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Either one of our mutuals are having a brainrot or someone brought Origins back
#please let it be the latter plea#front: kas#mcyt#nap posts their thoughts#origins smp#origin mod smp
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proneboning—it’s HIS favorite position. there’s just something so very tantalizing about pinning you flush to whatever surface he can manage and completely ravishing you beneath him. and you? you love it just as much.
your pretty face pressed deeply into the sheets, leaving you to helplessly writhe and moan beneath the weight of your lover. your tiny fists fisting the sheets, bracing for every powerful, mind-numbing thrust as you feel his thick, heavy cock pounding the deepest depths within you. your shrill moans and pleasured wails becoming muffled by the duvet beneath you as you’re smothered beneath his hardy, masculine frame. you can feel his heavy weight and muscled chest boring down on your back, crushing and pinning you firmly into a mattress in such a delightful way as every one of his powerful, carnal thrusts, aided by gravity and his heft, pounds you further and further into submission—as if every singular one is bellowing MINE, MINE, MINE, from the lewd echos of your bedroom walls.
you can’t catch your breath, you can’t speak, you can’t even think. you’re reduced to a babbling mess, your weeps of sheer ecstasy matching that of your glistening, weeping cunt as it gushes around his thick shaft with every obscene clap of his pelvis PLAP, PLAP, PLAPPING against your bubbly ass.
“yeaah, that’s it.” you can barely make out his gruff voice as his lips press to the shell of your ear, his heavy pants mixing with near-feral growls as he struggles to maintain his own composure.
amidst his unforgiving pace, you feel his muscled forearm snaking around your waist, his meaty palm, and equally thick digits pressing against the fatty part of your lower belly to feel that prominent bulge that forms every time he bottoms out within you. “y’feel me in here too, princess? bullying that pretty womb of yours? haah, fuck. thaaat’s it. sing for me, angel. let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”
so you do. you cry, you shriek, you mewl—“singing” praises of his name, how big his cock is and how good his cock feels inside of you, how you can’t take it because it’s “too much," as well as contradictory pleas of him to slow down followed by depraved cries of “please, please, fuck me harder!”
that’s not good enough for him, though. c’mon, princess. use your dumb little brain. you think he can hear you when you're nose-deep in the sheets? don’t worry, he has a solution for that.
nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of a broad, bulging bicep snaking around your neck, the crease of its forearm and elbow resting tautly against your windpipe as he wrenched your head up from the sheets and began to squeeze. he balled the fist of his other hand and used his strength to pull back the latter, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your heightened moans catch in your throat.
“say it again for me, pretty. y’like my fat cock fuckin’ you up? like me using you like the pretty pocket pussy you are? yeah? ngh, shit. c’mon, lighten up, princess, you’re chokin’ my dick here.”
“y-yes! yes, yes, yes! oh, f-fuck yess! m’gonna cum, hah, mpfh! m’gonna cum!!”
he raises himself onto his knees, caging your petite frame in between both of his muscular thighs as he pounds into you with more ferocity than before, like a ravenous predator claiming every ounce of his darling little prey. he was always so, so generous, most of the time. who was he to deny his little angel her precious orgasm?
“do it. c’mon, make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, you dumb slut.” he would snarl against you, his teeth and sharp canines grazing the shell of your ear.
you did so graciously; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and incoherent swears. your glassy eyes spilling with fat globs of tears that rolled down your cheeks could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register him slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy insides, pumping you to the brim with his virile seed that threatened to bloat your lil’ tummy.
he let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, your head resting soundly on the crevice of his elbow between his bicep and forearm. he had yet to pull out of you, even after you had come down from your high, and his cock had long since ceased languidly pumping the ropes of his creamy, heavy seed deep inside of you.
“shh, i got you, angel.” he eased your twitchy frame and panting mewls with an affectionate, breathless kiss to your forehead.
“always such a good girl, f’me.”
blue lock: KAISER MICHAEL. SHOEI BAROU. nagi seishiro. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. KARASU TABITO. EGO JINPACHI. otoyo eita. OLIVER AIKU. isagi yoichi. BACHIRA MEGURU. RAICHI JINGO. LORENZO DON. SHIDOU RYUSEI.
jujutsu kaisen: nanami kento. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. OH MY FUCKING GOD TOJI. SUKUNA. SUKUNA. SUKUNA PLEASE GOD SUKUNA. GOJO SATORU. mahito. HAKARI KINJI. todo aoi. zenin naoya.
genshin impact: WRIOTHESLEY. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. ragnvindr diluc. ARATAKI ITTO. tighnari. SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER. HEIZOU. IL DOTTORE. PANTALONE.
kimetsu no yaiba: SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI. UZUI TENGEN. rengoku kyojuro. RENGOKU SHINJUROOOO. IGURO OBANAI. KIBUTSUJI MUZAN. akaza. kokoshibo. DOUMA. HANTENGU CLONES. GYUTARO,
tokyo revengers: mitsuya takashi. KAWATA NAHOYAAAA. SHIBA TAIJU. BAJI KEISUKE. HANEMIYA KAZUTORA. haitani rindou. HAITANI RAN. RYUGUJI KEN. sano manjiro. SANZU HARUCHIYO. akashi takeomi. imaushi wakasa. TERANO SOUTH. sano sinichiro. HANMA SHUUJI.
