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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: https://www.instagram.com/twalxxart/ Twalxx

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. There has been an emergency and you have been called into the line of fire. You have been injured by the Black Mask, how will Jason react?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, mentions of gunshots and death

Word Count: 2.4k

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Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 9: If I Have to Throw You Over My Shoulder I Will

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Jason Todd

[Jason, please we need backup. We need you.] Dick had sent about ten minutes ago.

Some dark part of me wanted to do nothing. The part of me that was tortured and beaten. The part of me that was angry no one cared enough to avenge me. But I loved Dick like he was my flesh and blood. And whether I admit it to myself or not… I love Bruce the same way.

Often I think about how my life led me down this way. Was it fate? Was it God? Was it just dumb fucking luck?

There is one theory I keep circling back to. The Red String Theory. At birth, we have invisible red strings tying us to the people we are destined to meet. Was I tied to my parents? Bruce? Alfred? Dick? Tim? Barbara? Steph? Cass? Damian? Duke? Or even… him?

That’s too many. If that’s true, my fate lines look more like a messy evidence board. Or maybe a fucked up marionette puppet. Like I was made to be influenced by those tied to me. Pushed and pulled. Just a vessel of violence.

But the Red String Theory couldn’t be true. At least not for me. I’m so covered in red. You can’t pull a red thread out of a sea of blood.

My morbid thoughts halted when I saw Pizza Joe’s. I parked off to the side. In an alley, no one could see. I approached the gunshots, listening for Dick. Boy Wonder was nowhere to be seen, but I made mental notes of the men that were perched on the buildings.

I made my way discreetly around the building, toward the back. My heart stopped dead in my chest.

Y/n was pinned against the wall. With a gun in her mouth. Fighting with everything in her against the Black Mask.

Something in me snapped. Without hesitation I shot twice at his arm, severing the flexor digitorum profundus and rendering his index and middle finger useless. I shot through his stupid fucking masked head. I shot through his heart. I shot through the bastard's fucking dick. I shot. And I shot. And I shot. No one hurts her. Ever.

I barely noticed Bruce as I stepped over him. I could have checked his pulse, his status, anything. But all I cared about was getting to her.

Anger and fear surged inside me, at the sight of seeing her covered in blood. I started to panic. My chest felt like one thousand pounds of pressure was crushing me. All I could do to calm myself down was to pull her into my arms and hug her tight enough that I felt her heartbeat against mine. She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.

I had stayed away from her this past week. Trying to keep her safe from whatever bullshit I would bring her. But here she was finding the danger all on her own. Without me to make sure she was safe.

Seeing her face, feeling her against my body, lit something up inside me. Anger surged.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I growled.

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Jason grabbed my chin, slowly moving it from side to side, inspecting my blood-spattered face. His mouth was moving but all I could hear was the damn ringing in my skull. Jason frowned and looked at both my ears. I felt a warmth run down the left side of my neck.

Jason leaned into my right side, his cold helmet brushed against the shell of my ear making me shiver. “You’re hurt.” The words were simple. But they were laced with bitterness and anger that went beyond reason.

I looked up at his Red Hood, “Dick needs your help.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming the words or saying them at a reasonable volume. I couldn’t gauge Jason’s reaction either which annoyed me. I wanted to rip that helmet off and see his face.

“I’m looking at someone that needs my full attention right now. Grayson can handle himself,” he snarled the words at me.

Gunshots sounded loud enough for me to hear. My brain started spiraling into the worst-case scenario. A Dick Grayson riddled with bullets involuntarily entered my mind. “Please help him. Please, Jason.” I grabbed his arm as I begged. His bicep tensed under my grip.

“I’m not leaving you alone,” he ground out. “Get behind me.” Despite his harsh tone, he gently moved me behind him. His broad shoulders and generous height covered me completely. I kept a hand at the base of his hip. Ready to heal him if needed.

There were four shooters surrounding Dick, and three on the buildings, all pointing their guns at him. Jason opened a pocket on his thigh and reloaded his right gun one-handed. He was so smooth with the movement it was like he was doing something simple like buttering toast. He was dexterous at a level I can only describe as masterful.

Jason aimed at an impossible speed and precision. Seven shots rang out. Seven men fell. I don’t even think they realized Jason was enemy fire until they already had a bullet fly through them. It was seemingly impossible.

Jason didn’t give me a chance to assess Dick or Bruce before throwing me over his shoulder and walking away.

“I need to help them! Jason! Jason, listen to me!” I yelled and slapped the back of his leather jacket. He ignored me or I didn’t hear his response. Knowing him, most likely the former.

Suddenly, he moved me off his shoulder and straddled me onto his motorcycle. My mind was acutely aware of his large hands pinning my waist down.

“Grayson is fine. He will take care of Bruce and your car. I’m taking you home. Now.” He was leaning toward my good ear again, his voice was dark and commanding. Lighting a certain part of me on fire. Who am I kidding, my whole being burned.

“I am fine, Jason. Really. You got there in time. Just let me heal the boys and I’ll go with you!” I sneered at him.

“How about no,” Jason sneered back and straddled onto the motorcycle behind me. His firm body was flush against the entire back side of mine. My breathing became uneven when he reached his arms around me and revved his motorcycle before accelerating. I tried not to lean back into him. But he was so warm and I was so tired. Jason must have felt my tension. His hand found my hip, as he continued steering with the other. He pushed back, forcing my body to melt into his.

“I’ve got you,” he said, making me shiver.

Gotham was a blur of lights as Jason drove us back to the Batcave. In a record, 6 minutes. Which I tried not to take personally.

He rode us through the entrance, and as close as he could get to my workstation. He got off quickly as if trying to get away from me. But just as quickly scooped me up from my underarms and placed me on top of my examination table. I blushed at the firm way he moved me around. Like I was his to just grab and move as he pleased. He was an extremely strong man. He made it seem like it was no effort at all.

He roughly took off the Red Hood. His hair was a wild mess. His eyes were dark with what appeared to be anger and concern. His breathing quickened as he looked me over.

“What blood is yours?” He curtly asked, messily digging into my neat supplies. I tried not to cringe as he did. With his mask off it was a lot easier to understand him because I could read his lips and vaguely hear him.

I looked down at my red-stained hands. I curled them up and down. The blood was sticky and cracked. Suddenly, an assault of memories flooded my mind.

The hospital wing after the mass shooting—healing a man being tortured over and over for information—my mom's bloody nose—my bloody legs dripping into my sneakers. Breathing became sharp and rushed.

A hand gently caressed my face, “Hey, hey. It’s just me. It’s Jason,” his voice and touch was gentle. Easing my mind back to reality. When I was no longer trapped in my own mind I realized that Jason was once again cleaning up my hands. He washed the blood off of them until you never knew I had stabbed a man in the neck.

His hands were warm and calloused and thorough. For a moment he just held my hands in his. His thumb traced small circles on the inside of my wrist causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. Slowly, he trailed upward to my forearm, and an angry sigh left his mouth. Wordlessly, he cleaned and tended my cut. Wordlessly, he wiped the blood and brain matter from my face and neck. Wordlessly, he took off my stained hoodie and disgusting scrubs. Until I was left in my white undershirt and tight black shorts.

His eyes were hard and staring just above the curve of my breast. Right where my heart rapidly beat. Right where the Black Mask had made a small but deep cut. And then his eyes trailed upward. Toward my bruised neck, and burned cheek.

“I should have killed him slower,” he growled out. I hadn’t realized how close Jason was to me. Somehow he had gotten between my legs and mere inches away from my face. My cheeks heated, as I took in the oddly delicate features of this harsh man. He had a very light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. His eyes were more of a stormy gray than blue. His eyelashes were so pretty and long I wanted to slap him. And his Cupid’s bow was sharp and defined which highlighted his full lips. I swallowed roughly.

“Thank you, for—for helping me,” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke any louder I might scare him off.

Jason scoffed angrily, “You shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place. I’m going to beat Bruce with an inch of his life—”

Gently, I gripped Jason’s hand, “I chose this. Don’t be mad at Bruce. If anything, be mad at me. I should have been more prepared. I should have brought a weapon.”

Jason leaned his forehead in so it was just barely touching mine. I involuntarily held my breath.

His hands reached for mine as he traced along my old burns. “We are bad for you.” He whispered.

“You guys have given me a part of myself that I thought was lost forever. How could that ever be bad?” I lifted a hand hesitantly up toward his cheek. Jason leaned in like he was desperate for the contact. For comfort. For me.

“I can’t get you out of my head. I want—” Jason’s soft words were interrupted by the screeching of my car followed by the Batmobile. Jason practically jumped five feet away from me. I frowned at the lack of contact.

Well, Bruce is well enough to drive, that’s good. Pretty fucking shit timing though, Batboy.

I lowered myself from the table. I tried hiding my wince, but I saw Jason tense. He reached forward steadying me, before scolding, “Do not push yourself for them.”

Dick came out of my car with a large dimpled smile and a huge ugly shinner. Bruce looked pale but better. I motioned for them to sit where I was just perched. Ready to finish healing them.

Bruce was simple. I just had to re-patch him up. Finish what I started. Dick was a bit more complicated. Homie had the snot beat out of him. One of the bright sides was that he wasn't shot.

When I was done, both Dick and Bruce politely excused themselves to their rooms.

I slowly cleaned up my workstation. Jason silently helped me. His mouth was a firm line.

My hands shook with exhaustion when I was done. My eyes went in and out of focus. My head was pounding from the exertion and the physical trauma. I covered my bad ear, trying to will the ringing to stop. Jason noticed and gently pulled me to him. Before I knew it he had his arm under my knees and back, and he cradled me into the elevator.

I snorted at him, “I’m fine, Jason, really. Don’t go through the trouble of carrying me.”

“I think I want to rip that word out of your vocabulary,” he snapped. “Let me just carry you. Don’t make it a big deal.”

My heart sank, and I whispered, “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“While I’m at it, I’ll take that one too,” he said, pressing the button number 4. Our floor number. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you’re fine. Don’t ever apologize for existing.” He huffed and paused, “Please.”

I nodded, not sure what to say. The elevator ride went by shockingly quickly. He walked past his room and into mine. He set me down on my bed gently. He pulled my blankets back and covered me. I got deja vu as he did it. I smiled under my covers.

Jason pulled an armchair towards my bed. He angled it so he could see both the door and the windows. I looked at him, confused.

He shrugged at me, “I didn’t like seeing a man have a gun in your mouth. I actually don’t think I saw it for more than two seconds before everything went red.”

“So, that explains why you’re watching me in my armchair because…”

Hashbrown barrelled toward Jason. She rubbed her body on his feet demanding attention. Jason swiftly picked her up and held her on his lap. She seemed to soothe him as he pet her. The tension in his body decreased, instead of ramrod straight he leaned back. Almost comfortable, but not quiet.

“Because I need to make sure that you’re okay,” he said after a few minutes went by.

“Why?” I asked, needing an answer.

“I don’t like it when you’re hurt. Or in danger,” he answered.

“Why?” I demanded, again.

He roughly raked a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know why. I just feel like… like you’re mine to protect. You put all your energy into healing other people. You deserve someone to care if you’re healthy and safe.”

I think only two people in the world have ever cared about that. Sam and my mom. His words were like wildfire to my mind and body.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, followed by boldness, “Do you have to protect me from all the way over there? Or can you protect me in my bed?”

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 7 months

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I feel like you're the right person to talk to this about:

I wanna tie König down to the bed and spend all day kisses those ridiculous muscles while he shakes and moans and begs for more. Big teddy bear needs some lovin' before you ride him until he breaks

Honey, Honey

Pairing: König x reader

Content Warning: smut (18+), hints of m!sub to m!dom, hints of enemies to lovers, use of a knife to cut clothes, tying up, teasing, spanking, biting, established messy relationship, no use of y/n or mention of gender/race

This isn't exactly what you asked for, but also this is my house and I make the rules so... have this as a treat

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“And how did you picture this working out for you, hm?” König crooned, eyes positively deadly over the honey sweet veneer of his smile.

