dont get me lit. this fic has me squirming and crying DONT PLAY.
FIRST OF ALL AUFGHFFHF UR TELLING ME THEYRE FRENEMIES?? ALREADY BUSTED. the way the reader was like âi want you bothâ WHAT A WHOREEEE⌠(me too, girl, me too)
âyoâ came. tojis voice?? saying yo??? DROOLING FUCK ME SILLY. âgirl, byeâ sassy ass bitch.. âinspiration, she saysâ âspit it outâ STOPPTPYOTOTOTOR THEYRE SO FINEEEE.
the banter⌠him calling him a bum with the shut up.. ugh i need to get team tagged by frenemies irl. SUKUNA BITING THE PANTIES IM INTO THAT IM GONNA ACC SCREAM RN AUSGDGDHEUSHE THEN TOJI FUCKS MY THROAT IM LITERALLY GEEKING
toji has a happy trail. im walking through the trail to the destination of his tip. âspit the fuck on itâ MDGGGFHFFFH YESSIR đť sukuna and cunt slapping DONT GET ME LIT. âeyes up here, eyes on meâ im on fire.
AUGHHHH DID THEY JS LAUGH WHILE FUCKING ME IM GONNA START SQUIRTING THATS THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER I LOVE WHEN GUYS ACT LIKE BROS IN SMUT IM SO HAPPY RN đťđťđťđťđťđť
âyou coachin me how to fuck?â please. PLSPLSPLSPLPLSPLSPLSPSLPLSPSLS idk why im saying pls but PLEAASEEE âšď¸âšď¸
âdont ya big guy?â i know you cant hear me, but i just moaned. BIG GUY?? BIG GUY????? im so lit call me mars im actually LIT ON FIREEE, SZA WAS RIGHT LIFES BETTER ON SATURN BC IM CURRENTLY BURNING IT DOWN.
A HEADLOCK???? HEALDOCK??/?1?1?2? IM ACC CRYING NOW I CANT DO THIS MY FINGERS ARE STUCK IN A CERTAIN MOTION IM PARALYSE DRNBEJSNENRBHEJE âupsie daisyâ SRARATATWTWFEFEGEG AUGGHH MFFGGGHH IM GONNA ACC TOUCH MYSELF IM DONE.
âlet her suck on your tits, big guy.â âwanna make toji a whiny little bitch?â can they make out đ im hoping they do can they make out đ BOAFFFFF???????????? YESSIREE THATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR. oh?? âact like i wont k.o you right nowâ DROP DOWN STRIP AND FUCK FIGHT ON THE RING ILL BE THE REFEREE, FIRST TO MAN SQUIRT IN MY MOUTH LOSES đŁď¸âźď¸ no? okay. lets see what they do next đť
âdonr play, yk it isâ EEEEEEEEE IM GEEKED. BEND OVER??? ITS ACC YHAT KIND OF PARTY?? đ§ wait idk what to say.. the girl was too stunnned to speak?? wait. what? WHAT??
you fucking ended it when it was gonna get oily. đ but its okay i forgive you bc you made this divine ass fic i WILL be getting permanent finger cramps bc of you and thank you for such, im literally crying and kicking my feet :P
â PEARL ANONNN <3
UR SO SWEEEEEET THANK YOU SM FOR READING đđđđđđđđŤśđ˝ i always appreciate ur commentary sm u dunno how much this means :,)
iâm glad u liked the banter đââď¸đââď¸ tehe the best part for that fic was the dialogue between them bc aaaaaa. I NEEDTHEM SOOOO BADDDD hehe the ending i knowww right, it came to me last minute n i was like wait this is kinda đđđđ
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đ A âCoquetteâ Misunderstanding đ
âMmm⌠depends. You gonna let me put a real bow on your dick? Make it all cute and coquette?â
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âĄPairings: fuckboy!Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader
âĄSynopsis: Jungkook has been a self proclaimed fuck boy after his last relationship ended fairly messily⌠until he met you. Started out as fuck buddies, but he always had a huge crush on you. With time, he realized that heâs actually falling in love with you, and he is itching to make you his girl. He knows being a fuck boy means he has to prove himself when it comes to being serious, so he comes up with the perfect gift to give you when he confesses⌠only for it to turn into the biggest fucking mess.
âĄGenre: Romance/Comedy
âĄWord count: 5k+
âĄWarnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, mentions of sex, lewd references, lots of talk about penises, talks of being in love (ew!!!), arguing, mentions of alcohol, no smut but this fic revolves heavily around sex, making out, Jungkook is kinda stupid (bless his lil heart), also kind of weird in general? Let me know if I miss anything!
âĄDisclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please donât take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.
âĄA/N: This is my first request! I hope whoever requested it likes it, it was supposed to be a Drabble but I got a lil carried away⌠oops! The request was fuck boy Jungkook falls in love with Y/N, but thereâs a misunderstanding that eventually gets resolved and they live happily every after! I have no idea how I came up with this đ itâs kinda silly and kinda weird but I think itâs cute. I hope you guys like it. đ
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Jungkook finds himself wondering if he can possibly get anymore fucking stupider than he feels right now.
It seems when it comes to you, he simply loses brain cells. Heâs not sure what it is about you, but anything involving you short circuits his brain as of late, and he is continuously fucking things up.
Maybe itâs because youâre so fucking pretty. Maybe itâs because the way you look at him makes his knees weak. Maybe itâs simply because heâs a man, and men are stupid⌠Or maybe, itâs because he had the recent revelation that for the first time literal in years, he has caught feelings.
And whatâs worse is that heâs realized this isnât just a little crush. Heâs fucking in love with you, and itâs making him forget how to function.
Jungkook doesnât catch feelings, not since his last relationship ended very messily two years ago. The way the relationship ended left a very bad taste in his mouth, so he decided to go back to his college days of being a fuck boy and never falling in love againâŚ
Which was working for some time. It was freeing to be able go back to his old ways; he could enjoy a womanâs body and worship them like the goddesses they are, and then wake up the next day without feeling any obligation⌠or anything at all, really.
Until you came along.
You had been friends for years, although you were never very close. He always thought you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, but he also thought you were so out of his league. You werenât the type of girl to go for fuck boys; you were put together and had very high standards, you knew your worth. He liked that, but never really had the guts to push it because he was sure he didnât fit those standards.
That is, until one drunken night at one of Jiminâs parties⌠you flirted with him heavily. It was the biggest fucking ego boost that he ever had. He never assumed you would be interested in him, because his noncommittal habits werenât a secret. But on this night you were very obviously interested in him. You were being touchy, and sweet, and you just looked so fucking pretty.
This was the first night you slept together, and Jungkook doesnât like admitting that you unraveled him in a way no other woman had. The sex was mind blowing. He has never felt such intense chemistry with someone before⌠and fuck, you gave the best head he ever gotten. He was addicted after that, he knew he didnât want it to be a one time thing.
He didnât want to make you his girlfriend necessarily, good sex still wasnât enough for him to consider being with someone seriously again⌠but he did want to see you again. The next morning he was bashful; made you breakfast, drew you a warm bath with essential oils and pretty smelling soap, and even ordered you a very last minute bouquet of flowers to wake up to.
This alone should have told him that things would be different with you, because although Jungkook always treated a woman with love and care when they gifted him their body for a night, he never went this out of his way to impress them.
He told himself it was because he felt the need to overcompensate. In bed heâs very confident, but out of bed, heâs not as sure of himself⌠especially with you. He felt lucky to have a night with you, and he knew he needed to put an effort in to keep you interested in him because he wasnât exactly your type. If he was able to keep you interested, then maybe youâd see him again.
He was right, you didnât normally go for fuck boys. Casual sex wasnât exactly your favorite, because men often forget to focus on the woman, too. You werenât exactly looking for anything serious, but you also werenât looking to sleep with some guy who only cared about himself in bed. And most hookups you had thus far ended with you less than satisfied.
It was uncharacteristic for you to sleep with guys like Jungkook, or really give them any attention at all. But Jungkook has always been pretty, and heâs always been so fucking sweet⌠that night at the party, he looked extra appealing to you.
Even then, you werenât planning on doing it again. The chemistry was undeniably intense, but you werenât a fan of sharing. There were health risks to sharing partners if one of you werenât careful, and you didnât like that it made you question yourself. You tried it before, and it just wasnât for you. You like exclusivity, and thatâs ok. Everyone has preferences and boundaries and not everyone will agree with yours.
This is why you didnât plan to see him again. But when you woke up and saw all the sweet little things he did for you, you were definitely tempted⌠what really got to you was how he fucking looked at you; he looked at you like a love sick fucking puppy and it was the most adorable thing youâd ever seen. He was adorable. Youâd never been with a man who was so fucking sexy but also so goddamn cute at the same time.
No guy had gone through such trouble after what was supposed to be a one night stand before. It was like he really was a dog; he brought you these little gifts in the form of acts of service in the hopes you would continue giving him head pats. Or, actual head in this caseâŚ
And although he wasnât actually love sick, he definitely was a bit pussy whipped.
Temptation won in the end.
There was no spoken agreement between you two⌠you just started having sex regularly. And every time it was fucking toe curling. No man took care of your body so perfectly and left you 100% satisfied. But beyond the sex, you both found that you thoroughly enjoyed being around each other. Youâd never knew each other well before this, you were mere acquaintances who were familiar with each other because of mutual friends, but you grew closer and got to know each other as time went on, and in the end you kept it going.
Of course you were worried about his reputation, but you didnât push him or even ask for exclusivity. He never explicitly said that he wouldnât be exclusive with you, but you started liking him and the sex was enough to let go of that boundary and make an exception for him. You knew he was safe and you knew he would always treat you right. This was enough for you⌠even if it sometimes bothered you that you didnât know whether he was sleeping around or not. He wasnât your boyfriend, just a fuck buddy you grew fond of.
Little did you know, he had no desire to sleep with anyone else. You didnât even need to tell him these boundaries, because he knew without you telling him. He wouldnât dare do something to fuck this up. The sex was so good that he didnât have the want for anyone else, he didnât even think about it. He still wasnât quite ready to be serious with someone, but he was content with you in a way that he never had been any of his previous hookups or fuck buddies. He wanted to keep you as long as youâd let him.
A routine started; as time went on you spent more time together, hung out often, and fucked like rabbits. You played with his hair and scratched his back, you picked on him and made fun of him in a way that made him laugh every time, and you knew exactly how to handle him even when he was a bit overwhelming. He was so content with what you both started.
Until recently.
Jungkook started realizing a few weeks ago that maybe having thoughts of an entire future with someone whoâs only supposed to be your fuck buddy isnât exactly normal. Sometimes heâd lay awake at night thinking of you for hours⌠heâd imagine taking you on actual dates, not just little outings disguised as friends hanging out. Heâd imagine getting to brag about you being his girlfriend. But what really started to make it obvious was when he imagined what youâd look like in a wedding dressâŚ
Five months in and he realized heâs falling for you. Heâs so fucking gone for you, and for once, heâs giddy about it.
Youâd both developed this sort of playful relationship. When you werenât fucking, you were always joking around and making each other laugh. You both had a very crude sense of humor and so many little inside jokes. It was comfortable, and he started feeling like a kid on Christmas Day at the thought of keeping it going forever.
He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he knew youâd be hesitant because of his history. He wanted to do something for you that not only would prove to you heâs serious, but something that was special. He didnât want to get you a piece of jewelry, or a bouquet of flowers with a card; he wanted it to be something only you would experience. He wanted to go all out for you.
He recalled a conversation you both had one time over dinner at his place while watching a drama. The guy in the drama was proposing to the main character, and it was as cliche as any other drama.
âThatâs so cheesy. Why canât guys be more creative? Heâs asking her to spend fucking forever with him, more thought should go into it.â
âYeah? Well if a guy proposed to you how would you want him to do it then?â
âI dunno⌠but not like that. Forever is a long fucking time, whoever decides to propose to me better do something more special than a damn ring.â
âBut thatâs literally what a guy is supposed to do, how else would he do it? Youâre supposed to get the girl a ring and get on your knees nâ shit.â
âThatâs so cliche though! I dunno, Iâd rather something else⌠like maybe a dildo that was a replica of his dick. Something to the effect of âwill you ride my dick forever?ââ
That conversation ended in laughter of course, because you were only joking⌠but also, as Jungkook thought back on it, it would be so fucking perfect.
Not only would it show that he remembered the little things, but it would also break the stigma that he created for himself; it would show you that he was serious, he had no desire to be with anyone else sexually emotionally, and it would fit in with your playful dynamic. Like a little inside joke, and although he isnât asking you to marry him, he wants the message to be clear that he wants to build a forever with you.
So he did some research. He original thought about getting you a dildo that was a replica of his dick, and found that there were DIY kits he could buy to make it himself. But also⌠why would you need a dildo if you had him? So he researched the more artistic aspect of things and found that there were actually a lot of artists who specialized in making replica sculptures of men and womenâs body parts.
He liked this much more, because he felt it was a bit more sentimental and maybe more fitting. He found one artist in particular whoâs sculptures and paintings looked very realistic. In their portfolio, they featured some comparisons of the pictures that inspired the sculpture vs. the sculpture they made, and there was barely a difference. They clearly had talent, and he was totally fine dropping however much money to get this done for you.
So he contacted the artist to order a commission. It was a hefty price, because he paid to have the process expedited. He wanted this done as soon as possible because he was practically shaking with excitement at the thought of asking you to be his girlfriend. But the price was worth it. The artist asked him some questions and listened to his requests. His only request was that it would be life sized, it would have a little pink bow wrapped around it (because you loved cute things, he remembers you called it âcoquetteâ once.), and somewhere it would have âProperty of Y/Nâ on it. The artist was confident that they could have it sculpted, shipped, and delivered by the end of the week. All the artist needed was a picture of his penis for reference.
Awkward, but understandable. It was very professional, obviously if he wanted the sculpture to look like his dick the artist would need a reference photo. This was purely for artistic purposes, itâs not like he was sending nudes or getting off on it. He was doing this for you and he couldnât fucking wait to see the finished product or hear your little giggles when he presents it to you.
But of course, in his excitement, he fucks up exponentially.
He was supposed to email the photo of his dick to the artist. So he has no fucking idea why after he took the photo, he texted it to you⌠probably because subconsciously, who the fuck else would he be sending pictures of his dick to? Heâs not even the kind of guy to send nudes, but he has a few times with you on nights that youâre both too busy to actually meet up and have sex.
He couldâve just played it off and said something stupid like âsurpriseâ, but he immediately panicked because he was afraid youâd figure out what heâs doing. Which is so fucking stupid because how the fuck would you ever guess what heâs doing?
So what does he do instead?
He handled it very poorly, to say the least. He didnât know what the fuck to do, and he had no idea why the told you he sent it to the wrong person. It was because it was the truth, thatâs why. He didnât really think anything of it when he admitted he sent it to the wrong person, because he had a clear conscious. Why lie when he has a clear conscious?
He panicked not because he was guilty, but because he was scared that you would catch on and the surprise would be ruined⌠which is so fucking stupid. Out of everything, you couldnât possibly guess what he was doing.
He didnât think about the implications of telling you that it was the wrong person, and it just went downhill from there. He really should have just told you the truth in that moment, but he doubts you would have believed him. The story would seem far fetched at this point because of how vague he was being in the beginning.
And you really didnât believe him. You trusted Jungkook, but that message reminded you that you arenât exclusive with him. He isnât your boyfriend. He has a reputation of being a fuck boy and heâs just your fuck buddy. So it wouldnât have been a surprise if he really was messing around with other girls considering he technically has every right to⌠but it still stung.
If he had come out and admitted it was meant for another girl, you would have probably been a bit bitchy about it, but you wouldnât have fought with him over it. He has the right to see other people when you both never agreed to only see each other. It was that feeling of being lied to that set you off, you fucking hate being lied to. You have your fair share of history involving men who lie, and although you made an exception on one of your boundaries for Jungkook, you refused to make an exception on being lied to for any man.
And even though he wasnât actually lying, how the fuck would you have known that? Heâs right, if he did send you some elaborate paragraph about what the picture was actually for, and how he just instinctively sent it to you after taking it, you probably wouldnât have believed him after he denied it so vaguely like he did.
For days he tried to talk to you. He blew up your phone, called and texted hundreds of times, blew up your Instagram notifications, and even started fucking making tweets on Twitter begging you to talk to him and let him explain (dramatic as fuck, his friends made fun of him for it, and he didnât care because he was desperate.) You ignored him, of course, because deep down you were a bit hurt. You really couldnât stand the thought that we was sending nudes to someone else, possibly fucking them, and then lying to you about it.
It reminds you as to why you have the boundary of exclusivity⌠and also makes you realize that maybe you like Jungkook a little more than you thought you did.
Heâs a mess. He kept debating whether or not to just show up to your place, get on his knees and beg you to listen to him⌠but he knew you wouldnât let him in, not unless he had proof of what actually happened. He feels so goddamn stupid. He could easily show up and show you the email as proof, explain his thought process and what the picture was for, what he was doing, confess that heâs fucking in love with you and wanted to do something to show you how serious he isâŚ
But he decides to give you space. He knows that itâs unlikely you want to listen to him or see him right now, and he needs to let you cool off. By the time the sculpture is delivered, he can show up, explain himself, and do everything as planned.
Itâs the longest fucking week of his life. His thoughts are consumed with you and he prays that when he does show up, it isnât too late, and youâll let him explain himself.
That youâll say yes after itâs all said and done.
The next Friday, he receives the package. He nearly fumbles with it as he opens it, wanting to get this shit over with so you guys will be ok again.
Just as expected, itâs perfect. Itâs obviously not the exact same as his dick, but itâs pretty fucking close. It looks exactly as you would expect a sculpture of a dick to look like. The bow that was sculpted onto it is perfect, pink and detailed, wrapped between the tip of the sculpted dick and the base. At the very bottom of the base, in tiny cursive letters reads âProperty of Y/Nâ. He thinks itâs perfect, and if you find it in yourself to hear him out, he knows youâll love it. He can already imagine your cheeks getting pink as you giggle at the absurd gesture.
He gets himself ready. He puts on some cologne, brushes his teeth, stares at himself in the mirror a little too long trying to psych himself up. He knows showing up without warning is probably not the best way to go, but he hopes that once you open the door and see him bearing gifts, youâll be more open to listening to what he has to say.
He makes a stop on his way to your place because he impulsively decides to buy you some flowers and a cute gift box for the sculpture. Heâs in a rush because he feels like heâs dying on the inside with you so upset at him. When he gets the flowers, he just stuffs a wad of cash in the florists hand before running back off to his car. He probably overpaid for them⌠but he doesnât care.
He makes quick work of putting the sculpture inside of the pink box he picked out, adds a matching pink bow for good measure. Once heâs satisfied, he carefully placed the flowers and the gift box in his front seat, and nearly peels out of the parking lot in a hurry to get to you.
Youâve been sulking all damn week, because you miss him. At first you were pissed, because you swore he was lying, he just had to be. Why else would he be sending dick pics to someone? But as the week went on, you did start to question yourself. Because Jungkook had never given you a reason to not trust him, and despite that fact that neither of you have ever explicitly said it was exclusive⌠you know that it is.