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The answer quickly ends up on the list of those that do not need to be expressed: it is not even clear which of the two bridged the distance between their lips, at one point they seem to have met halfway as if they had been waiting for nothing else for days. Maybe that's how it really is: Aziraphale's gazes never lacked that vague aura of desire whenever his eyes grazed Anthony's mouth for an instant, and the latter, on the other hand, never made a secret of his lust. But he was patient, had been for weeks and months, and now that he was allowed to kiss him...
Never mind the pact, because all the unclaimed kisses he has put aside as if he were saving for better times: and this is probably one of those now, because his mouth is warm and needy, and Aziraphale's lips are inviting and accommodating, guiding and following him at the same time, conceding themselves without fear and asking, asking for more with every slight sigh.
Anthony has no concept of his body when he kisses Aziraphale. He does not know where to put his hands and legs, he does not know how he finds himself straddling the Lord's body, he does not know when his fingers cling to his shoulders or sink into his soft curls. All he is aware of are the Lord's hands on his hips and back, in a firm grip that holds him in place, the tip of the nose pressing against his cheek and Aziraphale's lips moulding to his own in a moist but sterile kiss, which is all Anthony has ever wanted and at the same time nowhere near enough.
Then he ventures like an adventurer into the depths of a dangerous cave, opens his lips and for the first time, at last, on the tip of his tongue touches Aziraphale's sugary mouth. It is an imperceptible touch, really, it is not invasive, but it is an invitation, a request - perhaps a little plea, an attempt to have something more, just a little more...
Aziraphale tightens his grip on Anthony's hips for a moment and pauses in that kiss as if he is still putting his mind to it and cannot let go, as if he is anchored with his whole body to reason, and the artist sees the danger there. In a moment of lucidity as swift as it is instinctive, he makes a decision and throws precautions to hell. He presses his mouth to the Lord's, lips parted as he captures his lower lip and slowly sucks it, teases it with his teeth and releases it. Hot breath on the offended skin. Then he tries again, and even though Aziraphale has stopped responding to the kiss Anthony insists, moves his lips over the blond's, does not stop, feels the Lord's strong fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt in a silent prayer that he has no intention of listening to.
"I can hear you thinking," Anthony whispers without stopping kissing him, bending his head a little more, pressing his body to Aziraphale's in a warm invitation, yet another. "Don't, please, don't," he whispers, and in the pleading tone he uses there is a hint of desperation he cannot control. He clings to what he has earned with all his might and has no intention of letting go.
And he does well.
#good omens#good omens art#ineffable husbands#good omens au#gomens#crowley#good omens crowley#anthony j crowley#long hair crowley#good omens fanart#aziracrow#aziraphale#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#good omens fic#good omens human au#sugar
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ENTANGLED IN YOU — FLOWER KNOWS BEST!
click me!
ellie williams x reader
a/n: this is definitely something! idk do you guys like dialogue heavy parts? i wanted it to feel very tense and rushed like it would in a scene. whatever this is just for fun!
tags: @onlinelesbo, @seraphicsentences
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“holy fuck! holy fuck.”
“shit.”
you both scream out in terror at the sight of each other. before you, the freckle faced woman is tied to a chair with rope. eyebrows furrowed as she regains consciousness and realizes where she is.
“who are you? are you looking for the cure?” you point the pan at her, using it to size her up.
“this has got to be some kind of sick fucking joke. cure? who are you?”
“i asked you first.” you reply snarkily, holding the pan closer to her face.
she struggles with the rope a bit, reaching for the switchblade that’s usually in her pocket. once she realizes it’s gone, she visibly becomes angry. “i’m a person who wants to get out of these fucking ropes.”
you back away a little bit, putting the pan down. her face softens as she studies yours. it’s clear that you’re just scared. more than she is. you look around for a pair of scissors.“i thought you were someone else.”
“someone else, huh? i’d hate to see what you do to them.” she slumps further in the chair, surrendering to the restraints.
“where are you coming from? i thought that everyone out there was infected.”
“how long have you been up here? infected have been dying out since the cure was created. there are settlements everywhere.”
“i knew it was a settlement! the one with the festival lights.”
“yes. alot of them have those.” she deadpans.
you revel in excitement and prepare to rapid fire questions, especially ones about the cure she mentioned, but you’re interrupted by the sound of doctor calling from below. you look at the mystery woman, and she looks at you. before she can scream for help you jump on her. the two of you fall to the ground with your hand on her mouth. she licks it, causing you to give her a disappointed look.
“if she finds you here she will kill you. you need to-“
“flower!”
“you need to shut up. i’ll hide you in my room. please, don’t make any noise.” you plea.
you look into her eyes, an iridescent verdant, light shining into them. they meet yours and she sees you. all your fear and confusion. she nods, and you lift her up, dragging her into your room.
“flower? flower!”
“coming!”
the world begins to move in slow motion. possibilities unraveling themselves in your mind. you pull the lever, and put on your best inconspicuous smile.
“did you check on the lights?” you rush.
“no hello? don’t be rude flower i-“
“hello. did you check the lights, doctor?”
she lets out a deep breath, looking over at you with compassion and sadness in her eyes. “i did. i understand you were excited but i was right. nothing out there but remains and infected. no viable life except for the land.”
you don’t know what to say. you’re not sure if she’s aware or if she’s lying to you. the former is somewhat comforting but you’re leaning towards the latter, following a feeling in your gut.
her watch goes off and she rushes to hug you. “i’m sorry sweetheart, i have to go again. i’ll be back in three days time. i promise, i’ll make this birthday extra special.” she places a kiss on your forehead and quickly rushes back down the tower.
you have to stand with yourself. soaking in the moment. questioning the person you’ve been with your entire life and putting their word against the stranger you just met. a series of scenarios running through your mind-
“where’s my switchblade?” the mysterious woman interrupts.
