

But you won't admit to anyone that, in the darkest depths of your heart, you dream of the life he could have given you. About being his First Lady and about the selfish, luxurious life you could lead by his side. But you didn't want to be a monster. You didn't want to become one of them. The fear of this was greater than the fear of what awaited you at the end of the night when you carried out your plan.

But as long as he is with you, you can drown out your heart's cry for the future you could have if you were a little more like Coriolanus. You can pretend and deceive both him and yourself that this night is only the beginning of your wonderful, long future.

You gently push him off of you and onto his back. You sit astride him and lazily place a trail of kisses from his jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, and toned stomach down. Before you get to where he needs you most, he grabs your neck and pulls you closer to kiss you hard and possessively. He tangles his hand in your hair and moves to rest against the headboard of the bed.

You both moan, resting your foreheads against each other as you lower yourself onto his length. He holds you in a tight embrace, his breathing getting heavier, and you know it's not just because he's excited about what you're doing now.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him as tight and close to you as he is holding you. Your walls tighten around him as you slowly move, settling on a ridiculously slow pace compared to how you used to be madly chasing your peaks.

This is a completely different type of intimacy. You're glad he can't see your face, because he would definitely read the guilt and bitterness you feel when he moans your name and sweet words into your ear.

"I've waited so damn long to have you again. My little hunter. You will be a beautiful bride and a stunning First Lady. Nothing will stand in our way. My darling. My sweet poison. My greatest pursuit and reward. I will give you the life we dreamed about in District 12. All you have to do is stay and trust me."

You nod, moaning as he picks up the pace. You dig your nails into his shoulders as you feel how close you are to reaching your edge.

"Promise. Promise me it will never happen again. That you are mine, and you will stay with me, right where you belong. Promise me, Y/N." He grabs you tightly by the neck and forces you to look into his eyes. You shed tears that he licks away, mistaking them for tears of pleasure as he presses himself relentlessly into your most sensitive spot.

Little does he know that these are tears of guilt that you shouldn't feel. But you can't convince your foolish heart otherwise. Not when he's buried deep inside you and looks at you like you're his whole world.

"I… I promise, Coryo." You moan and tangle your hand in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss to take his burning, searching gaze away from your face. He pushes you onto your back and hugs you tightly as he pounds into you with newfound speed, aroused by the promise you just made to him. He sucks on your skin, littering it with hickeys, as if you weren't marked enough by him in his mind. As if he hadn't already completely penetrated your soul.

You scream his name, hugging him painfully tight as you come. You feel a great sense of bliss that you haven't felt in a long time. You're completely dazed, feeling nothing but the rapid thrusts as your lover and greatest enemy chases his orgasm to join you in the orgasmic haze. Coriolanus comes a moment after you, crashing into your mouth hungrily, making you both swallow each other's moans as you two are experiencing the greatest bliss in your life.

He pulls you along with him as he lays down on the mattress. He still holds you in a possessive, strong hug, afraid that you will run away from him or suddenly disappear at any moment. You bury your face in his neck and place small kisses there, drawing lazy patterns with your finger on his chest.

"I love you." He mumbles and presses a kiss on your forehead. You tilt your head to look at him briefly. Before he can read anything from your eyes, you lean in and connect your lips in a slow, tender kiss. You cup your hand around his cheek and stroke his skin with your thumb. You pull away from him. Coriolanus grabs your wrist and moves his head to kiss the palm of your hand and the finger on which you had his engagement ring.

"I love you too." You whisper and snuggle into him. Coriolanus holds you tightly, sighing with relief. Finally. The moment he had waited for since he saw you entering his presidential palace.

He begins to feel tired as the adrenaline wears off and his heart beats slower and slower. He shifts you off his chest as he finds it increasingly difficult to breathe with you on top of him, but he still holds you close to him, always having at least one hand wrapped tightly around you.

You stare into each other's eyes until he's so tired he can't keep them open anymore. He falls asleep, his face turned towards you, and you can't help but trace the line of his jaw with your hand, caressing him gently.

It was an equal fight and chase.

Coriolanus made only one serious mistake. Enough to seal the fate of the two of you.

He forgot himself, deeming you a non-threat, and left you alone in his bedroom. Exactly where he kept all the poisons he had already become immune to.

It was too easy to secure a few vials and send a message to the other rebels. And you had huge doubts as you implemented this multi-step plan, but you were there. You patiently made it to the end. His own and Coriolanus Snow's.

You bit through the vial of poison sewn into your cheek, drawing blood, and let it pass into Coriolanus' mouth as he kissed you hungrily in his office a few hours ago.

And now, you lay next to him, staring at him as he sleeps peacefully next to you. He was breathing evenly, like you; your pulse slowly decreased, as did the rate of your breaths. He looks like an angel with his hair spread out on the pillow. You were supposed to hand him over to the devil himself. Yourself too.

You closed your eyes as you started to feel the effects of the poison.

You nuzzle your nose into his chest, inhaling his scent. Roses overwhelm your senses. His scent and the warmth radiating from him lull you to sleep next to him. The last one, you think to yourself as he buries his nose in your hair and tightens his grip on you.

Hunters sometimes died in pursuit of their prey, bringing an end to both them and themselves. Both you and Coriolanus could have predicted that you would be each other's end. At least it wasn't as bloodthirsty and drastic as the outcome could have been, you think as you fall asleep cuddled together.

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generalllimaginesss · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/generalllimaginesss/737276766654185472/how-many-pick-up-lines-will-it-take-to-get-you-to

what if she starts flirting back and gets him all flustered

I was going to work on a some different things, but I kept getting this request so we’re gonna roll with it :)) thank you for requesting!! Part 1 is here.

also....3 goals in 1:09 seconds....wtf devils???

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"Dude, you can't keep hitting on my sister. She's not interested, man," Your brother and Jack were messing around on the outdoor rink that was set up in the backyard.

"I know, I know," Jack sighed passing the puck to your brother.

"Do you though? It's been 16 years and you're still going at it with her," Your brother's eyebrows raised as he shot at the goal, the puck ricocheting off of the top bar.

Jack rolled his eyes, snatching the rebound and attempting his own shot. He made it, watching as his friend was getting off the ice. Jack joined slowly.

"I think if she got over herself and actually gave me a chance she'd be surprised," Jack caught a glimpse of you watching them from your bedroom window. He waved at you, but you responded with a middle finger as you closed the blinds.

"Maybe, but she hasn't for this long, so maybe you should chill," Your brother couldn't care less if Jack dated you, but the constant flirting was aggravating sometimes.

"Maybe," Jack mumbled, batting off the snow that had accumulated on his hoodie before walking inside.

The boys made their way to the living room, grabbing a couple of blankets to help warm them up from the cold. Your brother had put on a random football game, basically for background noise as he began to doze off.

Jack busied himself until he heard footsteps coming down the stairs followed by your appearance as you walked into the kitchen. He watched you quietly, taking in the details of you. You had stolen your brother's sweatshirt, wearing it with a pair of leggings and fuzzy socks.

"Hughes, I know I'm hot, but you're staring is creepy," You said, nonchalantly, pouring a glass of water before turning around. You faced Jack, his smile greeting you.

"I like a self-aware woman," He commented, the blush that rushed your face adding fuel to his fire.

You leaned on the island, forearms flat on the cool counter, the wrinkles on your forehead evident from trying to figure the boy out. He was cute, you'd give him that, but you were never into hockey guys. The more you thought about it, it wasn't anything personal with Jack. He had never done anything to make you hate him, you just didn't let yourself like him.

"Now look who's staring," Jack smirked, the tension from the eye contact between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

What the hell...the house was a little boring, it could use something to make it more interesting with Jack here.

You glanced over at your brother, making sure that he was dead asleep before you had your fun with Jack. His mouth was open and drool was threatening to spill over, so it was safe to say that you were safe from there being witnesses to what was about to go down.

"Maybe I like what I see," Your voice was darker than normal, dripping with sultry as you walked around the counter towards Jack.

His eyes were wide, looking around him to make sure there wasn't anybody else around that you might have been talking to.

"Don't worry, I'm talking to you," You assured him, pulling the blanket off of him as you sat on his lap.

He had many dreams about you, but he had never imagined something like this actually happening. His throat was dry, lips parted as he tried to get over the shock of the situation.

"What's wrong, Jack?" You wrapped your arms around him, your lips inching near his ear, "...cat got your tongue?"

"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, the nerves coursing through his body constricting his vocal cords. He could feel goosebumps rise on his arms as you placed a set of kisses down his neck.

Your lips broke contact with the delicate skin on his neck, bringing your face inches away from his. His face was beet red, his usual flirty self long gone as you had taken control.

"You know, I have some pick up lines," Your voice was barely a whisper as you kissed closer and closer to Jack's lips. The teasing was driving him insane. If it wasn't for the shock of your actions, he probably would have taken advantage of the situation. However, the shock prevented him from doing anything, freezing him as you had fun with him.

"Yeah?" He croaked, your lips headed back toward his neck and close to his ear again.

"Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?"

Jack was breathing hard, probably the reason your brother was beginning to stir awake. Before he could see what was unfolding, you had removed yourself from Jack's lap, watching as he scrambled for the blanket to cover himself before your brother could see the product of your fun.

You could feel the daggers from Jack's glare as you walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a banana and beginning to peel and eat it.

There was no way Jack was letting this slide. What was once playful flirting had just turned into an all out war. He sure as hell wasn't letting you win the game that he had mastered.

Your brother was awake, scrolling through his phone, unaware of what just happened.

Jack's eyes were dark as he stared at you, you staring right back at him.

"Later," He mouthed, preventing your brother from hearing.

You smiled, holding in your chuckle as you walked away, but not before looking him in the eyes and giving him a wink.

"We'll see," Your smirk burned into the back of his eyes.

16 years of going after this damn girl and she just randomly decides to pull this stunt? And all he could do was just sit there and take it? No way was he going to let her gain the upper hand over him...

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #cole caufield #jack hughes imagines #nico hischier #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #we thinking about a part 3 or what???

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heyo!!! here for the prompt game!!!!

can i have 19 with monster au ghost and soap (make em trans if ya can).... reader is male and a top/dom and he's an older dragon hybrid so he has a bit of a dad bod and is a little insecure about his looks and also his age affecting his performance (two lizard pp) i want the boys to comfort their dilf

Ngl this took me so long to do as I just couldn't figure out how to write it 😅 Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Becoming self conscious after the clothes come off

CW:NSFW, monster 141 au, FTM wraith Ghost, FTM werewolf Soap, M!dragon reader, afab language, double dick, oral, double penetration, body worship,

Dragons only stop growing when something kills them and you're old enough to have shed blood on Jerusalem's walls; you know how you look — fat widening your frame and hiding the sharp musculature you possessed, old age muddling fogging the gemstone like shine of your scales until they look like low quality stones, wing membranes dotted with holes and broken horns capped with gold and iron again and again and again throughout the ages.

You watch Ghost and Soap disrobe after a long day of running drills, Simon periodically giving one word answers to Johnny's insistent but welcome chatter as he helps Soap take off his gear after he'd sprained his back. It's domestically calming, watching your boys—your hoard— take care of each other, Soap's eyes settling on yours as he licks his lips; dread stabs your ancient heart. It picks a new spear morning you wake to find them huddling next to you when you expected them to be long gone, sharpening it throughout the day until you find yourself back in your bedroom with them so dark dread can stab your heart once again.

How can you even call them yours?

You're not dumb. You know no partner deserves to doubt their own abilities when you fail to become hard immediately like they do, hairpin triggers that they are. Nor do they deserve to be left needy and wet, bodies rearing to go again quickly while exhaustion claws at your eyelids after just one orgasm; curse your draconic blood for turning more than just your body lazy as the years go by.

You're so deep in your head you don't notice them until four hands grip you and before you know it you're being flung onto the bed. You land with all the grace of a mountain, the bed's groaning under your weight not helping to stop the thoughts in your head. They're on you like wolves, straddling your thighs as if mortal men can pin a dragon down.

"Now whaet's gotten yer tail in'a twist?" Soap asks, greedy hands sliding beneath your shirt to trace the swell of your firm stomach. Your heart preens at his touch before your mind can remind you that in society's vain eyes-their eyes- you're less, just bragging rights, a notch on the bedpost.

"I'm fine." You growl, pulling Johnny's hands out beneath your shirt. He looks defeated like a child deprived of a toy, though your sharp senses pick up a spike of arousal.

"Sure," Ghost's sharp eyes track your every movement, blackened hand gripping your forearm, claws tracing the place were muddy scales melt into human skin. Even completely nude atop your thigh his form strikes a sharp image compared to you. "What, did you get a shite tatt while we weren't lookin'?"

"Is it a tramp stamp?" Johnny perks up at that, a low sound coming from him and his thighs clench around your own, slick dampening your skin. "No, no, a dick tatt." And suddenly his hand's at your groin, fondling the smooth surface of your pelvis over your boxers in an attempt to coax your cocks out of your genital slit. It doesn't work, like usual.

