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toorurs · 1 month

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LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR

synopsis: if you wouldn't know any better you'd think that chuuya nakahara doesn't take a liking to you - he loathes you. but what if one day you make a shocking discovery that it might be the opposite.

pairing: chuuya nakahara x gn!reader | wordcount: 1.2k | content & warnings: im at the first ep of s4, so if chuuya mischaracterized no need to wonder…, school au-ish kind of??, cursing (fuck), dazai teases chuuya for his crush, chuuyas kinda not rly good with his feelings and expressing himself, drinking (chuuya offering to go out and drink), dazai plays cupid/matchmaker

a/n: when i wrote this i didn't have 15 yo dazai or chuuya in mind (cause of the school au yk) just as them idk but interpret it however you like - high school or college wtv, im so obsessed with chuuya rn y'all don't even know, hope u guys enjoy this little thing i've whipped up in an hour

you're convinced that chuuya nakahara hates you.

that's one thing you're sure of. after all, he avoids you like the plague; however when the two of you do get in touch with one another, he starts cursing you out, calling you names such as “dumbass" and abruptly leaves.

yeah, you're pretty sure that that guy dislikes - if not despises you. although until now you've hadn’t had the slightest idea why. well, that was the case up until now.

some days have passed since you started noticing it. every time you hung out with dazai and started laughing a bit too loudly at his jokes or lightly slapped his shoulder, chuuya gave you a death stare - if you wouldnt know any better he looked like he’d grab your throat any minute to shut you up.

admittedly (and also embarrassedly) you never really noticed it until dazai has pointed it out. which, on one hand, explains the weird feeling you’ve recently gotten - it felt like someone was shooting daggers at the back of your head, luckily for you, that’s solved now.

but on the other hand, you still demand an explanation why chuuya would do that. is it simply because of his (one-sided) hatred towards you, that can’t be the case right? or did he have a huge crush on dazai, that’s the most realistic explanation that you can think of.

once school ended and the bell had just rung to release everyone from their classes and go back home. you’d usually scurry home right away, because there was no point in staying longer, after all who’d want to endure this hell house also known as school more than necessary, it's no use right?

well jokes on you, staying over time was definitely worth it. kunikida assigned you the task (forced) to carry a huge stack of boxes full of documents and paper to your homeroom teacher's room, because it was the “right” thing to do - well at least according to his ideals.

“but what about dazai? that idiot just ran off and is probably slacking off right now!” you protested, because it's not fair when everyone has a task to complete and someone else just gets to relax, right?

at your complaint the blond could only scoff “i’ll scold him later, but for now let's just concentrate on the task in front of us, time is running out.”

that’s how you ended up here, back pressed against the heavy classroom door that separated you and the two guys that were inside the room as you tried to listen in into their conversation.

initially your plan was to find dazai, drag him by the collar of his white button up and beat his ass for skipping and leaving you alone with a ton of boxes that not only cost you ten minutes to carry around or so.

because neither kunikida or anyone else didn’t bother to tell you that there were three, fucking three, of those staples of boxes that were filled with countless papers.

however, it came to a change of plans upon hearing chuuyas’ voice. usually, any sound that was made inside of the classrooms was drowned out and barely audible to hear outside the room.

this time, that didn’t seem to be the case though. chuuyas’ screaming and dazais' hysterical laughter were faint but loud enough to hear from outside the room.

“come on chuuya, there's no need denying it, you have a massive crush on them.” dazais’ voice was laced with amusement as he started laughing out loud which seemed to piss the redhead off.

you were able to hear a small huff that escaped dazais mouth. “chuuya, there’s really no need to start getting all violent, just admit that you’re absolutely whipped for them!” the brunette chuckled. “so stop kicking me in the balls!” that probably earned him another kick as you could hear dazai letting out a small “ouch.”

“shut up, shitty dazai.” the guy in question only snickered at that. “yeah, yeah. everyone’s able to tell that you’re madly in love with them. every time you’re around them you start to get beet red, the color even exceeds the one of your hair! a hilarious sight to look at, really.”

you didn’t hear a response from chuuya and apparently neither did dazai so he just continued his rant. “also, let me tell you one thing, you’re not making it any better by cussing them out or intently staring at them, that’s just scary, man!” dazai closes his eyes and starts shaking his head before tutting in disappointment.

“oh chuuya. the brunette sighs, eyes still closed. “letting a beauty like them slip away this easily by not showing any proper interest. you’re to be pitied, really.” the male moves away from his previous position and bolts over to the door, crossing his arms as his back leans against the door.

an exasperated sigh leaves chuuyas mouth. “what do you expect me to do then? they probably have a horrible impression of me already. if i pull up with a bouquet of roses and some cliché pick up lines, they’d probably stare at me in horror, wondering if i got possessed or something.” he sneers at dazai.

just who in the world are they talking about?

dazai pretends to think for a moment before snapping his fingers. “well for starters, how about greeting them, doesn’t even have to be verbal, just some waving or nodding. then start hanging out with them!”

“idiot! how's that supposed to work from just greeting each other!” the ginger scowls at dazai.

“hold your horses.” the brunette whistles. “i didn't say to rendez-vous and have a candle-light dinner. how about accepting those group invites first that you keep declining. then you’d have the chance to meet up with them more often and get to know them.”

dazai continues to advise chuuya by giving him tips and recommendations “try bonding over stuff with each other, like favorite shows or food. and if you’re not incapable of doing so, how about complimenting them. wouldn't hurt you know?” dazai shrugs in simplicity.

chuuyas still skeptical “assumingly that was the case. the two of us attending the same party, they’re alone and i finally get the chance to approach them, what the fuck am i supposed to say?” dazai only smiles at chuuya, a look that says “that’s up to you.”

“why not use me as your lab rat!” dazai suggests optimistically.

“no way in hell!” chuuya shoots back pessimistically.

after pondering and musing for a while, chuuya comes up with a curt sentence. “i find you really good looking and cool.” the redhead stops and both you and dazai await his continuation in anticipation. “wanna go out and grab drinks sometimes?” chuuya doesn’t look up from the floor which he’s been staring at for the past minute. the tips of his ears tinted in a vermillion red.

“well, that wasn't so hard was it?” dazai asks cheerily, clapping his hands together. “if you still have doubts, how about you try it on the real thing now?” and before you can realize what's going on dazai swiftly steps away from the door before grabbing the door handle and opens the door, revealing your figure to the two guys.

you’re not sure who's more taken aback, you or chuuya.

e/n: as y’all can tell the title is inspired by frozen's love is an open door cause y’know dazai opens the door for chuuya to confess his feelings. does this make sense lol??

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toniiswrld · 2 months

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Anton x fem reader. smut, tiniest bit of fluff. 18+ MDNI

wc. 5k

contents: established relationship, fem!reader, switch!reader, switch!anton, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, baby, my love), just straight up filth

“babyyyy~” your boyfriend talked just slightly above his normal tone as he walked through the front door of your apartment. you quickly turn your head and nearly jump out of your seat with excitement from seeing your handsome boyfriend after a long day.

you had come home from work around two hours ago, taking a shower and changing into something a million times more comfortable than your work uniform, then watching tv until anton got home from work as well.

as he sets his bag down on the floor and hangs up his jacket, you pause your show and excitedly run over to the doorway to jump him. luckily hes used to you doing this when he gets home, so he quickly bends a bit so he can grab you by your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist while your arms rest on his shoulders. you both lean in for a kiss, its a soft kiss that shows how you both missed each other all day. you two smiling and him asking about your day at work while he walks you both over to the couch.

you left a bit before he did for work this morning, so you never really got to take in his looks until now. and damn he looks good. almost too good. as he sets you down on the couch, you check him out as he sits next to you. the way his sweater hugged his figure just right, it wasnt too loose but wasnt too tight. and those tan cargos that you just loved on him. he was talking to you, but to be quite honest you were not listening. he definetly caught on to you not being focused on what he was saying, so he continued to ramble while you checked him out.

but now, he decided that it would be a little fun to tease you.

"y/n? are you listening?" he rests his hand on your thigh, and you get snapped out of your trance.

your eyes widen when you look at him, his soft eyes looking at you with concern.

"yes, yes im listening baby, sorry im just a little tired" the words come out a bit faster than you wanted them to and he just gives you a little nod before continuing what he was saying. he's trying so hard to fight back a smirk, knowing damn well that you were not listening and he's got you right where he wants you.

his hand is still on your thigh, but now he's squeezing and rubbing soft circles on it while he talks. you look at your leg, and then you look back at him and see that he's laid on the couch comfortably. slightly slouched, legs spread open a bit and his head resting on the head of the couch.

you don't know how much longer you can act normal before you jump his bones. you took a deep breath quietly and tried your best to actually pay attention to your wonderful boyfriend.

after a bit, you calmed down some and were able to have comfortable conversation with anton. you had turned your show back on and rested your head on his shoulder while he watched the tv with you. hand still on your thigh but you were completely calm about it now that you two were distracted with the show.

an episode or two later, you were dozing off. you really didnt want to sleep just yet, it wasnt too late and you wanted more time with your boyfriend. he noticed that your eyes were fighting to close, so he tapped you twice with the hand on your thigh to get your attention.

"baby, you tired?" his voice was so calming, you let out a soft hum which you wanted to be interpreted as a no but anton took it as a yes since you werent using words. "lets get you to bed, y/n" he smiles, trying to lift himself off the couch but you grab his arm to stop him.

"no! no, im not tired! i wanna hang out with you... ive missed you all day" you pout, looking up at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. he lets out a soft chuckle, knowing that he cant resist you especially when you look up at him like that.

"we can stay up a bit longer then. let me shower first though, okay?" the soft smile on his lips as he stands in front of you, you smile back at him before pulling him closer to you by the collar of his sweater to kiss his lips. it was a slow kiss, one hand going to the head of the couch to keep his balance over you and the other cupping your face. you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he obliges, letting you slip it into his mouth to collide with his. your other hand that's not gripping his collar moves to the back of his neck, playing with his hair while simultaneously bringing him closer so you could kiss him deeper.

the feeling of your fingers on his scalp while you two make out has him letting out a small moan from the feeling you're giving him. your hand moving from the neck of his sweater down to his chest, and he pulls away while you chase his lips to get one more kiss. he's catching his breath while he looks down at you before pecking you one final time.

"i'll be quick in the shower" and with that, he's walking away from you. heading to the shower. leaving you high and dry. except you weren't very dry at this point in time.

how could he just come home looking so good and then barely touch you and then kiss you and then walk away? of course he was coming back, but you needed him. so badly.

but if he wanted to be a tease, you could be a tease as well.

you walked to the kitchen to get some water to get yourself to calm down. it would be a lie if you said you didn't chug that water. trying to stay sane with a boyfriend like that, it was nearly impossible. his friends might tease him for his soft and quiet demeanor, but he was nor soft or quiet when it came to you.

after collecting yourself and making your way into your shared bedroom, you made sure that you looked good enough for when anton came out of the bathroom. you had on one of his band tees, and some pajama shorts under. of course, the shirt was long enough to hide the shorts. but you know that anton loves that his clothes fit big on you (even if some of his shirts and hoodies fit loosely on him as well). plugging your phone into the charger on your dresser next to your bed, you get under the covers and get comfortable while you wait for your boyfriend come out the bathroom. after a few minutes of scrolling through posts on your social medias, you hear the door that connects your bedroom to the bathroom open. sitting up, you look over to the doorway, and oh. my. god

it truly was a sight to see. if you were completely out of your mind like you were 20 minutes ago, you probably would have moaned at the sight. but you had to stay calm, because you wanted to tease him back but holy shit... he looks good.

his hair a little damp from the steaming hot water, messily resting on his head under the towel. his perfectly toned stomach, a few drops of water that drip from his hair falling down onto his abs, all the way down to the hem of his sweatpants. oh god, those damn sweatpants. he really has you wrapped around your fingers. grey sweatpants. how could he do this to you, he knows that they are your weakness.

fuck it

you lifted the blanket off of your body, moving to the edge of the bed. anton walks towards you, drying his hair with the towel before letting it rest on the desk chair. at this point, you were probably drooling from all the gawking you were doing. that messy hair, the way it just sits too perfect to you. he always looks so good like this, you just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"you look good" the words come out just above a whisper, loud enough for him to hear as he stands in front of you.

whether you're sitting down or standing up, anton always towers over you. he makes you feel small in the best way possible, even if you were the one with more power most times. but right now you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him, so you keep your eyes on anything else.