“fuck- sorry. i forgot you were here.”
you watch as she rubs her wrists. you always did tie terrible knots.
“you forgot i was here? you tied me up and told me your friend was going to kill me if i didn’t stay quiet.”
you shake your head. “we don’t have to go over the details. i’m sorry. i hid it somewhere.”
“well, can i have it back?”
the gears begin to turn in your mind. cooking up an idea so cartoonishly that you can swear a lightbulb formed over your head.
“i will give you back your knife-“
“switchblade.”
“whatever. i will give it back if you take me to see the lights.”
“i could just kill you.”
“and you’ll leave without your knife-“
“switch. blade.”
“because i’ve hidden it where you’ll never be able to find it.”
she rolls her eyes. “seriously?”
you inch closer to her. “please. i promise i’ll give it back to you, i never break a promise. i just need to see the outside world. i’ve never been allowed to leave this place.”
she stares at you for a moment. eyeing you up and down. “did you hit me over the head with a frying pan?”
you suck your teeth, crossing your arms and huffing. “listen. i will give you whatever you want and more if you show me the festival lights .”
“they’re normal lights?” she corrects.
you can feel your patience waning. “i should’ve kept you tied up and taped your mouth shut.”
“i should just kill you.”
“no!” you shake your head rapidly “please. what’s your name? doctor calls me flower. what’s your name?”
she hesitates. “ellie.”
“ellie. it’s nice to meet you ellie.” you smile but she’s not in the mood.
“i will give you back all your stuff, some paintings and sweaters i’ve made. even a portion of a cure doctor made using my blood if you-“
“your blood?”
“yes, i’m immune. i actually shouldn’t even be telling you that…”
everything else is a blur for ellie. thoughts race through her mind as she realizes the seriousness of what you’ve just confessed. and she thought she was the only one.
“okay. fine, whatever. i’ll take you to see the ‘lights’ and then when i bring you back you give me my stuff. and the cure.”
this is an offer you can’t refuse. a chance at uncovering the truth. an opportunity to explore the world in a way you never had before. and you must make it there and back in three days time.
“deal.”
#bunnie can speak? ☆#ellie williams#・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie#ellie williams x reader#bun’s asks ꕤ#bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams imagine#princess au#tlou fanfic#tlou headcanons#ellie williams tlou#fanfic series#wlw imagine#wlw fantasy#wlw fanfic#ellie x reader fluff#ellie williams the last of us
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His little girl. || Xavier thorpe x reader
Warnings , size kink, P in V, unprotected sex, cussing, readers a vampire .
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader and Xavier are dating, but reader has a kink her boyfriend isn't aware of..
You where Xavier thorpes girlfriend, also a vampire. You where known at nevermore because you where a special type of a vampire, not like the normal ones. Your venom, is poisonous and like a drug, you can control if you poison someone with your bite, thats what makes you special. Also the fact that you age like a human but you can never die, unless someone stabs you with a stake to your heart.
On your first day of nevermore when your dormmate, enid, was showing you around your eyes couldn't help but wonder on a certain someone, a tall, skinny, pale boy with long hair was on a latter painting, as you where looking at him he looked back and you quickly looked away. Later that day when you walked into Ms. Thornhills class, you saw him again smiling at you, you sat next to him and you guys became friends. Well, best friends, then you two started dating. He was head over heels in love for you, you felt the same, there where so many things about him that made your heart flutter, but one thing stood out, your height difference.
Your boyfriend was 6'2, you where 5'0. So that means that he's a whole foot and 2 inches taller than you, something about the way he looks down at you, the way he has to bend over to kiss you or to hear you or to tell you something, the way he's so much bigger and stronger than you, the way his hands are way bigger than yours, just everything makes you so crazy, absolutely crazy. And he feels the same way, he loves how much smaller you are compared to him.
You love the way his hands can cover your boobs when he grabs them, just like what hes doing right now as he's pounding into you, fast and hard, while your a moaning mess under him, legs shaking and your hands hold his arms. "mmmm, fuck xavi, m'fuck me so good!" You say, completely cock drunk. Xavier just looks down at you and gives you smile at how much he's fucked you dumb, "I know baby I know." He coos, you whine and bit your lip as you take one of your small hands of his arm and slide it down towards his chest, then to his slightly seen abs, you run your tiny fingers over his abs then bring them back to where they originally were on his arm.
You clench around him thinking about how small you are compared to him again, he let's out a low groan and a small 'fuck' as he feels you clench your already tight pussy around his cock. "mmm fuck xavi, pl-please use me, de-s-story me plea- fuck!" You try to say while he continues ramming into you, not stopping. He seems shocked by your words because you've never said anything like that, but just thinking about how you are so small compared just makes you go crazy, so crazy.
He doesn't question it though and instead just keeps fucking you at a inhumane paste, to the point where your literally screaming. All that can be heard from his dorm is skin clapping, moans, and low groans. You start to feel your release coming quickly as he brings one of his big hands down to start rubbing circles on your red swollen clit, making your stutter and your mouth to make an 'O' shape while letting out a long loud moan. "mmhhhh, fu-fuck xavi m'gonna cum!!"you moan stuttering due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
"fuck, cum all over this dick baby" you hear Xavier say in a low raspy voice, his thrusts start getting sloppier and he starts moaning a lot more, with hearing his words you start to cum all over his cock, letting out loud pornographic moans, clenching around him. He reaches his release not to far after you, slowing pulling out and laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest to cuddle.
