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our spot * ls2
a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years
pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of infidelity
notes: YOOO how is it that i've been screaming about oscar and sebastian for weeks yet i write about logan first anyway? hope u enjoy this bc i OFC enjoyed breaking my own heart while writing this <;/3
super long read btw, it's like 3.7k words
(f1 masterlist)
(part two)
logan isn't back home very often. he doesn't exactly have the chance to, given his circumstances. so when he is, it's typically a nice breath of fresh air. because that's where you are.
or at least, used to be.
he doesn’t hear from you often anymore. since he’d gotten busier with his promotion to f1, it’s been a lot harder to keep in touch with you.
admittedly, he does miss you. but what right does he have to tell you that outwardly?
the only way he knows what’s going on with you are whatever you let the public know of yourself. your instagram posts and stories don’t come often, so logan might as well consider you a stranger.
he only knows one thing, that his mother let slip over the phone during their call, that you’ve started seeing somebody recently. he doesn’t know if you’re still together — the man his mother speaks of doesn’t exist on any of your platforms.
perhaps it’s because it’s only hearsay? but you’ve always been sort of a private person yourself, so he’s not exactly surprised.
logan sighs to himself, rolling his chair over to the window that faces what used to be your bedroom. the window is shut with its curtains drawn.
you moved out the moment you turned 18. he once had your address when you gave it to him, and he kicks himself over the fact that he never got around to visiting you and seeing how you’ve come into your own.
he never got to see the apartment you would talk about growing up and all the decorations you planned on putting up.
he wonders, did you ever keep the framed picture with him when you went to disneyworld as kids? did you bring it with you?
logan huffs and pulls down his blinds. he turns to face his room, leaning back into his seat. it’s the holidays, but there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do with absolutely nobody.
his friends have all gone back to visit and spend time with family. he spent his first couple of days with his family, but even they’ve got better things to eventually.
all he can do is train for his next season.
he decides to finally get up to his feet, grabbing the gym bag that sits on the edge of his bed. he’s just about to drive to the gym when his phone lights up his dim bedroom.
a notification from you that makes his heart race and hands shake. a text from you is the last thing he expected out of his visit.
he hasn’t talked to you in nearly 2 years.
heard ur back home
he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. he doesn’t write a reply immediately, so much hesitation and confusion mixing in his mind.
it’s taken him so off guard that he comes to a realisation that he doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore.
just for the holidays, im headed back to the uk after new year’s
your response is quick.
our spot
logan’s got no idea what you mean by that. until another text from you comes in.
10 minutes. see u
oh. you’re actually asking to see him.
suddenly he’s got no idea what to do. does he actually go?
he’s pacing around his room, frantically searching for the things he’d need to go and see you. which, wouldn’t actually be much. just his phone, his wallet, and
his gaze lands on the sad pile in the corner of his room, trinkets he’s collected from traveling the world in his first season. collected just for you, like you’d always talked about growing up.
now begs the question: does he bring it with him or does he just forget it ever existed?
doesn’t matter. he grabs his phone and wallet, heading out the door. his history with you is never spoken about.
maybe once, on a drunken night in australia with oscar. when he asked logan why he’s still visibly single, logan explained his situation.
how you kissed him the day he was leaving to stay in europe to fully commit to his junior career. how you’d called him every single night when you were teenagers, waiting around months at a time for him to come by for a short visit.
how you told him you loved him one evening when you were 19, in london when you were over for a visit. and how he had to put it on hold for his junior career, and never had the chance to get around to it because of his commitments to formula 1 now.
he had put it on hold, thinking you’d be around forever for him to come back to. he knows now that he’s never been more wrong in his life.
oscar never brought it up again after seeing the american choke on his words and laugh nervously as he retold the story.
when he found out you were seeing somebody, his heart broke. but he couldn't get himself to ask you about it. he knows it's his fault that you're in somebody else's arms now.
he quietly pads through his home, trying to pass his family members who have all resided in their individual bedrooms. even they've got no idea what's gone down between you two.
as far as they're concerned, you just simply drifted apart with time.
he parks his pickup truck right between the methodist building and what used to be the school you attended together growing up. he sits behind the wheel, eyes scanning the dark for any signs of you being here.
it's not a very far drive, only 5 minutes from his house and yours. just a playground that you used to hang at when you were growing up. when the world got too loud, this is where you'd come to regain composure.
he'd caught you one evening sitting here all alone when you were 8, and it's become your spot for late-night talks ever since. right on that green slide is where logan told you that he wanted to be an f1 driver when he was older.
it was on that blue swing that you admitted the crush you've had on him your entire life, and he reciprocated.
his heart races in his chest, unsure if you'd meant what you texted him. what if you bailed and this was all some sick twisted joke you're pulling on him?
and a random car pulls up in front of the methodist. he anticipates the moment you'd crawl out of the driver's seat, looking different from the last time he saw you - which was about 2 years ago when he last talked to you.
but after about a second, the backseat door opens, your leg poking out with your hair dishevelled in a ponytail. you close the door as you step onto the sidewalk, tugging down your dress that's hiked up your thighs as the car drives off.
logan finally turns off his engine, stepping out shortly after you. your eye roams the quiet street, locking into his as he watches you take a deep breath.
he nods, pointing towards the playground. you nod. he locks his truck and slowly makes his way to the brightly lit playground between the two establishments.
you make a beeline for the swing, dropping yourself down and bending forward to unstrap the heels that suffocate your feet. logan's not even going to ask where you'd come from all dolled up.
he occupies the empty swing next to you, clasping his hands together and placing them between his knees. it's a lot colder than he initially anticipated and his sweatpants are barely keeping him comfortable.
you sit in silence for the next couple of minutes. there's chatter from the methodist building next to you. you pick at your nails, trying to soften your breathing.
it's only then logan notices that your cheeks are flushed and the smell of alcohol in the air. which is obviously not coming from either place that surrounds both of you.
"are you drunk?" logan starts in a whisper, craning his neck down trying to get a look at you.
you look at him from the side of your eyes, lips pouted out in a frown. "tipsy," you correct him, "not drunk."
he nods to himself, rocking back and forth on the swing. he leans his head on the chain that holds his body up. he doesn't really know what to say.
in fact, he doesn't think there's much to say. you were the one who started ghosting him all those years ago. he's not upset or bitter about it, but he completely understands why you'd done it.
if he were in your position, he can almost guarantee that he would have taken the same measures.
"how long have you been back?" you ask, eyes tracing the design on the rubber playground floor. "why didn't you tell me?"
logan raises his eyebrows. "uh," he stutters, "i didn't know i had to. i'm sorry."
you shrug. "you didn't have to," you trail off, dropping your head low to avoid his gaze. "i just thought you would've told me when you'd come for a visit. we haven't seen each other in a while."
yeah, 2 years, he wanted to say.
"it's cause we haven't seen each other in a while that i didn't think to tell you i'm back home," logan admits solemnly, pressing his lips together. "i'm sorry, though. if i knew, you would've been the first person i told."
"i'm sorry i stopped picking up your calls," you suddenly say softly. "and answering your text messages. and telling my parents to tell you i'm away on vacation every time you came to visit."
he just nods. it hurt when you first started distancing yourself from him. but, what can he do?
he sort of caught on in the second week after you let him facetime call ring twice without an answer. that would’ve marked the fifth call you ignored, and the twentieth text you left him on delivered.
so he dropped it. he thought that maybe you would come around when he comes back to miami. apparently not, because you were ‘away’ on a trip with friends. which, now he knows, could possibly be just a lie.
logan smiles, mostly to himself as you’re looking straight ahead at the playground’s structure. “i get it. it’s alright.”
“no, really,” you adjust yourself to look at him with a sigh. “i feel horrible every single day about what i did. but i just didn’t know how to cope with the fact that you put me in the backseat when i was right there.”
“hey.” logan slumps his shoulders. suddenly he feels a tinge of guilt in his chest, and no amount of quick convincing makes it go away. “i understand why you did what you did. you deserve to be with someone who puts you first. i didn’t do that.”
you shake your head. a small smile creeps up on your face, looking up as your eyes start to glisten under the lights. “you don’t get it.”
“what do you mean?”
“i miss you,” you say in a sigh. “i thought you said you loved me too?”
“i did,” logan nods. then he corrects himself: “i do.”
“i still think of you,” you admit with a small smile. you laugh dryly to yourself before looking ahead at the playground. “sometimes i wonder how different our lives would be if i’d just never… stopped waiting.”
logan rests his head on the chain that holds the swing up. “sometimes i wonder how nice it’d be if i’d just,” he sighs, “chosen you.”
“same.”
he can see himself on the playground with you all those years ago. sitting in the structure, giggling with one another as you talk about your separate lives.
your lives seem to come together when you’re on that playground, though you walk separate paths that would prove to be more detrimental to your friendship.
you’d indulge one another in gossip the other had no idea about, but tried their hardest to relate and mirror frustrations. more often than not, a notebook is laid down on the ground between you while you try to draw out the situation of said gossips.
it always makes logan cringe thinking of how invested he’d gotten in your drama with your friends.
“i’m seeing somebody,” you whisper.
“i heard from mum.”
“yeah.”
logan takes a few breaths. “is he good to you?”
you nod. he just smiles then plants his feet into the ground. “that’s good. i’m so happy for you.”
“he’s not you, though, logan.”
he turns his head, looking at you in shock. “what?”
“i want you to tell me i’ve made a mistake,” you say flatly, turning your head to look at him with a frown. “tell me i shouldn’t be with him.”
“i can’t say that to you,” logan frowns, eyebrows furrowing at your sudden request. “i can’t decide that for you.”
you take a deep breath, shakily letting it out. “tell me you still want me, logan. and i’m all yours.” you sigh. “but i need you to say it to my face. cause i won’t wait for you if you don’t ask me to stay.”
logan searches your eyes for any sort of hesitation, or signs of backing off. but he doesn’t. you’ve got that same glimmer in your eye that he’s seen over and over again.
“i do,” he sighs, shaking his head. “i really do. but i can’t promise you anything. i’ll only break your heart. you know this. we lead two very different lives.”
you shrug, dropping your head again. “we could make it work. you’ll never really know.”
“please don’t do this. you’re with somebody else who gives you the world, i’m sure,” he tried to explain to you. “better than i can. you know at least that for a fact.”
you finally stand up, fists clenched by your side. “i can see it in your eyes, logan. you don’t want things to be this way — i’m giving you a chance to change the course of things.”
he looks up at you, lips parted and mind running with thoughts that all contradicted one another.
not talking to you took a while to get used to. especially when he moved up to formula 1, it was hard to find someone to talk to who would listen to him talk without judgement.
he needed your presence the most when he felt so out of place in his environment; like he was an imposter who didn’t deserve to be where he did.
your sudden departure from his life took a harder hit than he cares to admit. he thought about you every single day: the one person who can tell which smiles he fakes on the daily.
the ultimatum you’re giving him is too tough to make a decision on the spot. in hindsight, he’s not only breaking your heart, but also his.
logan sighs, standing up to tower over you. he hovers a hand over your shoulder. “let me drive you home.”
“no, come on, logan!” you shove his hand away from you and stumble a step back. “do something for once! risk something!”
“it’s not that easy.”
“but it is,” you say, matter-of-factly, giving him a stare of indifference. you hold your arms up by your side and raise your eyebrows. “i know my pain is such an imposition. but i’m tired of feeling like this when i know how you feel for me!
“when i know how to make this pain go away. work with me here, logan.”
“i can’t do that because there are more important things on the line for me right now!” logan spits at you, throwing his hands into the air. “i do, okay! i do love you! i think about you every single day, but i can’t throw away everything i’ve ever worked for just to be with you!”
“who says you’ve got to do that?” you shout back, shoving him slightly. “i’m asking you to choose me alongside everything you’ve got, not drop your entire career for me!”
“i’m a fucking laughing stock, do you not see what’s circulating the internet?” he asks exasperatedly with an eyeroll. “you don’t want that going for you. i’ve got bigger things to work on.”
he turns on his heel and walks towards his truck. when he doesn’t hear your footsteps following him, he stops halfway and turns to you. “get in the car, i’m driving you back.”
“so this is how it’s going to be?” you laugh dryly, gesturing at your surroundings with a finger point. “you’re just going to push me aside because you think you can’t give me what i need?”
“i don’t think it — i know so.”
“and what exactly is it that you think i need?”
“somebody to show up for you when it matters,” logan huffs, slowly making his way back over to you. “somebody who can love you even on his worst days; who can take you out on dates, love you on your bad days, and just be there for you.
“i can’t even do that for myself. what the hell makes you think i can do all of that for you?”
he stops right in front of you, chest heaving from frustration and eyebrows furrowed as he towers over you. “i won’t be the person who can give you what you need. not now, i’m still working to be better.”
“you don’t know that.”
“i’m done with this conversation, (y/n),” he sighs, taking a step back. the smell of your perfume increases his urge to just pull you into his arms, but he can’t do that to you, himself, or the guy you’re with. “get in the car, i’m driving you home.”
"fine, whatever," you snap, folding your arms over your chest and stomping towards him to reach the white pickup truck by the corner.
when he planned on coming home for the winter break, you reaching out was never one of his things to expect. he thought that you were absolutely done with him, given that you hadn't talked to him in nearly two years.
his brothers giving him flack for his formula 1 season, maybe, but you confessing your feelings for him all over again? he hadn't ever thought about it in a million years.
when he climbs into the driver's seat, you've already fastened your seatbelt. your legs are crossed, like your arms over your chest, and your body is tilted towards the window.
logan sighs. "(y/n). please understand it from my side. i don't want to hurt you any more than i already have. you don't deserve this."
you still don't meet his eyes. your eyes are trained on the dark scenery outside with a prominent frown on your face. "just take me back to my parents' house."
"what about your apartment?"
"i put it out on the market a month ago," you admit softly as logan turns on the engine. "i'm moving out of miami."
now, logan is typically a well-tempered person. growing up with brothers, it's definitely one way to train that aspect of yourself.
but the last time he had asked you to reconsider moving to the united kingdom with him after graduation, you had refused. because your life is here in miami: your family, your friends, and everything you've ever known.
all of a sudden, you're moving out of here?
he hadn't faulted you initially, but he might just start seeing a change of heart if it comes down to this.
logan shifts in his seat uncomfortably, lifting his foot from the gas pedal. suddenly he's curious to know more about what's going on in your life: moving out of the house is one thing for you, but moving to a completely different place is something else.
