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lizzieisright · 6 months

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She looks like fun

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: During the patrol you find a pretty pleated skirt. In Abby's size.

Tags: okay, here we go fingering, oral, strap usage, strap sucking, Abby wears a skirt and a collar for sexy purposes, scene negotiation, safewords (traffic lights), aftercare, Abby and R are switches.

wc: 6.5k (it's a huge bitch, but 1.5k is a sfw part in the beginning)

a/n: listen I love when girls wear short pleated skirts, and Abby is not an exception.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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It’s rare to find something worthy when you’re out on the patrol, and you try to contain your disappointment every time - mostly because you hate losing and you and Abby have a rivalry going on who can bring more cool shit for the other. It’s romantic and sappy and also it drives you both crazy since you’re competitive. (people said hate sex was hot - have you tried sex after your super competitive partner loses to you? The best thing ever). So usually you won’t be happy at the end of your patrol.

But today you manage to get into a store that hasn’t been raided yet, so you start taking everything you see - people need clothes all the time, and it’s valuable. You put a mark on your map so others can go there later to take the rest and you go to women’s section, not feeling optimistic: the fabric is worse, the sizes are fucked, and even if you find something nice it tends to not last long.

But then you see it.

On the rack next to jeans there’s a rack with skirts - and why the fuck you’d stop to look at them? - but the skirts are pleated skirts. Short pleated skirts that cover ass just enough to be socially acceptable.

You can’t stop looking at them - you’ve seen before how nice they flow and how absolutely delicious girls look in them.

But it’s so not Abby’s style.

But she’ll look so good in one of these skirts.

She will probably tell you to go fuck yourself if you show it to her.

You pack it in your backpack anyway.

“Found something?” Abby asks as she comes inside the shop. “Oh wow. This is nice.”

“Choose whatever you want, my treat.” You say with a cocky smirk and Abby rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t count.”

“You’re being unfair.” You whine as Abby makes her way to you.

“No, I’m not.” Abby murmurs. “This store is a public service, where is your personal touch?”

“You’ll talk shit just to keep your score, huh?” You smirk and Abby gives you a peck on your lips before diving into the racks to find something for herself.

The skirt gets a buddy in the form of a tight cropped white t-shirt and you don’t tell Abby about it.

The week passes and you still don’t talk about that damn skirt even though you can’t stop thinking about Abby wearing it: how it would hug her round butt and how her thick thighs would be so shamelessly out for you. You think about how cute she’d look walking around your shared space, the skirt bouncing and almost showing you everything. You think about the possibility of Abby not wearing any underwear under it, and how hot it would be to lift the skirt up and touch her and make her moan. You think about Abby all sprawled out with your head under that skirt, making a mess out of it.

Abby is not an idiot, so she notices the change in your mood for the last few days. She knows something is on your mind, so she catches you off guard, with her fingers buried deep inside you.

“Come on baby, tell me what’s been bothering you.” Abby murmurs into your ear while her fingers relentlessly hit the spot that makes you see stars.

“Shit- what?” You ask, totally lost in your pleasure.

“You’re keeping something from me. So share.” Abby kisses your neck and you try really hard not to cum, but your thighs start to shake.

“Fuck- the fucking skirt-”

And you see Abby in that skirt, all cute and shy, and you spasm around real Abby’s fingers, cumming with a groan. Abby is too distracted with watching you go through your orgasm, still fucking you, and you both forget about the topic.

Until you’re calmed down and Abby is satisfied with how fucked out you are. Then she remembers.

“Skirt?”

Shit, you think. Now you’ll have to explain it to Abby who definitely will tell you to fuck off.

“I took a skirt from that store we found. It’s a pleated skirt, a cute one.”

“So? You want to wear it?”

“I want you to wear it.”

Abby is silent, and you expect it, so you already drop the subject in your head, letting it go. But Abby is not letting it go.

“You want me to wear a skirt?”

“If you want to, obviously. I think you'll be so hot in it. But I know it’s not your style.”

“It’s really not.” Abby chuckles. “So that’s why you’ve been so spacey lately? Thinking about me in a skirt?”

“Yeah. Can’t stop thinking about your pretty butt in it.” You kiss Abby’s neck and flip her on her back. “You’d look so cute.” You kiss Abby’s abs as you make your way down. “I’d run my hands under your pretty little skirt and you’ll just take it like a good girl, yeah?”

This shift is always beautiful: she just fucked your brains out, but a couple of words and your head between her legs makes Abby go pliant and soft, her big blue eyes giving you a Bambi.

“Holy fuck.” Abby sighs and you smile into her pussy. “I’ll wear it for you.”

The hungry monster inside you roars and claws at your chest.

Abby walks funny the next day.

You don’t actually expect Abby to wear it - after all, what is said under horny subby fog can’t be held accountable. Abby is really not a girly girl - fuck, it’d be easier to make you wear a skirt (after getting shot and stabbed repeatedly, mind you), and you understand that Abby might not be comfortable with this idea.

But you leave the skirt and the t-shirt on the bed one day to give her the choice. When you come back, it's gone.

Next time the skirt topic comes up when you're taking a bath together - a rare luxury, so you enjoy every second of feeling Abby's warm skin against yours.

"Do you still want me to wear a skirt?" If you were relaxed a second ago, now you're suddenly alert.

"Only if you want it too." You kiss her shoulder.

"And if I wear it..?" Abby gives you space to finish the phrase for her.

"I'll fuck you on every surface in this apartment." Abby laughs, but you know what she wants to know. "Yeah, I want it to be a scene." You take a second. "Do you want me to plan it?"

"Yeah."

You freeze for a second, not really believing your luck - Abby doesn't ask for a scene plan unless she wants to do it, and right now it means she will wear a skirt for you.

"Fuck baby, you're going to wear it for me?" You ask excitedly, squeezing her in your arms. "With a t-shirt too?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get into your head."

"We have a few free days next week, right? Is it okay?"

"Yes, you horndog." Abby laughs and you bite her gently.

So you spend the next days planning what you would do with Abby, writing a short list of kinks so she could veto whatever she doesn't want to happen or add something she wants to happen (the ropes last time? Her idea). She still won't know in which order everything will happen or where exactly, or even when in some cases, to save the magic of the moment, but in order to feel safe with each other, you write your lists every time, unless you both get spontaneously in the mood and have to negotiate on the fly.

You pass your list to Abby and as she reads it, her face warms up in a pretty red colour, just like apples in the garden.

"Okay." Abby smiles at you. "This sounds good. But I pulled my shoulder today, so I won't be able to get on my hands and knees."

"Fuck, I'll give a massage later." You say, worried. "Okay, that's fine, no doggy."

"We can do that one, when you push the pillow under me?"

You swallow in horny, the pictures flying through your head, as you scribble it down on your list.

"Fuck yes. Are you going to be fine like this? You still put your arms up."

"It's not that bad." Abby shrugs. "I want to add something."

You nod eagerly, always ready to give Abby whatever she wants. Abby walks away to go through her backpack and comes back to you, giving you a piece of small leather belt. It's too small for any human, and just as your brain starts to catch up, Abby drops the bomb on you.

"Collar me."

You blink a few times, not believing your ears.

"I'll fucking destroy you, Abs." You say, your voice low and dark.

You had this talk before, and Abby was honestly weirded out by the ritual of collaring, so you decided not to add it, especially since you weren't in a 24/7 dynamic and not in fixed roles either. And you know Abby doesn't mean putting this collar as the collar, but it is still so hot. The whole thing is not done by the book or by rules, but you really don't care: whatever Abby wants, Abby gets.

"I will want to tug on it." You tell her, honestly, and Abby thinks for a second.

"Yeah, okay. Traffic lights, then."

You nod and add "collaring" in your messy handwriting.

You know Abby will wear this skirt, it's not a surprise, but you're still not prepared when you walk into the kitchen.

Abby is standing there, and you trail her bare legs up until you see the edge of the skirt and holy fuck. Holy fuck she looks good in it, her trained perky ass making the folds of the skirt to look especially delicious. You lick your lips as your fingers twitch, because you want to lift it already and get a look at her pretty little pussy.

And your eyes go up and you see this tight t-shirt that shows all the muscles in Abby's back and shoulders and you want to bite her and mark her.

"Wow, princess." You sigh and make your way to her, squeezing her waist. Abby jumps, surprised, but relaxes against you. "You look so fucking pretty."

"Thank you."

"Give me a twirl, will you?" You step away to give her space.

Abby is clearly embarrassed, but she does the cutest twirl in the world and yes, you can see her ass. And she is not wearing underwear, just as you told her.

"Beautiful." You murmur and run your hand up her thigh, lifting the skirt just a little. "You wanna watch something? I brought this from the library."

You show her the dvd and Abby is still tethered to reality, so she reads the summary carefully.

"Sounds okay. Not like the last time."

"Fuck you, baby." You pinch her side in revenge. "Let's go."

It seems so normal. It seems like any other day off, you and Abby sitting on the couch, but even as you pretend to watch the movie, you see how twitchy Abby is getting.

She plays with the ham of her skirt and it's so fucking cute - but then she smooths the fabric and you feel like you're going to explode: Abby enjoys wearing it. Abby likes it in a way that a girl who was forced to grow up in a horrible fucking world would enjoy doing normal girly things.

Maybe Abby is not not so girly after all.

Your heart feels tender right now and you can't help but to put your hand on her thigh, drawing little circles on her sensitive skin.

"Do you like it?"

"A little predictable, but still better." Abby shrugs and squeaks when you squeeze her thigh. "Yeah." She is shy now. "I feel pretty."

"You are pretty, princess." You whisper in her ear, making her shudder.

But you don't do anything else. You keep watching the movie, caressing Abby's thigh and pretend not to notice the change in her breathing. Then Abby starts shifting a little and you look down to see her nipples perked up. The fabric is rubbing against her sensitive skin and you just wait, because in a minute you feel how Abby tries to press her thighs together, thinking she is sneaky.

You chuckle and move your hand under the skirt, slowly parting her folds. Abby tries to keep her whimper to herself, but you feel how wet she is.

"What's got you so worked up, pretty girl?" You ask innocently while you brush your thumb over Abby's clit.

"Nothing." Abby breathes out and you chuckle.

"Really?" You wonder and pick up the speed, flicking Abby's clit until she presses her thighs together.

It's such a pretty sight: your hand under Abby's skirt, squeezed by her warm thighs, her knees pressed together. Abby is biting her lip and you watch her while your fingers tease her relentlessly. She looks desperate and helpless, and you live for it.

"Were you thinking exactly about this? How good I will make you feel under your pretty skirt?" You gently bite Abby's neck and she joists. "But we are watching a movie, princess, and I'm really interested in it. So you will give a narration while I play with your pretty pussy." You can't give less fucks about this movie, but making life harder for Abby is your favourite game.

"Yes, ma'am." Abby is not fully in the subspace yet, so she feels a little shy, but she crumbles completely when your eyes meet.

You slide down to the floor and make Abby put her feet by her sides for better access. The skirt falls between her legs and covers her cunt, and you lean back to look at her. Abby is blushing and frowning in desperation, her nipples are perking through the t-shirt and her plushy thighs are open so shamelessly for you.

"You stop talking, I stop touching you." You warn Abby and she nods. "Now lift your shirt up."

Abby does as she told and now this is a sight, her small tits squeezed by the t-shirt, her abs flexing as she breathes deeply. Abby already looks ruined and you haven't done anything yet.

"What is happening there?" You ask routinely and lift Abby's skirt up, revealing her soaked little cunt. You spread her lips open and circle her clit with your thumb.

"She is- she is at work again." Abby sighs and you hum, encouraging her. "She is talking to the cigarette selling woman." It sounds like Abby is relieved when she finishes her line and you laugh to yourself: your poor baby is trying to be good for you.

You leave her clit alone and push two fingers in slowly, watching her body react to you as beautiful as always. Abby freezes and instead of watching the movie, watches your fingers disappear in her.

"I'll take them out." You threaten and Abby snaps back into watching.

"There's this creepy guy," Abby swallows hard when you start slowly pumping your fingers in and out. "And she has an idea- fuck." You just curled your fingers and Abby stops watching again, but quickly opens her eyes.

"What's the idea?"

"She wants the sell- ah, fuck - selling lady and the- the-" You pick up the speed of your fingers and Abby clutches to your shoulders. You reach with your free hand and pinch her nipple, and Abby twitches in response, her pussy clenches on you. "Fuck, it feels so good, ma'am."

"And I'm yet to hear about her idea." You say with a hint of a threat, but your thrusts only get rougher.

"She is playing matchmaker, ohmygod!" Abby whimpers and in reward you lick the long strip from your fingers buried in her pussy to her neglected clit. You suck on it and Abby lets out a shriek as her knees are closing up above your head. "Fuck, oh god- I can't-"

You keep sucking on her clit until she is shaking and moaning, but then you move away and take out your fingers.

"Is she still playing matchmaker?" You ask sternly. Abby blinks and checks the screen.

"No."

"That's what I fucking thought." You knead Abby's thighs a little painfully and keep her legs open for you. "Keep talking, princess."

Abby nods feverishly and swallows. Such a pretty fucking sight, you think as you look up to her: Abby's mouth is open and she really tries so hard to watch this stupid movie, but you push your fingers inside again and all her efforts go to waste as she twitches and blinks very fast in a attempt to not close her eyes.

"She is telling the selling lady that the creepy g- fuck-" Abby sobs when you put your mouth back on her. You play with her clit and suck on it again, making Abby buck her hips into your face. "The- the creepy guy is in- ma'am! - is in love with her!"

You push Abby's legs together and up, almost folding her in half and push your tongue alongside your fingers, getting drunk on her taste. Abby is a smart girl, so she holds herself under her knees to help you and moans when she feels your tongue and your fingers inside. Abby always tastes and feels like heaven, and you never want to leave her pussy alone.

"Ma'am I'm gonna cum." Abby whimpers and you get rough, every push of your fingers is moving Abby's whole body with the sheer force of it, because Abby is not behaving.

"Is her idea working?" You suck on her clit again and Abby whines and sobs while forcing herself to look at the screen.

"Y-yes!" Abby shouts and cums on your fingers, sucking them in on every spasm. You pick up the pace and Abby tries to fight you off, but you slap her hand away and fuck her through her orgasm until her thighs are shaking uncontrollably. Abby is whimpering on every exhale, her abs are twitching, and you smile wolfishly.

"You did so good, princess." You let Abby's legs go gently and fix her skirt, smoothing the fabric. Abby looks at you with pleading eyes and your heart swells, so you straighten up and kiss her slowly and delicately. Abby relaxes and caresses your neck, chasing your mouth, and you can’t help yourself as you pinch her nipples playfully.

“You want your collar?” You ask softly and Abby nods eagerly. “Show me how good your throat is first.”

Bratty Abby is fun, and you like the back and forth of it, but good girl Abby makes you feral: you just told her what you want and she is already opening her mouth for you, sticking her tongue out.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and push your fingers down her throat.

You fuck Abby’s throat until she is gurgling and her eyes roll back into her skull: you know she likes it, likes to relax her throat and let you use her as you wish. Abby is not even gagging now, so used to it, but you can feel how her throat clenches on you sometimes. Abby looks so cute like this, her tits out, her eyes closed and her thighs pressed together under the skirt as it spreads so prettily around her hips.

“Beautiful.” You murmur and clean up her spit from her chin. Abby smiles at you, clearly pleased from praise, and you kiss her again as a reward. Abby likes kisses, especially if she is needy, as if it keeps her tethered to you. "Show me your neck, princess."

Abby straightens up and proudly shows you her neck - she is so cute you can't help your giggle. You take out the small belt and Abby looks at you with wide eyes as if you’re her god.

"Mine." You tell her when you tighten the collar around her neck. "You're mine."

"Yours, ma'am." Abby answers in a small voice and you see how any rational thought leaves Abby’s head as her eyes get cloudy. "Can I touch it, ma'am?"

"Go ahead." You nod and watch her strong fingers that leave bruises on your thighs brush over the leather with such care. "We're not done, princess."

Abby nods and you tug on her collar until she stands up on her shaking legs and follows you to the bedroom. There's enough space for your fingers to fit in under the collar, but you're still careful with it: it's a new thing and you don't want to hurt Abby in a way she doesn't want to be hurt.