"yeah?" he says it in a tone that is so condescending, and you let out a small whimper when he lifts your head up with his index finger, thumb brushing over your lips. "how good do i look, baby?" the little smirk on his face, hair falling over his eyes that have lost their softness and are now glossed over with lust.

instead of telling him, you decide to show it. the thumb brushing your bottom lip, you take it into your mouth while looking into his eyes. your tongue swirls over the rough skin of his finger and he lets out a low groan at how eager you were to please him.

"fuck, y/n. you look so good when you do that" and you let out a moan as he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. it was such a sight to see, the way you sucked on his thumb just like how you would suck his dick. if only you could see how good you looked in antons eyes. but you loved being able to see him. your favorite thing in the world was being able to look up at him and see his reactions to the way you made him feel.

leaning back, you release his thumb from your mouth with a pop. still looking up at him, you rest one hand behind you on the bed while the other grips your boyfriends arm to pull him down to be face to face with you.

"want you, tonie. please" you whine onto his lips, thighs clenching together for the nth time tonight.

"well, whatever my princess wants my princess gets" again with that smirk. but luckily for you, the distance between your mouths closes with a wet sloppy kiss filled with desperation. one of his hands in your hair, gripping it tightly while the other is on the bed to keep him stable. your tongues intertwine in a way where only your tongues are moving and not your lips.

the hand in your hair slowly makes its way down to your neck, holding your head in place while he kisses you. he kisses you with such desperation, like you're going to vanish out of thin air. soft moans leaving the both of you, you're starting to feel hot in the clothes you're wearing while he's only wearing a pair of pants.

almost like he can read your mind, his hand that rests on the bed moves up your thigh and starts to tug on the bottom of your (his) shirt. the two of you only pull away so he can take the shirt off of you, hands falling back into their original places in his hair and on his arm as he leaves a few more kisses on your lips. slowly, he pulls away to really take you in.

"oh baby, you look so good for me" the groan that leaves his lips has you moaning, and then his lips attach to your neck. and then the next thing you know, you're being picked up and tossed to the head of the bed.

you lean up on your elbows while anton crawls on the bed towards you, taking one of your breasts in his hand while he places a kiss on your lips. then on your cheek, then your jaw, and back to your neck. you moan out, feeling those soft lips and his hot tongue kiss and suck deep spots onto your neck. his fingers toying with your nipple makes you lean into his touch. when he feels like one has been stimulated enough, he switches to play with the other. twisting, pulling, and pinching your nipples while his lips are slowly making their way down to your breasts, now putting his mouth to your sensitive nipple while he plays with the other some more.

all of this is sending you into a frenzy, and you were so into his mouth on you for you to realize that you've been grinding on his thigh that sits between your legs until he was moving further down your body and the friction was gone. your thin shorts were probably soaked through with how turned on you are.

he was so hot, everything about him. from his looks to his actual body temperature he was just so hot. and you were on fire with the way you were craving him.

"anton," you run your fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug to really get his attention. and it worked, a small whimper leaving his mouth which vibrated against your navel. he's the one who's looking up to you know, and you nearly moan at the sight. "please,"

"patience princess," you almost tear up after he says this, it almost hurts the way your clit is begging for stimulation. you know he has to be painfully hard too, but he's holding it out for you. he kisses the hem of your pajama shorts, nimble fingers hooking into the waistband of both your shorts and panties, sitting up so he can pull them off your legs. slotting himself between your legs now. with your legs in his hands, he leaves a kiss on your ankles, then on your calves, right on the side of your knees, then leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your thighs. you lift your hips up a bit when his lips get a little too close to your core, and he grips onto your thigh to let you know to stay still.

"you're so wet princess, this all for me?" he coos, looking up at you again and you nod your head so fast in hopes that he'll give you some relief.

"yes baby its all for you, only for you" you moan out as he places another kiss on your thigh. he hums into your skin at your answer and the vibrations have you feeling lightheaded.

if he didn't touch you soon you were going to pass out.

"think you can sit on my face, princess? wanna taste you so bad" he's sitting back up now, body moving forward so he's close to your face again. you just nod, too needy to find words. you kiss him, smiling after pulling away as he helps you switch positions so you're on top of him now.

he lays flat on the bed, and you move up so your pussy is hovering right over his face. his hands go up to your thighs, holding you in place. but there's just one problem that needs to be fixed before you can finally get that release you've been needing for the last... however long its been.

"baby... why are you hovering?" anton asks from under you, and you shudder when you feel his breath on your clit.

"w-what?" you barely can get any words out. you grab his hand that's resting on your thigh, and you feel him trying to tug your body down.

"i wanted you to sit on my face, princess. not hover. don't be shy now and sit. use me" his words have you moaning out, not only because you can feel his words on you but because its just so fucking hot.

"will you be able to breathe if i s-" you're trying to tell him your concerns about this, but he's just not having it. he gives you a slap on your thigh which shocks you and ultimately gets you to finally sit all the way down onto his face.

immediately he's licking a stripe down your slit, which provokes a moan from you and you're looking down to see that antons eyes are closed while he's eating you out. and finally you feel his tongue reach your clit, and if it weren't for antons tight grip on your thighs you would have lost balance.

he's eating you like a starved man, going from lapping at your sensitive bud to dipping his tongue into your hole. you were a moaning mess, hunched over with your hands in his hair. gripping onto his strands while you shifted your hips to get more relief.

"i could die right here, right now. you taste so good princess" he pulls off of your core for a minute, catching his breath while he still holds you down.

"it feels s'good baby, please don't stop" tears in your eyes forming, the way he knows your body so well and it's so arousing how he's so eager to please you.

the air in the room shifted again, the grip on you somehow becoming tighter while he dives back into you. you're rocking your hips on his face now, one hand on his chest while you lean back and the other still in his hair.

he loves when you use him like this, your pleasure is his top priority always. his nose nudging at your clit while he licks into you, slurping up all the arousal that drips out of you. he lifts you slightly so he can catch his breath again, leaving his tongue out so you can grind against it. he uses his amazing breath control from swimming to his advantage, not worried about you sitting on him like this because he knew how to hold his breath. although he could be suffocated between your legs for the rest of his life and he would have no complaints.

that knot in your stomach is starting to tighten, and you let out a drawn out whine. hips moving faster, anton knows that you're close and he moves his lips towards your clit. another whine leaves your mouth when he starts to suck on the sensitive spot in a way that has you seeing stars.

"a-anton, gna cum" you look down at him, eyes that were shut opening to look at your face. he moans into you and you buck your hips up.

"please, want you to cum baby. wanna make you feel good" he's moaning into you again, the vibrations shooting through your clit while you keep a tight grip on his hair.

he pushes his face deep into your core, lips enveloping your clit and giving it a harsh suck. you let out a choked out sob, finally being pushed over the edge and your orgasm hits you. you lean forward as you start to shake, not even antons grip on you can keep you stable as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

he continues to suck and lap at your clit, collecting all your juices and humming contently knowing that he was the one pleasing you like this.

when you finally come down, your breathing slows down to a normal pace and anton taps your thigh twice and you realize you should get off so he can breathe.

you make your way down his body, leaning over him so you can kiss him. his face was glistening with your juices, panting lightly while giving you a weak smile.

he was so beautiful, and you just want to kiss him forever. and so you do, your lips molding together perfectly. you shift a bit so you're sitting on top of antons bulge, and he lets out a breathy moan which you take as an opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. he thrusts his hips up, your bare core against his sweats has you moaning into him, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

antons hands rest on the curve of your ass, holding you still while he continues to thrust onto you. the both of you moaning into each other, and you feel yourself getting worked up again.

you pull away from him, a trail of saliva connecting your lips as you look into his eyes.

"you made me feel so good baby, gonna make you feel good too okay?" you whisper, leaving another kiss on his lips while he nods vigorously.

"please, need you so bad y/n" he groans as you sit up, adding a new pressure onto his painfully hard cock. you shift down some more, sitting on his thighs while you palm your boyfriend through his sweats.

the grey sweatpants truly were your weakness and anton knew it, you would always want to jump his bones whenever he wore these. they were his 'fuck me' pants essentially, if he put these on you knew what he wanted.

you watched his eyes shut in pleasure while he gripped the sheets around him. hips jerking up into your hand and soft whimpers escaping his mouth. tracing the print of his thick cock over his pants before you let your fingers grip the waistband. you lift it slightly, just to release it and let it slap against antons skin and he gasps.

"take these off for me baby, wanna see you" you grab his hands that rest on either side of him, and bring them to the hem of his pants before you swing your leg off of him so he can take off his pants.

he's looking at you with those adorable eyes as he slowly lifts his hips so he can slide the sweats off. it takes another tug before his dick is resting against his stomach and he's kicking the pants off his ankles on onto the floor.

your leg goes back over him, straddling his thighs once again and your hands are already back on him. you rest them on his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs and then tracing around where his cock lays. little bubbles of precum leaking from the tip, its nearly purple the way he's so desperate for you to touch him.

"so cute tonie, this hard from eating my pussy?" you tease him, one hand gripping the base of his cock and squeezing. he moans so loud at this and you smile at the effect your touch has on him. he nods his head and lets out a weak mmhm in response, while you give his cock another squeeze. "you looked so fucking good when you walked into the house earlier baby, wanted to take you right at the door. and on the couch, and then when you walked out that bathroom in those goddamn sweatpants... making me wait so long. you put them on on purpose didn't you? bet you were just as needy as me huh?"

the pace you were moving at was honestly torturous. cruel and unusual punishment. anton just had you seeing stars, and now you're torturing him like this? he was going to cry at this point, the need to cum was getting so unbearable to him. "yes! wanted you so bad, need you now, i can't take it anymore baby please~" he's whining, and you circle your finger around his tip before placing your palm over it which prompts another whimper from anton.

his stomach was flexing from how irregular his breathing was now. you were making him feel so good, keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock while the other hand teases his tip. running your fingers across the slit and then circling your hand around it and bringing your hand up and down in a twisting motion. he could barely keep eye contact with you now with the pleasure overwhelming him. he was finally getting close, knowing he wouldn't last too long with how long he's been anticipating this moment.

"'close baby, so close" he opens his eyes and wraps his hand around yours that rests at the base of his cock, and his hips lifting to add some more friction to push him over the edge. you just smirk before squeezing both hands around him once more before releasing him and watching as his eyes widen in pure shock.

he really was going to cry now. he was almost there, so so so close to finally cumming and he wipes his eyes to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. "no, no no no y/n, please, baby, baby please, need to cum" he's crying now, and you have a fake pout on your lips as you watch as he writhes under you and tries to touch himself but you grab his hands and hold them against his stomach.

"not so fast baby" you coo, moving to sit on his stomach now with his hands in yours. you lean down so your lips are hovering right over his ear "want you to cum inside me" and his eyes are rolling into his skull at the thought.

you look at him, and he's still panting. sweat drenching the hair over his eyes. the way his lips are parted while he breathes is turning you on to great lengths. you almost feel bad for edging him, but that guilt washes away when you remember that this is what you get out of it. pretty boy fucked out under you, begging for you to let him cum. you place a small kiss on his top lip, and he opens his eyes to look up at you and give you a cheesy smile. just the cutest boy.

"sit up a bit, wanna ride you" you say as you swing your leg off him once again, letting him sit against the headboard before you straddle him again. placing a swift kiss to your lips, anton grips your waist with one hand while the other aligns himself with your wet hole. the next minute you're sinking down onto him, the both of you moaning while you throw your head back in the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.

"you're so beautiful baby, i love you so much" he moans into your neck, and you start to grind down on him. your clit rubbing just right on his pubic bone while he grinds into you.

you loved riding anton. he was so big in every aspect, and his cock hit a spot so deep in you whenever you rode him. hands resting around his shoulders, you're able to have better control over your movements. along with the help of antons hands gripping your ass, you two find a rhythm that has that knot in your stomach ready to snap again.