"where are you going?"
"new york for a couple months," you say, staring at the street ahead. "just for some training. after that, i'm off to germany. i got a job offer."
"what about your boyfriend?"
"i haven't told him about it yet," you shrug, "i've been thinking of you too much to consider what is to come of the relationship eventually."
"you shouldn't do that. i'm not your boyfriend."
a dry scoff passes your lips. "thanks, i actually know that."
he pulls up to the front yard of his home. pulling up the handbrake, he turns to you with a hand on the backrest of your seat. "i'm serious. don't sabotage whatever you've got going on for you. embrace it."
"really?" you scrunch your nose as you turn to face him. "life advice from someone who keeps sabotaging all of the lifelines i keep throwing out for him to save what we had going on for years?"
logan sighs. he raises his hands to surrender. "fine. do what you want. i only want the best for you and i know it's not me."
"whatever, logan," you scoff, taking off your seatbelt. you throw it back into place and unlock the car door, pushing it open. "i won't be around forever: remember that."
you crawl out and slam the door behind you. all logan can do is sink in his seat and watch you cross the road, walk up to your front door and shut that behind you as well. you don't spare him another look, which is when it all washes over him like tsunami waves.
but as much as he wants you, he will have to stand true to his words. because he knows his truth: he isn't the person you deserve to be with.
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Crazy idea for toxic husband simon? Lets send them to couples counselling >:]
hehe i love this idea! sorry this took so long i pondered over how to write it, but i like how it turned out! these two deserve a brief reprieve from all the angst so enjoy this little glimmer of hope <3
“i still don’t think we need to do this, love”
“so, you’ve said. can you please just go get the kids ready to leave, im not finished getting ready.” you mentally count down from ten while leaning over the bathroom sink attempting to finish up your makeup. you know by the time you hit ten, simon will have volleyed back some comment you’re in no mood to hear.
“’s therapy, not a fashion show. dont even get why you’re getting dolled up anyway.” he’s unbelievably predictable.
you roll your eyes and stare pointedly in his direction. “you know if you’re trying to convince me you still love me, you should try just saying ‘wow babe you look beautiful, of course i’ll get the kids ready’.” simon squints his eyes at you as if he’s actually considering what you’re saying, huffs, and stalks off in the direction of your daughters’ room.
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maybe your husband(?) was right, this does feel stupid. you two are sitting in a far too stuffy room with plain decorations, on a too-plush couch that makes you sink further with every movement. you don't even realize the therapist is asking you something until simon places a hand on your bouncing knee, stilling it to catch your attention. your heart shouldn’t stutter at the small display of affection, but simon hadn’t touched you in so long the touch melted the icy feelings you had towards him.
the session goes far better than you had expected. you didn’t think simon would open up much, but he was a lot more willing to admit his faults than you figured he’d be. you couldn’t help but stare at him incredulously, where was this man when you two were at home? when you were begging and pleading for help with literally any and everything? a part of you starts to feel bad when simon’s revealing his feelings of depression and worthlessness, not that you’re giving him a pass for the years of transgression, but once upon a time he was your soulmate and your heartbreaks knowing he was in so much pain.
maybe you didn’t see it because you were blinded by rage, or because you were so exhausted day in and day out, you didn’t have time to think of anything other than being a mom. you both come to the realization, with the therapist’s help of course, that you were both so eager to rush into life that you never stopped to consider what that would actually look like. you wanted a baby so badly that even when things started to snowball into madness you two convinced yourselves that this was just the way it was and that it had to be worth it somehow.
as you’re both walking back to the car, you leave feeling a whole lot lighter than when you went in. sure no major hurdles were cleared. you weren’t sure when you’d be able to kiss and love on your husband again without being confronted with everything he wasn’t doing, but you two are going to take it slow and learn to listen to each other. give and take. push and pull. as you slide into the passenger seat, simon tugs gently at one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours.
“i know i can’t take back the past, but i’m serious about changing. i want to be better for you, for us, and for our girls.”
you’re not sure what you had expected him to say, but his words have your breath caught in your throat. you distinctly remember a time when he promised he would be good to you, and he failed. you wanted to badly to believe him now, hearing the sincerity in his voice. warring between what the angry part of you wants to say and what the hopeful part of you wants to say, you land on a simple response of “okay”
“okay?”
“yes, okay. i’m not ready to forgive you yet and i don’t know when i ever will be. but i am saying that i will try.” his eyes lock with yours and you can see the emotion brewing in them, he doesn’t offer any words back. he simply squeezes your hand three times in quick succession. i love you. maybe just maybe things will work out this time.
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Hi I saw your requests are open you don’t have to write anything if you don’t want to but I had this idea and I wanted to share
I was thinking of meting Charles on Monaco maybe during Sumer break or something, and being a little homesick so he decides to take us to a bookstore (sorry I just like to rad a lot you can change the place) and just talking about like a book he likes and just sitting on the floor with him looking for something to read and getting romantic
Idk if it makes sense but thank you and have a nice day/night
Home is Where You Are
Charles leclerc x reader
Genre: fluff
Request: Yes! I hope you enjoy it, I thought the idea was super cute! I'm open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, George, and Daniel. Also, up for poly fics if anyone is interested. (If you have too much love to go around, clap your hands)
Summary: living with Charles is a dream come true. Longing for home, though, can strike anyone. Good thing he's there to help you through it until you can find time to go visit.
Warnings: home sickness, straight fluff
Notes: written in second person. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!
Also, I've sent up my account to let tips be enabled. I was debating whether or not to say this because i dont want to sound like im begging, but frankly, people opinions do not matter me me. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider tipping my posts or my blog. I put a lot of effort into my writing, and it would mean the world to me. Obviously, I won't have my feelings hurt if you ignor this, but I wanted to put it out there.
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You and Charles had been together for a while now. Managing to do some long distance when you couldn't travel with him.
Now you were engaged, and you said yes. Knowing you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.
You traveled more now. Finding yourself in different countries for the majority of the year. But you always went back home when you could. The family and familiarity bringing you comfort.
When Charles asked you to move in with him, you'd been happy. The two of you now completely together. Ready to share your lives with each other.
You were lucky you could take your job anywhere. The traveling often helping provide inspiration for your novel.
Charles made sure you felt comfortable in his, now yours as well, apartment. Making sure you had your favorite foods. He purchased an entire bookshelf just for you. He even stockpiled the apartment with soft blanket.
It was a dream come true for you.
You loved it. Waking up with Charles. Eating breakfast with him. Not having to FaceTime him to say goodnight for half the year.
When the summer break for formula 1 came around, you found yourself wanting to go back to your home country. You'd been back in Monaco for less than a week, but the days had you missing things you didn't realize you would.
You liked it in Monaco. It's your home now. But it didn't stop your mind from wandering back to the streets you grew up on. To your friends and family. The shops you frequented.
That's how Charles found you. Sitting at the table, staring into your cup of tea. Lost in the world of your subconscious.
"Mon Amour? Are you alright?"
His voice dragged out out of your thoughts. Your eyes dragging themselves to his face as he found a spot next to you.
He knew something was wrong. There was really no point in trying to lie when it was written all over your body.
You run your finger around the rim of your glass. Taking comfort in Charles nimble fingers running up and down your arm.
"Just a bit homesick, I guess." You confessed. Sighing at your relentless thoughts. Pulling your heart deeper into its sad state.
Charles hums in response. Considering what you'd said to him. "I think I know how to cheer you up." He smirks.
Charles couldn't take you back to your home country currently. You'd been working ridiculously hard, and he'd been busy doing sim work. He'd get you there soon, but for now, he'd settle for trying to get your mind off things.
An hour later, you were dressed and walking down the streets of Monaco. Nonclue where Charles was taking you. Just giggling as he held your hand and pulled you along with him. The two of you are making conversation about anything that pops into your heads.
Charles was basking in the warmth of your smile. So much so that he almost missed his intended destination. A little corner store with a vintage looking sign reading 'Nook's Books'.
"Here we are." He smiled and opened the door for you. A little bell rang to alert the owner that someone had entered.
Charles watched as your mouth opened in awe. Taking in the shelves lined top to bottom with books new and old. "I thought you might like it."
"Why did I never know about this?"
"It's hidden away, so those who don't know the city will have a harder time finding it. It's our own little corner of peace." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was going to surprise you right before the wedding."
It didn't take long for you to grab Charles' hand and lead him down the rows of books.
You'd found many books that you liked and had picked a spot on the floor to look through them.
Charles couldn't help but admire you. On the floor surrounded by books. You looked adorable in his eyes.
He plopped down next to you and spread out his arms and legs. Inviting you without words to come rest your body against his. You happy oblige. Crawling into the safety of his arms.
You spent hours in the small store. Charles listening intently as you either talked about a book or read chapters from one.
The twobof you finally left when the store was about to close. Having spent so much time there that it was now dark outside. The streets illuminated with the orangey hue of lampposts.
Charles spun you around as you walked, Making you giggle. Completely unbothered by the nightlife of Monaco.
When you two made it to the outside of the apartment building, Charles pulled you into him.
"I know I can't get you back to your family right now, but are you feeling a bit better?"
"Yes, thank you, for everything." Your eyes met his soft gaze.
"No thanks needed. I was simply doing my job." He chuckled. Leaning in closer to you.
Finally, his lips landed on yours. A loving kiss shared between you two. But this time, when he kissed you, you knew Charles was your home.
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IM HERE AGAIN!! Anyways, can you do Yuji with your prompts 23 and 37 with a reader who keeps trying to escape?
I can try, sure! Doing an AU where you knew each other in Jujutsu High but once you graduated and grew older you went on to become advanced Sorcerers. It's unknown if Yuji still has Sukuna or not. Sorry if the plot isn't to your liking, I didn't have a lot to work with since Yuji is so tame on his own.
Yandere! Yuji Itadori Prompts 23 + 37
"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."
"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Stalking, Isolation, Talks of marriage, Toxic themes, Clingy behavior, Slight starvation (You're choosing not to eat a lot), Implied mind break, Yuji is delusional yet a little lucid, Consensual turned forced relationship.
Yuji Itadori has been your boyfriend since graduation. He had been hopelessly in love with you ever since you two started to dedicate yourselves more to your field and each other. Life's been good in your eyes, especially since Yuji has only ever been getting better when handling himself.
So how did things get so bad?
Nowadays instead of being a happy couple, you're trapped in your apartment. Yuji was adamant when you both graduated to move in together. You both shared the rent and took care of one another.
You didn't mind that...
Until Yuji kept trying to keep you in the apartment.
You wonder what went wrong. Yuji always seemed like such a kind and innocent boyfriend. Always easily excited and clingy with you. It was cute.
You wonder if things began to go wrong when Yuji had brought up marriage.
You still remember when he first brought up the question. You had been dating for around five years when he bounded up to you with a grin on his face. Before you could even ask him what he was so eager about, he held both of your hands tightly.
"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"
It was cute how excited he sounded when he brought it up. In fact, if you were ready for it you might've even considered it. He looked so happy.
However, as a new graduate, you were too focused on improving as a Sorcerer to consider marriage with your high school sweetheart. Curses still ran rampant even after graduation. So at the time, you were focused on your career.
"I'm sorry, baby..." You had said, your heart nearly breaking at the look of betrayal on your boyfriend's face. "It just doesn't seem safe right now... we both have a career to keep up with."
"R-Right... I understand!" Yuji has responded with a saddened smile, embracing you tightly.
Back then... you thought that was that.
You wanted to consider marriage in the future. You two had been together for a long time now. Although... you just wanted to focus on more important things right now.
However... now six years in... you begin to wonder if you should've just... accepted or called off the relationship entirely.
"Baby..." Yuji frowns softly, looking at you on the bed. In only a year you looked so much different than the graduate you once were. You looked tired and much thinner now. Yuji had been feeding you, but you just... didn't want any food from him.
"Baby, please look at me..." Yuji tries again, inching closer to sit on the bed. He feels guilt creep into him when he sees you curled in on yourself. Part of him knew this was his fault... but hated the idea of acknowledging it.
Recently you've been escaping the apartment a lot. It had started with arguments, you wanting to continue being a Sorcerer while Yuji wanted you to stay at home so he could protect you. But... every couple has their quarrels, no?
That is until Yuji felt he should be more strict. He begged you not to leave, that he was worried about you and wanted you to stay home. At first, you complied and stayed home a few days to soothe your boyfriend's worries.
Then he stopped letting you out.
Each time you left the apartment by sabotaging locks or playing nice, Yuji would chase you down again. For months you kept trying to leave, both the relationship and apartment. Yet Yuji never relented.
In his eyes you are meant to be together...
Delusional just enough to ignore how you feel about the situation.
Right up until you were curled up in your room, refusing to leave because, well, why bother?
Yuji perks up when he sees your body shudder. A breathy noise akin to a sob leaves your mouth, making Yuji's heart clench. He acts fast, throwing himself on the bed and holding out his arms.
"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Yuji's words are comforting, as though you're both still loving partners. His embrace feels hot and cagey against your skin. However, you lean in reluctantly.
Did you love him even now?
Yuji is careful to be caring despite all that's happened. He kisses the top of your head lovingly as you sob against him. Hearing you sad makes his grip tighten... a glare thrown towards the wall as he thinks to himself.
He hopes you get better, he really does. He wants to make you his cute little spouse that he can take care of. Although, Yuji is willing to wait until you're feeling... better before bringing it up again.
"Love you so much it hurts...." Yuji murmurs, squeezing you affectionately as he nuzzles into your hair. You say nothing, which is expected, you did recently go against his house rules again.
But... that's okay! Yuji is aware of how determined you are. He just... needs to be patient and protect you like he always has been.
You may be upset now... yet he knows that will change. With a little more waiting... you two can be happy again! When another sob rocks your body, Yuji just holds you tighter... oblivious to how crushing his embrace is.
Partners must stick by one another, right?
He'll stick by you until you're better... then you two can go back to normal and maybe even get engaged!
He's already picked out the ring....