You lead Abby to the bed, but instead of getting her to lie down, you sit on the bed and tug on her collar to get her down on her knees. Abby slowly sits on her thighs and fixes the skirt again, and you just can't. She is so fucking cute in it, and you can see the curve of her hips in the mirror, her waist looks tiny and the dips along her spine are so fucking hot.

You caress Abby's cheekbone with your thumb, adoring her, and she blooms. Abby likes subbing because she's loved so fully at her weakest and most vulnerable like she's never been before - she's literally on her knees, with a collar around her neck and in a skirt and you look at her like she is divine.

"Is your throat good enough for my cock too, princess?" You ask with a teasing smirk, palming your strap through the fabric of your pants.

"Yes ma'am. I'll be so good for you." Abby pleads and grabs at your thighs before she remembers herself.

"Too eager for your own good, huh?" You weave your fingers through her hair at the back, right under the braid, holding her head up. "Come on, get to work."

Abby tugs your pants down and you can see in the mirror how she presses her thighs together when she sees your strap, and that won't do.

"Spread your legs and arch your back, I wanna see how wet you're gonna get."

Abby does exactly as she is told, even lifting herself up a little so she could reach your lap, and you see her skirt covering everything. It's a downside, but Abby is smart, so she pushes the skirt to the front just enough for it to go up and your grip in her hair tightens from how sexy she looks. The edge of the skirt is now reaching to the middle of her ass and you see her wet pussy glisten; the contrast of her waist to hips ratio makes her ass look even better, and you feel like you're gonna cum just from watching Abby getting wet.

"Fucking beautiful." You growl and Abby even shakes her ass a little to make it jiggle. "Focus, princess." You tell her sternly, and Abby arches into you even more.

You tug Abby's head back and she opens her mouth automatically, so you push your cock inside just a little - Abby wraps her lips around the head and you let go of her hair, letting her run the show and have fun. Abby leaves wet open mouthed kisses along the length of your strap and you hum in approval, petting her head. She is blushing and her freckles look so pretty on her pink cheeks, her eyelashes flatter when she closes her eyes and licks the whole length of your strap. The movements cause the harness to move against your clit and your breathing gets heavier - you didn't expect it to happen, you must've put the harness in a different way - and Abby notices how tense are your thighs under her hands. She makes eye contact with you to check in, and you smile at her.

"You're doing so good princess, you might make me cum if you keep it up."

Abby whimpers when she hears it - it's very rare for you to even allow her to touch you when you dom her, let alone make you cum, but Abby wants to. She always wants to please you in any way she's allowed to.

"Please let me make you cum, ma'am." Abby begs, looking at you with her big doe eyes.

"You can try, princess." You chuckle, not very sure that she can, but Abby seems determined.

Abby lifts up a little again and lowers her head on your cock, taking as much as she can while she still can breathe, and when she comes back up, the harness grinds against your clit, making you hiss. Abby wiggles in excitement and starts to bob her head up and down, getting dizzy from hearing your panting and hissing above her.

"Just like that, babygirl." You pant and put your hand on Abby's head, slightly pushing the strap deeper. "You can take it, right?" You coo and Abby moans in agreement. "Good girl. Relax for me."

You hold Abby's head by her braid and push your strap deeper and deeper while Abby's eyes roll back into her skull. There is something so comforting about having her throat stuffed Abby can't help herself but to go absolutely slack while you fuck her throat, grunting and panting as your own pleasure builds up.

"Ride your fingers, princess, I know you want to."

Fucking hell, you think as you watch Abby pump her fingers in and out in the mirror, her thighs and ass look so delicious with the skirt on. Abby moans and whimpers as you fuck her throat and she fucks herself, and you know you're not going to last long.

Your grip tightens in her hair and Abby whimpers, and you can see in the mirror how rough she is being with herself, desperate to cum.

"Fuck-" You whimper and buck your hips up to get more friction and the same time as Abby swallows you down, and the pressure ticks you off right away.

Your thighs shake and your hips buck, chasing the aftershocks of your orgasm while Abby watches you with wide eyes, her own fingers forgotten. She is not even breathing, absolutely mesmerised by your reactions - she made you cum, she made you cum without even touching you.

You pant, still twitching from your orgasm, but you find the strength to move Abby away from the strap despite her whining.

"Come here." You tug on her collar again to make her move and Abby straddles you. "Holy fuck." You whisper when you look at her. "My best girl." You kiss Abby's shoulder and she giggles.

"Thank you, ma'am."

You smile at her and then lie down on the bed, tugging on Abby's hips so she would move. Abby is bright red - for some reason she is still so shy when you make her sit on your face - but she moves up, until her thighs are by the sides of your face. Abby can't even look at you, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

“Look at me.” You tell her and Abby steals a glance at you, which is not what you wanted. “I said look at me.”

And Abby looks, tries her hardest to maintain eye contact with you as you push her down on your face, burying yourself in her soaked pussy.

Abby whines when you suck on her sensitive clit since she's been close after fucking herself earlier. You don't waste any time and eat her out messily, getting her wetness all over your face as you devour her, fucking her with your tongue, rubbing and sucking her clit, while Abby writhes on top of you.

“Oh god-” She sobs and you grab a handful of her hips, pulling her skirt up so you can see her. “I'm gonna-”

And that is exactly your cue to stop, leaving Abby panting and whimpering on top of you. You watch her pretty clit throb from being so close to orgasm and smirk.

Abby is confused and there's a tiniest hint of hurt on her face: she did such a good job and you are not letting her cum?

You chuckle and signal her to move.

“Lie down on your stomach.” You tell her and while Abby does as she is told, you fix your harness and grab a pillow to put it under Abby's hips.

Seeing Abby's fat thighs pressed together with her wet glistening hole between them makes you want to ruin her. The sight of your strong, dangerous girlfriend all shy and pretty and in this damn skirt makes you froth at your mouth like a fucking dog. Abby makes you feel like the most unhinged obsessed creep and the way she welcomes your dark side - as you think of it - is why you would die for her at any moment.

You can't help the possessive bite you leave on her neck, practically growling into her ear.

“You're mine.” You tell her and Abby nods, shows her neck with a collar on it.

“Yours.” She whispers and bucks her hips into you, presenting herself for you.

You line your strap up and push inside, feeling how tight Abby is from being so close to an orgasm.

“It's a pity you can't see yourself, princess.” You tell her as you watch the head of your strap slowly disappear in her hole. “You're close, aren't you?”

“Please, ma'am.” Abby whimpers and you part her ass cheeks to give yourself a show.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” Abby says and you smile.

“You can do better than that.”

You're not usually the “beg me” type, but now you want Abby to be desperate. You keep pushing extremely slowly, teasing Abby and moving away when she bucks her hips.

“Please, I need you.” Abby starts shyly and oh, what a great idea it is. “Ma'am, I need you, please fuck me, only you can make me feel good, please-”

You push all the way in in one go and Abby moans loudly.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and pick a hard pace right away, slamming into Abby so hard her ass jiggles. Abby sobs and her back tenses: she feels you so deep and she is so tight in this position, and she is so fucking close. You knead her ass through the skirt and just watch your strap disappear in Abby, fucking her mercilessly.

“Ma’am-” Abby whimpers and holds the pillow under her head for dear life, trying to hold off her orgasm. “Can I-” Abby doesn't get to finish her sentence as your next thrust knocks the air out of her.

“Cum, babygirl.” You tell her gently while you thrust into Abby's tight little pussy with force, grabbing her hips for stability.

Abby coils and lifts her ass as her orgasm rips through her body like an electric shock, and you chuckle, satisfied, your movements slowing down. You're not stopping, still moving inside her, and Abby squeezes her thighs together under you, whimpering.

“Relax, princess, and let me have you.” You murmur into her ear and continue fucking her slowly, watching your strap come out of her covered in her cum.

Abby genuinely tries to relax, but she is sensitive right now and your cock drags along her walls so slowly it drives her crazy. She likes feeling so stuffed, so full of you, but now she wants to cum again.

“Ma'am, please go faster.” Abby asks you and you chuckle.

“You're so impatient.” You tsk and slap her ass cheek lightly, watching it jiggle. “You're gonna cum like this or not at all, understood?”

“Yes ma'am.” Abby says, humbled, but her voice breaks in a moan when you push inside to the hilt. “Fuck.”

You smile and pull out just to push back and Abby clutches to the pillow, her whole body feels like she is on fire. You don't make it easier as your lips travel over her sensitive back, every touch of your hot tongue makes her tighten around your strap and moan pathetically.

Abby is so close and so, so fucking far away from her orgasm and you know it, so you continue thrusting into her slowly until Abby starts to squirm and misbehave as she pushes back, chasing your strap.

“Stop it.” You tell her sternly and push her lower back into the bed to stop her from moving.

“Ma'am, please!” Abby whines.

You tug on her collar quite roughly and press your lips to her ear.

“Such a brat.” You growl and slam into Abby roughly, making her squeal. “Turn on your side.”

And that's how Abby ends up being fucked roughly from behind while you squeeze her throat and play with her clit relentlessly, bringing her to the edge immediately. Your pelvis hits her ass at every thrust and Abby whines and whimpers, her eyes rolled back, her head absolutely empty. Abby feels like she doesn’t exist anymore, only your hands and your voice and your cock do - and she feels so fucking good.

“Ma’am-” Abby moans frantically. “It feels so good, you feel so good, thankyouthankyouthankyou” Is all you can hear between Abby’s sobs. You smile darkly and fuck her harder until she shrieks and cums again.

But you don’t stop. You keep fucking Abby through her orgasm, you keep fucking her when she whines from being too sensitive, you keep fucking her even when she tries to move your hand away from her clit.

“Ma’am, it’s too much- I can’t-”

“You can take it.” You pant into her ear. “You wanted to cum so much before, so keep cumming.”

And Abby does, with another sob. She cums again, and again, until it becomes too much for real, and her face is wet with tears. She feels like overstimulation now hurts more than pleases, and maybe you’re right, she has another one in her, but Abby feels exhausted.

“Yellow.” Abby sniffles, and you stop moving right away, carefully letting go of her tit, but not removing the strap yet in case it will hurt Abby.

“Too much?” You ask her gently and Abby nods. “Does something hurt?” You ask her with such care in your voice Abby wants to cry, because she feels like she could’ve gone longer and now she’s disappointed you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Abby sniffles, and you get more alert than ever.

“Abby? Can I hug you?” Abby nods and you carefully wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her neck. “Talk to me, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I say something?”

“No- It’s just- It started to hurt and I’m tired- fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Baby, why are you saying sorry? It’s okay, you did good by using the safeword.”

“I just feel like I could go longer, I should not have stopped you.” Abby admits and sniffles again, ashamed - her emotions skyrocket in subspace.

“I don’t want you to push your limits to please me. How about we stop now, get clean and then cuddle and talk, if you want? How does it sound?”

“We can continue, I just need a moment.” Abby pleads as her guilt grows.

“I don't think we should, sweets.” That pet name makes Abby squeeze her eyes: you only use it when she is not allowed to argue. “It's okay. You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong.” You kiss her shoulder and Abby's head gets a little clearer. “Thank you for telling me, you did so well.”

This makes Abby feel a little better; she nods and squeezes your hand in return. You carefully remove the strap while Abby winces and then you help her get up and go to the bathroom, to shower.

You take her clothes and collar off, and Abby doesn’t look at you, still beating herself up, but you won’t have it. So when you two get into the shower and water starts to wash the sweat and cum off both of you, you take her face in your hands and kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyes and forehead, everywhere really. Just small gentle kisses, until Abby smiles and looks at you bashfully.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” You tell her honestly and Abby blushes, but her mood seems to go up.

You wash both of you gently, carefully going over Abby’s crotch, and she relaxes under your arms. You dry both of you after and help Abby change into her pjs. She gets under the blankets and you kiss her forehead before going to the kitchen and getting some food for both of you.

When you return with two plates and a big cup, Abby looks sleepily at you, seemingly calm. But you know her, you know how guilt can eat her alive, so you keep being alert.

“Drink this first.” You give Abby warm water with honey and she drinks it, scrunching her nose from the sweetness of it. Then you eat in comfortable silence, both noticing with surprise how hungry you were - which should not be a surprise by now, really. You finish your food and clean up so you can cuddle Abby and sooth her. Abby gets on top of you and you caress her hair and shoulders absentmindedly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Abby sounds more sober now too. “I just-” She huffs, annoyed at herself. “I dunno how to explain. I could've gone longer.”

“I don't want to hurt you. Not in a way you don't enjoy.” You remind her. Abby loves you so much she is scared to fuck everything up, and it led to some problems before, when she put your needs above hers. You talked about it, but sometimes, especially if Abby subs, she slips and does it again. This is exactly why you have a “sweets” rule: to stop her before she hurts both of you with her sacrifices.

“I just feel like I'm..weak.” Abby admits and you chuckle.

“You're not. You're a grownup who can tell their limits, and I'm so happy you did.” You say kindly. “I trust you. You were so good for me today, including using the safeword.” You kiss the top of Abby's head and she hugs you tighter. “I'm sorry I didn't check in with you.”

Abby nods and looks up to you.

“We both agreed to this, right? We literally fucked around and found out.” You chuckle and reach out to grab the honey water for Abby.

“I know you hate it, but your throat needs it.”

Abby groans and drinks it, absolutely despising the honey: this is the only drawback of getting her throat fucked.

“Did you like the skirt?” Abby asks playfully.

“Yes. You looked so good in it, god. I got a little crazy.” You kiss her honey lips and Abby smiles into your mouth.

“Well, next time it's your turn.” She says seriously and you laugh.

“If you promise to not rip it apart.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby #abby anderson #abby tlou #this is my coping mechanism

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soxcietyy · 5 months

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So I was thinking about virgin Y/n begging experienced Gojo to do it with her after he refused many times not wanting to rush her into things she could regret later on but then after she begged and begged he ended up fucking her at the edge of the bed forcing her to look in the mirror how he fucks her, with lots of praising.

Please?!

Gojo x virgin reader

First time writing on Gojo sooo here we go.

"Please?!"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No."

"Pleaseeeee?!"

"Since you put it that way I guess I’ll still say no. What’s up with you? Your being so persistent about something we’ve talked about before. Your not ready y/n" he said as he slouched onto the couch.

You decide to sit next to him with a disappointed look on your face. So he could see how much his answer affected you. It’s been 7 month of you guys dating and you still had yet to get some action.

You curse yourself for ruining your opportunity the first time. It was when you guys where two months in and he had you on his bed. You guys were kissing and taking his clothes off first because you were too embarrassed to do it first. You were so nervous that in the middle of making out you blurted out that fact that you were a virgin. His eyes widened at your response and he got off of you immediately, nothing ever happened after.

You didnt understand why that happened. Other people told you how much of a whore your boyfriend was before dating you and that he would sleep with anyone that caught his eye. Now he decided to be a saint and go months without doing it. You could remember googling if being a virgin was bad. How to seduce your boyfriend into doing it with you. Is my boyfriend broken?

You didn’t really gain much information with that last one.

You lay on his lap defeated. You laid down facing him so he could see how sad you were from the answer he just gave you. Were you meant to die a virgin? Looking up at him you could see how his pupils moved around from watching tv.

"Gojo please? Iv heard it’s bad for a guy to be pent up like that." You say.

He looks down at you with a smile,"thank you for your concern but I’m fine trust me." He said.

Maybe it was time you try to seductively win him over. You remember everything that Reddit post said about doing it. You just gotta look hot and do sexual things. When you thought about the example you’ve read your face turned red. How in the world do they think your going to put his fingers in your mouth so you can suck on them?! This was to embarrassing and scandalous. You cover your face not wanting to think about it anymore. You could also feel his gaze on you as he watched you.

Fuck it you’ll just suck him off. You took a deep breath before quickly unzipping his pants and unbuttoned it. He froze at your sudden antics and sighed as he tried to stop you. You pushing his hands away thought and got him member out of his pants. It was as big as you remember it being.

"Whenever your done doing whatever this is can you please put it back?" He raised a brow.

You shrug and put the tip in your mouth making him jump. "Hey get it out of your mouth." He says trying to push you off of him. You refused and went as deep as you could. To the point of your eyes watering and your mouth feeling so full that you gagged.

"You realize your less than halfway right?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He didn’t know weather to feel second hand embarrassment or surprise by your willingness.