"love you so much more tonie, im gonna cum again" you say in a voice that is so high pitched its barely audible, and you smash your lips back onto his.

the both of you are struggling to kiss each other with the overwhelming pleasure, just mouthing and biting each other's lips.

you take your arms off his shoulders and put your arms onto his thighs, slightly bouncing now. this new angle hits a new spot and you shut your eyes from the feeling.

anton brought one of his hands from your waist down to your core, thumb circling your clit which makes you squeeze around his cock tightly. he whimpers, feeling himself getting close again. "gna cum too baby. go ahead and cum for me, yeah?" he's trying so hard to hold on, wanting you to cum before he does. but with the way you had teased him earlier, he was so sensitive and didnt know how long he could hold it in.

he applies some more pressure onto your clit and moves his thumb a bit faster, while thrusting up into you to hit that spot that had you seeing white.

you nearly scream, pussy spasming around him as your orgasm hits you. anton keeps his thumb on your clit while he helps you ride out your orgasm, the feeling of you clenching around him like that triggers his own orgasm, thrusting into your hole roughly while he empties himself into you.

his grip on your waist softens and he pulls you close to him so he can kiss you on your forehead. you leave soft kisses and little bites on his neck while he holds you, the both of you catching your breaths.

"i love you" he whispers into your hair, his hand caressing the back of your neck. you can feel the smile on his face on your scalp, and you smile into the skin of his neck.

"i love you too baby." you shift a bit to look up at his face, and he looks down at you with a smile and gives you a kiss.

suddenly your stomach growls, and you two pull away to look down to look at your stomach.

"shit baby, we didn't even eat dinner. want me to make you some ramen?" anton is instantly back to his soft boyfriend demeanor.

"ramen sounds good" you let out a small giggle, cupping his face to kiss him again.

he helps you down onto the bed, the two of you groaning as he slides out of you, and then carrying you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. setting you on the counter, he takes one of your wash rags and runs it under warm water. he's wringing it out and helping wipe up all the sweat and cum from between your thighs. when he feels like he's cleaned you up enough, he helps you back onto the floor and lets you do whatever else you need to do to clean up.

"when you're done, go ahead and lay back down baby. ill bring the ramen to the room." he smiles, grabbing your hand and leaving a kiss on your knuckles before he leaves the bathroom.

once you get comfortable in bed, you have to fight your drowsiness because you know your boyfriend won’t let you fall asleep without eating properly.

“ramen for the pretty lady~” anton coos while he walks into the room with two bowls of ramen and a bottle of water resting between his chest and chin.

“anton, you could’ve dropped something! you should have asked me for help” you sit up so you could grab the bowl’s from his hands, that way he could crawl into bed next to you. he just gives you a smile and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“all you have to do is relax and let me take care of you, my love. now eat up”

A/N: first post on this blog! super excited :) working on another anton fic as well. i hope you all enjoyed this ⭐️

#riize smut #anton x reader #anton smut #riize x reader #riize imagines #anton imagines #riize anton #anton riize #toniiswrld

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spookberry · 1 month

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Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

#shadow high #rainbow high #my art #fanart #i had to write down all my ideas just to get them outta my head #now im free

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freak-accident419 · 2 months

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“Hachi Machi!”

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: After coming back to 2017 from ‘69, Josh realizes that his and Tiger and Wolf’s interference made some ripples in his timeline, such as the gun hanging in his parent’s house, the Blapple, Ray disappearing, and ultimately Dr. Kronish working alongside Stu Camilo. He’s relieved to know that you are still his partner in this timeline, but when one thing leads to another, he discovers one small change about you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, more plot than porn (not very descriptive), takes place during S01E04 im pretty sure, gender neutral reader, penetration (no genitals specified), slightly ooc josh, reader has a tramp stamp

(A/n: I know that in this same episode Lyle introduces the phrase ‘hachi machi’ to Josh after these events, but fuck it. The pacing’s a bit bad, I’m tired, but I hope you enjoy regardless :) you can interpret what the tramp stamp is of, personally, i would go with the dragonfly, what about you guys?)

Josh was exhausted.

Utterly exhausted.

From going to 1969 and trying to cock block Dr. Kronish, desperately finding ways to spare the man’s life to seeing his colleagues dismember his biotic co-workers and throw them in possum incinerators, it seemed as if he’s never gotten a break. And to top it all off, Tiger kicked him off the team, making him feel useless and loser-like all over again.

There were several ripples that he and his team had caused: Kronish and Stu were now work partners, the Blapple was created because Josh left his phone in the past, Ray no longer worked at Kronish Labs, and his parents now owned a gun that hung on the wall. And so, the first thing he checked ever since he got back was making sure you two were still together—and you were.

You were still on his phone lock screen, except it was with his Blapple (Black Apple) Phone, you still had your sweet back-and-forth texts, and in his gallery, there were several photos—and maybe even new ones—of you together. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw this.

Being upset from how the entire day went led to Josh eating cereal alone in the kitchen. With everything going on, he barely had any time to see you, and you were even busy with your own personal stuff as well. However, a knock on his door made him perk his head up, raising a befuddled eyebrow, and walking towards the front door, opening it to see…

You.

“Y/n?”

***

It’s been less than five days since he’s seen you, but this was the first time he’s seen you ever since he fucked up the present by fucking up the past. Thankfully, you remained the same as if nothing happened, and most importantly, Josh was still your boyfriend.

“You look like a sad, wet cat, dude,” you say as you lay with him on his bed, stroking his soft, brown hair. After he finished his cereal downstairs, you two went up to his room and found yourself cuddling with each other on his bed. “What’s up?”

He frowned as he went completely limp in your arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort that your body offered. He really needed this. “As I said before, it’s—it’s really hard to explain, Y/n.”

“Okay, right, but you haven’t answered my texts. I’m worried about you, Josh,” you confess, continuing to caress him gently.

Oh shit, Josh thought. He hadn’t have gotten used to the features of the Black Apple—or, well, Blapple—yet, and forgot that he even had it on him at times. And with everything with trying to ensure that Tiger and Wolf won’t kill his boss, he has been very, unfortunately preoccupied to remember to text you back.

“I’ve been really, really busy, babe, I’m sorry I never got the chance to text you back,” he replied shamefully, though feeling too calm in your arms to feel really anything else.

“Hey, don’t apologize for that, okay? Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. You can be real with me. Work? Your game? Family issues?”

“Sort of, um… It’s—It’s really hard to explain.” There was a look of bemusement and mere stress on his face, making you feel really bad for him. There was so much that he’s seen in the past few days (such as his colleagues killing or hurting nearly anyone in their way) that you didn’t deserve to be dragged into.

“You know, what, just… We don’t have to talk about it right now if you’re not ready. Alright? Just know that I’ll be here the entire time, and I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about it. Okay, Josh?”

He was so damn lucky to have someone as amazing as you.

“Okay,” he says, his deep brown eyes looking at you, with his sweet, endearing smile that you always loved seeing. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/n, you really don’t know how much I appreciate it, I love you.”

You grin, placing your hand gently behind his neck to cup it. “Of course, baby. I love you too, okay? No boyfriend of mine is going to radiate sad, wet cat vibes while I’m here,” you giggle, finally pressing your soft lips to his.

The kiss was warm and affectionate, as always, and to Josh, it felt like home. It felt like he never even left to go to 1969 with the characters in his video game. It felt like he never witnessed them chopping up his biotic coworkers. He was just back at home, with you, when everything made sense.

You sensed that the kiss progressed however, with his tongue shoving past your lips to meet with yours. His hands are placed to cup your jaw and the kiss deepened.

“Okay, why do you keep insisting that I’m a sad, wet cat? Like, what does that even mean?” Josh chuckles in the kiss, his lips, however, not separating from yours.

You laugh softly and look deeply into his eyes. “You look like a cat that’s been left and drenched in the rain, like completely soaked, and your sad eyes are like… big sad brown eyes that those cats have, or something. I don’t know how else to explain it, you looked like a sad, wet cat before!”

Josh smiles. He missed this so much. He missed you so much.

“Do I still look like a sad, wet cat?” He raised an eyebrow.

You scoff playfully and smirk. “No, more like a… a pathetically horny cat.”

“Why am I still a cat in this?”

“I don’t know, you…”

“’Cause I think I resonate more with—“

“Oh my god, wait, that’s it! You’re a cat in heat!” You exclaim in realization.

He opened his mouth to reply, but paused. “Well, male cats don’t—“

“Yeah, technically, male cats don’t… You know what, doesn’t fucking matter,” you grin, pressing your lips to his once more.

Josh giggled in the kiss as he rolled on top of you, moving his lips and tongue roughly with yours. “I missed you,” he says, pulling his shirt off, then helping you with yours.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly. You hoped that this moment would distract Josh from whatever he was going through, and hoped that he would tell you soon enough what it was. But time travel would be very difficult to explain.

By now, you two were completely naked against each other, holding one another, making out lustfully. Josh broke from your lips, just to press soft kisses on your neck, letting his hand move up and down your waist in the process. You let out small pleasured sighs, letting him kiss from your collarbone, throat, jawline, to your lips once more.

With his other hand, he briefly stroked his cock, until he finally began to ease into your entrance, the two of you eliciting a soft, pleasured moan, as you felt him to gradually stretch you.

“O-oh, f-fuck, you’re so tight,” he nearly whimpered, slowly moving his entire length inside you.

“Have you ever considered it was because I haven’t seen you in days?” You raise an innocent eyebrow.

He huffs amusedly, but you did have a point. “Eh, that’s fair,” he says, finally moving his hips back just to slam into you again, letting out a broken moan.

He began to slide his length in and out of you, thrusting his hips against yours as the two of you let out soft sounds of pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, leaving short kisses as his hands held onto the side of your hips in a tight grip, his cock stretching and caressing your walls.

He continued to thrust into you at a steady pace, quite frankly, an intricate rhythm that cleared his mind of The Biotic Wars entirely, the tightness around his cock giving the sensations he loved and needed. He felt so good to move in and out of you, let alone completely inside of you, feeling so close to you ever since he felt so far, from all the time travel nonsense he went through. Your breath quickened and volume increased, letting out desperate whines, repeating his name and praises under your breath.

Josh, not wanting to cum just yet, pulled out of you, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, as he planned to take you from behind. You smiled at him as your felt his grip on your hips help you lay on your stomach, getting on your knees with your head laying on the pillow, and then—

“Hachi machi!”

He exclaimed, his jaw dropped with wide eyes.

You turn your head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

There were a few ripples in this timeline that took place due to Josh’s interference with the past, such as the Blapple, the rifle in his kitchen, and Kronish’s partnership with Stu Camilo. He didn’t expect a change from you, as you were still thankfully his partner. Except, there really was a change that occurred from his paradoxical meddling.

You had a tattoo on the small of your back.

You had a tramp stamp.

A genuine, authentic, tramp stamp.

It was in black and blue ink, with exaggerated shading and strokes, littered elegantly on your lower back.

“You have a slutty tramp stamp…” he gasped lightly, his entire focus on your tattoo.

You let out a chuckle. “Josh—“

“Since when did you get a slutty tramp stamp?”

“I told you the story multiple times, Josh, I got it in my sophomore year of college when I wasn’t very right in the head. Josh, seriously, are you okay?” You were confused as much as him now. Why was he making it a big deal, as if it was his first time seeing it? He’s seen it multiple times before, he remembers every detail from your story, so why not now? “Because you’re acting like this is your first time seeing it, ever.”

“I—I just…” Josh was still in mesmerized awe, looking at how the ink was littered across your skin. You had a slutty tramp stamp. You had a slutty tramp stamp. Somehow, when he was messing with the past in 1969, the ripple effect caused Josh’s partner to have a tramp stamp tattoo. “I’ll explain later, just… holy shit, you look so good,” he expressed, running his hands over your tattoo and your ass, until he grabbed your hips, aligned them with him, and shoved his dick back inside of you.

“Holy shit,” he repeated, panting and thrusting deeply as your hands gripped on the bedsheets tightly, softly moaning as you feel immense pleasure, especially from this angle. Josh took off one hand from your hips to hold the back of your hand. He missed you so much. And you definitely missed him.

“God, this is so hot,” he breathed, letting his hand run over your tattoo as he continued to thrust deeply. You would laugh from how weird he was being right now, acting like it was the first time he’s seen it, if you weren’t too distracted by the gratifying feelings of your lover’s penetration.