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okay i finally caved and wanted to talk about my idea for a nishruu inspired monster of sorts? i just enjoy rambling a little bit as you may be able to tell
so nishruu. red whisps that endlessly hunt down magic and magical items to sate their hunger, so these creatures are a nightmare for mages and magic wielders. all of my knowledge for these guys comes from dnd, so ill have to take a few creative liberties but im not complaining! pure nishruus are rare - as well as humans that have under some circumstances become fused with these little magic eaters. they're slightly similar to wraiths - having whispy bodies that are impossible to contain considering how they can slip through even the smallest of cracks. they look... mostly human, besides the way their forearms, into their hands, fade into a red mist that flows off of their form, and how they can turn fully into whisps and slip away. these half-nishruus rely on magic to sustain themselves the same, so it isn't uncommon for these acceptionally rare monsters to seek out mages or other magic wielders and make a deal. i really love symbiosis - and considering that half-nishruus have human intelligence, making a deal is typically the best plan for them.
the deals are usually simple - in exchange for some magic to keep them sustained, the nishruus will fight to keep the person they made the deal with alive. after all, it's wise for them to keep their... supplier? alive, considering how many magic wielders will likely throw salt the second they see red whisps. oh, and nishruus main weaknesses are salt. it deals damage similar to poison to them. some magic wielders have even been spotted with sealed amulets containing a strange red substance inside, containing these nishruus until battle comes, where they release the magic eaters (which are likely very hungry) to aid them against any enemies who may have magical weapons or spells
also just imagining a nishruu hybrid crawling over to ifrit and begging for a deal, then ifrit keeps them like a pokemon lmao
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Okay this is cool and got me brain doing the hyperfocusing thingy so here's a noncannon blurb with Ifrit set at a time when Ifrit's been, mostly, redeemed lol. Probably doesn't make much sense but idk
You stare at Price, unmoving, unblinking. Then your gaze slowly slides to the man sitting across Price's desk. Corporal Simmons shrinks into himself, shoulders hunching and looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't know why he feels like a little boy in your presence, he's your superior for fuck's sake, but the way you look at him. . . if fucking scares him.
Finally, you speak, voice softer than Simmons expected it to be. It only makes the cold edge to it press against his throat harder. "Captain, with all due respect, which is none." You say, your hard gaze falling back to Captain Price. "What the fuck?"
Price lets out a low sigh, already done with your shit yesterday. "Don't make me write you up private." You both know he won't, you've said and done worse things than this. "You heard me clearly."
"Yeah, I heard you." You say, unable to hide the way your muscles tense, your fingers curled into fists. "I just don't understand why I have to keep the damn leech alive."
Simmon's tries to speak up, "Hey, I'm not-"
"Shut your mouth." The way you say it leaves no room for argument. Even without using magic, Simmons can feel the way it simmers beneath your skin, like lava bubbling beneath the earth. So plentiful and vast it makes his mouth water, stomach coiling itself into knots as red smoke fizzles at his fingers. God, he's so hungry, he hasn't eaten in weeks.
"Captain, there are other mages that would be more than happy to have this parasite attached to them." You grunt, motioning loosely to Simmons. "I don't get why I have to feed the damn thing." You make your disgust for Simmon's painfully clear.
"That's enough private." Price's growl forces you to listen, your attention on him as he stands. "This is an order." His hand reaches out to grip your chin, his touch making your skin prickle even when the balaclava you wear dampens the touch. "You will follow." His blue eyes stare into yours, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. It's almost endearing, the way he does it, but you know enough about dragons to see the hidden dominance in his touch. "Am I clear?"
You feel yourself frown, your eyes narrowing. "If it tries anything funny I'm taking it behind the barn and putting it down."
"Ifrit." The latter half of your callsign rolls off his tongue into a low rumble. Price tightens the hold on your chin, making it clear you're skirting the line of how much you can push before he needs to tan your ass to get some obedience back in you.
It makes your lightning prickle beneath your skin, "Yes sir." You grumble. "I understand."
"Good mage." He tuts and lets you go, "Dismissed."
You nod your head, your eye catching Simmon's as you turn to your heel. "Follow." You say, the sharpness in your voice making him scramble out of his seat after you. He sticks close to you as you walk through the hallways until you reach the training area, the walls and floors singed and blackened from weeks of training.
"Just so you know." You say, turning to look at Simmons. "As far as I'm concerned, death would suit you better." You say as you take off your glove, revealing the cooled mana texture of your mage marks. You hold your hand out, your fingertips starting to glow as you let a bit of mana flow to your palms.
Simmon's nearly stumbles over his feet, hands reaching out to hold your hand. He can't help but moan as he presses his lips to your palm, the smoke coming from his arms curling around your skin. He feels like a starving man finally getting a glass of water, feeling the mana flow into his body. He feels hot, his tongue tingles like he's just eaten something spicy, but god if feels wonderful.
He doesn't think he's ever met a mage with so much plentiful mana as you, his teeth nibbling on the volcanic chunks of your palm as he devours more mana. It curls in his belly, traveling through his veins, making him feel so warm and he just wants more, more, More—
"That's enough." You growl, pulling your hand back and quickly putting your glove back on. "Should be enough for a week." You grunt, leaving him standing where he is.
#gnome's tea break#gnome correspondence#🪸anon#hell has a basement floor series#non cannon#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#cod modern warfare#cod x reader
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A Helen of Troy-Esque Au where Soap is chosen by the gods to decide xyz thing and picks Ghost who promises to give him the most beautiful woman in the world and he ends up picking Reader. And now both of you are Ghost’s pets because he decides he likes you too much to let you go. :) or a Hephaestus/Aphrodite-esque au with horribly disfigured Soap who wants nothing more then the beautiful goddess who smiles at him from across the room. And one day he begs you to come to his forge, says he has a surprise for you, a beautiful golden throne he spent days making. Gold and iron and silver roses decorating it all around with the softest looking bear skin filled with cotton and wool to act as a cushion. Except when you sit on it and try to relax, suddenly cuffs come up from arms and keep you trapped. And they’re so strong threat no matter your kicking and squealing, you can’t get out. Can only cry as Soap licks up your tears, palming himself with one hand as the other gropes your tits. Guess Ares!Ghost will just have to come save you! (And end up joining in the fun) - 🕸
ok wait wait i see your aphrodite!reader idea but i think you've got it switched. i feel like ghost as hephaestus and soap as ares makes more sense
ghost, who's so ugly that he wears a fucking mask because he's tired of the pity he gets from the other gods. ghost, who's married to the goddamn goddess of beauty because of some sick cosmic joke (aka idk who hera would be)
consider: ghost who's never even met his wife. he has an image of her in his head already and he just can't imagine she's anything but a vapid, shallow bitch who wouldn't give him the time of day. giving incel vibes tbh
and reader, the goddess of love who's husband couldn't have less interest in her. hurts like hell, but eventually she decides Fuck That guy and finds her own love, with the charming-but-cocky god of war. #PowerCouple
and soap is like oh fuck yeah, a beautiful woman wants to be his and he gets to fuck with ghost at the same time? oh buddy things couldn't be going better for him. so he makes sure he's seen constantly with his pretty goddess, starts wars for her and fights in her honor, does absolutely everything in his power to make sure ghost sees that soap's the one with his wife on his arm
this could go a few ways but im thinkinggggg maybe ghost decided Oh Hell No. he may have always had a bit of a thing for that punk god of war, but he cannot let Johnny flaunt his wife all over olympus. so he starts a very slow (and frankly awkward) courting process with his own wife
and poor reader, she's so conflicted :( she's definitely in love with johnny, but the more her husband pursues her the more she feels for him, the more she really wishes their marriage was real
one day he lures her back to the forge with promises of gifts and, just like you said, locks her to his throne :(
hours, maybe even days later johnny storms into the forge, determined to drag his pretty pretty girl away from the asshole god of fire, only to find her naked and slick, tied to a stunning throne, with ghost knelt between her knees
and she cries out - in ecstasy or relief? - when she sees him, begs - for help or for more?
and she's truly convinced that johnny will help her, will tear her brute of a husband away so she can storm up to olympus and demand retribution
but instead he just moves forward and slowly sinks to his knees beside ghost, eyes locked on her cunt
(it can't be the worst thing to share, can it?)
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Okay, I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of an abby that doesn't realise how hot she is. Not in a cocky way, more like she is genuinely baffled by the idea that a person that she knows and likes can see her that way. Like, she assumes you're being a bitchy mean girl because you keep staring at her in the gym, and she thinks that you're gossiping about her whenever she walks in the room because you have to physically turn away to stop yourself staring so it looks like you're hiding something.
You two end up alone together for some reason and she's finding out that you're not actually the worst, when you ask her why she keeps going back to boat boy. She tells you that it's not like she has any other options, which... no, you're not standing for that. So you decide to go for it and you shift closer to her, running your hand over her shoulder and clavicle in what could be considered a purely comforting way, if your voice didn't catch slightly when your hand makes contact because God you love feeling her muscles. You tell her something like 'Abby, chicks dig muscles, I assure you' or maybe you get really bold and lean in to whisper 'there must be someone who wants to watch these muscles writhe'. But she swats away your hand and tells you not to make fun of her because *she thinks you're making fun of her*.
So you bring out the big guns. Huffing out 'I can't believe I have to do this' under your breath, you swing your leg over her lap, grab her face to make her look you in the eyes, and say 'Abigail Anderson, I will only say this once because this really isn't my usual style, but I need you to know that i would give up food for a week for the chance to make you come once. And i know that you're used to... well, just know that only seeing that once in a night would be a fucking tragedy for me. I get it if you don't see me that way, but you must know you have better options than a guy who doesn't know what foreplay is.' And she'd open her mouth to defend him reflexively, but your hand would slip from where it held her jaw to rest on her chest as you said 'Please have some self-respect. You deserve more'
And the two of you would sit there for a bit with her gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, and her mouth repeatedly starting to form a sentence that never comes. So you decide to help her out and ask 'can I kiss you or should I get off of you?' but she just looks more shell shocked at that. So you move to get off her, mumbling your apologies, but her hands grab your thighs lightning fast so you turn back to her and the look on her face makes you smirk. She breaks eye contact, her eyes searching the room in thought for a moment before she looks even more incredulous and just says '.....what?!?...' And you realise that you can have some fun so you roll your eyes, adjust your position straddling her thighs, and say 'fine, I meant to say: May I kiss you, pretty please? ... or should I get off of you?'.
And then you'd fuck and it'd be great but the thing she'd remember most would be the little noises of appreciation that you'd make as your hands and mouth ran over her body, because you couldn't believe how fucking perfect all of it was. But realising that the muscle was something to be praised or worshipped, rather than an obstacle to be looked past, would rock her to her core. And Owen would evaporate immediately after her second orgasm of the night because he's so violently allergic to good sex that it can kill him from miles away.
The end. Thanks for reading my little story. Tune in next week for more 'why the fuck is this in my ask-box?'
anon im foaming at the mouth ,, you massacred this you captured it so well. i beg you to never stop sending me stuff like this bc 😵💫
#misc#tlou#abby anderson#tlou2#abby tlou#abby anderson x reader#the last of us#x reader#abby anderson ff
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Anywhere is Better with You - Eddie Munson
Summary: You come back to Hawkins two years after graduating only to find out that your friends' dungeon master is someone from your past. (4.7k words)
Warnings: smut, implied intoxicated smut, cursing
Pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
A/N: like everyone else on here, im head over heels in love with this fictional character. i got this idea and put it down in less than 24hours. not revised and might be a tad sloppy, but nonetheless maybe ive gotten my writing chops again.
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It was weird to put it bluntly. Weird being back in Hawkins.
You never thought you’d come back after that incredulous, almost dreamlike, school year of 1983-1984. It was your senior year. You were friends with power couple at the time, Steve and Nancy. Nancy’s kid brother, Mike and his friends pulled you into this out of world adventure of finding a fragile, but telepathic, girl by the name of Eleven and defeating this monster called a demogorgon. As soon as you walked across that stage with your diploma in your hand, you peaced the fuck out of there,hoping to never to come back… but your life had other plans.
Of course you had kept in contact with Nancy and she always asked when you planned on coming back even for just a visit. You worked, lived, and breathed NYC though and it was hard to get away, but you found an exception some two years later. Nancy had mentioned in a phone call that she was head of the newspaper, she was working on covering the potential basketball champions of Hawkins High if they won. They were still in the tournament, just a couple more games to go. She practically begged and you didn’t understand why until you were sitting in her living room, college applications sprawled out across the floor and coffee table.
“Look, see! I want to go here!” Nancy exclaimed excitedly holding up a brochure for some college on the East Coast. “I want to get away from this place, Y/N. I want to get away like you. Jonathan left…” There was a soft sigh that escaped her lips. Her wide blue eyes looked sad, but unsure. “We keep saying we’re going to go to the same college, but I don’t know anymore. He’s been distant and probably I have been too. I don’t know how this long distance thing is supposed to work.” Nancy mused.
You reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder to console her. “You will figure it out.” you said confidently to boost her mood up. “Seriously, any place is better than here.”
The two of you continued talking, trying to keep an upbeat mood and helping her narrow down her college choices. If it had been easy for you, it would be much easier for Nancy. She was brilliant.
You were supposed to get together soon with Steve and his friend, Robin for a hangout. Nancy mentioned that although she was no longer with Steve, they were still pretty close… considering that they had saved the world two more times since you had left Hawkins.
It wasn’t long before the Wheeler’s front door abruptly opened and loud, boisterous voices carried into the living room.
“HEY!” a voice that you barely recognized announced. “Who’s car is that in front of our house?!” The voice was Mike’s you figured out when he stepped into view, his friend Dustin coming up behind him. The last time you’d seen the two, they were practically minute. Tiny boys with tiny voices. Now they were in the midst of puberty and Mike, just from your view from the couch, for sure towered over you.
“Holy shit!” Dustin called out, seeing you now where you were sitting. “Y/N, Mike! It’s Y/N!”
Mike took notice and suddenly the two boys were collapsing on top of you, hugging and speaking in rapid, inconherable voices.
There was a fast interchange of How you been, What you been up, etc. Nancy had to push them out of the living room when they brought up Dungeons and Dragons. You were not the avid player that they were, but you knew of the game and was pretty familiar with the rules.