"What was that about you wanting me to use to you?" Xavier says while giving your head a kiss. "mm nothing." You say drifting off into your sleep already knowing he knew what you meant by that.
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could i req a threesome with charlos :))) thank u so much and happy holidaysss!
motorsport – cl16, cs55
genre: pwp, drabble
Carlos joins in on some fun between you and your boyfriend on the way back to the hotel.
nsfw warnings under the cut!
18+ because... threesome, car sex, dumbification, degradation, dirty talk really, voyeurism/exhibitionism, edging
auds here... hope u like it anon and everyone :) sry this came so late!
You giggle into Charles’ hair when he bites into your neck, mumbling a flirty stop it when he nibbles another mark just under your jaw. His lovebites are notoriously difficult to cover up, always settling into the darkest of blues and purples that no concealer can win against.
But that’s not what you’re worried about. That’s not what’s slowly dragging you out of the reverie of your inebriated state, forcing you to sober up and think with clarity. Charles is busy, kissing along your jaw, letting his thumb ghost over your tits, alternating those touches with hasty yanks of your dress upward.
It’s the fact that Carlos is fully sober, barely two feet away, driving all of you to your hotel.
“Charles, baby,” you say, louder this time. You suddenly feel shy remembering Carlos’ presence, like a kid caught stealing a cookie. “This can wait.” He stops moving against your neck, lets his lips travel upward until they’re pressed against your ear, then turns away from you and toward the driver’s seat in front.
“I really don’t think it can wait,” Charles says. “Do you mind, Carlos?”
“Mind what?” The latter coughs, feigning disinterest.
“Watching my girlfriend cum in the backseat.”
A thick, tense silence spreads like fog over the car. You shut your eyes, body welling up with shame and yet arousal at the thought of being watched, played with. Used. You push your raked-up dress down further, but a hand circles your wrist to stop you. It’s a signal. Wait.
“I don’t,” Carlos says, voice low. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Charles says, smiling, “why don’t you give him a show?” You bite your lip, nodding, letting your boyfriend drag your dress upward, higher, until all you see is black lace. The delicate material is pushed aside to make way for Charles’ fingers, teasing against your pussy.
He runs a knuckle in between your folds, his thumb rough against your clit. You throw your head back. “Please,” you whimper.
Carlos can’t believe what he’s listening to right now. Prior to this, you’d been Charles’ girlfriend, the funny, pretty girl he saw every so often during race weekends. But it takes one bottle of Fireball—now you’re moaning in his backseat. Giving him a show. He knows he shouldn’t like this so much, but he’s painfully hard, and even more painfully close to swerving this car off the highway.
For his own sake, he’s actively trying to hold off on looking into the rearview mirror unless he feels he truly needs to, because he knows what he sees is going to be the death of him.
Behind him, you rut against Charles’ fingers, a silent plea for him to stuff them into you. He’d gotten you into this mess, might as well grant you an orgasm, too. But your grinding does nothing but make you so much wetter, until his fingers are almost dripping with your slick. A frustrated, quiet moan slips out of you. It’s not enough.
“Carlos, mate.” You blink—why is Charles calling his attention? “Apologies for this little brat beside me. She’s made a bit of a mess.”
Your eyes travel down, shame running through you at the sight of your slick dripping onto Carlos’ car seat. You really did make a mess, you think, whining when Charles knocks his thumb against your clit to gain your attention.
Carlos clicks his tongue. “I’d been told you were a good girl,” he says. You pretend to remain nonchalant, eyes trained on the road ahead, suddenly cornered. Charles chuckles beside you, remarks some crass sentence about how you just got even wetter.
“I am good,” you insist. “I’ll prove it.”
Your boyfriend shoves two thick fingers into you, watching and feeling you clench around him, more slick pouring out of your tight hole. He thrusts them in and out, pushing you into a blissed out state. You grind harder against his hand, involuntary moans escaping your mouth as you near release.
You’re so tight, so close, in such a short amount of time—Charles can guess why. He stuffs a third finger in, doesn’t wait up for you to feel the stretch as they pump in and out of you. Your brain is clouded, focusing only on how his fingers press, hard and insistent, against the spot inside of you that makes you whine.
He doesn’t slow down, reaching deep and rubbing against your g-spot when his other hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your mind is barely coherent, eyes fluttering with ecstasy. You gonna be a good girl? He asks.
You nod, delirious. Then he says: Go apologize to Carlos.
Suddenly shy, you freeze and shake your head, but his fingers slow as a result. It’s clear he’s telling you, not asking, and you grit your teeth and throw your head back. “I said apologize, sweetheart,” he says, voice deceivingly charming as he feels you pulse around him.
“Carlos,” you say, shaky, “I—I’m sorry.”
Charles takes a moment to thrust even harder, to muddle your brain even more, get you drooling and dumb just for them. You’re losing your train of thought, Carlos knows this, but still he asks, “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for making a mess,” you say. You could sob with how intense Charles’ fingers fuck into you, fast into your greedy, sopping cunt. “A big mess. Made a big mess.” Your voice is damp and breathless with the need to cum, your hips rolling to meet Charles’ hand. He rubs your swollen clit in tight circles, knocks louder whimpers out of you. All anyone can hear is the squelch of your pussy and your pathetic moans.