"Fuck's sake," You growl and grab his arm, trying to ignore the swell of your heart when your rough action makes Johnny's arousal spike. "I'm fine, really."

"Mhm, and I'm the Queen." Ghost snorts, using your temporary distraction to lean in and lick a long stripe up the side your neck, nibbling on your ear until a treacherous rumbling purr leaves your chest. Your body doesn't care of the shit going on in your head, only recognizes the sweet arousal of your hoard and the soft touch they leave on your body, rough hands sliding across your skin and feeling the hard muscles beneath the fat.

"More of a princess, sure 'r bossy like one." Johnny pipes up and ducks to escape a swat over the back of the head from Ghost, unperturbed by your grip of his arm Johnny slides his other hand down your front, sharp claws shredding your shirt before you can stop him. "What's wrong bonnie? Not 'nough that this handsome knight comes t' lay yea?"

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes closing to escape their gaze, "I just-" You breathe out, "-just don't know what you see in me."

Silence follows your words and you're sure the next moment they'll get off and this thing you had will just be over. Then a hand grips your hair, your eyes falling open just in time to catch Simon's before he roughly kisses you. Soap is close behind, tail wagging rapidly as he licks the side of your lip and taking Simon's place when you seperate.

"How about we show you, yeah?" Simon growls, briefly groping the firm swell of your abdomen then sliding his hand down to cut your boxers away with his claws, leaving you as bare as they are. Ghost's clever fingers sneak down further to slide across your genital slit, sharp claws tenderly scratching the smooth scales around it and fingers spreading it open, thumb rubbing the head of one cock as it's starting to peek out.

"Not going tae stop us will yae?" Johnny's hands wander over your exposed chest, roughly groping your fat pecs as you both groan into the kiss. "Cause ah been wantin' to do this for a while," Then he pulls his head back and pushes it between your pecs, a low sound escaping him as he shakes his head.

A surprised laugh leaves you as you realize Soap's fucking motorboarding you, nipping and kissing your fat chest. His touch makes fire burn in your stomach, the way both of their hands roam across the wide expanse of your body making goosebumps pop up on your skin.

"Way to ruin the mood mutt," Simon chuckles alongside you, then his eyes go down. "Oh, like us being sweet on you, huh?" He smirks, fingers wrapping around your cock as you only now realize you've gotten hard, "Want us to keep going?" The sharp scent of their arousal is impossible to miss, only making both of your cocks just that much harder.

"Yeah," You breathe out, letting them maneuver you however they want. You end up flat on your back with Ghost stradling your face, cunt leaking slick down on your face. Soap's between your legs with his plump lips already latched on your lower cock, sucking and licking your cock like it's a popsicle.

"Fuck-" Simon yelps when you follow Soap's lead and pull Ghost down firmly on your face, your obscenely long tongue sliding out to lick a fat stripe across his folds. "-just like that. Shit, you take such good care of us." Ghost groans, his voice stroking that draconic need to guard your hoard and making you worm your tongue inside him. The sudden intrusion of your tongue inside his fluttering walls makes him double over you, but soon after you feel him latch on to your second cock.

Even with all your senses consumed by them you still catch the slight whine in Johnny's chest, already imagining him roughly fingering himself as he sucks you off and watches Simon's eyes grow bleary every time you twist your tongue to hit that special spot inside him. Without thinking you slide your tail between Soap's legs, mind flooding with endorphins at Soap's pleased groan around your cock before he's roughly grinding against your tail, cunt wetly pulsing and drawing more sounds from him each time his clit scraps against your scales.

You don't know how long you float in a fog of pleasure, Simon's sweet slick flooding your mouth, skin feeling hot like magma from their hands wandering and groping your flesh like you're some god, mind buzzing from the sound of their collective pleasure and the sweet tight heat of their mouths on your cocks. At some point you become aware of the orgasm steadily encroaching towards you and you'll be damned if you cum before them.

Giving Simon's sweet cunt a final lewd 'slurp' you pull your tongue back, jaw and throat covered in his fluids. Ghost slumps against you, breathing hard while still continuing to suck you off, his eyes meeting Soap's while the Scott desperately humps your tail and whines because it's not enough.

"On the bed." You growl, low and possessive, your strength still surpassing them as you maneuver them. Simon ends up on his back with Johnny pressed up on top of him, both bodies flush with heat and sweaty.

"Fuck, bonnie-" Johnny sucks in a sharp breath and grinds his hips against Simon, biting his shoulder and groaning as the motion makes their cunts rub together, mingling their slick. "Come on, fuck me-us, just-"

"I know," You chuckle, wings subconsciously spreading out to show how big you are, how strong, how you can take care of them. "Need me to fuck you boys good and hard huh?" You let out a low rumbling growl, draping your body over theirs and not holding back so they can feel your weight. You don't miss how their scents sharpen with more arousal.

"Stop talking," Simon growls, brown eyes meeting yours and urging you to press your slick cockheads against their wet holes, each cock almost tailored just for them. Simon groans as you slide in, your first cock not as long as your second one but fat and Simon relishes the burn as you spread him to his limit.

"Shite," Johnny grinds his hips back to meet yours and whimpers when your cock head brushes his cervix, both of their bellies bulging from you being inside them. "God, fockin' love you for this,"

Another small laugh escapes you, "Love you too," making a few short pumps of your hips to get them acclimated to the stretch of you inside them you start making deeper thrusts. "Love you both so much," Your confession is honest from the deepest part of your heart, a deep draconic groan leaving your lips at the way they clench so wonderfully around you.

You see Ghost open his mouth but words escape him as your cock saws into him, all the bumps and ridges on your shaft scraping their soft walls until they're both shaking, soft little moans and deep growls leaving them. You pick up the pace, sharp had thrusts into their pliant bodies making the bed smack against the wall.

You fuck them hard and fast until they're shaking with an orgasm but you don't stop, teeth bared as if to scare off your own pleasure so you can fuck them over and over and over again.

#Gnome's prompt game #cod mw2 #x reader #gnome correspondence #top male reader #male reader #john soap mactavish #ftm character #ftm sub #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #john soap mactavish x reader #sub john soap mactavish #sub simon riley

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reallyromealone · 2 months

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Sorry the anon for the part 3 to bakugos brother. It’s part 3 to kirishima x male reader bakugos little brother plz.

Title: bakugos brother

Chapter: 3

Fandom: my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, fluff, angst, complicated family relationships

Notes: I'm giving him a quirk for plot purposes

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(Name) Knew his parents weren't as attentive to him as they were his brother, at some point he grew to be fine with it.

What he wasn't expecting was that his parents didn't want him going to U.A because he would outshine his brother; this left a bitter taste in his mouth when he learned this.

Kirishima didn't know what (name)s quirk was, all he knew is that (name) didn't like talking about it but what he wasn't expecting was (name) inviting him to a chess tournament he would be playing at, at U.A. "there's a nice cash prize, maybe after we can get food if Aizawa allows it" (name)s soft and calm voice said over the phone and Kirishima grinned, swooning ever so slightly at his boyfriends casual romanticism "I would love too! Oh there's a place that sells cakes that look like sheep!" He could hear (name) huff out a soft laugh "sure, whatever"

When (name) arrived at U.A with his visitors pass, he was greeted by Aizawa who would be accompanying him, where all players being escorted? "Hello again, Mr. Aizawa" (name) said blandly with a respectful bow, the hero always shocked at how different the Bakugo siblings were "I hope my brother isn't giving you to many grey hairs" Aizawa huffed, amused at the other who was so calm and collected while joking "you think you're gonna win?" The man asked the teen when they made it to the event room, set up with nice chess sets on multiple tables "I know I will"

(Name) Was calm as he defeated his opponents in less than 20 moves, refusing any draws and even managing to make one person cry.

Kirishima watched with rapt attention though he couldn't help but notice that none of (name)s family showed up, not even Bakugo who was in the same location as (name) at the moment and it made the redhead want to support (name) even more, having gotten a bouquet for him as a "you won!" Gift as he watched his handsome boyfriend lay absolute hell upon his opponent.

What they didn't know is that someone was also watching this, with eager eyes and chaos thoughts brewing as he watched every game with rapt attention.

"He was supposed to be the best from Shibuya but he got cocky" (name) said calmly as Kirishima asked him countless questions, he didn't really get chess but he thought it was hella manly and badass at how collected (name) took down his opponents "they aren't my enemies, I would have to care for them to be an enemy" (name) explained when Kirishima said they were his enemies, the redhead smiling with a stupidly happy expression on his face as (name) held a trophy and a cheque of 100k, this was a huge open after all.

"(Name), could you follow me" Aizawa said calmly and (name) looked a bit confused but followed regardless as Kirishima told him he would see him later.

"What's this about?" (Name) Asked as they walked through the halls "Nedzu wants to talk to you" Aizawa said as he knocked on a door, the doors opening automatically as the rat god himself sat at his chair with a smile "please do sit, tea? I know you like your coffee black Aizawa" Nedzu said happily and (name) seemed uncomfortable as he sat down "no thank you" he said softly "congratulations on your win, I see you have never lost a match-- quite impressive"

"Thank you" (name) kept composure as Nedzu sipped his tea "now why didn't you tell us you had an intelligence quirk?"

"Because I don't? I have my grandpa's quirk, a weaker version of my mom's, I basically just have good skin"

"Then it seems you were lied to" Nedzu said looking at the teens grades "you get perfect scores at everything and you learn things at a rate no other student can achieve not to mention the chess tournament" (name) was confused and frustrated as he listened to the principal explain his quirk. "Intelligence quirks are nearly as rare as healing quirks, I am going to have to contact your family as lying about quirks is no joking matter, do you think there's a reason they may have kept this a secret?"

(Name) Knew why, it was always the same reason for everything.

So he didn't outshine his brother.

They did tests after tests, Aizawa there for it all just to make sure the principal didn't go overboard as he often tended to do "... You have indeed an intelligence quirk" Nedzu said simply and (name) felt his world crash just a little, his fears confirmed "so what happens now?"

"I would like you to attend U.A as my student" Nedzu said simply and (name) looked confused "he likes that you don't have that cockiness that those who grow up with intelligence quirks have, you have compassion" Aizawa explained simply and Nedzu nodded in agreement "perfect for a hero" not to mention he saw (name) carefully move snails and usher a mouse away from danger through the cameras, the teen though blunt and cold was willing to help anything in need.

"Why didn't you apply to U.A?" He was often asked and now when the two asked, he answered honestly.

"Because my parents didn't think I would be good enough for it" (name) said genuinely and the room grew quiet "and three people from the same school? Felt incredibly unlikely" he said awkwardly and fidgeted with the trophy in his arms "did you wish to attend?"

"Didn't everyone?"

(Name) Left the office sometime after as Kirishima was waiting with his homework in his lap on a bench just down the hall and perked up when he saw his boyfriend "it's late, do you have a parent to walk you home?" Aizawa asked the teen who shook his head, (name)s parents typically didn't pick him up and simply got him a bus pass-- hell he learned to forge their signatures just so he could do things.

Like chess opens, it's how he made his cash.

"I'll walk you home" he said simply and (name) sighed softly as Kirishima seemed excited at this "could I join sir?!" He was practically vibrating as the teacher sighed before agreeing.

"What did you do!" Mrs. Bakugo barked out angrily, seeing her son being escorted by a pro hero and a hero in training "your son is being escorted home as he had no one to do so after his chess match, crime is rising in the area so it's better to be safe than sorry"

"I see, im sorry he inconvenienced you"

"Actually, I'm also here on behalf of U.A, do you have a moment?"