“Nancy, pleeease!” Mike whined as he put his jacket on over a shirt that read Hellfire Club. “Y/N, tell Nancy that you want to see us play. We have to pick up Lucas on the way back to school. You will definitely like our dungeon master!”
Dustin agreed with his lanky friend. “Yeah! He’s so cool! He’s old or whatever, but he’s fuckin’ amazing.”
It took a lot of convincing Nancy that you were fine with hanging with her younger brother and nerdy friends.
“I’ll meet you up at Steve’s later.” You promised as you stepped out the front door with Mike and Dustin in the lead. “I promise, this is not a burden. I miss these kiddies as much as they did me. I only wish I could see Will and El too.” You mused. Nancy shrugged, still not sure whether or not it was a good idea for you to be dragged to some D&D sesh. You sensed that there was something else that she wasn’t saying, but decided that whatever it was, she would tell you later.
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After picking up Lucas from his house and all three teens boys were scrunched into your not so big car, you headed to your alma mater. Lucas was chatting in the front seat, telling you about how he had joined the basketball team when they got into high school, but had to keep his nerd side a secret. Mike scoffed and mentioned something about real friends. Lucas pretended to not hear him and continued the small conversation by changing the subject to a girl named Max. You had heard a lot about her from conversations and letters from Nancy but had never met her. She seemed like an overall sweet girl and a good fit for Lucas Sinclair, but he did mention that they had broken up after the mall accident and her brother dying.
When you got to the school, you weren’t even in park when the boys all began to scramble out, rushing to get inside.
“We’re late!” Dustin remarked.
“I swear this fucking watch is broken.” Mike commented, looking at the timex on his wrist and shaking it furiously. “Agh!!”
You followed them into the school and the memories of your high school years immediately flooded your mind. You looked around and reminisced about past classes, teachers, friends, parties, clubs, boyfriends, hook-ups, kisses…
“Y/N! We don’t have time for you to get all weepy!” Mike beckoned you out of your thoughts, turning back to look at you impatiently. You laughed as you sped up your walk to catch up.
“You’re late, freshman.” a low, calculating voice said as the four of you entered what you thought was a very decorated AV room. There were Christmas lights hanging around the room of all colors and candles lit up, posters of horror films and books on the walls, film equipment abandoned in the corners. In the middle was a table big enough to fit at least 10 people. There were all sorts of game pieces and an assortment of snacks to tide over everyone’s hunger.
“Sorry, sorry.” Mike, Dustin, and Lucas said simultaneously as they got into their assigned positions, pulling out their costumes from their backpacks that you hadn’t even noticed that they had brought. You didn’t know where to go, but Dustin had made a head motion towards the head of the table.
This so-called dungeon master hadn’t even bothered to look up at them, but was so inclined to be sitting on an actual throne. That chair had to come from the drama theater room. You cautiously scuttled to the throne and cleared your throat before speaking.
“Sorry they’re late. That was my fault.” You said even though you hadn’t been aware that there was a specific time they had to arrive and like Mike had mentioned, his watch was broken.
The guy sitting at the throne laughed an almost evil laugh. His wavy hair was covering his face, but you felt you knew this laugh. “Excuses.” he muttered, now pushing his hair back from his face as he raised his head to look at you.
Eddie Munson’s big, beautiful, brown eyes stared you down. You know your face must have been one of shock, but not Eddie’s. He was cool, collected, and calm. A smile spread across his face as he took you in.
“Well, well, well…” he began flicking his eyes over you and then looked at your three teen friends. “I didn’t know you were acquainted with Wheeler, Henderson, and Sinclair.” His eyes flashed back to you and you could feel a warmth spread over your face… were you actually fucking blushing?
“You know Y/N?” Lucas questioned, looking between you and the now-long haired Eddie. Eddie shrugged so nonchalantly and you nodded slowly. “Weird.” he mumbled. Eddie shrugged again before motioning at the empty chair to the left of him. He didn’t have to say any words for you to understand that it was a hint for you to sit.
Eddie was still in high school? You questioned yourself as Eddie began to ramble off the rules for their game. But how?! The last time you had seen him, you were both seniors.
As the game progressed and you watched with feigned fascination your mind was swirling with the past.
You’d known Eddie since elementary school. He had always been a troublemaker and against the patriarchy type of person, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t smart as hell. In fact, you thought Eddie was even smarter than you. He just didn’t like to show it. He hadn’t had the best childhood growing up, you definitely knew that. He hated seeing his uncle almost kill himself everyday just to support the two of them. You’d known for a fact that Eddie wasn’t ready to do the same. Is that why he’s still in school?
You peeked a glance at the 20 year old boy. His hair had grown out so much since the last time you’d seen each other. His face was clean-shaven, but you could see a bit of stubble starting to poke out. He hated facial hair; he shaved every day. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled after a good play and that made you smile. You had missed him… there was no denying that.
Eddie and you had had a bit of history. You had almost every class in high school together. You hadn’t belonged to any particular group in school, but you had gotten along with almost everyone. You always wondered if the reason you hadn’t advanced up the social ladder was because you had been openly friends with Eddie. You didn’t regret that you had been though. Eddie was an amazing guy.
But things during your senior year and Eddie’s first of many senior years hadn’t ended particularly well. You had had your fair share of suitors at this point in time and although Eddie was “a freak,” girls were no stranger to him. Word had spread that he was well endowed beneath his ripped jeans so girls were secretly banging him and he wasn’t complaining. Girls or her former classmates to be exact, bragged about “climbing the Freak” in the restroom between class changes.
At first you didn’t understand what all the talk was about even after being questioned if you had conquested Eddie before anyone else since you were close to him. But after all that happened when Eleven was discovered, you were dismissive towards everyone. The events had taken a great toll on you and you couldn’t even speak of it unless it was Steve or Nancy. You had pushed Eddie away but he had slithered his way back into your life after a night of weed and cheap beer in his trailer.
The effects of the drugs and alcohol led into a whirlwind of passionate sex that didn’t stop after that first time. You had practically become girlfriend and boyfriend without the labels. You had fallen hard for him and you thought he had felt the same for you, but when you told him about your plans for college out of the state, he shut down.
“You’re going to leave me?!”
The way he had screamed it out into the universe with the most broken, straggled voice still echoed in your mind. You blinked your tears away remembering that night.
Eddie kept his distance after that and you were heartbroken. Eventually graduation came. Eddie didn’t walk the stage and you only thought that was because he didn’t want to see you. You now realized that he had purposely failed to not graduate and stay in this shitty town.
Your hand reached up to your chest and underneath the tanktop you wore, your fingers clutched around a ring that hung from a necklace you never took off. It was the last remnant of Eddie you had before you left Hawkins. He had left it on the nightstand in your childhood bedroom. You never knew if it was on purpose or by mistake, but now you were back and you were debating if you should return it. He probably didn’t even miss it.
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The game finally ended and everyone was mentally exhausted. Your boys had been given clean up duty so they rushed you out the AV room while they cleaned so the janitor wouldn’t complain about their mess the next school day.
As you waited in the hallway, back leaning against the lockers and head down looking at the watch on your wrist, a pair of scuffed up white sneakers appeared before you. You raised your head until y/e/c met Eddie’s soft brown ones.
His eyes twinkled with mischief and amusement.
“Fancy seeing you here.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes flitted over you like they had earlier. His eyes lingered on your tank’s lifted area on your chest before going back to your eyes.
“Could say the same about you…” you replied. His face turned to stone momentarily.
“Before you lecture me…” he started seriously, “I already know I’m a fuckin’ disappointment. I don’t need you to remind me.” he arched his brow. It was your turn to shrug.
“It’s been awhile… Just thought I’d come back to visit for a bit. New York is…”
“OOOH! New York!” Eddie exclaimed, putting his hands on either side of his face in fake surprise. “Come to brag?” he challenged suddenly. “Come to tell me how I fucked up and how much better you are now that you’re not living in his hick town?”
He was pacing now, occasionally looking from his feet to you as he walked left and right in front of you as you remained silent.
“I didn’t know you were going to be here, Eddie.” You sighed. “And you know it’s not me to brag about whatever the hell I’ve been doing. You know I would have much rather been anywhere, even here, with you.”
He let out a sarcastic, dark chuckle. “Yeah right.”
You sighed heavily. This conversation had taken a turn for the worse and luckily you were saved by the reappearance of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.
Lucas looked between the two of you like he had before the game had started. He didn’t say anything but you sensed that he could feel the tension in the air. Mike and Dustin were oblivious as always as Dustin cheerfully walked alongside Eddie to ask him questions about how well they had played.
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After dropping off Dustin and Lucas, you arrived back at the Wheelers to drop off Mike before heading to Steve’s. You pulled up the driveway and began to bid your goodbyes to Mike when he interrupted you.
“I’m sorry about not mentioning Eddie to you. I remember Nancy mentioning to Steve or Jonathan that you had dated or something. It didn’t end well, I think.” He looked at you apologetically. You reached out to ruffle the waves on his head. “I just didn’t think, you know. Sometimes I do that. Not think things all the way through.”
“We’re good, kid. It’s not a big deal. Eddie and I are good. We’re, uhh… we’re okay.” you stuttered on your words, not sure if you meant what you were saying but you didn’t want to leave Mike feeling bad.
Mike gave you a small side smile and nodded. He thanked you for joining them for the D&D session before folding himself out of your car and dashed inside.
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It'd been 10 minutes since you parked your car outside of Eddie Munson’s trailer. You had started driving to Steve Harrington’s house, but you couldn’t let go of the dumb conversation you had had with Eddie. Your brain went into autopilot and before you knew it, you were outside his home. Only one light was on; Eddie’s bedroom light.
Your window was rolled down. The evening air was breezy but still warm. You had a cigarette between your fingers and took long drags of it between arguing with yourself if you were going to be brave or a coward.
When your second cig burned down to the nub and nearly burned your fingers, you flicked it outside. You reached towards your passenger seat for another, but realized that your pack was empty now. You sighed.
“Just do it, you coward.” You said to yourself.
“Do what?” A voice suddenly replied. You jumped so high off your seat, your knees hit the steering wheel and your head banged the ceiling of your car. Your hand flew immediately to clutch the ring under your shirt as you felt your heart pounding hard against your rib cage.
“Holy shit!” you screeched, looking outside your window to see a smirking Eddie. You could tell he was suppressing a laugh by the way his lips twitched. “What are you doing out here?” You asked him, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out the vehicle.
He laughed suddenly. “Uhh, I think the better question is what are you doing out here? Are you stalking me Y/N?” He was being playful now. You didn’t get it. At the school, he was acting so cold/odd… tough?
He opened your car door and extended his hand out to help you out. You took it gingerly. His hand was firm, warm, and a bit rough from his guitar calluses. He closed the door for you before closing in around you. You were backed into the side of your car, his arms were stretched out on either side of your head, his hands resting on the roof of your vehicle. He tilted his head to the side, his hair flopping over as well. His eyes had grown dark as he drank you in with them.
“You haven’t answered my question yet.” he mused as he watched you squirm in place. His strong gaze was making you uncomfortable. He lowered his head and placed his mouth right next to your ear. “I asked… What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” he whispered.
His breath engulfed you. Your eyes fluttered closed. A wave of goosebumps passed from your head to your toes. You instinctively rubbed your arms to try to make them disappear but he noticed.
“Y/N…” he whispered once more into your ear. This time he watched as your skin prickled with just a murmur of your name. “Fuck…” he exhaled.
He pulled his head back to see that you were looking at him. Your eyes dug into his. You wanted him to see your fucking soul. You’d been dreading coming back to Hawkins not because of a super-power girl and some creepy monsters, but because of Eddie. He had broken your heart. You hadn’t been able to combat your feelings before. You’d slept with just about anyone who would pay attention to you just to forget him… yet the only person you ever saw behind your eyelids when you closed them during sexual ecstacy whether by your hand or someone else’s was Eddie fucking Munson. He owned you and he didn’t even know it.
“What?” he questioned suddenly, quirking his head to the side.
You blinked. Your mind had lost its focus again. “What what?” You asked. He squinted his eyes at you.
“You were looking at me weird,” he said. “You went somewhere just now… Where?”
You grimaced, embarrassed suddenly.
Eddie placed a gentle hand under your chin and tilted it up. You would feel your eyes well up with tears. Your heart was hurting so bad. He was so close to you. His scent of weed, cinnamon gum, and preferred bar soap enveloped you and it time-turned you back two years ago when you were both 18.
A single tear slipped and he was so quick to wipe it away. “Hey, hey, hey…” he mused so softly. His lips were suddenly kissing your face gently and like a feather. “I missed you too, Y/N… Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
His lips trailed over your cheeks and slowly he maneuvered them just above your lips. “I’m sorry I gave up on us so easily. I thought you were running away from me. I thought you were willingly trying to leave me. I didn’t know you were wanting me to go with you. I didn’t understand. I should have–”
You tiptoed to raise your body upwards towards him. Your lips touched his softly. You did so to shut him up. You didn’t want him to apologize right now. All you wanted was for him to devour you and fill you up so good.
You reached to the waist of his jeans, hooking your fingers through the loops. You pulled him closer to you leading him to delve deeper into the kiss. His hands cupped your face. His teeth gently pulled on your lower lip before he pulled his face away for a fraction of second.
“Inside!” his voice whispered hoarsely. He took one of your hands, pulling you impatiently inside his trailer home. There wasn’t enough time to look around but you did notice that his uncle still had his mug collection and you were able to spot a couple of the ones that you had gifted him.
Eddie tugged you into his room, slamming the door shut after the two of you were fully inside. He pressed you against the door, his hands roaming over your body and kissing you again with an intensity so ferocious you were about to burst at the seams.
“Eddie,...” You moaned as his lips nipped at your jawline and lowered onto the soft spot of your neck that he knew got you going. He muttered something but you couldn’t make out what he said. You were enthralled by what his mouth was doing. Yeah, you definitely missed him.
“Off, off…” you finally understood what he was muttering as his fingers tangled themselves at the base of the tank top you were wearing. You nodded and pulled the shirt off in a quick motion. Eddie growled lowly at the sight of your boobs being held in the grasp of your favorite black bra before his eyes flickered to the ring that hung in the valley between your breasts.