Because when youâre both in a room full of people, his eyes never stray. When he tells one of his stupid jokes, the first person he looks for a reaction in is you. When he goes to the grocery store, despite you not living together, he always stocks up on your favs. And every morning and every night, no matter what, you are the first and last person he talks to. The little things tell you everything you need to know.
Even now, after he stopped blowing your phone up because you continued to ignore him, he made sure to text you good morning and goodnight.
So why would he lie? Why would he lie when all of the signs are there that you are his sole focus? You may be unaware of how deep his feelings are for you, but the little things show where his loyalties lay.
Itâs just so hard to believe him because you canât possibly fathom who else he could be sending nudes to, and if the reason wasnât sexual, then why? You donât exactly send pictures of your genitals to someone for casual or platonic reasons, soâŚ
Youâre sitting on your couch watching TV and pouting when he knocks at your door. You arenât expecting anyone, so you have a feeling itâs him⌠you debate not answering the door, but in the end you do, because youâre just as irritable without him as he is you.
You open the door and keep a neutral expression on your face, you see him standing there with those same love sick puppy eyes and you nearly fold right then and there.
Heâs holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a fairly large pink box with a bow on top. So he came prepared, it seems. You donât know whether to be flattered or offended at the supposed bribe, but you keep an open mind.
âWhat do you want?â You say cooly⌠as if youâre not going to let him in anyway.
âY/N can we please talk? I know you hate me right now, but please just let me explain myself. I swear this is all just a really big and stupid misunderstanding.â
He has no idea whatâs going on in your head right now because you seem so calm, so collected. He wishes he could be like you, because if you donât let him in, he swears heâs gonna cry and bang on your door until you let him. Heâs not above throwing a fit at this point.
You stand there for a moment staring at him, making it seem as if youâre skeptical⌠but really, you just missed his pretty face.
âFine.â
You open your door for him and he nearly fucking pushes you down when he barges his way in, afraid youâre going to change your mind.
He makes his way to your couch and sits down, pats the spot next to him and sits the gift box down on your coffee table along with the flowers.
âThese are for you⌠open it first.â
You cross your arms and scoff at him, donât sit down yet. You start to wonder if heâs avoiding actually explaining, wanting to butter you up first so that youâll be more willing to forgive him.
âWhat? No, explain why you lied about sendingââ
He holds his hand up to stop you from speaking, âDammit, Y/N, open the damn gift first. You need to see it in order for me to explain. Please.â
You huff at him in response, because itâs kinda hot when he talks to you like that⌠but now is not the time to get hot and bothered. You donât even know what his supposed âexplanationâ is or if itâs something youâre willing to forgive.
You do listen to him though, you take a seat on the couch and grab the pink box. You take off the bow, which you love, and you carefully open up the box to revealâŚ
A penis. Hm.
You take it out and start inspecting it⌠you donât know how to feel yet. Youâve been sleeping with him for months, you both know each others bodies very intimately, so you can immediately tell that it is indeed his dick, specifically because of the little heart shaped freckle down the shaft. You notice the bow thatâs sculpted into it too, and you find yourself giggling at it without meaning to. Just like he thought you would. The entire gesture makes your cheeks warm. Such an odd fucking gift, but you already love it.
You turn it over, and you see at the base of it right above the testicles of the sculpture, in cute little letters âProperty of Y/Nâ.
As weird as it is, you find the gesture so fucking cute⌠but you also donât understand it. You donât understand why he just gave you a coquette sculpture of his dick, what this has to do with the dick pic, and why it says property of Y/N, because thatâs a very serious thing to put on a sculpture of his dick that he just have to you.
Before you gush over how much you love the silly thing, you ask wearily, âOk⌠but like⌠what does this have to do with anything?â
Jungkook letâs out a breath he didnât realize he was holding in and his heart pounds because heâs so fucking thankful you seem to be open to hearing him out.
He begins explaining hesitantly, âYeah, right, so umm⌠lately Iâve been thinking⌠about us. And I sort of realized that I⌠like you. Like, a lot. Not just the sex or the whole fuck buddy thing, but I really fucking like you as a person Y/N.â
Now your heart is pounding because you genuinely didnât expect this confession. Which in return, makes you impatient⌠because you like him too. But you canât tell him that until you figure out what the fuck happened with the dick pic and wether or not you need to stop this before it starts, or forgive him, or even apologize for not letting him explain.
âOk but what does that have to doââ
âIâm getting to that. Just⌠ugh, shut up, this is embarrassing.â
He looks away from you and starts biting at his lip ring. You feel kinda bad, because he really does look embarrassed about it. But oh, it is so fucking cuteâŚ
You nod at him and lean back into the couch, the sculpture in your lap as you silently agree to let him continue and try to keep your impatience in check.
He reluctantly continues, âAfter realizing this, I wanted to⌠tell you. Wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend. But I didnât want to be cliche about it, I remember us talking about it before⌠so I wanted to do something special⌠something only for you.â
He lets out a breathy laugh and squeezes his eyes shut, because he starts overthinking a bit. He wanted to to something special for you, so he got a fucking sculpture of his dick made⌠ridiculous train of thought. Such a fuck boy thing to do.
âI remembered you making a joke about how if a guy proposes, youâd want it to be with something other than a ring⌠and Iâm not proposing! But you know, itâs similar so⌠yeah. Fuck. Anyway, I did some research and found out that apparently dick sculpting is a type of art? And my dumb ass thought that was perfectâŚâ
He chances a glance at you, looking up from his lashes as he sits forward and rests his elbows on his knees. So far, you seem receptive of the story⌠you donât seem to be suspicious of him yet. Thank fuck.
âI commissioned an artist to make a sculpture of⌠my dick. For you. And they needed a picture for reference⌠it was all very professional. But when I took the picture, I guess I just automatically sent it to you, because I donât do that shit with anyone else. So I didnât think. But when I realized I texted it to you, instead of emailing it to the artist⌠I told the truth because I didnât think about the implications. And I did a very fucking bad job at attempting to explain when you did start questioning it. Thatâs my badâŚâ
Itâs slowly starting to make sense. The story is a bit⌠far fetched. But itâs so far fetched that you highly doubt Jungkook would have gone through the trouble to actually commission an artist and drop who knows how much on this sculpture just to save his ass. It may be a very specific situation, an original experience, if you will⌠but the proof is in the pudding, and you can tell by the look on his face that he isnât lying.
âI shouldâve just told you what happened but I doubted youâd believe me after how badly I fumbled. So I waited for the damn thing to show up. I can show you the emails back and forth with the artist and stuff too if you want⌠but Y/N I swear I wouldnât lie about something like that. I havenât fucked or even looked at another woman since we started messing around⌠donât want to. Only want you. So please believe me.â
He looks at you with pleading eyes, and gives you a small pitiful smile. You do believe him. You really didnât have any reason not to to begin with, but the miscommunication prevented you from seeing that.
It really was just some very stupid misunderstanding.
You say nothing. Instead, you set the sculpture down carefully, and you scoot closer to him. You grab his face gently, and lean in to kiss him.
Fuck. He missed your lips so bad.
He immediately kisses you back, damn near whines at how good it feels to have you again. To see that you arenât rejecting his explanation or refusing to trust him, but youâre forgiving him. He kisses you back sweetly, one of his hands coming to the nape of your neck while the other cradles your jaw.
You pull back and murmur, âIâm sorry I didnât believe you. Was stupid of me. Forgive me.â
He smiles so fucking stupidly at this and nudges his nose against yours. He starts peppering your face with little kisses as he says, âForgive me for being a fucking idiotâŚâ
One last huge smooch to your forehead, and he pulls you into his lap. He feels so much more lighter now that things are cleared up. God, he wants to fucking laugh at how absurd it all is. All week he started to regret ever choosing to get a sculpture made of his fucking penis as a way to ask you to be his damn girlfriend⌠who the fuck does that?
Him, apparently. And he started wishing he fucking didnât.
But seeing you now, seeing how youâre smiling at him with the same adoration in your eyes as him, heâs thankful he did it. Sure, was a very odd gift to get you⌠but it suits your dynamic perfectly. And the way you giggled at it bashfully, he knows you absolutely loved it.
He reaches down and squeezes your ass as you sit on his lap, not trying to initiate anything, just wanting to touch you. He stares at you in silence for a moment, because a week away from your pretty face was far too much.
He flicks his lip ring with his tongue before asking, âSo⌠does that mean youâll be my girlfriend thenâŚ?â
He doesnât mean to sound so awkward when he asks, but heâs nervous that youâll say no because you didnât really say anything when he explained earlierâŚ
Stupid boy, canât he see how much you fucking adore him? Of course youâll say yes.
But even then, you hum in response as your hands reach up to play with his hair, as if youâre mulling it over and considering your options.
âMmm⌠depends. You gonna let me put a real bow on your dick? Make it all cute and coquette?â
âYes.â
He doesnât even hesitate. Of course he will. Fucking anything you want if that means youâll be his girlfriend, if youâll let him love you and fuck you and take care of you for what he hopes is forever. And honestly, the thought of you putting a bow on his dick weirdly turns him on.
You giggle at him, lean in and press your lips against his again. You kiss him once more, a bit more tongue this time just so you can hear him pant and feel his heart beat faster against your chest.
When you finally come up for air, you say against his lips, âThen yes. Iâll be your girlfriend.â
He lets out a breathy laugh, was nervous you were going to say no. But you didnât. And he has never felt so fucking excited or proud about something, he swears.
He can actually say that youâre his girl now. Thank god for his coquette dick.
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đđđşđşđŽđżđ: leon is too shy to make a move on you
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đŽ/đť: this is my first leon fic and i havenât written in months so please be nice to me đ i hope you guys enjoy!! âĄ
itâs no secret leon is shy. ever since the beginning of your relationshipâ which was months agoâ you were always the one to initiate things between you two, not just sexually. he was too shy even to hold your hand or start a cuddle session. you donât mind that; in fact, you even find it quite cute how he starts to blush when you do something as simple as kissing him on his cheek, but sometimes you donât always want to be the one to make a move, which is why you had completely deprived him of any physical touch.
you can tell heâs bothered. heâs been staring at you as soon as you two sat on the couch together and put on your guyâs favorite TV show. he not so subtly coughs to get your attention too, but you choose to ignore that as you hold back a giggle. itâs obvious he wants to cuddle, but youâre not going to give him what he wants unless he does it himself.
as the show progresses to the next episode, you finally decide to speak up after feeling his eyes on you throughout the entirety of the first episode.
âyou need something leon?â you ask while looking away from the TV you were watching.
âw-what? oh um, no. why do you ask?â he stumbles over his words as a slight blush creeps over his face.
âbecause youâve been staring at me ever since you got homeâ you giggle
âoh.. sorryâ he murmurs out timidly while finally looking away from your face and towards the TV.
that was the last thing that was said before the next episode started and you were engulfed in the show you were watching again.
it didnât take long for his attention to fall back onto you, staring at you in disbelief because youâre not giving him what he wants. itâs killing you inside to not just wrap yourself in his arms, but you have to stand strong. you continue watching your show for another 15 minutes before leon finally reaches his breaking point.
âwhy are you doing this to me?â
you pause the show and get a good look at his face. he has a small pout and a look of sadness painted all over his face which causes you to feel a twinge of pain in your chest.
âdoing what?â
âignoring meâ
âiâm notââ
âyes you are. you didnât give me a hug or kiss when i got home and now youâre not cuddling with me like you always doâ he cuts you off and lets the words pour out frustratedly.
you kind of feel bad but at the same time canât help yourself from laughing at how frustrated he is over an issue he couldâve avoided by just making a move on you.
âyou know you couldâve kissed me and cuddled me yourself, right?â
now heâs silent because you just called him out.
âyeah but⌠i donât know howâ he timidly says.
âwhat do you mean you donât know how?â
âyou make me nervous. youâre my first relationship and i donât know how to initiate anything between us without making things awkwardâ he quietly states, barely able to make eye contact with you.
âaww leon, come hereâ you say while finally embracing him. you can feel the tension release from his body as soon as he lays his head on your chest.
âyou could never make things awkward between us leon. and as for me making you nervous, do you know how nervous you make me? like seriously, youâre insanely hot and also have the sweetest personality everâ
âstopppâ he whines but gives you a look that tells you he secretly loves what youâre saying.
âalright alright, but i'm serious leon. nothing you say or do could make things awkward between us. you donât know how much i want you to initiate something for once, iâm tired of practically wearing the pants in our relationshipâ you laugh while semi-joking.
you donât know if itâs the entirety of the little speech you gave him or the comment about you wearing the pants in your relationship that caused a change in his demeanor, but suddenly he flipped your position to where he has you pinned beneath him on the couch and passionately kissed you.
âwhoâs wearing the pants now?â
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Hi!!!!!
I need some more protective Clarisse kind of angst in my life. Maybe something when itâs not an established relationship, but itâs obvious Clarisse wants R. But since Clarisse isnât doing anything about it R just goes on oblivious. Until one of Clarisses brothers starts hitting on R doing the bonfire. Clarisse comes up angrily and stills R away but then reader is mad. Anger confession core pls. Feel free to make it your own. I love your writing!
- my flower -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader
An - im struggling so fucking much writing fics rn đđ my recent works havenât really been the best and Iâm sorry abt that Iâm just having major writers block rn
Beauty was an important thing at camp. Being beautiful brought all sorts of things, from an extra sâmore at the bonfire to having charmed guys around camp to do your bidding.
Charming guys wasnât just the limit however: which is how clarisse found herself in your cabin watching you model different cut up camp shirts.
âWhat do You think of this one?â You asked wearing a shirt you had cut into a halter top. Posing yourself in-front of a mirror you hadnât realized the daughter of ares over looking your curves and chest in the top.
âI think it looks just as fine as all the other shirts you showed meâ she rolled her eyes leaning back on your bunk. You shot her a dirty look while mumbling something under your breath.
Taking the shirt off you tossed it in clarisses general direction. âYou are the worst person to ask for clothing advice I swearâ ďżź
âFirst of all I know a lot about clothingâ
âYou wear camo military pantsâ
After a moment clarisse threw your shirt back at you causing you to laugh. Rummaging around through a pile of cut up shirts you eventually grabbed one that was off the shoulders.
Throwing it on and looking at it critically you just shrugged your shoulders. âThis is Fine i guessâ
âThank godâ Clarisse complained (much to your dismay) standing up, placing a hand around your waist she gestured her hand to the door. âNow can we please go to dinnerâ
You shook your head following her out. Breaking free from clarisse once you arrived to the dining hall, she kept her eyes on you.
Everyone knew she liked you, everyone also knew she wouldnât do shit to ask you out but would beat down anyone else who tried to.
ââ
âClarisseâ silena tilted her head while rolling her fingers on the table beside the curly haired girl. Receiving a harsh stare the daughter of Aphrodite just smiled.
Sitting down beside clarisse , she took a moment to observe how the ares kids behaved. Half the table was arguing while the other half was debating up coming camp events and how to win them, though Henry a newer member to the cabin was over at your table. Sitting beside you and well to put it bluntly, flirting with you.
Silena looked back at clarisse. Having to resist laughing as she gave a hateful glare to her brother. âWho the hell does he think he isâ she muttered under her breath. âI mean honestly how does he think he even stands a chance with herâ sitting up straighter clarisse scoffed.
âMaybe heâs just trying to find a relationship here at campâ silena softly teased.
âHe should already know that sheâs off limits thoughâ
âIs she though? Youâre not dating herâ
Silena had a point. You werenât dating but still she didnât want anyone else to be with you. As much as clarisse wanted to love you she couldnât, take a look at her. She was known as the camp bully, arrogant and with the amount of pressure she received from her father clarisse knew she couldnât contain her anger well and would ultimately lash out on.. clarisse didnât want to think about that.
âI donât need your smart ass mouth silenaâ pushing her plate forwards clarisse quickly mad her way out of the table.
ââ
It made her sick how causally you flirted with Henry. Crossing her arms she didnât even bother paying attention to the bonfire, rather clarisse was more focused on you.
Your laugh, your hair, you. All things she knew Henry didnât or couldnât appreciate like her.
Once she saw him leading you away towards the woods most likely to make out. That was her final straw.
Making her way over to where you were clarisse grabbed Henry by his shoulder and shoved him back. âFor fucks sake clarisseâ whatâs wrong with youâ
âI could ask you the same question who do you think you are flirting with my girlâ
âYour Girl? Pfft as if clarisse you wish she was yoursâ
Quickly stepping between the siblings you tried to deescalate the situation. Placing a hand on clarisses chest with the other on Henryâs arm you were starting to tell that the woman before you wasnât going to back down anytime soon.
The two continued their argument, throwing petty insults at eachother. You let out an aggravated sigh before grabbing clarisses Hand dragging her away.
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Quickly finding the ares cabin, you threw the door open before forcing clarisse in. Taking a moment to collect yourself you let out a deep breath.
Finally facing clarisse you held your hand up before she could speak. âWhat.. the fuck is wrong with youâ
âHenry was being a creepâ
âNot every guy I go off with is a perv!â
âYeah but if their from my cabin they sure as hell are!â
The argument continued to grow louder and louder. Clarisse was determined to prove she was right and you the same.
âWhy do You Care if I want to make out with someone? Every time I show Interest in someone you are always on my assâ
âBecause nobody actually deserves someone like you!â She moved some your way. She tried to make her stance show that she was innocent, that she was right, and it pissed you off even more
âWhat is that even supposed to meanâ scoffing you shook your head looking away. âAnd why in what situation did you think it was ok to call me your girl?! Weâre not dating clarisseâ
âBut we could be!â She shouted back. The room went quiet.
You furrowed your eyebrows confused, now realizing how close both you and clarisse were it flustered you. âClarisse do you like meâ you mumbled.
She just nodded, huffing you wrapped your arms around her. Hugging her tight you spoke into her neck. âYouâre the stupidest person at the camp I swearâ
Pulling back and placing a hand over her mouth to keep her from responding; you tilted your head up softly kissing your hand. âIâm going back to my cabin. And tomorrow morning I expect you to be at the door ready to ask me out got itâ
She nodded her head once again. âGoodâ you pulled your hand back but not before patting her cheek. Leaving the ares cabin clarisse walked to her bunk in shock, with how fast everything had moved it didnât click in her mind that she now had a girlfriend.