"You know what fine, I’ll give you what you want but just know I’m not going to go easy on you. I keep telling you your not ready and you don’t listen. If you won’t listen to me then I won’t listen when your crying later." He said standing up and carrying you into his room over him shoulder.

Finally, this was a win for you. Your finally managed to convince him to do it with you!

He laid you on the bed and began to take his clothes off. When he finished he turned to you and began to take your shirt off. You gasp remembering that you haven’t even been fully naked in front of him. He slowly took them off as he buried his eyes onto your skin. Looking at everything he hasn’t seen before. You felt so exposed nervous at the same time. Looking at body you admired how it was built. As if he were an god or something. Your eyes narrow down to his member and you notice something. Did it get bigger?!

"Don’t get all shy on me now." He cooes as he easily read you. your try to hide your breast from him since he was starting to stare daggers into them.

He leans in and kisses you passionately as he removes your hands and puts them on your side. He kissed you so desperate that it was hard to keep up with him. His tongue in your mouth as he explored everything. You didn’t seem to notice that he was taking your bottoms off since he was keeping your attention somewhere else. When you did notice you jump.

"Wait! This is too fast no?" You say pushing his face away.

"We would of been doing the deed by now if it wasn’t for you dragging things on like this." He said as he slipped your bottoms off in one go.

Your hand immediately moves to cover yourself but by the time you almost reach it Gojo is already eating you out. You throw your head back at the weird sensation. This isn’t okay right? Like is he even supposed to be doing that? You squirm feeling how the tongue moved inside of you.

"Du chu ike at?" You hear him say as he ate you out.

You looked at him confused not begging able to understand a word. He emerges from inbetween your legs and shoved two finger in you making you gasp.

"I said, do you like that?" He smirked at you as he started to curl his fingers inside of you repeatedly.

"Stop doing that and put it in my already!" You furrow your brow.

"Your no fun," he exhaled deeply as he sat In front of you and spread your legs wide.

You once again cover your face from embarrassment. You could feel how he shoved around to a position. You couldn’t help but be scared. You’ve been told that losing your virginity can be so painful while others say that it didn’t hurt at all. Hopefully it was going to be painless. Your attention was brought back by him rubbing his member up and down your cunt. Smacking it a few times on you making you jump.

Clearly he was taunting you and trying to see if you tapped out last minute. You take a deep breath as you mentally prepared yourself. There’s no way your backing out now. You feel how the tip of his member was slowly pushed in. Nothing bad until he continues to go in. It felt like he was going to rip you apart.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! It hurts!" You tell as you started pushing him back with your leg.

You could hear him chuckle as he grabbed your foot that you placed on his chest to force him back.

"Y/n, I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you." He pushes your leg down to your chest.

Your eyes widen realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you initially thought it would be. He continued to slide in as you frantically try to stop him. Your begging him to stop and to go slower.

"Gojo, please it hurts so bad! I can’t, I can’t!" You say as tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

He leans into you and caresses your chin as he whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl and take me. This is what you’ve been begging for no? I’m giving it to you so how about a thank you?" He said as he leaned back.

He mouthed 'thank you' to you as a way for you to do what he said.

You shake your head not wanting to do something like that. You could see a devilish grin form on his face as he began to press into you again. The same burning and painful sensation started again.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You yell hoping it would stop him and that it did.

"You know the best way to get me all the way inside with only a bit of pain?" He asks you.

You look at him hoping for a good resolution to this.

"It’s distraction, so I’m going to try to distract you as I go inside of almost like this!" He finished his sentence as he rams into you.

Your body lurched from the pain and you let out a loud cry. That had to be one of the most painful experiences in your life. Tears began to fall from your eyes from the pain.

"Aw my poor sugar cube don’t cry. I know it hurts a lot but I needed to get inside. Right now your insides are getting used to me so just relax. You did such a good job." He said as he ran his fingers on your shaking thigh.

You nod at him as you wipe your tears away. It took a bit for your body to get kind of used to him. When he noticed he he slid out and turned you around. He told you to get on fours and to look at yourself in the mirror.

"I think iv been pretty patient with you so it’s my turn to have fun okay? Be a good girl and no cryin" he kisses you on the head.

Once again he slid inside of you fully making you want to cry again. You see as he shook his finger at you telling you not to cry. You shut your eyes and fight off the tears. Once he decided to move he slid out and slammed into you fully. Your jaw drops a bit from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. This was something new to you. A feeling that made you feel a way you couldn’t describe. He did it a few times before saying something.

"That’s it huh? That’s your sweet spot. Found it faster than I thought I would. Now we can have real fun." He smiles.

He grabs you by the hips and digs deep into your cunt making you moan. He rolled his over and over again.

"Such a good girl, this is what you wanted huh?" He praised you.

He grabbed you by the hair making you look straight in the mirror as he pushed you down. He made sure your ass was still up as he pounded you forcefully.

"Gonna make you into such a whore for my cock only." He groans as your walls tighten.

He pounded you so aggressively that you gripped on the bed sheets and let out whimpers. He forced you to look at how me drilled your virgin hole with no mercy. The wet sounds filling your ears as he continued.

"I feel weird Gojo, ah! Something feels really off." You moan.

"Fuck, your gonna come huh? Be a good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to leave a mess on it." He says as he doesn’t stop. He pushed your head down as he went in you harder. Your legs began to shake as you orgasmed. Tears began to fall as you finished so hard. The sensation was something so amazing. You couldn’t move from the after math of it. You felt so weak and out of energy.

"Common get back up, i haven’t finished yet."

#gojo sensei #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #satorugojo

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westwiing13 · 5 months

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caught

matt sturniolo x reader (female)

warning: this story contains smut and rough sex

hi everyone! this is my first story and i’m proud of it tbh, but i also apologize if you think it’s bad or… if i did something wrong. lmao idk, enjoy 🫶 oh also, sorry that it’s SO long 😭 i like a good build up.

It was a Friday night, 7PM, and I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place, Matt. We decided to do a casual date night. That was something I loved about our relationship. We didn’t care for fancy dinner dates. Eating fast food at home, in the car or grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant was enough for us.

We are both sitting at the black kitchen table eating Mc Donald’s.

I pick up a french fry and before I put it in my mouth I ask, “So, we have the place to ourselves the entire night?”

“Yep.”, Matt says then grabbing his root beer soda and taking a sip. “Chris and Nick went to a party and won’t be home til later.”

I chew the french fry and swallow it. “You didn’t want to go?”, I ask.

“Nah. I’d rather spend my night with my girlfriend.” Matt places his right hand on top of my left and gives it a gentle squeeze.

A few moments have passed and we were both done eating our dinner. Matt takes our empty cups, french fry containers, wrappers from our burgers and toss it in the trash can.

I enter into Matt’s room with my right hand in his left. I lead him to the bed where I guide him to sit down and I sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the cold chain of his necklace against my bare arms. Matt places his arms on my lower back holding me. We look into each other’s eyes for a few moments taking each other in. Matt smiles at me and gives a little chuckle.

“What, babe?”, I ask while gently running my fingers through his brown hair.

Matt says, “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking to myself how did I get so lucky to have you?”

I blush and smile not knowing what to say because he still manages to give me butterflies and leave me speechless.

All I could say is “I love you.” I place my right hand on his chiseled jawline feeling his rough stubble underneath my hand, and trace his lower lip with my thumb. Matt says I love you back and moves his hands lower and gently squeezes my ass. I lean in placing my lips onto his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collide dance all around swapping saliva. I feel Matt getting hard underneath me. I slowly grind against his hard length. Matt lets out a deep moan. I feel his warm breath against my lips. Matt brings his lips back to mine and we continue to make out. I pull away from our kiss and teasingly bite on his lip. To finish it off I give him a quick peck.

I yawn feeling tired. I unhook my legs from Matt’s waist and get off of him. Matt says, “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t tease me like that.”

I giggle. “I’m going to take a quick nap if that’s okay.” I say while I move the decorative log pillows aside and untuck the sheets to get into Matt’s bed.

“It’s only okay if we get to continue this later.” he says while giving me a sexy smirk and a wink. I shake my head agreeing to his words. I climb into bed and get comfy.

Matt stands up from the foot of the bed, walks over to to me and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on my head. “I’m going to hang out in the living room so I can let you sleep, baby.” I let out a soft mhmm. Matt turns off the lights and shuts the door as he leaves the room.

I wake up in the comfort of Matt’s bed. I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I place my phone back down on the side table and close my eyes again. A few minutes went by when I suddenly hear, “God, Nick, you fucking suck at this game! You made us lose again! We haven’t won a single game tonight.” I jolted up and saw Matt sitting at his computer playing Fortnite.

“Geez, babe! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He didn’t seem to hear me so I grab one of the log pillows and threw it at him. “Hey!”, he says to me. He turns around and says, “Oh you’re up, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Sorta!”

“I’m sorry.” Matt puts down the PS4 controller and says into the microphone, “Hold on you guys, Y/N woke up. Be back soon.” I could hear Chris and Nick through the headset both saying alright.

Matt walks over to me and sits on the bed. “How was your nap?” he asks moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“I needed it.” I grab his hand that is near my ear and bring it down onto the bed. “Is that Nick and Chris you’re talking to? I thought they weren’t going to be home til later.” I slowly move my thumb side to side across his hand.

“Yeah, they decided to leave the party early.”

“Don’t they know that we’re doing a date night?”

“Yes. I tried to convince them to stay longer but they wouldn’t. Assholes.” Matt rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Matt, it’s okay.“ I lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested.” I say in a flirtatious tone. I can see Matt instantly get hard underneath his Nike grey sweatpants just from my words. I love knowing that I have that kind of control over him. “But Chris and Nick are here. And you and I both know you scream my name when I am absolutely destroying your sweet pussy.”, Matt says softly with a smirk and licks his lips. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Well, I’ll just have to learn to be quiet and if I can’t… well… that’s Nick’s and Chris’ problem. They knew we were having a date night.” I bring my hand to Matt’s throbbing dick, I glide my hand across it and he squirms under my touch. I continue to whisper in his ear, “Look at you. Already going crazy from my touch. You tell those boys that you are done with gaming for tonight.” Matt gets up from the bed, walks over to his desk and puts back on his headset and says into the microphone, “Hey, you guys, I am done with Fortnite for the evening.”

“Oh we knew the moment we heard Y/N say, ‘I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested’ .”, Chris says laughing. “Shut up, bro!” Matt raises his voice. Chris continues to laugh and says, “Forgot to mute your mic, bro.”

“Okay, this got weird fast.” Nick says.

“Goodnight.” Matt says with a serious tone. Matt takes off his headset, logs off of Fortnite and turns off his PS4.

I stretch my arms out in front and wiggle my fingers telling Matt I want to be snuggled up in his arms. Matt walks over to me places his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. I breathe in his addictive scent of cedarwood and hints of citrus.

“I love it when you get mad, babe.” , I say with a laugh. “It’s both cute and hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

I nod. “I love big bad boy Bernard.”, I tease. Matt just rolls his eyes not even knowing what to say to that. Matt lifts his head off of mine, takes his hand puts it under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares into my eyes and puts his lips on mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues are once again dancing.

I reach for the drawstring on his sweatpants and untie them while we are still exchanging a wet kiss. I tug on the waistband of both the sweatpants and his underwear. I break the kiss and say, “Take these off.” Matt stands up and removes his grey sweatpants first and I immediately become wet at the sight of Matt’s bulge compressed in his red underwear. He then removes his underwear and his dick springs out fully erected. I get off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“God you are so beautiful staring up at me like that. Put those pretty pink lips to good use, yeah?”, he says.

I first tease him by delicately moving my fingers along his shaft and then I gently lick the tip swirling my tongue around it.

“Please stop teasing me, Y/N.”, Matt begs. He bunches my hair into a messy bun and without warning he bucks his hips and all the sudden I feel his dick at the back of my throat. I place my hands onto his thighs for support. He then starts to thrust in out of my mouth at a steady pace.

“Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good around me.”, he says.

I unclip my black bra and remove it from underneath my shirt. I then lift my shirt up exposing my tits. My nipples go hard from the cold hair. I place both of my index fingers and thumbs to massage my hardened nipples for added pleasure. I begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby, with you moaning like that. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.” he says. He begins to speed up his pace forcing me to have to put my hands back on his thighs for support.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Matt says with heavy breaths. He removes his dick from my mouth and begins to stroke his dick at a fast pace. Shots of his hot cum lands on my tits. “Fuuuuuck.” Matt says in a deep moan.

I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and move all of the saliva that formed from the blowjob to my lips and Matt leans down and kisses me as we share the wet sloppy mess.

“You are such a dirty girl for me, huh?”, he says. I glide my fingers across my tits collecting his cum and licking it all up.

Matt takes my hand and helps me up.

“Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”, he says.

He removes my shirt fully exposing my top half. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue gliding across my nipple causing me to moan. I place my hands on his head and move my fingers through his soft messy brown hair. Matt stops for a second to help me lay back on the bed with him on top. He starts planting kisses on my neck and makes his way back down to my tits. He takes in the opposite nipple and swirls his tongue around it. He then makes his way further down while his hands massage my tits. Once he gets to my jeans he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip them. He removes my jeans leaving me only in my black thong. He also removes his black tank top over his head.

Seeing Matt completely naked with only his horse chain/necklace on makes me feel a warmth down in my core.

Matt stands at the foot of the bed and I feel his blue eyes scanning over my body taking in the sight of me.

“Come on, Matt. My pussy is aching for you.”, I say as I begin to touch myself. I can feel the black fabric becoming wet.

Matt leans over and wraps his arms around my legs bringing me closer to the edge of the bed so he has easier access to my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my flesh. I stop touching myself and let him take over.

Matt firstly moves my thong to the side with his teeth and then starts licking away at my clit. The intense pleasure caught me off guard and I yell, “MATT!” I immediately place my hand over my mouth knowing that Chris and Nick could’ve possibly heard. Matt says against my pussy, “Shhhh… Don’t want my brothers to know that I am eating the shit out of you right now.” He goes back to licking every crevice of my wet aching pussy. The clit, the folds and even inside. “Fuck, Matt. Don’t stop, please.”, I say with heavy breaths. I place my legs over his shoulders and place a hand in his hair grabbing it. Letting him know to not stop and that I am close. I begin to squirm under him and let out deep heavy moans. I feel his tongue going in and out of me at a rapid speed. God he knew how to use that tongue of his. He then goes back over my clit and that’s when I lose it. I feel a pleasuring sensation come over me as I reach my climax. My legs shake uncontrollably and I can’t help but yell his name.

A few seconds later I say, “Holy shit, babe. I think… that was… your best job yet.”, I say trying to catch my breath. Matt then licks me all over and tells me how good I taste.

He comes up, leans forward, and wraps his hand around my neck, whispering, “I told you to be quiet. Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

I do as he says and put my ass into the air. Matt removes my thong by ripping it off me in one swift motion. He spanks my ass and I let out a whimper. He grabs his hard length and glides it in between my folds teasing me.

“Babe, plea-“, before I could finish my sentence he thrusts into me super deep with no warning. I let out a gasp. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts moving slowly in and out of me.

“Goddamn, Y/N, you are so tight.” He gives my ass another slap and continues to move in and out of my wetness. Matt grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he begins to pick up his pace. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head I can feel the familiar sensation forming in my stomach knowing I am close.

“Matt- I- I’m—“

“Me too, babe.”

His dick twitching inside of me knowing he is close. I reach for my clit and rub it with my fingers in a circular motion.

The door opens and Nick walks in, “Hey, Matt, do you know where—“ Both Matt and I look over and see Nick with terror in his eyes. I try to say something but I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and also close to reaching my climax that I can’t get any words out.

“Hey, bro! Get outta here!”, Matt yells.

Nick exclaims, “Oh shit! Sorry!” He exits so fast closing the door behind him.

Right after the door closes I feel my pussy clenching around his dick while I reached my peak. “Matt! I- I’m cumming! Holy—!”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”, Matt says out of breath continuing move in and out of me.

Seconds later I feel Matt bucking his hips and his warm cum filling me up. Matt pulls out and collapses next to me.

“Holy fucking shit.”, he says, “that was so hot.”

I turn over and lay next to him. Our hot sweaty bodies touching.