A little thrill of fear zipped through your belly, but you were resolute in ignoring it, unshaking as you chased off thoughts of abandoning your plan. Instead you straddled him and tested the tight bonds holding him in place, giving a little tug on each of the heavy ropes that held his hands in their strong red threads. You looked back at his squirming ankles for good measure too, satisfied when you could see he was powerless to do little else than writhe. He was all yours to do with as you pleased.

“Well, exactly like this I suppose,” you shrugged. “I don’t think I have to worry about you getting your revenge anytime soon - not when I’m about to get sent away on a contract for three months after this. I’ll make sure to phone Horangi to come get you when I’m on the plane, of course. I’m nice like that.”

“How generous of you to plan to free me.”

“As fucked up as we are, I’d rather not have a poor maid find you.”

“You don’t think I’d get myself out eventually?” he chuckled, tilting his chin at you.

“Oh no, not out of these bindings. I learnt from the best after all,” you said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes, damn well knowing he’d been the one to show you exactly how to tie someone else up like this. Clearly he’d never accounted for giving away his trade secrets to the enemy. However, he’d have to admit that he had started letting his guard down with you more and more recently. König always said that showing you his face was his ruin.

That face. It looked at you now with a full palette with emotions, anger and admiration and lust all splattered onto the scarred and mottled exterior to create a picture straight out of your fantasies. His blue eyes were burning like oil on the surface of water and his lip curled at you, snarling in challenge. Tame me then.

You leant down, letting your eyelids droop with raw want and slipped your hands over his wide shoulders, admiring the bumpy flesh that so rarely got to receive such gentle caresses. Even that hint of affection seemed to have König’s face easing, the long scar on the side of his eye not seeming so stretched anymore. His conspicuous sigh of anticipation only confirmed it.

A smile faintly burst onto your lips. Merely the idea of a kiss seemed to break his facade - how would he react when you delved further into your plans? You bit your lip at the thought then lowered your head, hovering your lips dangerously close to his.

“Is all this just to tease me?” he whispered.

“Do you really think so little of me?”

“I don’t have to think anything,” he grunted. “You’re an infiltration expert for a reason, honey. You’re a professional tease.”

Honey. That’s what he called you ever since the first time he’d ever worked with you. It didn’t take long for him to reveal that it was short for Honey pot. When he bent you over a crappy hotel couch and chastised you for tempting him.

“I'd only be teasing myself at this point, König. If you could see what I’m seeing right now, you’d know you’re in for a real treat,” you grinned.

His nostrils flared and you could feel his chest swelling up with his ragged breaths. He could probably feel your desire just the same, you thought, knowing exactly how worked up you were from the way you were sitting barenaked right on top of him.

You made sure to grind yourself into his body when you finally kissed him, letting him feel the full hot measure of how worked up you were. You’d done everything not to make a mess of yourself while you were tying him up, but now you were unashamed and even smiling into his mouth as you pulled him close and felt the tickle of his groan.

His tongue worked its way over yours, perfectly warm and wet. You were happy granting him a little control while you threaded your hands into his hair. The gruff noises he made in the back of his throat were vibrating deep inside you. They were enough to send your senses into overdrive, almost enough for you to rip the ropes to shreds and let him have you. Though you remembered who was really in charge and smirked, drawing away from his mouth again and watching as his face fell.

“Let me have you. Undo the ropes and we’ll forget about this stupid stunt of yours,” he said breathily, almost growling as he roved his eyes over your body.

“What would be the fun in that?” you chastised, clicking your tongue at his arrogance.

“You get my cock and I won’t have to waste time planning a way to make you pay.”

“But knowing that is fun for me, I need to have something to look forward to,” you grinned, soon lowering yourself again and bringing your lips to his ear. “And you know as well as I do, I’ll get to have your cock anyway unless you use our safeword…so?”

He shivered, his body trembling like a mountain in an earthquake. His throat was like the tumbling rocks. When you rose back up again you knew you had him beat, as much as he always liked to be in charge, it was undeniable that he was actually getting into this. He’d never admit it, but that didn’t matter. The twitching length underneath you told you everything you needed to know.

“Do your worst, honey. I’ll get my revenge soon enough,” he huffed, lying back into the pillow in defeat.

“That’s a good boy, König. I knew you’d see reason!”

“Don’t you dare,” he seethed.

“Don’t dare what?” you asked, getting to work kissing along the sensitive flesh of his thick neck.

“I’m not anyone’s- don’t call me good boy,” he groaned, voice breaking just as you liked a featherlight stripe against his collarbone.

So dramatic. You huffed out a warm breath against his goosebumped flesh and nuzzled along it, watching for every little twitch and withheld moan that dared show itself on his traitorous body. You knew for a fact his mind would be reeling from all the attention, but you didn’t care. Not as long as he wasn’t telling you to stop.

“Ok, I won’t call you my good boy then…” you murmured, now focusing yourself at his left pec. “But don’t pretend like you aren’t shivering everytime I say it.”

He glared down at you, but it only made him look so much more stupid when he was tipping his head back right as you took his nipple into your mouth. You grazed it with your teeth and licked and sucked at it, revelling in the cacophony of little breaths that rushed out above you. Apparently it was too hard to admit he hated this anymore.

It probably didn’t help that your hand had been roaming down between his navel and thighs for a little while now. If his whimper was any indication, you’d stroked the fight right out of him when you palmed his dick over his boxers. Those would have to go - they’d be off already if you hadn’t been afraid that he’d wake up before you could secure him.

“You’re responding so well,” you praised, “Sure you’re not gonna want a repeat performance of this?”

“Oh honey, I’m gonna put a- ah-” he moaned, jerking as you played with his cock and slipped your hands over his balls at the same time. “Ah- fuck you.”

König was chuckling and moaning in equal measure, his body was a beautiful dichotomy of grunted protests and singing moans. You enjoyed getting to work him over, smiling like a born vixen as every movement drew out a new noise, filling the cheap hotel room with a lingering note of sex. It was a good thing neither of you had expensive tastes, you thought distantly, you’d have already been thrown out the night before and you’d have never have gotten to experience this.

“You’re gonna do what exactly?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked down at the writhing mess below you.

König’s eyes opened hazily and he shook his head, grinding his hips up and seeking the pressure that he so obviously wanted.

“I’m going to put a collar around you and make sure you remember who’s in charge of who. I’m going to fuck you until your legs don’t work anymore and then I’ll scrape you off the floor and parade you in the street for everyone to see!”

“Really? You will?” you asked, watching on with glee when you took your hand away and drew out a disappointed low whine. “Is that a promise?”

You leaned over and picked up one of your knives from the floor, curling your hand around the hilt tightly when you realised it was one of your own. The familiar weight felt right and when you readjusted yourself on top of him, you were happily able to drag the cold metal over the band of his underwear knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t hurt him with the angle you held it at.

König went stiff as a board underneath you and glared at you again, teeth baring as he worked out what you meant to do to him. He looked wildly from your hands and to your face, eyes practically broadcasting his revenge plot from the dark depths of his blown out pupils.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “Just slide them down.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you regret it.”

“I hope so.”

The cotton fabric of his boxers was no match for your knife. It slashed through them in a few easy cuts, running through the material like butter, best of all not even grazing König’s already heavily scarred skin. You liked the drama of the knife, but you didn’t want to hurt him.

Truth be told though, he was furious - he’d probably rather be hurt than have to bother to replace his underwear. If he were a cartoon character his ears would be steaming. However if the redness in his face was anything to go by, he was probably as close to it as he’d get, he certainly felt burning to the touch. He'd had every dignity taken from him now. Though still he didn’t say Austria, and so you didn’t stop.

You tossed the knife onto the bedside table where it dropped with a thundering clatter and threw the black tatters of his boxers to the ground, revelling in the full straining length of his cock from underneath the shroud. It was enough to make you salivate. Your mouth filled and your heart thrummed in your chest, but still you held your composure and opted to ignore it for the moment. Instead returning to kissing around his body and only occasionally running your fingers gently over his dick and around the rough dark thatch of his pubic hair.

“You’re a ah- fucking bitch,” he groaned, voice much higher pitched than you were used to.

His voice was ragged, he was getting pushed further and further toward madness. You’d been working him for only a few minutes, but clearly it was too much. He needed to feel your actual touch on him, a firm hand. He was desperate, voice all breathy even while he tried in vain to pretend like it wasn’t getting to him.

“Those. Aren’t. Very. Sweet words,” you murmured, taking a break through each to kiss his straining abs that were now far more visible through the fat of his tummy.

“You’re supposed to be the sweet one, honey,” he sighed, arching again as you licked at the spot just underneath his navel.

“I’m being rather sweet to you now, no? I could be fully taking advantage of this predicament you’re in and riding on top of you, taking whatever I want from you, but I’m choosing to use this as an opportunity to worship you instead,” you sighed, running your hands up and down his hairy thighs, gently scratching at him enough to have him clenching his teeth.

“Worship? This isn’t worship - it’s torture. I want to feel you. I need you to give me more!”

Oh…he sounded hungry before, but now he was starving. There was an extra low growl in his voice and now it felt like the air was thick with the salt of him. His chest was working hard underneath you, heart palpitating while he cock bobbed in time, rutting against you and seeking every little sensation it could.

You had to take pity on him. You had to give him more now.

“Well you only had to ask for it,” you hummed, finally licking a stripe straight down the vein on the underside of his dick.

He moaned out like a bull, the sound practically ricocheted off the walls. You giggled quietly to yourself and worked your tongue over him again, closing your eyes contentedly as you tuned into his deep siren’s call.

You’d now moved down his body so that you could get better access to him, and now you took full advantage of his rock solid muscles, gently rutting yourself against his outstretched leg while you licked at his shaft and balls. You delighted in every time his voice caught in his throat and his moans broke out like waves into the static of the room.

You alternated between licking him and then breathing over the trails of saliva, taunting him when you reached his head,only giving him the gentlest of kitten licks there that would send him spasming and cursing. He wanted more and more, but you refused to give in right away. Teasing him was much too fun, and he was right, you were practically a professional at this.

Eventually though, you couldn’t refuse him any longer and when you finally took him into your mouth, he hummed and relaxed so fully that it felt like he’d been paralysed beneath you. You were a venomous creature taking him in your mouth and he was your prey now, you thought, he was well and truly yours.

At least that's what you had thought.

You’d bobbed your head down only a few times, had just swallowed right down to his balls when you felt it. A hand working its way over your head and tightly locking you into place against the scratchy hairs at his base. It took you no time at all to realise your little plan had backfired.

You’d been so focused on his cock that you hadn’t noticed he’d worked his hand free. You hadn’t heard the snicking of the knife as it had cut through the other binding. You hadn’t felt König’s upper half shifting until it was too late. Now the icy realisation was freezing your heart and sending your eyes watering.

He was fully in control of you now, yanking you up and holding you fast against him while he cut his feet free and threw the knife over to the far side of the room. His arms locked around you and he twisted like a crocodile in a death roll, throwing you underneath him and locking himself over you, ready to mount you like the bitch he claimed you to be.

“I wonder how hard I have to fuck you to make sure your legs can’t walk you onto that plane later, hm?” König sneered, breath hot as his voice acidly poured into your ears. “Lets see how long it takes for you to break.”

You yelped when he fastened his forearm around your throat and forced you both upward onto your knees, forcing you steady against him. You could still breathe fine, but nevertheless you fought him, trying to scrap back for control. It was useless. He hit your hands away without issue and still managed to get what he was looking for. Managing to lean over to the drawer and fetch the lube before he threw you uncaringly back into the mattress and repositioned his arm, constricting it around your middle instead.

He spanked you a couple times, the jolt centering straight onto your crotch and reversing your roles straight away. Now you were the one turned into a whimpering little mess. You turned to him and begged him to be gentle, but he only offered you a crazed smile before shoving the lube bottle between his teeth and squeezing a generous amount onto his hand.

“Gentle is for good little things that do as they’re told,” he growled, spitting the tube from his mouth. “Or those who use their safeword…so?”

He was mocking you now. The air hung dead between you, cold and unforgiving and sending you shivering under the weight of it.

“Just as I thought,” he hissed. “You love it when I take control.”

You sighed out in full defeat and looked down at the messy sheets, now resigned to your fate. You’d be little better than his fucktoy in only seconds. The realisation had you biting your lip, it sent your pulse roaring in both your chest and low in your body as you now anticipated, none too ashamedly, getting split in two.