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Clarisse - so do You want to go out with me
YN - no
Clarisse - oh.. I Just thougâ
Yn - yes Dummy I want to go out with you đđ
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Hii! Could you please maybe do one of where the reader and Tom are like on a break from each other, and the reader and him end up being at the same party and he gets all touchy with this girl and the reader gets jealous and she ends up making out with this guy out in the crowd and Tom sees and gets jealous and ends up beating the guy up and the reader and him get into a heated argument in the car on the way to his place and he ends up doing yk as soon as they get there but in a angry way đ
(sry Im really bad at explaining. And if you cant do it I totally understand, plus your writing is AMAZING, like seriously I appreciate all the time and effort you put into your writing I could never đ)
BELONG TO YOU - T. KAULITZ
synopsis: you and tom had decided to take a break from your relationship a few weeks back, and you hadnât seen him until now, at some random party, flirting with another girl. you want payback, but tom notices straight away, acting on his jealousy.
content: angst + smut
a/n: this is such a good idea omgg these types of fics are my fav to read and write. this took me three days omg i made this like unnecessarily long & detailed sorry about that.đ thank you so much for the request and ur kind words anon!! đ also this clip is so hot like hello rail me pls.
my eyes burn into his figure from across the room, fingers clutching the plastic cup in my hand so hard that the material begins to crumple, though i donât care. i am far too immersed in the interaction taking place in front of my eyes, watching the way he places a hand on her thigh, whispering things into her ear with that same playful smirk i had seen too many times, completely oblivious to the fact that i am here, seething with rage at the sight. god knows how long i had been watching the pair for, time had seemed to stop altogether the second my eyes landed on him, all i know is that i am getting closer and closer to losing my sanity.
it didnât matter that i was a considerable distance away. i noticed everything - the way his tongue poked out of his mouth and repeatedly brushed against his lip piercing, the lingering touches which, though failing to reach the cleavage spilling out of her tight dress, were pretty close to getting there - too close. not that it matters too much that his hands hadnât reached the most intimate parts yet: his eyes were already doing the work for him, staring so intently at her overtly prominent chest that he shouldâve made physical contact with them and put me out of my misery, tearing away the only remnant of hope i had left - hope that he wouldnât stoop so low and give himself to the first girl that he saw.
though i know that my expectations are way too high for someone like tom. he hadnât cheated whilst we were in the relationship, but outside of it, he couldnât help himself. and, even though we hadnât actually broken up, âgiving each other some spaceâ as he called it, it seems that his morals havenât at all changed, and i am the last thing on his mind - my chest heaving up and down in utter rage as his hand travels suggestively further and further upwards, fingers dipping underneath her dress slightly. that was it. admittedly tipsy, i strut toward him, stopping just a few feet away from him, now in front of a semi-attractive guy who seems to avert his gaze to me almost instantly. i donât even have to look in tomâs direction to know that he has spotted me, i can feel his eyes on me, burning intently into my figure.
indirectly aiming to maintain tomâs attention as i soak it all in, i go that extra step further, whispering a small âhiâ in the boyâs ear, making sure to flutter my eyelashes, noticing the way a subtle smirk etches upon his soft lips. my hands trail aimlessly up and down his chest, his own slipping to rest comfortably against my lower back, the words âyouâre cuteâ falling from my lips, smooth as silk. it didnât matter if i meant them or not, i am not looking for a conversation, and i think he knows that too, our intentions pretty much mutual. tom doesnât have to know that though.
all he has to know is that two can play at whatever game he thinks he has started. though the second he spotted me with whoever had his hands roaming my body, he had stopped playing, no longer finding the small blonde beside him as interesting as he did five minutes ago. i am more than willing to carry it on, messily colliding my lips with the strangerâs, the kiss sloppy and heated - everything that i want it to be. my tongue finds its way inside his mouth, deepening the kiss even more, my hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers raking through his soft brunette curls. his own hands travel further downwards, cupping my ass and using it to bring our bodies closer together, the kiss soon becoming more heated than it was before, fuelled by the alcohol in my system and the jealousy i felt, somehow trading it all in for intense anger, eager for tom to feel the way i had just a few moments ago.
âyou wanna get out of here gorgeous?â
his voice is low as it vibrates through my lips, his words slightly muffled, thanks to both the almost deafening music reverberating through my ears, and the close proximity between us. knowing that i wouldnât think of doing anything more with this guy, i still nod my head slowly, purely to intensify tomâs jealousy, sensing his presence slightly closer than it was before, somehow easily identifiable through the crowd.
the guy smiles against my lips, kissing me roughly once again, though this one is much shorter than the last - not because either of us want it to be. he is harshly pushed away from me, my eyes opening in a mix of confusion and shock, frantically scanning the room for any clue on what had just happened, the answer becoming crystal clear as i spot tom inches away from him, hands balled into fists against the strangerâs chest.
a small crowd begins to accumulate, my hands pushing through desperately, scrambling my way to the front, the entire thing escalating impossibly fast, tomâs fist colliding with the boyâs cheek with such force he stumbles backward, body slamming against the wall harshly. but that isnât enough for tom. he continues to land strong punches to his face, the guy finding some strength to fight back, though they are completely pointless, having little effect on tom. after a few harsh blows, the boy is defenceless, lip swollen with blood trickling just below it, a large red mark printed across his cheek.
my fast steps make their way over to tom, who is clearly just as angry as he was before he had beat the shit out of that poor guy, his cold expression failing to waver even when i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me in one swift motion.
âwhat the fuck? have you lost your fucking mind?â i shout over the loud music, noticing that the people seeking entertainment from the ordeal had returned back to their own company, all immersed in random conversations, or making out with someone they had never met before - not that i was in any position to judge, i had done the exact same thing moments ago.
âhave you?â he shoots back, voice a level louder than mine, oozing with rage, carrying thousands of harsh words yet to be spoken.
âtake a look at the guy with the fucked up face thanks to you, then think about asking me that question again! what the fuck is wrong with you?â i question, eyebrows knitting together, wondering how he can dare to turn this on me, ignoring the fact that he has just left someone with a bloody nose, seemingly unfazed by it. his eyes scan mine, narrowed slightly, a few wrinkles lining along his forehead as he does so. i hadnât seen those eyes in so long and, despite the indisputable fury within them, it is impossible to deny how much i had missed them, regardless of the circumstances.
âwe arenât doing this here, not in front of this crowd.â he shakes his head forcefully, grabbing my hand and attempting to lead me away from it all, my body hesitant to do so.
âwhy? iâm not leaving.â i state confidently. he tilts his head to the side, mouth falling open slightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he appears to be in a fight with his own mind, clearly contemplating something, the decision seemingly difficult to make.
âwell i am.â he replies, shaking his head slowly, turning around to walk away.
âwhat the fuck? are you serious?â i ramble, chasing after him shamelessly, not yet aware of how humiliating it is that he has me wrapped around his finger. my hands clutch at his jacket, wrapping firmly around the material as i pull him backwards, just before his hand reaches to clasp the door handle.
âyou donât seem to care about us anymore.â he shrugs, expression fixed, though despite the hostility it shows upfront, i can sense the sadness behind it. âso why the fuck should i?â
he shakes his head at my silence, looking for something, anything, that hints to a response, no matter how small and totally ridiculous. i stay quiet, in total disbelief of his ability to manipulate this whole situation, somehow attempting to put me at fault, as if he hadnât had his hands all over that girl. he doesnât seem to care about his own mistakes, focusing purely on my actions, choosing to act as a saint despite knowing deep down he is far from being one. it is this realisation that prompts him to turn around once again, his back to me as he tugs the door open, walking through it without looking back. yet i refuse to let it end like that, hurriedly following him, not considering the consequences.
âwhat are you talking about? seriously, instead of being such a pussy and walking away, fucking talk to me!â i demand as he momentarily stops in his tracks, eyes glued on my own, his jaw clenched. i no longer need to raise my voice, the music drowning itself out, but that doesnât stop me, the volume of my words far louder than they need to be.
he reaches his car, hands moving into the pocket of his baggy jeans as they scramble for his keys, pulling them out without a word, though i still have plenty to say. âiâm talking to you!â
finally, he turns to face me, expression still harsh; not giving away anything that he truly wants to say. for some strange reason, he seems to hold back, restraining his mouth from acting out ahead of his mind, this unexpected, especially considering just minutes ago he hadnât restricted himself from making particularly rash decisions, the smear of blood on his knuckle concrete proof of this.
âwhat, are you deaf, hm? my words not registering up there? iâm speaking to you, answer me!â i know exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make him crack, and, once again, i do so with some success. he briefly hesitates, letting out a heavy sigh, seemingly reaching his breaking point as his mouth opens, ready to pour out the thousands of emotions he has kept in thus far.
âsome fucking break this is.â he mutters, shaking his head slowly, his hand clutching the car keys with such strength his knuckles begin to turn white. âi say that we need some space and then catch you with some random guyâs tongue down your fucking throat. really seems like you missed me.â
not waiting for me to respond, he opens the car door, climbing into the driverâs seat hurriedly. i donât know what compels me to follow him, perhaps it is my desire to find answers, possibly i am eager to continue this argument, or maybe i just missed him: his voice, his presence, everything about him somehow being exactly what i need. whatever it is, i am far too lost within him to care, my body acting ahead of my mind as i enter the passenger side, tomâs eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he doesnât object though, clearly needing me as much as i do him, a brief look of relief taking over his expression, silently wishing that i would give in since the argument began despite his initial standoffish-ness, thankful that i have.
âdonât act like youâre all fucking innocent! the only reason i did all that was because i saw you with that slut! you clearly donât love me anymore, not with the way you looked at her!â each word pierces him right in the chest, the daunting realisation of what he has done hitting him faster than ever. but it is the confession that i think his love for me has diminished that strikes him the most, his face softening when i utter those words. despite this, his voice is still harsh, volume meeting my own.
âdonât be ridiculous. you know she meant nothing.â he states, this apparently sufficient reassurance for his actions, the car silent for a moment as he starts it, hands on the steering wheel. i donât know where he is going, far too frustrated to even care, wanting nothing more than to carry on this argument, in no position to let him off the hook.
âdo i?â i scoff, face harshly turning to him. âi donât see you for two weeks, and when i do, your hands are all up on some girl. the fuck am i supposed to do with that?â
his hands forcefully clutching the wheel, jaw clenched as he looks ahead, i know that he hears every word i say, processing them with ease, yet he stays quiet for a second, an uncomfortable silence in place of the harshness of my utterance, making the words ten times harder to digest. he knows that i am right, that it would be hypocritical for him to be mad at me right now, but that doesnât stop him from being angry. in fact, his stubbornness only increases despite the realisation that he is just as guilty as i am, if not more.
âwhat was i supposed to do, hm? i didnât have you, i just-â he trails off, a heavy sigh leaving his parted lips, head moving backwards to rest against the back of the seat, one hand coming upward to rest on the bridge of his nose. though the hesitation suggests otherwise, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he canât bring himself to utter the phrase, perhaps out of shame, or reluctance to admit how he truly feels. whatever it is that holds him back, i am no longer interested in his skepticism, wanting clear answers, not the mixed signals that i am receiving.
âwhat? you just what? stop being so fucking weird and just talk.â i order, turning in his direction, eyes burning into his features regardless of his hesitance to do so, strangely scared to look in my eyes.
âfuckâŚâ he begins, exhaling shakily, almost preparing himself for the effect that his words are bound to have. âi missed you, okay? i missed you, and i didnât know what else to fucking do.â
âdonât be stupid. i know thatâs bullshit, and so do you. be honest with me, have you fucked someone else? since we went on whatever you want to call this weird distance between us.â i know that i shouldnât have asked such a stupid question, the answer bound to disappoint me. for some strange reason, i want to hear him say the words, to make me realise that iâm not as important to him as i thought, that in reality, he can find someone prettier within a heartbeat. because the false hope that i continue to hold onto doesnât seem to fade, even after watching him with his hands all over another girl.
âof course i fucking havenât.â he scoffs, shaking his head as his face twists in anger, shocked that i would even ask such a question, the thought completely unheard of, apparently. âwhat, you really think i care that little? your expectations of me really that low?â
âyou expect them to be high after i see you acting like that with her? youâre unbelievable.â i state, briefly looking over at him, his eyes fixated on the road, though i notice the quick glances he throws my way, assessing my expression, not giving the impression that he is going to apologise anytime soon.
âyou know what? pull over, this was a mistake. we shouldâve just stayed away from each other.â i say, turning to look at him, my hand moving to the door handle, desperate to get out of the situation, soon realising that we are never going to come to a solution, instead the back and fourth of our arguing will only continue until it becomes out of hand, unless i put a stop to it now.
he refuses to stop, the pressure his foot applies to the gas only seeming to increase, the speed of the car getting faster, making it pretty clear that he doesnât plan on letting me leave.
âiâm not letting you go, not when itâs this dark out. you should know that i care about you too much to do that. i want to talk about this.â he replies, his voice assertive yet calm, the desperation behind it more evident than ever. the surroundings soon become familiar, having travelled along this road thousands of times, it would be impossible to not recognise it. countless times i had seen the same houses, same trees, same buildings either side of the road, each small detail reminding me of how much i had become used to this area, able to distinguish it much easier than i realise. the familiar house comes into view, itâs four walls holding more memories than any place i had ever been. thousands of nights of passion, mornings of lazy affection, afternoons spent simply enjoying each otherâs company spent here, each one unforgettable - to me, at least.
but the comfort it brings me isnât enough to make me forget about the situation, instead it makes me resent it even more. âwhy am i here? you want to ridicule me even more, yell at me for kissing that guy some more, rub it in my face that you had your hands on her-â
âyouâre here because i want to you be. please can we talk about this? instead of being so fucking stubborn, just let me talk, for once.â he interrupts, confessing his feelings as they spill freely from his lips, eyes finally brave enough to look into my own.
âwhy should i?â i scoff, stepping out of the car as he does the same, hurriedly catching up to me, my steps towards the front door heavy and fast. his hands fumble with the keys, swiftly unlocking the door and opening it for me to step inside, all whilst i continue to ramble on, a mix of upset and anger sounding from my lips. âyou have your hands all over her, and when i do the same thing, you donât like it? and then you say you did it because you miss me? youâre the most frustrating person iâve ever met, you know that? nothing is ever simple with you. you mess with my fucking head, and you donât even care! why? why do you have to make me so-â
as much as i want to continue the sudden burst of rage, eager to show tom the frustration i feel right now, my words are abruptly cut off by a soft pair of lips, the harshness of them mirroring the venom within my tone, silencing my rushed speech in a way too tempting for me to dream of refusing. without thinking, i quickly kiss back, soon reflecting the hunger that tom displays as his lips move against mine, hands moving to my waist to pull me closer, my own behind his neck, his black braids tangled between my fingers.
âyou drive me fucking crazy, you know that?â he breathes out between kisses, my mind too lost within the moment to even respond, his words barely registering. âso stubborn, but fuck, i need you, canât live without you...â
i moan against his lips in response, deciding that actions speak far louder than words, channeling all the built up frustration into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth, my own entering his. the process of his arms hoisting me upwards, legs wrapping around his torso roughly and walking sloppily into the living room, our lips never parting is all a blur, my back ending up flat against the couch, tomâs body situated in between my legs, hovering over me. it didnât matter that five minutes ago i couldâve punched his face. truthfully, i could do the same right now. however i decide to exercise my anger in the most pleasurable way possible, figuring that if he is trying to apologise, this is a pretty damn good way of earning my forgiveness - the silent promise of feeling him inside me meaning iâd probably accept whatever half-hearted attempt he put together to make amends, if it meant that we could get to the point faster.
my hair is disheveled, lipstick smudged, traces of the deep red now present on tomâs lips, proving just how desperate the both of us are - whether i am willing to admit it or not. his hand travels upwards, fingers grazing the soft skin covered by my hair, eventually making contact with the zipper of my dress and carefully tugging it downwards, despite his kisses being anything but. it is so wrong, knowing that he has entertained someone else not even an hour ago and he is touching me now, but it feels so right, against all of my morals, every part of me willing to make my body his and his only. my mind silently thanks whatever higher presence up there for gracing me with tom, though the things that we are doing forbid us from ever reaching heaven, not that it matters, because the feeling of his lips against mine is pretty damn close to it.
âfuck- i love you so much baby, so muchâŚâ he trails off, pulling away momentarily to allow his hands to take my dress, sliding the material down my body, exposing it all inch by inch until the soft cotton is bunched at my knees. his lips are curved into a small smirk, so subtle it is almost unnoticeable, though once his eyes flick between my face and now bare figure, i know that it is real - his being in some sort of trance as it rests above me, giving away his silent admiration. eyes twinkling as they take in my curves, perfectly defined, adorned with smooth skin, begging to be touched by his calloused hands which now reach outwards from his sides, giving into the temptation.
he is careful, despite the look on his face suggesting that he wants to be everything but. he desperately tries to hold on to the gentleness, hesitant to spoil moment of passionate bliss that resumes as his hands continue to run along my stomach, moving further and further upward. but deep down, he wants to ruin me, to give up the sweet act that he is putting on, and i want it just as bad - each second that he continues to be tender, his actions restricted and mild, slowly tortures me.
âwhy are you holding back?â i breathe out, eyes locked on his hands as they finally make contact with my breasts, moulding the flesh into his palms. i can sense the way he pauses slightly, refraining from applying any pressure, instead maintaining his steady movements, gaze locked on my breasts as he drinks in the view, mesmerised by the sight as if he hadnât seen it a hundred times over.
âwe donât have to rush, i want to be gentle-â he speaks, voice slow and soft, though i have passed the point of caring about taking our time, the concept of it long gone. because i could spend an eternity like this, completely connected with him, and it still wouldnât be enough.
âbe gentle tomorrow.â i interrupt him, eyes flickering to his lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them against my own once again, tired of his accidental teasing.
his eyes meet my own, the lust within them taking over, my words barely considered as he acknowledges them immediately, capturing my lips in a kiss. it is rough, lacking that hesitance he showed moments ago, because now he has my permission, he no longer cares about being gentle, able to act out on his desires the way he needs to.
with a simple tug, he takes down his jeans, discarding the denim somewhere on the floor, far too focused on my exposed body in front of him to care where. if his demeanour didnât give away his desperation, the bulge in his boxers said enough, his length brushing against my leg through the material as his head dips downward once again, reconnecting our lips in another heated kiss. i shift my hips slightly, mouth falling open once his dick brushes against my clit through my panties, the sensation, though only slight, enough to restrain my ability to kiss back.
he quickly senses this, hands moving to my panties, fingers hooking under the material, slowly raking them downwards, letting the lace pool at my feet. his arms lift upwards once my fingers make contact with the hem of his t-shirt, making it easier for me to remove the heavy fabric. i sit upwards, face inches away from his own, lips ghosting over each otherâs whilst i pull the t-shirt upwards and over his head, releasing it onto the floor.
within seconds, his boxers are lost somewhere on the floor, joining the piles of clothes scattered around the room. his dick presses against his lower abdomen, the sight only making the aching between my thighs intensify, just about ready to get on my knees and beg, if he doesnât put me out of my misery in the next few seconds.
and he does - just not in the way that i want him to. instead, his lips move downward at an agonisingly slow pace, eyes never leaving my own, even when he begins to place open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, his teeth grazing over the skin ever so slightly, though the sensation is enough for small whines to leave my lips, hands reaching for his head, fingers running over the rough bumps of his braids.
âshit- youâre so beautiful, so pretty schatzâŚâ he praises between kisses, hands coming upward to pry my legs apart as they instinctively clench together at the pleasure. if it werenât for his body in between them, they probably wouldâve closed completely, not that tom would ever complain about being in such a position - especially not now when he had been without it for so long.
âpleaseâŚâ i whine, back arching slightly off of the couch, his teasing movements no longer enough. i need one thing, and he knows exactly what that is, his desires mirroring my own.