His fingertips traced the ink on the small of your back, still astonished by this new discovery. His thrusts were sloppy, but well calculated as he focused on not only the pleasure the two of your bodies would experience, but also the sexy tattoo above your ass. Josh began to let out louder, desperate whines, moving both his hands onto your hips tight to gain control, pounding quickly and deeply into you.

“F-fuck, Josh,” you sighed softly, moaning with him as the sounds of his thrusting increased.

“O-oh, god… f-fuck…” Josh whimpers, feeling his hips and thighs weaken.

A few thrusts later, the two of you finally came together, Josh collapsing on your back as he panted, leaving frantic kisses on the back of your neck, still deep inside of you. You felt him hold you from behind, the butterfly kisses you received, and his hand rubbing your hip.

“Why did you act like this was the first time you’ve seen my tramp stamp?” You ask him in a gentle voice, yet still very curious, and maybe even a little concerned.

“I, uh… It’s a lot to explain,” he replied out of guilt; he really didn’t want to drag you into this.

“Josh,” you sigh, “You’ve seen it for years. Your face was completely identical to your face the first time you saw it. Seriously, I could be overthinking this, but you’ve been acting weird recently. What’s going on with you?”

“N-nothing! I just… It’s been days since I’ve seen you, and… I really missed you. You’re, like, the hottest person I know, how could I not be inexplicably aroused by you?” In this moment, Josh decided not to tell you anything about the whole thing with The Biotic Wars. He couldn’t. If you would experience the same things he did, he would ensure that it would never happen.

You chuckle lightly at his compliment. “You being honest, baby?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. “It’s just other personal stuff?”

“Y-yeah. It’s nothing important, I promise,” he pecked your lips in reassurance, attempting to ease your worry for him.

“Okay, good,” you say, feeling him kiss down your back, letting out a soft whine as he slowly pulled out to kiss your further down. He held onto your hip, letting his grip lower to your ass as he kissed along your tramp stamp and looked up at you desperately. He could definitely get used to this.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re up for round two.”

You laugh at him, letting your hand reach his head to tangle his hair in your fingers. “Who would I be if I wasn’t?”

#josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x gn!reader #josh futturman smut #josh futturman x you #josh futturman #future man #future man 2017 #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson x you #Mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis x reader #peeta mellark x reader #derek danforth x reader

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savannahsdeath · 4 months

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MDNI ! haven't posted much bout ellie lately .. but rockstar!ellie makes me go feral . especially when she likes to have secrets, like a cute groupie backstage. a clever groupie, who wants to be more than a secret

❥︎ i hope nobody catch us ,

but i kinda hope they catch us , anyway ...

"you told anyone?" she cooed in a sweet voice. an overly sweet, too sweet, like the calm before the storm. she had you settled on her lap, making you hold the hem of your skirt — cheap fabric scratching your sensitive fingertips and upper thighs, even though it wasn't the friction you desired. you knew you have to, so your body will be on display for ellie, revealing what she wanted. she looked down at her well deserved gift with lust in her eyes, ready to make a move... yet something was holding her back. her head rested in the crook of your neck, leaning on your shoulder. her fingers left your knee, abrading through your thighs, her knuckles chafing your skin in a light touch, barely palpable, nevertheless enough to give you goosebumps.

"what if i did?" you suggested in an innocently naive tone, which ellie found suitable for an illiterate. it wasn't troublesome to use your brain and interpret her intonation — she was not in the mood to quarrel. her hand abruptly landed on your panties, the raw, cold agitation making you freeze. you gritted your teeth, letting out a strangled seethe, followed by a shake of your head. "i didn't."

you studied the area around you, glancing at all of the instruments left by the other band members. what were they doing now? perhaps they were parading around the building, ( whose storage compartment you were in ) giving autographs for rapacious fans. sooner or later, one of them will notice that something's off — not everyone decided to greet their admirers.

"where's ellie williams?"

this question must be asked, moreover the explanation wasn't known yet. ellie's friends will have a difficult time finding an answer. you had the honor to know. to know where she was and what she was doing. the way her eyes closed in pleasure showed she wasn't embarrassed of her actions at all.

the next thing you took note of was the microphone, stuck in a tripod, which fell down right next to you. you stretched your hand and grabbed it, letting your skirt limply cover up your thighs. as you heard ellie hum, your fingertips quickly moved the snap and put the mic back in its place. it noiselessly rolled away, and even though it was still near, you had to squint, creating a cute wrinkle in the corner of your eyes. after you used enough effort, you stopped struggling to notice a green dot. you blinked a few times — your eyelids fell down... and opened again. but you weren't wrong. there was, definitely, a little light, glowing blurry in your vision. its color was outstanding — an significant, tinted part, evident in the plain black handle. and you knew what it means;

mic on !

ellie unknowingly laughed and withdrew four of her fingers, only the middle one remaining pressed to your lingerie, slowly sliding towards your clit. "of course you didn't," she whispered in your ear.

if you were right — if the microphone was connected to all of the speakers in the pub — no one should hear that murmur. but once any of you whimpers, whines or lets any other pornographic moan out ... there will be a clear excuse for williams' absence.

i kinda feel insane rn . too crazy ? yes Ok

i swear you turned the mic off right after that n nothing happened im not insaneeee 😹😹😇😇😇 and not horny AT ALLLL

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lightlycareless · 2 months

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hiii i rly love how you portray naoya and i really like how you got naoya's character on point like...... HOW

but like im imagining this headcanon wherein y/n and naoya are lovers and naoya brought up the topic of having an "open relationship" and naoya ends up getting no bitches/loses them in the process and y/n ends up getting approached by men who naoya respects a lot or someone he really looks up to and naoya becomes jealous and very insecure even though he was the one who wanted to open the relationship (reminds me of what you wrote about naoya's jealousy towards nanami)

Hello anon!

Awww, thank you so much ❤️❤️ I spent a lot of time thinking how to make Naoya as realistically possible, how to redeem him and such, which was difficult, but satisfying at the same time.

Yet, something a-hole behaviors of him would remain, lol it has to, or it wouldn't be him, you know???

And the open relationship thing is soooo in character for him. Ugh that man, seriously... As much as I want to deny it, I feel like he would bring it up (but in a universe he isn't like completely devoted to you, like he has yet to realize just how much you mean to him—all paths point to the same destination, it's just... how he gets there that matters lol)

Anyways, here are the warnings of this oneshot 😏: y/n has a harem essentially. gojo, suguru, nanami, and an extra one I've been dying to write. :)))) mentions of infidelity, naoya is a bastard. and a sprinkle of smut. fluff, and angst.

Without any further a do, happy reading!!

When the idea of an open relationship is suggested… the first of many fractures unwittingly struck your relationship.

First by shattering the image you had of him.

Sure, your feelings for Naoya remained, which is what made this ordeal far more painful…

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t harbor other emotions, such as anger.

“—just before we finally settle.” Is the lousy excuse he gives you when confronted, another stab to your heart. “Get it out of the system, you know?”

No. You don’t know, because for the past few years, Naoya is the only man you’ve had eyes for, to the point of imagining a future with him—and solely him.

It hurts to even consider he hasn’t been doing the same, probably already interested in some other woman, the reason behind his suggestion in the first place.

“I don’t want to…” you murmur, doing your best to not leave the table, or at least not shed a tear.

“It’ll only be a short time.” Naoya insists. “This way, we can know if we’re truly meant for each other. See if we don’t feel the same with others, hm?”

It’s stupid.

It really is—

Naoya’s suggestion… and your devotion to make him happy.

Because even after all the dumb things he said to justify the unjustifiable, you still wanted to please him.

“I guess we could go through restrictions or something, not that I have an—”

“No sex.” The rapid way in which you reply is something Naoya can’t help but find adorable, interpreting your eagerness as jealousy, overprotectiveness… before brushing it off as silly.

“Y/N—my love, you’re not seriously thinking we can reach a conclusion without that now, can we?”

Truth to be told, you didn’t want to find out. Not through this way at least, by laying in the arms of another…

Thus, could he really blame you for trying to fight it?

“Besides, don’t you want to try it out too?” Naoya smirks. “I’m fine with it, really. It’s a two-way street, after all. What’s good in me having all the fun?”

What hurts more?

That fact that Naoya wanted to pursue other women with your permission?

Or that he was pushing you onto other men, appearing careless to whatever you did or didn’t do with them?

It’s not that Naoya doesn’t care—far from that, really. He doesn’t like when men do as little as glance in your direction.

But he doesn’t worry because he knows there’s nothing to worry about.

Trusting that his hopelessly-in-love girlfriend would never betray him like that. Aware that your attention and devotion has been on him the moment you took him into your heart—and that no matter what, you’ll always come back to him.

It’s why he suggested the idea in the first place, because he’s long acknowledged that even past your limits, you still tolerate him.

Thus, unsurprised that you agreed to this change—Naoya leaving the apartment soon after that.

Looks like you were right in assuming he already had someone in mind to debut this new arrangement; willing to bet anything to prove he’s already on his way to her.

…Well, you hope that Naoya at least respects the only condition both agreed on: to not bring any partners to the apartment.

Not that you’d be there to see much of it anyways, opting to stay in your friend’s—Shoko— apartment for the time being.

“Can’t say I didn’t think him capable of doing something like that—but I guess I never thought he’d actually do it, not after dating you as long as he did.” She’d say, before taking a deep huff of her cigarette and exhaling.

You always found it endearing how she’d release the smoke to the side, as if it didn’t permeate the air around you… but at least Shoko cares enough to try. Not sure if you think the same of Naoya anymore…

“So much for having faith on him…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you say, offended yet intrigued by her implications.

“I mean, you knew of the rumors before dating him, Y/N.” Shoko adds, you sigh. That, you did. “I don’t want to say I told you so, but…”

“I guess I was hoping they weren’t real, either.” You slowly admit. “…What am I going to do, Shoko?”

A breakup isn’t exactly what you had in mind, certainly not what you wanted to do….

But why do that now when you could take advantage of this exploitable opportunity? An opening all too obvious to Shoko, which she doesn’t hesitate to let you know.

“Give him a taste of his own medicine.” She suddenly suggests. “He told you, didn’t he? That you were good to be with other men.”

“But I don’t want to.” You shake your head. “I don’t—I don’t think I can.”

“It’s exactly the same, just another face if that’s what you’re wondering.” Shoko explains, but to you, it was much deeper than that, always has been, for an emotional personal like you.

It’s why she was so angry that your beloved boyfriend was quick to disregard your feelings.

“Ok, sure, let’s say I agree.” You play along. “How do I even start? It’s been a while since I’ve been in the dating scene—I don’t even know if I’m still… desirable.”

Oh, if you only knew some were dying for this moment.

The first to approach you, and shockingly no less than a day after, was Gojo.

It was through an unexpected text, making you surprised he still had your number after all that time—or at all, considering you didn’t really text anyone outside of your family, close friends, and… Naoya.

Satoru once belonged to your social circle, but due to unknown reasons of his own, most likely to do with Suguru, he strayed.

Either way, you responded as amicably expected.

S: [Are you doing anything tonight?]

Y: [No… why?]

S: [Let’s get something to eat 😋]

Y: [Did you text the wrong person?]

S: [Wait, is this not Y/N’s number?]

Y: [It is…]

S: [Then I’ll pick you up later at Shoko’s apartment, 7 alright for you?]

Y: [Wait, how do you even know where I’m staying?]

S: [It’s a date, then! See you soon!]

It was good to see that Satoru remained as… well, pushy as ever. Not that you were glad to have been pulled into this outing without further precedent, but you eventually succumbed to the flow, and soon, you were in one of the fanciest restaurants of the city, sitting at a table Satoru had gotten through a reservation (difficult to do so given the status of the establishment, guess he can do anything that he sets his mind to), while chatting the evening away with just about anything that crossed his mind.

Regardless of how… oddly this situation came to be, you still found enjoyment in catching up with an old friend of yours. It had been so long since anyone had seen him, many even thought he had left the country all together.

Not that you had a way to know, since your connections were already limited thanks to Naoya—One of the many things you’ve had to sacrifice in to keep your attention solely on him.

…

Was your relationship with him always this consuming?