His ring-clad fingers reached out to hold his old class ring. He examined the emerald stone surrounded with the words Hawkins High School Class of 1984. He chuckled before letting it drop back onto your skin.
“Cute…” he muttered before attacking your lips again with his. He eased the both of you towards his bed. Your clothes and his hastily were all removed by the time his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He sat on bed, his member in full salute in his underwear. Your groin ached in anticipation at its sight. He beckoned you to straddle him. Your clothed heat rubbed against him as you brought your legs on either side of him and you both hissed.
“How many guys have you let have you?” Eddie questioned as he gripped your waist and rubbed you against him. You moaned, because you were horny and then suddenly annoyed by his question.
“What?” you questioned. He repeated himself, again grinding you against him. “Why does that matter?” You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped you tighter. You’d forgotten that he didn’t like bratty behavior.
“I want to know if anyone has been as good as me…” As he said this, he raised your body upwards. With a strategic hand, he removed his dick from its confines and bunched your panties to the side to allow him to slide into your slick folds.
Your breath hitched as your body released an internal sigh. He lowered you slowly, allowing you to enjoy the moment and get yourself accustomed to his size once more. It took a few gentle thrusts to get you to the base of his dick and once you were, you swore you could feel him twitch in the area behind your belly button.
Eddie’s eyes were almost black, his pupils fully dilated as he looked down at the area that connected you to him. He raised you almost to his tip and then brought you harshly down. You moaned, reaching up to grip his shoulders and maybe some of his hair. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were feeling fucking fantasic.
“Say you want me.” Eddie whined, placing his forehead to yours. “Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say it.” There was a hint of gushy emotions in his tone.
“Are you getting lovey dovey on me, Eddie?” you teased as you tried to give yourself relief by moving your hips, but he kept a tight grip on you. So tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning.
He threw his head back and laughed. “C’mon…” he whimpered. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you into oblivion. Please, baby.”
Your heart melted then. You nodded your head and announced to the room that you wanted him, that you needed him, and you needed him to fuck you until you saw the stars.
He flipped the two of you over before removing what remained of your clothes and his. He spread your legs and ran a finger along where you needed him most. “So wet for me, baby.” he mused as he looked longingly before lining himself and inserting.
His thrusts were quick, rough and when you would stop moaning, he would position your legs higher onto his shoulder to get you at a different angle.
“Fuck…” You spewed when you felt that tightness in your abdomen. Eddie looked down at you, first with concern, but then with full-on lust as you reached down to the bud between your legs. He slapped your hand away and you gave him a dirty look. He tsked.
“Mine.” he murmured before he pulled out completely once more and ordered you to get on your hands and knees. You obeyed him quickly. You spread your legs whilst on your knees and dropped down onto your elbows. Eddie was right behind you and helped arch your back down with a push of his hand.
His pace was fast but hard as he reached around and down until his middle ring could rub swift circles on your clit. You felt your body wanting to press down and disappear into his mattress. Your mouth was slack open, drool dribbling. Your brain was completely shut off to everything but the way that Eddie was making you feel right now.
The tightness began again and you knew you were close. Eddie felt it as well by the pulsing clench your pussy had on him.
“C’mon baby.” he groaned, slowing down just a bit to prepare you for your orgasm. “You can do it.” he egged you. “Y/N, you can let go… C’mon, cum.”
It didn’t take much longer for the wave of euphoria to crash over you. Eddie whined as you came on him and gave you several more hard thrusts before he, too, spilled his seed in you. Your bodies collapsed, his arms and legs intertwined with yours.
The two of you laid still, gasping for air. Eddie recovered faster and squirmed about, trying to get him and you into more comfortable positions and pulled a blanket over the two of you. You cuddled into his chest and inhaled him deeply.
“Are you smelling me?” he inquired. You peered up at him through your glassy, hooded eyes and barely nodded. He stroked your hair as your eyes began to droop. You were so spent, but you felt so good. The ache in your heart had lessened, you felt like you were whole again…
Just as you felt sleep coming onto you, Eddie pulled you closer. “I’m coming with you.” he suddenly whispered. You didn’t know how long you were going to stay in Hawkins, but you knew he wasn’t staying behind again. You didn’t respond, just nodded your head and he understood that that was a yes…
#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson one shot
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PSA: TURN OFF'S & CONFRONTATION
Alright, this is a PSA that I never thought I would be writing, but here I am, writing it. I want to make this abundantly clear: This is not directed towards anyone in particular. This is something that has been brewing for over a few months.
I consider myself an approachable roleplayer and overall person. However, there are things that I have seen happening over the course of a few weeks (even months) that does not sit right with me. I'm listing them here, so people are aware as to why I'm not as often on Tumblr anymore as I would like to be.
TURN OFF'S
Pushiness.
I have had some people who pushed their muses on me, to the point where I stopped talking to them altogether. This is not only in a ship sense, but also in a plot sense. I understand that you are excited about a plot, or for our interaction. And, if I follow you, chances are that I am, too! However, there is a certain line as to spamming my inbox/IM's, where I draw the line. Especially if I have mentioned that as of right now, I'm rather overwhelmed with the many-months-old threads dusting away in my drafts, and the many asks I got. I want to hear about your ideas, and plots, but I beg you, do not haunt me for the replies/starters.
Insulting my muse/musing/my choices.
I'm going to repeat myself here, but:
I had it numerous times, and I will keep repeating myself: Insult my muse/rip him a new one, and you won’t get to interact with him. That is not how it works.
It is one thing to dislike a muse because of the way they reacted, or perhaps the way how they carry themselves. But, if you are coming to me, accusing my muse of everything under the sun and insult them, but then still wish to interact with said muse, you can say goodbye to that.
Passive aggressiveness.
I do not do well on passive aggressiveness, like, at all. I shut down. I don't know how to deal with it. If someone is passive-aggressive, I tend to grow rather anxious. This includes messages directed to me, or vague posts. Chances are even likely that I will ignore you for a bit, because I genuinely do not know how to react. And, it can even result in me dropping threads, or even unfollowing you.
CONFRONTATION
I have a very hard time confronting people on their behaviour when it comes to these things. I don't do vague posts, I don't tell them I'm uncomfortable, I simply vanish for a bit, hope it will settle down, and I pop up again.
I suffer from severe anxiety, along with an avoidant personality disorder (besides PTSD, OCPD and depression). So, if I feel someone is growing (passive) aggressive towards me, throws shade, or 'vague' post, my anxiety skyrockets out of the roof.
It has come to the point where I have been hiding in Discord, with particularly one person, rather than being here, because of my anxiety, and feeling discouraged. I have considered leaving a few times. Not because I want to, but because of inner demons, and anxiety. And, to be quite frank, even writing this makes me extremely anxious.
A lot is happening in my private life, where I need to focus on my health. I want to be here, but sometimes I cannot, due to the fact I'm being overstimulated, overwhelmed, discouraged, or anxious.
I will try to work on setting healthy boundaries, and to communicate better, because that is on me. But, I had to throw this PSA out, because this applies for everyone, and not just for a select few individuals.
Thank you for understanding.
Sage.
#》 𝘿𝙊 𝙒𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍? ⎯ (𝙥𝙨𝙖).#》 𝙄’𝙑𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍… 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙇𝙔 ⎯ (𝙤𝙤𝙘).#》 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿𝘽𝙔𝙀 ⎯ (𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙪𝙚).
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Dates with an aromantic
@aro-sides-week supper Excited to be apart of this. This is an idea I’ve had in min for a while
aro sides: Roman and Logan
Summary: Virgil is trying to set up his two friends but they have something different in mind
Before the chapter starts I should mention that Virgil does not know Roman and Logan are aro. They aren’t necessarily in the closet but they don’t care enough to come out. Also Roman jokes that he’s gay a lot because he is aesthetically attracted to men and also says his sexuality is asexual and doesn’t go into more detail . Also Roman uses they/them pronouns and has a prosthetic leg(I love the Roman doesn't have legs joke too much and it’s now apart of my fics ok)
tw: food, one joke about sex(sex is never said though)
”I’m just saying he is one of the hottest men alive, Roman shouted to Virgil from the couch. Virgil walked over bring the bowl of popcorn with him He sat down next to Patton giving him a small peck on the cheek
“well if you want to date him so much be my guest” Roman laughed before shoving a handful of popcorn into their mouth
”as if. My standards are beyond his capabilities” they said through the popcorn
”chew it don’t spew it” Roman stuck their tongue out at Virgil which was pretty gross with half chewed food on it
”Come on kiddos, stop fighting,” Patton finally said, interrupting his two roommates. “we are ending this food war and starting our Disney Marathon or I will turn this car around” Virgil pouted at his boyfriend “fine but its official I’m getting this heaven a boyfriend if it kills me”
Roman leaned back against the couch “good luck Nightmare at the museum.”
”ouch not your best princey” Roman shrugged as Patton started Lion King
*****
Virgil flipped down on his bed “All I’m saying Logan is one date.” he heard Logan sigh through the other end of the phone
”And what I’m saying is that I need to study. Medical school isn’t easy, you know. I’m far too busy for ‘one date’ as you put it”
”Come on, they're cool people. Worst comes to worst you meet my roommate“
”you understand you could just invite me over to your apartment, correct?”
“No. cause then Patton will make me clean my room”
”Virgil clean your room”
”You aren’t my dad. But that’s not the point. One date, this Saturday.”
“N-“
”They’ll pay for dinner”
”IM IN”
Virgil laughed and hung up the phone. Now all he needed to do was convince Roman to go. It should be easy considering they’re the biggest romantic of all time.
Actually in hindsight he should have asked Roman first. But hindsight is 20 20 and we all know 20 20 sucked.
Virgil knocked on Romans door and walked. Roman was sitting on their bed surrounded by papers and textbooks, their prosthetic leg sitting on the ground next to them to make more room for the papers.
”So. Roman you free this Saturday?” Roman looked up from their textbook
”What do you mean by free? Like movie night free or waiting in line for the newest marvel movie tickets you want to see but don’t want to wait in line for free?”
”IT WAS ONE TIME”
”IT WAS THREE HOURS AND I HAD AN AUDITION THE NEXT DAY”
”Fine. I have a date set up for you.“
Roman shrugged “meh”
”MEH! Come on, it's one date with one of my friends. He and Pat share a couple of classes. you’ll like him”
Roman let out a sigh “I guess. What time and where?”
”YES I'M GOING TO GET YOU LAID FINALLY”
”VIRGIL NO”
”Virgil yes”
”My beautiful asexual ass would like to know the time and location of this date you are setting me up for.“ Roman said shoving Virgil to the floor
”Oh shush your ass isn’t that good.“
”I’d beg to differ”
*****
Roman smoothed their red button down and checked to see if their pronoun necklace was facing the right way before pushing open the door to the restaurant. They walked up to the receptionist who luckily didn’t look to be too busy. “Hello I’m here for a reservation under Roman”
”Oh, the other member of your party just arrived a few minutes ago. I’ll show you to your table”
Roman followed her down the rows of tables ‘God they’re already here. Good first impression to show up late’
They arrived at the table and Roman saw a man in a navy blue button down and tie already seated. Roman thanked the receptionist before sitting down.
”Hello there my marvelous friend. My name is Roman they/them and might I ask who I am in the presents of?”
“Well that was unnecessarily dramatic. But my name is Logan he/him please.“
”Well hello there Logan. Have you had a chance to look over the menu yet or have you been anxiously waiting upon my arrival“
Logan let out a small snort “I just sat down before you arrived. Though there isn't much to the menu. It is an Olive Garden after all”
”breadsticks”
”Really? That’s your only response?”
“What they have good breadsticks”
*****
Once they ordered their food(and ate breadsticks) Roman settled down for a moment. They looked Logan in the eye and took a deep breath
”Hey so I know you really came on this with the intention for a date, and Virgil probably said I’d be all gung ho for it-“
”When have you ever heard Virgil say ’gung ho’ before“
”That’s besides the point. What I need to tell you is that. I’m aromantic. And asexual. So this date can’t really go much further in the direction you probably want and I’m sorry for not saying any-“
Logan slammed his hands down on the table making everyone around him jump “THANK GOD! I thought I was going to have to come out to YOU saying that I was asexual aromantic. And you are quite dramatic I was not exactly looking forward to it”
Roman looked taken aback before they started laughing. Logan looked very confused and said “What’s so funny”
”Nothing, it's just. It’s just Virgil setting up two ace/aros on a DATE!”
Logan started laughing too now “To be fair I never told him” he said between giggles
“NETHER DID I!!!” The two broke into even more laughter. Roman whipped their eyes and sat up
“Well we might as well make the best of it. I mean, what's a new friend?”
”What’s a new friend?” Logan tilted his head to the side
”What… I mean like What’s bad about a new friend. Did you seriously not know what I meant?”
”Yes I am very serious. Necktie”
Roman gave a small laugh “Yup I think we’ll be friends just fine”
******
Roman and Logan finished their dinners and Roman paid so at least Virgil was right about one thing. Roman also suggested they go for a nice walk in the park afterwards because while he is aromantic he is a romantic.(Bu-dum-Ching) Roman grabbed Logans hand and started swinging it dramatically back and forth
”What are you doing Roman”
”I’m flinging us into the sun. I’m just going to swing you back and forth before we rocket into outer space“
”As much as I’d love to go to space I think I might want a space suit with me”
”Finnnneeee. I won’t propel you to Alpha Centauri today” Roman whined still swinging theirs and Logan's arms
“Quite specific“
”Hey, you're not allowed to be the only nerd here. I like space too!”
”If you insist”
the two walked around the park and Roman did eventually let Logan have control of his arm again before Logan noticed Roman limping slightly
“Roman, are you alright? You seem to be limping”
”Huh. Oh yah my legs are just bothering me a little bit. I knew I shouldn’t have worn heels” Logan looked down at Romans high heeled red boots
”I do suppose they look a bit impractical for a walk. To be completely honest with you I was considering wearing my best skirt today though I do not love sitting at dinners in it. It’s quite annoying having to watch how you sit all the time”
”I know. Especially cause I can never sit straight” Roman winked at Logan who rolled his eyes at them.