âshhhh. i know baby, i know.â he coos, head finally moving from my stomach as his whole body shifts upward, his forehead now resting against my own, lips placing small kisses all over my face, attempting to distract me from the feeling of his tip aligning with my entrance. he is foolish to think that anything could divert my attention from this sensation - i have been waiting for it for so long that it is the only thing on my mind, mouth falling open once it finally becomes a reality.
his lips curve into a smug smile at my reaction, watching the way my face contorts when he pushes inside of me, his length stretching out my walls as they clench around him. my mind is hazy, tuning out everything else around me, nothing else seeming to matter once i have gotten what i want. sure, thirty minutes ago i resented him, wanting nothing more than to hurl words of irritation at him until my throat turned hoarse, but it seems that iâll be reaching the same conclusion anyways - the way his cock slowly thrusts in and out of me eliciting moans from me that are bound to leave my vocal chords sore. this doesnât stop me from vocalising my pleasure though, inaudible whines not far from screams leaving my parted lips once he speeds up his pace a little.
âthatâs it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds. show me how much you missed me, mhm?â he grunts, his own mouth hanging open a little as his hips continue to grind against my own, knowing exactly how to move, paying close attention to when my noises would become particularly loud, angling himself to elicit those same sounds from my lips, eyes squeezing shut whenever i do so.
somehow he hadnât reprimanded me for when i would squirm a little, back arching ever so slightly, legs closing tighter and tighter around him. instead, his eyebrows would furrow when i do so, my movements drawing him deeper inside of me, so deep that i swear i can feel him in my stomach. even if he had scolded me, reminding me to be good, to behave myself as this is what i wanted, he knows that his words wonât stop me from acting out, especially when i know he is too lost in his own pleasure to even consider halting his movements - my climax guaranteed regardless of how much i irritate him so, why not misbehave a little?
âfuck- stay still.â he finally orders once i squeeze my legs around his waist one too many times, my hips lifting instinctively from the couch. his hands firmly place them downwards, fingers digging into the skin ever so slightly, providing just the right amount of pain to make me go close to insane, a moaning mess beneath him. he starts to circle his hips swiftly, his dick moving in and out of me at a different angle, and god, thatâs all it takes. that is all i need for my mouth to fall open in a silent scream, quickly acknowledging that his tip no longer brushes weakly against that sensitive spot inside me, it hits the flesh directly.
if i had the ability to speak, i would be encouraging, no, begging him to carry on, to keep his movements going, his cock hitting every spot inside of me that causes me to moan that little bit louder, legs to squeeze around him just a little tighter. but he is perfectly aware of the effect he has on me, knowing the reaction that he elicits out of me is one of unmatched bliss, so he keeps going, much to my relief. through the small part of my vision that isnât overtaken by the tears that soon begin to cover my eyes, i study tomâs face, his expression causing the already prominent knot in my stomach to tighten even further.
if the pleasure he brings me isnât enough, the evidence of his own tips me over the edge - his eyebrows knitted together, sweat lining his forehead as he moves in and out of me, mouth open with his tongue occasionally swiping across his bottom lip. he stays relatively quiet, though i know exactly how to elicit small sounds out of him, noticing the way deep groans sound from the back of his throat when i clench around him, almost inaudible words of encouragement that follow his moans prompting me to repeat my actions, noticing the way he twitches inside me as i do so.
âgonna cum, câmon baby, cum with me.â he prompts, bending downwards to plant quick kisses onto my lips, his thrusts now slow and deep, pushing me over the edge as i manage to nod my head, hands reaching to clutch his biceps. my nails dig into the skin once i feel his hot cum shoot inside of me, an elongated âohhhhâ leaving his lips as he throws his head backward, hips lazily rocking back and forth at an irregular pace, one final thrust being all it takes for the knot in my stomach to quickly unravel.
my eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan escapes it, back lifting upward off of the couch once his pointer finger reaches to make contact with my clit, rubbing slow circles over it as my release washes over me. he continues to move in and out of me, fucking his seed further into me, his heavy breathing sounding through the silent room. he collapses on top of me, not bothering to pull out just yet, instead using the little energy he has left to softly run his fingers up and down my arm in an attempt to slow my rapid breathing, taking notice of the way my entire body trembles slightly.
âyou okay schatz?â he mutters, his low voice vibrating against my bare skin, lips inches away from my breasts as his head rests in between them, placing a lazy kiss there. i mutter a small âmhmâ, noticing the strain that the small utterance places on my throat, silently cursing myself for being so vocal, though deep down i know that i donât really regret it, the sex warranting every sound i let spill from my lips.
âyou still angry?â he asks, the soft smile that graces upon his lips telling me that he knows the answer to his question before i even open my mouth. he chuckles lowly, squeezing my waist and moving closer, intertwining our legs together, our bodies tangled as we lay on the couch.
âdepends if you plan on touching someone like you did that girl again.â i shrug, honestly still a little frustrated at what i had witnessed, the thought making me seethe with jealousy. even after i had tom inside of me just moments ago, the small amount of satisfaction it brings me isnât enough, wishing that i could somehow go back in time and stop the entire thing from ever happening, realising that my life would be better without knowing he had entertained someone else, even for a few minutes.
âwhat girl?â he grins, beginning to place sloppy kisses on my neck, hands running up and down my waist. he knows exactly what i am talking about, continuing to sweet talk me, all whilst his lips continue to work against my neck, tongue running soothingly over the skin after his teeth nip against it. âthe only girl i want to touch is you, baby.â
âyou know what girl.â i breathe out, trying to continue the conversation, my head tilting backwards to give him more access, failing miserably to maintain my composure as his kisses hold me under his trance, getting me just as worked up as i had been ten minutes ago, before he had pleasured me.
âhmm, i donât care about her.â he mutters against me, his voice vibrating above my chest, sending chills through my body, the feeling soon soothed when he moves on top of me once again, trailing the suggestive kisses lower and lower, hovering just above my breasts. his eyes are half-lidded, filled with tired lust as they peer innocently at me, the intent behind them crystal clear as they darken just before his mouth opens, his voice low. âwhy would i? just want you beautiful. need you all to myselfâŚâ
tired moans leave his lips as they continue to work against me, leaving no part untouched, his kisses becoming slow and sloppy. though he doesnât show any intention of stopping, muttering small compliments in between kisses. âso beautiful.â he mumbles, taking the skin between my breasts and slowly sucking on it, teeth digging in momentarily, soon pulling away once he is satisfied with the small bruise left in place of his soft lips. âlove you so much.â he whispers just before his tongue swipes over an existing mark, head tilting to the side to press open-mouthed kisses just below it. âshit- so fucking perfect.â he mutters, lips hovering above my breast for a few seconds, breath fanning over it, watching the way my chest falls up and down, anticipating his touch. âmeine schatz, all yours.â he murmurs, taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, his free hand kneading the flesh of my thigh, slowly continuing to work against me, noticing the way my whines become lazy and restricted.
he looks upward briefly, my own eyes on the verge of closing, completely exhausted, entire body aching as it manages to calm down, no longer trembling the way it was moments ago. his hands reach upwards, fingers threading through my hair, removing any knots within it. his own eyes struggle to stay open, yet he forces them to, holding back on falling asleep until he knows that i have, instead resuming his fingersâ slow movements through my hair, paying close attention to my breathing pattern, humming in satisfaction once it becomes slow and shallow, signalling that i have finally let exhaustion take over. even when he falls asleep, he refuses to reduce his hold on me, bodies tangled together as we are finally at peace, belonging to each other once again.
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'Miss Me?'- Geto Suguru
| The reader encounters mafia boss Geto who takes her into his home after an altercation. Despite Geto being a busy man, The two slowly fall in love as Geto develops a soft spot for her. |
Cw: Mafia Boss!Geto, black reader, heavy ddlg themes, a brief murder scene, pet names (princess, bun, bubs, sweetheart), praise, degradation, dirty talk, dry humping, scratching, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), missionary position, size difference, lots of fluids, !omorashi! (reader pees on Geto accidentally during sex đŤŁ), spitting (he spits in her mouth), begging, crying, pussy drunk Geto, Geto whining and whimpering a few times, reader calls him daddy a lot, Geto is filthy, etc.
word count : shorter than my usual fics đ
sn : I wrote this fic for fun bc I was inspired and decided to post 𼚠thereâs lots of cute moments and plot in this fic despite the wild smut đ read at ur own discretion đ¤˛ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝
Days became weeks as you waited for your boyfriend to come back home. You knew he was a busy man though and you always tried to be a good girl and be patient but you were growing restless. You were so attached to him and him being gone was starting to get to you. It also didnât help that he lived a dangerous lifestyle so whenever you hadnât heard from him in awhile you always assumed the worst.
Geto Suguru; your daddy, was the top mafia boss in central Japan. He was feared by all and everyone knew his name. Those who knew of him also knew of you and they knew to tread lightly around you unless they had a death wish. Geto was a very scary man, killing people without a second thought. He terrified you when the two of you first encountered but you somehow ended up being his biggest soft spot. His sweet girl that heâd die for in a heartbeat.
It all started when he stormed into your workplace a few years back. You were working at a small restaurant at that time, a mere server. You were just like any other employee, working for money to get by. The restaurant you worked at was a little off putting and it appeared that your manager was suspicious but you never thought much of it until Geto and his men barged in and got into a shootout with your boss.
âFucking prick. You thought you could take money from me?. Now Iâm going to take your pathetic life.â Geto said before he shot your manager right in the head. You screamed as the blood splattered on you from where you hid under one of the tables with a co-worker of yours. In that moment you thought you were gonna die too. All because you decided to work at some shitty restaurant.
âYo boss, what should we do with the mutts?â A blonde haired guy asked as he grabbed you roughly. His hand gripped your face in a bruising grip as he held you up off the floor like you weighed nothing. You cried in pain and fear as you clawed at his hands for him to release you. Your co-worker was being held by her hair by an intimidating woman with brown hair.
The guy referred to as âbossâ observed you with a tilt of his head. You shivered under his deadly gaze, fear taking over you completely. He had the kind of aura that instantly made you want to submit to him in fear of what heâd do to you if he didnât. He was dressed in a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some black slacks. His raven colored hair was tied up in a bun with a few strands left out.
âSpeak.â was all the man said to you and you were dumbfounded. Your doe eyes stared at him as you processed what he was asking of you. He was giving you a chance to plead your case. âI-I..please donât kill me! I havenât done anything wrong, Iâll forget about all of this! Just please let me go..â you begged as you cried. Geto rubbed the butt of his gun against his chin as he contemplated your pleas.
He then told your co-worker to speak as well but you guess they had the wrong response because he told the woman to kill her before your co-worker could even finish speaking. You flinched at the loud gunshot and sobbed as you closed your eyes. âClean her up and let her go.â The man stated, pointing at you before walking away. The blonde groaned in annoyance and dropped you.
âWhy do I always have to babysit?â He muttered as he led you out of the restaurant. He brought you to a secluded very expensive beautiful home that you later found out the âbossâ man owned. The maid servants there got you cleaned up and even fed you which you were grateful for. âAlright mutt, where do you live so I can get rid of you now?â The blonde questioned you once you were settled.
You stayed silent, just staring at him. You decided not to speak because you were afraid but also because you truly had no place to go to. The place you slept at was the little apartment that resided above the restaurant and was given to you by your manager. Now that the restaurant building had been torn apart though, you were essentially homeless. âSilent treatment, huh?â He chuckled. âWell you can be quiet all you want but boss wonât spare you again if you donât comply.â He warned you.
You chewed on your bottom lip as you debated your response, âI have nowhere to go..â you told him honestly. He sighed hearing that, running a hand down his face in irritation. âYou shouldâve just died then instead of begging to live.â He tsked while shaking his head. Those words hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. âBoss will figure out what to do with you.â He said and left you be.
Gojo talked with Geto about you and your circumstance and it was oddly decided that youâd stay in Getoâs house until you found your own place. This arrangement only worked because Geto was never home. It took you awhile to realize that. In the beginnings of living with him, you avoided the scary man like he was the plague. But when you began to notice his frequent disappearances or his late arrivals in the middle of the night it piqued your curiosity.
You found out through the maids what his name was. âThe boss is the most dangerous man in Japan. Youâre lucky he let you survive sweetie because he doesnât do that unless he sees something in a person.â Your favorite maid; Maya, told you as you ate breakfast. âWhatâs his name? Iâve never had a conversation with him to ask..â you asked once you realized you truly had never conversed with the man. âGeto Suguru. Mr.Suguru. Donât refer to him by his name though or you might end up dead.â She informed you.
You nodded in understanding as you memorized his name but not too much so you wouldnât say it even on accident. The first real interaction you had with Geto was when he came home one night to find you fast asleep on his couch. You woke up to him standing over you and you screamed as you sat up. He was completely unphased and not startled at all by your scream which was even more unsettling. âThey just left you here? No one took you to your bedroom?â He asked you.
You shook your head, âno..i chose to sleep here so itâs not their responsibility..â you replied softly. âWhy did you choose to sleep here though? Arenât you uncomfy?â He continued. You didnât understand why he was so concerned with you sleeping on the couch. âIâm not uncomfy, I fell asleep because I got really cozy earlier. Do you want me to not sleep here? Iâm sorry if I wasnât allowed to.â You began to ramble as you stood up, tripping over your feet a little.
âNo no, you can do whatever you want.â He told you, and even he seemed a little surprised by his words. âOh!..okay.â You were surprised at him being so lenient and nice since youâd only heard the bad things about him but you appreciated his kindness. âHave you eaten?â He asked. You nodded, âmhm! Maya made my favorite pancakes earlier, the ones with strawberries and whipped cream on top!â You told him excitedly as you smiled at the memory.
Despite Geto thinking you looked adorable as fuck at the moment, he frowned. âPancakes for dinner?. Thatâs not good. You shouldnât eat sweets so late. Iâll tell Maya to not make them any time after 3pm.â He said and your eyes widened. âB-But theyâre my favorite!â You pouted. âand I said no sweets for dinner. Understood?.â The tone he used now sent a shiver down your spine. âYes sir..â you complied, knowing that he meant what he said.
âGood girl.â The words slipped out before he could even think. You blushed hearing them, not used to such praise. He cleared his throat, âIts late. Go sleep some more, in your bed this time.â He told you. You had no complaints since you were still sleepy. âOkay, goodnight sugu- I mean! sir!â You quickly corrected yourself before you rushed off to your bedroom. Geto heard you about to say his name and oddly enough he didnât mind it. He found your little panic cute though.
That was the last time you and Geto had spoken for awhile since he had gotten busy again after that interaction. Little did you know though, Geto constantly kept tabs on you. He was always asking gojo and his house staff about you and how you were doing. He didnât appear to care much on the outside but he did have a little concern over you. The next time the two of you spoke was a lot less casual.
You had gotten hurt because you fell off a chair while trying to stand on it to reach something. Surprisingly to everyone; Geto rushed home to check on you after hearing the news of your sprained ankle. âAre you okay? Does it hurt a lot?â He asked you as he sat down with you and grabbed your leg to inspect your ankle. You nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed from the fall. âIt hurts a lot.â You hiccuped.
Geto frowned, âYou need to be more careful. Donât ever climb something like that again. Understood?â He told you. âY-Yes sirâ you sniffled with a pout. âBoss sheâs just being dramatic, itâs just sore. Sheâll walk it off in a few days.â Gojo dismissed the whole thing. You were getting tired of him and his harsh comments. You glared at him which didnât phase him at all because your glare looked more like puppy dog eyes. You then took it upon yourself to throw a pillow at his face which caught him off guard.
âMeanieâ you huffed as you crossed your arms. Everyone in the staff witnessed this and couldnât help but laugh, stifling their laughter behind their hands. Even Geto was holding back a laugh as he bit down on his lip. Geto rarely ever smiled or laughed so that left Gojo flabbergasted seeing his boss so amused. âThis is some bullshit. Iâm tired of this little girl boss.â Gojo expressed, irritated. âIâm tired of you too! ugly face! You should cover all of it, not just your eyes!â You spat back.
âYouâre childish and a waste of time. Pesky little girl.â Gojo insulted you back. âand youâre a big meanie! Mean people are ugly! You should be firedâ You huffed. Geto chuckled at the two of you, âYou think I should fire him, sweet girl?â Geto hummed with amusement as he gently caressed your ankle. You nodded, âmhm! he isnât good at his job.â You stated. Gojo was dumbfounded that his boss was even entertaining you. âHm, well since you say so I might just consider it.â Geto chuckled.
Gojoâs eyes widened, âBoss..â he trailed off. âGo somewhere and make yourself useful. Now.â Geto told Gojo as he looked at him with a deadly stare. âYes sir!â He quickly complied before rushing off. Geto wasnât actually going to fire Gojo, he could never get rid of his best man. But, he knew Gojo was being unkind to you and he wasnât going to let that slide. âCome on, letâs get you in bed. No more walking for you, okay?. If I find out you got up on this foot, youâre gonna be in big trouble. Understood?â Geto said to you as he picked you up.
You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly picked you up. âYes s-â you started but he cut you off. âDonât call me sir. Youâre not one of my staff so you donât have to call me that.â He said as he carried you upstairs. âOh..what should I call you then..?â You asked shyly as your fingers played with the collar of Getoâs shirt. âYou can call me by my name if youâd like.â He hummed. âI heard it was bad to say your name though..â you uttered.
âYeah? Well Iâm the boss and I said you can. Everyone in this house obeys me and me only. So what I say stands.â He said as he looked into your eyes. âO-Okay..Suguru~â You mumbled shyly. He grinned, âGood girl.â He praised as he gave your thighs a light squeeze. You blushed deeply, completely flustered as you hid your face in his neck. From then on, you and Geto developed a close relationship.
Everyone couldnât believe that Geto allowed you to freely say his name. They also were stunned at seeing their cruel boss being sweet to someone for once. The moment the relationship between the two of you turned into something more intimate was when you caught a cold and got sick. Geto was away when he heard the news and he ordered that youâd stay in his bedroom and sleep there until he got back.
The staff took great care of you as they awaited Getoâs arrival. âSweetheart~â Geto called out softly once he finally got back home after a long day. You were curled up in the center of his bed looking so adorable and also really sick. âGeto..â you whined as your eyes slowly opened to see him approaching you. âAwh, baby got sick. Do you feel a little better now? I told my staff to give you the best care.â He cooed as he placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.
You nodded slowly, âmhm, I feel a little better. The staff are really nice to me, even gojo was nice this time.â You told him with a small smile. He chuckled, âThatâs good to hear, bun.â He hummed as he admired you fondly. âMissed you..â you muttered out as your small hand moved to hold his. Geto felt his heart swell hearing that. âYou did?. I missed you too sweet girl. More than you know.â He said honestly as he caressed your hand with his thumb.
âCome on, letâs give you a bath so we can get rid of those germs.â He said as he picked you up and began carrying you to his bathroom. You snuggled into his hold, curious eyes looking around since this was your first time in Getoâs bedroom. It was told to you that no one was ever allowed in Getoâs room so you felt special at the moment. Reality hit you once Geto had the bath all set and he began to look at you expectedly. âI-I..urm..â you stuttered out shyly as you grew flustered.
âWant me to cover my eyes?â He asked you. âYes please!â You didnât hesitate to say. Geto was amused at how adorably shy you were but he understood your wishes so he covered his eyes. You then took your clothes off before slipping into the warm bubble bath. You let out a sigh of contentment as you relaxed fully. âYou can uncover them now.â You told him. Geto hadnât had anyone tell him what to do in awhile and the fact that it was a cute thing like you of all people made him feel soft, but in the best way possible.