Well, you had lots of catch up with Satoru either way—it almost felt like you were getting to know him all over again! Happy to see that he essentially remained the same (somewhat irritating) goofball he always was.

But unfortunately, just as the good remained, the bad also prevailed, which you’d be reminded of when going for a walk around the city, just a few blocks down the main road when both were approached by a group of women, who upon catching sight of him and his undeniable attractiveness, knew they needed his attention.

That’s the thing with Satoru. Raised as the heir of a highly prestigious company, he just never got enough of it. Always wanting more and more, and not afraid to do whatever necessary to get it, careless if it was to the detriment of others.

Thus, you assumed it wouldn’t take long before he completely ignored you in favor of them, leaving you behind.

When talking about him, you normally wouldn’t care if he left you or not. He was just another friend, long accustomed to his ways. It was just… never like that.

But after all that happened with Naoya, it’s like your still-healing wound reopened, pain sharper when slowly reminded that even with a friend, you weren’t good enough to retain their attention, less their care…

Well, at least it was a good distraction, and you got to see Satoru again. You wonder how much would a taxi cost to take—

“Seriously, couldn’t you be any denser?? I’m on a date here!”

As if you’d been showered with a bucketful of ice-cold water, you freeze, blinking while slowly turning to see him and his angered face.

Did you… Did you hear him right?

“Get lost.” Satoru doesn’t even bother letting them respond before his hand is already on your back, gently pushing you forward and away from the group, leaving behind both the distraught, slightly spiteful women…

And your erroneous preconceptions.

As he goes back to the previous conversation you two were having, acting as if nothing happened, even suggesting getting something sweet to serve as dessert —your choice, he’d tease— all the self-doubt you felt for his actions immediately evaporates.

It was simple, more likely unintentional, but his gesture in defending your importance, highlighting the fact he wanted to be with you, against how he usually behaved…

Made you feel special, realizing that perhaps it wasn’t that hard to be somewhat of a decent person.

Yet, your feelings…

“It was a nice night out.” Satoru would say once parked outside Shoko’s apartment complex, signifying the end of your unexpected yet pleasurable evening with him.

“Yeah, it was… nice.”

“I hope we can do this again.” But you don’t keep your hopes up, not when your feelings for Naoya were still there, prickling at the back of your mind, inundating you with a sense of wrongfulness, for you were never one to offer the other cheek, regardless of what your estranged boyfriend was or wasn’t doing.

Unless Gojo were to do something to make you… well, not change your mind, but rattle your beliefs, if only for a moment, when he ruffled the top of your head, giving you a smile, before softly kissing your forehead.

Alongside the reminder that…

“You’re too pretty to be upset about someone like him.”

Albeit archaic, his words convinced you that perhaps… you could do with another day like this.

The second to approach you, yet again to much of your surprise, is Geto. Just a few days after Satoru did. Although his invitation was much more… palpable.

In other words, you were getting lunch with Shoko when he made his “sudden” appearance, joining the two for a bite, before driving both back to her apartment, only voicing his intentions when she was out the car, leaving you alone.

Although sweet, wholeheartedly intending to spend time with you, you could still that some of it lingered the realms of an unspoken competition between him and Satoru—which you didn’t know whether to be flattered by, or worried…

“—and let me guess. He spent the whole evening talking about himself.”

Somewhat, not that you cared to justify, really, for you were far more enthralled in learning all that he’s been up to since he left.

But it was the truth either way.

Geto sighs.

“We’ll do something better.” And so, is how the date begins, by first taking you to the mall, window shopping through essentially every store that crossed your path, while catching up with him—he too had disappeared for a while, motives unclear, although the common theory was that he had a nasty falling out with Gojo. But now it seems they’re on good terms given the way he occasionally mentioned him throughout the conversation.

Beyond that, you assumed Geto also took this visit as a good opportunity to go through some pending errands, maybe get something for himself as well—or… for someone else.

The things he was looking at were quite eye-catching, after all, very gift appropriate.

Regardless of who it was intended to, you were right to assume they were special to him if he was considering buying a diamond necklace…

But yet again, that’s what you believed—reality was simply much different.

Or obvious.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you wanted to try it on— I know it’ll look beautiful on you.” He’d say that, genuinely, with just about anything he deemed suitably for you, ranging from jewelry to clothes…

With your face flaring every single time.

“Oh—I—I don’t—” you stammer, struggling whether to decline his offer because this is all too luxurious for your taste…

Or because you were still processing the words that made you blush in the first place… alongside the fact that at one point, his hand had reached for yours without even noticing, intertwining his fingers with yours and staying that way while the two continued to walk around the mall.

Just… why did Satoru and Suguru decided to appear out of the nowhere?

“No, thank you.” Is what you eventually manage to say. If he’s noticed your nerves, he doesn’t say, instead, he simply gives your hand a soft squeeze, followed by another equally charming smile. “I don’t feel like trying out things either way.”

“Don’t worry about it, then. Perhaps another time.”

At his promise, you can’t hold back your skin from growing increasingly hotter, doing your best to instead focus on the movie the two agreed to watch, with little to no success, of course, considering Geto also took this opportunity to unconsciously drape his arm over your shoulders and move you closer.

While stereotypical, it still manages to fluster, and that’s how you’d remain for the rest of the date: even when getting something to eat, or when it was time to take you back to Shoko’s apartment once late enough.

But on the way back to the parking lot, you’re able to snap out of this trance when something catches your attention, just by the corner of your eye, effectively stopping you on your tracks.

Something simple, like a minimal black halter dress… unintentionally the same model you’ve wanting to try since forever, but never daring to do so, believing that your body was unbefitting of such style—and quickly, you moved on.

Your gaze didn’t linger much on it beyond a few mere seconds, certainly not for Suguru to notice, or so you considered…

But when the next day comes, a package is suddenly delivered at Shoko’s apartment, with your name on it, that by various personal reasons you open with great anticipation, growing distraught when seeing it had to do nothing with what you projected—

Quickly flustered upon realizing that the sender was Suguru all along, demonstrating his attentiveness by gifting you the same dress you saw last night, as well as his intentions of seeking something more with you.

“I enjoyed our time together. I wish to see you again—hopefully with this dress.”

You didn’t think you were too obvious when it came to your reaction, but at Shoko’s mention, you finally acknowledge you’ve been smiling, heart loudly pounding against your chest as you lovingly held the dress, moved by his gesture…

For when was the last time someone had gifted you something to your liking, without having to beg for it? Without having to justify why you wanted it?

…

Had it really been that long?

Just what else was missing in your relationship with Naoya…?

Or perhaps, not wanting to face?

…

Your feelings, to begin with.

Because as attentive and caring Satoru and Suguru had been, neither were courageous enough to acknowledge the situation that put you in their reach in the first place, opting to instead reap the benefits, but ignore the rest.

It wasn’t malicious, not at all. It’s been stated by now that they truly cared for you, always checking in on you whenever possible.

It’s just that… they didn’t feel comfortable doing so yet, believing they were far from appropriate, or close enough, to do so.

Judging by those characteristics, the only one worthy enough, and the one that would end up confronting you for that matter, was Nanami, who wanted to see you as soon as he found out the horrible situation Naoya had forced you to but struggled to do so thanks to his strenuous new job.

But once he was free, the first thing he did was call you, eventually meeting in Shoko’s apartment (she was gone for the day, for privacy matters, how convenient) and thus, everything else unfolded.

“Why are you even dating Naoya if he’s hurting you so much?”

“I—I don’t think that’s for you to discuss.” You objected, going through a roller coaster of emotions, a combination of unwillingness to speak of the matter, and fear of admitting the truth.

To talk about something like this was never an easy matter, more so when the situation was already deep in hot water…

Yet, his assertive nature didn’t come as a surprise to you anymore, nor permitted you to avoid it.

Nanami had always been this way, the one willing to speak about difficult things, rip the bandage, careless if you were prepared for it or not.

And let everything that is meant to happen, happen.

“My relationship is something only I should speak about! And when I feel ready for it…”

“Not when I see how much it’s hurting you.” He rebutted. “When was the last time you were genuinely happy at his side? Or where you didn’t have to sacrifice your personal life just to keep him happy?”

It’s obvious what he’s referring to—Nanami is another one of your friends you’ve lost contact with due to Naoya’s… jealousy. But different from Satoru and Suguru, he cared too much to just let you go, consistently reaching out to you whenever possible—even when you never answered.

“You don’t know what we agreed on—”

“I don’t think that losing your friends was part of that.”

“You don’t know him, you don’t know Naoya at all!’

“And you do?” Nanami counters, breath hitching at your throat, upset by his abruptness. “You once said Naoya was crude, but he’d never do anything to willingly hurt you—and yet, here you are, in an open relationship you clearly didn’t want.”

“Kento—that’s—” your voice trembles, his words too close for comfort. “That’s not—"

“Then why? Why do you keep tolerating him?” Nanami frowns. “Do you hate yourself that much?”

“What? No!” You shake your head, aghast by his accusation. “That’s not it, at all!”

“Then what is it, Y/N? What could possibly entail sticking around with a man that has done nothing but hurt you?”

“Stop it…”

“Seeing other women while still being with you? Is that your idea of a good relationship?”

“Kento, please—”

“It’s never my intention to offend you, but I can’t help believing you’re growing desperate—seeking for something you can’t have with him! So why? Why do you try so hard to make it work, when he clearly doesn’t deserve—"

“Because I don’t want to be alone, ok?!” You eventually shriek, tears in your eyes as his words stung your heart too deeply, too much to handle in silence anymore. “It’s just as simple as that!”

Nanami’s eyes widen, taken aback by your unexpected outburst and confession, yet, as surprised as he was, if not bothered, he was also very, greatly hurt by its meaning.

Your words unknowingly disregarding everyone else that had ever been there for you.

And such, he cannot believe it. He doesn’t—not when he’s been there all along.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” Nanami insists. “What is the truth? Is he forcing you to this??”

“No, Kento, he’s not!” you objected. “I truly want to be with him, because he’s the only one that has ever wanted to be with me.”

“You know very well that’s not true.”

“Seems like our perspectives vary greatly.” You frown. “I remember attempts of trying to get close to people, only to be pushed to the side when someone better came along. Person after person, they all just… ignored me; either because I was overshadowed by my family, or because I was too mundane to compete with others.

Until… Naoya came along. He was the only one that saw me for who I was. Even though it was mostly because I fit the mold he wanted.

But even then… I was happy to play along, because it meant that for the first time in my life, I meant someone to something.”

“That’s what you think? That you didn’t mean anything to no one else?”

“It’s not what I think—It’s what I know.” You sniffle, doing your best to hold back the tears pooling in your eyes from falling. “…Even now I know I’m only relevant because I’m Naoya’s girlfriend… but once that’s gone, I’m sure no one will look my way—"

“That’s not true.” He swiftly interjects.

“…And how would you know that? How would you know that this time, fate wouldn’t be cruel to me, like it has always been?!”

“Because there is someone that cares for you.”

“Let me guess, my parents.”

“No—I didn’t mean them.” Nanami frowns.

“Then who—” you breathe. “Who are you referring to??”

And suddenly, thanks to his softening eyes and growing silence… something clicks in your mind and all makes sense.

His anger, his protectiveness, his insistence…

There was a reason behind them all, only now does it become clear to you.

“…Why didn’t you say anything?” you softly ask, heart sinking when looking back at the dismissive way you treated him, always standing by your side, and yet…

“Because you seemed happy with Naoya.” Nanami adds. “Perhaps I was at fault too, for not having spoken of my feelings before, but… after seeing the way you smiled with him, I supposed it was for the best if I instead, supported you as a friend.

But because I’m your friend, I can’t allow you to go on thinking no one has ever cared for you. That no one has loved you for who you are… or will never do.

And most importantly, remind you that this—this isn’t what happiness looks like.”

At his open declaration, you couldn’t stop the wave of overwhelming emotions from washing over you, a combination of shock, sadness, and perhaps… longing, wondering what would’ve happened if you knew of his feelings back then.

Would you have accepted them? Or would everything continue as it does now?

Well, one thing is for sure—Nanami would’ve never suggested something like this; the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind!

But it’s too late now. You’ve made your decision and now, you were suffering the consequences…

However, you didn’t have to be alone anymore—and Nanami would reassure you of such by the following words, the same one’s he wished to have told you back then… and possibly save you from all this pain.