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader #male reader #x male reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Mafia!Pierre Headcannons

Pairing: Mafia!Pierre x Stripper!Reader

A/N: yes yes I changed the trope deal with it

the power it gave you to have the most powerful man in France

lapping at you was a thrill, it made your skin tingle and

being able to just bat your eyelashes and smile he was giving

you anything and everything sometimes large bills other times

it was priceless jewels that he loved watching you wear

Pierre liked to watch you on the stage seeing all those other

men viving for your attention yet he's the only one you allowed

a private audience with and let touch you

Pierre was well aware that you were using him for money and

jewels and who knows what else

Unknown to you, Pierre was slowly dwindling down your

resources so that you'd come crawling to him for help

he wanted you the moment he saw you on that stage

the way you came to life at men begging for you

it still makes his pants tights remembering the way you

smiled at him before dropping your bra

Pierre was keeping a close eye on you outside the club

always having someone follow you letting him know

if someone was touching you or asking you out

one night you decided to go out just for fun

yet you had to pick the one club in France owned by your top

client who had to be there that night

Pierre was leaning over the VIP ledge watching you more those

hips of yours almost like you were back at the lounge

He preferred to watch you, he wasn't going to make the first move

but he was tired of waiting giving the orders to burn your place

down making sure you lose everything and have to find help

getting that phone call about the fire you rush home

arriving you find it completely gone, nothing left

you call everyone you know but no one picks up

hating the fact that you know the one contact to pick up

was the one person you didn't want to ask for help

asking him would be giving him power over you and you refuse

to give Pierre the satisfaction

you don't call him instead going to the lounge to stay

in one of the guest rooms knowing your boss would be find with it

it lasted for a week before he told you couldn't stay

when you pressed him as to why he refused to answer

groaning you pack everything and toss it in your car

later that night your dancing in the private room with Pierre

his large hands still your hips pressing into you

he asks where you're staying faking interest

rolling your eyes you grind down seeing Pierre's eyes flutter

answering back that it was none of his business

Pierre smirks nipping your neck which has you shoving him back

he chuckles licking his lips while you threaten to get security

Pierre knew you weren't serious you clearly needed his money

asks if you want to stay with him but you laugh at the idea

telling him he was a client not a friend

he frowns at your words, grip tighter on your hips

tells you that a client doesn't fuck you stupid half the time

bolting off his lap you call for security which is swift in

getting him out of the room and asking him kindly to leave

You don't see Pierre again for a couple weeks

not until you call him one night with a bloody lip and money gone

The screech of his tires lets you know he's here as he storms

up to you grabbing your face and asking who did this

you don't answer that question instead asking him

if you can stay at his place as all your money was taken

he agrees gathering you up in his arms

Pierre is pissed that someone has touched you much less

made you bleed

gets you home placing you on the counter and cleaning your lip

neither of you talk as he works delicately to make it clean

your hands are clenching his shirt, slightly shaking

when he finishes he smiles, kissing your neck

whispers how sorry he is that this happened to you

you laugh knowing it was him that had this happened to you

but you didn't care

two could play this game and you'd be the one winning

with all his money and he a pathetic sucker

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slimeology · 4 months

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Well this is likely outdated of me by now buut my own interpretation of a certain computer yes... The notes on this vary to more of facts and like design notes for myself, with a boring white background cause UH readability,, yep! I'm shoving all my ideas below along with bonus image B]

Riiight, allow me to simply lay out my ideas and go against what i have seen this guy been characterised as for years YEA?? THough i wanna touch on how he functions first, so i think out of all possible designs i may make for more characters [at least one more i will make!!! maybe two!! maybe... more?] he is most biologically human. like he probably was just a guy once. but now computerised through means!

Underneath the metal / synthetic components is actual person, though most of it is very not nice to percieve. the only untouched part of him is the midsection, basically the vitals. Other than that, it ranges from a little less skin, to probably not even indentifiable as what it was before.

The image shows it somewhat!! The gloves are removeable and instead of angry wires simply take skinless hand! [ALSO LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD TAG PLEASE - it is very hard for me to judge yes or not!! i do not mind doing it! also i have no idea what to put if so.] It's my general explaination of why he can touch you, but you touch him and it does not end well. Cause it probably hurts honestly! and he's seensitive....

As for personality, he's not that kind. Kind of more, passive agression most of the time really, unless you're wanting to know about the wonders of the internet he couldn't really care what you're on about. But even then, he will act like he knows all of the things ever [because it is on the internet.] Some of his facts may not entirely be true but why fact check?? the internet is not wrong! but also he will be deliberately wrong, if it's funny. aaaand you might believe it.

Computer day is simply the one day a year he agrees to actually 'be nice' and 'cooperative'. Any other day is free game.

The digital world still exists too, it's essentially his sleep state, he simply plugs himself into the wall and while outwardly he is unconsious, he is there instead! He can get other people there by uhh jamming a plug into your brain! don't worry he got a medical lisence from the internet, and has adequately accounted for your skull being in the way :]

Anyways these are somehow all the ideas i had before i even designed the guy??? UH... i will stop throwing so many words out there now. i guess one final fun fact is he probbaly just only eats oatmeal and nothing else. and mmayybe i shoved the 'tism onto him bit. sbhhhh shhhhh you heard nothing,,,

#art #artwork #goopy art :]#digitalart #dhmis #dhmis fanart #dont hug me im scared #dhmis colin #colin dhmis

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dejwrites · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ jersey chaser⠀ 〳 ⠀ o.aiku ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) she's been a jersey chaser until she met him.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, jersey chaser!reader, slight bratty!reader, mentions of reader being an influencer, reader in her lori harvey phase iykyk, mentions of reader being a daughter of a famous soccer player, mentions of slutshaming, mentions of pubes, mentions of oliver being uncut, dom!oliver, oral (m.receiving), he humbles reader immediately, slight sports player crossover and up to reader's interpretation on who the volleyball player is lol, sleazeball oliver, dirty talk, degradation kink, degrading pet names (slut), slight praise kink, doggystyle position, possessive!oliver, adding breeding kink in here for @lawscorazon, does he make reader wear his jersey while they're doing the nasty....yes, could this be turned into a mini series..maybe, word count: 3.8k

YOU WERE ONE OF THE BIGGEST INFLUENCERS IN THE WORLD. With a growing following of over half a million and thousands of likes on every social media post you post. You were the daughter of a legendary soccer player (now coach). You've accomplished everything you wanted, thanks to your father's funds. You've got your makeup business that's been booming since you were a teenager. Now that you were young and living your life, you couldn't help but dip your toes in the dating pool of sports players. Collecting jersey numbers like they were the bright infinity stones Thanos collected in the Marvel movies.

You were young, so why settle down so soon. Why was it such an issue that you kept your options open? You couldn't help that you gravitated towards the sports players. From the basketball players in the NBA to one of MSBY Black Jackals players. You've sat courtside during so many games that you have lost count. However, now that you've taken a break from the dating pool and decided to be single for a couple of months—you are interested in getting a taste of your next prey.

And it just had to be him. Oliver Aiku.

You thought you could use the same charm as him during your father's charity ball that brought many soccer players (both old and new) together to auction off legendary and expensive things to help fund little league soccer teams worldwide. You bat your eyelashes at him flirtatiously. You tried to impress him by being the highest bidder on an item you could care less for. The usual charms that would have had any other person eating from the palm of your hand were a complete fail.

Or so you thought.

You remembered the goosebumps that decorated your skin as you stood outside the luxury hotel where the charity event was being held. Mumbling to yourself how you were ready to go home—mop about being curved to your best friend and then do some retail therapy. That was until you heard his voice behind you.

"Leaving your own father's event so soon?" His head tilts slightly while he's shoving his hands in the pockets of his nicely tailored suit.

Even you could tell he was a bit uncomfortable in the attire he had to wear tonight. You rubbed your arms, hoping it would help warm you up as you waited for your driver to pull around with the car.

"I've done my duties as his daughter. I showed up." Your shoulders shrug before you go back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn't anything you could say to him after you made a fool of yourself by attempting to flirt with him just to be met with a very cold, harsh steel door. You could feel his presence next to you as if he wasn't going to leave until you eventually got in the car.

"I've heard about you." Oliver's voice trails off, alluding to the things you already knew about yourself.

You already had to read about it in gossip magazines, so hearing it from a guy you had your eyes set on—wasn't new. Your eyes glance over at him, and you don't even notice how intensely he stares at you. You watched as he let his tongue glide across his lips—drinking in your looks for the evening. Instantly, the once coldness you felt due to the crisp nightly air went away from your body, radiating heat just by the way Oliver looked at you. The ball was no longer yours to guide like usual, he had the upper hand, and he knew it.

"Hm, nothing new. I'm a slut, and my father needs better control over me. I've heard about me too." You sighed while opening your clutch.

You were searching for nothing. Just to avoid having to meet those green and purple eyes of his. Those heterochromia eyes could put any woman in a trance. Similar to a snake charmer trying to guide a rattlesnake.

"Yeah, something along those lines and that you are a jersey chaser." His chuckle was low enough for you to hear him. "That's fuckin' hilarious."

"Hahaha, laugh it up." Sarcasm oozes from your tongue, and you realize that he is getting a rise out of his.

"So what do you do? Steal their jerseys after breaking their precious little heart so severely that they can't focus on their game?"

You finally turned to look at him. Swapping the weight of your body from one red bottom to the other. Your arms crossed over your chest before rolling your eyes, "If you didn't curve me, you would have found out, Mr. Aiku." You had seen your personal driver pull up in front of the hotel.

Your driver, whose known you since you were little, would rush to open your car door, but he immediately stopped his actions due to Oliver stopping you from opening the door yourself. The door to the black Benz truck slapped shut, and you couldn't help but eye Oliver questioningly. You hated the fact that the ball was no longer yours—he had full control, and you couldn't entirely read him to gain the ball back.

He inches closer, abruptly closing the gap between you two. He's holding a hotel room card between his index and middle finger—waving it in your face as if it's your father's credit card. "Then show me."

Your eyebrow raises at him, wondering when he changed his mind. However, you had no time to wonder when this was the perfect opportunity to regain control of the ball. Beat him at his own game. You told your driver that he could go home for the evening, considering that you planned to spend the whole night with Oliver. Your plush lip gloss-covered lips curve into a harmless smile before you turn towards the hotel entrance, dragging Oliver swiftly by the black tie he had around his neck.

You didn't care about the people in the lobby seeing you with him. That's the thing, you never cared about being caught out with another person because it wasn't their business. Your manicured finger jabbed at the elevator button, and as soon as the doors slid open, you waltzed inside with your head held up. As soon as the elevator closed with the two of you inside, it was as if a switch had gone off between you. You instantly let your lips crush upon each other, grasping each other bodies. Your leg hooked up his waist as your back was leaned against the elevator wall. Before you could mumble about people walking on the elevator as it was going up, your lips gasped apart, feeling his hands reach between your thighs.

Oliver nibbled on your lip, teasing, letting his tongue glide across it afterward before he pulled away as soon as the elevator opened on the floor you two were going to. You watched completely breathless as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off the elevator as if the two of you weren't so close to tearing each other clothes off right in the elevator. "Cocky bastard." You mumbled to yourself.

You followed behind eagerly, though just as he reached his hotel room. He unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he leaned against it and looked at you. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right?"

Your eyes roll at his words, "Of course, I'm not some timid little girl." You push your way into the hotel room.

You didn't waste time stripping from the elegant velvet gown you wore tonight. The hotel air sent a chill down your spine as you plopped down on the king-size bed. The warmth of the sheets hitting your bare skin caused you to close your eyes. You were completely basking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelled like Oliver if you focused hard enough. Just as you were about to complain about what was taking him so long, you could feel something getting thrown at you.

"Put this on." He mumbles as he walks around the hotel room, removing the attire he wore tonight.

You sat up, extending the clothing he had thrown at you. It was his jersey. "Why'd you want me to wear this?" You asked. You tugged the jersey over your head to put it on.

Oliver glances up from removing cufflinks that had his initials engraved in them. He looks you up and down from head to toe. From how your hair seemed to be in the perfect shape to how he could even get a peak of your ass with each movement you made with his jersey on. He understood why many sports players gravitated towards wanting to even get a date with you. You were stunning—absolutely breathtaking. However, Oliver wasn't like the others.

"You look good in it, don't you think? Better than wearing that volleyball play jersey." Oliver smirks as he closes the gap between you two.

Some buttons were undone on the crisp white button-down shirt he wore. His black slacks hung loosely around his waist, and his hair was now disheveled from his slender fingers combing through it.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, noticing that he was moving closer toward you. The ball still wasn't in your grasp. As soon as you willingly slide his jersey on your body to be entrapped by the scent of him from the piece of clothing, you no longer have the upper hand.

"Don't you think you'll be even prettier with my cock in your mouth?"

Your brain never got so stuck on a question. Primarily when you were known to dodge red-carpet report gossip questions. Your fingers toyed with the ends of the jersey, not sure what to say.

"I think you would look prettier. Mouth full of cock, drool dripping down, staining my jersey..." Oliver's voice trails off like a broken poem spoken during open mic night.

Your panties grew damp with each syllable that rolled off his tongue to the point where you were mentally cursing yourself for folding so quickly.

So much for attempting to gain control?

Before Oliver could say anything else, you're dropping to your knees without another word. Your eyes met with his as you're thirstily tugging the black slacks down his ankles. Your hand teasingly brushed against his bulge through his boxers. "What you waiting for, for me to shove it in your mouth?" His tone comes off as significantly condensing—as if he is growing impatient.

"Didn't know you were in a rush." You commented as you leaned forward on your knees, fingers grasping at the band of his black-colored Calvin Klein's.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Oliver's lips parted to spit out a sarcastic comment, but before he could give you the pleasure of that—you're pushing yourself closer on your knees to take him in your mouth. Instantly your hand grasped at the shaft of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, slowly stroking it teasingly as you pucker your lips to kiss the tip of his cock. Your lips began to stain with the taste of his precum that leaked through the slit of his tip, and you seemed to moan at the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. Your eyes shifted close to relinquish the sense of pleasuring Oliver.

With your teasing kitten licks, Oliver took it upon himself to buck his hips to feel more of your mouth. With each thrust forward, the tip of his cock tapped at the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your drool begins to pool out your mouth messily, and Oliver's eyes glistened in amusement at the sight. His fingers toy with your curls before he pulls you off his cock with a seductive pop.