”How about we go back to your apartment so you can take off your heels. I’ve been meaning to have Virgil show it to me anyways“
”That sounds like an incredible idea. Though I think Patton and Virgil are out on a date right now so we might not see them”
”That’s alright. Roman no you just let go!” Roman grabbed hold of Logan’s arm and started swinging it back and forth again dragging Logan to their apartment laughing.
******
Turns out Patton and Virgil had come back from their date by the time Roman and Logan made it to the apartment.
”Hey there did you two hit it off” Virgil asked smugly leaning against the door to the kitchen.
“Why yes. I have already courted the Price of Logic as mine and we shall together rule the 9 realms” Roman said as they dramatically walked to the couch
”I did not agree to this” Logan said being dragged with them as Roman had STILL not let go of his hand.
“But you did agree to come to the apartment. Where's Patton?” Roman asked turning to see Virgil
”The kitchen. He was about to make some popcorn for a movie night if you guys want some.“
”Why gladly”
”Ok princess a little over the top there”
”I too would like to participate in a movie night“ Logan chimed in.
“Yay. This shall be one of the greatest movie nights of all time.“
”Whatever you say Roman,” Virgil said, not looking up from his phone. Just then Patton walked in from the kitchen holding a large bowl of popcorn
”Logan Roman, your back! How’d it goooooo”
”How about we explain the date after the movie. Now give me the popcorn!!!” Roman laughed half diving for the popcorn in Patton's hands. Patton laughed, handing Roman the bowl. “Do you guys also want some water?”
”I would appreciate some water if you don’t mind showing me where the kitchen is” Logan said standing up
”Roman did you not show Logan around!” Patton chastised
“Hey we just got in! And also in my defense I worse heels today I don’t want to walk around anymore”
”Its fine. I’ll give you a tour while Roman takes off his heels and Virgil takes off his binder!” Patton said walking Logan to the kitchen. Virgil looked up from his phone with a pout
”But I have like an hour left!” Virgil tried to protest but Patton had already. Patton showed Logan to the kitchen and started grabbing two glasses filling them with water “Here’s the kitchen. And then that door right there leads to the bathroom if you need it. And ummmm I guess down the hall are all of our rooms which have our names on the door. I don’t really know how I expected this to take long. We live in a college apartment”
Just then Logan heard shouting from the living room.
“VIRGIL GO TAKE IT OFF!”
”FIGHT ME”
Patton sighed “every time” Logan walked into the living room with his glass of water only to stumble back letting out an oddly robotic scream.
Romand was standing on one leg holding what to Logan looked like a large metal pole over their heads while Virgil jumped over the couch to get away from them. Roman turned around and looked at Logan
”Patton give you the tour?” Logan weekly nodded “Great now. VIRGIL GO TAKE IT OFF”
”NEVER”
”VIRGIL! Come on, you need to take it off.” Patton sighed.
”Fine” Virgil jumped down from the couch before walking to his room
Roman looked over at Logan still frozen in shock in the doorway “You ok Logan” Roman lowered their leg from above their head
”What the fuck” Logan whispered
Roman looked confused for a second before looking down at the leg still in their hands “ohhhh. I don’t think I mentioned the prosthetic”
”I was more confused by the chasing Virgil around with it”
”It happens a lot. You get used to it” Patton said pushing past Logan and handing Roman a glass of water “Just be glad you haven’t walked in on them crawling on the floor in the middle of the night”
”what…” Logan trailed off
”IT WAS ONE TIME AND NOW I TURN THE LIGHTS ON” Roman shouted sitting on the edge of the couch. Virgil finally walked back in the room and the four settled down to watch a movie.
******
Logan got up to the door after the movie finished “Thank you again for having me. I had a fun time tonight“
Virgil smiled from the couch, “You two going to go on another date any time soon?”
”No” Roman and Logan said in unison
”What but you said you had a great time together! Logan came to the apartment!” Virgil shouted standing up
”Oh yeah we forgot again. We’re both aro '' Roman said with a shrug. Logan smiled and opened the door
”Good night. I hope to see you soon” before walking out
Virgil stood in silence for a few seconds before shouting “YOU DIDN'T TELL ME”
End
#Arosides2022#Aro sides 2022#Aromantic#aro#ace#asexual#gay#lgbt+#Nonbinary#roman sanders#roman#sander sides#patton sanders#patton#virgil sanders#virgil#logan sanders#logan
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u know what i put it in the tags of that post cause im a gentile and didnt think my addition would be wanted on the actual post, but fuck it here:
yall aren’t being woke with your “religion is all backwards and stupid and oppressive, unlike me, an enlightened person.”
like. a) you do realize that entire attitude is a white colonial attitude used to justify manifest destiny? that Christianity is The One True belief and all else is savage and stupid, and we must educate the poor dumb natives with their backwards ideas? you arent being rebellious by turning that idea towards abrahamic faiths, cause you arent even targeting christianity specifically, you’re just attacking the same people the christian church likes to attack.
which brings us to b) the idea that all religion is probably basically the same, by which you mean christianity, is ALSO a shitty christian-centric idea, and i cant believe i have to explain that. saying “all religions are oppressive and homophobic,” or even “all religions that draw from the torah in some form are oppressive and homophobic,” is such a cold fucking take like jfc take a religious studies course or like, talk to a jewish person or muslim once.
i know taking colonial and/or conservative attitudes and putting them in a new hat is sort of tumblrs specialty, but yall really need to think about this shit before you just repeat it.
#im begging you to just sit and consider where your ideas come from#here's a hint: if what you're saying is something your conservative aunt would agree with on some level#you probably need to think about it some more#oh uh#racism ///#racism tw //#i was trying to make a point but theres some pretty gross stuff in there
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this fanfic is written while considering all of the characters being adults in another time line where everyone is living a peaceful life so don't come at me with that talk about "OMG THEY'RE MINORS" if u do I'll slap u with the slipper that im wearing lmao , anyways as if u see im hella lazy so im not that active in here, moreover i got alot of exams those weeks but finally im free for like 1 week ? two ? idk for niw im free af,so if someone got some ideas don't hesitate and send it to okay?(especially those hawt characters who seem to be submissive and breedable lol) i think there were few of u who send me some requests sorry for not replying I'll try to respond if ur idea is hella good hehu now even if u want to discuss anything about any topic about anime and stuff just ask haha need sone friends out here *crying while eating banana * shoot that was sus lmao ...
then~ enjoy ~ ♡
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cw: sub!draken , sub!mitsuya , dom!reader, public sex...
"master they might hear us~" mitsuya said with a shaking voice while all you can hear in the restroom were his moans and the lewd sounds u make while fucking him rough which were all covered with music ..
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tomorrow is a holiday so all the gang's division's captains decided to have dinner at a famous restaurant so you decided to go and have fun ,fun in ur own way♡
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when you entered the restaurant there was a big table beside the window, everyone was there and luckily u found a sit right in front of draken and mitsuya ,after u took your seat everyone started eating, laughing and drinking.. both of draken and mitsuya were forced to drink since it was a special dinner to celebrate pah-chin's marriage ..after the talk and all everyone was under the alcohol's spell,some slept and other got to the bathroom ,you started to get bored however seeing both draken and mitsuya fighting the urge to sleep was adorable,then you decided to tease them a little bit,you slided your leg that was covered under the table between draken's thighs reaching his dick then you started to move it up and down until he suddenly hid his face on the table ,with a heavy panting he whispered :"w-we can't do it here t-they will hear u-ahhhng ♡"
"since when did i have to ask for your opinion on each thing i do?,hmmm?" with that cold look on your face draken got red like a tomato ,"look at you draken,what should we do if someone sees you now at this state, do you even know what kind of face you're making~?".
with all that embarrassment and shame he said while trying to stop his moans from coming out:"what are you talking about, something like this is nothi-hmm♡",you shut his mouth with your hand"as i thought you don't get it don't you?right now all i can see is a slutty look that begs for my touch,but you know what? at first i was gonna be nice and gentle but now you will have to endure this erection of yours until we go back home,of course touching yourself is forbidden ♡",he didn't even try to reject your order he just hide his face on the table and started whining like a puppy.
a few minutes later, the other members came back from the restroom, then smiley asked:"did draken sleep already? that's rare!! ,alcohol usually don't affect him easily ,well we drank too much i guess haha,how about you mitsuya?"
"well,me? i'm a bit sleepy and-hnnn-"
"bro you okay? your face is so red "
"i-i'm okay hehe,i suddenly got a stomachache"
"is that so? then be careful if it gets worse just go home "
"y-yeah t-thanks"
however,probably no one was able to know what was going on in there ,surely it wasn't a stomachache but in fact it was your fault,you started touching his clothed dick with your feet ,moreover you unzipped his pants and started teasing his bare skin down there,mitsuya was always your obedient puppy,unlike draken who sometimes rebels on order you give him ,mitsuya will seek for your praise more than anything else .
then you whispered while covering your mouth from smiley who was two seats away from you ,"don't worry sweetheart i didn't forget you ,so i'm giving you all the attention you want ♡." then he smiled with blush all over his face then whispered back :"hng,d-do as you like ,master♡",as soon as he said that you stood up and said:"mitsuya you don't look well so at least let me sit beside you ,so I'll be able to check on you faster that way if you got fever "
"yea i think that will help"smiley said without knowing what was even going on ,poor soul lol.
there was a seat between draken and mitsuya so you sat there and started touching his dick with your hand gently and with the other hand you pretended to check on him by putting your hand on his forehead in front of smiley,then u said :"smiley i think i should take mitsuya to the restroom he's sweating alot ".
"yea please do , i would like to help but im already wasted lol"
"haha thats because u drank to much,you-,oh hes asleep haha,hello? yea hes absolutely wasted lol,so how about we go sweetheart ?"
while smiley slept the other members were already gone everyone got plans for the rest of the night so you were free to speak with mitsuya there without worries ~♡...
u turned to mitsuya telling him to stand up to go to the restroom but we absolutely missed something, well before i started speaking with smiley about going to the restroom ,i left mitsuya's pants open didn't i ?,while his hard dick out ofcourse what to do ?hmmmm?
as expected he was a blushing mess even though hes ur obedient puppy, walking the way to the restroom with his dick out will be hella embarrassing ,btw mitsuya was wearing an overcoat so u got an idea to tease him even more..
"mitsuya come here, if you stick to me with ur closed coat they wont notice right ?,come here sweetheart ,or~ do u want to be left alone like draken over there ?''
after hearing that mitsuya stood up and started walking while sticking his dick thats only covered by the coat behind u which is almost rubbing ur buttcheek ,just imagine him walking shyly behind u panting like crazy and all .....what a show 🖤
u got to the restroom and quickly found a stall and closed the door then,"mitsuya suck my dick,will u ?"
with this order he turned red but on the same time his body was honest because as soon as u showed your dick he started leaking precum, "enjoying the view from down there aren't u ~"
while he was on his knees u slapped him with ur dick getting a lustful look from him then u grabbed his head and started fucking his throat roughly ,quickly without mercy,then finished inside his mouth,while his face was a mess with ur cum he was panting and letting out some moans ,then when u realized .. u said :"pfft,seriously mitsuya ? did u come untouched while i fucked your throat?,i guess you're on heat lol ,what a slut ~♡,well unfortunately i didn't bring condoms so i can't give u what u want sweetheart,so let-??, mitsuya~, i see~ u are definitely in heat~"
after being told that u cant do it there he sat on the toilet while spreading his legs to u while getting out a butt plug from his hole then as soon as it was out his hole were leaking with some lotion he seems to have been preparing his hole for his master how naughty~♡.
"mitsuya u gave me an idea , do u know what u got urself into? " , then u got down alittle bit and whispered on his ear "im gonna fuck u so hard, ill fill u up with my cum and then since we're doing it raw ,we can't leave ur hole leaking with cum in from of others dont we?,sooo,we're going to plug your ass with all of my cum inside without wasting a single drop. and we will have u walk in public and in front of our friends with that hot cum inside ur belly ~,don't worry if we get lucky maybe u will get pregnant Haha♡ ",with u provoking him he started whining like an impatient puppy while squeezing his wet hole ,then u gave him what he wanted ,u slide ur dick in one go inside him,getting the lewdest look from mitsuya " master im so full with yours ♡,fill me up more pleaaseeee ♡"
"mitsuya you're definitely drunk ,but well im happy to see this side of u hehe,then lets get serious and finish it quickly before smily wakes up,what about draken ?,hes definitely jealous right now getting even harder while imagining us fucking in the restroom, haha maybe he came just from imagining about that♡"
u grabbed mitsuya's thighs then started fucking him dumb going in and out like there is no tomorrow then u leaned down kissing him to make him lower his moans which were filling the restroom, u tried then to pull from the kiss thinking that he needed some seconds to breath ,but then mitsuya suddenly grabbed u back ," master if u dont kiss me im afraid that ill get louder,ahnn-♡"
" i see~,our mitsuya cant help it but to feel so good when i fuck him roughly~♡♡"
then u held him up and made him face the wall after that u fucked him from behind while the lewd sounds are filling the restroom...
but i guess that wasnt a problem to worry about since the music was loud
then, u picked up the pace even rougher and faster while mitsuya was a drooling mess while his eyes rolled back from the intense sex u are having ,then u bited his neck leaving a kiss mark on it then u came inside of him . as soon as u finished, u said smirking ," haaa,that felt amazing sweetie ,but i think u shouldn't waste a drop of my cum ,right?, now show me what a good boy you're and plug it urself ♡"
as soon as u said that mitsuya grabbed the plug and put his knee on the closed toilet then he lifted his ass up then started inserting it while panting like crazy ,half of it was of course because of the intense sex u had but the other half was because u were staring intensely at him plugging himself just the thought of being seen by u while touching himself turned him on..
then to avoid accidents like having someone enter the restroom while u were in there u helped him dress up and then quickly got out safely hehe♡..