“I love you, Y/N. I always did, and I’ll always do. Even if we never see each other again—you’ll always remain in my heart.”

Because he would rather die than to make decisions that hurt you.

Leading you to unwittingly discover what it was to feel loved, for the first time in your life.

A heartwarming sensation, with no strings attached, just… someone that wishes your well-being above everything else, alongside your happiness, and nothing more.

And such, something grows inside you, something that pushes you to be closer to him, far beyond this day—

Coincidentally, he’s also the first one you kiss.

After Nanami’s visit, your days would slowly become brighter, although the grey cloud of Naoya’s seeming infidelity still lingered in the background.

But even then, your mind didn’t dwell on him for long, difficult to do so thanks to Satoru’s, Suguru’s, and now, Nanami’s interventions, as well as Shoko’s advice of enjoying the best of your new status.

The men involved didn’t seem to mind… too much.

Sure, their jealousy would sometimes rise to the occasion (from one person in specific) but as long as you continued to be attentive with them, they were willing to “share”, believing it was only a matter of time before you left that jerk-of-a boyfriend of yours once and for all, settling for on them instead.

Long story short, everything seemed to go on peacefully with your new routine…

Until the sudden appearance of a man you never expected to see, less set his eyes on you, since the only time you’ve seen him was that one instance you became acquainted with him thanks to Naoya’s business, never to speak again, disrupted all you held true.

While you might’ve seen this moment as expendable, forgettable even, to him, it was the fated day he knew he must have you—a growing desire to make you his when the time was right.

Naoya’s stupidity opening that door.

Sukuna was the owner of a rival company, a fierce competitor that always made the Zen’in uneasy whenever mentioned, constantly keeping them on their toes—because with a man as belligerent as him, to let their guard down, if just for the slightest, meant the complete loss of all they’ve worked for.

It’s safe to say that Sukuna had garnered the reputation of being aggressively intimidating, thus it was only right to assume that his approach would be of the same nature.

“I—I can’t” is what little you manage to muster through the fear constricting your throat; you still remember the eeriness you felt when meeting him that one time, never believing it could worsen… until you had him just a few feet away.

“I wasn’t asking.” He responds, the tone in his voice not only highlights his sincerity, but also warns you there won’t be a second chance.

Urging you to do what’s best for you, less…

Perhaps out of fear of experiencing his anger, some kind of retribution, or because deep inside, past your worry and hesitation, you were genuinely intrigued to know what a man like him might’ve found interesting in you… you accept.

Because after all was said and done, he was far different to what you were normally accustomed to…

As well as to willing to bargain for.

You don’t know what it was—maybe it was your blinding intrigue, your desire to taste something way beyond your reach… or because you took Shoko’s words a bit too literally, even though with him, she insisted you to be careful…

You ended up following Sukuna into his apartment; And not only that, but you also let him show you what true desire meant, in more ways than one, sure to never forget.

“Su—Sukuna—!” you’d breathe, whatever little you could muster through the tightening of your chest and the fuzziness of your mind, harshly gripping his arms, as he pushes you over the edge and into your release for what seemed to be the nth time that night. “Sukuna, please—I need—I need a break—”

“No—you will take it!” he groans, holding your waist and keeping you in place as his cock deep into your core, each time harsher than the last one, bruising that spot that always made you see stars over and over again; unexpectedly, a place that Naoya was all too ignorant of, Sukuna being amongst the few, if not the only, to achieve such feat.

No wonder you were reacting the way you were, losing yourself in pleasure, because just as he teased…

“This is the first time you’ve ever been with a real man, isn’t it?” He laughs when feeling you quiver against his hold, feeble against the sensations he’s relentlessly giving you, finding your numbing reaction, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth agape, and toes curling… to be quite adorable.

Doing all in his power to get more of this reaction—hopefully, beyond this night too.

“They simply don’t make the cut! —But how could they? With a cunt as lewd as yours, one isn’t enough!”

Sukuna doesn’t find satisfaction in seeing you with other men, less when you’re still “taken”.

But ever the one to seek advantage, even in the most uneven of fields, Sukuna was quick to see the endless possibility this opportunity provided—more than ready to exploit them…

“Don’t—don’t say that!” you’d moan, with such an exciting cry, Sukuna just couldn’t help prolonging this night. “That’s not—that’s not tru—ah!”

And keep you all for himself.

“I don’t want you staying at that hideous apartment anymore.” Sukuna would mutter the moment you opened your eyes; having fallen asleep soon after the strenuous ordeal, and suffering from its aftermath as soon as conscious.

“It’s not… nasty.” You groan, slowly blinking as you look back at him, doing your best to push yourself up from the bed, only to fall back down when resulting too weak to do so. However, even when dealing with the sharp pains across your body alongside unbearable drowsiness, you’re capable enough to defend Shoko. “…It’s a nice place.”

He chuckles.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” Sukuna then reaches over to the nearby bedside table, sliding the first drawer open and taking out a pair of keys which he’d give over to you soon after.

You look at it perplexedly, confused as to their meaning… before growing shocked, slumber completely gone from your body when listening the following statement.

“From now on, you’re staying in my apartment.”

“Wh—what?” First that, and now, this? Sukuna meant no joke when it came to you. “No, I can’t accept this!”

“You sure love making me repeat myself, woman.” He scoffs. “It’s not a matter of whether you can or cannot—you will.”

It’s an amazing talent of Sukuna to always sound threatening even when dealing with the most ordinary of things, but either way, you’re not interested in testing how far his limits went, and thus, (not that you had any other option) you accept the keys while silently wondering what the future holds for you by making this decision…

“Uraume will help you move your things. I better see you here when I come back after work—less you wish to be punished again.” He smirks, fingers sliding along your skin before pulling you close to him once more, a whine escaping your lips as you realize what is to transpire next yet again.

Guess you’ll find out soon enough.

…

As well as what Naoya’s been up to, for the day Sukuna allowed you to, you decide to go back to your shared apartment to pick up a few things to take with… him, now that you’re essentially living together.

It was a very awkward arrangement, if you thought about it, one that Shoko was strictly opposed to, but… well, you would be lying if you didn’t admit you were having a good time (outside of the painful pleasures he pushed you through every night) for a plethora of luxurious reasons. Far nicer than what you were used to seeing with Naoya.

Which you could openly enjoy due to Sukuna’s absence, rarely getting to see him due to work commitments, Uraume representing him instead… not that it was any better, for they were just as awkward as awkward can get.

And yet, not as much as what happened when you walked through the door of your shared apartment with Naoya, welcomed by the one person you did not expect to see there, believing him to be completely enraptured in his new freedom, given the silence he always responded with whenever you texted or called him.

“Naoya?” You asked, although confused, you were more… shocked to see his distraught appearance, almost as if he hadn’t been able to sleep for the last few days—or at all.

“What are you doing here?” you add. “I thought… well, I thought you’d be… somewhere else.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” He frowns. “Is it true that you’re staying with that woman?”

“Her name is Shoko…” you murmur; even when away, Naoya remains…

Either way, given his attention on her, it seems like he doesn’t know about Sukuna, yet.

Or Gojo.

Or Geto.

Or Nanami.

Because if he did, it would’ve been the first thing he mentioned; his jealous nature never one to take as a jest.

Unless…

“But yes, I am staying with her.” You confirm. “What about… you? Where have you been staying?”

… and still, you can’t help but worry for him.

“Here.” He confesses, you blink.

“…Really?” Even when skepticism is evident in your voice, he doesn’t not say anything else. Instead…

“Yes. And… it’s time for you to come back home.”

“Why? What happened?” you fret, naturally fearing the worst…

Which you were right in assuming, just that… it wouldn’t be what you expected.

“You—you had enough fun.” Naoya unwittingly stammers, a scowl on his face, or was it sorrow? As he continued. “It’s time for you to remember you’re mine and come back home.”

“Enough… fun?” You slowly repeat, invertedly hurt by his words, as if he weren’t the one that set up this situation in the first place, yet, still overwhelmingly confused as to what he meant.

Suspicion that perhaps he did know about your flings after all begins to settle in your mind, but it isn’t until his following words that it finally takes roots.

“Don’t hide it, Y/N—I know you’ve seen others. And quite frequently too!”

“You’re… you’re doing the same thing.” You immediately respond, scurrying to defend yourself. “And you don’t see me complaining…”

Even if you wanted so much to do so.

“No, of course not—too busy with them, aren’t you??”

“Excuse me? You’re—You’re one to talk! You never answered any of my texts, or calls!” you gasp. “Do you even know how… how…”

Hurt I was?

Guessing by his absence, you assume not.

… Oh, how you wished Naoya kept silent. Kept his words to himself and went on acting as he always did, because maybe, you wouldn’t have felt this burning anger stirring inside you, created by the reassurance by those around you, the reminder that you were still deserving of being cared for, appreciated.

Far more than what Naoya has ever done for you in the past few years.

That much you see now.

“… Let me get this straight, Naoya… you want me to come back… because you don’t want me to see others, even though you did the same thing??” you say, and by the gloomy look in Naoya’s eyes, you could tell you guessed right, stinging a nerve while in the process.

Yet not a sentiment that insulted him, but rather… reminded him of the shocking truth he’s keeping away from you.

Hoping it stays that way, unless you place the pieces together yourself.

“Do not talk to me like that.” He warns, you frown.

“I’m just stating the truth—you went to see someone as soon as you left that day, didn’t you?”

“That’s not—why does it even matter at this point? You did the same afterwards!”

“Again with that—You were the one that suggested it in the first place!” you gasp. “Why does it bother you so much?? Didn’t you…. Weren’t you encouraging me to it?!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I expected you to actually—”

Realizing the imprudence of his words, he suddenly goes silent.

“Expected to actually… what?” you frown.

Naoya doesn’t answer, all he does is scoff before looking away.

A few more seconds of silence, something clicks in your mind.

Anger finally taking a hold of your emotions.

Because just how foolish could you have been?

“Please, come back.” Is what Naoya eventually says. “I don’t want an open relationship anymore—let’s just forget about this and… move on.”

“And why would I do that?” you scowl. “Don’t you have other dates to go to?”

…

Silence yet again.

“Naoya?”

“I don’t. I… never did.”

The truth jolts you far more than you imagined, for it completely contradicts all that you once believed to be true, replacing the pain you’d been feeling since that day, the tears, the anger, and all your actions… with nothing.

As if everything you suffered… was void of any true meaning.

But that was only one point of view, you had yet to see Naoya’s. The truth as to why he hadn’t gotten any dates.

Or at least… successful ones.

Naoya did go out with women that caught his interest, having his go-to procedure ready to go when it came to impressing them, such as taken them to an expensive restaurant, gifting them luxurious jewelry, or simply showing off the privilege his family name provided— things he was sure would get him in their pants.

But when he thought it was only a matter of seconds before he got lucky, they would coldly ignore him, turn around, and… disappear.

It was difficult for him to understand why that happened, considering all that he “offered” …

What he failed to realize, though, is that one simple yet big problem stood between him and his ultimate goal: a personality many weren’t willing to tolerate, especially with the intensity he seemed to go on about, no matter the amount of riches he represented.

And soon, it wouldn’t take long before rumors of his personality began to spread into the circles he was involved in, not like it wasn’t happening already beforehand, Naoya was already well-known as a bratty heir with an equally explosive temperament—he just became more… popular.

Rumors he never had issues with, unbothered by them, because you… well, you seemed to not care for them. Willingly tolerating him instead, perhaps far more than he was deserving of, and keeping by his side, no matter what.

Giving him a false sense of confidence.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t come to realize this until seeing you with someone else—whispers and sightings of your dates, far more successful than any of his attempts, and without even trying, was enough to ignite a fire under his ass and come rushing to you.

Falsely believing it was just a matter of calling it off for everything to return as it was—you by his side, and his blinding jealousy effectively gone. Because only he deserved to have you.

Failing to realize the damage he’s already struck onto this relationship,

Yet, he still came back, shamelessly expecting he’d be received with the forgiveness, compassion and care you unconditionally provided, no matter the gravity of his mistakes…

But what seemed noble, prophetic even, for him—

Was only insulting to you, and when the nature of his actions reveals itself to you, your anger transforms intofury.