“You should’ve locked the door, silly.”, I say with a giggle.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #fanfic

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moominsuki · 1 year

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

࿄ ! warnings — ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around / note. my first blurb! hope you guys love it.

when bakugou gets injured in a battle, the wounds are more than skin deep. scars run alongside his neck and chest and his left eye is bruised beyond recognition - with a bent and dislocated right arm to match. he looks terrible.

he also feels pretty terrible. it’s bad enough that he was put out of action so close to the start. and it sucks and hurts, physically and mentally. he hates feeling this pathetic - this much like a burden.

“how you feeling today, baby?” you ask your frowny faced boyfriend, sweeping the hair off his forehead fondly as he bitterly wakes up from another nap on his recliner chair. it was doctor’s orders that he sleep on something that wouldn’t compromise the healing of his various body parts. this was probably the worst part of the whole process.

don’t get him wrong. you’ve been an amazing help - doing all the housework, being doting and even helping him catch up on the work that’s been piling up in his agency. he’s incredibly grateful for you. but it still sucks. he should be the one doting on YOU. not the other way round.

bakugou grunts in reply. he raises his uncovered brow when he sees you all dressed up to go out, “where the hell are you going off to?”

you look down at your outfit and laugh sheepishly, “just off to get more supplies for the house. won’t be long at all so just try to get some more rest, okay, kats?”

this was it. the nail in the coffin. you swore you saw the twitch in his eyes and feet at your sentence.

“how much more rest can someone fucking have?” he grumbles. “i’ve done nothing but sleep and wait around for this stupid fucking arm an’ my useless fucking eye to heal-” he then looks up at you from his chair; wide eyed and a little shocked. “and i don’t need ya to go out and pester and worry over me like ‘m fucking broken. i can see it in the way you look at me. ‘m fine…”

you sigh a little at his admission and drop down your bag. “i think you’re perfectly capable! i- i just thought you might want a little space, is all. i just want to take care of you. and i know how much you hate that-” you smile a little at that and bakugou relents in rolling both his bandaged and non-bandaged eye. you stand between his legs and brush through his hair again.

“i look at you like that because i’m worried. and don’t give me that look - it’s natural of me to be worried, okay! you’ve been so mopey and there’s not much i can say to fix that so i just want to make you comfy.”

“i’m comfy when you stay home and spend time with me, woman. if i wanted a nurse i woulda got one of the sidekicks or something to do all the errands and shit. don’t need ya running yaself ragged trying to get shit for me.”

“i am not!” you say indignantly and he chuckles at that and pats the leg on his good side so he can tap at your hip. “and if it’s any consolation, i think you look sexy like this,” you brush at his eye patch and the scar on the bridge of his nose. “all rugged and gorgeous.” he opens his mouth to shoot back a snarky flirty but you kiss his slightly open mouth and the breath that he was holding in deflates all the tension in his body.

still, bakugou tsks at your proclamation but he leans into your touch and kisses regardless, basking in your compliments and love like the baby he is. “yeah?” he practically purrs out. you hum in reply and nose at his jaw and neck.

“if you reallyyyy want me to stay, i can call mina to bring over your prescriptions. i should also get your manager to book us some time away… just the two of us? how does that sound? so you get me all to yourself.”

bakugou softly pinches at your hip and you giggle. he smiles a little at that, “don’t act like you ‘aven’t been wanting me to all to yourself, princess. ‘m gonna bite you one of these days.”

“is that a threat or a promise?” you purr and a chuckle ruminates through his chest.

“it’s whatever you wan’ it to be.”

a comfortable silence passes between you both with a few languid touches.

“so i have the okay to take us on a little getaway? anything you have in mind?” you say, breaking the silence.

bakugou’s hand brushes at your hip and then at your knee. “… how about a lil’ cabin in the woods? out in the wild. no one but us.”

“you planning on attacking me or something? why the woods?” even with half of your boyfriend out of action, he was still an adonis of a man. you were pretty sure he could throw you about with one arm. bakugou’s laugh ruminates through his chest and he squeezes the fat on your hips and then your ass.

“no one’s gonna hear us for what we’re gonna be doing if we’re in the woods, pretty.” he presses a kiss on your cheek and you groan.

“KATSUKI.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #mha blurb #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #lowkeyinspiredbyanotherwriteronhere #✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕#༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.

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copias-girl · 1 year

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter VIII

A/N: Sit down, put your Red Lobster bibs on, and get ready to EAT because this chapter just came outta the oven! ♥︎

All chapters <3

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The events of the sleepover continued, but ever since you kissed him, Cardinal Copia had been in a daze. His dichromatic eyes were glazed over, cheeks remaining permanently flushed. He kept trying to muster up the courage to dare you to kiss him again, but every time his turn came around he would falter, instead just picking something painfully lame that would even make himself cringe.

Copia was also desperately trying to stave off the thoughts he was having about you. That kiss did something to him, and he kept accidentally slipping into horribly lewd daydreams about you that made his cock throb and leak precum into his pants. He envisioned you on his lap again, making out with him so sweetly, sucking on his tongue and riding his cock feverishly.

He wondered how it would feel as you gripped his shoulders and bounced up and down on him, taking him over and over again. Could he make you moan like that? Would you moan his name, or his title? Or… would you call him Rat, as you’d been doing all night? Copia shivered at the thought, saliva pooling in his mouth. Satan, he had to be careful or he’d start drooling like an idiot.

He imagined your sugary lips on him again, pressing fire hot kisses into his flesh before throwing your head back and moaning out:

Cardinal!

Oh Cardinal!

Cardinal!

Cardinal…?

Cardinal???

“Cardinal? Cardinal??” You waved in front of his face.

“Hellooo? Earth to Rat??” Your voice finally roused the man from his thoughts as you snapped your fingers a few times.

“Eh! S-sorry…” He murmured, shamefully averting his gaze from you as if you could read every thought that bounced around in his head. And with the way you were smirking at him, he could almost believe it.

“I don’t know where you went but, it’s your turn.” You told him.

“O-oh, ehm… T-truth or dare?” Copia asked you, swallowing nervously.

“Dare.”

Now was his chance.

“I dare you.. to… ehm… I dare you to k-… to k-k….” He just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Cat got your tongue, Rat?” You taunted him, raising an eyebrow.

“I dare you to tell me- ehm- What is.. eh… y-your favourite… e-ehm… c-c-candy?” Goddammit, he lost his nerve and he somehow managed to turn a dare into a truth.

“My favourite candy?” You smirked. “Hmm. Lollipops.” You decided. “Especially the ones with a bit of cream in the middle. After so much sucking and licking, you get a nice little surprise.” You explained, earning gasps and giggles from your friends.

The Cardinal’s face was priceless. Certainly you didn’t mean- That couldn’t be an innuendo for- Could it?? The poor man looked as though he was about to pop. And by the way he was snagging a stray pillow on the floor and trying to be casual as he set it on his lap, you knew that his raging boner hadn’t died down one bit since you gave him his first kiss.

•𖤐•

After you all exhausted every dare and question, the game concluded; deep regret hanging heavy over Copia’s head for not asking for another kiss. Why was he such a pathetic loser? But then Lilith was speaking up, pulling the man from his thoughts.

“Sooooo, since it’s getting later, we should totally watch a horror movie.” She suggested.

“Oh my Satan, yes!” You clapped excitedly, standing up. “You guys can pick one out, I need to… reapply my lipgloss… since it all ended up in Cardi’s mouth.” You smirked, gaze locked onto Copia.

His puppy eyes widened, nearly choking on air at that last thing you said. “I-I-I’m s-sorry Sorella, I- eh-”

“Don’t be, Cardinal. It’s just par for the course with kissing.” You grinned, giving his head a little pat as you stepped past him, slinking off to your ensuite bathroom.

Your room was a bigger than most siblings’; Terzo had set you up in it. “Anything for la mia Sorella preferita. And since you won’t share my room, I suppose this will have to do.” He had said, kissing the back of your hand and smirking at you charmingly.

You reapplied some of your cherry gloss before stepping back into the main room, seeing your friends all gathered around the television to pick out a movie while Copia quietly sat in his place on the floor, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

They finally settled on a movie called Lights Out, which looked pretty scary, so you all piled onto your bed with some pink throw blankets.

“Cardinal, come here!” You patted the spot next to you when you noticed the man still seated on your rug. He looked up at you with pitiful eyes, apparently surprised that you were allowing him onto your bed. He went to reach for his biretta but you stopped him with a sharp, “Leave it off, Rat.”

He obeyed you with a quick nod, getting up and moseying over to your bed like a lost puppy. He sat lightly on the edge, but you pulled him closer and squeezed him in, fluffing part of the blanket over him. “You know, I really like your hair.” You commented, turning to him and brushing deft fingers through his thick locks.

“O-oh, grazie Sorella…” He blushed hotly, his pointy nose almost bumping into yours as he turned to face you. “I am, eh.. getting more grey.. heh heh..” He chuckled nervously. Shit, why did he say that? Why was he bringing attention to the fact that he was so much older than you? He didn’t vocalize it, but he did feel like you were partially to blame for his hair greying quicker; with the way you stressed him out oh so much.

You only shook your head with a soft smile, fingertips ghosting over his temples, where the most grey was coming in. “I don’t mind at all, I like it.”

A chill ran down the man’s spine at that. Were you just trying to flatter him or… did you really mean it? He didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Mable interrupted his thoughts as she looked to you and giggled. “Oh boy, be careful sitting next to her during a horror movie! Last time she was all over me!” She laughed.

“I can’t help it, the jump scares always get me!” You pouted.

The Cardinal only blushed harder, his whole body tense as he was painfully aware of your close proximity. He was riddled with worry, not knowing if he’d be able to handle it if you got any closer.

His fate was sealed as the lights were dimmed and the movie started up.

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The movie hopped into the scary stuff pretty much right away, and it had you pressing closer and closer to Copia as the tension rose in each scene.

“Aah!” You yelped cutely at one of the jump scares, wrapping your arms around the Cardinal’s neck, pressing your cheek against his. Copia inhaled sharply, freezing in place, not even daring to breathe. As the next suspenseful moment built, you only wound your arms around him tighter, like a serpent constricting its prey.

“I’m scared.” You whispered with a little giggle. The Cardinal was such a sweet gentleman, and, wanting to comfort you, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You grabbed his other hand, holding it up to your face to cover your eyes just a little bit.

“Open your fingers.” You murmured, and he did so that you could peek through the leather. You squirmed nervously, even snaking one of your legs over Copia’s as you awaited the next jump scare. His wide mismatched eyes kept flicking away from the screen in favour of glancing at you. His chest began to tighten, struggling to stifle a groan as your leg hiked up higher, brushing over the painful tent in his pants.

“Ah!” The Cardinal gasped loudly as your leg jolted deliciously against his erection. Thankfully, the jumpscare had come at the exact same time, so his noise was disguised as one of fear.

With a frightened squeak, you grabbed fistfuls of Copia’s cassock and tugged him half on top of you. He let out a surprised sound as you maneuvered him like a rag doll, desperately trying not to poke you with his hard cock.

With the next scare, however, you were scrambling on top of the Cardinal, your legs tangled with his under the soft pink blanket, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Copia’s eyes were rolling back in delight, his cock twitching and pulsing as he exhaled shakily. Your touch was intoxicating; he couldn’t get enough of the way you squeezed and pulled at him, squirming all around and smothering him.

Beside you on the bed, the other girls were all hugging each other, screaming and giggling as the scariness of the movie progressed. However, they kept stealing odd glances at your situation with the Cardinal, the way your body wrapped lithely around his. They partially chalked it up to you being frightened, however they were still disturbed by the fact that you were so incredibly close to the man. It was bad enough you had to kiss him earlier.

Currently, Copia’s big cock was poking right into you, causing you to bite your lip and rub your thighs together. Sweet Satan, this pathetic man made you so incredibly crazed with lust. And you knew it must be terribly agonizing, but you still couldn’t help but accidentally-on-purpose grind into him. You hid a smirk at the way Copia’s lips parted, his eyes widening as he almost blew his load in his pants.

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought your lips to his ear.

“What do you always have in your pocket, hm?” You whispered, feeling the man stiffen as you nudged your leg against his cock.

“It’s so big and hard. You must have really deep pockets in this getup.” You added, feigning innocence.

“I- w-well- ehm-” Copia stammered, not knowing what to say. But then you were snaking a hand under the blanket, and before the Cardinal could do anything, you were grasping his cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze.

Copia choked out a strangled moan, and you gasped, recoiling your hand and trying to act surprised. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you leaned in.

“You little perv.” You whispered hotly in his ear, causing Copia to whimper, his face paling before his feverish blush came back full force.

“N-no, p-p-please, I-I-” He stammered, but ultimately had no excuse. He fully expected to be shamed and kicked out of the sleepover. And he’d deserve it too, for being such a disgusting pervert.

“You’re sick, Rat.” You chastised him, but your arms only tightened around him, your soft lips brushing against his ear, his sideburn.

The poor man was trembling, whispering out apology after apology, the lines on his forehead deepening with worry and remorse. You thought he might even start crying.

“P-p-p-please forgive me, Sorella, I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean to, I-” He frantically yet quietly begged for pardon, his flushed lower lip trembling with emotion.

You placed a soothing hand on his cheek, grabbing his attention as he stared at you with wide eyes in the close proximity, your nose brushing against his. Copia waited in suspense for you to speak, fidgeting in his place, fearful of what you might say.

“Shut up, Rat, I can’t hear the movie.” You cooed softly with a wicked little smirk and mischief twinkling in your eyes.

The Cardinal nodded shakily, another ghost of an apology falling from his lips, his wide eyes never leaving yours. He felt like prey, frozen in fear and waiting to see if the predator would strike. You didn’t, instead just turning back to the movie and snuggling up to him closer, pulling him into you, resting your head against his and mindlessly carding your fingers through his hair. Copia’s breath was coming in quick little gasps now, especially when you made no effort to move your leg, which was resting right on his cock. You could feel the sheer heat emanating from it right through his pants and cassock, and although you pitied the poor man, his agony made your little pussy so wet.

Your touch was maddening, your nails raking softly against his scalp, causing Copia to subconsciously tighten his arm around your waist. Poor thing, he could hardly even concentrate on the movie. He was only aware of the jump scares because that’s when you would wind yourself around him tighter, pulling him closer by his collar and holding him almost intimately.

Copia’s heart was hammering in his chest, so intensely he thought it might give out any second. You had such a profound effect on him, causing his head to spin and his chest to ache and his cock to throb and twitch and weep in ways it never ever had before.

You were mindlessly moving your leg against him, knowing you could cause him to cum any second. Copia was quietly panting, desperate to not make it obvious, but oh so eager for release. And finally, just when he was about to burst, just when the poor man was going to get some relief, the credits began to roll.

You and the other sisters sighed, all going limp. And unfortunately for Copia, you removed your leg.

“What a wild ride!” You giggled, relaxing into the Cardinal’s arms, all the tension leaving your body. The poor man could have wept. He was so close to release, so close to cumming in his pants, all from you. His brain was foggy and he felt feverish, yet he noted in pleasant surprise that you didn’t move away from him now that the movie was over.

“Did you like it?” You turned to face him, your head resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him with tousled hair and a cute, kittenish smile on your lips.

“S-Si, it.. it was good…” Copia nodded awkwardly, suddenly aware of the way his arms were around you. He wondered if that was okay, if you minded at all.

“I, eh… I-I better go, it is late, ehm…” He began to sit up, but you whined.

“Noooo! You’re staying!” You protested, pouncing on the man and pinning him to the bed, sitting right on his weeping cock.

“Oh!” He gasped. “B-but, ehm..”

“You can’t just go out into the dark corridor after watching that! And besides, you need to protect me from monsters.” You told him.

“I don’t think he could protect you from fuck all with those noodle arms.” Emily scoffed. Copia self-consciously glanced at his arms. Shit, was it that noticeable?

“But you’d try, wouldn’t you?” You cooed, fingertips softly scratching under Copia’s chin as he moved to sit up against the headboard with you still straddling his lap.

“Of course, Sorella.” He nodded. That seemed like the only thing he was completely sure of.

“My hero.” You swooned, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek against his, causing Copia to bristle with excitement.

“I-I would die trying to protect you, Sorella.” The Cardinal dared to add, bashfully averting his gaze.