Geto was deeply unprepared for the sight of you naked in his bathtub. He couldnât see much due to all the bubbles covering you up, but it sure did have his imagination running rampant. Geto stood there just staring at you for longer than he intended to until you snapped him out of his filthy thoughts. âGeto?â You called out. âSorry bubs. Got lost in thought.â He cleared his throat. Geto then rolled up his sleeves and began washing you up. You melted into his soothing touch as he gently cleaned you up with care.
Geto tried to keep his thoughts as pure as possible as his hands felt all of your curves and dips. He let you dry yourself off once the bath finished and told you to go wear something from his closet while he drained the tub. You were in awe as you looked around his big fancy walk in closet. Everything in it was so âmanlyâ and you loved it. You settled for one of his white button up shirts and climbed back into his bed once you were dressed.
You put a show on Getoâs tv as you waited for him to get out of the shower. He had his hair down when he came out dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. You gawked at the sight of him and his pretty hair, âYour hair is really pretty.â You complimented him honestly. âAw, thanks bun.â He chuckled as he tied his hair up in a half up half down style. âWhy donât you wear it down more often?â You asked him as you watched him climb into bed beside you. âToo much of a hassle. It gets in the way, you know?â He explained.
You nodded in understanding. âWell I think I like it most when your hair is downâ you declared with a smile. âIs that so?â He chuckled. âI should wear down more often then, just for you.â He mused and you giggled. âIâd like that~â you grinned. The two of you got comfy in bed and talked until you fell asleep. You somehow ended up falling asleep on top of Geto, not that he minded at all. He wrapped his strong arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.
Geto constantly felt the urge to kiss those pretty plump lips of yours but he fought against it. He didnât want to make you uncomfortable. You felt so warm and safe in Getoâs hold, it was the best sleep youâd had in awhile. You woke up the next morning to some rustling around. âSugu?â You called out sleepily as you rubbed your eyes. âGo back to sleep bubs, itâs early and you need to rest.â He told you softly. âBut where are you going?â You asked as your eyes finally cleared up to see him getting dressed.
You let out a soft gasp seeing that he was shirtless. He had on dress pants that were unbuttoned still, allowing you to see his briefs and a glimpse of his dick imprint. His hair was also down, falling over his shoulders as he got ready. You peeked shamelessly at him from above the blankets. You quickly hid your eager eyes once he directed his attention on you though. âWhy are you hiding bun? You can stare at me if you want.â Geto chuckled as he walked over to the bed.
Geto then climbed over top of you, hovering over you as he pulled the blankets away from your eyes. âYou feeling better?â He asked you. âmhm, are you leaving again?â You asked him. âGot some business I need to handle sweetheart.â He told you as he cupped the side of your face. You pouted, âYouâre always leaving. Do you really have to go?â Your precious doe eyes almost made him fold. âI do really have to go but Iâll be back soon, I promiseâ he hummed.
âYouâre gonna be good for me until I get back, right?â He said as his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes seemingly fixed on your mouth. You were flustered, âY-Yes..Iâll be good.â You reassured. âGood girl, always so sweet for me.â He cooed. âGeto..â you whined. âWhat did I say to call me when weâre alone?â He questioned you. You knew your ears had to be red by now. âD-Daddy~â you muttered shyly, completely embarrassed.
It was a few weeks ago when Geto told you to address him as âdaddyâ but he never gave you an explicit reason why. âGood girlâ he said before he kissed you, making your eyes widen. The last thing you expected was for him to kiss you. You whined and tried to push him away, âDaddy no, âm sick.â You reminded him. âItâs okay bubs, daddy is strong. I wonât get sick.â He hummed and continued to kiss you. He kept alternating between full on eating your face and then pecking your lips repeatedly.
It seemed he really enjoyed kissing you. You enjoyed it just as much, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You let out cute little whines and mewls into the kisses that drove Geto crazy. âFuck..youâre gonna make daddy late princess.â Geto sighed as his trailed kisses down your neck. âDaddy should stay home with meâ You tried to persuade him as you ran your fingers through his hair. âI want to baby..trust me I do. But daddyâs work is very serious and Iâm the boss so I have to be there.â He explained.
His actions were betraying his words though because he moved to get underneath the covers with you, gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. âb-but ahââ your words got cut off due to a moan you let out once you felt Geto start to grind his hard cock against your cunt. âno buts. Daddy has to work in order to keep his princess safe.â He grunted as he rutted against you. He could feel how your cunt progressively got wetter, creating a wet spot on his briefs.
âshit..I wanna fuck your cute little cunt so bad, sweet girl.â He panted into your neck. You whined, back arching slightly as your hips pushed back against his. You attempted to match his pace but you were failing miserably. ân-nasty daddy.â You whimpered. The moment got terribly interrupted by an obnoxious knock at Getoâs bedroom door. âYo boss! Hurry up, we donât have time to waste! I know you didnât oversleep.â Gojo yelled from outside the door. Geto groaned in annoyance.
âIâm coming! shithead..â Geto yelled back. âsorry bun, daddyâs gotta go now.â He sighed and kissed your pouty lips. âWhen are you gonna be back?â You asked him as you watched him get up and finish getting dressed. âDonât know baby..but Iâll try to come back as soon as possible.â He said as he tied his hair up in its signature bun and tucked in his shirt. Geto didnât bother changing his pants and briefs despite your slick that was still seeped into them.
âBye sweetie.â He said as he kissed you one last time. âBye bye daddy~â you waved as you watched him leave. From that moment on you became Getoâs girl and he made sure everyone knew it too. The staff was unsurprised though because they noticed their boss grow a soft spot for you. Geto having to âtake care of businessâ is what had you sulking now in present time. Heâd been gone for almost a month now. Itâs the longest heâd been away in years.
You were lounging on the couch when you heard the door open and you rushed to see if it was Geto, only to see Gojo. âWell donât look so disappointed. Arenât I your second favorite person?â He teased as he laughed. âShut up. You couldâve stayed gone forever.â You huffed. âAw, hurts to hear you be so mean cutie. I taught you that?â He chuckled as he patted your head. You slapped his hand away since he was touching your fresh box braids.
âHow come youâre here and he isnât? Arenât you two attached by the hip?â You pouted. Gojo shrugged, âBoss said he had some other stuff to take care of, he should be here by tonight though.â He said. âReally?â You perked up excitedly. âYes really.â He chuckled. âYouâve been crying over him havenât you?â He teased. âNo I didnât..â you attempted to lie but it was obvious. âCrybaby. Geto isnât even that great.â He laughed. âYes he is!â You defended as you stomped your small foot.
Gojo cooed, âEveryday I realize more and more why boss likes you so much, youâre just so darn cute.â He smiled honestly as he pinched your cheeks. You squirmed and giggled, you were flattered since it was rare that Gojo complimented you. âSugu is gonna kill you for touching me.â You teased. âShh, donât tell him.â Gojo entertained your antics, though he knew those words somewhat rung true. Geto was serious about no one touching his princess.
âWanna know a secret?â He whispered suddenly and you eagerly nodded. You leaned in close, gojo leaning down to your height to tell you the discreet information. âGeto has been missing you a lot, Iâve never seen him so mushy and sappy before. He brought you up allll the time. He said he was gonna die if he didnât come back home to you soon.â Gojo whispered. Your eyes widened at the information, it made you happy to know that Geto missed you just as much as you missed him.
âSugu canât die though, Iâll be really sad.â You pouted. âDonât worry, boss is literally immortal somehow.â He laughed honestly. âOh! and heâs also been kinda a perv. heâd definitely kill me for telling you this..but he was super stressed you know? and then he kept going on about wanting to fuck you and feel your cunt squeezing him..it was hard to listen to.â He told you, seemingly cringing as he remembered his bossâs rambling. You blushed hearing the additional secret, getting shy as you hid your face in your hands.
âSugu likes to say icky stuff sometimes..â you muttered, flustered. âOh please donât act like you donât enjoy it.â He cackled as he teased you. You whined and pushed him away, âI do not!â you huffed in embarrassment. âMhm whatever you say princess.â He chuckled. âNow go make yourself busy, I have important things to do as well.â He hummed. âI didnât want to stay and talk to you anyways.â You giggled as you skipped away. âOuch, that one hurt.â He said as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart.
Since you knew your daddy was actually coming home tonight, you wanted to make yourself look pretty for him. You started off with doing your makeup. You decided to keep it simple so you did a simple eye look with cute pink hearts for decoration. You contemplated what to wear for awhile until you settled on a white silk dress with a bow in the back. You paired the dress with lacy thigh high socks. You were happy with your look as you twirled while looking at yourself in the mirror.
You sprayed on your favorite perfume and then kept yourself busy as you waited for Geto to get home. You did your usual hobbies of reading, drawing, and watching tv but you couldnât help the way your eyes constantly checked the clock. Your energy depleted the later the day got and by the time it was 10pm you were getting teary eyed. You got lost in how sad you were, fully prepared to sob that you didnât hear the door opening behind you. âMiss me?â
You suddenly heard Getoâs voice and you immediately perked up and looked to see him standing there with flowers and a box of chocolates in his hand. âSugu!â You cried as you ran and jumped into his arms. âoof, I donât remember you being this heavy babyâ he teased as he held you and kissed your forehead. âWhy are you crying bun?â He asked you softly as he carried you back to the couch. âI missed you, thought you werenât cominâ home today.â You sniffled.
âAwh, princess I couldnât wait to come back home to see you. I just got a little busy.â He hummed as he sat down on the couch with you on his lap. âI got you some treats thoughâ he smiled as he handed you the chocolates. You excitedly opened them up and began eating them immediately. He chuckled, âyou and that damn sweet tooth. Itâs too late to be eating sweets but since youâve been good you deserve it.â He cooed as he wiped the tears from your soft cheeks.
âYou look pretty bubsâ he complimented once he got a really good look at your whole ensemble. âwanted to look pretty fâr daddy.â You muffled around a piece of chocolate. âYou always look pretty, my pretty girl. So beautiful and all mineâ he flattered you and you giggled. âthank you daddyâ you said softly with a grin. A comfortable silence took over as Geto just admired you, content and happy to just be in your presence again. His hands caressing your thighs in a soothing motion.
You just sat there happy as ever, eating your chocolates without a single thought in your head. âI missed you so so much baby..â Geto suddenly sighed as he buried his face in your neck. âmm, you smell good sweetheartâ he breathed you in. You giggled, âthat ticklesâ you told him as you squirmed a little. He breathed out a small laugh, âsorry baby. Daddy just needs to feel you against him right now.â He muttered into your skin as he closed his eyes.
Your hands moved to play in Getoâs hair, running your fingers through it and scratching at his nape. He let out a faint moan in content at the feeling. You were happy to be pleasing him so much, feeling him completely relaxed against you. You took his hair tie out so his hair could be fully down just the way you liked it. âfeels so good baby..â he mumbled into your neck. You giggled, âI like making daddy feel goodâ you said honestly with pride.
You felt geto squeeze lightly at your hips after you said that. You began to tug at his hair as you played with it and you felt him tense up a bit. âdo you like it more when I pull it or when I scratch?â you asked him, completely innocent. You were truly just genuinely curious but you were oblivious to how you were affecting Geto. âboth feels great baby..â he sighed. âOkay~â you giggled. You then continued to do both happily until you felt Getoâs dick poking against your thigh.
âdaddyâŚyouâre hard..â you muttered out as you froze. âmm, daddyâs cock missed you and your sweet cunt bubs.â He said as he pulled you even closer so that you sat directly on top of his throbbing cock. You whined and squirmed. âyou gonna be a good princess for daddy and let him stuff your cute hole?â He hummed as he looked at you. âbecause daddy needs it..needs it really bad. You wanna make me feel good, donât you bun?â He continued as he began to kiss up your neck.
You nodded, âm-mhm, I wanna make you feel goodâ you breathed out softly. âGood girlâ He praised before he suddenly flipped you over onto your back on the couch. You gasped and didnât have much time to process before Geto was ripping your panties off. âso prettyâ he groaned as he spread your lips with his fingers to get a good look at your cunt. He then spit on your cunt and dragged his fingers through your slit. You whined, âf-filthy daddyâ you stuttered out as you tried to close your legs.
Geto was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to let out a sob. âDonât fucking close them or else youâre gonna get punished. Understood?â He threatened. This Geto reminded you a lot of his terrifying demeanor when you first met him and it had you spooked. But this time it had you scared in a good way. âY-Yes daddyâ you responded obediently, just like Geto liked. âGood, because daddy has zero patience right now and youâre gonna take whatever is given to you like a good slut.â He said as he lowered his face down in between your legs.
Geto rubbed circles into your clit, mixing his saliva in with your slick as he watched you squirm and kick your legs. You were always so sensitive and Geto loved it. He groaned at the taste of you as he ran his tongue along your pussy, your juices coating his tongue and driving him crazy. After that he was eating you out like a man starved. He gripped your thighs so tight to the point it hurt as his tongue lapped at your cunt repeatedly.
Usually Geto was more precise and took his time when he ate you out but he was too greedy for you to do that this time. Drool pooling from the corners of his mouth and onto your wet cunt as he ate you out sloppily. âsâ too much! d-daddy!â you squealed as you cried out and tugged at his hair. Your incessant tugging at his hair only fueled him on more as he sucked harshly at your clit. âtaste so fucking good baby, ugh daddy could eat you up all day.â He moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit.
âlove this sweet pussy so muchâ he muttered against your cunt as he kissed it with his drool and cum slicked lips. Geto slid his two fingers into you, spreading them and curling them inside you until you sobbed and scratched at his shoulders. âthere you go, falling apart so prettily for me sweetheartâ he cooed as he thrusted his fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit. âs-sugu! I-Iâm gonna-â you wailed before you squirted all over Getoâs hand and his face, soaking the couch underneath you.
Geto moaned at the sight, âmaking such a fucking mess, sensitive bitch always coming so damn quickâ he degraded and you whimpered. His fingers never ceased their movements, continuously fucking into you as gushed nonstop around his thick fingers. âTell daddy that youâre sorry for making a mess.â He demanded as he slapped your pussy three times. The wet smacks sounding throughout the living room as you cried and your back arched.
âI-Iâm sorry daddyâ you sniffled. âFor?â He prodded with a sadistic grin. âF-For making a big mess..â you continued as you looked at him with your big teary eyes. âGood girlâ he praised as he slurped up your juices filthily. He didnât want to waste a drop as he lapped up your mess while his fingers continued thrusting into your fluttering hole. âso fucking wet for meâ he sighed in satisfaction as he listened to the squelching of your cunt. âDaddyâs cock is gonna slide right in, hm?â He said and you instantly shook your head.
âsâ too bigâ you moaned out honestly. Geto chuckled, âyou can take it though. Your daddyâs big girl, right? made just for my cock.â He encouraged as he suckled at your clit before biting down on it. You cried out at the feeling, your hands attempting to push Getoâs head away. âhurtsâ daddyâ you whined. âstop that shit.â He tutted as he pushed your hands away. âyouâre acting like a spoiled whiny bitch. take whatâs given to you like a good whore or you wonât get to cum again.â He stated as his dark eyes looked up at you with that stern expression.
You pouted, lip quivering as tears fell down your cheeks. You nodded in response to him and he tsked in disapproval, his fingers stilling as they pressed against your sweet spot that had your legs trembling. âuse your words or Iâll stop right here.â He said as he looked at you expectantly. The next whine you let out sounded carnal, all high pitched and pathetic as you tried to move against his stilled fingers to feel any friction against that spot that craved it so desperately. ây-yes daddy! -ah please! please!â You sobbed.
âMy good girlâ he grinned, pleased with your begging as he began to move his fingers again. He gave you exactly what you wanted, his fingers abusing that sensitive spot that had your cunt spasming and dripping all over his hand. âWant you to cum again for daddy, you can do that right sweetie?â He requested as his fingers continued their assault on your fluttering pussy. You nodded, âm-mhm! baby can do that!â you moaned.
Your hips pressed back against Getoâs fingers, matching his pace as you desperately chased your second orgasm. âfuck..youâre filthy. So eager and willing to please. Just a cock hungry slut.â He groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers, your fluids seeping through the cracks of his fingers and running down his wrist. âO-Only for daddyâ you whined as you felt that knot build up in your stomach again. Your back arching and your nails digging into the couch cushions for dear life.
Once that seam burst Geto was quick to drink you up, tongue laid out and ready to taste your juices. He never got tired of tasting you, moaning into your pussy as he slurped up your new mess. You just laid there whining and twitching, already spent and stimulated. Geto was far from done with you though. âTapping out baby?â He chuckled as he saw your fucked out face, eyes already fluttered closed. You nodded slowly, ââm too sensitive daddyâ you whined softly.
âAwh, thatâs cute. I just got you all ready for my cock though sweet girl.â He cooed as he unbuckled his belt. That sound sent shivers down your spine. You whimpered and tried weakly to crawl away only for Geto to grab your legs and pull you right back. âAht aht, canât have that baby. Daddy waited too long to feel your pretty pussy around his cock.â He hummed as he finished undressing. His cock was throbbing and red at the tip, precum dripping down the sides of it.
You whined at the sight of it, your pussy clenching in need despite how overly stimulated you already were. A gasp left your throat when Geto began to rub his swollen tip through your slit. Your eyes rolling back and Geto groaning into your ear. âFucks sake..this pussy is gonna be the death of me..â he muttered as he panted against your dewy skin. He took off your dress so he could see you fully. You looked unreal underneath him, almost too beautiful for his eyes. âWhat did I ever do to deserve a beautiful woman like you..â
You blushed at his genuine words, âI love you daddyâ you told him with a smile. âI love you too little bunâ he smiled back and kissed you softly. That was the extent of softness you were gonna get for awhile because now that Geto had you all relaxed he started pushing his cock head into you, stretching out your tight cunt as you cried out and whimpered. Your nails dragged down Getoâs back leaving red trails as you felt his thick cock pushing into your poor sensitive cunt. Geto gritted his teeth, groaning carnally as he felt your sloppy soft walls mold around his dick.
Geto paused once he fully bottomed out, being kind enough to allow you to adjust. âTell me when..â he grunted out. He was like a wild animal waiting to be set loose and you had full control over him at the moment. Watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he breathed but also seeming as if he was holding his breath, the way his hands gripped your thighs so painfully tight to leave prints of his hands, the way his hair fell in his face as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed as if he wanted to eat you alive.
It only took a minute or so for you to adjust and you could see Geto getting antsy. Biting down on his lower lip and trying to stop himself from rutting and grinding into you, failing miserably at times. You let out a shaky breath and opened your mouth to tell him to start and as soon as you uttered the first syllable, he started to pound into you. He didnât waste a single second, not even letting you say the full word. You turned into a moaning screaming mess as Geto pounded into you mercilessly.
âmy fucking pussy, feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock princess.â He growled as he thrusted into you hard and fast, fucking you like it was the last time heâd ever get to. He started kissing and sucking on your tits as he fucked into you, leaving pretty red and purple marks as he panted and drooled against your brown skin. The head of his cock was beating your cervix up, hitting it hard each time he slammed into you. It hurt so bad in the best way possible. You were wailing, hiccuping and creaming around Getoâs dick.