You gasped when he pressed his lubed up hand against you and began to rub at your entrance, coating it thickly with the cool liquid and working you up a little before pressing a finger in. Pumping it in and out to the rhythm of your dogged moans, twisting and stroking and not letting up for anything.

He spanked you every so often, alternating between preparing you and punishing you for what you put him through. Even while you protested and told him that you couldn’t come into a job covered in bruises, he didn’t care. He didn’t even deign to give your cries an answer. He just rocked you onto him, adding fingers and turning your ass into a tingling hot mess all while he kept his chest pushed into his back and held you tightly against his sweaty torso.

“I- I that’s ah- I need”

“What? Are you finding it difficult to speak already? Imagine how difficult it’ll be once I’m inside you,” he taunted, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You want something, honey?”

You moaned out and bucked back against him, trying for a last ditch effort to get back on top, but he only laughed. There was no escape. The deep timbre of his chuckle worked through your back like nails, bringing home the fact that there wasn’t any way out of this beyond giving your safeword, and like hell did you want to do that. Not while every inch of your body was egging him on to continue.

“I need it,” you whimpered, groaning deep when he massaged a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. “I need your cock, pleaseeee.”

“You need it, yeah? How bad? Tell me how bad you need me to fuck you,” König growled.

You could feel him in the depths of your body, could feel how deep your desire for him was rooted now. Your toes were curling, sweat was dripping from your brow with the effort it took just to stay in the moment. Everything felt so impossibly hot. It took every effort not to pant like a dog, show him you might become a complete animal in the face of his teasing and his ministrations.

“Please, please, please, König!” you cried out. “Let me cum for you, I wanna make you feel good. I wanna clench around you. Let me feel you, I need it. I want you to fucking crush me, put your whole body over mine, please I need-”

He cut you off completely when he ploughed into you. Your words straggling away into nothingness. His hips clashed into your body and he jerked backwards just as he entered halfway, conscious of the fact that even with preparation he was still fucking huge. Though it didn’t stop him complying with your request, bending you harshly down into the mattress, almost squashing you in his effort to envelop you completely.

“Little brat, this is what you wanted all along. Well then…take it…take it all.”

Your arms and legs were folded underneath you now, just as useless as König’s had been when they were tied up. You had nowhere to go. Not that you wanted to go anywhere. König continued to work his way into your aching body, stretching you out and drawing the most salacious noises from your lips like a violin bow, stroking back and forth in perfect crescendoing song.

He wrapped a hand around your neck and kept his other arm around you, holding you tight and fucking into you like two animals in full heat. He knew just what you liked. Even while you tried to keep up the pretence of a struggle, scrabbling away at the wet sheets, you both knew that this was what you craved.

“There you go,” he said, ramming into you with his full length, voice straining even through his smugness. “Not so superior now that you’re all filled with cock, hm? You’re moaning like a little whore… my little whore. How’re you going to cope when I’m away, hm? You gonna touch yourself every night thinking about this? Maybe I should film you, make sure you have a reminder of your place.”

Your whole body tensed and you felt a growl of disapproval work itself from your throat. Even in your compromised position, even filled up to a point where you could feel your whole body coursing with need, you weren’t letting him get away with that.

You twisted your neck and bit his arm, not bothering to voice your protests. Your teeth sunk into flesh and released a pained grunt from him, but you were only rewarded with a particularly hard thrust for your efforts. It had you screaming underneath him, forcing him to reposition his hand from your neck and over your mouth.

“I’ll have to get a gag for you if you’re going to start biting,” he hissed, only releasing your mouth when you forced his hand away.

“Don’t threaten…me with a good time,” you laughed, smiling all the more when you heard him laughing too.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed.

He gave up holding you down and rose up like a bear, grasping your hips tightly with his roughened fingers before he really lost himself in you. He built up the fire within you until it was roaring, each slap of his body against yours sending you juddering forward and moaning out as his cock drew out brilliant sparks.

“Fuck, honey. You look so good like this… Look so good fighting to stay up. You’re my little plaything yeah? You’re mine to tease and fuck as I wish. Mine.”

Your vision was starting to white out, your head was growing fuzzy. The beat of your heart felt like it was building faster and faster and every little muscle in your body clenched at the impending orgasm that rocked through you. With only a few more thrusts you were spent, tearing at the sheets and lost in the pleasure, feeling positively drunk as your head swam with endorphins.

You screamed out and let your body fall completely to König, allowing him to gather your jelly muscles up and quickly reposition you in his lap. Your nails dug into his back, your head fell into the crook of his neck. You whimpered when he slipped back into you again, shaking as the aftershocks of your orgasm punched through you all the harder.

“Too much,” you whined, “too sensitive.”

“Come on now, honey. You’re not nearly there yet,” König murmured, kissing your temple. “Not till you say the safeword or till I say you’re done, alright?”

He repositioned himself and you dug your nails into the meat of his back, completely failing to discourage him from rocking you against his cock. You felt like you were going to cum again just from the jostling movements alone. The realisation had you moaning so pathetically.

“C’mon, honey, I know you can keep going for me, can’t you? I know you can,” he encouraged, already starting to slowly thrust in and out of you again. “I’m only just getting started…”

#König #König x reader #konig #konig x reader #mw2 #CoD #cod fanfiction #Honey!König

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ijhyo · 1 year

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NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu reactions #beomgyu scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt angst #🖇️ — ijhyo works.

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yellowharrington · 9 months

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jaded -- chapter 2, carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen “carmy” berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx

warnings: smoking (both carmy and reader), mention of sexual content, a bit of angst. minors dni with this story please.

word count: 2k

a/n: chapter 2 is here! ty for reading and interacting w this story i very much appreciate it <3 this chapter is a bit angsty and a bit fluffy, pls enjoy!

summary: after you and carmy hook up, things change.

masterlist | chapter 1 | chapter 3

Carmy isn’t good at hookups. Especially after spectacularly fucking it up with Claire, a girl he knew deep down was probably his soulmate, he was feeling pretty fucking gross about the whole thing. He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve any of it, and pumping his loneliness into his pastry chef probably isn’t a great idea either. It felt so good in the moment, his hands wrapped around her throat and in her hair, pouring it all out into the messy thrusts. He just thought about how he wasn’t good enough for this, and was just a broken, broken person.

You knew it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, and you’d heard whispers about Claire in the kitchen between Carmen and Ritchie, and obviously there was a history there. You had tried to pry the story out of Sydney, but she was all tight-lipped about the whole thing, not wanting to “gossip” at work. In reality, you knew she knew Claire and had heard more about what had happened on opening night, and probably just didn’t want to repeat the story to anyone. You could respect it, but at the same time, you needed to know how deep this shit went before you started being your boss’s rebound.

The kitchen that afternoon when you come in for your shift is awkward, to say the least. You ignore him, he ignores you, but it’s tense. When he sees you, all he sees is your lips hung open, moans escaping against his skin, his loose gold chain between your teeth as he plunges into you, over and over and over and…

“Behind, Jeff! Fuck, what is up with you today? Your mind is somewhere else,” Tina breaks him out of his daydream, watching as you ice the dessert in front of you, focusing on the even layers of chocolate buttercream. And you’re not laughing, no, because you don’t know if he’s daydreaming about you or still has his mind on Claire, and even though you may have a big ego, it’s not big enough to think he’s distracted by you at work. It was one fuck, one night, one mistake between two coworkers that you’d never speak of again.

“Outside, now, chef,” he’s suddenly at your station, looming over you just as you were getting lost in the frosting. “I’m fucking busy, Carm-“ you started, before his hand came down on the stainless steel beside you, gripping the edge of the counter. “Now, chef. Please.” You place the offset spatula on the clean plate beside your cake, glaring at him as you walked out back. He immediately pulled out a cigarette to put between his lips, letting the chilled air hit the bare skin of his arms. “What the fuck do we do?” he asks, more into the air than directly to you. You tighten your apron around your waist, crossing your arms over your chest. “Probably fuckin’ prep for service and serve rich assholes some marinated radishes. What the fuck else would we be doing?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he says, and it’s sharper than he intends. “No, I mean,-“ “Look, you’re the one who left in the middle of the night, alright? You’re the one who snuck out and went home before I could say anything or we could come up with a game plan. I don’t care that we fucked, we can forget it, I won’t talk about it again. Swear on my fuckin’ life,” you grab the cigarette from between his fingers and put it between your own lips. “But don’t act like I’m crazy, or like it’s my fucking fault, alright?” There’s a beat as you take a puff of his cigarette, smashing it beneath the toe of your shoe into the concrete. “Sorry for leaving,” he says, finally, “Didn’ know what else to do.” You shrugged. “Whatever, Carm, it doesn’t have to mean anything, if you don’t want it to. I’ll live and let live if you will. Just be fuckin’ cool, don’t tell anyone. I don’t want people to know that I fucked my boss, or whatever.” He smirks, “Heard, chef.”

And it all seems alright for a bit. The kitchen is back to normal, you’re back on pace, and you and Carmy are fine.

The weeks pass and the world falls back into its natural orbit. There’s a hookup here and there, a few nights where he comes home with you after service, all under the guise of a drive home. You feel obligated to invite him up for something to eat (because God knows he hasn’t all fucking day), and before you can get in the door he’s already hot on your heels and breathing down the back of your neck. And there you are, breath hitched in your throat, struggling to get the door open, feeling his hand come around your front and slide into the waistband of your jeans.

Sometimes he stays, sometimes he doesn’t. It’s a toss up if you have to be in for service the next morning, and you usually hear him grabbing his coat from where it’s laid on the kitchen table, the jingle of his car keys in the right-hand side pocket being just loud enough to wake you from your deep slumber. Sometimes you’re coherent enough to ask him to stay, but he’s got one foot out the door and he can easily pretend not to hear you. And it’s fine, really.

A Saturday rolls around, the busiest day of the week, and there’s a few mumbles around the kitchen that Carmy’s in a bad mood today, and he’s not to be fucked with.

You were nothing if not nosy, so when Richie and Natalie are having a heated conversation in the dining room before prep starts, you can’t help but insert yourself. “What’s up, guys? Everything chill?” Richie shot you a look, but not before leaning down closer to your ear, sworn to secrecy.��Claire bitched out Carmy on a drunk phone call last night,” He starts, before Natalie can stop him. “No, it wasn’t-“ “Yeah, it was. It was gnarly. She finally actually got mad about opening night and let him fuckin’ have it, good for her,” he laughs, letting his hands plunge into his pockets. “What did she say?” Natalie’s sweet voice was a sharp contrast to Richie’s, low, and soft, when she replied, “He didn’t say much. Just that she called, and he had his stupid sad puppy dog eyes on, so obviously she must’ve said some… stuff.”

Carmy was scrubbing the floors of the kitchen, head down, obviously not taking any notice to the mini staff meeting in the dining room. “Just don’t mention it, ‘kay? I don’t think anyone’s supposed to know. He hasn’t heard from her in weeks and now he’s all fucked up over it, he’ll probably be a real bitch later.” “Heard, chef. Will try not to piss off Princess Carmy.”

The service isn’t so bad. Carmy’s mopey - downturned eyes, less yelling than you’d anticipated. It’s almost scary; seeing him rather calm, a little sad, reduced to a heartbroken boy who just feels fucking bad for himself. You try to stay out of his way, focusing on getting plates of custard and cake out in time, with no mistakes. It’s a lot of ‘yes chef, thank you chef, great chef’. You’d almost actually prefer it like this.

You find him out back having a cigarette right before you’re gonna head out. He hasn’t bothered to put his sweater or coat on, arms bare against the cold night air as he blows the hot smoke into a cloud above him. “Hey,” you start, sitting next to him. It feels a little odd to be close to him - intimate, in a way that you’re not used to. “You seemed off tonight. Is something up?” You put your hand out expectantly for a cigarette, and he obliges, with his lighter to follow.