“Gonna cum, princess?” Charles asks, voice rough against your ear. You nod desperately. You can almost taste release, climax—then. “Carlos, should we let her cum?”
Charles continues thrusting and you stave off your orgasm, whining. He’s basically using you, holding a coherent conversation while he drives you to finishing. Carlos tuts. “She’s been good, Charles. Go ahead, let her cum.”
“You have, haven’t you?” Charles asks, and you nod along, biting your lip to channel your pleasure somewhere. Your eyes gravitate toward the rearview mirror, glassy and huge, waiting for Carlos to look. To give you attention, to see how wrecked he and your boyfriend have gotten you in the backseat of his own car. Charles has you shaking and eking out whimpers and moans then, so overwhelmed with pleasure you’re gushing slick all over the seat again.
Your tongue lolls out and you gasp, meeting Carlos’ eyes right then. “Fuck, Charles—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Carlos, I—!”
He thrusts one last time into your overstimulated pussy, your thighs shaking as your release spills all over his wrist and the seat. You pant, spent. Blinking through the haze of your orgasm, you find yourself belatedly realizing you’ve been parked at the basement level already.
Carlos unbuckles his seatbelt. “About that apology, baby...”
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please. please elaborate on gale penis (imagine me on my knees looking up at you pathetically shaking with big tears in my eyes)
a/n: ask and you shall receive
tags: 18+ minors dni, cleric reader, sacrilegious content (i think), male receiving oral, set in act 3, cum swallowing, fem reader - let me know if i missed something!
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝚶𝐍 𝚶𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐏𝚬𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐑𝚶𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘
Gale thinks you to be sweet - and finds you can be messy in equal measure. You are not refined, you are young and inexperienced. The latter changes everyday and night, however, when you grow more familiar with the taste of his lips and the pleasure he brings onto your skin. Which usually means his head is buried in between your legs for just shy of an hour.
Gale is many things to many people, a charming gentleman, a learned wizard but not coy. Never does he not know what he wants and most nights what he wants is you crying on his tongue while he squeezes as much of your pleasure he can from you at the end of each day. It appears even this is being proven part in what he teaches you, the way you drop to your knees with the same fluidity you display when you pray to your god, after tugging his robes most insistently. You murmur pleas, begging for him to disrobe and Gale wishes he had the heart to soothe you with words before letting the fabrics that cover his form loose from their bindings. His purple overcoat is undone but still on his shoulders when you tug at his bottom layers until they are down to his thighs. His cock is half hard - you always pull at the strings of his lust with a simple smile and Gale blames it on his year of celibacy for his sensitivity.
You take the head of him into your mouth, the tip of his cock that leaks pearls that can be found in the clams that enjoy the Waterhavian sea and lick him sweetly, reverently. Your pretty eyes are closed - settled into the rhythm that you suckling mouth sets. You lick, you suck and wrap your hands that heal his wounds so lovingly around the base of his shaft. He shivers under your grasp like your touch alone electrifies him. It most likely does given the way he breaks into gooseflesh and shivers at the sight of his slick clinging your lips when you pull away to take a breath. His hand settles on your head, thumb rubbing at the pointed tip of your ear.
“I didn’t expect a cleric to be so ravenous - you should maintain a bit of your holiness shouldn’t you?” Gale teases emptily, his petulance for verbosity shining even when on the frayed ends of lust that seek to devour him just as the dormant orb that rests on his chest. You open your eyes at just half mast; it’s almost to drive him to madness to gaze at with such sinful eyes.
“I’m not a holy person tonight,” you utter with your voice rough. Your hand, the right one finds itself setting a soft pumping pace that makes heat curl around the base of his spin. You press the gentlest of kisses to his slit, let him leak over your lips that shape the words of prayer often to your dawn god now taste like the salt of him. His cock has a weight that makes it burn in your soft grasp, seven inches from tip to hilt and the thick hair free from any gray strands tickle you when your hand or head brushes against it. Every inch of Gale is perfect in your eyes, and you close them to place more saccharine presses of your lips to the shaft of him.
“I am weak to my desires. My need for you transcends any holiness.” you confess, the words heavy just like the cock you taste your tongue. Eyes closing as you let it slip on the underside of his shaft slowly and sweetly. Gale whines, high and thin letting his head knock back against the wood of the room you tugged him into but manages to let out one quip before succumbing to the pleasure you give him so easily.
“That’s quite bold..even vulgar perhaps.” He pants, eyes just as hazed as yours when begin to take the top of his into your mouth. You don’t say anything back this time, only moan at the taste of him and relax your mouth - and let your instincts do the work. You make it to the middle of him before swallowing again, breathing deeply through your nose as you keep pumping the parts of him you can’t take yet. His cock has a curve to it, going up to the sky the tiniest bit in a way that makes you squeal when it’s inside of you but rears its ugly head when you want it down your throat. You persist, your stubbornness won’t deny him his pleasure, he recalls fondly as you gag when the leaking slit of his cock pressed against the top of your throat. Through his own lidded gaze he watches how your thighs tighten - pressing together and growing sticky and wet with arousal.
Your pleasure is his pleasure, and his is yours. A rule written in between the marrow of your union and Gale groans at the idea of returning this sweet favor with the taste of your honey in between his lips. He whines when you succeed, taking all of him to the base with your nose pressed up against the hair on his pelvis. You are a sight for sore eyes, one that makes him almost weep from aching pleasure as you begin to grow teary eyed at the strain of your jaw to accommodate him. His bones burn, his blood bubbles and he murmurs your name like a prayer. His heart stops and he wonders if the orb could be going off.