âLittle pussyâs just eating my dick up -shit nghâfeel me all deep in your guts princess? pressing up against your womb?â He gritted as he watched the way his cock slammed in and out of your abused pussy over and over again. The little sputters of fluids your cunt released, forming a creamy ring around his dick and dripping down to his balls that were clapping against the cusp of your cute ass. âfuckk such a pretty fucktoy all for me..ugh ngh uhâ he moaned as his eyes rolled back slightly. He was getting lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock.
âDaddyâs gonna fill you up so much bun, have this cute tummy all full of my cumâ he moaned as he pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen making you squeal and your legs shake. You tried to push his hand away feebly because something didnât feel right. âw-wait! daddy!â You babbled out, sobbing as you shook your head. Geto didnât listen to any of it, grabbing your hands and using his free hand to pin them over top of your head. âI told you to stop that shitâ he growled as he continued to pound into you animalistically with his hand pressing harder against your abdomen.
âb-but Sugu!â You screamed but it was too late and you were crying and pissing all over Getoâs cock. âOh fuck..â he trailed off, watching in shock as he felt the warm liquid pour out and soak the coach and his cock. You were completely embarrassed, face flushed as you sniffed and sobbed. âshh shh, itâs okay baby -ah shit..â he tried to comfort you, moaning still because despite the piss his hips never ceased their movements. He was still fucking into you as if nothing happened. In his mind all it did was make his dick slide into you easier.
ân-nasty daddy..daddyâs -mfph nasty..â you whimpered with a hiccup. âlove this sweet cunt too much to stopâŚfuck you really pissed all over me..fucking filthy -uh mm filthy fucking little girlâ he groaned into your mouth as he kissed you and continued fucking your wet sloppy cunt. It was so wet now that his dick slipped out, making him lose his momentum but he didnât waste a second to slide right back in. âIt slides in so easy now bun, you should piss on me every timeâ he joked, chuckling breathily against your lips.
He slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you messily as the two of you fucked like rabbits. âOpen..â he muttered and you instantly obeyed, opening your mouth wide for him to spit onto your waiting tongue. You moaned at the lewd gesture, Geto licking into your mouth afterwards. âGood fucking girl.â He praised as he raised your legs up higher until you were completely folded up. Now fucking into you at deeper angle that had you seeing stars. You were so far gone now, just babbling and making pathetic noises with your eyes rolled back.
Geto was just as gone as you were. His hair damp and sticking to his sweaty form, cock throbbing and spurting precum into you, moaning and groaning nonstop as he used your cunt like his personal flesh toy, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, scratches and bite marks from you marking his skin. âThatâs right, just lay there and fucking take it. Just like youâre supposed to. Made just for my cock. Who owns you?â He was rambling now, completely pussy drunk as he obliterated your cunt with his thick cock.
ââm daddyâs girl..g-geto owns me..â you managed to stutter out, the words choked up in moans and sobs. âmhm, all fucking mine.â He huffed as his hand wrapped around your throat. âshittt daddyâs gonna cum baby ângh mfph..â he moaned, his pace somehow quickening as he felt his orgasm approaching. âGonna milk daddyâs cock? hm?â He panted and you nodded. ân-need it -ah uhn wanâ it daddyâ you whined out as you tried to fuck back against Getoâs cock. You couldnât match his pace at all but it drove Geto crazy to see you trying to fuck yourself on him.
âfucking hell..if you keep doing that Iâm gonna bust baby..â he mumbled, his words ending off in almost a whimper as his eyes fixated on the sight of you desperately trying to fuck him back. He even slowed his pace down just to accommodate yours. The two of you perfectly in sync while fucking each other. The position and the pacing made it so the head of his cock perfectly grinded up against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you whined out Getoâs name. âd-deeper daddy~â you begged and geto gladly obliged, shoving his cock deeper into your greedy hole.
âmm sâ feels so g-good daddy..â you whined breathily. Geto was the fucked out one now, groaning and whimpering as he let you fuck yourself on him. Cunt clenching around him just right and making him lose his mind. âcumân me -heh uhn please daddy..â you babbled as you rutted against Geto, twitching as your clit bumped against his abdomen. That was all it took for Geto to snap, moaning out as he came deep inside you. Rope after rope of his thick warm semen filling up your cunt that milked it all up.
âs-shitâŚâ geto whined pathetically into your neck as he came nonstop, his cum seeping out the sides of where his cock plugged you up. Your body trembled at the feeling, cumming soon after and adding to the huge mess of fluids as you creamed on Getoâs dick. The both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your climaxes. Getoâs heavy body laid on top of you, practically crushing you but you didnât mind it because he was so warm. You were trying your best not to fall unconscious, eyelids heavy and fighting to close.
âYou okay baby bun?â Geto asked you after awhile of comfortable silence. âmhm..â was all you could muster out. Geto was satisfied with the reply though, climbing off of you and pulling his cock out with a small hiss. He was just as sensitive as you now. He whistled once he got a good look of the mess that was made on the couch, âwell shit..Iâll just get the maids to clean it..â he muttered. Geto then got in between your legs and began to clean you up, eating the mixture of fluids out of your pussy.
He truly was filthy and you secretly loved it. You squirmed as he did it but you didnât have any more energy to stop him. Once he was satisfied with it he stopped and then moved to kiss you, spitting the frothy fluids into your mouth as the two of you kissed sloppily. You swallowed it and Geto smiled. âMissed you so much bubsâ he reminded once again before he began to affectionately peck all over your face.
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heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them togetherđđŠâ¤ď¸
I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of artđĽľđĽľđĽľ
Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk
I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONGđĽšđĽšđĽš
first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!
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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, heâs done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.
heâs taller than peter, and heâs not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and heâs got bigger biceps, peterâs spider-man and doesnât have the build this guy does.
and heâs got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. itâs like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, heâs been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.
in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, itâll work. heâs sure of it.
it doesnât. youâre unable to stand still, if he was projecting, heâd say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peterâs not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.
itâs like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. âhelp.â its all he needs.
peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, âhi, trouble.â you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. âhave you met tanner?â
he hasnât, and he really doesnât care to. it looks like tanner doesnât either, theyâre both sizing each other up. peterâs putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking heâs no competition, and peter canât help but feel the same.
still, he throws a hand out. âsup, man. iâm parker.â tanner shakes it, âsup.â peter holds his hand a bit too tight, heâs trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.
tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. âiâm her boyfriend.â
you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. âah, lucky man.â peter really doesnât like his face.
âyup. sure am.â you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldnât agree more. âwanna get a drink?â you nod quick, 'yes, please.'
your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.
'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.
'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.
'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.
'thanks, boyfriend.'
'that was a typo.'
you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'
the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'
'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'
peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'
'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'
sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.
this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.
'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'
'you keep talking about threats.'
'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'
'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'
you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'
peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.
'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'
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first podiums * aa23
itâs her first win in formula one as a female driver and her boyfriend canât be any happier for her
pairings: alex albon x reader!driver
notes: NOT in any way, shape, or form related to vettel reincarante calm ur horses.. i also sincerely apologise to all the anons sending in requests while i just keep posting logan shit đđ iâm genuinely trying my best please forgive me!!
also um⌠this is VERY like⌠so mediocre⌠iâm so sorry for this babygirl⌠i will post another fluff alex fic tomorrow i sweaRRR IâM BETTER THAN THIS
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you hadnât even realised youâd won the race. all the cheering your engineer and team principal had screamed into your ears through the radio hadnât fully registered. not until you drove into parc ferme and you were guided to the signage with the number one on it.
you couldnât even climb out of your car, until a figure towered over the halo, causing you to look up. the driver youâd held off for the better part of the last ten laps of the race greets you with a wide smile, gesturing for you to get out of the car and says something about celebrating.
once you climb out of you car, youâre immediately greeted with a tight hug and praises from the veteran driver.
âoh, you raced that so well! i couldnât find a way past you in those last laps,â max says to you, patting your helmet firmly. âyou deserve this. congrats.â
âthank you,â youâd answer him before he walks away to greet other drivers driving into parc ferme.
but you waste no time. you quickly run over to your team, held back by the barricades, and throw yourself into the sea of arms where they sing you praises and pat your back. itâs exhilarating to be on the receiving end after a long weekend.
itâs not been kind to you: starting the race in the midfield, only to fight your way up and be graced by a yellow flag to chase after max for that fight to your first win in formula one.
and being the first to do it other than max this season, itâs a good look for you and the team thatâs brought you here today.
you thought the hugs would never end when you tried to pull away but the only wrapped their arms around you tighter, until there was a pat on your shoulder. your feet touch the ground and youâre immediately twirled into another warm hug.
you had no idea who it was until you opened an eye to meet the bright blue race suit youâve known and loved the entire season. you had no confirmation until he spoke: âiâm so proud of you.â
"alex," you manage to squeak against his race suit, your helmet uncomfortably being held in alex's arms.
you can hear him giggle as he reaches beneath your helmet, unclipping the harness before he helps you to pull off your head. "hey, race winner! you were amazing out there!"
"how'd you get here so fast?" you laugh, looking around for his car.
"i finished p4 today," he smiles.
you throw your head back in a softer laugh, yanking off your balaclava. you tear away the hair tie that held your hair up, fluffing it out after it'd been stuck to your head for the better part of the past two hours.
"that's amazing, alex! that's a good race!"
"yours is even better! you won!" he beams. "speaking of that, i do have a surprise."
"what are you talking about?"
alex reaches for something behind him, probably held onto by somebody else. you try to move your head around his body to see what it is, but he's quick to counter your gaze by moving himself to where your eyes wander.
"congratulations," alex smiles, moving his hand between your bodies, presenting to you the biggest bouquet to flowers you've ever seen in your life. "these are for you. there will be more later after the podium."
"aren't we going to the nightclub with the guys after the podium and press?" you whisper, taking the flowers into your hands and taking a step towards him. "you guys have got that new race winner tradition, don't you? since you guys kinda run the grid now?â
"you're not much of a drinker - i'm sure they'll understand," alex shrugs with a small smile. "besides, would you rather spend the evening with tons of drunk losers, or just one sober loser - whom you're very much in love with?"
âi guess the latter does sound very romantic,â you smile sweetly, letting him pull you in with a hand on your waist. âyou are planning something romantic, right?â
âof course. itâs my babyâs first win in formula one,â alex smiles, leaning down with puckered lips.
you wrap a hand around his neck, reeling him in to connect your lips. the moment is so intimate that you almost donât notice the flashing lights that surround you.
but it doesnât go past alex. if he could have all the privacy in the world and do whatever he wants with you, he would. so, he does the one thing he thinks would help him avoid headlines and your pictures plastered everywhere in the morning.
he lifts his helmet to hide your face away from the cameras, allowing you to share whateverâs left of your intimate moment. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. âyouâre a race winner. when we get back home, we can make our trophies kiss.â
âthatâs cute. theyâre like our little kids,â you giggle, nudging his nose with yours. âiâll see you in the car after iâm done with everything? look cute, okay?â
being on the top of that podium step was more exhilarating than you could ever imagine. to hear the crowd chant your name, to listen to your national anthem being blasted for everyone to hear and to watch your loved ones huddled together in the crowd for you is a feeling youâll never be able to shake off.
in the far corner, you could see alex forcing logan to take a video of you, probably telling him off about which angle to hold the phone at to make you look flattering.
you almost burst into tears when you watched the rookie shove the phone back into your boyfriendâs hands and walk away, shaking his head in disappointment.
with every step you took in the paddocks thereafter, somebody is quick to stop you in your tracks. whether itâs for a picture, a short greeting for your performance, or just a hug. itâs all managed to make you feel a little overwhelmed.
and tired. because by the time alex managed to get you all to himself, itâs practically midnight and all the remaining energy had been squeezed out of you.
you werenât even able to make a friendly appearance at the nightclub that max had invited you out to. your boyfriend had to practically drag you out of your driverâs room before you passed out in there entirely.
here you are, in your hotel room surrounded by takeout and a pint of chocolate ice cream. your ipad is propped up by several pillows with a random youtube video playing in the room.
âlove,â alex hums, reaching out to pause the video. he rolls on his stomach, tapping your shoulder. âi hope you were able to enjoy your first win. i know youâre quite tired.â
of course, youâd been dozing off with the takeout box in your hand. but alex had put in so much effort in making his hotel room feel like a celebration after all your efforts throughout the evening that it would have felt rude â illegal, even â to politely decline from how drained you are.
âlove, of course, i enjoyed everything,â you smile, putting a hand on his cheek. you tilt your head and let your hair fall past your shoulders. âiâm sorry, i wish i had more energy to go out and do something. we could have gotten some drinks and celebrated with the guys.â
alex leans into your touch, closing his eyes momentarily. âi hope my simple setup didnât disappoint. i would have gotten us some wine, but ya know⌠you donât really drink.â
âhey, i love cranberry juice,â you grin, pinching his cheek very slightly. âthank you. for all of this, and the flowers. you really didnât have to â itâs not like iâd won the championship?â
âoh, youâre aiming for that next,â alex smiles with a nod. ânot before me, though! youâre going to have to fight me for that championship.â
âah, i wouldnât speak so much for someone who canât beat me in mario kart,â you roll your eyes playfully.
alex raises his eyebrows, sitting up in disbelief. âyeah? you got the energy to beat me in mario kart right now?â
âi always have the energy for that!â you shriek when alex yanks you into his body, trying to avoid spilling the food onto your white bedsheets. âalex, the food!â
âeat faster so we can play mario kart! come on!â
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I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
pairing: mizu x fem!reader
tags: loser!mizu, rebel!reader, mizu being pathetic, slight nsfw there's nothing explicit but it's implied, unrequited love (but not really), no beta we die like m!kio
a/n: nobody puts baby in the corner by fall out boy for max brainrot + also sorry it's short I can't write seriously đ if somebody else wants to elaborate on this fic / situation please feel free honestly this is sorta just a rambling
she was enamoured. for the first time in her life she wanted something so bad it was all she thought about. she'd stared at you through the much-too-bright lights of the party, watched the way you drank, the way you spoke, the way you ran your oh so soft fingers through your hair every so often. she'd stared at you hopelessly as you'd smiled at her from across the room, tucked your hair behind your ear the way you did when you were simpering at a guy you wanted, the way you'd barely glanced at other people as you approached her. "y'know, I don't think I've ever seen you at a party. how come you're here?" you're practically shouting in the chaos of the room and she's stammering, practically falling on her words as she hopelessly tries to reply. "I uh, akemi dragged me here. I would rather be at home right now, if I'm being honest." the laugh that slips out of her lips is futile, not at all as chill and laid back as she'd like it to be. you sigh, lifting your sunglasses onto your head to show off your gorgeous eyes, burned into her head like one of the many mixtape cds she'd made for you (not that she'd ever given them to you, nor would she ever). "well, I'm glad you're here. you're actually cool to talk to, unlike everybody else. god, even taigen is boring me." and you're smiling, laughing even, your beautiful lips parting ever so slightly as you look up at her in a way that makes the alcohol in her system curdle in her stomach as she just smiles stupidly at you. "I'm cool? well, that might be a first." she gives that awkward chuckle she does when she's completely lost in her own mind. you return the laugh, only you actually know where you are and what's going on. "wanna get out of here? it's way too loud, I need a break." and then you're grabbing her hand, leading her to the yard and pulling her onto the grass and smiling at her in a matter of maybe.. five minutes? she doesn't register what's happening but she's smiling because god, you're so pretty. "hey, earth to mizu. you alive, or has your conscience kinda just slipped outta your head?" you're gazing at her, smirking almost knowingly as you sit facing her, leaning on one hand as you wave the other in front of her. "ohâ yeah, I'm fine. got distracted, that was all." one swift movement and your lips are on hers. and your hands are tracing circles onto her skin, under her shirt. she grabs your wrist and pulls away, just looking at you with that pathetically smitten look she's been giving you all night. "are you okay? I can stop, if youâ" "no. no, I just.. I'm not sure about.. out here, yknow?" she sighs, holding your hand as she smiles at you and god, she is out of it. whether it's the alcohol or you, you couldn't tell. "you have a point. wanna go back to my place?" and she's nodding, neck practically snapping as she stands, pulling you up and placing a hand on your waist as you drunkenly leave the party. and if only you'd noticed. if only you'd seen the look of pure and unbridled want in her eyes, acknowledged the fact she was practically swimming in desire. and if only you'd returned that desire. you did, she supposed, for a while. not in the same way she felt for you, but you'd returned some kind of want and that was enough for her. she knows you're not hers, she knows you don't want to be hers, but that night that she had you rings through her head, through the walls she hides inside of, it rings through her body, out of her hands into her music, her poetry, her musings in her battered leather journal. she wanted you so bad it hurt. but for now, she'd stick to being your best kept secret.
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How about a fic where the reader also works at Smosh and they recently started dating but they haven't gone beyond kissing AND BAM FIRST TIME HAPPENS- really sexy, fluffy, gentle, maybe he picks her up a little bit, and they take time exploring eachother. You'd do so gooood! We truly need more Damien fic in this fandom đđĽ
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Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader
Summary: âYou tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.â
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, uhhh some Hereditary spoilers I guess? If I missed anything please let me know!
AN: Not super proud of this because I've been studying all week and I feel like my lack of sleep did not contribute to this in any beneficial ways but I still hope you enjoy it <3
âAre you coming with us tonight?â You fell into step with Courtney while you walked down the hall and out of the office.
âNo, I donât think so,â you looked up from your phone, âpromised Damien Iâd watch Hereditary, and I donât think heâd let me bail.â
She smiled at you, walking you to your car, âItâs a good movie,â she tilted her head, âAnd heâs a good guy. I donât blame you for wanting to stay in.â
âYeah, well,â you kind of clammed up, âHeâs cute and I love a good beheading, so.â You laughed with each other before saying your goodbyes.
Youâd been dating him for two months. And it was really and truly delightful; he was kind, and communicative, and above all so, so pretty. It had started so naturally, harbored crushes surfacing to reveal themselves at the right time, and progressed so smoothly, and you were thrilled by it.
Still, you let the familiar fear of rejection take control at times; the anxiety that maybe you were moving too quickly and that he was only a fraction as interested in you as you were in him. So the physical affection stayed surface levelâliterallyâin that you kissed and touched but hadnât gone beyond second base, if you remembered the laws of high school correctly.
And that was fine, and he hadnât said anything, hadnât put pressure on you to do anything you didnât wantâbut you really did want it. You wanted to let him have you, let him take you in taboo ways and places. Maybe that made you a bit deviant, maybe even a little perverse. But it was hard to be with someone soâŚflawless, as far as you were concerned, and not want something like that, even when the voices in your head told you that you shouldnât, or that you werenât nearly as experienced as any of his past partners might have been.
Comparison meets joy, and stabs it right in the neck.
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âBe honest with me,â you sat next to Damien on the couch, curling your legs beneath you and leaning over towards him, âDid you want to watch this with me just so you could hold me during the scary parts?â
âYeah, but not for the reasons you think,â he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, âIâm fucking terrified of it, and I need my big strong girlfriend to protect me.â He smiled, clearly amused by himself, and you blew a piece of hair out of his face.