“No, chef,” he starts, dusting some salt from the street off his shoe. “Thank you though.” “You know I don’t have to be chef outside of that kitchen,” you bump a shoulder with him. “You’ve called me a lot of other names, God knows.” He stifles a laugh and looks at you again, with a softness in his features you’d never really seen before. “I just had a rough night last night, is all,” he finishes. “Just feels so fucking bad. I feel like I’m so bad at… this.” He gestures to the night sky around him. “I don’t know how to balance anything. I keep… I keep fucking losing people. People I like, people… people I fucking love. And like, what am I supposed to do about that?” You can see his face get hot as he lets the heel of his hand rub his eye. “You let it happen,” you finish, taking a puff of your own cigarette. “You do what you can and you let yourself feel it and you mourn and grieve until you can’t anymore, until it doesn’t feel right to anymore.”

He nods in agreement, letting you both smoke in silence. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asks, and you know what that means. “Yeah,” you agree softly. “Sure, thanks. Go get your stuff, I’ll wait here.” When he’s back, he locks the back door of the restaurant and lets you stand up first, following behind you.

When you make it back to your place, it’s different. He’s comfortable here now, having been in your space enough times to know where he was welcomed. Normally, it goes like, he’s panting down your neck before you can even get in the door, and once he’s put his stuff down, the back of your knees are hitting the mattress, wet sloppy kisses along your collarbones and neck, down over your breasts and down down down…

But he’s not being like that. When he sets his coat down, he finds his way to your couch. You pull a glass out of the cupboard to fill with ice and cold water, handing it to him before doing the same for yourself. “Can we… can we go to bed?” He asks, and it’s softer than usual. “Sure,” you smile, opening the door to your bedroom and watching as he strips bare, before pulling out a pair of grey sweat pants he had stashed in your closet. You’d stayed the night at his one time, so-affectionately wearing them in the morning to make him a cup of morning coffee, and decided just to wear them home. “Keep them,” he had said to you that day, “just in case.”

When he climbs in between your white sheets, he seems to instantly relax. He generally did after work, from what you saw - and even though he often had a hard time letting the day go, it seemed like whenever he was with you, he could let it go a little easier. You grabbed a pair of pyjamas for yourself and slid them on, before cracking the window slightly and letting the cool breeze in. The chain around his neck glistened in the moonlight, as he let his eyes flutter closed, just for a minute. When you let your hand brush over his arm, tracing the faded inky lines of his tattoos, he opened one eye slightly, eliciting a small laugh from the side of his mouth. “Feels nice,” he offered, soft against the sounds of the nighttime. “Would you be offended if we didn’t fuck tonight?” His eyes are still closed, and even though it seems a bit ridiculous to ask, you can tell it was hard for him to get the words out. It didn’t really mean that, it meant, can we just be here, together, and enjoy each other for a night? Do you want me here if not for that?

“Of course not, Carmen,” you let your head hit the pillow, kissing his shoulder and letting your hand grasp his bicep. “You never call me Carmen,” he comments, voice soft, before he looks over at you. “I kinda like it. Only you, though.” You let the curls of his hair tangle around your fingers as he started to drift off, you following not long after. And it’s actually fine this time.

#carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fanfic #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto #carmy x you #the bear fx fanfic #the bear fx fanfiction #the bear fanfic

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Chishiya from Alice in Borderland please 🥺

Chishiya NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Since we are talking about the Netflix adaptation and not manga he would d some aftercare. Just a little like getting you a glass of water.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his mouth. Not only can he make you squirm with it but when he flashes you a grin it makes you melt. He likes your hair, he just loves to play with it when you rest your head in his lap.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't like messes a lot so he prefers to cum in you. Doesn't matter if it's your mouth or hole. Sometimes he might cum on your chest or back but it bugs him a bit.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly has fantasies of him and Arisu fucking you. Chishiya hitting from the back while Arisu fucks your mouth. It's a little fanon ikik but hear me out..

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'm gonna say he only fucked 1-2 people and it wasn't even passionate. So he has hardly any experience but he knows a lot about the body. Plus he's pretty confident can please you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary. He can see your face while you moan out his name.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more serious. Need I say more.

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

So imma go out on a limb here and say he's a bit bushy. He keeps it nice and tame but he doesn't care about shaving. It doesn't bug him and it's a waste of his time. But once every 5 months he shaves it all off.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's not really romantic but if you want he can try to be. He'll succeed dw

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Only jerked off once or twice. He just comes to you or just ignores his boner.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Anything where your submissive. He's not opposed to tying you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere with privacy.

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

Seeing you needing him. Relying on him in diamond games. Practically attached to him and trusting your life with him. Definitely more manga Chishiya sorry..

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being tied up. He doesn't find it pleasurable or enjoyable.

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

I can't decide but honestly imma say receiving. But he is semi-skilled at oral and as much as he loves your cum the mess bugs him.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I really can't decide. I'm gonna have to say s mix of both most of the time. But sometimes when he gets possessive he gets rough and fast.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind quickies. You guys have them often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He okay with experimenting as long as it isn't super messy. He doesn't really take risks to often.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last 4-5 rounds 7 if he has a lot of stamina.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nohe doesn't own toys or want to use them on him but hear me out... he'll use some on you...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you a lot in a condescending kinda way.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not loud but sometimes because he knows it turn you on he'll whine in your ear. But most of the time he'll groan and moan but it's quiet

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I'm gonna say he can be possessive. He see's you taking with Niragi and he's grabbing you by the arm and fucking you in the nearest room.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's thick that when you wrap your hand around him your hand doesn't fully cover him. He's 5 and a half inches long.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high. It's hardly there lol. Although I do wanna write a fic where he is super horny, maybe he ate something with a aphrodisiac in it...>:))))

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He sometimes falls asleep after 30-45 minutes after fucking you. But sometimes he doesn't fall asleep at all and you have you snuggle/cuddle with him.

#x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender not specified #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chisiya #chishiya headcanons #aib chishiya #chishiya my beloved #alice in borderland #chishiya smut

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moose-muffin · 3 months

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im new here (hiya from the hazbin tag lol) but if you do character + character requests than please PLEASE gimmie a lee!vox with ler!alastor 🙏🙏🙏hear me out... the two are fighting and al (sHocKINglY) wins out, and vox expects to like.. be beaten into the ground as a result, but nope!! he gets tickled!!! to tears!!!! smthn smthn he wasnt smilin and, yk, youre never fully dressed w/o a smile!!!

/nf to do tho ty for reading!!! <3<3

OMG OMG HELLO WELCOME I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD YIPPEE

SO FUN FACT I WAS VERY LIKE NEUTRAL TO RADIOSTATIC BUT TONIGHT HAS BEEN (HAHAH GET IT) AN ADVENTURE AND THIS ROAD HAS BEEN SUCH A BLAST <3 THOSE TWO FUCKERS ARE SO INSTIGATIVE ITS CRAZY.

I KNOWWWW THIS AS A FIC WOULD GO C R A Z Y!!!!! IDK IF ANYONE HERE WRITE FOR VOX AND ALASTOR AND PERHAPS DOES COMMISSIONS BUT I WILL PAY!!!! PLEASE HIT ME UP OR ILL PROBABLY GO TAKE A PEAK FOR MYSELF TMR <3 AS LONG AS THATS OK ANON. (I WILL ABSOLUTELY LET IT BE POSTED AS LONG AS THE AUTHOR IS OK WITH IT WHICH USUALLY THEY ARE!!!!) IM GONNA TAKE SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES AS I TYPICALLY DO HEADCANONS!

IM NOT USUALLY A CHARACTER + CHARACTER GIRLY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT I WILL DO MY VERY BEST!!!! HOPEFULLY I CAN DO THIS JUSTICE! IT WILL BE RANDOM HCS THAT ARE UNRELATED TOO. MY BRAIN IS A MESSY PLACE HWBSHWDBD

OK SO LIKE I KINDA MENTIONED, THEY BOTH LOOOOVE TO JUST GET UNDER PEOPLES SKIN. LOVE IT!!! ESPECIALLY ALASTOR. HES SUCH AN ASS (affectionate)

I’D EVEN SAY HE’S KIND OF AN INSTIGATIVE LER???? BRO IS DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO GET TO TICKLE VOX LIKEEE IDK IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE BUT I KNOW ITS TRUE. HE WILL CASUALLY WIGGLE HIS FINGERS IN CONVERSATION, TWEAK HIS RIBS FROM BEHIND, LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT. WELL THEYRE NOT LITTLE. ESPECIALLY NOT TO VOX WHO IS SO FLUSTERED BY IT… ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

BUT! VOX HAS STARTED TO FIGURE IT OUT. AS HE IS ALSO ONE WHO LOVEEES TO GET UNDER SKIN, HE DECIDES HE’LL DO EVERYTHING TO TRIGGER A LER MOOD IN ALASTOR. IF HE CAN TELL HE ALREADY HAS ONE, HE FINDS WAYS TO SUBTLY (WE ALL KNOW HE ISNT SUBTLE THOUGH) LEAVE A SPOT UNPROTECTED. BUT ALASTOR DOESNT WANT TO GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION!!! HE TRIES SO HARD TO NOT GIVE IN TO VOX BC HE “WANTED TO BE THE ONE IN CONTROL” AND NOW HE ISNT AND HES #PISSED

ALSO VOX ABSOLUTELY IS HORRIFIED OF VULNERABILITY. YET HE IS ABLE TO MOVE PAST IT WITH ALASTOR HERE. SOMEHOW HE ISNT AS WORRIED ANYMORE. MAYBE HE KNOWS ALASTOR WILL REACT. HE LOVES THAT SO VERY MUCH.

AS FOR THE SPECIFIC PROMPT, OH THAT IS SO REAL!!!! ABSOLUTELY YES!!!

I DONT WRITE GOOD ROMANCE BUT LIKE UGH IMAGINE IT NOW. Alastor definitely just got himself to the V’s tower and was planning on fucking with Vox only to see he had already been kinda pissed off. Alastor wouldn’t be as satisfied if he knew he didn’t cause the frustration. He realized he could just stir the pot again. Problem solved, and what better way to solve it than using his weakness against him.. being tickled.

I’m being a little silly but genuinely Vox is so ticklish. Like most ticklish person in hell would go to him if it were an official title. That’s what I’m thinking. That being said, Alastor also knows how quickly he could get him to crumble… but wouldn’t it be more fun to take it slow.

Vox notices his presence almost immediately. He tried to ignore it as he feels his face get warm. He can’t fuck this up. He takes a deep breath and turns around. “Why hello, Alastor! What brings you to our building this evening?” He said in a semi newcaster voice. He wasn’t ready to drop the act

“Well Vox, I came here for a reason of my own but then I walked by your office and you looked so sad!” He began to walk closer to Vox. “You know, t they say you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Vox let out a laugh that was quite clearly untruthful. “Yes Alastor I am aware! I was alone in here and so I figured I’d just save up some energy. I’m sure you understand.”

“Quite frankly I don’t,” Alastor paused, “I think maybe I could help you get that smile back.”

Vox didn’t even have to think. He knew Alastor meant he was going to tickle him. You could ask Velvette. She’s seen those two in tickle fights that lasted for DAYS. she knows what they’re capable of, or more so what Alastor is capable of.

Vox puts up a fight for maybe a couple seconds but he just loves tickles more than he can play pretend that he doesn’t <3

It works out well for them both, Alastor gets to fuck around with Vox and well, Vox gets his shit rocked!!! And he loves that more than a lot of things.

OK IM GONNA CUT IT OFF HERE BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COME BACK!!!! IM ALWAYS DOWN TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE ARE THINKING!! MAYBE ID DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN OR LIKE ADD ONTO THIS!!! BUT I AM JUST ALL OVER THE PLACE CURRENTLY HEHE. I HOPE THESE ARE ENJOYABLE!!! (LOWKEY I WANNA ADD MORE TO THISSSS MAYBE TMR MAYBE TMR WE’LL SEE)

apologies if anything is ooc, i just do this for funsies <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASKK

#madi’s answers!!#hazbin hotel tickle #madis hcs up in here #lee!vox #ler!alastor #AM I BECOMINF A RADIOSTATIC FAN…????#I THINK I AM TEHEHEHE #radiostatic tickle

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Wrath

[Event] Bottom FTM Satan x Top Masc Reader

↳ [Mammon] ↳ [Levi] ↳ [Beel] ↳ [Asmo] ↳ [Luci] ↳ [Belphie]

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Mentions of Torture, Cheating

Satan doesn't want to hurt people, he really doesn't, but he can't help but go into a blinding rage whenever someone gets too close to you, the love of his life and his best friend. And if there's anything worse than you having other friends, it's you getting into a relationship. He couldn't take it, so he kidnapped them and made sure they experienced a lot of pain before coming to see you

"Satan?" You open the door to see him looking disheveled, like he fell asleep in his day clothes and just woke up. He forces you into a kiss, rutting against your crotch. You try to pull away but he's stronger than you, so you let him. Maybe it'll stop here, you hope.