“Simp.” Lilith snorted, causing your friends to burst out laughing.

You ignored them, smiling appreciatively at Copia. “That’s sweet.” You remarked, brushing the back of your finger against the man’s freckled cheek.

“Just let him get back to his own room already…” Emily sighed in annoyance.

“I dunno, I kinda wanna keep him.” You hummed playfully studying the pathetic man.

Copia stifled a moan. He wanted that so badly. He wanted to be kept by you. He wanted to be yours. Poor thing, he knew you were only teasing him, probably laughing at him behind his back, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about your words becoming a reality.

“I… I will stay if you want me to…” He timidly spoke up.

You squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down on his lap and nearly causing Copia to cum for the millionth time as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Well, he can’t sleep in the bed, there’s no room.” Lilith pointed out.

“And I’m taking the sofa.” Emily added.

“Well…” You slid off Copia’s lap, gathering a bunch of blankets and pillows onto the soft area rug right next to your side of the bed.

“There. A comfy rat’s nest for my little Rat.” You giggled. “Is this alright?”

Copia nodded, cheeks flushed as he got out of your bed and made himself comfortable on the little nest you made for him.

You hugged your friends and wished them a good night and sweet dreams, before turning and looking at Copia.

“Sweet dreams, Cardinal.” Your voice lilted coquettishly, kneeling beside him and pressing a sweet goodnight kiss to his cheek. His lips parted as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his blush intensifying.

“Y-y-you too…” He whispered, watching as you blew out all the candles, turned off all the lights, and got into bed.

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It was the middle of the night when you woke up, taking a sip of water from the glass on your nightstand. You stretched, feeling Ava hogging your space and stealing your covers. You peeked over the edge of the plush bed, sleepy eyes softening as you gazed dreamily at the sleeping Cardinal. He looked so innocent and peaceful, his chest rising and falling slowly. You decided to let Ava, Mable, and Lilith have the bed to themselves while you slipped onto the floor, snuggling up next to Copia under the blanket.

You watched him sleep for a few moments, carefully bending down to place a barely-there little kiss to his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched, the lines on his face softening as he relaxed into your touch. You pressed another peck to his lips, then the tip of his nose, his cheekbone, his chin. Part of you wished he’d wake up and catch you.

You situated yourself in his arms, resting your head on his chest and burying your face into the fabric of his cassock. He only stirred, subconsciously leaning into your warmth. You sighed happily, squeezing him a little tighter. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed you once more.

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Your friends awoke before you and the Cardinal, absolutely horrified to find you cuddling with him.

“Ew!” Emily grimaced. “Maybe she was sleepwalking and had no idea what she was doing…?”

“Maybe she was just uncomfortable with us in the bed?” Lilith suggested, trying to come up with any excuse besides the fact that you wanted to be close to Copia.

“Should we wake her?” Ava asked.

“Let her sleep. She looks… oddly comfortable.” Mable winced.

It was an only bit later that Copia began to stir, at first not knowing where he was. He blinked the sleep from his mismatched eyes, the events of the previous night slowly coming back to him. It was then that he realized he was.. holding something. Or… someone.

He looked down to find you, angelic as ever, sleeping soundly in his arms. You looked like a freshly-fallen angel, having been cast down from heaven and gracefully landing in his arms. Copia gasped softly, his cheeks tinged pink as he watched you for a few moments; the way your cheek was smushed into his chest, the way your lips were curled upwards in a gentle smile, the way your arms were wrapped around his waist, using him as your teddy bear. You were beauty incarnate, and the Cardinal burned the image into his mind, as he knew this would most likely be his only chance to witness such a thing.

Your lashes began to flutter as you awoke, nuzzling your face against Copia’s chest before looking up at him.

“Buongiorno, Cardinale.” Your girlish voice melted his heart, gave him butterflies in his stomach.

“B-b-buongiorno, Sorella.” He stuttered.

“Sleep well?” You asked, making no move to get up.

“S-si, I.. a-and you?” He responded.

“Not at first but… After I came down here I slept amazingly.” You beamed. “I hope you don’t mind?”

“No! Eh- N-no, not at all, Sorella.” Copia tried and failed not to appear too eager.

“Soooo, you gonna get up?” Emily prompted you expectantly.

You groaned, flopping your head down back onto the Cardinal, giving him another squeeze and making his cheeks flush. “Five more minutes? I’m sooo comfy.”

“Well, if we don’t head down now, we’ll be late for breakfast, and today’s pancake day.” Mable enticed you.

“Oh! I love pancakes!” You shot upright at that.

“Yeah, better hurry before there’s none left!” Lilith giggled.

“Come on, everyone, hurry up!” You exclaimed, bolting to the bathroom. The last thing Copia saw was your bare back as you grabbed your habit and lifted your pyjama shirt over your head before shutting the door behind you.

The overwhelmed Cardinal collapsed back onto the pile of pillows, sighing dreamily.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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undercoverpena · 11 months

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LONG DISTANCE

frankie morales x f!reader (TRIPLE FRONTIER)

18+ — “how do you think they’d both cope when he has to go away for longer than four days?” this was born purely because someone was assisting me with something for the birthday bash and commented on how long distance sucks, and asked ‘how would frankie and you cope’. and here is a small thing. my cheeks are burning.

he hates going away. dislikes the idea of waking up and you’re not there beside him. that in the evenings, he can’t nestle his face into your neck, pull you close until layers are removed, and bare skin greets his.

mostly, frankie despises the idea that he can’t hear you whimper—can’t hear the way you moan his name.

can’t feel that little roll you do with your hips against his thigh when you want him to touch you—and you just don’t want to ask. that he won’t be able to feel you clamp around his fingers, taste you on his tongue. won’t be able to witness how your lashes flutter when you’re riding him, and how your lips curl into a shape as you release his name in a series of chants.

when he’s away, he only has memories. the things he’s stored, captured and squirrelled away in his mind. the few photos you’ve allowed him to take, face hidden, lighting cast over various parts of your skin—all just for moments such as this when he has to be away.

most of the time, it’s short. two nights, sometimes three. rarely five—the latter he can only just about manage.

so when the option to go work out of state at a flight school for ten days comes up. it promising great pay, more opportunities, something good to brag about to those who care, it’s hard to say no.

and you don’t let him. wouldn’t, either.

I’ll miss you, you say. bottom lip between your teeth, curling into the place where the two kitchen counters meet. but it’ll be good for you. for us. y’know?

frankie did know. knew it the moment he saw the email before he arranged the call for more information. just like he’d known that you’d put on a brave face. because you know he loves teaching, enjoys it. wishes work such as it came up more often than it does.

it’s why you tell him to go accept, and he does so with a chaste kiss to your lips. hearing you move pans and plates as he hears the details. eyes occasionally glancing to the ads flashing across the channel you’ve left on.

he was listening, but he also had an idea. some ad on the television prompting a reminder of a conversation he’d had over beers with the boys. an idea, a small thing—nothing that could replace how your legs tangle with his or how you say his soft snores settle your bones. but something, at least. a fraction of fun when you’re both miles away. something more than phone calls and somewhat conversational text chains.

he finds what he’s looking for easily. his fingers quickly typing, searching, hunting—finding it on a site that promises discreet packaging and express delivery. both of which he can attest to when it arrived two days later—a whole day before he goes.

“it says ideal for long distance,” he says, lips against your ear, your back to his chest.

watching you turn the box that contains the fluorescent pink toy in your fingers, feeling how warm your cheeks are as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“so I just… and then you just—”

nodding, he smirks. feeling your tension slide away. the look of confusion turning to awe.

“control it with my phone. turn up the speeds, change the pattern—keep you on your toes,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheek, hearing you inhale. “it also promises that it’s extra quiet….”

you turn your head, glancing at him—mischief sparking in your eyes like fireworks. then, as if your thoughts are flowering, your lips curl up into a sly smile. the one he recognises, knows all too well—the one cast to him across bbq smoke and fight night halls.

“so I can tease you before I call you, even if someone comes by to check on you—“

“—frankie—“

“and because I know you’d be a good fucking girl for me, and keep it inside you when I asked you too, i’d talk you through it—let you cum, remind you how perfect you are, how beautiful. just like if I was here.”

your hand is tight around the box, little dimples on the packaging from your grip as he hears you take in more intentional breaths. your eyes flashing to him, the ‘I want you’ frankie look—the one which brings him to his knees—etched into every feature on your face.

clearing your throat, you reply, “the box does say almost five hours of play.”

it’s his turn to smirk. lips sliding up one cheek, feeling you turn in his arms, his fingers spreading over your covered hips—one hand looping around his neck, the other holding the box.

“you think you could last that long, baby?”

you blink, looking away. lips rolling, fingers teasing the curls at the back of his neck. “guess we’ll have to find out.”

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #Frankie morales x reader smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #triple frontier x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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bengiyo · 3 months

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Perfect Propose Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we had excellent floor time. Hiro learned that his team leader was leaving the company, and that leader begged Hiro to leave as well for his own sake. He stressed that Hiro is actually very good at his job, and management only makes him feel like he’s bad at his job to keep him from seeking employment elsewhere. Hiro ended up pretty drunk, and Kai was called to come get Hiro (much to Hiyori’s pleasure). When they got home, Kai shared his feelings on why Hiro is so important to him in a really tender moment.

Kai, don’t pull back like you’re just teasing!

Oh, Hiro, I’m gonna need you to quit this job. You’re just so gloomy.

Man, this whole team is being run ragged.

Hiro, please take the hint from your fiancé. Go home. Tell your team to go home!

Okay, Sakamoto breaking down in exhaustion got me.

Kaneko couldn’t have fixed this, Hiro. It’s why he quit and told you to quit.

I’m extremely vulnerable to two kinda gruff men talking to each other with the open admission that their relationship is going to end.

I’m glad Hiro found it in himself to stand up for a member of a team against management, but he also can’t continue to tear himself apart for this company either.

Fuck this guy!! Few things tilt me faster than bosses talking about the fucking real world. Let me report you for tax fraud and labor violations and you can deal with the fucking real world.

Hiro, you are burnt out! You need to rest, too!

Hold on. I gotta lay down for a bit. I know exactly how Hiro feels, because I was there with my last job. Putting off quitting because the hope that things will get better feels more real than the possible reality where it won’t is so valid. Also, it’s a trap. Quit this job, baby boy!

Good job not holding on to the information about the old man being released. I also liked that kiss.

My goodness, I was not expecting this show to go so hard on white collar labor issues. I was in my WDYEY feels about these pictures of food. Kai is screaming, “Come home and let me love you,” to Hiro the entire time. He can see Hiro’s soul being sucked out of him by that place. I really hope we don’t just end on romantic success with this show. I need Hiro to not be trapped in this hellhole too.

#Ben watches #perfect propose #japanese bl #bl series

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 years

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hi!! i’m new to requesting, but can we get some jeff x dom!reader nsfw? 👀 headcannons or full fic, whatever you feel like!! i love your writing, it’s so good, congrats on 4,000!!!!

Waaah it’s been a while but thank you so so much love 💗💞💖

Also, I imagine Jeff would have a hard time letting someone dominate him, especially the first few times. So the reader isn’t entirely in control of the whole thing—but I hope that’s alright & you enjoy nonetheless ^^;

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

The first time you’d brought it up to him, he’d snorted

“What? You? Take control of me?”

You’d rolled your eyes at his response

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but that didn’t make his close-mindedness any less frustrating to deal with

“Yeah,” you’d answered simply, maybe adding a bit more bite than you’d meant to

When he’d skeptically raised a brow, you’d sighed and added

“C’mon, we’ve never even tried. Let’s just give it a shot—at least once—and if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again”

He hadn’t seemed convinced by that, either

How you managed to get him from there to where you are now is nothing short of a miracle

He looks divine beneath you

“(Y/n)—“

He twists in his bindings, his muscles flexing under lithe pale skin

There’s a sheen of sweat glossing his body, serving only to accentuate every scarred dip and ridge of his strong form

“Yeah baby?” you hum the words out, fingertips tracing down his chest, “That feel nice?”

He practically hisses, jerking against the rope, and you’re reminded that he very easily could tear out of it if he wanted to

Whether he’s not breaking free because he’s letting you try this out—or because he’s actually enjoying himself, you aren’t sure

You’re thankful either way

When he grinds his hips up, you can feel his dick pulsing deep, deep inside you

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning

Instead, you “tsk”

“Did I give you permission to move?”

He groans and repeats your name, his voice deliciously husky

“If you want something, you’re gonna have to beg for it, baby boy~”

Oh, you know he doesn’t like that

You watch him grind his teeth down onto his jagged lips, almost like he’s holding back a snarl

“Ride. My fucking dick already.”

A pang of arousal rushes through you at the command

You can’t help but clench around him, which has him grinning in satisfaction

Bastard knows the effect he has on you

But your need to put him in his place overpowers your need for relief

So instead of giving in, you “tsk,” again, and wrap a hand around his throat

Dark eyes widen, his lips parting as you squeeze just the right amount

“What was that?” you ask sharply

Never one to back down, he narrows his gaze and growls, “Lift your pretty little self off my cock, and then bounce right back down on it until you cum for me like the cute, desperate little slut you are”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you dig your fingers around his windpipes—a fitting punishment for such a cocky brat

He gasps, but it’s like he’s covering up for a groan

He looks so, so pretty; his brows furrowed as his eyes flutter, his scarred lips parting to get as much air to his lungs as he possibly can

And try as he might to hide it, he can’t disguise the way his hips gyrate involuntarily, or the way his dick twitches like he’s loving every second of this

You don’t loosen your grasp until you think he’s had enough

And even then, you only loosen it slightly—just enough so that he won’t pass out on you

“You’re going to be a good boy,” you state, “and you’re going to beg for me to use you. You’re going to stay very, very still, and you won’t move an inch unless I tell you to. Understand?”

He all but hisses, but you both know he’s powerless

You think you could get used to this

“F-fuck, (y/n)”

Fuck indeed

You clench at the sound of his voice—so perfectly needy for you

When you loosen your grip yet again, he gasps, his chest rising as he sucks in a grateful breath

“I won’t say it again, baby boy. You know what you need to do”

He shifts and squirms beneath you, but you decide to let him get away with it

“Please...”

His voice is so low—you barely hear it

“What was that?~” you hum, softly rolling your hips against him; a taste of what’s to come if he obeys

“Please... fuck, just—just please ride me”

“Mmh,” you pretend to think about it, slyly grinding down just a bit harder onto him, “I dunno; you gonna be a good boy for me?”

He groans, flexing, and you can hear the bindings struggling to keep him pinned

Part of you almost expects him to defy you again

But you’re pleasantly surprised when he doesn’t

“Y-yes. Yes, I’ll be good”

Oh, you know he’s truly desperate at this point

“Atta boy~”

With a self-satisfied grin, you lift your hips up, and lower yourself back down onto his throbbing cock

And fuck does it ever feel good

You’re immediately addicted

His cock is thick and long and reaches all the right places

You keep your hand around his neck as you ride him, the other pressing against his chest to support your weight as you use him to get yourself off

“Fuck, such a good boy for me~”

Every now and then, it’s like he can’t help but buck up into you, but you know he’s trying his best to be good

And he feels so euphoric, you don’t want to stop

He curses, and god, it sounds so fucking hot

You finally release his throat, only to bring your hands to your own chest to toy with your nipples

The feeling has you tightening around him, and he curses again, looking up at you with a ravenous kind of hunger in his eyes

“J-Jeff—fuck!”

He hums deeply

“T-that’s right—fuck—fucking cream yourself on my dick”

He knows you must be close

Your walls keep fluttering around him, trying to milk him, and you can hardly suppress your whimpers and moans

It gives him the perfect opportunity to steal your control

He snaps his hips up, driving himself breathtakingly deep inside you, and when your body tenses up, on the brink of your orgasm, he does it over and over again

You’re far too gone to care about him being such a fucking brat

All you can do is shakily try to match him for every thrust

You release your nipples and press both hands to his torso—needing something to steady yourself as wave after wave of pleasure crash into you

When you cry his name out, he curses in response

“Cum for me, little slut. Cum on your boyfriend’s dick”

You let him fuck you stupid—and even despite being tied down beneath you, he’s still screwing you so good that your orgasm has you crying out like a whore for him

Everything inside you tenses, and the way you tighten around him has him snarling

His cock twitches as he drives it over and over again into your gushing cunt

And with a final groan, he crams himself as deep as he can--nudging right against your cervix--and cums inside you

You gasp through your moans, feeling him spill himself, flooding your insides with his thick seed

He rides out his high by rolling his hips up into you, fucking his cum even deeper inside you until he’s finally satisfied

You’re trembling, still reeling from the intensity as you shakily lift yourself off of him and settle next to him

Even despite his disobedience, you’re far from disappointed

He grunts, and when he speaks up, his voice still carries that post-orgasm roughness

“You gonna untie me?”