âWuss.â You kissed him, hand toying with his collar, before sitting back and leaning on his shoulder.
âYeah? Remember that you said that tonight when you turn off the lights.â He shot you a dubious grin before grabbing the remote. You watched the muscle in his wrist move when he pressed the buttons, captivated by the small details of his body and the way he mouthed the titles of the movies that popped up on the TV screen while he flicked through previously watched films.
You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.
âIâll still remember youâre a wuss when the lights are off.â You mumbled, and he looked down at you.
âYou seem so sure.â He watched your hand sweep over his arm, nails barely grazing his skin.
âYou think I should be contemplating something else?â You goaded him, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from and why it had appeared only now. âDonât you want me to think about you when the lights are off?â You continued with your double entendres. You saw him swallow, and from your position, leaning over him with your hand now on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat pick up.
God, he was nice to look at.
âNo, I do,â he put down the remote, reaching over to hold your chin in his hand and guide you up to him, âbut I think my proposal might be a little moreâŚvulgar.â
You smiled against his mouth when he kissed you, the leisurely pace allowing you to take your time tasting him, feeling the shape of him near you, on you. You sat up, giving yourself room to lace your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer, and he let you; an arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.
âYou wanna watch this movie with me or not?â You quipped when you separated from him, and he smiled, shaking his head.
âYesâyeah. I do want to watch this with you,â he paused, before continuing, âYou, uhâŚyou wanna tell me something?â He sort of shifted in his seat, tilting his head back on the couch cushions to drink you in.
âWhat?â
âWhere that came from?â
âDonât know what youâre talking about,â you played dumb, heat creeping up your neck and splashing your cheeks red; you tried not to lose your new surge of confidence, reassuring yourself that his line of questioning was a result of mutual excitement. You leaned over him to grab the remote and press play before you crawled into his lap to straddle him.
âYou gonna watch this way?â His hands found purchase on your hips.
âI havenât told you about this skill?â You kept up your act.
âNo, I was unaware of the eyes on the back of your head,â he squeezed your hips and you hummed at the feeling, âBut itâs pretty hot. I love a woman with twenty/twenty/twenty/twenty vision.â
You heard the movie play behind you; the score and the sound of voices droning softly. âCan I be honest,â you traced a finger over his collar, âIâm not that interested in the movie right now.â
âHow dare you,â Damien feigned hurt, âThis is a serious breach of protocolââ his hands crawled up your back before he stood, picking you up with him, and laying you on your back, caging you under him while you laughed from the adrenaline that came with being picked up and put down so quickly. âAnd I absolutely will not have it,â he kissed down your neck and you grabbed at his hair. âThis switch up will not go unpunished.â He brought his face back up to yours and kissed you deeply, your hand tightening in his hair when his tongue slipped past your lips.
âTell me if itâs too much?â He urged, nose brushing against your cheek when he broke away from you.
âKeep going.â
âYouâre sure?â
âDamien, I donât think thereâs a sexy way to say this: I really want to have sex with you right now.â Your hand fell from his hair and trailed over his neck, stopping between his shoulder blades, and pulling gently at his shirt.
âSounded pretty sexy to me,â he smirked, continuing his ministrations, kissing down your neck, lips stopping just above the collar of your shirt. He reached under the hem of the fabric, warm palms brushing against your skin while he explored you. You gasped when he cupped your breast in his hand, his free arm finding its way under your body to prop you up slightly and allow him easier access to you.
Youâd done this before, had him touch you like this, but it felt so much more charged in this moment; the promise of more to come made you antsy in the best way, having previously stopped here. His hands kept exploring, with your chest, your stomach, and the curve of your spine all finding relief under his hands. You slid one hand under his shirt, desperate to be as close to him as possible; your other hand continued to tug on the back of his collar, encouraging him to rid himself of the layer of fabric.
He gave in to your silent request, pulling away from you momentarily to take it off before returning his undivided attention to you and, with his hands on your waist, bunching your shirt up at your sides, offered you another heated kiss.
You felt restless, wired by his touch and eager to feel him in the ways you had spent so much time imagining. Your hips bucked gently into his, and you heard his breath catch in his throat, his chest stuttering against you when you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and one leg draped over him. Your hands trailed over his back, drinking in his frame above you. You tugged at his hair to disconnect momentarily, panting.
âCan IâŚ?â His hand ghosted over the hem of your shirt while you looked up at him.
âPlease.â You gave him the go-ahead, and he pulled you up a bit to help you strip off your shirt. He wasted no time, licking a streak across your collar bone before dipping his head down to kiss the valley between your breasts; he left open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh and you put a hand on the back of his neck, unsure whether to enjoy the view or allow your head to loll back to fully embrace the feeling of his mouth on your body. His thumb grazed over one of your nipples, and you gasped at the contact.
âBeautiful,â he mumbled against your chest, focused on the way the emerging goosebumps on your skin felt against his tongue and fingers, âyouâre so beautiful.â
âDamien,â you tilted his chin up in your fingers, âpants.â
âFuckâright.â He tore himself away from you, hands flying to the zipper of your jeans to undo them and peel them off your legs. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, undeniably obvious wet spot soaking through with your desire, before lowering his face to your core and licking a stripe over your clothed cunt. You whimpered, hand reaching for his shoulder and squeezing, encouraging him to continue. He repeated the action, looking up at you from between your legs to watch your eyes flutter before you let your head fall back against the armrest of the couch.
âCan I take them off?â One of his fingers softly brushed against your clit over your panties.
âYou can do whatever you want,â and you were only half-joking, so trusting of him and his intentions, âTake them off.â
Damien did as he was told, pulling the fabric down your thighs. He let one of his fingers trail up your slit, letting you coat it with your slick before using it to rub tight circles on your clit.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he had moved himself down the couch, propping himself up on his forearms above your core, and, using the position to his advantage, he licked into you, finally getting a proper taste. You moaned, a breathy sound that pushed all the air from your lungs, and it spurred him on: his tongue fucked into you while he used his finger to massage your clit, grinding his hips into the couch to find friction when you moaned his name.
He removed his finger from your clit, letting it trace over your hole before sinking into you; you let out a sigh of contentment, and he pumped it slowly in and out of you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking, before adding another digit. You mewled down at him, whispers of his name and begs for him to continue his movements, promises of how good you would be for him if he would just, please, let you cum. He moaned at your words, the vibrations shooting through your core, and when he sped up his movements ever so slightly, you were an absolute goner; one last swipe of his tongue over your clit in time with the push of his fingers against your walls had you crying out for him.
You gulped for air, dizzy with satisfaction, and when you looked down at him, he was already staring at you, his face painted with a dopey grin. âHi.â
âHi,â you smiled, letting your head fall back on the couch. He climbed up and over you, kissing your forehead.
âYouâre pretty when you cum for me,â he rubbed his nose against yours before moving to kiss your cheek, âwanna see you do it again.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â He nodded, lips brushing against yours and you closed the gap between them; you could taste the sweet edge of your own cum on his tongue.
âMake me.â You whispered against him, and he groaned into the kiss, pushing his hips against yours.
Hesitantly, he broke away, standing to undo his belt and undress. You watched, transfixed, eyes trailing from his collar to his legs. The background noise of the movie rose to a crescendo before falling quiet.
âBaby,â his hand fell over your face, cupping your cheek.
âMhm.â
âWe just missed the decapitation scene.â His words were laced with a faux disappointment, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
âGuess youâll just have to bide your time until you can find the remote and rewind.â You pulled at his arm, and he crawled back onto the couch, positioning himself above you.
âI meanâif you insist,â he laughed, kissing your neck while he lined himself up with you. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and the mood returned to a more serious tone. âGonna be good for me?â His forehead rested against yours, âGonna tell me what you need?â
âYeah,â you breathed, squirming just enough to feel a hint more relief with his cock so close to where you needed it. âNeed you, Damien.â
âGood girl.â He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch as he went. Mouth open and eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, he moaned softly when he bottomed out. You clawed at his arms, pulsing around him.
âMore,â you pleaded under him.
âOh my god,â he keened at your words, pushing his hips into yours even further before pulling out to repeat the motion over again; long, languid thrusts filling you up, dropping kisses on any exposed skin you could reach on each other between moans. âTell meâtell me how it feels, baby.â Damien whispered into the skin of your cheek, his words quiet in your ear.
âItâs so good,â you whined at the drag of his cock against your walls, tip pushing against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. âWant itâharder, please, Damien.â
He gave in to your cries immediately; straightening himself out above you, one arm reaching for your leg to prop it up against his shoulder, he used it as leverage to pull you into him. You yelped, well pleased by the new angle and the deep push of his hips, eyes rolling back when he brushed your cervix.
âChrist, youâre so pretty,â he grit his teeth, growling his words, âYou like that, baby? Like feeling me like this?â
Your face contorted into a hazy smile, ragged moans taking the place of a coherent answer to his question. You reached out for him, raising your arms to encourage him to drop back down to your level; he pushed your leg down, and you wrapped it around his waist when he leaned forward to kiss you, engulfing you underneath him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to capture every inch of your body to bottle in this memory. You whined at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, the vague tickle making you giggle softly into his shoulder before your own moans cut your laughter short. He smiled, hips still driving into you.
âDoing so good, baby, give me one more.â He gave himself the space to snake an arm between your bodies, fingers deftly finding your clit and kneading it to pair with his thrusts. You arched your back, consumed by need, desperate to show him how good he made you feel. He sped up, movements becoming rougher the closer you both got to your highs; he rolled your clit under his finger and you gripped his bicep, nails threatening to break his skin as you came for him.
âThatâs rightâfuck, thatâs my good girl,â He praised you while you trembled under him, cunt squeezing his cock while he drew out your orgasm. âSo fucking good, thatâs it.â He rambled, mouth agape once more as he hurtled towards the edge; after a few more deep thrusts, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock and spilling over your stomach with a moan of your name. His cum was warm on your skin, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had developed over you.
He slumped over you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck while he evened out his breathing; you took deep breaths underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your cheek into the crown of his head.
âThat was,â he breathed against your skin, bringing his face to your level, and kissing your nose, âbetter than a movie.â
âThatâs high praise.â You mumbled, letting him press a gentle kiss to your lips.
âI know,â he smiled, a familiar playful glint in his eye, âDonât you feel honored?â
âSo much,â you laughed, âand sweaty.â
He stood up, locating his shirt near the coffee table. He turned back to you, using it to wipe down your stomach and the wet that dripped between your legs, peppering your abdomen with kisses. One of your fingers scooped a spot he had missed on your stomach, and you brought it to your mouth to lick it clean.
âDamienâŚâ you released your finger with a pop, and he returned to his spot on the couch, pulling you up to lean against him. He looked at you, silently pressing you to continue, eyes fixed on your lips, silently hoping you might repeat the action just so he could see it again. âCan we rewind the movie?â
He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. âIf you think you can get through it without getting distracted.â
âMm,â you grunted, pushing yourself further into him, âno promises.â
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Hihi!
Could you write a Walker Scobell x Reader fic where the reader gave him a handmade gift (crochet, origami or smth) at a fan event and she hid a piece of paper inside of it with her instagram handle?
(I'm sorry if this is a weird requestđ; I don't even understand the stuff my brain comes up withđ)
Anyways, thank youu! I hope you have a great day! :D
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Walker Scobell x Reader
Youve been a fan of Walker for a few years now. When you saw the Adam Project something was pulling you towards him. Following him on Instagram you gave it a rest. Its when he got his role of Percy Jackson on Disneys new spin off is when he really blew up. You saw all the behind the scenes and interviews he was in. The show itself was amazing, other than the slight jealousy you would feel here and there but thats normal for any teen.
He quickly became a HUGE celebrity crush for you. You knew that everyone felt like that for a celebrity crush but Walker felt like a school crush. You felt like you knew him. And like any cleberity crush, you told your best friend, your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, your cat/dog, your school friends your not as close to, yiur favorite teacher, your least favorite teacher, and the old lady next door that loved hearing you talk.
âNo you dont understand, hes different. I feel like I ACTUALLY know him.â you ranted to your best friend at your guys lab station in science.
âY/n, hes just a celebrity. Half of the teenage girl population feels the same way you do right now.â She responded sort of knocking some sense into your brain. It didnt quite reach the part of your brain responsible for common sense as you still felt the same way.
âYou know, hes having that fan meet thing close by in down town. If you really want to meet him just go to that, my daughter will be there too.â Your science teacher said coming behind you scaring the shit out of you.
Then it hit you, he was coming here. Your crush coming here. Walker THE Scobell. Pulling out your phone you looked it up to see if it was true. Seeing Walkers story it proved it. He was even staying at the hotel near your apartment. Near isnt the right word, ONE BUILDING OVER.
Coming home from school that day went awfully quick. The subject from earlier being the only thing occupying your mind.
How would you even make him notice you? You fit it with everyone else. There would be no way. Your eyes wandering around your room in thought just as your cat was playing with your crochet yarn. Now you have an idea.
After a little bit of social media you realized he really looked up to Ryan Renolds and had this thing for Deadpool. You were definitely going to make him a deadpool stuffed animal.
When your hands were cramped enough and it finally looked like deadpool you knew you were done. Then another thought hit you. Even if he took it, that would be it. Hed notice you for about 5.6 seconds and then itd just be stored randomly in his house.
A notification came from your phone, Walkers notification that he posted. Youd give him your Instagram. Even though it was unlikely hed ever take it the hope inside of you was stronger than any doubt you had.
The day to finally see him came quicker than you imagined. You spent hours putting on your best formal wear and even more to do your hair (and makeup if your a girl đ).
When you finally saw him you realized he saw you first. His eyes being drawn to your face as he walked over to you. You shouldve taken your meds before you came. He walked over and smiled at you. Not any smile youve seen, a genuine one. Not the kind youd give when you see a stranger pass by you, but the one that you give when you actually see someone you love.
âPlease tell me this is for me.â He sort of yelled as he tried to make his voice louder than his screaming fans.
âYes, yes of course.â you giggled as your shaky hands gave it to his. You noticed how his hands gently went over yours.
Then the screams of fans changed. They went from begging for his attention to being on them to sounds of awes and your personal favorite; âare you guys datingâ âis that your girlfriendâ
When he walked away though your eyes and heart didnt miss the way his head turned back around to see you, that smile was back on his face.
When you got home you were euphoric. Walker THE Scobell noticed you and you were freaking out STILL.
Your phone buzzed again. A more agressive vibration so it wasnt a imessage.
âWalker Scobell followed you!â
Your heart dropped into your ass.
Opening up Instagram you shook even more. About to message your friend on Instagram you noticed his note.
âI fell inlove at a fan meet.â
And before you could even text your friend another notification went off.
Walker Scobell
Hi, is this the fan that gave me the deadpool?
yes! it is đŠˇ
I just wanted to say that I think your really cool and I was wondering if you wanna be friends?
Seen 32 mins ago
You didnt know what to do. Respond or never text him again. Throw up or pass out even.
You decided to reapond to him.
Its funny how that whole story was only 2 years ago. You were now with your lovely boyfriend Walker. You were at his house watching the new season of Percy Jackson starring you in it. Life is amazing when you take chances.
âMan I hate watching my acting, why did I make that face.â Your boyfriend started complaining watching himself on the tv.
âOh shush you look good and you know it.â Your assured him lifting up the curls on his head to give him a genuine kiss on his forehead.
He looked up from you from where his head was laying on your chest and gave you those eyes. Those sea blue eyes that filled with warmth tenderness. You knew he was always more than a celebrity crush. He was your soulmate.
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a new usual (yan!barmaid x reader)
content warnings: implied forced relationship, drug usage, shitty writing /hj, second person POV most of the time I think LMAO, also there are some spelling errors probably
INTRO
It was an utter surprise to the residents of the Oletus Manor when they uncovered a secret tavern inside the estate. Surely with the amount of time theyâve been trapped in the place they would have found it by now, right? If it werenât for their newest citizen, Lilly B, the bar would have stayed hidden, covered in cobwebs and dust. But maybe, just maybe, that would have been a good thing. Because now youâve got a certain Barmaid who canât stop dragging you away to the place.
No one was more ecstatic about the hidden bar than Demi Bourbon, the manor's one and only Barmaid.
And why would she not be? It had felt like ages since she had been in her brother's tavern, that she soon had to take care of. So by the end of the week, the bar was in tip top shape. With its polished bar and an extravagant amount of expensive wine (which the Barmaid doesnât even know where it came from herself.). The bar really looked like one you would find back in regular civilization. Which is where one of her favorite people came from, you!Â
Demi had a regular curiosity to anyone new in the manor, but it would usually leave after learning more about the person. But for some reason, you never left her mind, even when youâd been here for more than 3 months now.
Demi dismissed these thoughts, thinking that you and her had just been closer friends now. After all, she was the first person you came in contact with after your first game. Which, despite winning, was still stuck here.Â
Demi soon came to the realization that this, these feelings, were nowhere close to how she felt about anyone else. These feelings grew stronger with every touch, every glance, every word you two had spoken to each other.Â
But these feelings grew outside of the lines that separated love and like. No, they hurdled over the one that had deemed these feelings were borderline obsession.Â
Demi felt as if she needed to have you, or else her heart would explode into tiny little pieces before being blown away in the wind. So, Demi did what she had to do.
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The barstools had been whipped down and put away, and the expensive wine had been corked and locked up behind a glass barrier. The only person left in the room was Demi herself; and you too of course. She couldnât let you leave her sight, not with such dangerous beings out and about!
But they wouldnât be, for them as well as the other Survivors have fallen fast asleep, exhausted from their matches. They slept peacefully in their spectate dorm rooms, not daring to look for you. As everyone knew where you were and more importantly, knew who you were with.
The Barmaid was busy wiping the inside of a wine glass with a dish rag that has most definitely seen better days. Sheâs humming an unfamiliar tune as she sways her hips, thatâs surely going to be a tune you wonât forget.Â
You rest your head in your arms as you look around at the empty tavern. The bar used to be full to the brim, a new place to explore and become familiar with, a place to party and forget about the scars that still sting and itch from the day's matches. But the room has become empty (at least when the Barmaid isnât in it, which you donât know because you're always around her. And most certainly not by choice.).Â
Youâve tried to help her, by taking a broom and starting to sweep, but Demi always complains.Â
âOh darling! Please, you'll hurt yourself! Donât you see the (nonexistent) wooden splinters in this broom? Just go back by the bar and sit pretty for me doll face.âÂ
Youâve tried to wipe down the counter, the pairing protected by their own glass barrier, varnish the bar, but youâd usually get responses similar to this.Â
So as you stare off into space, youâve yet to realize the bottles and other ingredients the Barmaid has pulled from different drawers in the room, how she keeps locking and unlocking the wine cabinet, and how she hasnât stopped turning around and looking at you.Â
You're about to doze off into a well needed slumber, but Demi slams down a wine cup. Itâs filled with ice cubes and the liquid looks like a grapey purple.