When Satan pulls away, he grabs hold of your arm and drags you to your bed. He takes his shirt off and ties your hands together with the sleeves. "Why would you date someone else when I'm right here?!" He takes his pants off then yours. "Satan, we're not-" You try to speak but he cuts you off. "You're mine! You belong to me, [Name], only me!" He jerks your length to its fullness. "Wait- Hey-" You realize what he's doing. "Satan!" You call out, trying to stop him but no avail.

He sinks down onto your cock, the both of you letting out sighs of pleasure. You'd cover your mouth if you could, you have a partner, why are you enjoying this? Satan slowly slides up and down your length, smirking as you fail to hide your enjoyment. "Don't do this, please-" You beg. He ignores you and goes faster, turned on by hearing you beg. "Satan, I'll forget about- fuck- about this, just stop–" You do your best to ignore how good he feels, how warm and wet his pussy is around your cock, how pretty he looks with a blush strewn across his face.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to give in, you decide.

"You're mine, [Name]." He says, his demon form coming out. "All mine." He leans into your neck and bites it, permanently marking you as his. "A...All yours.." You mumble in response. Satan moans, coming from hearing that. "'M yours too~" He says softly, slowing his movements. He moves his head to face you, his lips brushing against yours. "Mine." You reply before bringing him into a messy kiss.

Who cares about...what was their name again? Satan's the only person who matters to you now.

ty for the help anon 💜💜😭

#wicks🕯shorts #wicks🕯️events #male reader #top male reader #obey me smut #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader smut #obey me x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x male reader #obey me satan smut #yandere obey me #yandere satan #🕯️Obey Me #🕯️satan

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heartdaichi · 1 year

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PRIMADONNA GIRL ft. yuuji itadori

synopsis : after having everything basically handed to you on a silver platter for the majority of your life, it’s a great shock when something doesn’t go your way. instead of handling your problems like a mature young woman, you decide to do the complete opposite — you take the rebound.

content warnings : nsfw, angst, sub!itadori, mentions of cheating, blowjobs, swearing, slight dubcon, sexting, manipulation, semi-gaslighting, making out, lingerie

a/n : this is for @510hz’s how to be a heartbreaker collab !! i personally absolutely adore marina and i love the electra heart album even more, so i’m really grateful that i had the chance to participate :) also ty @haithamuse for helping me out on my “to continue or not to continue” dilemma </3 minors, please do not interact.

“i just don’t love you anymore. you’re too much to handle.”

you sit on the couch in silence as your boyfriend — now, ex — shouts at you whilst packing clothes messily into a suitcase. “i didn’t do anything wrong.”

his poisonous laugh pierces your heart. “no, because you never do! this is why i’m leaving you, because it’s always someone else’s fault but yours.” hot red waves of anger pulsate from him, and you can only watch as he struggles to shut his case. “i’m leaving. take your drama someplace else.”

you don’t even blink when he slams the door harshly, the brash sound echoing throughout the apartment. a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you struggle to convince yourself that it was his fault and that he was being difficult, not you. you didn’t do anything to hurt him, he’s just too soft and can’t understand anything. yes, that’s it. it’s all him.

except, in reality, it isn’t.

you know full well why he left you; you see everything through rose coloured glasses. you think the world revolves around you, and anything that goes wrong is a way of the universe telling you that you need to cut people off. in your eyes, everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to be invited to your parties and any boy would kill to call himself your boyfriend.

that’s why this is such a shock to you. nobody drops you. nobody.

so why do you feel so alone?

the truth is, you’re self destructive. you don’t realise it, but everything you do slowly chips away at people’s perceptions of you, carefully building a glass wall between yourself and everyone else. you hold yourself above everyone else and deem yourself just too good, consequences be damned.

well, not really. now you’re sitting alone in your dark student apartment, with no boyfriend, and no friends to turn to. so, you make a dumb decision.

itadori stares at his phone incredulously. are you seriously still talking to him after your absolute shit show of a relationship? he really shouldn’t pay attention to your message at all, but if you’re sending him a photo, something has to be wrong, right?

so, out of pure concern for your wellbeing, itadori opens the photo. and really, he doesn’t expect anything less from a person like you.

it’s a mirror selfie, but different. your back is to the mirror and he sees that you’re wearing a skimpy red thong beneath your hoodie, which is pulled up just past your chests to give him a sneak peek of your lower cleavage. your phone is cast over your shoulder and he can’t see your face, but he can almost tell you’re making some kind of lewd face behind the lens.

when you were dating, itadori was very used to receiving pictures like this, accompanied with a caption of a similar nature. he has two choices: give in to your seduction and go over to your apartment to see what you want from him, or completely ignore you and go on with his evening.

he seriously wants to take the latter option, but the tent in between his legs says otherwise. “fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his already messy hair. this is going to be one hell of an evening.

you stare at your phone. it says itadori read the message 20 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t replied yet. you roll onto your stomach on your bed and bury your head into the pillow, withdrawing when you’re met with the familiar scent of your ex. “i need to wash these sheets,” you grumble, picking up the pillow and throwing it across the room where it hits a picture of you and him in front of a nightclub. just as the frame clatters to the floor, the bell rings.

“coming!” on your way to the door, you silently pray that it’s itadori. the lord must’ve heard you because there he is, one hand in his pocket and another in his hair.

“don’t get me twisted, okay? you haven’t talked to me in months and i’m just here to-” itadori is cut off by you pulling him into an impromptu kiss. “what the fuck?”

your smile is saccharine sweet. “i’m single again, which means we can get back together.”

itadori frowns. “what makes you think i want to date you again?” he lets you pull him inside, closing the door behind him.

“because you loved me.” the way you say it is so confident, it sways him. he did love you, but you cheated and tried to tell him that he wasn’t ‘giving you what you need’ and that you had no choice but to ‘expand your horizons’. all of his morals seem to disappear when you pull him down onto the couch and sit right on his crotch.

“and you still want me, yuuji, so don’t try to hide it.” the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees. itadori has always known that you’ll be his undoing, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this. you’re obviously acting impulsively, and getting back with an ex is not the way to solve your problems.

“we can’t do this,” he whispers, but his body disagrees, his hands sliding under your thighs subconsciously. “you need time to relieve your pent up emotions.”

“i am relieving my pent up emotions,” you protest, placing your hands on his chest and seating yourself directly above his growing erection. “see?”

you’re irresistible and you know it, and itadori is falling for your seduction. hard. keeping eye contact with him, you dip your head into the crook of his neck and drag your lips along the skin. he groans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening and pulling you back and forth on his crotch.

“you’re so pretty, yuuji,” you say into his neck before sinking your teeth into the flesh. “i know you missed me, baby. let it all out just for me, okay?” itadori nods as if in a daze; that’s just the effect you have on him.

when your lips reach the neck of his shirt, he slides it off, allowing you full access to his uncovered chest. you remove your hoodie in turn, happily displaying to him the lace bra clasped around your chest. despite seeing you naked multiple times, he can never quite believe how beautiful you are; it’s almost like you were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

itadori notices he’s staring when he hears you laugh breathily. “you remember this set, don’t you?” you leisurely trace the patterns splayed across your chest. “you bought it for me on valentines day.”

itadori does remember. he remembers how happy he was when he saw the delight on your face as you lifted the lid of the box, your grin stretching from ear to ear. he remembers the way you wasted no time in undressing right in front of him to try it on, the lacy red material a strong contrast against your flawless skin. he remembers the night that followed, whispered threads of ‘i love you’ weaved in between the sounds of passionate love-making.

he can remember it all, but he can also remember the accompanying bitterness. all of that seems to wash away when you slide off of his lap and sink to your knees in front of him and slide your hands up his thighs. itadori lets you pull his zipper down, and then his boxers, and it’s almost like it was back when you first met: a pretty but stupid student sucking off her classmate in return for him doing her homework.

he’s pulled out of his thoughts by your honeyed voice and your warm hand slowly stroking the base of his cock. “are you ready?”

itadori nods. it’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate like this and, if anything, he was more than eager for you to start. you smile up at him before gliding your tongue along his slit, collecting the slither of precum before taking his tip into your mouth.

once he slips under that thin veil of pleasure, he knows there’s no going back. you have itadori memorised to a t, so you know exactly what makes him shudder. you drag the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and take his silky balls into your palm, massaging them just enough to make him sigh contentedly.

“d-do that again.” you do, this time circling your thumb slowly along his smooth skin. he makes a noise akin to a whine and you smile around his length, snaking your other hand along the fat of his thigh before squeezing hard.

he tries his hardest to hold out but the pleasure pumping through his veins says otherwise, and itadori spills into your mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red. you, on the other hand, swallow faithfully, looking right up at him as you lick any residue off of his swollen cock.

just as itadori opens his mouth to apologise, you press a finger to your lips and shake your head. “don’t say sorry,” you muse, rising to your feet and pulling down your shorts. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t apologise for that.”

he’s speechless; partly because you’re suddenly being so sweet to him, and partly because you’re now standing in front of him, the full set of lingerie complete with the tiny red lace thong concealing your cunt. there’s a tiny wet patch on the seat of the underwear, and he realises that you enjoyed seeing him crumble just as much as he did.

and when you smile cunningly at his reaction, itadori also realises that underneath that sweet, good girl persona, you’re still the self proclaimed primadonna you’ve always been.

#⋆˙⟡♡ htbahb collab #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #anime fanfic #fem!reader #female reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x reader #❲ love letters ❳#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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dutchforstrangers · 5 months

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Suit and tieTai - Taiora one-shot

For @taioraweek 2023 Day 4

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

A/N: Another WIP that finally sees the light of day. Because I will never get tired of making these two oblivious dorks kiss for the first time in every universe possible.

Summary: It was one simple kiss that turned their ignorance into awareness of what had already been there the entire time...

Day 4: First kiss | Characters: Taichi Yagami (POV) x Sora Takenouchi | Genre: Subconscious blooming romance | Rating: K+ | Wordcount: 1.344

7:47am. When he woke up this morning, he had told himself he would start early, so he was sure to leave Hikari and Sora’s apartment on time for a change. But it had already been eight whole minutes since he had started fighting the tie around his neck in front of the mirror.

Frustrated with himself and that stupid string of fabric around his neck, Taichi growled. “I have this very important meeting at work I cannot mess up,” he said to no one in particular.

“You good?”

The female voice came from the kitchen and belonged to Sora, since Hikari had already left the house for her internship at the kindergarten. From the corner of his eyes, Taichi could see her peeking.

“Yes.” Taichi said, but didn’t sound to convincing. He decided to switch his answer. “No. This tie, I swear, these should be forbidden!”

Sora grinned, with her elbows she nonchalantly leant on the kitchen counter. “You’d think as someone working in suit and tie every day, you’re good at tying it by now.” She teased him.

“Except I’m not.” He was fully aware of his tone sounding annoyed. And he was, because somewhere deep down in him, he knew he would always struggle with it. “And never will be. Sor, can you help me one more time, please?”

He definitely needed her help. Like he had needed it all the other times he had stayed over these past couple of weeks.

Sora chuckled as she made her way over to him. “Come here.”

“Good thing I’m staying over.”

“You’re practically living here by now,” Sora joked while her hands prepared the two sides of the tie around his neck for the actual tying. Her eyes fixated on the accessory.

Sora’s joke was one with truth though. The girls’ apartment was closer to Taichi’s work than the loft where he lived with the three boys, plus, it had a more cozy atmosphere compared to the messy boys’ energy. He had lived with Yamato, Koushiro and Jyou during his entire time at university, but now that Taichi had started working, he was ready to go a different direction regarding his living space.