"hey guys u are lateeeee,heyy i think draken has fever he was mumbling alone with a low voice while panting heavily ,hes definitely in pain having a high fever,i tried to help him but he was weirdly agressive and stopped me right away ,well sorry guys i have to go angry is waiting for me outside sooo take care~"
u answered:" yea u too be careful on ur way home, and dont worry I will take a goo~d care of draken "
after smiley left draken lifted up his head to u , damn that hungry look on his face with drool from his red lips~ ,when he saw u, he let out some low panting sounds as if he was whining like a puppy waiting for attention ,then he grabbed u down from his sit and kissed u a real quick but deep kiss :"master ur so cruel having ur way with mitsuya while letting me here alone suffering from this erection",then u leaned down to reach his ear then whispered:"did u have fun while imagining lewd stuff about us ? hmm ,ur soo naughty draken " then u bit his ear ,while squeezing his left nipple which was covered with his shirt ,then he let out a low moan and as soon as he realized something ,he hid his face down and told u with a cracked voice :" u c..can go alone i..ill foll..ow u after i p..pay t..the bills,hmm♡", as soon as he finished talking , u sat beside him and slid ur hand below the table to quickly insert it down his underwear then as u thought he came from just those touches from u..:" u really keep surprising me teddy bear, pfft u came just from that haha, how can anyone believe that our strongest vice president is a slut seeking my touch,how cute~♡,well u will have to walk all~ the way home with that underwear of yours which is a mess with ur cum,well dont worry when we get home u wont need it anyway ~,i wont let u sleep tonight~"
then u were about to get out of the restaurant which was luckily almost getting ready to close up ,since there's not alot of customers there ,u payed the bills while mitsuya and draken sticking to u from behind
then the worker there noticed :"umm are they okay their faces are red ,maybe fever ? "
"yea i think so also they drank too much thats why haha ,right ? draken , mitsuya?"
while customers were all gone u started touching their butt from behind while speaking with the worker,then they said while trying to smile to them :"ye..yes w..we dran..k too much hehe"
" i see please take care then , i think u should take some medicines too, to get better, please come back again~"
then u replied :"yea,then we will be going, we will come back again~"
then u lifted ur hand and stopped teasing them then they quickly followed u,well it was night so i think no one will notice right ?
"hey , umm.. i mean what did u do with mitsuya ?"
"hmm ~ ,why don't u ask him then ?, hehe"
then he turned to him ,previously ,he didn't focus on mitsuya that much, but now seeing mitsuya's lewd face , that red face which were luckily hidden by the night's dark sky,he got it right away..
"next time don't let me alone like that i was lonely and scared ,that piece of shit smiley freaked the shit out of me ,when he stood up trying to check on me"
"damn we should drink together more often ur so drunk who thought that I'll get to see this honest and cute side u ,haha but well, that must've been scary , sorry maybe i pushed u too far but you know that was a punishment so its normal, maybe I'll reward u when we get home for finishing the punishment as i ordered, well ,u came even though i told u not to tho~lol"
"SHUT UP, WILL YA "
"but ur blushing ~", "IM NOT"
then you passed a hot night with ur precious partners, however, that'll be another story to tell♡..
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dark red
request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now
note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[
aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.
i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.
warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.
🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina
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everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to.
meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.
natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.
so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.
natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had.
it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip.
which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time.
natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer.
you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her.
a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.
then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting.
just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.
things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.
when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.
this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts.
so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.
“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying.
“i know you are.”
natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap.
disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.
“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor.
“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.
you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?”
“because it’s true.”
“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”
“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.”
you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress.
“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver, “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”
you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was.
“nat? nat look at me.” you tried.
it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist.
“natasha.”
the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own.
“yes?” her voice cracked.
“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.”
“yes, but-”
“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.
“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.”
you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”
natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours.
“i love you more than you will ever know.”
you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.
“shut up and let me appreciate you.”
you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”
“you’ll see.”
“oh i’m sure i will.”
“yeah. you will.”
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanov x reader#black widow x reader#natasha x reader#avengers x reader#black widow imagine
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— ☕︎ JJK'S BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE
synopsis: you get the idea, you and jjk's big tiddie men
a/n: i have no explanation for this but i hope you enjoy
— haikyuu version
includes: fushiguro toji, kamo choso, nanami kento, ryomen sukuna
genre: ... idefk anymore, suggestive, crack, fluff!!
twc: 873
❥︎ one swear word, manga spoilers (BIG spoilers on nanami's), -16 shoooooo do not touch this post >:(
FUSHIGURO TOJI — wc: 214
can i just start with, wow
no clue how often he works out but he kept his man tiddies big (as bm would say)
anyways toji the big tiddie man would adore to tease you when he realizes you loved his muscular chest
((i also feel he would lowkey make jokes like he had bigger one than you aklfjlskdjfldskjg))
dont quote me on that idk where that came from
anyways even though he loves teasing you about he cant help but let you indulge in it too
he especially likes it when you two kiss and then both of your hands mutually roam around your bodies but yours kinda like,,, stay on his chest lmao
not that he’s complaining
he holds a lot of pride on the fact that you like his tiddies
omg he really likes it when you’re sitting on his lap and then your chest is pressing up against him, doesnt matter if you dont have as much meat as him aljalkdjfgh
‘cause let’s be honest, toji is an extremely well built man and even though he always has a shit eating grin on his face he likes the intimacy
also probably loves it when you mindlessly massage his tiddies, reassures him that you subconsciously think about them or something AHAHAH
KAMO CHOSO — wc: 250
even though he just wears whatever outfit he’s wearing and it’s fairly lose i know that choso has big tiddies bc that man is a well built man
and he’s just so :( <3 about it
his favorite thing ever is literally just cuddling and having you rest on his tiddies like a pillow
bonus points when you turn to face him but you’re kinda lying on him on your stomach so when you try to face him your face is still kinda buried on his tiddies and when you try to talk it a little muffled
… he’ll sometimes pump a little extra blood into his tiddies so its swells a little more so you can have a slightly more comfortable human(ish) pillow of him
will 120% melt whenever you two are like hugging and stuff that his large build makes you feel safe *screams into a pillow* and you’d joke how majority of it is thanks to his tiddies JHAJHF
omg please shower his tiddies with lots of love he will pass out from how much he loves you right that moment
pepper his chest with kisses, give him massages, tell him how peaceful and safe you feel when you’re hugging him, just :( <3
im yearning sorry
but yea <3 as you bury your face onto his chest, his heart swells as he brings his large and slightly rough hands and give you headpats while he openly gushes how much he loves spending time with you like that
NANAMI KENTO — wc: 209
at first he’ll be so confused as to why you were so into his chested area like, everyone has meat and muscle in the chest area, some more than others etc etc
though he quickly got used to your extra attention towards that region
he isn’t the type to initiate any physical of intimate touch so he kinda appreciates it when he comes home from work and you just launch yourself towards him and of course, his tiddies
on that note, he also surprisingly appreciates when you offer him to massage his tiddies lol
of course you would massage him shoulder and other muscles too as his job as a sorcerer is pretty physically demanding, but you would sneakily pay more attention to his tiddies, and he really doesn’t mind anymore, it’s you after all
if he actually pulled through with his like kinda retirement plan in malaysia, you two would spend so much time cuddling somewhere outside your little secluded house on the beach, listening to the waves crashing on the shore as he reads a book in peace
the fresh smell of the ocean is relaxing, the warm sun, and laying on nanami’s tiddies is honestly a dream come true
unfortunately it cant happen obvious unsaid reasons :((
RYOMEN SUKUNA — wc: 200
im not talking about 1-4 fingers sukuna that yuji consumed no no no
im talking about sukuna’s true form
although yes it is very intimidating and scary, god were his tiddies big
well i guess it comes with having like four arms and just like more raw power as a curse, but DAMN his tiddies in his true form are so big ALKFDKSLJF
ok but this man is SO sadistic he’ll literally make you beg to even touch his tiddies
like im talking about the deepest bow and show utmost respect and then he’ll maybe consider
but when he DOES budge and let you enjoy his true form’s large build, let’s just say you’re in for a ride
lmao i wanna be funny and say his tiddies are actually very bouncy so when you play with them they just boing JAHAJSKFH
ok sorry the real juicy part is when he forces your face in between his chest and he kinda suffocates you a little but it’s not enough to actually put you in any danger he just like pushing you on the edge of your seat
… though you probably dont complain so i guess it’s a win win lmaoalfjdh
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Best Of Me | One
Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader
Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals
summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.
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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books
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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.
Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.
Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.
“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.
And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.
Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.
They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.
Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.
And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.
“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.
Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.
He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”
So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.
And oh god he started to get so pissed.
So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.
The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.
“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.
As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.
So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.
He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.
His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.
Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.
“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”
And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.
“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”
“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”
“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”
“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.
“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”
Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.
Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.
“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”
“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”
The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.
As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.
“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.
“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”
“You silly goose?”
“No that's to lame.”
“Dipshit?”
“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.
“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.
“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.
“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”
Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.
“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”
The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.
“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.
His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.
And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.
“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.
“It's a human.”
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request(s); IZURU SMUT WITH AFAB READER - IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT THE CONTENT INCLUDED IN IT IS,I JUST, NO ONE REALLY WRITES FOR THE SCARY M A N 😢😢😢
paring(s); Izuru x AFAB!reader
warning(s); cussing, woAHH reader is a prostitute hired by enoshima, reader is AFAB, oral sex (m receiving), humiliation kink whoop, degradation kink double whoop, ah yes dirty talk, degrading names, spit-play, prositution, multiple orgasms, wall sex, slow and steady wins the race, dumbification, begging, dacryphillia, sadism, kind of like fuck or die???? but not really??????? AND DEAR LORD I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WITH THIS GOD oii
note; i actually had a dream similar to this— also i lowkey got attached to these characters and now im seriously considering making a series of this???? DHSBJDDBF IDK IT REMINDS ME OF, LIKE AAAA IDK
wc; 4.1k+
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Everything was terribly boring.
It was funny; that had been the only thought Izuru seemed to have in his brain, even as you were on your knees sucking him off like he was your last meal. Glaring down at you, he stifled a disappointed sigh. In all honesty, you weren’t bad; but he knows he could do much better, perhaps even find much better. It was almost a guarantee that he’d get someone else to do the job for him much better.
Sitting on the throne of a comfortable chair, he had barely broken a sweat, nor had he even moaned a single time. Of course, that would frustrate you; you were squeezing whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth, ‘faking’ moans—or at least that’s what you told yourself you were doing—to send vibrations down his spine, and swallowing all the filthy pre-cum of his cock had released. And the man didn’t even have the gall to at least pretend to like it.
It irritated you.
Why had he even accepted Enoshima’s offer for you if he hadn’t even been enjoying it? You hadn’t even touched yourself yet, and you were the one completely soaking in your panties—whilst you swore you heard him sigh, and not one of pleasure. Every part of it was humiliating for you.
“This is boring, get off.” You perked your head up, popping your lips off the unsatisfied pink tip, and to your humiliation, you looked up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes; ones that you hadn’t even purposely put on. You felt your heart drop all the way down to your stomach, “Boring…?” Well, that did it.
Desperation turned into anger, and before you knew it, you had been crawling on this man’s lap, thighs straddling him, and hands digging into his shoulder as you looked down at him with feigned dominance. You gritted your teeth, he hadn’t a single reaction, just a look of genuine curiosity, and the same look of bored annoyance. He didn’t seem to like being suddenly touched, not like you even cared. Boring, huh? You’d prove to this self-entitled fuck, you weren’t as boring as he thought you to be.
“... What do you think you’re doing?” With his question of genuine intent to know, his dull tone of voice seemed to have affected your interpretation of what he truly meant to say. Despite the condescending and almost offended tone, he truly wanted to know. Someone like you, crawling into his lap as if you hadn’t been face-to-face with possibly the world’s most dangerous human being; brought a small spark of interest in his chest.
Maybe you had some potential, he would think. “Are you trying to prove yourself to me?” With his eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, you leaned back as you felt him lean in. With his nose inches away from yours, you shrunk just a slight but kept your act as strong as you could hold it for.
You gulped, gaze and grip faltering underneath his piercing gaze. Suddenly you felt small again. Your previous surge of dominance seemed to crumble and collapse as he brought his hands up to grope at your hips, reminding you who was really in charge here. He narrowed his eyes as he felt your hesitance and yielding, his large hands that had cupped your ass had practically been supporting all your weight as you backed down in the body and in mind. Damn it. He wondered where your confidence went, it was only just getting fun— but perhaps, all good things come to an end.
Well. He wasn’t going to let you give up that easily.
Suddenly, he let go, causing your ass that had once been held up by his hands, to fall back and knock onto his knees harshly; and you swore you could see a ghost of an expectant smirk on his face. Surprising you further, Izuru uttered 4 words that only seemed to confuse you, yet excite you all the same.
“Go on then. Try.” Your breath hitched, averted eyes now confused and focused them back onto the long-haired male. “W- what?” Izuru’s eyes narrowed at you, and the impatient look he had sent to you almost felt like a reward as you felt yourself growing more sodden. “Try and prove that you aren’t just another hole. That’s why you’re still here, no?” He spoke, and you swore you could hear his voice lower in tone.
He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning back ever so slightly as he got comfortable; as if he was about to watch a performance made just for him—which hadn’t been far from the truth.
But to your surprise and not his, you obeyed.
If this was your chance to prove yourself to him— the ultimate hope that everyone seemed to be intimidated by—you’d take it. Of course, you would.
Despite the growing anxiety in your heart that you’d mess up, you pushed it down and put one brave façade; he would sense your fear if you displayed it too much.
Your efforts turned futile anyway; you should’ve known he’d sense your hesitance.
Acknowledging your hesitance you thought hadn’t been too obvious about, Izuru brought it up. “What’s stopping you? Your fear?” Izuru hummed, leaning down to peck at your chest, “Well, that’s understandable; you should be scared.” Followed by the light sound of his lips against your heated shoulder.
“... Though I assume that’s not what you’re afraid of at this moment.” Assume? More like knew. You were so predictable to him, a flick of your finger could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. With a tender gaze you were surely seeing wrong, he stared up at you expectantly as he waited for your answer.
“Well?” You gritted your teeth at his sudden gentleness, taking more offence to it than you should have. You didn’t like being treated with kid gloves, not by him at least; for all you know, he kills children. “I’m not scared of anything—” He was huge, of course, you were terrified. ”How do you know I’m not just trying to slow it down, so you’re ready for it?” You challenged, shifting yourself above his tip that still glistened with your saliva from the earlier blow. Izuru looked at you, nearly taken aback.