Your tear-filled eyes stared up at Oliver, completely breathless as you were attempting to enjoy being able to breathe once again. Oliver's lips curve into a devious smirk as he leans down to grab hold of your face, his callous hands squishing your cheeks together for your lips to pucker. He's leaning in as if he wants to kiss you, but he pulls away.

"If you ball your left hand in a fist, maybe, just maybe, you'll handle my cock in your mouth better." He teased before he tried again.

His cock once again took comfort in your mouth, and you're taking note of his tip this time. Your fist balled up while you inched forward. Slowly his cock disappears in your mouth bit by bit.

Your drool stained the jersey on your body with each brash thrust forward. Your eyeliner smudged down your heated cheeks as you looked up at Oliver through your teary eyes. Even though his thick cock was taking your breath bit by bit—your eyes still twinkled in admiration for the soccer player, and your panties grew damper.

"Give me one good suck; remember what I told you. 'kay?" His fingers grasp at your coils as if he was your hair stylist—ushering you forward some more to deepthroat him.

In just a quick second, you're willing to shove Oliver's cock back in your mouth until the tip of your nose is met with the coarseness of his pubic hair. His hand instantly pressed on the back of your head, entrapping you from escaping of the fiery feeling of your throat being used recklessly. As he told you, you breathed through your nose while your hand grasped his toned thighs. Your manicured nails dug into his flesh, but you knew he could care less about some nail marks on him when his cock was in your pretty mouth. Your eyes closed just in time for a single tear to drag down your cheeks before he let your head snap back so you could catch your breath. Similar to drinking your first cup of alcohol, your throat burns. The string of saliva connected between your plush bottom lip and his cock was quite a sight if you two were filming a porno.

Your knees ached from the carpet below your body as you watched Oliver finally kick his feet from the slacks around his ankles. He palmed his cock effortlessly to coat the remainder of your saliva on him.

"Get on the bed on all fours." He urges with proficiency in his tone.

"You want to be a jersey chaser, but you must earn the jersey first, princess."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You did what you were told too quickly; you wanted to question yourself if he had some spell cast on you. You not spitting out some snarky comment during comments weren't your thing. Perhaps his cock bruising the back of your throat put you in your place, but it was too soon to judge when his cock hadn't driven its way inside you.

With your butt up in the air, you quivered, feeling his callous fingertips trace alongside the curve of your spine. His thick cock resting in between your cheeks. Your hips bucked back just to feel some friction—your pussy twitching in anticipation of feeling Oliver's cock.

"Don't be so impatient. My dick isn't going anywhere." His fingertips teasingly trace his name on your spine.

You felt the pad of Oliver's thumb brushing against your pussy lips through your soaked panties. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip before you spoke, "Could you stop the teasing?"

Oliver ignored your question as he tugged the lace fabric down your thighs. As if you're a fragile doll, he's helping you out of your panties. "Now I see why you're so impatient," Oliver mumbles as he grabs hold of his cock, guiding it towards you.

The relaxed sigh that came from Oliver when his cock felt how wet you were was like music to your ears. Your body felt so hot, feeling him shove his cock inside you little by little. Not because he wanted you to get used to his size but to push you further to the edge to beg for more.

"Please." You whimpered out as your fingers intertwined with the sheets.

"That's what I wanted to hear." He leans over, placing the sloppiest kisses down your spine.

You felt so strange because, during your other hookups, you never felt like this. Your body never felt like it was going through a continuous fever by just a subtle task like pasting kisses on your spine covered with his jersey. Your pussy never fluttered around a man's cock in anticipation. Simply curious about how exactly the Oliver Aiku strokes were.

They started off slowly; perhaps he was getting used to your drooling cunt gripping around him like a tight glove. Then the pace quickened, and the grip on your waist tightened. He now had a pace that was pleasurable for both of you. It left you creaming and fluttering around his cock, making you feel like you were on top of the world. It made Oliver feel so pussy drunk that he saw stars. The adrenaline going through his veins at the moment felt similar to when he was doing what he does best on the field. His multi-colored hair began sticking to his forehead due to the sweat droplets dribbling down his forehead. His hands grasped at his jersey that you wore so perfectly—using the jersey to yank back on his cock like a toy yo-yo.

The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other could be heard in the hotel room. You were sure Oliver didn't care for the guests residing in the neighboring hotel rooms. With each buck of his hip, it seems to have more aggression to it. Each thrust felt like he was attempting to express something.

Your whimpers and his hushed whines continued to intertwine with each other like a sultry tune. In such a pornographic position with your hip gripped so tightly that you were sure it was getting bruised—you adored hearing Oliver's moans. They were brash yet whiny. He was enjoying this just as much as you.

"Where does my pretty little slut want my cum, hm?" Oliver asked.

With each word that came out, he pushed his hips forward harshly to meet the plumpness of your handprint-stained ass cheeks. Your tears stained the sheets below your body as you let out muffled moans at Oliver's question—completely ignoring his question because you were so close to crumbling down yourself.

"Your back." His grip on your waist tightens as he bottoms down inside of you. Shoving his full weight upon you, completely entrapping you from running away from his harsh thrusts.

"Or maybe inside this pretty pussy of yours, hm? So many choices." He grunts out.

It became too inaudible for you to answer his question when the only feeling you could feel was the sensational feeling that sat at the pit of your stomach. Your thighs shook violently, feeling Oliver's pace only quicken. In a matter of seconds, you saw stars in your tear-filled eyes, and the only form of language you knew was Oliver's name while your cunt fluttered around his thick cock—just in time for him to finally decide where to cum at.

Despite the two of you hitting a high of pleasure—that didn't stop Oliver from filling you up with his cum. His hips sloppily push forward to ensure no droplets of his cum escape. Oliver released his grasp on your waist as he hesitantly pulled out, his cock coated with a ring of his cum.

When exhaustion finally hit you, your body felt like a fresh bowl of Jell-O. Your limbs felt like you did the same training your dad would put guys in his training camp through. Instantly, you're sitting up to grasp your gown on the ground—but Oliver stops you.

"I don't stay the night when this.." Your hand motions between the two of you. "Happens." You add.

"Now you do; you're too exhausted to even move."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, want to go another round?" Oliver grins down at you, and you glimpse up at him before letting your body drop back on the mattress below your body.

"You're insane, I'm going to sleep."

As you got comfortable on the king-size mattress, you heard Oliver chuckle and disappear into the bathroom. Before uttering any other snarky comment, you drifted off to sleep with Oliver on your mind.

The following morning, you woke up to the sun kissing your soft skin and the constant dinging of your cell phone. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched like an exhausted black cat before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You pushed yourself up and grasped at the hotel sheets. The previous night was a vivid blur until you noticed the spot where Oliver was laying was empty. You woke up alone with the scent of Oliver engraving your skin and breakfast on the table in the corner. Your hand went to rub the sleep out of your eyes while scrolling through your countless social media notifications. You would have thought that you had flashed a stranger with the way your phone had been going off.

Your plan of silencing your phone and returning to continue your beauty rest was halted when you finally saw the post that had everyone in a frenzy. Oliver had tagged you in a picture wearing his jersey. You assumed he took the picture after you had dozed off after the amazing sex the two of you engaged in. The caption had your eye twitching in annoyance—but it reminded you that with Oliver, he'll always have the upper hand.

According to Oliver, you were no longer collecting jerseys.

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luveline · 10 months

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JADE THE EDDIE ZOMBIE AU WITH SHY!READER IS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WISHED FOR! could I request eddie cuddling the reader for the first time? maybe shy!reader gets an infection from her injuries or gets sick and he has to cuddle her to keep her warm??

thank u! eddie zombie au —you and eddie get to know one another and share a shy cuddle. fem!reader, 1.4k

tw throwing up/ vomit mention

You're in the kind of pain that makes you nauseous whenever you move, and medication isn't making it better. Eddie —your saviour, and your new friend— keeps you doped up generously, but you're terrified to take the strong stuff and he's not eager to give you anything too sedative anyhow.

"I don't want you to think I'm being selfish," he says, laying on the floor next to the dusty couch that makes for your sick bed, "but I don't know what dose is right, especially when you've had half a bottle of Tylenol in two days. And you had that rum. I should not have let you drink that."

The rum numbed the pain quickly, but mixing alcohol and painkillers is a terrible idea. You'd been in agony and couldn't have cared less at the time, meanwhile Eddie's adrenaline wore off and he confiscated the bottle. Two hazy days later and you're not feeling any better than you had. It's concerning.

"I think I feel sick," you confess.

Eddie sits up. When he looks at you, it's with all the care and concern of someone who's known you for years rather than days. "How sick?"

"Just… sick."

He holds up his hand carefully. "Can I?" he asks. You nod, and he presses his knuckles to your forehead, moving it an inch lower as he feels for your temperature.

Eddie frowns. "Alright, not great."

He eases your shirt up your hip. You're shy, sure, but his touch feels disarmingly intimate, his fingertips barely touching you as he peels the medical tape away from your gauze. He's already changed it twice. Your wound is messy even with his frankly impressive stitching.

How come you're so good at them? you'd asked him.

Well, I– I played this game with my friends and we made costumes, sometimes. Guess it came in handy. You know, it's funny, I had to give myself a couple of stitches a while back and it was Shelley-esque.

Maybe 'cos you couldn't feel them… How are we going to take them out? you'd asked.

His easy smile abated. Um. Well, we'll figure that out.

Eddie peels the gauze from your hip. "Don't look."

"What?" you ask, looking down.

Eddie puts his hand in front of your face. "Don't look, I don't want you to panic again."

"Is it worth panicking over?" you ask.

"I don't think it is, but if you see it you'll panic because it's your cut. I think I'm gonna wash it again, okay? Does that sound cool?"

"I can do it," you say.

"You don't do it, that would require looking at it."

"I can't look at it," you insist.

Eddie does the strangest thing, a short line stroke against the uninjured skin beside your wound. He's trying to comfort you, you realise.

This is why you wouldn't mind being friends with him. If he was going to murder you, he probably wouldn't have bothered saving your life, and he's been really friendly, even when you puked up your dinner yesterday and he had to help you change, too weak from blood loss to do it yourself. He made you more dinner afterwards, too, heating up a can of something on a camping butane fire.

He's a nice person, you think. A good person.

Eddie washes your wound with water warmed and then left to cool over the camping fire. He pats it dry with a cotton pad, shushing you sympathetically when you whimper. "I have an antiseptic," he says gently, "a real one, not just the rum. We'll put some of that on and let it breathe, yeah?"

"Whatever you think you should should," you say.

"Okay. Sit tight. It might hurt again."

The antiseptic is cold, and it stings for a few seconds where the warm water hadn't. When he's done, Eddie wipes his hands clean and folds your shirt up to keep the cut unmarred.

You relax, Eddie diligent at your side. He unveils a pack of goldfish snacks he'd been saving for a special occasion and won't listen to you when you refuse them, opening them and pouring a splash of them onto your chest. "They're birthday cake flavour," he says.

"Don't give me your nice food," you say.

"Why not? I'm happy to do it. Just eat them. Unless you don't like them? I'm eighty percent sure I have twinkie, and there's a tiny Hershey's bar. Do you like chocolate?”

You eat some of his snacks and reject everything else he offers you. You only get up to use the bathroom (a bucket you'd rather not talk about). Eddie brings you some more warm water and a cloth when the sun sets to wash and sits in the kitchen of the pizzeria to offer you some privacy.

The staff room feels scary without him. You've known him for not even three days, and already you're worried he's going to run off without you. Considering you'd probably die if he left you now, it's a typical reaction, but he's being so nice. You'd been fucking tired of dragging yourself from one place to another; having someone else waiting on you is a miracle.

A reprieve.

"Eddie?" you call.

"You okay?"

"You can come back. I'm done."

"Awesome," he says, quick to turn the corner. He checks that his wagon and bike are still connected before rolling them to the back of the room. With everything done for tonight, he secures the room, hooking a chair under the door handle, and pushing a half filled water tank in front of it.

"Need anything else?" he asks, crouching in front of you.

"No," you say gratefully.

"Okay." He sits down on the floor, laying back, your bodies in line and apart. "Tell me if you do."

You puked on his blanket, too, and he hadn't been able to wash it. He took all the gross stuff, your ruined clothes, blood and vomit covered, and chucked it outside far from the building.

"I'm really sorry about… making such a mess," you say, turning as onto your side as you can manage.

"Don't be sorry, you couldn't help it."

"Did you–" You lick your lips quickly. “There's room up here. Not a lot, I know, but you don't have to sleep on the floor. It's getting cold."

"I don't wanna squish you," he says.

"I can handle some squishing. You've done so much for me, I don't like that you're on the ground." You clear your throat. "If you want to. I don't mind," you mumble.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay," you say, shifting as far into the back of the couch as you can. It's nice and wide but he'll have to lay on his side to fit. "It might be nice. It really is cold."

As soon as you've said it, your skin flushes with heat. Embarrassment has you staring resolutely at the wall, more eager than you want to be as Eddie sits on the couch and eases onto his side, legs straight, arms tucked in. It's never going to be comfortable.