Tired and worn out, you still manage a chuckle

You know you shouldn’t antagonize him like this, but how could you possibly resist?

“Mmh, maybe,” you tease, “if you beg for it like a good boy for me~”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #Jeff the killer x reader #Jeff the killer x reader smut #creepypasta x reader

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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The Siren's Song

Summary: When your friends, and you use that term lightly, drag you to a lounge rather than letting you relax at home, you think it's going to be a terrible evening. You think that right up until you meet Hardcase, the headliner of the lounge.

Pairing: Pre-Hardcase x F!Reader

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: Toxic friendships

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @thepackerbacker (at your request) @the-bad-batch-baroness (you said you were interested in this idea)

A/N: I managed to pound this out in less than an hour after my anxiety got too bad and needed to be handled. I hope you all like it!

When your friends tell you that you are working too hard and that they are taking you out for a night on the town, you are kind of hesitant.

On one hand, they’re right. You do work too much. On the other hand, your friends’ ideas of a night out tend to involve more alcohol and drugs than you’ve ever been comfortable with.

So you push back.

You refuse them and their night out.

“No,” You say to them, “Your idea of a fun night sounds like actual torture to me, and I’d really rather not.” And for once, you think that they’re going to just leave it there.

Honestly, you’re not sure why you thought that. Your friends have never been the type to actually listen to you when you say no. So when they show up at your apartment late one evening, after you’ve already changed into your pajamas and are about to start a nice relaxing evening of watching bad movies, you don’t even have the energy to be annoyed.

“Great! You’re still awake!” Your best friend pushes her way into your home and shoves a garment bag into your arms, “I brought you a dress to wear since I know you don’t keep anything girly in your house. And because I am an amazing person, I also brought matching heels.”

“I’m really not interested,” You say blandly.

“I really don’t care,” Your friend replies blithely, “The others are waiting for us at Sani’s Lounge downtown.”

“Great. A lounge.”

“Don’t be like that. I know you’re a stick in the mud, so this place is known for being drug free.” Your friend says with a roll of her eyes as she fixes her make-up in your hall mirror, “Honestly, girl, you need to lighten up.”

“You need to take things more seriously. We’re not in high school anymore.” You counter.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go get dressed. I’m not leaving without you.”

“This is a kriffing hostage situation is what it is,” You grumble under your breath, before you turn and stalk into your bedroom.

The dress is a bit shorter than you’re comfortable with wearing, but since you already know that she won’t leave unless you’re with her, you suck it up, apply a thin layer of makeup and step back into the living room.

“Stop digging through my stuff,” You snap as you snap your laptop shut before she can dig through your emails. Not that she could, since your laptop is password protected, but the risk is always there.

“Hm, you look alright.” She says judgmentally, “Here, put these on.” She shoves some heels into your hands.

“Yeah, no. I’m going to wear my own shoes, thank you.” You push back, and she rolls her eyes.

“Fine, whatever. You already look like a hot mess, you can’t make it look any worse.”

You roll your eyes and dig some nice sandals out of your closet, and ease them on, “I thought you were bringing me out to help me relax. Not to make me more stressed.”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you.” She counters, “You’re coming along as the ugly friend. The lounge has a siren singer, and we’re going to try and catch his attention.”

Anger and embarrassment burn in your chest, but you bite your tongue. You don’t exactly have enough friends that you can risk losing the few that you have.

If nothing else, you can dip out after an hour, claiming an early appointment the next day. If they even ask where you’re going. If they even care.

You really need new friends.

“I’m ready to go.” You say blandly.

“Hm. Okay. Can you drive us?”

“No. I can’t.” You counter flatly, “My car is in the shop.”

“Ugh. Lame. Fine, we can walk. Just don’t talk too much, I need to get into the zone.” You roll your eyes as she finishes primping herself in the mirror and then storms out of your house.

You grab your purse and carefully make sure that the door is locked before you trail after her. She doesn’t even like you, so you’re not entirely sure why she’s so gung-ho on you coming with her and her friends.

Probably because someone would guilt her for leaving you out, you decide thoughtfully as you glance at your comm. After all, you’ve been a part of this friend group for most of your life, and some of the others actually do like you, even if they seem to take advantage of you all the time.

Though, in most of their cases, they probably don’t realize what they’re doing. Or they’re a lot meaner than you’re giving them credit for.

Whatever. You decide with a silent sigh, after tonight you’re going to block them all and move on with your life. How hard can making new friends be anyway?

Sani’s Lounge is a relatively new hang-out location near your home. Not super popular, solely due to the menu and the live music that they prefer to use. So you’re not really surprised when you’re able to get inside without much of a wait.

You’re also not surprised when you get ditched as soon as you’re inside. Your friend moving across the quickly filling room to get as close to the stage as she can. You shake your head and settle yourself at a table near the back of the room.

“Your friend seemed kind of eager to ditch you.” A man at a table near you says with a wry smile.

“Tell me about it.” You rest your head on the palm of your hand, “Apparently I was invited because I’m the ‘ugly’ friend. Honestly, I didn’t want to come at all, but she wouldn’t leave my home unless I came with her.”

“I don’t think you’re ugly.” He says brightly, before he picks up his drink and moves to sit across from you, “My name’s Hardcase.” He says as he offers his hand.

You smile at him and offer him your name in return as you take his hand.

He grins at you, a genial expression that makes you feel much more relaxed than you normally would, and he flips your hand so he’s able to press a feather light kiss to your knuckles.

Your face burns, and you nervously tuck some hair behind your ear, and his grin widens. “You’ve never been here before, I take it?” Hardcase asks as he releases your hand.

“No. This isn’t really my scene.” You reply, pulling your hand back to sit in your lap. “All I know is that they have live music every so often, and they,” You tilt your head towards your friends, “say that the headliner is a Siren.”

“Not a fan?” Hardcase asks.

“Not sure I believe them.” You shrug, “I mean, that’s the thing to do, isn’t it? Clubs and bars claiming that their live attraction is a siren or whatever to draw a larger crowd.”

“Well, I am a regular here and I promise you that the singer is a siren.”

“Or just a good singer.”

Hardcase laughs, “There’s a bit of a difference between being a good singer and being preternaturally good at singing, darling.” He grins at you, “You’ll understand after the first song. You just have to keep your ears open.”

“Assuming I can hear anything over them,” You reply dryly.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetling. You’ll hear.” Hardcase finishes his drink and sets the empty glass on the table between you, “Alright. Time for me to get to work.”

You tilt your head questioningly, and he winks at you, “Remember, keep your ears open and I’ll make you believe.”

“...wait, you’re-?”

He winks one more time, and then hurries through a side door. Moments later the lights dim, and the chatting in the room dies.

And then there’s Hardcase. Standing on the stage, holding a microphone, with some other people on the stage behind him, starting to play their instruments.

His gaze locks with yours, and he grins. He lifts the microphone to his lips and he starts to sing.

“Oh,” You breath out. His voice wraps around you like a soothing blanket as he sings his love song. He keeps his gaze locked on you for the whole song, and you’re unable to tear your eyes away from him.

As he sings, it’s like the rest of the world just fades away. And it’s just you and him and the song between you.

And when the song fades, and you snap out of whatever spell you had been wrapped under, you’re suddenly aware that the other people in the audience seemed a bit sullen about something.

Hardcase slides the microphone back into the stand and hops off the stage, and brushes past the men and women vying for his attention, and he stops next to your table, a boyish grin on his handsome face, “So? What d’ya think?”

You’re unable to hide your answering smile, “Consider me convinced.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leans on the table, so that he’s right in your personal space, and you’re surprised to find that you don’t mind how close he is to you.

“And what did you think of the song?” He asks.

“It was beautiful. But you have to know that. Did you write it?” You ask.

“Yeah. If by writing it you mean ‘did you make that up on the spot?’ because I did that too.” Hardcase replies with a grin.

“You made that up on the spot?”

“I wanted a song as beautiful as the woman I’m dedicating it to.” Hardcase replies, and he leans a little closer and lowers his voice, “That’s you, by the way.”

You duck your head, a pleased smile on your lips. “You hardly know me.”

“That’s easily remedied.” He replies, “I have one more set. Wait for me and we can go out for a late dinner.”

“I suppose that’s not a terrible idea.” You muse thoughtfully.

Hardcase’s entire face brightens, “I’m going to make up another song for you. Maybe about your eyes and how they look in the candle light-” He trails off, mumbling under his breath.

“Well, I’m happy to play muse for you.”

Something unnatural glimmers in his dark eyes for a moment, and he quickly drops a kiss to your cheek, causing your face to burn, “Just you wait,” He says, excitement thrumming though his voice, and you can’t help but become excited too, “I’m going to wow you, sweetling.” And then he’s gone, heading back to the stage, and he whispers frantically to his band, before he grabs the microphone.

And once more, his gaze locks with yours as the room fills with soothing instrumental music, and then is joined by his voice. And, as you lose yourself in the ebbs and flows of his voice and the music, you realize that this can easily become love, if you let it.

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #clone trooper hardcase x reader #hardcase x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #x F!reader fanfic

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skyfallscotland · 2 months

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I’m going to put this on anon because I like to keep some privacy sometimes but I just wanted you to know how much your writing has touched me

I have chronic back pain. Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time. Like, couldn’t move when I woke up, took way too many meds just to stand, one wrong move from falling apart kind of pain. When it gets that bad, it even hurts my chest, my ribs, and then I can’t breathe and it fucks with my asthma and just— it was a really really bad day. The sort when I seriously question what the fucking point in all of this is. I know I have people that care and that would miss me but sometimes I can’t stand trying to be strong just for others.

So I reread Dangerous Devotion and a little bit of Fear and Flame. I cannot express how much it means to see someone struggling the way I do, and how even if I don’t want others seeing me weak it can be a kindness to stop hiding the pain. And then I saw the snippet you posted today and I just lost it. It’s fucking hard but sometimes it just takes an asshole telling you to get it together to remember to keep fighting.

You don’t have to respond to this if you don’t want to. I guess I just wanted you to know you aren’t alone in this messed up world. It’s hard and it hurts but it means so so much what you’re doing with your writing and you’re making a difference, for me at least. So thank you.

You know, when I posted that snippet just now, I wrote hold on because there are probably a lot of people who need to hear it, and it’s true, you don’t know what you might miss and who will miss you. But staring at the words, I also thought privately about how it’s a kindness to myself accepting that it’s ok to go if I have to.

I always feel torn between needing to be here for everyone else’s sake, because of how they would feel, and the struggle of knowing you’re staring down decades of agony. I’ve always thought acute diseases sounded easier, you know? Chronic pain is just one hit after the other, knowing it won’t kill you, but it will hurt and hurt and hurt forever.

This is why I wrote Fear & Flame, because I can’t conceive of a world where people manage to live in pain like this and just…carry on, perfect mental health. I don’t blame RY necessarily for not including it, she doesn’t have an infinite word count to work with, but it sucked a little; not seeing what I feel is the most pervasive aspect of living in chronic pain.

I’m so grateful I can give that experience to other people, to the ones who didn’t see themselves in Violet.

Remi is mine, but she’s yours too. I write her for us. Thank you 🖤

#you all mean a lot to me too #more than you know #amy’s mail ✨💌

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fantasy-on-parchment · 2 years

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could you do a fic where evangeline is scared at night (maybe by luc?) and goes into jacks' room but in a fluffy kinda way where he takes care of her?

Why of course I can! If you were looking for a fluffy little comfort read then buckle up babes!

Don’t Want to be Alone

Jacks x Evangeline

No summary needed, no warning besides vampires and mentions of blood. <3

THIS IS NOT MY BEST WRITING IM CURRENTLY SICK AND ABSOLUTELY DROWNING IN COLLEGE WORK YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED…😘

Eva’s POV

Piercing eyes, selling souls.

Neck biting, blood sucking.

Moonlight, gravestones.

Blood. So much blood.

It’s everywhere. On clothes and seeping into the stones at my feet. It’s caked into my hair and sticking like a second skin in the creases of my nails.

Blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood.

They’re holding me down, at least six of them. All while he stands over me. The boy I thought I loved, the boy I thought loved me.

I scream.

He lunges for my throat.

There’s a gasp throughout the room as I sit up in bed abruptly. My chest rises and falls in quick successions as I take in the room. On instinct, I back against the headboard and pull the comforter to my chest. My arms and legs and… well my entire body is shaking.

After my eyes adjust, it’s obvious I’m alone in the room, but… still. It doesn’t feel like I’m alone. I can almost swear I hear howls from outside. Vampiric, blood-sucking howls coming from just below my window. In my mind they’re climbing up the trellis, jumping onto my balcony and—

Nope. I throw the covers away, there’s just no way in all the fates’ will that I am staying in this room by myself.

Where am I going?

Hell if I know. But far far away from the “howling” is a good start. Whether it’s real or not…

Disregarding the lack of cover my slip provides, I slide slowly out of bed, manage to jump a foot away (because you know, monsters under the bed and all that), and tiptoe to the door. Before I open the large wooden slab that’s bound to creek, I turn and put my back to the cold surface.

I question what I’m even thinking, where I’m going, and what I plan to do when I get there.

I’m still exhausted, so hopefully wherever I go included a bed… but I also don’t want to be alone. I can’t very well just creep into anyones room and ask to sleep with them… no one would understand my fear or vampire howls or graveyards and…

Well… one person.

No. No, no, no, no.

I go to step back to my bed, but fear crawls up my stomach and I feel so sick I step back to the door. It’s my only option, and I hate it. It wouldn’t do any good, he’d turn me away immediately with one of those stupid grins of his. He’d call me that insufferable nickname, and tell me something like “if you plan to sleep anywhere near me, it’d have to be on the floor,” because fates only know he couldn’t be caught sharing a bed with me.

Unless…

The floor.

I quickly turn to face my door and cringe as it creeks open. I sigh when there’s enough room to slip through, and pad with my bear feet down the cold stone.

I’ll just stay on the floor. Yeah. I’ll sneak in and lay on the floor and he won’t even know and when the sun rises I’ll sneak back to my room…

Not creepy at all. Not “if he wakes up and finds me he’s gonna think I’m some crazy obsessed witch” at all.

I take a deep breath when I approach his door. It’s wooden, like mine, and most definitely will creek all the same. With my fingers on the handle, I shut my eyes tight and pray to whoever’s listening that Jacks is a very, very heavy sleeper.

But under my eyelids is Luc, standing above me, lunging for the kill—

I push the door open, oh fates is it loud. I keep pushing, hoping he’s asleep, hoping I can just lay on the floor and bask in another presence.

But when I open the door wide enough to see, there’s a lamp on by the bedside, and a sleep looking Jacks propped on his elbows above a fluffy pillow.

A small gasp escapes me when his eyes are already on me, and mine lock to his. I watch as he takes in the minimal clothing and shoeless feet, along with (most likely) ratted hair and dark under eyes.

He says one thing: “I had a feeling that sudden scream in my mind wasn’t my own.”

I have the audacity to stand there, jaw hanging, before I gather myself, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…”

I turn around, very quickly aborting my mission, but Jacks has other plans, “What happened, Evangeline?”

I stop with my back to him, halfway out the door, halfway in the room. “Nothing, just a nightmare,” comes my feeble reply. It’s the truth, after all.

There’s a sarcastic hum, as if he doesn’t really believe me. I yearn to see the look on his face, try to read the emotions like I have time and time again. I turn back to him, crossing my arms around my stomach for some sense of security. I bite my lip until it hurts, and realize I must have already been chewing on it when it stings and tastes of metal.

He’s looking at me intensely, almost studying, “Why did this nightmare bring you to me?” He doesn’t smirk, he doesn’t need to, it’s all in his tone, how amused he is.