“I don’t want to be near Yamato and my cousin getting it on constantly.” Which was another big reason why he wasn’t at home right. He watched a blush forming on Sora’s cheeks, her hands still working on his tie, softly and with care.

“Too much information,” she said. “How about Koushiro-kun and Jyou-senpai?”

“Ugh, Jyou’s never at home, either in the hospital or with his girlfriend, and Koushiro is busy most of the time, hidden behind his desk and wall of computers. Different from me, the boy is resistant to Yamato and all of his bedroom shenanigans.”

Sora laughed. She spent a lot of time with Koushiro, her being one of those rare friends who could talk to him without any form of technology between them, and she was very much aware of Koushiro’s ability of radiating the ‘I’m not giving a shit’ energy.

“Jealous?”

“Please,” was Taichi’s answer.

He wasn’t jealous, it was just him being ready for a change of pace. And so he found himself crashing on the girls’ couch quite a few days per week. He had to admit though, it also came in very handy that Hikari or Sora –but mostly Sora—were always available to help him out with his daily outfit struggles.

Maybe he was in need of a life partner to settle down with, who could match his changed needs and wants, Taichi thought to himself, knowing he couldn’t keep crashing the girls’ couch forever.

“I much rather stay here with my lovely little sister and incredible friend who is—”

Sora patted his chest lightly and Taichi shifted his attention towards her hands after returning from his thoughts.

“… great at tying your ties.” Sora finished for him. Her feminine fingers worked their magic once more and a perfectly knotted tie hung loosely around his neck. She carefully adjusted his collar and the tie itself, making it look sharp. “There, you’re all set.”

The softness and collected happiness in her voice made Taichi smile. He showed her his signature grin before turning himself to the mirror to look at himself. Behind him he saw Sora look at him too and his own heart weirdly skipped a beat.

“Thanks,” he quickly said to cover himself, still genuinely happy with Sora’s fashion knowledge and friendly help. He walked past her to get to his jacket and coat.

“Oh! There’s this dinner thing at my place tonight, will you be there too?” Taichi remembered as he put the jacket and coat on.

“Sure will be,” Sora answered while on her way back to the kitchen. Again, he felt a bolt of luck going through his body and warming his chest.

“Great! Looking forward to it.” He hastily slid into his shoes, his eyes checking out the time on the watch around his wrist. “Shit! Okay, gotta rush, see you toni—”

“Wait! Not yet.” Sora shouted from the kitchen. Taichi already had the door opened, doorknob in his hand, as he turned his head around to see Sora crossing the small living room towards in a rushed pace. In her hand she held his lunchbox and he instantly remembered it was what he not only forgot to grab, but forgot to prep and pack as well…

“You left this,” she said it as if he hadn’t seen what she was bringing him. He took the box from her, immediately feeling it wasn’t empty, meaning she had not only noticed he forgot, but had actually prepped and packed it for him. The heat from his chest slowly rose to his cheeks. “Have a good day at work.”

She smiled at him with her kindest and most genuine smile. It made him smile in return and for just the briefest of moments, time stood still.

“Thank you, you too,” he said, suddenly realizing he was in a hurry. With the lack of air between the two of them, he swiftly close the gap and planted a quick kiss on her lip—

Wait.

He did what? When— how?

Time seemed to stand still once more.

“Erm… sorry,” Sora spoke first, face completely red, chest high from all the gathered air inside of it. “That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

Taichi shook his head, with that trying to get him out of his daze. “Right… So much for all the accusations of us looking like a married couple huh?” He joked, automatically resolving to comedy to cover up his own redness.

“Y-yeah, hehe…” Sora nodded as one hand moved itself nervously to her lips, her fingers touching the spot where he had pecked her like a husband kissing his spouse goodbye for the day.

Even though he had been unaware of his own feelings at first, apparently, his body had known what to do. The kiss blissfully happened by itself, showcasing both him and her what sparks had been exchanged. Not only during the time spent in this apartment together, but during their entire life by now.

It occurred to him that, rather than searching for someone to settle down with, perhaps he had already found that someone. Sleeping underneath the same roof, she tying his ties, bickering like only lovers could.

That it was just one simple kiss turning the ignorance into awareness.

The smile on his face grew bigger. As much as Taichi wanted to stay, especially now –to reflect a bit longer, to talk about his newfound excitement— he had to run.

“See you tonight, Sora.” Taichi said emphasizing her name as he took off.

He looked over his shoulder one more time, just to be met with the view of Sora waving him goodbye like they had indeed been married forever. To that, Taichi snickered to himself, in his securing Sora would be the one to untie his tie at the end of at least today.

Perhaps he could even steal another kiss from her…

#taioraweek2023 #taioraweek #taiora #taichi yagami #sora takenouchi #digimon fanfiction #taichi x sora #digimon #taichi #sora #tai x sora #tai kamiya #tai

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stars-by-the-pocketfuls · 3 months

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Agggtm microfic, 711 words, pip x ravi

As good as dead spoilers

But it’s been six hundred and 97 days of our love blackout

Three minutes.

It had taken him three minutes to press send.

Haunting the news channels on TV had become one of his favourite pastimes. A cure to his endless rereading of her messages. He could hear her voice in his head, the slightly sarcastic tone with the syllables bumping together in a rush to escape, unless she was doing a carefully articulated interview of course. The way her eyebrows would pinch together slightly at his out of context song lyrics he would randomly send her, and then her face would twitch with a badly concealed smile followed with an eye roll. He should have protested harder, done something more than stare at her in helpless horror. But the shock of her plan had wiped his heartbeat silent, replaced with the bassline of her reasons.

Under duress.

He wasn't scared of her, any idiot living in Little Kilton would have seen through that lie in an instant. No, Ravi was scared of losing her. He had forgotten how hard it was to lose someone you loved, the way it tore you open and refused to heal. Some days it was easier to ignore the gaping hole in his heart. The empty space on the sofa next to him, devoid of any Pips with miss-matched socks and half filled notebooks. The hairbrush that had somehow found its way under his bed, the brown hair still entwined, like his thoughts, tangled with memories of a girl who he wished would be easier to forget. He still had her headphones. The sticker had faded slightly, the red into a pale patchy pink. It was the only item not gathering dust in his neglected room, he used them religiously, sometimes just sitting in the empty silence with them slung over his head.

But despite the desperation to search up the case, search up her podcast and that stupidly brilliant girl, he couldn't. Couldn't risk everything he had suffered so far, couldn't risk her. He knew that if she ever got arrested he would hand himself in, no hesitation. They were a package deal. Team Pip and Ravi. She would've killed him, cursed his stupidity but he would have done it. Yet it was the shattered look in her eyes that had made him comply. If she wanted him to cease contact he would do it. For her. Just to see that relief balance on her conscience, to help her see she had done all she could.

And then the headlines had flashed up, and finally, finally, his head had broken the surface of the water and he could breathe again.

His thumb had found her contact with the familiarity of replaying a childhood game. And suddenly he didn't know what to say. What was one supposed to do in this instant? Congratulations on getting away with murder, it's been 697 days, yes I've been counting, can we please talk again?

His fingers ghosted the keyboard, what if she had moved on? Left him behind in this messed up neighbourhood. He knew he should've moved out, after everything, but he was clinging on to the last threads he had tying him to Sal. And Pip. She had left, but her mark on the town hadn't, and everything had changed. He despised the way tourists would flock, with their cameras and loud gasps. The way high-end companies tried to paint over the scars, dramatise them into bloodcurdling tales. They would never experience the pure fear of racing against time to save someone. Why couldn't they see this wasn't a horror story, it was people's lives? But whispers and secrets still crowded every shadow. If there weren't any mysteries people would create them. And rumours had slipped between the cracks murder had left behind. So perhaps, in the end nothing had changed. He certainly hadn't. But what if she had? What if he was nothing but an accomplice of her past?

But a flash of her murky green eyes had dissolved his doubts. He glanced at the doorway as if by some miracle she would appear with a squinting smile and messy hair. The hallway remained dark.

It had been three minutes already.

Take the risk, the Pip in his head urged. So he did.

Hey Sarge, remember me?

#a good girls guide to murder #as good as dead #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #ravishing

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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congrats on 500!!! can i request 🌺 with prompts 2 & 128 with PLD or josty?

thank you so much doll 🖤

celebrate 500 with me!

Prompts: #2 “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” / #128 “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader (f) Word Count: 740

Warnings: Alcohol use/mention, one (1) man with a mustache, maybe a slightly toxic relationship situation + a little bit of angst

The pulse of the lights above you syncs with the heavy beat of the bass over the EDM remix playing from the DJ’s booth. It’s dark, and loud, and entirely not your scene, but your newly-single roommate had dragged you out, citing a night at the club as the perfect recipe for moving on from her dramatic break up.

Of course, the club she selected was the most popular in Edina, where all of the summer NHLers went after Da Beauty League got out. And, naturally, she went straight to them when she arrived, which is how you found yourself on the dance floor, grinding against some handsy hockey player with a dirty mustache.

He's cute, you suppose, but you know you're going to disappoint him when you reject his advances later on, not interested in a one-night stand. Not when your on-again, off-again situationship is standing across the bar, sloshing his 3rd or 4th paloma over his lilac button-up while he guffaws with a few boys from the summer league, each on the prowl for the night's prospects.

He'd caught your eye, once, a curt nod his only greeting. Typical.

There was a reason your relationship never progressed to relationship, and the answer was always Tyson. He'd be sweet, kind, doting one day, then afraid of commitment and distant the next. You couldn't entirely blame him for not wanting to settle down like so many of his friends – he was young, rich, living a bachelor's dream. What you could blame him for, though, was the way he strung you along, keeping you just close enough to keep you coming back for more, falling for his shit every time.

So, the last time he called it quits, you told him that he’d better be sure, because you weren’t coming back. And so far, you’d held true to your word, allowing whats-his-name to buy you a drink, and, when he asked you to dance with him, honey slurring out of his pretty mouth, you said yes.

Ultimately, though, you do end up disappointing Mustache Man, letting him down easy when the next song ends. You glance around for your roommate, who you eventually locate in the corner, lips locked in a passionate kiss with the guy you’d seen her talking to earlier.

With a sigh, pleased that she appears to be getting what she wanted from the night, you return to the bar to order yourself another drink – one more, you decide, and you’ll Uber home, assuming that your roommate wouldn’t be sharing the ride with you.

“You’re pretty.” The voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you’re met with the brown eyes and messy curls of Tyson Jost.

“And you’re drunk,” you laugh, watching the way he stumbles slightly.

He scoffs, then mumbles, “Not drunk enough.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Tys?”

You catch the way his eyes flick to his teammate, the man with the mustache, in a subtle glance. He says nothing, just grumbles to himself as he downs the rest of his drink.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” you ask incredulously, not believing the gall he has to come up to you and say –

“So what if I am?”

“You don’t get to do this, Tyson. Not anymore.” Your words are strong, but your confidence is not, wavering under the weight of his gaze that’s trailing over your collar bones, exposed in the top you put on with the hopes of attracting his – or at least someone’s – attention.

“What if I changed my mind?”

“You always do,” you scoff.

You’re about to walk away when he grabs your hand, causing you to pause in your tracks. The sparks of electricity when his skin touches yours is impossible to ignore, but you do it anyway as you turn to face him.

“Please,” he says. “I want to do this. For real.”

The words he says are warm, and so is his hand on yours. His eyes are pleading, looking into yours as if he hasn’t done this same thing countless times before. You can feel the scabbed-over scars on your heart protesting, head telling you to run for the hills, that you can’t take another heartbreak from the curly-headed boy in front of you.

But your heart gets the best of you, like it does every time, and you tug at his hand as you make for the door.

“You’re calling the Uber this time.”