"You can touch me," you say. "It's fine."

Beyond his grazing fingers, you haven't been touched with anything akin to kindness since before the apocalypse began. You want it badly, so badly that his arm pressed over your waist makes you cringe at first.

"Kinda awkward," he says.

"I don't remember the last time…"

You turn your head toward his but close your eyes. Eddie sighs, his body heat already seeping into your side where he's cuddling into you. His arm relaxes over your front, and you relax in turn beneath him.

"Me neither," he murmurs. "Don't let me hurt you, okay? Push me off if I get too close to your hip."

You agree. Things are strange for a while, the nerves of being close to him strangling any pleasure, but eventually Eddie falls asleep, his face falling into the slope of your shoulder, and you wrap your arm around his waist to keep him from falling on the ground in his sleep, and the strangeness melds to bone-deep relief.

It's very, very nice to be held by someone.

Eddie's curls tickle your face. He snores in his sleep. You try your best to ignore it.

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Boys Night In | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The boys make Bradley self conscious about you, and you give them a formal dressing down.

Warnings: Fluff and angst and more fluff, swears and adult banter

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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Bradley hated asking you to make yourself scarce for the night, right after you'd moved in with him no less. You didn't seem to mind though, rather you seemed really excited to go out dancing with Phoenix.

You walked out of the bedroom just as Hangman, Coyote and Bob arrived, and Bradley took a moment to ogle you in your skin tight black dress paired with your beat up high tops. "Jesus, you look hot."

You just chuckled at him. "Even with these shoes? I don't want my feet to hurt, so I figured, who cares right?"

Bradley just shook his head as he let the guys inside. "Don't even think about talking to any other boys tonight. Phoenix is allowed to, but not you," he joked.

You laughed and kissed his cheek, greeting everyone as they arrived. Bradley noticed Bob blush as you hugged him briefly, and as many times as he had told Hangman not to look at you, he was still looking at you. Specifically your ass. Bradley was going to need to have another conversation.

And then he had to listen to Coyote flirting with you as well. "Oh, you're going out dancing? Rooster lets you go out dressed like that? You know, I think I'll skip the beers and poker game and join you instead," he told you, linking your arm through his elbow.

As Fanboy and Payback arrived, the flirtatious banter just escalated. Bradley didn't really mind. He did realize you were objectively very pretty, and you were a good sport about the teasing. Plus, they were really trying to get a rise out of Rooster, not you. So he decided not to react at all.

"Have fun, Baby Girl," he told you, planting a lingering kiss on your lips before you waved and left for the evening.

Fanboy hooted with laughter. "Oh man, you're so lucky, Rooster."

Bradley just smirked and led everyone to the brand new dining room table to play cards while Hangman pulled a bunch of beers from the fridge. He knew what the other guys must be thinking, but he was happy they never said it out loud.

Until they did.

After a few games of poker and a case and a half of beer, the guys all stood to stretch and have some snacks. "These cookies are amazing," Payback remarked, eating a stack of three of the chocolate chip cookies you had made for them to enjoy. "Did Y/N make them?"

"Mmhmm," Bradley confirmed while he finished his beer. "She bakes and cooks all the time. I've gained so much weight in the last three months, it's ridiculous," he said, patting his still fairly muscular abdomen.

Hangman just shook his head. "I still can't believe you got her to move in with you, man. Nice work."

"You still sore she turned you down?" Bradley asked with a grin.

"Nah. She's better off with you. Don't get me wrong, she's hot, but I would have probably just tried to hit it and move on, if I'm being honest," Hangman told him. The look in Bradley's eyes must have spurred him on to add, "Which is why it's great that you and she are together, man! She's awesome! Everyone likes her a lot!"

Bob, who was clearly drunk, decided to chime in next. “I’m just surprised you bought the house and had her move in this quickly, Rooster. Usually you’re quick to get a girl to leave after she's been in your bed once."

All five guys exploded in laughter around Rooster. Fuck, he knew he had a reputation, but he wasn't like that anymore. At all. There was only you now.

"Very funny," he muttered, setting down his fresh beer. He had a tight feeling in his stomach that was making him uncomfortable. If this is how his friends felt about him, that was pretty telling. God, was it embarrassing for you to be with him? He couldn't stand that thought in his head, but he could tell it was already taking up residence there.

"I can't believe she settled for you, bro. But good on you," Coyote told him.

"I never thought we would see the day when you would retire from sleeping around," said Fanboy, shaking his head. "But she's a real sweetheart, so you made a good choice. She's definitely a dime. It's honestly crazy how you pulled this off." Fanboy clapped him on the back, but Bradley just stood there for a few extra beats as everyone else returned to the poker table.

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Even with the sneakers on, your feet were aching when you arrived home just after midnight. Phoenix had you dancing to every single song the DJ played, and you'd had so much fun with her.

As you stepped onto the porch, you could hear the boys inside. It sounded like a mini frat party was happening. You unlocked the door and let yourself in, only to find Coyote was already passed out on the couch. Bob was for some reason sitting on the kitchen floor holding a plate of cookies. Rooster, Hangman, Payback and Fanboy were playing a video game really loudly. Every single one of them looked slightly drunk.

"Having fun?" you asked the room at large.

A chorus of yeses greeted your ears, and Rooster immediately dropped his game controller to give you a hug and sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Rooster! We're playing melee, dude!" complained Fanboy, slurring his words a bit. "We're gonna lose if you don't come back!"

"Play three player for a minute," Bradley told them as he followed you through the living room like a puppy. He watched you stop to pat Bob gently on the head, earning you a look of adoration from the WSO.

"You okay, Bob? Need anything?" you asked him sweetly.

"No, Y/N, I'm fine," Bob told you, his eyes a little glassy. "Rooster was right about you, ya know?"

You crouched down next to Bob to hear him better over the noise the others were making. "Oh yeah? Rooster was right about what?"

You turned to look up at your boyfriend. He'd clearly overindulged in drinking tonight, and he had a miserable, sad look on his face. He was alternating between reaching his hands out toward you and then tucking them into his jeans pockets.

"He stopped sleeping with anything with tits when he met you. Good decision," Bob slurred, taking your hand in his and kissing it.

"Oh," was all you managed to say as you withdrew your hand and stood to face Bradley. "That was a strange thing to say," you remarked, trying to lighten the tense look on Bradley's face.

Bradley swayed a bit on his feet and just grunted in response. When you reached for him, he started walking toward your bedroom.

"What's wrong, Roo?" you asked, following him in.

He looked dejected, running his hand up and down the back of his neck. "Is it embarrassing for you? Being with me?"

"Bradley? What are you talking about?" you asked, reaching for his hand. He wouldn't look you in the eye, no matter what you did.

"I'm talking about us," he murmured, staring at the wall above your head.

You pulled on his hands until he finally met your eyes. "I don't understand what you mean, Bradley."

"I need to know if I embarrass you. Apparently I'm just a retired manwhore, Y/N. That's how they all see me. That's how everybody sees me."

Your eyes went wide, gaping at him as you searched his face. "Roo, nobody sees you that way!" you told him, pulling him down to sit on the foot of the bed next to you.

"The guys all do. They are genuinely shocked you're with me."

You cracked your knuckles and pulled your shoes off, tossing them into the corner. "They told you that tonight? They literally called you a 'retired manwhore'?"

Bradley just looked at you, misery on his face. "You're too good for me, Sweetheart. You could do a lot better than dating me."

You pushed his hair off of his forehead and caressed his cheek, and Bradley leaned into your touch. "Oh, Roo," you whispered before kissing his lips softly. "Nobody gets to talk to you like that when I'm around." You placed one more gentle kiss on the tip of his nose and pulled him to his feet.

Once you had dragged him back into the living room, you clapped your hands loudly, waking up Coyote and making Bob jump to attention, cookies flying everywhere. Then you reached behind the TV and unplugged it forcefully from the wall.

"Listen up, assholes!" All six men just stared at you, thoroughly confused and quite drunk. "On your feet!"

You watched as all six of these large men lined up silently in front of you, expressions of concern and fear on their faces.

"Now, one or more of you made my boyfriend feel bad about himself, and that's not going to work for me. Understand?" You lectured loudly, pacing back and forth and making eye contact with each of them in turn. When you reached Bradley, you gave him a little peck on the cheek before continuing back down the line.

"You don't get to call Rooster names or make fun of him. Didn't you learn that in elementary school? It's not nice to do that to people. And sadly for you, now I'm in a not nice mood."

Bob audibly gulped. Hangman pressed his lips together in a tight line. Fanboy looked like he was going to wet himself.

"It doesn’t matter who or what he used to do. He’s with me now, you absolute dickwads! Would any of you like to come forward and tell me to my face that you think I'm a joke? That you think I make poor decisions? That you think I settled for Rooster?"

They all stood silently in their lineup, staring straight ahead. None of them moved except for Bradley, who turned to face you with a look of absolute devotion on his face. You winked at him before you continued.

"No? I didn't think so. Furthermore, for all you know, I could have fucked a million other guys before Bradley. But the only thing you know for sure is that you think I'm pretty, and that I've never fucked any of you. And I never will. Except for you, Roo."

Bradley was smiling now.

"You all have exactly one minute to apologize sincerely to Bradley and then to me, or I will kick you out of my house and you'll never be invited back. And it better sound sincere, or I'm telling Penny that you insinuated that I settled for Rooster. I'll have her ring that bell every time you're at the Hard Deck, and I'll invite all of my friends to drink on your tabs. One minute starts right now." You crossed your arms and watched as they jumped into action.

Each man apologized in turn to Bradley and then to you with looks of real remorse on their faces. Fanboy looked like he might cry as he told you, "I didn't mean what I said to Rooster. And I'm sorry I upset you. I love the two of you together."

Bob was still wiping cookie crumbs off of his shirt as he gave you a gentle hug. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have never said what I did. I'm embarrassed, and I'll never do it again."

Payback looked at the floor as he apologized profusely. "You're right. It wasn't funny. Rooster and you are lucky to have each other."

Hangman half smiled at you and nodded. "Angel, you're perfect for him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset either of you."

Coyote just said, "I'm very sorry, ma'am."

You uncrossed your arms. "Apologies accepted. Now you are welcome to crash here since you're all sloppy drunk. But I'm not going to get up and make you waffles in the morning like I originally planned." The looks of devastation on their faces were very satisfying as you continued. "I know you are all better than this, and I expect you to be better in the future. Now I'm taking this one and going to sleep," you said firmly, taking Bradley's hand in yours and heading to bed.

"And don't you ever doubt that I want to be with you," you told Bradley. "I love you, Roo."

The next morning, you woke up early and made french press coffee and a stack of heart shaped pancakes just for Bradley's hangover. You tossed some granola bars and bottles of water at the rest of the guys. They moped as they inhaled the delicious smell of pancakes cooking, but they were nonetheless on top-notch behavior for you from that day forward.

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 5 months

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Jealous much?

Idk what but there's just something about Jake being all bratty and jealous

Warnings : adult content, profanity, sex , oral sex (fm rec), thigh riding, car sex , overstimulation

Parings : Jake X fem reader

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You and Jake had argued before heading out . A silly argument about what you wanted to wear and you weren't going to let him get his way .

So you wore what you wanted . It wasn't even that much , just a slim fitting short black dress with boots. He hated how low the neckline was . And when you argued that you dress up only for him , he said he would be on stage half the time and other men would be gawking at you instead .

Jake ignored you into the bar and went up straight to the stage and met everybody. Someone even got him a drink and they were already halfway through their first song.

He hadn't said a word to you the whole ride to the bar. And you knew he was going to be stubborn and sulking till you did something about it .

Jake and the band were playing for fun at a little bar that was owned by a friend just to have a little jam with all their friends. It was the weekend and the both of you were already late to the place as usual.

You had sat yourself not too close but right under Jake's nose . And even though he wouldn't look at you even once , you knew he was attentive to everything you were doing.

You'd ordered a drink for yourself and casually sat there and cheered them on , enjoying the music. Jake looked like he eased up and he was having fun.

Until they took a break and he went out with them to smoke , completely ignoring you . You scoffed .

They came back and Jake didn't look grumpy anymore. You knew he'd melt into you if you just made eyes contact with him . But you decide to play at this game too . You decided to ignore him back , just for a short while to keep him wrapped around your finger.

You didn't look at him , even when he was on stage . You could feel his eyes staring into you but you looked elsewhere, at all the other guys playing.

You were interrupted when someone came up to you and asked if he could buy you a drink. And you could feel Jake was staring daggers .

"I have a boyfriend" you smile back .

"now that don't matter it's just a drink" the guy said , unaware that your boyfriend was right in front of him on the stage .

"I guess not" you say with a smirk , knowing it would make Jake's blood boil .

The guy made small talk till your drink came and then he went away , expecting you to go after him but obviously you couldn't care less.

Instead you sat there talking sips of the drink the strange bought you and staring into Jake's eyes . And he was furious. You smirked in the rim of your glass knowing you had him where you wanted.