Let it, Gale thinks as everything in him is spilling out for you to lick - to taste and to swallow, nothing could take him from this moment.
“Oh - oh, my sweet let me, let me pull out-” Gale begs with a ruined voice and a half thinking mind. There’s the vague notion of releasing into a tissue or in your hand, something that’s easier to clean but you don’t let him. You nudge yourself closer, letting the softness of your chest be pressed up against the thickness of his thighs as the river of your arms meets the ocean of his waist to keep him still as he finishes with a rough groan of your name. Pleasure makes his ears ring, blood thrumming behind his spotted vision as you swallow around the salty-sweetness of his release. You stay where you are, humming and moaning around his length sweetly until he hisses; pushing your head back until the final pearl rosary bead is spilled from him and onto your lips.
The satin skin is flushed, brightened and glistening from the shine of what you couldn’t swallow. Gale found himself in a trance, eyes blown out like the dark abyss that sucked the Weave into his chest as he let his thumb drag to wipe at a small bead left on his spent on your lip. You did not remove your gaze from his, letting your tongue catch and drag against the pad of his thumb with a small pleased huff. You kiss the digit faithfully and Gale shudders beneath the gentleness of your affection.
“Oh, my love. You will be the end of me.”he confesses to you, face lax and posture only supported by the Elfsong Tavern’s walls. You kiss the still sensitive, still reeling head of his cock and smile saccharinely at how he jumps from the sensitivity.
“I hope not, I can’t wait to worship you again.”
Well, Gale thinks, maybe he can hold on just a little longer.
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Hii!! I saw the first time/losing virginity with the founders and was wondering if you would like to do some of the other Naruto characters!! I had wanted to ask since i think request are open?? Anyways thank you and i love your writing so so much!! (This is a plea for anything Rock lee)
First Time - Virginity Loss || Rock Lee x reader
A/n : Hello dear, this is a very good idea to do this prompt with other characters of Naruto but genuinely this takes so much time to write as there is a lot of possibility for a character. Things can go in every ways
Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, first time, grinding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Word count : 1964
Again a character that I bet is a virgin. I mean look at him, he is always so dedicated to his training, when could he even have found the time to ?
In addition, I don’t think he has ever watched porn nor delved into this subject to know the erogenous parts of a woman's body. Even making children would have stayed a mystery for him if it wasn’t on the school science curriculum
You weren’t really the one to actually go to him and ask him to jump your bones, because he himself wasn’t the one to do something like this - did he even know he could ask ? - so you thought it was just as fine if it were to happen naturally by itself
And seeing how everything went so slowly today was certainly not the day you were expecting such a thing to happen
Yes you guys had a good experience in kissing matters. It seemed that it was the only form of language he had ever known when he was with you. For a hello, a good morning, a goodnight, a bless you, a you’re the best… and so on so for
Making out wasn’t something that happened a lot but as surprising as it was he seemed to know what he was doing during those heated moments
You were chilling in the living room, a book in your hand and a cup of warm tea / hot cocoa that was your best friend with how cold the weather was. A little before you decided you had enough of reading you heard the front door opening, announcing the return of your amazing and flamboyant boyfriend. Little did you know that those were only the premise of something you were eagerly expecting
His arrival was very quiet compared to what it usually is. He didn’t zoom to kiss you hello, nor did he brag on and on about the training he did nor how Might Guy was amazing. You decided not to point it out and wait for him to come up to you
After a moment he entered the living room, a not flashy at all good afternoon escaped his lips as he plumped on the couch, right next to you. Not bothering staying upright and slowly sliding on his side. It was really a pitiful scene to witness
“Love ?” you tried softly, your hand coming to rest and then rubbing in his arm “Did everything work all right ?”
For only answer he turned his head to face you and you literally saw waterfalls coming through his eyes. You knew he was quite the sensitive and passionate one so you didn’t freak out but still you were worried
It didn’t take you long to make him talk about what had happened that day. And it was quite the story, Might Guy had earlier this morning dared Kakashi to run across a frozen pond. During the race Kakashi was a bit ahead of Guy and the latter threw a kunai in the ice to disturb his opponent’s stride. But the karma struck at him and what was solid under his feet quickly started to crack. Kakashi managed to make it to the land and Guy, well he took a cold bath. He caught a cold and didn’t come this afternoon to Rock Lee’s training. It wasn’t really a problem per se, as your boyfriend trained as - and maybe more - hard and diligently as if his senseï would have been there. But still he felt like he didn’t do enough
“Please let me do everything today” he pleaded “All the shores, everything. And I’ll do even better than I’ve ever done”
You knew you couldn't even start to argue back because he wouldn’t have relented
Inching towards you he stated “I’ll start with our reunion kiss. I’m going to give you the most passionate one anyone, even me has ever given you” and with that his lips crashed - softly at first - onto yours
But then it got out of hand, and you didn’t really catch that kissing even more passionately would ineluctably lead to this. As you made out, you both felt your bodies started to tingle in places you didn’t know could feel like this
Still focused on kissing you like never before, Rock Lee kinda didn’t react to you being - by him - pulled on his lap, on his now quite straining bulge. It’s only when he felt like the kiss would be even better if he pulled you closer by the hips, when he felt you core grind on his erection, that he realized that he was painfully hard
A groan escaped his mouth, passing directly to your, his hand gripping your hips tighter and for just a second he froze, as if wondering if he could continue to kiss you, as if wanting to let you tell him if what he was doing was acceptable and respectable