Because a man like Naoya shouldn’t have the freedom to openly discard you, and then want you back when things aren’t going his way—without facing consequences.

You were not there to be a steppingstone of sorts, be there through every single step of the road, sacrifice your life… only to be replaced just because he wants.

It was painful, it was unjust…

And it was unpunished.

For him to make it up for you, he’ll have to face the repercussions of his acts, experience just how much you suffered…

Only then, would you consider going back to him.

“I’m sorry, but I have things to do.”

“What?” Naoya’s eyes widen. “What do you mean you have things to do, Y/N? What could you…—you’re going to see someone.”

“And what if I am?” you frown. “I’m not doing anything I’m not allowed to do.”

“I don’t want this anymore!” He gasps. “I don’t want you to see anyone else, just me!”

“…Then you’ll just have to wait until I’m done. Until I’m sure we belong together, you know? You said so yourself, I just need to get it out of my system before I make a decision—” At being served a spoonful of his own medicine, the color in Naoya’s face disappears. “Only then, will I’ll come back.”

If you ever do.

“Y/N—Wait!”

Because after what you have planned for the following weeks, Naoya would only be lucky if you even do as little as think of him.

Shoko is the one that let everyone know of your new "single" life. Except Sukuna, that man has ears everywhere, and when he saw it as his moment, he rose to the occasion. Nice.

Not gonna lie, this idea has been on my mind for a while now, like, as soon as Y/N is single people begin to hound her. Everyoneeeeeeeee Naoya really does not realize the stupidity he committed until it's too late. :)

And there you have it, my take on an open relationship with him! I once read that open relationships don't work, unless you're talking about celebrities, and I'm honestly inclined to accept that...

But yeah, him doing this is like the worst thing Naoya could think of; there's just so many things that could go wrong—safe to say, in another universe 1) Naoya would never suggest it. 2) Y/N would never accept it lol.

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask! I hope it was to your liking :> ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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tsukana · 7 months

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GOD but rewatching the bit where phil teleports to the favela and strides into the order again makes me feel so insane like-

the movements of the cubito are expressed so so well because even though you arent hearing the clips of his mouse or keyboard like he's slamming them theres such an intensity and urging purpose behind all of his movements. everything is done efficiently and precisely and it FEELS like im hearing sounds the way you do when etoiles is clack clack clacking away and you can hear him over the stream and every other player in the vicinity.

but when he enters that meeting room? you barely even see him whip around and close the door behind him before he faces forward again. its literally a SPLIT SECOND of motion on the stream. it happens so quickly i genuinely had to take a moment and be like this man just aggressively slammed that door closed. it is a moment that i literally see no way to interpret as any thing BUT q!phil throwing the meeting room door open and slamming it shut behind him in a split second before launching himself into the chair at the head of the table; wanting to slump into it under the weight of everything he's feeling but not being able to because of the tension threaded through his body from the high sense of emotions of exactly what he's just been found and seemingly taunted with, especially given the specific situation differences compared to the rest of the static photos found

(specifically seeing more of the actual egg bodies compared to their items like in the other photos, the photos found at places that are specifically dear to his kids and NOT just in a chest on these fucking freaky alien ships)

just. you can tell that phil himself is definitely feeling the intense emotions, but damn he translated the expression of that into the movement of his character in the game so well.

#qsmp #qsmp lb #q philza #qsmp philza #tsu liveblogs #like i fully believe if i rewatched this entire bit with no facecam and only game footage like the way bbh normally streams #i would still be experiencing this entire range of emotions and come away with the same understanding of q!phil that i have rn #qsmp 10/11/23

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melinoelliones · 1 year

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After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him.

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

“Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes.

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more.

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”.

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”.

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure.

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”.

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-”

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”.

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going.

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both.

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”.

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me”

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words.

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern.

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad.

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses.

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory.

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second.

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely.

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved.

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt.

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants.

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base.

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

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liesmyth · 4 months

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Ok so im antichrist gideon anon my bad i only noticed this rn.

Ok so technically, from a catholic point of view, alecto technically fills more requirements for being God than John does. Most relevant for us rn, the requirement she fulfill is the tripartite god (which im unsure is actually the term in english), ie: the father, the son, and the holy spirit, or alecto, nona, earth.

What does this make John? Lucifer. John was chosen by the earth for a task because he was her specialest little guy (Angel-era) fucked up massively, destroyed the world, got humanity kicked out of "eden", and even now torments their descendants for the same reasons he did then, is, technically, a False God, and depending on which interpretation of Lucifer's actions and background you have, actually does have similar reasons to John (At least regarding rage at the unfairness, him and his buddies getting fucked up for it, his buddies becoming "demons" like him, ie necromancers. Idk if lucifer was an environmentalist.)

Now, Gideon! As we have established in this allegory John's Lucifer, she does get the Antichrist treatment automatically, but she also has ascended to a place of social prominence, her showing up as John's daughter has coincided with stuff you can technically argue sorta relates to the Armageddon (the demons being released, the war against demons, the fucking possession stuff which may qualify as a plague) and she also distracts the followers of Actual God (Get in line thou big slut), drives them to wickedness and to harm others and themselves (Harrow, lyctorhood, their rivalry, the lobotomy), but she's also necessary so people can, yknow, get into heaven and for things such as the apocalypse to happen (Protagonist— I mean her blood opens the tomb and that's needed for God Alecto to wake.)

Anyways this was prompted by me stumbling across the term Lesbian Jesus again, pausing, and asking myself "Is she, though?" Which through this very well organised essay we have determined, she is not.

Nona is the one who's lesbian jesus.

this is a GEM of a thought to receive in my inbox I'm honoured you graced me with it! the part of me who was obsessed with Paradise Lost at age 17 loves your argument for Lucifer = John.

I think TM treats catholic theology in the same way she treats most of her influences, picking and choosing what to keep so but anyway catholic lore expert @monstrousgourmandizingcats get in here. do you have thoughts 👀 🙏

#ask #anonymous #elle tlt posting #tlt

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beepboopkek · 4 months

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— I will always come to your aid (AFAB!Reader)

AMAB!Reader has also been posted! including: Jing Yuan cw: !!NSFW!!, afab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual w/c: 2k a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my male reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so im just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isnty my first language. enjoy!!

The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.

Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.

Jing Yuan.

Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.

You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.

You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.

The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.

“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”

Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.

There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.

It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.

That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.

What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…

You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.

You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.

Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.

Fuck.

Your hand drifted towards your pussy, already feeling some wetness gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.

— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.

You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.

You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your panties along with it.

You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.

You rubbed your clit, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.

How would he touch you?

He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.

You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside you. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.

You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.

It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.

You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.

You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.

You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake.

Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.

You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.

…With your fingers still inside you.

“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”

You blinked.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Oh. Fuck.

You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.

“J-Jing Yuan I-”

You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.

Life is going great.

Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.

Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.

He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.

Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.

What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.

Okay, maybe now he should panic.

Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.

Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a hundred years of his life if it mean you would be safe.

That landed him here, in front of a half-naked (and very surprised) you.

He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Wow, you don't say.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.

“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”

An interesting turn of events.

“... Did you not call for me?”

“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”

“Oh, dear.”

“What?”

“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”

He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.

“The jade aba—”

You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.

“Fuck.”

“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”

Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand. “I forgive you.” “Really? Great let me j—”

“On one condition.” Of course there’s a catch. You sighed begrudgingly.

“What do you need help with?” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again. “You let me help you finish.” The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing. “Finish what?”

You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be. “Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.” Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away. Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back. “Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?” “I can’t.” Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—

“I can’t do it without you.” You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking. Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss. He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his. “Guide me.” You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your dripping pussy again. Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them. Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.

His hand (under your guidance and insistence) cupped your pussy and grinded the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit. “I’ve barely touched you, were you this wet while we were talking,hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?” Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was. Jing Yuan dipped the tip of his finger in your core, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.

“Answer me.”

“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”

Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.

He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.

But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.

“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.

You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.

Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.

“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”

“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”

Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.

Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.

Maybe both.

Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.

You gasped as your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.

Taking his soaked fingers out, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.

Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.

“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”

He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.

“I think we skipped a few steps.”

“Yeah, no shit, general.”

He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.

You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship.

You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.

“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”

“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”

“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.

“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I cant travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”

You smiled.

Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.

“Be my guest.”

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x you #afab reader

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lustkillers · 5 months

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Tyler smut, pls? It can be drabble, hc's or an one shot, Anything! I'm starving for him

Love your blog 💞

I NEED A DICK AND CONVERSATION, CAN YOU COVER ME?

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - desperate times call for desperate measures.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit! dom!tyler, sub!reader, waitress!reader, unprotected sex, rough-? sex, public sex, work sex, creampie, wall sex, throat fucking, overstimulation ?? & (slight?) biting, & hair pulling!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - tyler x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ note - i'm literally crying and screaming for him thank u for the request!! 🙁 i need more tyler requests before i explode. this is sort of short IM SO SORRY...

THE restaurant was booming with business, and orders were coming simultaneously. What that eventually meant was that you and Tyler wouldn't be flirting every now and then, and instead you were both in the kitchen, making things come and go.

Tyler's voice roared through out the kitchen as he constantly rang bells, yelled orders, and asked for help in different directions. Your job was to hand food to the hungry customers, and between the heat from the kitchen and Tyler's throat-shrieking orders, you were beginning to feel hot.

The kitchen was steaming from the heat of the stoves, and everytime you came in there, it felt like you entered the gates of hell. You were sweating profusely, but you had to keep going. Your only choice to "cool down" was to unbutton the first couple of buttons of your shirt.

It gave somewhat of a relief, the cool air coming in between your chest. As you went back and forth to retrieve orders, Tyler noticed your undone buttons in one of his glances, and you could see his expression changing into something... different as he stared at you.

You felt his eyes on you as you worked, and sometimes when he thought no one was looking, his eyes would linger on your chest for a few seconds. You weren't sure how to interpret it though; did he like it or was he judging you?

The sexual tension in the air was palpable and it made you uncomfortable, yet somewhat excited at the same time. You started to feel a bit bolder, so when Tyler would deliver orders or ask for help around the kitchen, you'd stand a little closer than usual and try to make eye contact with him.

You would think he wouldn't notice, but oh boy, he did. His gaze on you was intense and almost felt like he was undressing you with his eyes. You could see a slight smirk tugging the corner of his lips every time you two would lock eyes, as if he knew exactly what your game was. He seemed to enjoy this little dance between the two of you, and everytime his eyes averted to your breasts, his pants felt tighter.

The door at the back of the kitchen leading outside had opened, a bright light from the sky leaking through the now open door. A gust of wind blew in, cooling the warm atmosphere slightly. It was Tyler's break, and he didn't waste any time making a move towards that door.

Before he left, he shot a wink at you, signalling he wanted you to follow him.

Your other co-worker had also been scheduled to share the same break as Tyler, and you couldn't shake off that feeling that he left you with. Your break had been scheduled for later, but you needed this. You needed him.

Before your co-worker could leave the door, you stopped them. You told them that you were swapping shifts - that you would take their break - and with a quick nod and groan, they obliged.

Once outside, Tyler pulled you close and cupped your face with both hands. He leaned in closer, looking into your eyes intently before pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was feral yet passionate, like he was trying to devour you. As his tongue slid between your lips, you felt a sudden wave of heat course through your body.

Your back hit the brick wall that stood behind you, and Tyler leaned into you. His rough hands moved up your body, almost as if they had a mind of their own. You gasped audibly as his finger tips ran across the outline of your neck before planting feather-light kisses all over it.

You palmed his hard-on, making him groan out loud. He slipped his hands inside your shirt, tugging and pulling at the fabric as he explored your body. The sensations of pleasure electrified you to the core; it was like nothing you had ever felt before.

As the kiss deepened, Tyler began to lift up your shirt as he trailed his lips across your collarbone and down your belly. He made his way back up, giving you a final kiss before saying, "On your knees, now."

You obeyed, kneeling down on the ground as Tyler undid his belt. You had cursed yourself for only wearing a skirt with fishnets, as the gravel you kneeled on dug into your skin. But the pain only added to the pleasure as Tyler directed his cock towards your mouth, your lips on the tip that soaked precum. You opened your mouth wider, taking him in as far as possible before licking, sucking and swirling your tongue across the entire length of his cock.