âDrink up hun.â Demi says, but not before going back and opening up another drawer and producing a matching purple umbrella and plopping it into your drink.Â
Youâve done this before, this isnât something out of the ordinary. But this drink pulls you in. Itâs different, itâs brand new, and acts like a breath of fresh air from this stale empty manor.Â
You know you should be careful, but youâve got a strong desire to take a sip. You canât help yourself but reach for the glass and put it to your lips.Â
The drink is cold, and like its color, tastes grapey and sweet. Itâs delicious and something you drink up in mere seconds. All while Demi looks at you with her head in her hands. Sheâs wearing a small smile, like sheâs looking at a child playing with their toys.Â
When you finish your sip, you canât ignore the warm bubbly feeling in your stomach that dares to increase with every breath you take. All of a sudden, the room looks like itâs getting darker. Like a play was about to finish its final act. Before everything goes black, you watch as the Barmaid swiftly makes her way behind you and catches your falling body in her arms.Â
âSleep well, princess.â She says as she places a chaste kiss on your lips.Â
And with that, the act was finished.Â
â End
note: hey guys! i'm here with my first piece and i really hope you guys like it <3 itâs total ass and I hate it just as much as the next guy but I needed to get something out there so đ
(2023) Šď¸fishermanshook â do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform
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Hey! Your social media fics are so freaking cute, I love them so much 𼚠If you do take requests, could you please do one which is Charles x singer!reader (who's pretty famous, on like a Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez level) announcing their relationship or just like a random vacation post? Thank you so much, I hope I didn't make the request too long <33
relationship release đż
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader
type: instagram imagine/social media au
notes: tysm for requesting this, anon đ¤ my first time doing a request so i hope you like it! used hailee steinfeld for the faceclaim :') not revised so please expect errors hehe lmk what u think!
about: you and charles go public just in time for your album release!
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liked by taylorswift, zendaya, charles_leclerc, and 3,582,918 others
yourusername A photo dump to commemorate the busiest months of my life đˇ from recording my new album (which I am very excited for you guys to hear), taking time for myself, to rehearsing for my world tour. Grateful to be doing what I am passionate about every single day of my life â¤ď¸
zendaya You look amazing, can't wait for the album, love! đđ
y/nqueen MAM DID U JUST SOFT LAUNCH A MAN
filmsy/n ik what the fuck she did not just casually drop a soft launch in the middle of the noise of her new album đ
popgirlsz Am I seeing this right or is the queen of pop in a relationship....
selenagomez Excited for the tour â¤ď¸ Will be in front row for sureeee
singzqueen THIS IS NOT A DRILL SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND OH MY GODDDD
f1fan Oh my god Charles liked? Maybe hes the guy đŤŁ
popthusiast u reaching too much lmaooo maybe hes just a fan
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liked by ashleybenson, florencepugh, billieeilish, and 3,981,234 others
yourusername My new album Red Letters comes out in 3 days. â¤ď¸ It has been an incredible journey working on this masterpiece and I cannot wait for you guys to enter the pages of the stories I want to share. Red Letters is all about being wrapped in a heart-shaped dynamic, letting an amalgamation of sensations embrace us as we finally let love in.
As for me, well, loving him has always been red.
florencepugh Loving everything already and it's not even out yet! Such amazing work you've done âŁď¸
taylorswift My girl â¤ď¸
popgirly/n girlie telling us her new album is about love after soft launching a week ago oh i cant breathe
lanadelslays She knows how to keep us on the hook đ
yn4ever "Loving him has always been red" QUEEN WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
popfan21 guy lucky as hell imagine being talked about like that... by y/n... living his best life fr
ynlover THE PICTURE IS SO CUTE TOO THATS PROBABLY THEM
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charles_leclerc Immensely excited about the Red Letters release: not only because of the new, amazing music Y/N will be sharing to the world but because today is the day I get to show everyone the love of my life. Every day it feels like I'm in a fever dream because I'm with someone so talented, charming, and kind.
Mon angè, you never fail to amaze me. My heart is full just seeing you conquer the world. Je tĂ ime, yourusername â¤ď¸
PS. I guess I am the red guy, yes?
carlossainz55 Finally! Charles has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now đ¤Ł
danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Red Guy đ
zendaya Take care of her or there will be consequences!
ilpredestinato KINGGGG SO DESERVED U GUYS ARE SO CUTE
charlos1655 such a hot couple too god they are so
pierregasly Finally went to Y/N's concert without wearing a disguise I am happy for you mate đ
itpopgirl power couple ugh we love to see it
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tagging: @slytherheign hope ure doing well mwah
notes: this took me some time lmao anyways pls bare w me if i use the same usernames for the fan reactions on twitter its so harddd thinking of new usernames everytime đ i hope u liked this, anon! lmk what u guys think <33 tysm for reading!
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Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests đđ
Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself đ! Aw thank you so much Iâm so glad you like my fics, and youâre welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do đĽ°! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!
Word Count: 1,325
Warnings: None
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Yami didnât know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!
Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for nowâŚthey were stuck with her being a toddler!
She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other handâŚwell she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly âmommyâ and âdaddyâ. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didnât want to be called âdaddyâ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn âYamiâ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.
Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captainâs meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.
Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captainâs meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captainâs âoohedâ and âawwedâ over her.
â Aw look how adorable she is! I didnât know you had a baby Yami!â Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.
âYami had a child?! Why didnât he say anything? Does that mean heâs married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesnât seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didnât he say anything, Iâm so jealous of her, why didnât I confess to him sooner?!â Charlotteâs mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didnât look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.
â Mommy?â She asked cutely before her smile widened. â Mommy!â
Charlotte and Dorothyâs hearts quickly melted and they both couldnât help but say âHow Cute~!â. Yami sighed and shook his head.
â The Prickly Princess ainât your mom, and Iâm not her dad. Sheâs a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.â Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.
â I see, so how long will she be like this?â Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.
â Daddy!â She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleonâs brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.
â Iâm sorry to say that Iâm not your father little one.â Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.
â She seems to only be able to say âmommyâ and âdaddyâ, which makes sense since sheâs only like 1 or 2.â Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.
â I think sheâs closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time theyâre one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!â Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.
â How the hell do you know that kid?â Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.
â Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.â Rill explained and the others nodded.
The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.
â DaddyâŚ?â She asked hesitantly and Nozelâs eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.
â Iâm not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.â He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.
The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.
â What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!â Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozelâs eyes widened a bit.
â Geez Nozel sheâs just a baby, canât you be just a little nicer with her?â Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozelâs cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.
â Donât listen to him brat,â Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. â You can call of us âmomâ and âdadâ as much as you like. And ignore him.â Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.
â Yeah! Nozelâs just jealous because he doesnât have a cool baby of his own!â Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.
â Even Iâm not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.â He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.
â Iâm not jealous and Iâm not angry at the child!â Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. â Itâs justâŚâ He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.
Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.
â Itâs just that a Captainâs meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Donât you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?â Nozel asked with a sigh.
â Uh, sheâs already seen the horrors of the world remember? Sheâs actually a Magic Knight?â Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozelâs face to turn a brighter red.
â Nozel does have a point. A Captainâs meeting is no place for a young child,â Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. â So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?â He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.
The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yamiâs arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didnât want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.
At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldnât be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
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CAROL OF THE BALLS !
ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader x dante (dmc)
tags. i made them brothers, cucking, threesome, age gap, size kink, ass play, leon eats his cum so incest, cum eating, creampie, p in v
note. SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN i have been tweaking :3 but um whatever! ignore typos or iâll detonate :3 feedback n rbs much appreciated !!! ooc bc dante is literally a well-meaning old man but i have to make him sleazy for porn without plot purposes sorry!! i also cut the smut short bc. bc i wanted to get this out so sorry if itâs jolty đ
tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as iâd like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.
Your love for Leon, much to his dismay, is no match for your pursuit of cock. His poor girl, you suffer from this awful disease at such a young age, the kind that tears a family apart - wandering hands they call it. In Leonâs terms, it would be something more akin to cock-driven. Thatâs your motivation, and if you see one you like, youâre gonna get it. Fuck, youâd do rocket science on the spot for a nice, fat cock. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be his older brother that youâve set your eye on. And Leonâs older brother is the most shameless asshole since, like, god, Mark Antony? That guy was obnoxious, right? Fucking his best friendâs wife and all.
Dante is that obnoxious but amplified tenfold, if you can even imagine that. Heâs got a big mouth to match his stature, and, you guessed it, heâs got one hell of a dick stuffed into those tacky leather pants. And youâre taking a very obvious gander at what sort of goodies heâs got tucked away. Youâre playing footsie with him under the table for fuckâs sake. Leon can tell by the way youâre slouched too far back in your seat, but itâs mainly âcause he dropped his fork and when he lifted the table cloth, he found your foot rubbing along Danteâs inner thigh while his fingers toyed with the frilly cuff of your sock. Bringing you home for Christmas was a mistake. Youâre too precious to give up and too hard to reign in. He should just store you away in a jar of some sort, poke a few holes in the lid so you can breathe, a bird cage perhaps, or maybe a crate?
Knowing you, youâd manage to get your paws on Dante either way. A cage would be no problem, just slip it right on in through the gaps! A makeshift gloryhole if you will. Honestly, heâd prefer you to pick Vergil over Dante, at least the guy has it all together, at least heâs not a washed up loser who canât pay his bills, at least heâs not Dante. Youâd think as the younger sibling youâd turn out better, right? Itâs like baking a cake, the first time itâs shit, and the second time itâs better. Not soft in the centre, not burnt to a crisp on the sides - just donât work like that around here. Instead, Leonâs parents had the stronger, taller, hotter, bigger one first, then little Leon to top it all off. Little âcause heâs 5â10 with insoles only.
Oh yeah, you can ask around town. Leon Kennedy? That guyâs decent, nice face, nice smile, nice guy. Dante? One that walks around like his dick is weighing him down, fuckinâ pornstar face, can tell if a girl likes him when sheâs got her ankles behind her head â yeah, I know him, he broke my parents marriage up, and he fucked my sister, and my auntie, yeah, the one that came over for the holidays. I donât really mind âcause he gave it to me after too! Oh, no way, I couldnât do that with Leon, heâs more of the settle down type, donât you think?
No one has actually said that and yes, he is more of the settle down type, but Leon has had his fair share of flings, and contrary to popular belief - missionary is not the only position he knows. He knows how to put a girl on her knees, no stranger to it. Maybe, just maybe, his dick is the problem. Itâs not small, not quite big, itâs adequate, or perhaps itâs inadequate and thatâs why youâre offering to wash the dishes alongside Dante. Leon hasnât seen Dante do a household chore since 1976, thatâs when Leon was in the womb if you didnât know. Meaning he hasnât ever seen Dante do a single chore, not even pick up his own underwear the fucking slob. And don't even get him started on you. The girl who struggles to get the vacuum working when Leonâs not around, then you do it half heartedly for five minutes before complaining about your back aching.
Heâs pacing outside the kitchen like a guard on duty, listening in on your conversation with Dante, itâs absolutely thrilling. Leon couldnât think of a better way to spend his time, he just loves to hear his girlfriend flirt her way into his brotherâs pants.
Oh, your hands are so big, Dante! Wow, theyâre so much bigger than mine. My goodness, Dante, you could pick me up, like, sooooo easy! I wonder what else is big! Has your hair always been that colour? No, thatâs so not true, Dante, doesnât make you look old at all! It suits you, donât look a day over twenty. Duh, of course Iâm joking, I like âem old anyway. Do you babe? You should go ahead and suck his old man cock, sure Dante wouldnât mind, and itâs not like Leon has any say. Youâre young and fickle - this is what he deserves for dating a girl your age. What more do you know than dick?
âItâs okay, he wonât wake up,â Your voice is muffled in his ears, distant despite you being less than an inch away from him. He shifts, feels around for your warmth, clasps an arm thatâs way too jacked.
Leonâs brother is remarkable really, he turns over after a struggle with the bedside lamp, sees Danteâs teeth gleaming, your little hands splayed flat across his chest. Heâd go at him, make a feast of it, he wishes for the tearing of Danteâs throat to be biblical. God, Kane and Abel have nothing on them. âYou gotta be fuckinâ kidding me.â His digs his nails into hardened muscle.
âPlease, baby,â You beg him, beg is an exaggeration, from you itâs a command. Like, not Oh, please, Leon! May I suck and fuck your brother while you lay beside us? More of a Please, shut your mouth and let me have this, Leon. I havenât had good dick ever since I started dating you.
He falters, âNo, babe,â Leon shakes his head, lip curling upwards in both disgust and wonderment at the boldness of your request. âNo, are you crazy?â
âCâmon, Leon,â Dante pouts, and itâs disturbing to see a grown man with no upper lip do that. âShe just wants to have a little fun.â
âDonâtâ donât get involved, this is between me and her.â His attempt at assertion is only met with amusement.
âLeon, please?â You bat your lashes. Beat. His heart hammers in his chest. Then Leon closes his eyes like a good boy, heâs always been great at taking orders. Whatever. Fuck his brother to your heartâs content.
âHe not treatinâ you right, sweet thing?â Dante murmurs into your neck, his thick fingers parting your slippery folds, rubbing deft circles on your twitching clit.
He grits his teeth so hard they squeak. Leon treats you perfectly well. Surely, saying otherwiseâ
âNo, Dante,â You pout up at his brother, a small hand curled around his wrist as he pushes his fingers knuckle-deep into your slick cunt.
Stupid bitch. Leon has never been inclined to call a woman a bitch, total lie, but Claire told him itâs not appropriate, and Claire is usually right about most things. Not right now though, girls are fucking brutal.
âNo?â Dante coos, âMy little brother canât please his girl? Canât get this little cunt soaked?â Thereâs a wet smack, and you gasp.
âDonât do that.â Leon canât help himself, itâs like he insists on making a fool of himself. âShe doesnât like that.â
âDo it again.â You plead, âDante, please, feels so good.â The crooked smile Dante gives him is humiliation at its finest.
He draws his hand back, spanks your cunt, the fleshy part of his palm mashing against your clit. âYou donât even know what your girl likes.â
âI do.â Leonâs chest aches, his dick aches even more, feels like itâs about to over-inflate and pop.
âBet you like it rough, donât you, babe?â Dante asks, presses his nose into your neck, licks a stripe up your jugular.
âShe does not.â
âYes.â You nod crazy like a dashboard bobblehead.
Dante raises his brows when he glances sideways at Leon, âHeâs not givinâ it to you is he? You want him all up in your guts, baby, donât you?â
âYes, yes, god, please,â You whine, clit thrumming beneath Danteâs fingertips. âWant it here.â You bring Danteâs hand to rest on your abdomen, âwanna feel you here, please.â
âDirty little bitch,â Dante coaxes an orgasm out of you with his fingers alone.
âDonât speak to her like that.â
âIâll speak to her how I want,â He retorts, âShe likes it, âs why youâre gettinâ me all wet, isnât it, baby?â
âMhm,â Your eyes follow his every move, and Leon has never seen you so enthralled during sex. Heâs used to you laying on your back like a dead girl, legs over his shoulders, letting out the occasional grunt of discomfort.
His head dips low, the sheets are long forgotten, crumpled at the foot of the bed. Danteâs big hands spread your cheeks apart, licks into your cunt, flicks his tongue over your clitâ and you moan like you never have before. Back bowing off the bed, covering your mouth with a balled-up fist, chest heaving.
âThat good, baby?â Dante hums, his teeth scrape over your clit when he pulls back the hood, and you squirm.
âSo good, so goodâ âs so fuckinâ good, god!â
Alright, canât be that good, now youâre just putting it on to piss Leon off. Youâve never sucked his dick well enough for him to moaning like that. Then again, his dick doesnât have a million nerve endings. The sounds Dante is making are downright lewd, unnecessary even, youâre dripping all over his face, his chin wet and shiny with your pussyâ then he makes the jump. A move thatâs bold even for a dude as outrageous as Dante, his pink tongue follows the natural trail from pussy to asshole. Licks the puckered rim till you relax, and thereâs no resistance from you whatsoever. Youâre just letting this grimy bastard eat your fucking ass? Even Leon hasnât gotten that far, not that heâs asked, not that heâs ever thought about it - something about the second hole just feels wrong.
Dante spits on it, manages to get his thumb in nicely, then he sits up, leaves you empty. âJust a little girl takinâ big things, arenât you? How am I sâposed to fit in this tight cunt without breaking it?â He tilts his head to the side, eyes droopy like heâs drunk on pussy juice alone. Probably is. Shit is potent. Especially when youâve been nose-deep.
His brother only smiles, gives a pointed look to Leonâs dick straining against the fabric of his boxers, the sticky wet patch. âThatâs why she wants cock so bad, huh?â Leon is not small. His dick is just right, itâs fine, itâs sufficient. Thereâs nothing wrong with it, but he cups a hand over his bulge to hide it from Dante.
Dante shucks off his pants, and yeah, Leon really is the little brother in every sense. He might as well just kill himself at this point, there is no winning against a dick that fat. Shitâs so big itâs hanging downwards, so heavy it canât even hold itself up. Some big fucking balls to level it out. Jesus, is he seriously admiring his brotherâs dick right now? Listen, itâs just got some real weight to it, and Leon has to say heâs impressed. Only seen this breed of horsecock in porn.
âGosh, Dante,â Youâre lovestruck, cockstruck, a trembling hand reaches forward to cup his heavy balls, then wrap it around the base, and itâs honestly so big your thumb and middle finger struggle to meet.
âDonât throw her around like that, oh my god.â Leon frowns, catches your head from knocking against the headboard when Dante manhandles you onto your front. âJust be careful.â If you told Leon heâd be watching his brother fuck his little girlfriend from behind with a thumb in her ass, heâd say, yeah, sounds about right. Some shit that would happen to a guy like me.
âShe can take it.â Dante says, then heâs sheathed inside with a single glide of his cock, no resistance whatsoever. Youâre that wet. Dripping down your thighs. God, heâs never seen you get so worked up. âCanât you, babe?â
âYes, please, just give it to me please, Dante,â Now thatâs begging, not that shit you were doing earlier. âWanâ it so bad, please, might die, Dante.â
âAlright, okay, baby, only âcause you asked so nicely.â He snickers, wraps his arm around your front and then fucks into you so hard the bed rocks. Headboard hits the wall. Stuff you see in movies. God, his poor girl, youâll be ruined once Danteâs done with you.
âOh my god, oh my god, Dante,â You mewl an endless string of expletives, arch so your hips push back onto his fat cock, and your eyes roll back into your head, and thereâs spit trickling down your chinâ Holy fucking shit. Itâs like watching a porno play out. Hell, it might very well be a porno. Câmon, whereâs the camera, is this Danteâs new side gig? Is this keeping his lights on, his fridge full, his water running? Wouldnât put it past him.
Once he creams your hole, Danteâs quick to spread you apart with his big hands, youâre still gaping. âGo on, Leon.â He says very simply, smiles the way he always does when he suggests something outlandish. âClean her up.â
Leonâs never eaten pussy from the back, itâs impolite. Crude. Thatâs the general consensus, right? And Leonâs a feminist, heâll eat a pussy that sits itself on his face, heâll snuggle up between a thick pair of thighs - but from the back, oh, itâs just obscene. Still does it though. Eats his brother's thick cum from your hole, sucks on your swollen clit, laps till thereâs nothing left thatâs dirtier than his own tongue. Then he goes to bed with a hard dick and the taste of his brotherâs cum in the back of his throat. Heâll sleep it off.
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