You showed no signs of reluctance, quite the opposite in fact, you went back to kissing him hungrily but this time you were the one initiating the movement. You move your hips back and forth, grinding efficiently on his length, eliciting even more groans and somehow whimpers from him
After a moment of tantalizing friction you pulled back and you almost gasped when you saw the look his eyes were shooting you : he looked so fucking turn on
His hands held you hips still for a movement - as if he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to resist the power you had over him - his voice was hoarse as he whispered, making it even more intimate “And what if with this too I could show you that I can give my everything to make it the best experience for you”
“Please Lee” you moaned and his gaze turned even hungrier - you really made him snap
He didn’t lose any more time as he brought you to the bedroom. He carefully set you on the bed before turning to the drawer from where he took a condom. Why did you guys have those ? Well Naruto told him it was one of the strongest weapon against the pregnancy threat ( lmao I want children so much so don’t take the joke seriously )
His dark hair was already sticking to his forehead as his hands fumbled with the package, he was feeling so hot right now. And he seriously thought he was going to explode when he turned back to you and saw you naked before him, his face was so red, it could compete with the Uchiha’s Sharingan
It pumped even more pressure in his veins as he was now fumbling with his green suit ( how the heck is that green thing called ? ) His already hot and sweaty body stuck to the slim fabric as he tried to get it off of his sculpted body
After a long struggle, his length sprang free, standing proud and tall as he finally wrapped the protection on his throbbing member. He was now crawling between your legs, his mouth came back to yours and this time you could clearly feel his length poking and nudging against your thigh
He asked 2874624625 times before he was sure you were consenting. Once this done he carefully lined the tip of his needy member up with your entrance. His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pushed forward, making his way inside your tight warmth “Oh… this is mmh wet”
Moans and grunts cascaded from his lips as he concentrated himself not to act on the urge of simply slamming his hips into yours. With a little, delightful extra time he was finally fully sheathed inside you. He held still, far from wanting to cause any pain inadvertently
“Lee you can move now” you said softly holding back on your own sounds. But to your surprise he stayed still, as if he didn’t hear you “Lee ?” you asked again, but it seemed that feeling your velvety walls pulsing around him was the most distracting thing ever
“Huh what ?” he snapped back “Yeah yeah sorry I’ll just… ah” his body arched as he gave a subtle experiential thrust
He keeps a slow rhythm to make sure you’re doing fine, but as soon as he felt you were getting used to his size, he sped his pace. The room filled with the soft noises of his balls slapping against you, a soft thud in the darkness of the room
His want of making it the best experience ever for you became an overwhelming desire, one that pushed him to go faster and faster. He didn’t know how long he could hold back, he doesn’t know either where he can hold you to keep you in place without hurting you as he pounds into you
He may not be in complete control, he knows, no, he can feel you’re getting close - in the case he knows what an orgasm is. If not he is just going to hold back the pressure he feels in his stomach as much as he can. When you’re going to come you’ll tighten to viciously around him that he wouldn’t have any other option than to cum himself and fill the condom
As well as for making out he is surprisingly a good shot for some reason - you’re already planning on asking him if he has any experience - and he has luck too because his thrusts are getting so rough as he overs above that it allows him to graze your clit with his pubic bone
You’re gripping his arms so tightly you know there will be rest marks tomorrow. Suddenly as you feel your climax washing over you, you wrap your arms around his neck and swiftly pull him down for another heated kiss, making him gasp
As expected not long after he falls over the edge, his body spasms above yours, before his arms give out ( I tend to think that even for those ninjas sex is still somehow very draining ) he also moaned very loudly, making you very happy and grateful to not live in a terraced house
His arms snacked around you after he had pulled out and took off the condom, then he snuggled up against your warm body. His head nestled against your neck, his lips peppered your skin with soft kisses
At this point he doesn’t know anymore what he is doing, he is on autopilot as he nuzzles against you. He shivers and you pull the blanket over his naked body
And when you ask him if he is doing okay he goes “Huh ?”
“I said, are you happy with your performance ?” you teased
“I-I love you Y/n” he whispered, his fingers drawing patterns on your bare skin
For now you guys stay in each other’s arms and enjoy the afternoon, maybe take a nap or something, but either way you’re staying together
You chuckled at the effects the afterglow was having on him "I love you too"
That’s fine you’re going to wait to know if he was happy with your first time having sex. But he would only be satisfied if you were
From this day, love making became something casual that your boyfriend would always ask you about in the intimacy of your home, just to make sure you’re not missing anything - well with time he learns to be a little bit more implicit about it
He also somehow gets more protective of you, as if he kinda understood in a more complex way what it meant to date someone
There was only one thing he'd finally got wrong that day, and hopefully, this first time wasn’t going to the best experience for you, because with him many others would come, and each one better than the last
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Reborn Into Baldur's Gate 3 - Chapter 3
You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.
Chapter 3: You seek healing from Nettie for your injury, and you learn that you've forgotten more than you realize.
Word count: 2.1K
A/N: I can't remember if I mentioned this but I'm keeping the reader as gender neutral as possible!
You’re not sure who’s making a bigger fuss; Auntie Ethel or Tav. While the old woman fretted over you, even after giving you a healing potion and bandaging up your hand, Tav was distraught. He darted around you with a pout and furrowed brow, as if moving would solve your problems. Based on the fact that the arrow went right through your hand only so much could be done. The potion numbed the pain and increased your healing rate, but it was still a hole in your hand. Auntie Ethel insisted you go to Nettie, and without giving you a choice Tav lifted you into his arms and ran to the bottom of the grove.