My jaw hangs open once again, not knowing-wanting-to answer. I don’t want him to know he’s the only person who truly understands me after this last year, or the only person I feel remotely safe with after the night in Chaos’s lair.

“Evangeline?” It’s impatient and tired and I realize I’m losing time, scrambling for an excuse.

“I just… I just don’t want to be alone.”

Jacks’s brows furrow, “You have maids and guards and plenty of other staff to keep you company so—“

“Yes but—“

“Even in the middle of the night they’re meant to—“

“It was Luc.”

The room goes silent with the remark, and I see something almost… possessive(?) flash in his eyes. But then they soften considerable so, and his mouth falls relaxed. I drop my gaze to my feet, very interested in the lengths of my toes, “I just, admittedly, got scared, that’s all. I wasn’t going to interrupt your sleep, I honestly was just going to sit by the window or on the floor, it didn’t matter. I just thought I heard howling and I didn’t feel safe in my room…”

There’s a beat of silence when I’m sure he’ll make me leave but; “Little Fox?”

I look up, feeling like an innocent child at their parents bedside after a bad dream.

“Shut the door.”

Oh.

I swallow deeply, nod solemnly, and begin to exit the room. “Yes, right, I’m sorry again, we don’t have to mention—“

“Stop.”

I look back from my place outside the room, “stop?”

He nods, more patiently than before, “Come inside and shut the door, Little Fox.”

Oh. Oh.

I do as told, honestly too exhausted to even think of a sassy remark. When I’m inside the room, we simply look at each other for a minute before Jacks begins to slide to the furthest side of the bed and lift the covers.

My brows furrow this time, taken aback by the invite. I scan the deep blue duvet and the shirtless man occupying half its space and… my stomach feels like it might roll over itself in a feeling I’m not sure I’ve ever had…

I look down at the thin fabric covering my stomach and thighs, my legs brushing together instinctively. My eyes switch between my feet, thinking surely he’s not really inviting me into his bed. Surely this is just some form of mockery, right?

I look back up at him, “If this is some kind of joke, Jacks, it’s really not funny.” I huff, crossing my arms and straightening my back. Perhaps, if I look more intimidating, he won’t see the desperation in my eyes.

But he levels me with a look of both boredom and determination all at once, “Little Fox, for all the disrespect I may show, I would hope you would know I wouldn’t joke about sharing my bed with you.”

I have to stop the gasp that travels up my throat at the ending of his sentence, the thought of not only sharing a bed but also…

“Are you just going to stand there? Because I must admit, you make a man very nervous.”

Oh, I stand still, suddenly realizing I had been shifting my weight between my feet. I open my mouth then close it again, then steel myself as I take a deep breath.

It’s his invite. It’s fine. He’s asking me, not the other way around.

When I take a tentative step forward, he grins, and it builds until I’m at the bed. Slowly, nimbly, I lift the covers and slide underneath. I sit while he is relaxed, straight as a board and tense.

I only tense more when he turns his body to truly face me, “Well,” he drawls, “you have a funny way of sleeping.”

“Huh?” My voice is light, feeble and a little skittish sounding.

“You mean to tell me you plan to sleep like that, sitting up?” He chuckles, deep and echoing throughout the room.

Then his hand in wrapped around my wrist, tugging me down towards the bed. My breath hitches slightly, but I slide down anyways and pretend my slip isn’t riding dangerously high on my thighs.

I stare at the ceiling, one hand on my chest and the other under the covers where his hand still circles my wrist. He’s brushing circles around the last scar, sending tingles up my arm, and I feel his eyes on my face and chest. I don’t know if I should turn to him, turn the other way, or do nothing at all. I focus on my breathing, in an out, in and—

“You know I can hear your thoughts, right? When you project them like you are now?”

Oh my god

Nope. No no no. I pull my wrist from his with an embarrassed groan and go to roll over, ignore his presence all together(ironic that that’s literally what I came here for).

But he catches my waist and pulls me back on to my back with a huff, then leans across me to my other wrist and pulls me to face him.

“Tell me about it.”

My cheeks flush as his breath fans my face, all mint and crisp apples. “About what?”

There’s a smile, a gleam in a sea of blue, “Your nightmare, pet.”

Oh… “I… well, it was Chaos’s lair.”

He perks up at that, tugging my wrist until I’m an inch closer.

I pull in a deep breath, stuttering through the memory. “I was held down by changelings while Luc…” I squeeze my eyes tight, feeling anxiety creep through my stomach and up my throat.

The hand at my wrist moves to my waist, squeezes, and pulls me against Jacks’s chest.

I gasp, “Jacks?” My hand falls on his chest, not sure whether to push away or lean closer.

Unfazed as always, Jacks sits his chin atop my forehead and softly whispers, “And what did the worthless little boy do?”

I sigh, almost dizzy from the lack of space between us. “He-he stood above me, he said some things I can’t really remember and then… lunged for my throat.”

I hear him exhale before both his arms wrap around me and I’m pulled onto his chest as he rolls over. I lift my head and meet his eyes, he-for maybe the first time ever-smiles at me in a soft, almost admiring way. He lifts a cold hand to brush a curl behind my ear, “You said you heard howls?”

“Uhm… yeah.” I’m on top of him, I’m on top of him, I’m literally on top of him. “It was just my mind though, I was a little freaked out…”

He laughs softly, “You must know, Little Fox, that I had no intentions of taking you there and letting them harm you.”

“No, I um… I know.” My hands are on his chest and my legs are straddling his thighs and he’s… nothing but solid muscle everywhere we meet.

“Good.” It’s a whisper, and his hand at my ear finds my nape, pulling my head down to his chest. His other hand reaches down and pulls the covers over me, the warmth a contrast to the coolness of his skin.

“What are we doing?“ I ask, muffled by his chest.

There’s a yawn, “Sleeping, my Little Fox, now shush.”

I go to protest at the amount of contact between us, but then the hand at my nape moves through my hair. He scratches my scalp soothingly and suddenly all protest dies on my tongue. Almost subconsciously, I begin drawing lazy patterns along his chest. It’s peaceful… calm.

“Safe.”

“Hm?” Jacks chest rumbles with the question. I barely even hear it from how heavy my eyelids feel.

“You… make me safe.”

There’s another hum, “but who saves you from me, Little Fox?”

#evajacks #ouabh #tbona #the ballad of never after #romance #jacks #prince of hearts #prompts #stephanie garber #angst

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preggomancer · 1 year

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Tulip holds up another hanger, waving it at her boyfriend, and he raises a brow.

“Once again, I feel that you have fundamentally misunderstood the purpose of this trip,” Alan monotones.

Tulip giggles, looking at the frilly pink top she’s pulled from the clothing rack. “Sorry, sorry. I just think it’s cute!”

Rolling his eyes, Alan goes back to leafing through the sales rack. His mission in coming here–and to the five other stores they’ve slogged through already today–is failing miserably. At five months pregnant, he’s already outgrown much of his wardrobe, and it won’t be long before he’s left with nothing but a few extra-stretchy shirts and maybe some pajama pants. So here he is, trying to achieve the apparently monumental task of finding clothes that will both fit him and not make him feel like shit.

The problem is, of course, Alan’s a guy. A trans guy who started T just a couple months before getting pregnant and having his entire life trajectory thrown off the rails. He’ll be fine–he knows he’ll be fine. It won’t be easy, but if anyone can manage college as a single dad, it’s him. What he can’t handle, right now, is being pregnant. He knows he’s never really passed. Puberty left him with unwanted curves, an ample chest and wide hips. He’s been counting on T and top surgery for years, and now, right when he could finally start, he’s being flooded with the exact opposite hormones in his system, a milk-swollen chest, and the prospect of even wider hips after he gives birth.

He could handle it, he thinks, if he could just find a single goddamn masc maternity shirt.

It takes him about ten seconds to rifle through the skimpy XL rack. Maternity selections are never particularly robust, but for someone like Alan–fat and six feet tall–finding anything besides the same ugly gray V-necks and garish floral blouses appears to be impossible.

“Ooh! This is cute!”

Alan looks up to see Tulip once again holding up exactly what he’s not looking for. “Tulip. Babe. Darling. Love of my life. Please.”

“Sorry, I know, not what we’re here for, but look!” Tulip holds the bright green crop top to her chest, its bottom draping sweetly over her own baby bump. She looks down. “Um, okay, maybe not. This is not a very Tulip-core print.”

Alan laughs. “Why not? It’s cute! It’s got limes!”

“Well sure, you’d say that, because it is Alan-core.”

“Yeah, sure, I guess.” Alan grimaces, looking at the sad selection in front of him. Maybe he’ll have to spend the next few months in baggy gym shirts, after all. “Now if you could just put that pattern on a T-shirt and give it some extra belly room, that would be great.”

“Or,” Tulip says, sidling up next to Alan, “you could just try this on.”

“Wh–” Alan turns to face her. “Okay, first of all, that’s your size–”

“It’s stretchy!”

“And second of all, I’m looking for shirts that make me look like a dude, and that’s explicitly not even remotely that.”

“Yes.” Tulip nods solemnly. “But also, maybe, I just think that my very attractive boyfriend would look hot in a too-small crop top.”

“That’s–” Alan starts to argue, then glances at the maternity rack, and stops himself. “Okay, you know what? I need a fucking break. Where’s the dressing room?”

“Yessssss,” Tulip cheers quietly.

Yanking the hanger out of Tulip’s hands, Alan marches into the closest dressing room stall and instructs her to wait. He examines the garment. It’s one of those stretchy, low-cut spaghetti strap pieces, the kind that’s made for skinny women on Pinterest to show off their B-cups and sucked-in stomachs. Not for a fat, busty trans guy with a stretch-marked baby bump. He doubts they even make them at his size.

He reaches to take off his shirt, and realizes with embarrassment that his top has started to ride up, showing the bottom of his belly and gathering right below his bra. How long has he been walking around like that? He yanks it off, trying not to look too hard at his reflection as he puts on the dumb crop top.

Given that it’s several sizes too small, it certainly doesn’t have the loose, boxy fit it’s supposed to, but when Alan looks in the mirror he’s surprised to see it… kind of works. The ribbed fabric pulls across his heavy chest, only just covering his bra, leaving most of his cleavage on display. (Cleavage that’s already much deeper than it was five months ago, and only getting worse.) He meant to throw the dumb thing on and get a little laugh from Tulip, but instead, he finds himself staring at his reflection.

Back when he was trying desperately to be a cis girl, he wanted so badly to look like those skinny Pinterest girls. He’s always been fat, since he was being scolded in grade school for eating the same candy all the other kids got plenty of, since the school nurse told him to exercise more even though he was the star of the softball team. It was only when he realized that he would never look like them, would never be skinny and petite and girly and swoon after the annoying sporty guys, that he finally accepted that, under every box he’d shoved himself into, he didn’t actually want to.

And somehow, right now, wearing this dumb crop top, it feels… good? To take the toxic femininity he felt for so long he had to achieve, and throw it on his fat, trans, pregnant body feels like a rebellion. It hasn’t been long since his doctor warned him to stop binding if he wanted any chance of breastfeeding, and until now, seeing how his bust pulls at every shirt has made him feel like hunching over and burying himself in blankets. But somehow, looking at it on display, outlined by this much too-tight little top, it feels right.

Suddenly, a flutter of movement distracts him, a kick from inside Alan’s heavy belly. He puts a hand to his bump, rubbing it, smiling when he feels another flutter in response. And he realizes: he’s been scared to look in the mirror, scared to be seen, because he’s been so worried what everyone will see is a pregnant woman. He was wrong. In the mirror in front of him are the wide hips, tits, and the big, round belly of a man. And the fact that he can look like this, curvy and pregnant and milky and still know beyond a doubt exactly who he is, makes him feel pretty damn good.

Behind Alan comes a knock at the stall door. “Alan?” he hears Tulip say. “You don’t really have to wear that thing. Sorry, I was just being silly.”

Throwing his jacket over his shoulders to make it feel more him, Alan turns and opens the door.

Tulips eyes widen. “Oh. Okay. I was extremely right, actually.”

Alan smiles. “Yeah, you were.” He turns back, giving his bare-bellied curves one last look.

“You ready to go?” He asks. “I think I’ve picked out everything I needed.”

#ITS TRANS OCLOCK #TIME TO READ ABOUT ALAN GENDER EUPHORIA MOMENT #pregnancy-based gender euphoria is my reason for living #anyway bye #mpreg #tmpreg #ftmpreg #alan #m words #preg #preg kink #cw lactation #lactation kink #belly kink

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apostaterevolutionary · 5 months

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Wholly agree Duolingo isn't great any more but it's the only fully free site so it's all I can use...:(

I totally get it anon, it’s a tough situation. For what it’s worth, I believe most of memrise is free, so it might be worth taking a look to see if it has your language. And I mentioned this in the post, but your local library may give you free access to other apps. Tumblr library propaganda has taught me many things about what libraries offer!

And even though I’ve been mad at duo for a lot longer (since they rolled out that stupid path, even though I managed to dodge it for over a year by not updating my app, they did eventually force it onto my ancient and crumbling version lmao), I kept up with it for a long time just because I couldn’t find an alternative I liked. And tbh I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do now, cause it turns out I like casually learning languages, it’s fun and I don’t want to stop, I’d love to get at least conversational in several, but I’m not exactly sure where I’ll go from here yet

Even disregarding the ethical issues, I do worry about the future for duo learners because machine translation simply cannot compete with the real thing. I think anyone trying to read something from another language knows from experience lmao. But I think it will be a while before the app really dies, because the idea of learning for free is a good one. It’s just sad the ceo sold his soul and made duo publicly traded, because it’s been going downhill since (completely changing courses when you’re halfway through, the path, the loss of the forums, the removal of notes, the loss of typing practice, and now severe staff cuts for a cheaper but inferior option)

It sucks ass but it is what it is and I won’t necessarily judge anyone for sticking with it if it’s your only option. I also saw some statements from people who worked on the original duo courses as volunteers upset about these developments, but also distraught that all this work and effort and love they put into the courses would be for nothing if duo eventually does shut down. The courses were originally made by people, for free too, and most of their work is still there, I can’t blame them for being upset at their love letters to the world getting twisted but also not wanting their work to disappear forever because everyone quit. There’s no winning for them at this stage

Idk this is way more rambling than was necessary lmao, but anyway let’s summarize by saying I feel you, it sucks, but I also understand if people keep using the free version duo because, and especially depending on the language you’re working on, sometimes there really aren’t feasible alternatives

#you have my sympathies anon #i have a lot of feelings about duo lmao #I broke my streak at 950 days at the start of the year #and even though I’d set my mind to it and wasn’t happy with it anymore it was weirdly hard to do #I just miss what it used to be #it opened my eyes to the idea that maybe it is possible for me to learn more languages even if 9 years of french failed lmao #but on to new pastures I guess. once I figure out what they are #text #misc #generic ask tag #anon

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eisukevint · 1 year

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Hello, not to bother you or anything, but can you do a post about how the audition managers would react to MC being annoyed and irritated because they have to wake up? No pressure!

hi!! dw youre not bothering at all <3 also i havent written smth in a long time so pls bear with me i was on like a hiatus. as @cupidocherie says and i quote "eisukevint comeback 2023 ???" anyways i hope you enjoy this headcanon!

Prompt: Tres Spades’ hosting an important event which requires you to put in extra hours, more so than other employees. The fatigue from the overtime and your disrupted sleep schedule has caused you to be grumpy and your boyfriend is not helping.

↬ Eisuke Ichinomiya

You've been working overtime for an entire week now and your body is exhausted. Not to mention Eisuke's libido is unparalleled so you're having a rather rough time to catch up with him. One night, Eisuke comes home to find you already asleep. He doesn’t mind though because he knows how how you’ve been working hard. What he didn’t expect was the morning after. There you are, still asleep even though there’s only ten minutes left until your shift starts. Not to mention, he can’t function properly without his beloved’s coffee so he goes to wake you up. He’ll call your name lightly at first but that doesn’t work because you’re a heavy sleeper so he’ll try shaking you a bit causing you to huff and puff and turn away from him in annoyance. He’s mildly surprised but also finds it amusing because you almost never forget to make him his coffee. “Hey, (Y/N), wake up. It’s almost 9:00.” At that you’ll whine causing Eisuke to chuckle. “What about my coffee though?” You glare at him slightly and tell him to drink room service coffee for just one morning. He’s fully aware that you’ve been labouring arduously for his sake so just for you, he’ll suck it up and survive through the day without his precious coffee. You just looked so adorable pouting at him like that because you didn’t want to get up, he couldn’t help but give in. He’ll let you sleep throughout the day and call Kenzaki to tell him that you’ll be taking a few days - no scratch that, a full week off so your fatigue can wear off. He’ll order room service for you and write a note, telling you to eat once you wake up. Let's be honest, this man loves cuddles so he’ll cuddle you to your heart’s content.