When it was time to leave , you met up with everyone and said bye , heading out with Jake who walked fast and didn't look at you.

Your car drove up and the two of you got into the back seat of the mini limousine, you slightly brushed his hip with your fingers was you walked past him , to have him craving your touch.

You got in and there was finally silence, no loud music and no crowd. Just the two of you . You turned the window to the backseat down , preventing the driver from looking back and started your plan you get under Jake's skin.

You turned up some light jazz music too that was just loud enough to block out any sounds . Jake knew what you were up to already, but he wanted to play hard to get .

You crawled over his lap , sitting yourself on him with your legs on either side of his right leg , your knee right by his crotch , facing him as he refused to meet your eyes.

"what's wrong?" You coo and he finally looks at you and then glanced down at your exposed cleavage.

"I told you not to wear that dress" Jake said , his jaw tight.

"aw jealous much?" You ask with a smirk and he tsked and looked out the window, ignoring eye contact again .

You lightly dragged your nails on his neck and let your hands slip into his half buttoned shirt and you could feel his breath pick up but he refused to look at you.

You ran your hands all over him , slowly down to his waistline and all over his chest and shoulders. You traced the light veins showing on his forearms and wrapped his arms around you before you ground down on his thigh.

Your dress had hiked up with you position on Jake , making your clothed heat have direct contact with his clothed thigh .

You leaned closer and pecked his jaw before running your tongue to his ear . You let out a soft moan in his ear as you ground down on him harder , he lightly held your waist like he was trying to stop you.

You sucked his earlobe , playing with his earrings loop in your mouth with your tongue and you felt him breathe heavier.

You began lightly kissing down his neck , leaving him lingering for more before sucking on his sweet spot , making his lips part slightly. You could tell he was having a hard time trying to ignore you.

You began whining as the need to cum took over you . Riding his deliciously thick thigh and moaning at the friction it created. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest , creating more stimulation.

You moaned his name out loudly and arched into him as you came He finally turned his head at you, looking at you with half lidded lustful eyes.

"fucking slut" Jake spat before throwing you off him and onto the seat , hovering over you and pinning you down under him as he smashed his lips Into you with his tongue going right in and fucking with yours .

"your slut" you whine into his mouth and his is eyes grow dark and predatorish as he breaks the kiss .

He pulled down the low neck line of your dress causing your boobs to expose, his mouth immediately latched into one while he left the other untouched.

He let go of the elastic neckline of your dress causing it to snap back onto the skin under your boobs with your boobs still hanging out .

He grabbed both your tits and squished them together , sticking his tongue between them and lightly grazing the nipple making you arch into his face and moan loudly.

He held your tits together and pushed the nipples together , latching his mouth around the both of them at once and sucking and nipping at them .

He continued kissing your cleavage and leaving Hickies as his hand slipped between the two off you and went under your dress .

You buckled your hips into his fingers just as he touched your clothed cunt .

You whined as he pulled away and hiked your dress up further , lunging your panties down your legs and then tending to his pants , pulling his rock hard cock out and pumping it slightly. You moaned desperately at the sight .

He pushed fully into you wasting no time, making you arch off the seat into his chest . He slapped his hips into you rapidly making you moan out his name and cream all over his girth.

"fuck" Jake spat as the limo pulled you to your house already. Jake slipped out of you and quickly zipped up his pants.

He pulled your dress down and tucked your boobs back into your dress , grabbing your pantie in his fist and getting out of the car , helping you out as you were panting and shaking.

He helped you into the house as the limo drove away , wasting no time to practically tear your dress off you and start undoing his pants again. His cock was wet from your arousal.

He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the wall , continuing to fuck you in the same pace as in the car . You clawed on his back and pulled on hair making him growl .

His pace slowed as he started to kiss you again , taking his time to passionately kiss you with his cock still inside you .

He carried you into the house and into the bed room , throwing you onto the bed and flipping your around to lie on your stomach before pulling your ass up at the edge of the bed with your face in the sheets .

He stood by the side of the bed , his crotch perfectly reaching your ass . He smacked his hand across your ass making you yelp and shake with anticipation.

"gonna be a slut for me?" Jake asks , gritting his teeth .

"yeah" you whine as you turn back to look at him . But you were struck with the sharp sensation of his cock burying deep inside you with a hard thrust , making you arch your ass out onto his cock .

"fuck" Jake spat as he fucked into you , watching your ass bounce off him and your arousal dripping down your thighs as you screamed out for him .

He spanked you again and you whined at the hot cold sensation that made your knees go weak .

He held your waist firmly as you tightened your walls around him , making him curse .

"fuck- I need to taste you" Jake panted as he pulled out of you again and you cry out in desperation.

He flips you on your back and gets down on his knees , spreading your legs open and licking his lips at the sight of swollen slick folds .

He kissed and sucked some of your wetness from your thighs before licking your folds gently , making you squirm .

He wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you in place as he began eating you out , sucking on your clit and lapping at it. He teased your clenching hole with his tongue as his nose rubbed against your clit.

"fuck Jake I'm coming!" You screamed as an orgasm suddenly ripped through you and you came all over his face .

An evil chuckle of excitement left him as he continued into your folds as he ate you out and drank up as much of your arousal as he could , your legs tight around his head.

He came back up and gasped for breath , his face wet your juices . He wiped his face with the back of his hand . And you noticed some of his hair was damp of his shoulders too .

"Jake please" you whine as he , spread your legs again . Not really sure what you're begging for but all you know is that you need him.

"Yeah Honey" he soothed, contrary to his action of slapping your cunt at the same time , making you whine .

He pushed you further up the bed and got in-between your legs , throwing them over his shoulders as he ground his cock down into your folds and at this point you were screaming and whining for him .

He finally slipped himself in and started fucking you slow and hard , the angle he had you in had his cock hitting straight to your gspot .

"Jake! Fuck fuck fuck-" You cried out and dug your nails into his shoulders as you clenched around him tight , your orgasm building again.

"fuck yeah give it to me" Jake panted as he cursed under his breath , looking down at the way his hips slapped into yours and your tits bounce.

Your third orgasm ripped through you and you screamed out Jake's name as you squirted on his cock .

"give it to me baby fuck-" Jake repeated as he continued to fuck you , increasing his pace as he rammed into you .

Your eyes rolled back and your legs slid off his shoulders , wrapping around his waist waist as he leaned down and kissed you .

It was a sloppy kiss because his focus was on fucking you . You could tell he was close . You were whining and letting out pornographic moans from overstimulation.

It was embarrassing how fast you'd already reached your high again and this time Jake was right behind you .

You lost all sense of your surroundings as you came the fourth time and he continued to fuck into you . You'd reached your point of limit.

"I'm almost there baby you're taking me so well" Jake muttered breathless encouragements and all you could do was wail out as tears began to prick your eyes.

"such a good girl- I'm right there baby" Jake whined , you could feel him pulsating inside you , his thrusts desperate and his body trembling slightly .

He let out a couple of loud gaspy moans as he came undone , fucking his release deep into you as he rode out his high.

"holy shit" he hissed as he pulled out of your terribly overstimulated cunt .

"are you alright honey?" Jake asked breathlessly and you nodded while you struggled to keep your eyes open , your legs shaking violently .

"I've got you" Jake cooed and lay down next to you , pulling you into him and caressing your back .

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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stay

seb. sallow x f!reader

“you know that i hate this place, but if you wanna stay, i do too

we’ll let the night turn to day, but i’m down either way

cause i’m so down for you”

summary: how could you possibly help attending a party celebrating your incredible win in quidditch? sebastian isn’t one for parties, but he can’t seem to leave you…

words: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, pining, aged up seb and mc, jealousy, suggestiveness, not edited

sebastian didn’t know what it felt like for someone to be proud of him. all his uncle solomon told him was how disappointed he was in him and how foolish he was. he did know, however, what it felt like to be proud of someone else. that was the best way to describe how he felt about you. prideful.

having you on his arm made him puff out his chest and hold his head a bit higher. the brilliant, stunning new witch that single handedly saved hogwarts, and, most importantly…the only person in this world that had ever truly understood him.

so who could blame him for physically being unable to say no to you? seeing you beg…did things to him. the way you drawled out his name in a melodic voice send bumps across his skin.

“sebastiaaan…please? for me?”

god...what was a man to do?

"sure, just for a few minutes, okay?" your sounds of excitement forced the corners of his mouth to turn upward brightly at you.

"this is gonna be so fun!" for a moment, perhaps you had him convinced. seeing you this elated was making his heart flutter in his chest and he suddenly would do anything to keep you happy.

"can't believe you got him to say yes," ominis commented shortly as he watched you practically drag him towards the slytherin common room.

"we won tonight, how can we not celebrate?" you asked innocently, halting in front of the blonde-haired boy.

"you mean you won," ominis corrected her. the slytherin's couldn't deny it, you had taken well in your role as a beater, practically wiping the competition in that night's game.

"someone has to be the humble slytherin," you joked back.

"speaking of humble," garret appeared next to the trio that was still stalling outside of the party, snaking through them to enter the door. sebastian instantly tensed up. "how about a toast to the mvp of the night!" you peered over the stone railing to see a sea of students cheering for garreth's words. you scanned the crowd to see enchanted instruments in one corner, an established table for drinks.

you smiled as you gazed down at them, feeling bashful. sebastian sighed behind you.

"lets go!" you instantly started down the stairs, careful to weave in between your classmates and leaving sebastian in your dust. he watched you find your way to the middle of the room, running into poppy and amit, who were nursing drinks of their own, casually swaying to the music and socializing. a few paces to the right, a couple had claimed one of the couches, ravaging each other as if no one were around.

at first, it displeased him. then, reminding himself of why he was still there, he thought of what it would feel like to mark you like that in front of everyone. nevermind. i can't be here.

"y/n! wait!" you could hardly hear him over the music and loud drone of conversations going on around you. sebastian was less careful trying to chase after you, bumping into a few people along the way. it took him a while, but when he caught up to you, garreth had found you in the crowd again, and this time he was holding a vial of what he instantly recognized as fire whiskey. sebastian pushed forward to meet your side just as you had accepted the vial. his arm instinctively clung to your waist.

"hey, i'm leaving. i prefer sleep over drunk people--" as if a switch had gone off, your face fell into disappointment.

"already? don't you want to have a drink? maybe we can dance!" your giddiness made it impossible. you were looking forward to touching him. once again your pleas cast a spell on him, and he was unable to deny you of everything you wanted.

"yeah, i can stay a while, i guess. i-if you want me to stay, i'll stay." stay smooth, sallow. you giggled, followed by a shy hiccup. he couldn't help but chuckle along with you. he found his eyes lingering on yours for a little too long. you didn't avert your gaze or your smile, despite it.

"I would really like it if you would stay, sebastian." the corner of her lip found itself in between her teeth in an inviting bite.

"it's settled then--"

"y/n! one, two, three!" garreth and a few of his friends gestured for you to take your elixir along with them. you quickly looked to sebastian, whose expression was blank. you thought of your victory, your reputation, your personal bucket list. you succumbed to peer pressure and downed the fiery liquid in one go. it felt like your entire throat was burning as your eyes squeezed shut to dull the disgust. a few people turned into almost the entire gathering as they erupted in excitement.

sebastian shook his head, his smile unfading. floating instruments coming into his view snapped his eyes away from you as they stayed to circle the room in the air. when he looked back down at you, two other quidditch captains were ushering a chair beneath you and hoisting you in the air. they jostled you to the beat. you regained eye contact with him to shrug.

sebastian had suspected he would regret his decision in staying, but he wasn't anticipating it to come this fast. it wasn't that he was angry that you were getting recognition for you efforts, not at all. it was the false, parasitic companionship that he hated. he saw right through people like garreth, imelda, and various others. they couldn't have cared less when they were teasing you as you were first arriving. but as soon as you had gained notoriety, they came flocking to you. he wanted to protect you from being used. more importantly, though, he wanted to protect you from being taken from him. that, he absolutely could not bare.

tonight, though, he would push aside his feelings. you deserved to be celebrated to the nth degree. watching you be carried away, glanced around for his second favorite person. he spotted the slytherin boy leaning on the wall near the grand windows. sebastian made his way through the crowd to finally join him.

"she has you wrapped around her finger, sebastian," he teased, earning an annoyed scoff from his friend.

"impossible," he argued, still eyeing you from a distance. he saw as they clumsily set you down. you eventually made it to the floor in one piece and he could no longer see you in the masses.

"you'd think she'd casted imperio on you. i've never seen you so--"

"okay, alright, fine..." sebatian stammered. "i'm pretty sure we're made for each other or something but that does not mean i'm wrapped around her finger."

"if that comforts you, so be it." sebastian rolled his eyes and tried searching the common room for you again. the music coincidentally changed to a more romantic, sultry tune. his eyes, almost as if they knew, finally fell on you. you swayed to the beat alone, eyes only on him. almost as if you were luring him out to sea, he was pulled to you, quickly meeting you half-way through the people.