That was before Tyler gripped onto the back of your head, shoving your head down to the base of his cock, your drool spilling off the sides of your mouth and dripping down his balls. He was going deeper and deeper until you felt his tip reach the back of your throat. You coughed and spluttered, the sensation of being filled beyond capacity overwhelming your senses.

However, this only made you wetter as you dipped your hand towards your soaking cunt, tossing your skirt to the side and ripping the fishnets to create a gateway to your pulsing pussy. You rubbed your clit in time with Tyler thrusts, each movement allowing the sensations to increase tenfold.

Your moans vibrated on his cock, making him even harder as he felt your hunger for more. He swelled within you, pushing himself deeper and faster until your legs shook as you gushed onto your own fingers.

You immediately pulled away from his soaking cock, whimpering as a line of saliva was strung between his tip and your plump lips. Tyler smiled, knowing that you were thoroughly satisfied, but his own pleasure was yet to come.

He picked you up by your hair, yanking you up to stand straight. Your knees wobbled, a string of whimpers escaping your lips.

"P-Please, Ty... I can't-" You pant, desperately clinging onto his shoulders. He smirked and shook his head, pushing you back against the wall and guiding himself back inside of you as your legs shakily wrapped around his waist.

"I know you've got one more in you, babe." He murmured, slowly thrusting inside you. You could feel his body tensing up as he moved in and out of your tight warmth, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

You let out a loud moan, biting his shoulder to silence the moans. He pushed deeper and harder each time, his own pleasure increasing. You clung onto him as he thrust inside you, your pleasure amplifying with every passing second.

As he thrust up, the pain of your back grinding up against the jagged wall had faded away, replaced with pure undiluted pleasure that overrode every other sensation.

"S-Slow down, please..." You whined, but you both knew you didn't want him to. His fingers ran down your sides as he continued to thrust, his movements increasing in speed. You could feel yourself rising towards the edge of orgasm, each thrust pushing you closer and closer till you finally peaked with a loud cry.

Your cunt gushed on his cock, liquids seeping down his exposed thigh, as he continued to move inside you. You clung onto him for dear life, as you felt your pussy feeling sore and beaten by his cock.

Chanting your name, he released hot cum inside you, the warmth of his seed sending chills up your spine. The pleasure was intense and now that it had reached its peak, he started to pull out slowly. As he pulled out completely, you felt a void inside you which only made his presence more needed.

He kissed you tenderly on the lips, and as he moved away you could feel his cum running down your thighs. You stand there in a post-orgasmic bliss, feeling both exhausted and fulfilled at the same time.

Your eyes averted to the watch on your wrist, as so much time was wasted on this so-called "break."

Your mind went blank at a sudden realization.

"Ty?" You inquired.

He let out a hum.

"Where did my skirt go?" Your stomach bubbled with sudden fear, mixed with leftover arousal.

"It's probably somewhere," he said with a shrug. "But don't worry, I'll buy you a new one."

How the hell were you going to work with fishnets on?

#rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #smut #the expecting #tyler the expecting #rory culkin x y/n #the expecting tyler #YES CHEF!

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synopsis: reader discovers she is a banshee and hears voices in her head of people who are on the brink of death which leads her to walk into some disturbing situations. paul and embry, her imprinters, do their best to keep an eye on her but the recent increase in patrol shifts has her sometimes unattended - chaos ensues.

notes: this is an interpretation of banshees! i’d say this is closer to the teen wolf version than actual historical interpretations!

word count: 2.20k

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after embry and paul had found you screaming in an abandoned warehouse with multiple dead bodies, they had discovered you were a banshee and had gotten even more protective of you which led to you being rarely left unattended.

you had done your best to keep them out of it but you imagined you’d looked pretty traumatizing when they’d found you in that god-forsaken warehouse so you couldn’t really blame them for being so overprotective. they’d done a pretty solid job of keeping you out of trouble but, as of recently, sam had all the boys working more than normal thanks to multiple rogue vampires in the region that had been on a killing spree in the small town of forks.

so that led you to tonight where you were currently in your apartment, anxiously pacing around your kitchen while you tried to ignore the soft voices in your head that were quite literally begging you to leave the apartment and follow their instructions. you checked the clock on your stove and realized you’d lasted a whopping 27 minutes before you caved and finally put your shoes on to go deal with the voices so you could hopefully get some sleep.

was it the most logical choice ever? nope. was it particularly smart? also no.

you would’ve dragged one of the boys with you but you knew they were on patrol right now so you didn’t really have any way of reaching them which led to you pulling your jacket on, grabbing a flashlight, and heading out your front door to deal with it yourself.

in the woods. please help. we’re in the woods.

you huffed as you followed the voices’ instructions, quickly heading down the dimly lit, beaten trail into the forest of evergreens. you slid your finger over the switch on the flashlight, illuminating the trail in front of you as you continued following the trail, doing your best to dodge all the branches and overgrown plants on your way.

to the left. you need to walk to the left for 10 minutes and you’ll be close.

“fuck me,” you grumbled as you stepped off the trail and climbed over a rather large fallen tree to trek further into the woods. you knew embry and paul would more than likely be livid with you for going off on your own, unprotected, at night, with multiple rogue vampires wandering around the woods with you.

that didn’t seem to stop the voices though, their faint screams gradually increasing in intensity over the next 10 minutes until you were pretty positive they were real screams and not in your head.

you lifted your flashlight to see a beaten-down house in front of you. it looked like a log cabin that hadn’t seen life in years considering the windows were beaten out, the front door looked like it was barely hanging on its hinges, and the whole place had moss and various other plants growing all over it.

please help us!

you winced at the piercing volume of the voices before letting out a heavy sigh as you realized you were definitely at the house they wanted you to be at. you stepped up to the front door and opened it only to see not one, but all three of the rogue vampires the boys had been chasing for weeks now standing around more dead bodies than you could count.

you sucked in a sharp breath as you watched one of the vampires drop what seemed to be the most recent dead body on the floor. you couldn’t help it and immediately dropped to your knees, letting out a piercing scream that had the vampires covering their ears as they tried to figure out what you were doing.

it didn’t take more than 5 seconds for two of the wolves to knock down the back door, immediately diving in and chasing the three vampires out of the house. you let out another scream, your body still desperately telling you that was the only thing you could do in that moment.

it was like you were carrying the grief of all of their deaths, something so heavy and immense you couldn’t help but scream in absolute agony. you slid your hands up to your ears as you let out a broken sob, dropping your head down onto your knees in an attempt to hide from the pile of bodies as tears began rapidly streaming down your face.

you couldn’t hear anything but you felt the way the floors shook as the rest of the pack and cullens arrived on site to help the first two wolves take down the rogue vampires. within a moment you felt embry’s familiar hands on your arms as he pulled you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest.

it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you looked up to see your other imprinter crouching down in front of you with a more distraught look on his face than you’d seen the first time they saw you like this.

paul was saying something but you couldn’t hear it, your ears ringing from all the screaming. you turned your head to look at embry, your vision lagging as you worked to anxiously scan his face in a desperate attempt to figure out what was happening.

frustrated with how fuzzy everything was, you looked over your other shoulder and your vision suddenly got much clearer as you saw carlisle and esme standing next to the pile of bodies. you slapped your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled sob before you let out another piercing scream that led to everyone in the room covering their ears in a futile attempt to stop the pain that echoed throughout their bodies from the intensity of your voice.

before you could do anything else, you felt paul’s hands sliding over you as he pulled you out of embry’s lap and into his own, holding your head close to his chest and covering your eyes with one hand as he glued his other hand to your mouth in an attempt to stop you from freaking yourself out even more by screaming again.

despite the roughness of it, it worked better than he expected and you stopped your screaming, instead just sobbing into his chest. the ringing in your ears was still painfully loud and you were trying your damnedest to catch your breath after screaming for so long.

you felt the vibrations on the floor as more people stepped into the cabin and paul slowly softened his grip on your mouth once he trusted you enough to not start screaming again. embry’s touch came then, gently running his hand up and down your arm as you let out another broken sob, wrapping your arms around paul’s waist to hold him close to you.

“you’re okay, you’re okay,” paul’s voice was faint but you could hear it none-the-less as he worked at calming you down, both boys’ touch helping your nervous system realize you weren’t in any kind of danger anymore. you sucked in a few more deep breaths before slowly lifting your head from paul’s chest to look over at embry who was watching you with the same, pained look paul had on his face earlier.

he paused before he spoke, seeming to have a hard time figuring out what to say to you, “you’re okay,” he whispered after a moment and you slowly nodded, letting out a shaky exhale as you untangled your arms from around paul’s waist to anxiously brush away the tears that couldn’t seem to stop falling down your cheeks.

before you could say anything in response, carlisle came over, crouching down next to the three of you so he could look at you, “are you able to hear me okay?” he asked softly and you slowly nodded, moving to respond but nothing came out.

you slid your hands up to your throat, anxiously looking over at paul who looked just as freaked out as embry, “you’re probably not going to be able to talk for a day or so. you need to let your vocal cords rest,” carlisle was quick to explain and you frowned, bottom lip warbling as more tears started to stream down your cheeks. you must’ve been screaming for longer than you thought you were.

“alice just started the fire, they should be ashes by the time police get here,” edward’s voice came next and you tore your gaze from carlisle to look over your shoulder to see edward talking to sam, jared, and emmett.

“you should take her home, we can handle the rest. have her take the valium i prescribed her when you get back, that should help calm her down. if you need anything you can always bring her over to our house,” carlisle explained to paul and embry who were quick to nod before carlisle got up and headed over to edward to presumably figure out what to do about the pile of dead bodies you’d just stumbled upon.

before you could look over there again, paul was standing up with you in his arms, “close your eyes for me,” paul ordered, voice softer than normal with you as he waited for you to do as he told before him and embry were bringing you back to your apartment.

you kept your eyes closed for the short walk back to your apartment, the boys’ natural agility making the walk shorter than when you had taken it on the way there. once you got back to your apartment, paul carried you into the bathroom and slowly set you down on the counter.

you let out a heavy sigh as you opened your eyes to see him looking over to the bathroom door as he ran his hands over your thighs, gently massaging them as your other imprinter stepped through the door with your hydroflask and a pill bottle in his hands.

“take this for me,” embry’s voice was soft as he handed you one of the valium pills, letting you put the pill in your mouth before he handed you your hydroflask so you could take a sip of water and swallow, “there you go,” he murmured, gently running his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you let out another heavy exhale.

he offered you soft smile as paul stepped away from you to turn on the bath, “you scared the hell out of us,” embry said softly after a moment, sliding his hand up your arm to cup at your jaw, allowing you to lean into his touch.

you went to apologize before you realized you still couldn’t talk, just settling for mouthing ‘sorry’ to him which he clearly understood and nodded before he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead.

“can i take this off?” he asked softly, sliding his hands down to gently tug at the thin fabric of your shirt. you nodded, lifting your arms so he could help you out of your shirt and then the rest of your clothes, “c’mere,” he murmured as he dropped your panties onto the floor, lifting your naked figure up so he could set you down in the bath with paul who had just gotten in.

paul’s hands slid over you as embry lowered you into the water, the warmth of it immediately helping relieve some of the tension you currently felt all over your body. you quickly turned so you could wrap your legs around paul’s waist and wrap your arms around his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing your eyes to fall closed when he wrapped his arms around you.

“there you go,” paul murmured, gently running his hand up and down your back soothingly as embry came back over and sat down in one of the chairs he must’ve pulled in from your room while you weren’t paying attention.

you turned your head so you could look at embry, reaching your hand out to interlace your fingers with his which he gladly obliged, allowing you to squeeze his hand as he offered you a soft smile, “if you wanna fall asleep that’s okay too, we can bring you into bed in a little bit,” he offered and paul gently squeezed your hip, silently letting you know he agreed with embry.

nodding, you exhaled, letting the weight of everything that had transpired over the past hour or two slowly fall over you. “we’ll be here,” embry reassured, gently squeezing your hand again before you allowed your eyes to fall shut so you could finally get some much-needed rest.

#poly!embryxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxembry #embry call #paul lahote #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #embry call blurb #embry call angst #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote angst #twilight #the twilight saga #imagine #blurb #angst

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