↬ Soryu Oh

This man would be flabbergasted. He wakes you up so you won’t be late to work but almost staggers when you glare at him exasperatedly. He’ll be worried at first because where is his sweet and beautiful (Y/N) who always wakes him up with the most charming smile on her face? He’ll ask you what’s wrong because he for sure thought it’s that time of the month and you might be in pain so he’s kind of relieved when you tell him that the event being hosted at the hotel caused her overtime and she’s super tired. “Oh, i’m glad it’s not something serious.” Pats your head and tells you that he’ll make breakfast for you and there’s no need for you to get up. It’s a little too late when you realise what Soryu had said. Hurriedly getting out of bed, you dash to the kitchen and bang your head against the wall when you see what went down.There you see Soryu in front of the cooktop, a mess from head to toe and God knows how many cracked eggs in the dust bin. He smiles sheepishly because he’s very well aware that he just increased you work load. No worries though, he’ll still help you clean up and tuck you into bed after it’s all done. He’ll call Samejima and tell him that he’ll come to the ice dragon’s headquarter later in the day so he can make up with you with cuddles. He’ll eventually get in with you and give you little pats on the back so you can sleep peacefully. might call eisuke to lesser your work

↬ Mitsunari Baba

Baba’s back from one of his missions. You’re still in bed though and it’s rather unusual because by this time you’re getting ready for work. Ponders over the reasons that are keeping you from waking up. In the end he decides to prepare breakfast for you. Egg and toasts, sunny side up. He brings the breakfast to you like the magical, fictional boyfriend he is and wakes you up. Your mind swirls and you can’t think straight since your peaceful sleep’s been disrupted. You raise a hand to swat him away and tell him to buzz off. He’s all pouty because you pushed him away but nevertheless, he tells you to have breakfast. Helps you sit up and offers to feed you to which you happily oblige. He adores you so much. Your grumpy face is his new favourite thing. He texts Eisuke to let him know that you’ll be taking the day off. Snuggles you and peppers your face with kisses until you fall back asleep.

↬ Mamoru Kishi

One of the world’s greatest mysteries, how did Mamoru Kishi manage to wake up earlier than you? He checks your temperature, it’s normal. Then why are you still sleeping? He checks the clock and it’s time for your shift. “Get up, it’s nine. Don’t you have to go to work?” This little shit has woken you up from your peaceful slumber and you’re absolutely livid. “Shut up Mamo, I can’t. One more day and you’ll have to arrest me for murder.” He doesn’t show it but he’s actually worried about you. Probably guessed that you’re just tired from work. He’s like, “Aight, i’ll call Eisuke then.” Gets into bed with you and spend the entire day sleeping. Later when you wake up, you’re full on panicking and chanting ‘he’s gonna fire me’ so Mamoru saves you the trouble of apologising to devil boss ichinomiya. When you’re fresh and done with dinner, you tell him all that has happened and why you were so worn out. Hugs you and tells you it's alright. You both end up going back to sleep. couple goals fr

↬ Ota Kisaki

A fucking tease. He saw the opportunity and took it. There you were, sleeping in all your ethereal glory, with drool trickling down the corner of your mouth. Ota simply couldn’t resist. Phone out, camera on, he took pictures from every angle possible. He would’ve been the biggest idiot if he hadn’t captured this moment. And when he’s satisfied, he wakes you up. Oh no he didn’t. If he called you his cute Koro before, you were surely no less than a dinosaur right now. Hair flying in all directions, eyebags darker than Soryu’s soul and drool marks on your mouth. “OOOO SOMEONE’S CRANKY.” There’s no break with this guy and he’s certainly not helping right now. First of all, you know you have to go to work so your mood deteriorates progressively and then this guy makes matters worse by showing you those horrendous pictures.You chase him around the penthouse to strangle him once and for all and he’s laughing like a maniac. Eventually you get tired so you give up. All the fun aside, he worries about you so he covers you in his fluffiest furry blankets and kisses you on the forehead. Cuddles you so you sleep warm and tight.

aight, i hope you like this! eisuke one is so self indulgent lmao.

#eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Mitsunari Baba #mamoru kishi #Ota Kisaki #kbtbb baba #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb ota #kbtbb mamoru #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #voltage inc #otome #headcanon

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knockyasocksoff2022 · 11 months

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“Mr Dazai, your son threw up at school.”

(Relationship Reveal and soft but chaotic parent Dazai because I can. Don’t worry there’s no graphic descriptions of throwing up. Gets super fluffy at the end. This was kind of rushed so may not be the best, also you can probably tell I suck at titles.)

Kind of long so it’s under the cut (2,360 words)

Kunikida P.O.V.

I'm always the first at work so when I arrive on our floor I start to put the key into the lock but when I do the door opens. I immediately tense and open it cautiously, in case this is another break in. But no thieves are in sight, just Dazai sitting at his desk, deep in conversation with the president.

My briefcase falls to the floor with a muffled clatter.

"Good Morning, Mr. President, Dazai-san" I pick up my case and head over to my desk, a bit embarrassed, but neither of them looks up.

Soon all the members are present and the work day begins.

—

Just as I finish my first report, a phone rings from the other side of the room, and Dazai's suicide song starts blasting. I sigh looking over to the man's desk only to find him trying to hang himself on the coat stand.

"Oh, Kunikida-kun" he sing songs, "Could you hand me my phone please."

"Oh fine." I huff, shoving the device at him, "But you better not be long, we do have work to do."

"I won't." He sing songs, he definitely will. UGH! Lazy waste of bandages.

The call starts and I find myself curious as to who would be calling Dazai this early in the morning.

He holds the phone to his ear while listening and a look of amusement crosses his face. After a second he answers sounding confused, "Yes, this is he. Why? Has Saku-chan done something problematic?"

Saku-chan? Dazai has a girlfriend?! I shoot him a look asking who the hell Saku-chan is and why is he speaking so formally, but he ignores me.

"Ahh, I see, what is the matter then?" He nods, a look of worry that I've never seen before crosses Dazai's face.

Dazai’s P.O.V

It’s awkward with the noose around my neck, but I finally manage to get the phone to my ear. A woman speaks into it. “Hello? This is Nurse Kajimura, Yokohama Primary School. Am I speaking to Dazai Osamu?”

I don’t understand, I just dropped Saku off an hour ago. (the school is on my way to work which was why I was early, also it was fun to see the looks on my coworkers faces.) What trouble could he have gotten in already.

“Yes, this is he. Why? Has Saku-chan done something problematic?” I answer.

(A/N: Soukoku named their kid after Oda 🥺🥹)

“Don’t worry, Sakunosuke is not in trouble, we called you because your husband was not answering his phone.” Oh that makes sense because Chuuya is on a mission in another city, probably super busy. Ohhhh! How dreadfully I miss my Chibi! “Ahh, I see, what is the matter then?”

“We need you to come and pick your son up as soon as possible, preferably immediately. He vomited in class this morning and has a cough, he is also running a low-grade temperature. He says his head and throat hurt. We think it may be the flu and suggest that you keep him home for the remainder of this week and through next week.”

Oh, my poor baby! I say in my head but decide not to be dramatic on the phone. “Oh, of course. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

Kunikida’s P.O.V

As soon as the call clicks off Dazai unties the noose faster than I've ever seen anyone untie a noose and is grabbing his car keys. His movements aren't frantic though, they never are.

"Hey, lazy Dazai! Where do you think you're going!? The workday isn't even half over yet!" I stand in front of the door.

He smiles calmly, then his face shifts into a wide grin as if he's about to say something he knows will shock me. I brace myself for whatever outlandish excuse he's prepared, knowing full well I could never actually stop him from leaving.

"I'm afraid I have to leave early, Kunikida-kun, my son threw up at school, and he has a fever. The nurse said I must come and get him as soon as possible."

Despite my mental preparations, his words catch me off guard. He takes advantage of my silence and continues, "Normally I wouldn't just up and leave like this," he's fully smirking now, "but my dear beloved husband is out of town for work so we're all alone."

"Y-your what . . . you're what!?" I struggle for words. What the hell made him come up with this?

"My husband, he's out of town for the next few days. That is why I have to pick up Saku-chan." He says simply, and I can tell he's enjoying this.

I shake my head to clear it and exhale. "Dazai, I don't know what's going on but you can't just ditch work when you've hardly even been here for more than a hour, honestly I've had enough!"

His expression turns from joking to icy cold in an instant, "May I remind you Kunikida, that I was here before you. And I will leave, so if you don't mind, I am going to pick up my son from school and I will not be coming back. If you want me to turn in a leave application I will, tomorrow. See you then."

His expression is serious, in a way that I've never seen it before, in fact I've never actually seen him look serious before. All his expressions that I thought were serious, pale in comparison to this death stare. I know that he is an excellent liar but . . . this expression. He must be telling the truth. The embarrassment is extreme. Of course it was only logical of me to assume that he was joking as an excuse for slacking off, given his reputation but still.

"Dazai . . . I apologise-" He's already out the door and I turn in defeat, only to see everyone else standing up at their desks, clearly acting as spectators to our confrontation. To my comfort they look as shocked as I feel. Well, not Ranpo (of course not) and the President. Did the president know about this? I feel slightly betrayed.

Junichirou recovers first, "Dazai-san has a child?"

"Possibly more than one" Ranpo offers though, obviously he knows exactly how many children Dazai has, and is choosing not to tell us.

"Well I think that that's wonderful." Kenji says smiling, "I would love to meet his children."

"Do you think that kid is alright, I mean, guys you can't forget that this is Dazai-san we're talking about." Atsushi gestures vaguely around the room looking worried.

"Who's the mum, do you think? Someone he knows or from an adoption centre maybe?" Kenji wonders

"Now that I think about it, it all makes sense. Maybe he's always late because he has to drop off his kids but the school is really far away and leaves early for the same reason." Junichirou thinks out loud.

"That's a good point, but then why was he early today?" Atsushi asks.

"Oh yeah, maybe the kid switched schools for some reason."

"Yeah maybe."

"Why is nobody talking about the fact that he's married, and to a man much less?" I ask everyone, earning five funny looks and a small smile from the president. "I mean, it doesn't matter but is no one surprised" nobody says anything, "at all? I mean you've all seen the way he flirts, and it's only ever with women." I look at their expressions and the sentence dies in my mouth.

Junichirou thinks for a second, "Well, it is surprising that he's married–"

"But to a man? To me at least he seemed like a total ladies man. It's just surprising is all, is it not?" I question again.

Immediately there's a "No." from Yosano

"Nope." adds Atsushi

"Nuh-uh." Kenji just keeps smiling

"Nah." Ranpo mumbles still eating snacks, enjoying the free drama.

The Tanazakis shake their heads.

"Really?" I can't believe this, "Did everyone but me know?"

"Yes." Yosano deadpans

"I mean, wasn't it obvious?" Ranpo shrugs popping another biscuit in his mouth

"It was, but Kunikida's just really straight." Yosano and Ranpo exchange a look of humour.

The entire office cracks up, even the president lets out a small chuckle

"And Dazai-san is still a massive flirt, married or not. His husband must hate it, I know I would absolutely lose it if Junichi even so much as looked at another girl." Naomi says (it sounds more like a purr) as she slides her hand up Junichirou's shirt. I look away quickly.

"Alright, everyone, I get it. Dazai is gay, and has an unknown number of children, let's all get back to work."

"He's bi actually." Ranpo laughs, I sigh and walk back to my desk leaving the cackling detective alone to be smug. "and his husband is a wonderful person."

Wait, what? Everyone whips around to face Ranpo (except for the president who's in his office) "You know him?"

"Not well, but we've met."

"Is he someone we all know?" Yosano asks

"You may have seen him but none of you really know him."

"Well that's helpful." the doctor rolls her eyes.

"Of course, happy to help."

"At least tell us how he looks." Atsushio pleads the genius detective

"Well, let's just say he stands out, you'd definitely notice him if you did see him."

Several groans and sighs echo around the room and we decide to give up . . . for now. Ranpo just smirks and goes back to snacking. (It's a wonder how his desk is so clean and that there's never a crumb on his paperwork)

Dazai’s P.O.V

I walk out the office door, thankful I built in extra time to my journey just in case something like that happend.

I hear Atsushi's voice as I head downstairs "Do you think that kid is alright, I mean, guys you can't forget that this is Dazai-san we're talking about." and something inside me wilts.

Why would they think I would make a good parent? I've never given them that impression but it still hurts me (extra because I know it's my own fault that they think that). I push the dark thoughts down and drive to Yokohama Primary School.

When I go to the front desk to fill the early check out form the desk clerk eyes my bandages and gives me a strange look, thankfully she says nothing.

"The nurse will bring your son from her office in a moment." She says, motioning for me to sit down on one of the padded folding chairs.

Nurse Kajimura brings Saku out and he immediately collapses into my arms. The nurse smiles a little and waves us goodbye. Saku is too tired to wave back so I pick him up and carry him back to the car.

On the way home I stop at the pharmacy and I call Chuuya to let him know that Saku is okay. He picks up on the first ring. I look back but Saku's passed out cold.

"Hay babe, I was just about to call you. I saw that the school called me earlier, is everything okay?"

"Mostly, Saku's sick, I had to pick him up because he vom–"

"Eww, no. I don't need to know every single detail."

"Aww, Chibi's so squeamish."

"Hey, I could kick your ass!"

"I know."

"Why'd you bring him to school sick anyway, dumbass?"

"Le gasssp! You're so mean, how was I supposed to know?"

"The fact that I even need to explain says a lot."

"He was fine when I dropped him off."

"Well, I'm just glad I'm not home, to catch whatever youth plague he has." I can practically see Chuuya wrinkling his nose in disgust on the other end of the line.

"Wow, do you not love us, to leave me all alone with a sick child."

"Okay I'm going to hang up now. Bye shitty mackerel."

Just as I'm at the checkout counter I see a new text: You have to get the children's medication. The one in the blue and green package.

I laugh and send: "I know, but it's so sweet that Chibi is worried."

He leaves me on read.

—----

It was easy enough to get Saku into bed but he just can't seem to fall asleep.

"Do you want some juice?"

He shakes his head, "Father, can you tell me a story?" he asks quietly

"Sure, what type of story."

"Hmmmm," he drags the word out, thinking for a moment, "How did you meet Papa?"

"Oh." I was not expecting that.

"Well, we used to work together."

"Where?"

"At a company."

"What type of company?"

"They, um, they work at the city's ports."

"Cool, what were you and Papa's jobs?"

Noo, please, Saku, I beg mentally, please go to sleep. "We were kind of like the managers."

"What's a manager?"

This is an easy enough question. "It's someone who goes out and makes sure everything's working alright and that everyone is doing what they're supposed to be, because the company won't work unless everyone works together." There a lesson in teamwork, now please go to sleep!

"What happens if someone isn't doing what they're supposed to be?"

Ummmm, they get tortured and possibly die, depending on the severity of the crime. "Oh, they get fired."

"What does fired mean."

Another easy question, "It means that they can't work for the company anymore."

"Oh, where do they work after they gte fired?"

Hevean. Hell? "I don't know, it's different for everybody."

He nods, "Did you get fired?"

"No, I left."

"Why?"

"It was a toxic work environment."

"What's . . ." he struggles to pronounce 'toxic work environment'.

"My boss wasn't very nice. He fired a friend of mine."

"That is mean, but what about Papa?"

"While we were working together I had fallen in love with Papa so we decided to stay together even after we had different jobs. A bit after that we got married and then we adopted you, and we're very happy. Now you need rest so you can feel better, go to sleep." I kiss him good night and leave the room before he can ask anymore questions, barely making it out of the room before bursting into laughter. Chuuya is definitely going to be pissed that he missed this.

(A/N: I also think that dazai having his kid call him Father is just the type of weird shit he would do. (Also because only Chuuya gets to call him Daddy, anyways))

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