"dance with me." your voice almost echoed around him, ghosting his ears like an enchantment. he nodded slowly, absentmindedly, but fully aware of his decision. he had been waiting. this was exactly what he was holding out for. his palm raised to flatten against yours, fingers intertwining slowly, as if he were savoring it. sliftly, he pulled you in with his other hand by your waist, closing the gap between you. twirling around, he showed you off, ensuring everyone knew you were there with him.

sebastian changed his mind as quickly as he had made it up. it was the perfect night, and a moment worth waiting for.

#Spotify #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #harry potter cu #sebblurb

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angry-geese · 9 months

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Gojo/reader/Nanami >:)

Warnings: not osha compliant. threesome (MxMxF), oral (F & M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, possibly a little ooc, this is pretty much just smut lol

Word Count: just under 2.3k

Synopsis: some shameless smut between coworkers >:)

a/n: I found this mostly finished in my drafts and god only knows how long it's been sitting in there so I made some edits to it so it could be posted lol. posting this before i leave for work so if there are any egregious errors i'll fix them when i get home :)

jjk masterlist

As you go over the events of the night in your head, you still can't quite figure out how you ended up in this situation; sprawled across Kento’s lap, with Satoru’s hands trailing up your shirt.

Technically, it was your idea. “Girls Night”, or so you dubbed it; a bi-weekly hangout with Shoko, and occasionally Nanami. Gojo only tagged along on a technicality, not long after Shoko canceled, leaving the three of you alone in your apartment on a rainy Saturday night.

From the very beginning, it was clear Satoru had little interest in the show. Kento was less than pleased about his inclusion in the first place. Still you settle down onto the couch, intent on making them watch this show. You’re going to talk to them about it whether they want you to or not. Nanami begrudgingly allows you to press your cold feet against his legs, while your head rests against Gojo’s shoulder. Their hands were too warm—too inviting—to push away. The combined smell of their cologne was intoxicating.

You’re not certain who brings it up first. A small part of you wonders if they planned this on their own. Never on your own would you have dared to ask something like this from your coworkers.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, but when you're situated in Nanami’s lap, with Gojo trailing kisses down your neck, you can't stop to give consequences much thought. Your body practically feels feverish. You’re just a bit too pliable, too reactive to their touch. If Nanami wasn't in the way, you’d be squeezing your thighs together to get the slightest bit of relief.

“Stop grabbing her ass!” Nanami says, slapping Gojo’s hand away.

“Then turn around and let me grab yours,” Satoru says, his voice muffled against your neck.

Gojo’s hands find your breasts, kneading at the plush flesh through the fabric of your shirt. Tucking your legs under you, you sit back on your calves, allowing you to sit at eye-level with the two men. Nanami’s hands push up under the hem of your shirt, exposing a bit of your midriff. The two act like starved dogs, hungrily taking in the slightest bit of exposed skin.

Your shirt is thrown off to the side. Gojo tugs the cups of your bra down—a light, lacy one that makes faint blush dust Nanami's cheeks—exposing your breasts. He averts his eyes. Maybe out of respect for you. Not that your bra covered much at all, Gojo notes rather loudly, it's practically see through. In your defense, it was comfortable. Not that they care. They’re practically begging to rip it off. You make sure to unhook it so it’s not shredded.

“Look at you,” Gojo leans down to coo into your ear, “how pretty. What do you think, Nanamin?”

“Don't call me that.” Nanami says with a scowl.

“What? That’s what she calls you.” Satoru’s hand comes up to give your chin a squeeze. “You don't think we couldn't hear you in the dorms? Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Calling out his name all-”

Just when you think Nanami couldn't get any more red, he does. He silences Satoru with a kiss. The man is blushing from his forehead, to his chest. A shaky hand takes his glasses off, setting them on the table beside the couch. The look behind his eyes is unreadable. Those same, shaky hands move to loosen his tie, as if it’s become too tight around his neck. His body has grown too warm. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. The two of you are practically drooling at the small patch of his exposed chest.

“Of course you’d listen in on a girls dorm,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I always knew you were weird like that, ‘Toru.”

Though you can't see it, his face goes red. Gojo rarely lets his stoic composure falter like this. A small laugh escapes Nanami.

One of Gojo’s hands worms under the band of your shorts, into your panties. A shock of pleasure is sent up your spine the moment his thumb grazes your clit. Your body freezes. The sound of your heartbeat is heavy in your ears, which their voices are barely audible over.

“You think I was the only one?” Gojo leans in to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the way you gasp, “it was his name you were calling out after all. You wouldn't believe how long we’ve been wanting to do this… Isn't that right, Nanamin?”

There’s no hiding the tent he sports in his pants. He’s painfully hard now, his cock leaking precum against his toned thighs. Kento swallows hard. Slowly, he nods.

“Should we put on a show for him?” You ask.

Gojo’s voice catches in his throat. It's not the response he expected from you, but it's not an unwelcome one.

You lift your hips enough for Gojo to slide your shorts—along with your panties—down your hips. Nanami catches them as they slide down your thighs, pulling them completely off, leaving you bare in front of the two men.

Gojo lets out a soft hum of approval at the sight of your slick cunt. Though he shows no sign of it, he’s nearly as nervous as Nanami. His hands tremble in such a faint manner that only you would see. To a waver in his voice that you have to listen harder to notice. He's breathing harder than usual. The only thing that gives him away is his hardened cock pressing into you from behind, straining against his uniform. You can tell he wants nothing more than to free himself, and fuck you into the couch cushions, but he has enough restraint to wait. This time, he has to share.

Your body jolts as Gojo’s fingers momentarily dip into your slit, grazing your clit. They’re followed soon by his mouth, his tongue working messily against the bundle of nerves. You’re too worked up to hide your shame, fingers burying in his snowy locks of hair. Nanami can only contain himself for so long, palming himself through the fabric of his trousers for some sense of relief.

“There—” you huff.

“Here?” Gojo coos, almost as if he’s mocking you. The absence of his mouth against your clit makes you whine. “You’ve gotta tell me where you want me.”

“Inside—” you say, “I want your cock in me!”

Your words nearly make Nanami choke. Gojo too. His face is red, and his neck is white. His glasses are shoved up into his hair, staring at you through half-lidded eyes.

He laughs, though you can hear the eagerness in his voice. “Not yet,” he says, “didn't you want to put on a show?”

Gojo’s words—more like his tone—make your stomach flutter. He's just being cruel at this point!

You would not believe how many hours he’s spent imaging you under him. All the things he’s thought about doing to you. Imagining how you sound, how you feel, how you taste. How many nights he’s spent imagining his hand was your own. How many comments in passing he’s made to Nanami.

Neither would you believe the grip you have on him. On both of them. ‘Your boys’ you’ve so affectionately dubbed them. Maybe they took the name to heart.

“It's only fair you go first,” he says, motioning to Kento.

“I want to know what she thinks,” Nanami says. It's your body, it should be up to you. They have no plans of doing anything that you don't want to do.

“You can't both go at the same time?” You ask.

Gojo hadn't even thought of that. Nanami had. He's gone over this moment in his head. Maybe a thousand times, if not more. Yet he had never expected any of this to come to life.

“There's lube—in the side table drawer,” you say, “my room. Condoms too but I’m on the pill.”

In the time it takes Gojo to go fetch the lube, Nanami is nearly undressed. All that remains are his boxers; a wet patch forms where his cock leaks precum against his thigh. Satoru makes some comment about the two of you starting without him, but the blood rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear him.

Satoru finds a seat on the couch between the two of you. Off comes his coat, then shirt, then belt. His glasses are set on the coffee table with little care to how they land. He pours some lube into his palm, working it over his hand to warm it up. Your fingers work their way under the band of Nanami’s boxers, shoving them down just enough that his hardened cock springs free.

As you lay sprawled out on the couch between them, there’s hardly enough room for you. Satoru’s hips are flush with yours now, his clothes cock pressing into your thigh, while your head lays in Nanami’s lap.

Kento sits before you, stunned, acting as if he can't decide what to do with his hands. You guide one to your hair, the other falls limply at his side as your tongue trails up the underside of his cock. He and Satoru are comparable in size, both being uncut, although Gojo is slightly thinner. Satoru is shaved, Kento isn't, although the hair at the base of his cock is quite light, and neat. You swear you feel him twitch when you take his cock into your hand, then eventually, your mouth. He’s long enough that you gag, a mix of spit and precum running down your chin. A thin strand of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he pulls away, muttering a quiet apology. Kento Nanami, normally so composed, looks nothing short of starstruck. It must take every last bit of his self control to not thrust into your mouth. Your hands around his shaft—mouth working along his length—is simply too much for him to hold back.

Gojo’s fingers find your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves in rhythm with your own movements. A mix of lube, and your own slick drip down your thighs, and most likely your couch too. There’s a mess between your thighs that if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different you would be embarrassed. Your nails dig into Gojo’s forearm, leaving little crescent shaped marks. If you were pressing any harder, you'd be drawing blood.

He might just be into that.

Gojo enters you not long after that, smirking at Nanami’s thinly veiled attempt to stop himself from cumming. The noise he makes when he sheathes himself fully is telling; he’s not far from cumming either. Neither are you; back arched, pressing back against Gojo.

His fingers never leave your clit, working across the sensitive nub erratically. It’s just constant enough that your own orgasm comes up sooner than expected. And you do so shamelessly, clenching around Gojo as he works you through your release. His own thrusts grow sloppier as he nears orgasm, although he appears as if he’s holding himself back.

Nanami is next. To his credit, he does try to pull out before he cums. The angle of your bodies on the couch, mixed with your own eagerness to work him through his own release prevents him from doing so. When he cums, he cums lots, and your first instinct is to swallow it. With his thumb, he wipes away the little bit that's dribbled down your chin. Words of praise fall past his lips, although his mind is too addled with pleasure for them to make much sense. You lay there, your head in his lap, fingers laced with his as his cock softens before you.

Satoru lets out a whine as he's about to cum. Which, at least to him, is a bit alarming that he's done so this fast. Nanami spots it a mile away; the only reason you don't is due to your back being to him.

He intends to cum inside you at first, but second guesses himself, pulling out to finish himself off in his hand. From him spills faint, nonsensical praise as he cums across your back. Then comes the scramble of trying to clean it—you—up before a further mess is made. A guilty look spreads across his face as he glances down at the couch. From the floor, he retrieves a shirt, cleaning what he can off your back.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I’ve needed a new couch for a while anyway. Did you seriously have to use my shirt, though?”

The expression across Satoru’s face resembles a grimace, more than it does a smile, although he tries to pass it off as the latter. “I mean,” he says, a nervous laugh escaping him, “I considered using Kento’s but he’d probably strangle me here and you could just walk into your room and grab a clean one.” Satoru rattles on about the price of his shirt—the tailoring, and brand, and dry cleaning cost. You tune it out.

“You’re an ass,” comments Nanami.

“Yeah, I walked into that one, didn't I?” Gojo says.

It doesn't take long for you to get comfortable, sprawled across both their laps. To give himself something to do, Nanami’s hands find your hair, brushing it away from your eyes. Satoru’s hand falls upon your thigh, his other placed firmly behind his head. Were the circumstances any different, the repetitive, soothing motions would put you to sleep, but you can't quite calm your racing heart.

You turn your attention back to the TV, right as the two main love interests embrace one another in a kiss. Credits roll moments after.