It made you feel incompetent. As if he thought you couldn’t do it, as if he thought you couldn’t give him the best night of your life. Of course, you’d be offended. No one likes being underestimated, especially not by him. It just brings you a whole new different feeling of humiliation.
And he knew that. He just wanted you to hurry up, you know, provoke you a little. Foreplay was… Boring; he’d think with a small smile.
“Surely, you’re not that idio—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, lips parting and eyebrow twitching from the way your slick cunt slid over the tip of his dick, sinking in with ease. “I- I’m not what?” You breathed out, a shaky, smug grin contorting on your face as you tried your best to conceal the fact his dick had felt like it had literally been splitting you in two. “Hnnahh— Jesus-” You dropped your head for a second, nails digging deeper into the material of his suit; surprisingly, he didn’t care all that much about the material damage—at the moment, he cared more about the fact you hadn’t even sunk half his dick in yet, and you already looked like you were near-tears.
Maybe care would be an overstatement.
You bit down on your once-smug smile, jaw going slack as you felt the pleasant curve of his dick, rub against your vaginal walls ever so slightly—following the movements of your own heavy panting. “You shouldn’t be so cocky, S/o.” He didn’t seem to hear the irony hiding in between his almost-mocking words.
You scoffed at his taunting statement, staring him straight in the eye as you walked further into his trap, and sunk down lower—stifling a wince as you felt him sink in you alarmingly deep. How big was he!? Well, you already knew the answer to that question. Your jaw still hurt from earlier. But that stretch had been positively incomparable to the stretch your pussy had currently been experiencing.
Izuru pursed his lips, silently groaning at the way your walls clamped onto him as if you were already trying to milk him of his cum. You were so tight, he noted in his mind; well he wasn’t going to complain. As a sex worker, he would’ve expected you to be looser, easier to slip in; it seemed one of his predictions had been incorrect.
In a dry, uncaring tone, he addressed the bead of sweat forming on your forehead from the stretch. “Can you really take it? You look like you’re in pain.” the part that irked you the most had been the small undertone of genuine concern for your being. Yeah, Izuru; the ultimate I-don’t-care-if-you’re-dead, cared if you could take his dick.
Maybe your heart would’ve been swelling with joy, had it not taken a large hit on your pride. You were a sex worker, not the protagonist of a fucking romance comedy.
You could feel yourself growing angrier and angrier by the second; a large part of you just wanted to get him off and leave—but there was a larger part of you that… strangely wanted to please this man, prove him wrong.
Don’t get me wrong, the urge was purely sexual.
Rolling your eyes at his ‘concern’, “Can you just- Nh!” you held your breath before clutching onto his suit a little more desperately than you wanted to as you sunk the rest of him inside you. Embarrassment made its debut in your reddening cheeks as you unwillingly let a few whimpers slip out. “—B- be fucking quiet? For on- Mn! O- once?” He paused before retorting back in that same blunt tone, seemingly unamused by your curses as he had been busy watching your bodily reactions closely, as well as feeling them first hand. “... You’re shivering.” He addressed the tremor of your shoulders, as well as the contractions of your walls against his cock.
“It- It’s cold.” You lied through your teeth, to which he found annoying; surely, you knew that he would read through that lie, so what was the point of even trying?
Sighing in annoyance, he bucked his hips, exhaling sharply through his nose as you yelped and collapsed onto him, body going limp as you felt him hit your sweet spot. With a slightly panicked moan, you dug your shined face deeper into the crook of his shoulder, causing him to shiver as he felt the breath of your moan hit his neck. “Hnn-! A- a- already?” Izuru scoffed quietly, “I thought you wanted me to be quiet. Which one is it?” Izuru’s condescending voice kissed your ear, and you felt your own shivers being sent down your spine from his voice alone.
Putting on an annoyed façade that would soon shatter, you rolled your eyes—something you would probably be doing often tonight. “You’re really annoying, you know th-? Oh-! Oh fuck-!” You moaned, eyes shooting open, revealing your dilated pupils to the wall behind him. With your hands fanned out on his suited back, you arched your back against him, grinding slowly as you hugged him off the back of his chair.
Mewling quietly, you found yourself trying to stifle your own moans, so you could hear better his own; only to pout as you heard nothing. Your sole purpose and presence with him at this moment had been to please him. You… needed to please him.
And only Atua knows what Junko’ll do to you if she finds out you didn’t satisfy him.
Sighing in slight frustration, you felt him tense underneath your touch as you locked your lips onto his neck, lips searching and exploring every inch of the sensitive skin of his neck. Izuru’s eyes widened a fraction, only to lid as he felt himself growing bored again. “What are you doing?” You muffled against his neck, “I’m trying to find your erogenous zone—“ a large grin grew on your face as you felt him go rigid and stiff against you—as if he wasn’t already rigid and stiff—as you grazed your teeth on a certain spot on his Adams’s apple, a sign that you hit the jackpot.
“There, huh? I never would’ve guessed…” You spoke through gentle moans caused by Izuru’s natural reaction to fuck up into you harder. He shivered, sure, he was good at everything; but even he didn’t know he had an erogenous zone—or rather, where it was.
And now you had this information.
You felt your confidence sprout back up again as you felt him melt, slowly but surely into your embrace, and slowly but surely, you tried gaining back control of what had been happening.
That had been your plan; but as soon as your hands reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, he flinched, nails digging into your hips harshly. “Hands off.” He growled, crimson gaze darkening in irritation from your feather-like tugs.
Yeah, your plan.
His scalp was sensitive, and he had made the mistake of reacting so strongly to your touch to it, right in front of you no less. It was a weakness; one you’d surely take advantage of as you fucked this man. Or rather, as he fucked you. Izuru grimaced as he could practically hear the mischievous grin in your voice, “Yeah?” with a warning tone, Izuru tried stopping you, “S/o.” you probably shouldn’t have felt as excited as you did from his warning voice; especially from a guy like him, but there was a part of you that really wanted to know what would happen—what he was warning you about.
So you made the best mistake of your life; and tugged the already impatient man’s hair.
Izuru hadn’t given you the time to even inhale a single breath, as he had you pinned to the wall in half a second. Shit, he’s fast. Well, what did you expect? Izuru was definitely more than ordinary—and as you still felt the stretch burning between your legs, you knew that more than anyone. “I- Izuru?” Izuru sighed as you shrunk underneath his hold, forcing him to hold you up by his hips that had been pressed up against you. Your cattiness seemed to disappear the moment he manhandled you to the wall; it was predictable. All bark, no bite. He wondered why he wasted his time with you.
With your eyes wide and helpless, Izuru remained unamused. “Let’s get this over with.”
Underneath the shell of your body, you could feel your blood boil as the man thrusting into you, had given you that familiar condescending stare of pity. He didn’t seem very pitiful as he watched you writhe and squirm underneath him from his unrelenting pace, though you could still read the emotion clear as day; your eyes glared right back at him—though you could barely see where you had been glaring, as your vision had been blurred from your own tears.
He was planning to push you to your limits, because, maybe when you’re sobbing and begging for him to stop; maybe then, you’d be less boring.
‘He was the ultimate at everything; of course, he would be good at this too-’ “Fuhh...- fuck!” Your first orgasm of the night washed over your body, shaking uncontrollably as you had been less than prepared for it. You’d often have to fake your orgasms or get yourself off once the person using you was done. So you, whether it was fortunately or unfortunately, weren’t used to cumming so quickly. Previous thoughts of distaste had been long forgotten, as you had now been completely weak; moments away from breaking down and throwing away your dignity to prolong sex with Izuru.
Sobs spilled out of your mouth as Izuru helped you ride out your high. The man watched you from above, hands hooking underneath your thighs and slamming you against the wall harder than your body had gone slack in your arms. For him, it felt more like he was pleasuring you—but for some reason, he didn’t mind all too much.
Through tear-stained eyelids, you glared at him, your warm body still trembling from the near-mind-blowing orgasm he granted you. “I- I can take it.” At least, you thought you could. In all honesty, you didn’t care. You wanted it, and furthermore, he hasn’t even cum yet. Your job wasn’t finished. If you had to be fucked until your mind broke for him to cum, you’d do it. You didn’t have a choice—but even if you did, you wouldn’t deny him; you’d have to be insane to.
“How... persistent…” Izuru murmured quietly to himself, bringing a hand up to tap your chin, causing you to perk your head up and flush at the gentle touch; the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were a mere science project being examined. It may have not been ideal, but being gazed at like nothing but a lowly bug is better than being ignored.
It was so easy to fuck you into submission, he thought. Grunting, he pulled all the way out, lip twitching at the lewd squelch of your pussy. He almost lost himself in the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his cock once again, before tightening as if you were trying to welcome him back in.
Izuru, with a sharp inhale, roughly slammed back in, hitting all the right places despite the thrust being as quick as a flash of a camera. You gasped for air, you felt as if you had just been punched with his hips—and before you could recover from it, you felt him pull out yet again, only to slam back in, a small exhale huffing out the man’s lips as he kept on doing that same repetition.
“F- faster— Pl- please!” You choked out as tears welled up in your eyes, his thrusts had been so powerful and forceful, yet so calculated; as if he was aiming for your G-spot every time he thrust in—which he was. He growled under his breath, voice still monotone but more strained than before—it was almost impossible for him.
“You’re too tight to go fast.” He deadpanned, “if I go any faster, I might break you.” He didn’t really care whether he broke you, but who in their right mind would want to be broken?
It was almost comedic how quickly you perked up at the mention of being broken. “I- I wanna! Really bad, r- real bad! Please!” You blabbered and begged like an idiot, your dignity long gone. He hissed at the way your pussy gushed with your juices and excitement, struggling yet again to piston himself into you. “Do you only think with your cunt?” Izuru narrowed his eyes down at you, disbelief and disgust gleamed in his red eyes; and it only made you squeeze around him unwillingly.
You shrunk, shaking your head as a babyish pout contorted onto your lips. “N- no, I-” The slow slapping noises of his hips on yours grew in volume, and your eyes widened as you could feel and hear him getting more frantic, hitting you deeper—places you were sure weren’t even supposed to be touched were abused by the crown of his growing cock.
Through a tone that tried its best to be calm and composed, Izuru shakily breathed out. “Open your mouth.”
“W- Huh?” With slurred speech and crossed eyes, you tried your best to find his red eyes through the tears that blurred your vision. You were so fucked out, you weren’t even sure if he had actually said anything or if it had been your imagination.
“You heard me, don’t play dumb.” You hadn’t been playing dumb; you were dumbed. But Izuru held no patience for your games, and you could definitely feel that in his increasingly painful grip on your ass—he was sure to leave a bruise on your skin. With a confused look in your eye, you hesitantly dropped your jaw for him, whimpering and jolting as you felt something wet spew into your mouth. Before you could whine or even get the chance to complain, Izuru had forcefully knocked you against the wall again, lightly hitting your head as he steadied you against the surface with one hand as he used the other to close your jaw.
You hadn’t even registered the fact you had spit into your mouth as your mind had been too foggy from the intense feeling building up in your stomach once again. “Swallow.” Without so much as a questioning noise as a reaction to what he had done, you obeyed. Swallowing thickly with bleary eyes, you tried your best to keep eye contact with the man who seemed way too calm for the aggressive pace he had been maintaining like a pro.
Not thinking much of it, you dropped your jaw and flattened your tongue down against your chin; it was almost instinctual as you obediently showed him you had swallowed all of it. It seemed to please him, as he traced his thumb absentmindedly over your jawline; it almost felt like a reward, to be touched like that. His gentle hands differed greatly from his pace that fastened within each second that passed the both of you by.
Your moans grew in volume, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt to be fucked by him; moans and groans turned into full-blown hysterical sobbing as you felt your second climax approach. He grunted in frustration as he felt your walls clamp around him once again, convulsing as you gasped for air, his breaths huffing out in small intervals as he tried to get himself to his own high.
Nothing was said as you threw yourself into him, hugging himself close to you as if he was your lifeline despite your twitching body—you weren’t sure how long you could hold on before you passed out, but you tried your best to stay conscious. He hadn’t cum yet.
It may have frustrated him, but it also frustrated you. Running your hands down his neck to his well-defined jaw, you cradled his skull before attaching your lips onto his neck desperately, practically slobbering over him like a dog as you kissed and sucked at his neck—to which he groaned quietly at. It was a terrible job, you were necking him so sloppily, and he hated himself for grading your performance when really, he should’ve been indulging in it.
The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, combined with your small moans that you tried to muffle against his neck, had overwhelmed his senses and he found himself going blank in the mind for less than half a second.
It was dangerous, to leave yourself vulnerable like that.
So without another word, sound, or thrust, he hoisted you up and dropped you against the chair; in which you unravelled like a velvet carpet over the soft, plush furniture. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you didn’t want to part from him, you didn’t want it to stop. There, he continued his assault to your already battered cunt, grunts and sharp sighs spilling out his mouth as he concentrated on getting himself to climax.
“F- fuck, Izuru— Izuru, you’re splitting me- in t- two!” You sobbed out, arms flying up to wipe your tears away that prevented you from seeing the esthetical man above you. With his hair looking like it was flowing behind him, and the thin layer of sweat shining on his skin, you felt your heart beat a little faster— what?
You hadn’t even been able to register the dread of the realization of your feelings, as, without warning, Izuru creamed inside you. His hips stuttered to a stop, and he leaned himself completely over your body that had folded over the back rest of the chair, nose meeting the crook of your mid-chest. “Hhah...” He panted, clammy hands that had been gripping onto your skin tightly, loosened as he took a second before getting up and off you.
You scrambled up from your position on the chair, legs and pussy numb as you struggled sitting up.“Wait Izuru—!” You called out for him, catching his attention as he cleaned himself up with a convenient towel Junko had left on the table.
Zipping up the fly of his pants, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue what you had been planning to say as he flattened the creases of his suit.
“W- were you...” You gulped, flushing as you recalled what you had done earlier. “Were you satisfied?” Your voice had been meek, afraid of his answer for more than one reason. Junko really would show you despair if she found out you didn’t satisfy him. “... I’ll let her know I was.” You sighed in relief, shoulders going slack as you fell back on the chair. You’d live another day.
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