#c’s 500 follower celly #tyson jost blurb #hockey fic #tyson jost fic #nhl imagine #asks

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t0bey · 2 years

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I would like to hear your thoughts on Norton, if possible, please! <3 (btw, I love the way you draw his facial features so much qwq)

ty mewlyn!!!! <3 love ur art too

favorite thing about them: that he's an asshole with a very understandable reason for it. i know a lot of people don't want how jaded he is to be his only defining trait and i agree with that but at the same time, his selfish actions are a product of the environment he spent his entire life in, and i appreciate that his character shows what extreme poverty can force a person to forgo morality in the case of survival.

least favorite thing about them: if i had to never play against a prospector again as a hunter by deleting him from the game i would. sorry nort ur character is cool i just find you insufferable as a hunter (ignores that i main him)

favorite line: "Let me be clear. I'm not paying." the fact he wouldve said this if he won the nymph awards is really funny to me idk why

bROTP: him and tracy... also him and all of the coa 4 gang they make me so sad they were all pals

OTP: im chill with most ships for him (which is inevitable in this fandom he's like. the character EVERYONE ships with someone lol /lh). if i had to choose one though uhhh id say nortmelly

nOTP: dunno what to put here aside from "dont ship the 27 year old man with kids"

random headcanon: his helmet was a handmedown from his dad

unpopular opinion: personally of the belief that the person he was hired to kill wasn't melly. i think it was alice because her being a rich noble who has a VERY messy past even in comparison to melly would put a bigger target on her back.

song i associate with them: honeybrains - royal blood

favorite picture of them: not my favorite but ive been so confused seeing this picture of him from the atropos ropes event bc i wasnt around idv to play it so i have 0 CLUE what the context is for why he's crying if anyone wants to tell me

#ask #maybemewlyn

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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From Young Lovers to Proper Daddies - Part 2. James Potter

Love and sex can be quite messy when you’re young, uncertain, and immature. There’s a certain confidence that comes with age, and this shows not only in day-to-day life, but also in bed...

[Warning: Use of the word “Daddy.”] [Warning: Slight (?) Voyeurism.] [Warning: Reference to Pregnancy Risk.]

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

James Potter always teased you. It was a major outlet for his affection for you. Even before the two of you figured out that you were in love with each other, he would poke at your side with a quill until you hissed at him to stop or he would gently play with your hair, only for you to suddenly pull away, and he’d instinctively grab on, making you screech with surprise, and he’d be equally shocked and shout back while still tugging at your hair. Honestly, despite the regular annoyances, you loved it, because that mischievous part of James always brought such light to your life. While this trait always remained in James, it became less enveloped in his charming boyishness and more settled in his mature tenderness – that is, the way he cared for you. The way he teased you not only made you laugh; it now also caused you to blush and it made you want to run into his arms and stay there forever because you knew you were safe with him, with James Potter. The evolution of this aspect of your relationship took place very slowly, over many years, until one day – it slipped out.

* * * * * * * * * *

You and James were walking down the street together, when someone bumped into you. As soon as he knew you were all right, James made to yell at the person who had so rudely walked into you. Not wanting James to get into a fight, you quickly distracted him by commenting, “Shoelace.”

James paused. “What?”

You pointed down at your shoe. The person had stepped on your shoelace and it had come loose.

“Oh…” Without really thinking about it, James suddenly slipped his hands under your arms, lifted you up, and gently put you down on the nearest bench. Kneeling down, he tied your shoelace for you, all while muttering indignantly about the “old fart whose glasses are obviously useless since he can’t even see where he’s going.”

You smiled to yourself, finding James’ indignation on your behalf endearing. When James finished tying your shoelace for you, you started to get up, when he suddenly caught your arm, stopping you. Pulling you a little into his chest, he murmured lowly, “Were you laughing at me just now?”

You tried to look up to see his expression, but he held you against him, pressed up against his chest. All you ended up saying was, “Um...”

“I knew it.” James suddenly squeezed you, making you yelp. Then, looking down at you, he said, “You’re always laughing at me. What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothing,” you replied, startled by how serious he looked. His warm brown eyes were glinting slightly through his glasses, and he was searching your eyes for something with utter seriousness.

You hesitated. “James? Is something wrong?”

James blinked. “No,” he said quickly. He let go of your arm. “Sorry.”

You frowned. “Don’t apologize. Tell me what’s wrong.”

James sighed and sat down on the bench. “No, nothing’s wrong,” he responded, but his voice was too quiet, almost sullen.

You sat down next to him, but he looked away. He tried to make the motion appear natural, but it was all too clear to you that he had turned his head to the other side to avoid looking at you.

“James...” you said, but he ignored you. “James? James!” You finally clambered onto his lap and grasped his face, making him look at you. “What on earth has gotten into - ? Mm!” Startled, you found yourself instinctively grabbing his shoulders as James suddenly kissed you.

It was a long, deep kiss, and when James’ hands slid up your back and up your neck, you shivered. And when James knotted his fingers tightly in your hair and held you in place, right on his lip, as he parted your lips with his and kissed you deeper, you forgot entirely where you were - sitting on a public bench - and you instead became completely lost in James. Your hands fluttered all over his chest for a moment, before you gripped the front of his shirt with both hands and squeezed tightly at the fabric.

Between kisses, you managed to ask, rather breathlessly, “What’s - ah - What’s gotten into you?”

“Do I need a reason to kiss my baby?” James murmured, before capturing your lips in another kiss.

“Well, no, but you’ve - mm - got one,” you said knowingly.

“It’s just that you’re always laughing at me, y’know,” James whispered, keeping his mouth quite close to yours and hugging you very tightly, so that you couldn’t lean back to see his expression.

“It’s only that I think you’re cute,” you said uncertainly, trying to reassure him.

“Well, sure, and that’s awful sweet of you, baby,” James replied. “But sometimes, I mean, once in a while, I think you forget that I’m - I’m yours.”

“Huh?” you said, becoming more confused by the second.

“I’m your - your partner, you know. And I’m growing up and all, and I’d like to take care of you, baby, even if you don’t need it. And I want you to feel, well, safe with me, and like you can rely on me. You know, I want you to trust me and - and take me seriously,” James was now half-mumbling to himself, and his hands were fidgeting around your waist.

You paused. “Of course I take you seriously.”

“Do you?” James suddenly pulled away from you a little. His hands slid up your back as he made you lean back a little and he stared down at you, his brow furrowed as he studied your expression.

Wide-eyed, you looked back up at him and said, “Yes...”

“And you know, don’t you, baby...” James whispered lowly, while he brought one hand up to caress your pretty neck, “that I’m going to keep you safe?”

“Yes...” You were still staring at James, rather taken aback by how very serious he was being about all of this for there was a deep fierceness, almost a protectiveness, in his eyes, as he gazed at you.

But all James said was a short, “Good,” and then he kissed you again, fervently, lovingly, adoringly. You gasped as he stole your breath away and when James bit lightly on your lower lip, you moaned out, in a muffled voice, “Oh Merlin...”

“Mmm,” James moaned back, “there’s my baby,” and he kissed you even more fiercely.

The kisses became more and more passionate until you were squirming all over his lap. Your thighs were going all tight, and suddenly, a hot flush passed through your tummy. Breathless, cheeks red, heart fluttering madly, thighs quivering slightly, without even realizing it, you began to very slowly move your hips against James. “Uhn,” you whispered out a tiny moan, with your mouth still pressed hotly against James’.

But James, of course, noticed at once. His hands disappeared from your hair, only to grab your hips quite tightly in the blink of an eye.

“Ah...!” you breathed out.

“What the hell are you doing, baby?” James whispered, and his voice was unexpectedly fierce.

You blinked furiously, trying to understand what he meant. “Huh?”

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” James asked, through gritted teeth.

Shocked, you shook your head at once. “No, never...”

“Then what are you doing, grinding away on me like that?” James asked still gripping your hips.

“I didn’t - um - I didn’t even realize I was...” You blinked, as before you could finish your sentence, another flash of sweet, tingling warmth ran all up and down your body, as James suddenly lifted his leg, just enough to press between your thighs. You gasped and jolted forward.

James caught you at once. Hugging you and burying his face against your neck, he whispered, now almost teasingly, “Did you want something? Hm?”

Meanwhile, James’ hands on you felt so - so hot, and he was sucking so nicely on your sweet little neck, and it was all a bit overwhelming and before you knew it, you’d whispered back, “No, daddy.”

James froze. His hands softened at once, his jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened - and he looked all foolish and disarmed and stupid, with the wind fluttering through his messy brown hair, accenting the locks in the back that would never lie still and - and - suddenly, it hit you what’d you said.

“Uh… Uh...” you stuttered, sounding rather gremlin-like and not at all like your usual self.

James breathed out, “What did you -?”

Immediately breaking out of the headspace James’ gentleness had sent you into, you announced firmly, “All right, then. We’ve got Order duty in ten minutes, so we need to head back right now. ” You jumped off of James’ lap and off of the bench and made to stride right past James.

James reached out and grabbed your hand. “Wait, wait, wait.” You could already hear the pride and excitement bubbling up in his voice, as James questioned you, “What did you just call me?”

Avoiding his eyes, you murmured, “You heard me. I won’t say it again.” You yanked at his hand. “Now, come on. We can’t be late.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sirius, Remus, and Peter had gathered at James’ house for the Order meeting. Peter had been entrusted with a list of guard rotations and he was supposed to present it to everyone. He puffed up his chest proudly and made to speak when –

“Wait a minute, Worm. We’ve lost him again.”

“Lost who?”

“Prongs. Prongs. James.” Remus was waving his hand in front of James, who, although at first glance seemed completely normal, was definitely just staring off into space.

“Huh?”

“What’s the matter with you?” Sirius asked. “Worm’s trying to tell us something here.”

“Oh, sorry,” James paused for the briefest moment before he continued hastily, “But not that sorry. Because, mates, I’ve done it. I’ve won.”

Remus and Peter traded puzzled looks.

“Er – won what, Prongs?” Peter wondered.

“Baby’s heart.”

“How d’you figure that?”

“Because,” James answered proudly, “she called me her ‘Daddy.’”

“I don’t buy it,” Sirius said flatly.

“Excuse me?” James was immediately indignant.

“You’re making this up. No way would she call you that, when she’s obviously the tough one in your relationship.”

“It’s not about being ‘tough.’ It’s a – a safety thing, a love thing,” James pushed back. He felt like he’d won some badge of honor. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he beamed, until his whole energy had shifted into a brilliant ray of sun.

Remus sighed. “I forgot how quickly you turned into a lovesick puppy.”

“Anyways, I’m right, right?” James said triumphantly. “I’ve won!”

Peter slowly scratched his head. “Um… Does it really work like that?”

Just then, you walked into the kitchen. Meaning to wash some strawberries and put them down on the table for everyone to eat, you put on your apron. The apron was dark red and had a heart-shaped front piece. You and James took turns wearing it, and you thought he looked adorable in it.

“Well, wouldn’t you know?” Sirius smirked. “We were just having a conversation about you.”

Tying the bow at the back, you looked over at the four men sitting around the table. “About me?”

“Yeah, and we’d like you to set the record straight for us.”

“What are you on about, Sirius?”

Sirius asked you outright, “Did you or did you not call James ‘Daddy’?”

You flushed. “What?”

“She did. Didn’t you, Baby?” James said, grinning at you.

You flushed. “Well, even if I – maybe, but why do – why do they have to know?”

“Why not? It’s a good thing. It means you trust me.”

“But still…” you murmured, “that sort-of stuff is meant to be private.”

James’ face slowly fell. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize – I dunno…” He started to mumble distractedly. “… I guess I was just happy. But I’m sorry if – if I shouldn’t have said - ”

“Wait, no,” you said desperately, reaching for James. “Don’t be sad now. I – I did say it and I did mean it.”

At this, Sirius chuckled and let out a low, suggestive whistle. Remus facepalmed himself.

You were tugging at James’ arm, and he finally turned and looked at you. “It’s a good thing?” James confirmed with you, needing to hear your reassurances. “You mean that?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it for me again.”

“Hm?”

“Call me it again.”

“Oh, James…”

James’ eyes softened. “Please?”

You glanced over embarrassingly at Sirius, Remus, and Peter. “Your friends are here, though.”

“I don’t care who’s in the room,” James pushed back, though his voice remained very gentle. “This is about you and me.” He reached out and softly pressed his hands to your cheeks. “You look at me, and you say what you want.”

“Um. O-Okay.” You looked up at James, gazing up at those familiar eyes behind those familiar glasses. You hesitated, before barely moving your lips to murmur, “…dy.”

“Hm?”