“Looks like we missed the show.” Satoru says.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #nanami smut #gojo smut #not osha compliant #this probably would have worked pretty well with getou instead of nanami but idk i dont feel like i write getou very well #at least in like smut context lol #ill probably cross post this on ao3 too im just running out of time before i need to leave lol

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pillarsoflove · 11 months

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can i request sleep over hcs with any characters? can be platonic or romantic!

hi! yes! sleepovers are so fun 🫶 sorry these are short, I couldn't think of much :(

gn!reader, they/them if any

characters: march 7th, dan heng, sampo, stelle (f!mc), caelus (m!mc)

up for interpretation of platonic or romantic!! fluff 🫶

March!

first off, definitely the type to forget to give you a blanket

but don't worry!! she has a lot of those soft decorative ones, so you aren't short on options, she just forgot

"this is a sleepover! you think you're supposed to sleep??" fr

if you are just friends, she definitely asks about who you're romantically interested in

gossiping about your trailblaze missions!! giggling about some people you met, thoughts on what happened, I'm ngl y'all definitely smack talk people you don't like too

hello!!! dress up?? yes

she doesn't typically like people close to her face, but if you two are close enough to have a sleepover she trusts you enough to allow you near her face! so you can mess with her hair or do her makeup

you both eventually knock out with the lights still on

Dan Heng!

if you have a sleepover you either don't live on the express or it was an accident

in the accident case you probably wanted to spend more time together and ended up falling asleep in his "room" (the archives), or you had a nightmare and being in the same room as him calmed you down

offers you his bed and he'll sleep on a pallet on the floor – it isn't much different from his makeshift bed already – just less padding

if you end up falling asleep after trying to spend more time with him he'll carry you to his bed, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to your room if you live on the express

idc how big you are, he's stronger than he looks, he has hidden muscles similar to swimmers thanks to his weapon!

sampo!

good luck man, I don't think he has a house

just hops from one hotel/motel to the other

so you're either sleeping in your room, or in a hotel room

if you're part of the astral express, the hotel room is probably the better option considering the hate dan heng and March has for him

and the others probably will as well ngl

anyway! he will offer to sleep in the same bed if the room only has one bed as a joke

(platonic only, or romantic but haven't slept in the same bed yet ->) insult is probably what he's expecting, if you want to catch him of guard, accept, it's funny bc wait?? what?? deadass??

if y'all are friends he's trying to explain it was a joke without sounding like a loser 🤧

probably snores

if you wake him up bc he's snoring too loud he's gonna go on about how he needs his beauty rest so excuse you

stelle!

honestly, I think she would enjoy chill nights

like she's everywhere all the time during the day, so calm nights are a nice break, plus she's tired from the day

you two do some small activities, like maybe playing a game, or reading, or just talking, maybe watching a movie

the room lights are dim too! off during a movie :)

I feel like she would have a seal plushie..

won't go to sleep until you say when because she doesn't want to make you feel pressured to sleep at the same time as her

though if you take too long she'll probably nod off in a beanbag

offers you her bed too! let's you sleep with her seal plushie if you want (if you have plushies then let her sleep with one at the next sleepover pleasee)!!

skin care together!! you can use each other's headbands for the night, just for fun :)

caelus!

he also doesn't say when he wants to sleep because he doesn't want you to feel pressured

plus I feel like it's hard for him to get to sleep anyway, so it's not hard for him to stay up

will take an interest in your items if you brought any knick knacks over

like a ring holder, music box, fidget toy, figurine, etc etc

he wants to see what it does and know the story behind it if you have one

honestly, just wants to spend time with you, doesn't care what you do, so it's up to you!

be warned, if you do each other's nails, he's not great at it and will end up getting quite a bit on your skin and the polish on your nails might (will) be a big lumpy

but he does his best! might even try to make a design on it if you ask, though it comes out unrecognizable (he's still happy with it if you are, also, gets happy if he sees you still wearing it a while after!)

once it's time for sleep he'll turn out the lights and plug in his nightlight (apologizes profusely if it bothers you, he can't sleep without it though)

sleeps on a pallet next to the bed while you sleep on the bed

also has a plushie! it's a grey cat

it typically sits on his desk, he only sleeps with it if he's having a particularly hard night, so you can sleep with it if you want

just make sure to put it back on the desk tomorrow though

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Animosity | Kylian Mbappé

summary: hostility isn’t foreign when the discussion of you and Kylian’s relationship comes up, but when your less of man ex shows up Kylian is the one who comes to your rescue.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Your heart was beating erratically as Kylian's hand inched dangerously close to the exposed slit on your back. The short sparkly black dress that hugged your body just right was suddenly starting to feel as if it was taking all the air from your lungs.

He hated you, and you really fucking hated him. But the moment you walked into the party wearing a tight dress that hugged you in all the right places, he just knew he had to have you, even if it was so, so wrong. He couldn't care less, he wanted you.

So when the opportunity to have you close arose, he took it. Your ex had made an appearance at Neymar's party unexpectedly catching you off guard. Kylian noticed this, he hadn't liked you ex before and he especially didn't like him now that he was harassing you in front of all these people. Unbeknownst to you, Kylian's feelings towards you weren't as simple as you thought. The mutual hatred between you was faded, used as a way to hide both your true feelings.

People were constantly pulling you two apart, afraid that if you in the same proximity for a second longer blood shed would erupt. But now? You would give anything to have him closer. Kylian portrayed the act of your boyfriend to steal you away from your ex, keeping with you for the entire night. The scent of his cologne so close to you had you feeling lightheaded. You'd never felt this desperate before, you'd never had such a strong pull towards someone. Especially towards someone who you had hated until this moment.

His hand finally reached the exposed part of your back, his cold hand reaching to the middle of your back as goosebumps rose on your smooth skin. He brought his his mouth to your ear, making sure to not let anyone in on his next words.

"Do you know what you do to me y/n?" he said lowly, taking in the way your body slightly buckled to his words. "No, tell me Kylian" you replied slowly, unsure if he was playing mind games with you. He brought your body into his slowly, making sure your perfectly rounded ass came into contact with his semi hard crotch. "Merde y/n, you knew what you were doing coming here in this dress" he grabbed your hips once again holding them tight against him.

"You look beautiful" his hands laid on your hips caressing the skin going towards your ass, "so fucking beautiful." You calmed your nerves as you turned around to face him, "your not fucking me Kylian" you dismissed to walk yet the grasp he hung on your arm kept you from doing as such. "Don't think I haven't seen how your body has been for me tonight" he licked his lips upholding you to the corner of the large hall.

"Tell me again you don't want this as bad as I want you" His hand stopped on your neck area, you out of nowhere felt anxious under his dull look. You surveyed the area to see if anyone was paying attention to you two, but they were too preoccupied with their own dancing and singing to notice you two.

"Say no again and I'll leave you alone" he pried. You wanted to say no, your mind was begging for you to say no but your heart couldn't. You brought your hands to his chest laying them flat against him. "Yes" you breathed, "yes what?" he smirked as you rolled your eyes.

"Say what it is you want and I'll give it to you" he continued. You took a deep breathe before letting your body take complete control over your mind. "You, I want you Kylian you admitted, heart racing as his eyes filled with lust. "I'll have my driver come around with car" he said, bringing your body close to his once again.

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Kylian stood in front of you, taking in your every move as he unbuttoned his white shirt, the other pieces of his suit scattered around the room as you had pulled them off his body in a frenzy of kisses. He finally removed the last piece of clothing from his body until we was naked from everything but his boxers. You wanted to have him so bad, the crave for his body was insufferable. Your whole body felt on fire as Kylian walked over to lay on the bed with his head resting on the headboard smiling as he watched your eyes travel down his chest.

"Take off your clothes mon chéri, take off everything." Your knees felt weak to his words, his state had you captivated, your body in a trace of immense euphoria. You reached to the back of your dress, trailing the zipper down your back to slip of the shiny garment. Kylian's gaze intensified as he watched you only in your under garments. The tent in his boxers becoming tighter as you went to remove your bra, taking it off with ease never losing eye contact with him. You let your hands play with the edges of your lacy underwear before removing them in an antagonizing slow action.

You made your way to Kylian, moving your body to be straddling his tall figure as you placed your legs on either of his thick thighs. "Let me help you with this" you referred to his boxers that were restricting you of finally releasing your pent up sexual frustrations. He nodded, lifting his body slightly to help you take them off faster. His cock sprung up immediately, standing tall, long, and thick against his abdomen. You were at lost for words as you took in every inch of his body, the body of a man you once hated. It was a beautiful sight, his perfectly sculpted body was breathtaking. Kylian brought your body into his, crashing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss.

Dragging your hands down his chest you brought your hand to grip the base of his cock as you moaned into his mouth at the feeling. He felt heavy in your hand, hard and warm as you started to slightly move your hand up and down his cock. Kylian let you do this until he felt himself slightly twitch, he wanted you under him, screaming his name as he fucked relentlessly. Kylan brought your body up to his and flipped you to be under him, he brought his head down to your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses from your neck, past you collar bone, to the valley of your beautiful breasts. "I never hated you" you said suddenly, tired of playing the hating game with him. Kylian brought his head up to face you his mouth opened slightly as the pain of his extremely hard cock was becoming overwhelming.

"Did you really think I hated you?" He replied softly leaving a long soothing kiss to your swollen lips. Kylian pulled away to hover over you, cock in one hand and the other resting on your hip. "I won't be able to do this you until I hear you say that you're mine. only mine." You melted to his words, his thick French accent causing shameful thoughts to cloud your mind as you processed what he had proposed.

"I'm yours Kylian, only yours" you said breathless, afraid that at any moment you would wake up from this of a wet dream. Kylian nodded softly with a "good girl" as he brought his cock to be over your dripping pussy. "Do you want me to use a condom?" He questioned, you thought for a second before deciding. "No. I want to feel you Kylian, all of you." A subtle twist of emotions was displayed on his face as he pondered his own question.

"Plus, I'm on the pill." It was your turn to smirk, watching as he brought his face back into a returning smile. Kylian let his tip slide into your core before pulling out leaving your insides screaming for more.

"You want this cock?" Kylian asked, "yes, yes, yes" you begged. "Who's cock do you want y/n?" He continued. Asshole you thought, you begging for his cock had his ego rising by the second. His cocky attitude letting you know that he was getting off on this power dynamic, but all your sense to shrug off his demands were long gone, to far gone as you were ready to beg for hours for even the slightest touch. You were touched starved, begging for him to take you.

"I want your cock Kylian. I want you to fuck me until you cum inside of me." Your words set off bells in Kylian's head, almost enough for him to cum right there the power surge making his cock twitch with anticipation. Kylian slapped his cock against your pussy before sliding in completely, with a slow deep thrust.

A tear slipped out of your eye at the slight pain of him stretching your walls. "It's too much Kylian i cant-cant take it all" you breathed desperately. "You can take it, your going to take it. You asked me to fuck you so-" he brought his hips out before slamming back into you harshly, a moan escaping your lips at the sudden contact. "-so your going to take it. All of it" you nodded the pain you once felt replaced with pleasure as Kylian sped up his thrusts.

You were a moaning mess under him, the sound of skin slapping and breathless moans filling the once silence that stretched across the extravagant bedroom. Every thrust of his hips was euphoric, hitting every spot that had you shuddering in his grasp. Your hands ran down his muscular back, leaving marks that he would have to remind him of this night for weeks to come. You couldn't care less, leaving love bites all over his neck as he returned the favour all over your tanned breasts.

"So big Kylian, your so big" you moaned. You'd never been this vocal in your life, you were a moaning under him crying out in pleasure as Kylian mercilessly pounded into you never halting. Your first orgasm hit you hard, in waves as Kylian talked you through it. "Feel this?" He said bringing your hand to feel the slight bulge in your stomach. You moaned to the action completely at a loss for words as you were coming undone at the hands of his cock.

"So fucking tight, taking all of my cock like a greedy little slut" he teased sending your body into overdrive as you focused on touching him all over. "Taking it all" you answered. Kylian slipped out of you abruptly before flipping you over to be on your stomach, "get on your hands an knees, ass in the air." He said seductively, you compiled immediately bringing you ass into the air moving it in small circles as you waited for Kylian to make the next move.

He brought both hands to your ass, massaging it slowly before leaving a harsh slap against it. You moaned at the action, "you like that? My girl likes to get her ass slapped huh?" Unable to form an actual sentence you only whimpered out a weak "yes." Kylian smiled at your eagerness, looking at the perfect slit of you cunt as it dripped with your slick cum, he looked down to his cock seeing it coated in your juices. He pumped himself a few times before sliding back into your harshly leaving no time for you to comprehend anything before he was assaulting your pussy once again.

"Oh my- fuck, fuck, fuck yes Kylian don't stop" you moaned letting your hands fall to the sheets as your gripped them until your knuckles turned white. Kylian's fingers pierced your hips sure to leave marks as his grip intensified with every twitch of his cock. "Right there" you moaned as Kylian hit your g-spot, he was buried so deep inside your pussy that you could swear he was rearranging your guts.

"Merde, come on bébé cum all over my cock again, I wanna feel you cum" his words of encouragement were enough. You gushed all over his cock, spasming as tears slipped down your face as you rode out your high. The overstimulation causing your body to shake with every thrust of Kylian's hips. He was close to his release, scraping the edge of it as his pelvis continued to slap against your clit.

The sweat on your bodies making the room hot, the smell of sex filling the walls as pillows and clothes were spread all around the room. "I'm close" Kylan warned, drilling into you as you had let your body fall into the bed, unable to hold yourself up anymore. "Cum in me Kylian, fill me up good. I can take it" you encouraged as Kylian continued to groan a string of French curse words. Kylian thrusted into you a few more times before finally spilling inside of you with a loud moan. Thick, warm ropes of hic cum shooting deep inside of you, sure to impregnate you if not for the pill.

You moaned with him, the delicious feeling of him filling you up was filthy. "Mhm, so full" you moaned referring to both his cock and cum that stayed inside of you. You both panted, trying to catch your breathe as the after shock of your cock started to fill your bodies.

"y/n" Kylian questioned as he slid out of you. "Mhm" you moaned lowly, "don't move, i wanna see my cum inside of you." You froze to his words, watching from the corner of your eye as he went to his phone, videoing the mix of your cums slipping out of your pussy. "To watch while I'm away from you" he replied nonchalantly. You laughed lightly, laying down into his naked chest as he ran a soothing hand in your hair, bringing your bodies in a close embrace as you drifted off to sleep. Any animosity you felt towards Kylian was gone, pleasure and lust now taking the place of your once hurtful feelings.

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