You gave James a steely look. “Don’t tease me, James. You heard me.”

“I swear I didn’t.”

“Fine…” You sighed, and you tried again. “Ahem, uh, D-Daddy…”

James watched you in awe. Your blush was so evident that your face matched the strawberry red of the apron you were wearing. “There it is,” he whispered. “There’s my Baby. You’re so cute.”

Remus, having had quite enough, finally cracked and growled, “James - ”

James suddenly stood up, cutting Remus off. Turning to the other three, he abruptly announced, “That’s it. Get out.”

“What?” Peter said, surprised. “But the Order meeting - ”

“Don’t care. Out, please!” Remus sighed. “Prongs, as great as this is for you two, we really do have - ”

Remus found the rest of his sentence lodged in the back of his throat, as James had already shoved all three of them out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut.

“I had my presentation all ready,” Peter mumbled.

“Well, it’s a bit late now. We should just slide the parchment under the door,” Sirius suggested.

But before they could do that, they heard the clattering of a bunch of kitchen utensils falling to the floor – James had obviously swept clean a counter to put you down on – and then, they heard a loud, happy gasp from you, a series of wet, passionate kisses (Remus crinkled his nose at this) followed by the sharp sound of clothes being torn off each other (Sirius lifted his eyebrow at this), and then, you were crying out desperately, “Ah – J-James! Uhn! Ah, not so fast! ‘S too big! Ah!” (Peter turned red as a tomato at this.)

“But you’re so wet, sweetheart,” James mumbled back in awe, as his fingers pushed against your already dripping pussy. “Does calling me ‘Daddy’ turn you on this much?”

“Not – Not just calling you that,” you clarified. “But thinking about you that way, it might – might do something for me, yeah.”

James groaned. “You deserve a creampie for such a pretty confession, love. Now, open your legs for me.”

“Wait,” you huffed out. “The – The strawberries…” For the freshly washed berries had spilled all over the counter.

James’ usually warm brown eyes narrowed, as he was barely holding himself back. In a voice you have never heard him use even just a year before, James said, “Now.”

Oh… You stared up at James with wide eyes. There’s my Daddy. Your heart skipped a beat, and your pussy thumped. You swallowed in happy anticipation, as you slowly parted your thighs for him. As your legs gently pushed aside the strawberries, they tumbled every which way.

“Fuck, such a pretty pussy, Baby,” James murmured. “All wet for Daddy, huh?”

“Ah…” you breathed out, as James rubbed your wet little cunt on his hand. “J-Jamie, mmm…”

“Sh,” James murmured, “I’ve got you.” He kissed you as he positioned himself above you, gently placing both of his hands on either side of your head and shifting his hips to be between your plush thighs.

Only seconds later, a consistent thump, thump, thump accompanied your soft, loving moans, leaving no doubt as to what the two of you were up to in there. But, in case there was any question, James’ low, fervent growl also played out, as he praised you, “Good girl – uhn – good fucking girl – mmm, yeah, such a good girl, taking my cock so well. And fuck, Baby, you look so cute - I love you in this apron. Remind me to – to buy you more – uhn, yes…”

Remus vaguely wondered how the hell the apron, of all things, had survived the mad tumult of you and James ripping each other’s clothes off. But he didn’t have long to ponder, as James was moaning again for you, unable to stop himself from praising his sweetheart.

“Mmm, such a perfect little pussy – Fuck, I love being inside you, Baby.”

A bit lost in your own head as you tried to adjust to the intense feeling of James’ cock pushing his way deep into your tight pussy, you ended up telling him, “I think I- I want an apron with a – mm – a bear on it.”

“Done. It’s yours,” he promised you.

“And m-maybe one with daisies, too?”

“Also yours. Uhn,” James moaned, as he pushed into you a little harder. “A-Anything else?”

“And I want – I want… you,” you breathed out.

James gazed at you and smiled. “Already yours, sweetheart.”

Then, James whispered, “Don’t stop making heart eyes at me now, but could you open up your thighs a little more? Just like that, yes, good girl…”

“Ah…!”

“Yeah, you feel how much deeper I’m inside you now?”

“Y-Yes – ah, J-James…!”

“Keep those thighs open now.”

“Mm,” you moaned out shortly, as you focused on doing exactly that.

As James held your thighs apart to fuck you deeper, you felt a few of the strawberries being gently crushed under your thighs. The fresh scent of strawberries graced the air, as you and James continued to make careless, passionate love on the kitchen counter.

“You’re so sweet, Baby,” James moaned out, “with such a tight little pussy between your pretty thighs – and you’re all mine, y’know. That’s why you call me ‘Daddy,’ huh?”

Peter blushed and covered his ears, for you were responding to James, in a series of tiny, heart-covered pants and huffing out, as best as you could, “Y-Yes, all yours, always yours – nngh! Ah!”

Your last “Ah!” was so light and cute and in love that it floated off to join the clouds above. Without a doubt, all three men knew that you had already cummed on your boyfriend’s cock, buried deep inside of your sweet, tight cunt.

Then, with a loud moan, you sobbed out beautifully, “D-Daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

James growled, and suddenly, the thump, thump, thump sounds picked up quite a bit in pace. “If you beg for me like that, I’m gonna cum in you, love.”

“Yes!” you moaned back breathlessly. “C-Cum in me, please!”

“Gonna fill up this little pussy of yours with Daddy’s cum, yeah?”

You whimpered and shivered all over the kitchen counter. Some of the strawberries near your shoulders burst, and you felt strawberry juice running down your back. Not only were you contending with James pushing his cock deep into your tight little hole, but now you were tingling all over with the cool strawberry juice running down your back.

“Oh, fuck, hold still – stop squirming, Baby – mmm, fuck! Uhn!”

“Ah!” you gasped loudly. The word “Strawberries!” got lost in your mind, and you ended up bleating out instead, “D-Daddy… Y-You’re cumming in m-me…!”

“Yes, I am,” James whispered hoarsely.

“So d-deep!” you stuttered out. You blinked furiously, unable to make logical sense of the swirl of ecstasy James had fucked you into.

For his part, James, who was holding you tightly by the hips to keep you flush to him as he came deep in you, also covered you all over his sweet kisses. Between these kisses, he moaned out adoringly, “Baby, baby, baby, in her little apron… God damn it, I’m so in love with you. What am I gonna do? You’ve got me whipped, sweetheart.”

You laughed a bit breathlessly as you let James kiss you all over. “‘S not a bad thing, Daddy,” you reassured him, as you patted his head lovingly. “I’m yours, too, y’know.”

“I know, Baby.” James paused for a grand total of two seconds before he said, “Can I tell you something?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not satisfied. Not even close. And I don’t think you’re satisfied, either. Your pussy’s just so tight – I think you were asking for me again at the end – right at the end – when you were trembling all over my cock. I swear your pussy was squeezing my cock. I couldn’t pull out of you even if I wanted to. You felt it, too, huh? You didn’t want to let me go. Isn’t that right, Baby?”

You simply blinked up at him.

“Don’t play coy with me,” James warned you. “Not now. Not when you’ve let me fuck you like this, all messy and sprawled-out, covered in strawberries, on a kitchen counter with just an apron on.”

You blushed. “You’re very descriptive, James. Even if it’s true, d’you have to say it like that?”

“It’s a compliment, love. I’m telling you how much I want you,” James assured you, as he slid his hands into the front of your apron and lovingly groped your breasts.

“Mmm…” you moaned out, closing your eyes and nodding along with the rhythm of his hands working under the front of your apron, massaging your breasts.

“And you want me, too, don’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked at James as you agreed sincerely, “Yes, of course.”

“Then, ask for me, sweetheart. Tell me you want it.”

You pouted a little, feeling embarrassed, even though James was right and you were already surrounded by spilled containers, fallen dish towels, smushed strawberries, and ripped clothes, with James’ cum still deep inside of your pink little pussy.

James leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his. He whispered, “Ask for my cock like a good girl.”

You shut your eyes, reached up, and hugged James around the shoulders. You meant to pull him down towards you, but you ended up pulling yourself up against him, lifting your back off the counter for a moment as you clutched onto him, and you whispered in a small, hushed voice, “I… I want you inside me again. Please. My pussy’s a-aching for you. Want another creampie. Want you to pound your cum deep into my pussy – as deep as you can. Please… Daddy, I need it.”

Unable to hold back any longer when you were asking for him like that, James immediately responded to you. In seconds, the heavy, hot growls from James and the cute, gasping sounds from you started up yet again, in such loving and lewd harmony. Between moans, you reminded James of your need for him, crying out, “Deeper, Daddy!” And James did not disappoint. Your apron came apart as James yanked you up by your shoulders, only to turn you and push you back down. You gasped when your breasts smushed into more strawberries. But there was no time to think about it – your boyfriend was inside you already, and both of you were moaning out your love for each other.

James leaned down and swept his tongue along your shoulders, glistening with sweet strawberry juice. He swirled his tongue around your skin, savoring the taste. Meanwhile, he continued to work his hips into you, making sure you were taking the entire length of his cock and really feeling him inside you, making you his – his woman, his baby, his everything – with each and every stroke. Your cries became more and more desperate – and you knew: you were in love, and the man you loved had every right to be your Daddy, to take you like this and make love to you in this strange, hazy, passionate, strawberry-scented dream where you were being ravaged, but at the same time, you were so safe, so loved, and so adored…

“D-Daddy,” you breathed out, in an exhausted, but ecstatic voice. “C-Cum in me. Please, I wanna feel that I’m yours.”

James panted back, “Then take me,” and proceeded to pound into you, harder than you’d ever been taken before.

“Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Daddy, please! PLEASE!”

James bit down hard on your shoulder – and he came in you again.

The cries you both made were positively unholy.

“Uh, Baby! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

“Ah! Nngh --- D-Daddy – Ah!”

“Sh, don’t move – this little cunt is mine.”

“Angh – s’ deep! Ah, Daddy, c-careful, or w-we’re – ah - gonna have a r-real b-baby…!”

“I – fuck – I c-can’t hold back. Sweetheart, please take it, take me inside you, c’mon -take it, take it-take-it! UHN!”

“O-Ohh… Ah… Hah… Ah! DADDY!”

And with that, James, still pressing you down against the counter, and with both his arms wrapped tightly around your middle (enough that your feet were lifted off the floor) came hard and deep in your pussy for the second time that day.

But James, roaming his hands feverishly over your tummy and kissing at your neck, whispered, “Still not enough.”

Your eyes widened, but before you knew it, James had split your legs open, so that one leg was high in the air, draped over his shoulder, and James drove his still-hard cock back into your dripping-with-cum pussy.

“Daddy!” you cried out, your voice aching all over with desperation and with such love for what James, undoubtedly your Daddy, was doing to you.

“Stay with me, sweetheart.”

“But – But – ah!”

“Gonna cum in you a third time, Baby – you like that?”

“Yes,” you panted out, “I love it, Daddy!”

“Knew you would, sweetheart. Now hold on.”

“Hold o-? Ah! Ah, ah, ah, uhn, D-Daddy, s-so – nngh – so - !” You forgot how to speak, but it didn’t matter, James knew exactly what you were feeling; he was feeling it too, and he made sure to keep you satisfied, plugging you up with his cum and cock over and over again, as you moaned out, all woozy and fucked-out and so, so happy.

No longer able to take it, Remus, out of sheer desperation (borderline terror) at the intense sounds fast unfolding in his proximity, grabbed the piece of parchment out of Peter’s hand, messily folded it into two, and shoved it under the door.

Sirius, who had remained quite calm throughout all of this, now eyed Remus skeptically. “Remus, you fold your socks every day. How could you fold that paper so messily?”

Exasperated, Remus turned to Sirius and growled, “Is that really important right now?”

“Well, if we’re going to talk about what was important - there really wasn’t any point in folding it,” Peter pointed out smartly. “It slips under the door better when it’s thinner, and James is meant to see that information.”

Remus let out a long, tortured breath. Then, he grabbed both Sirius and Peter and yanked them out of the house with surprising force. Meanwhile, still in the kitchen, you and James continued to kiss each other all over and moan for each other, trading off between “Nngh – Baby!” and “Ah – Daddy!” for many, many sweet hours to come.

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