Any pleas you gave about this being unnecessary went unheard as he came upon the three druids blocking the entrance to the circle. The fact the wound was already bandaged and, you know, on your hand and didn’t affect your walking at all was also ignored by the burly tiefling. The mother duck, it seemed, was terribly worried about her injured duckling.
“Stand back!” Jeorna orders, hand held out to stop Tav. You are barely spared a glance from the bear, and gnome, the latter of which pulls Jeorna aside to whisper in her ear. When she faces Tav again she says, “Kagha wants to see you, but tread carefully. We’re watching.”
This thankfully slows Tav to a quick walk, making a beeline for the stone door on the far right of the grove. The engraved stone slowly withdrew into the ground and Tav stepped into the cool dark of the underground cavern.
“I can walk,” you say.
When he only takes a few steps down you grab the collar of his leather armour with your left hand and shake. “Please let me walk.”
He’s hesitant, but lets you down. Between the potion and the adrenaline you can barely feel your hand at all, let alone the pain.
“Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
Tav’s worry for you is overtaken by the pleas of a child. Arabella. You’d forgotten all about her in the sudden rush to get to Nettie—even Lae’zel and Astarion had been left behind. You move down the steps, ignoring the pungent smell of the earth and stagnant water around you. You find Kagha and her wretched snake exactly as you would in the game, threatening a child scared of losing the first somewhat safe place she’s had since her city fell into a literal Hell.
“She is a thief, and she will remain locked up until the rite is complete.” Kagha lowers towards Arabella. “Be careful child, Teela is restless.”
Arabella cries harder but thankfully doesn’t move, even when the snake hisses at her.
“Thief?” Tav questions. “What’s the girl's actual crime?”
Kagha’s head whips in his direction. “Girl? She’s a parasite. She eats our food, drinks our water—“
You tune out, eyeing the snake and trying to will Arabella to stay still with your mind. She’s trembling and flinching with every move the snake makes. You wish you’d thought to pick up your staff so you could smack that hissing beast over the head. And Kagha, too.
“I’ll keep her out of trouble,” Tav says. You breathe a sigh of relief as Kagha agrees.
“Teela, to me,” she orders. The snake slithers to its master and once it’s at her heels Arabella runs from the cavern. You watch her go, lips downturned at the sight of her very not pixelated tears.
While Rath is reprimanded for mentioning Halsin’s name Tav whispers to you to go find Nettie. You look between him and Kagha, but nod. The druids don’t seem to mind you walking past them and into one of the back rooms where Nettie waits. Your pace is slow and as you step into the mud you notice your boots don’t sink into it. Instead the surface is hard as rock, and you only make an indent in the mud when you purposely jab the toe of your boot into it. Magic boots, you wonder. But there’s no time to think it over as you move to the stone room.
Nettie is on the right healing a bird, uncaring or not noticing the commotion just a few feet away. You wonder why she hadn’t stepped in, but maybe the mindflayer parasites were too much a concern to care about tiefling children and the Rite of Thorns.
Nettie’s hands glow with blue energy that flashes onto the bird, and she lets out a stressed sigh. “It’s up to you, now.”
The druid startles when she notices you from the corner of her eye. She doesn’t question why you’re there when she spots the bloodied bandage on your hand. You introduce yourself, unsure of what else to do.
“Auntie Ethel gave me a potion and bandaged me up,” you tell her. “I’m not sure what more can be done.”
“I can stop the bleeding, at least.” Nettie raises her hands and you hold your injured one out to her. There’s a tingle on your palm as her hands glow blue, like a spider skittering across the hole. You shiver as the static wraps around your palm, and gulp down your anxiety when Nettie’s hands return to normal. “How’s that feel?”
You wiggle your fingers, feeling the tightness of a scab on the wound. “Amazing, thank you.”
“It’s strange,” Nettie says, observing your body with an inquisitive eye, “why didn’t the magic in your coat take effect and protect you?”
You look down at yourself, noting that nothing was torn in the earlier scuffle. While you’d felt the gravel and rocks dig into you they hadn’t torn the fabric, let alone cut you.
“I’m not sure,” you admit. So maybe Gale was observing you because of the magic in your clothes. “I reached out to stop the arrow, maybe I have to activate it?”
Nettie quirks a brow. “You don’t know how?”
You hesitate. “I…don’t remember anything besides my name and a few locations.”
She frowns, nodding at you. “I’m sorry I can’t help with that. Halsin probably could, but he’s not here right now.”
A darkness overcomes her features. You say, “I heard he was captured by goblins.”
“We’ll get him back in no time!” Tav’s cheery voice startles you as he appears beside you.
“Messengers and now hired help?” Astarion complains. “Is there anything you won’t volunteer us for?”
Tav laughs. “No.”
Astarion and Lae’zel are in the stone entryway, the druids beyond them watching with apprehension. Lae’zel’s upper lip curls into a sneer. “We must find the crèche, the teeth-ling has already marked the location of my kin upon the map. Our time runs short.”
With that the encounter with Nettie is triggered, and Tav takes over. Watching the familiar scene gives you some comfort. You already know that Tav will accept the wyvern poison, so there’s no need to worry about Nettie’s potential attack.
When Nettie leads you all into the back room, the door descending into the earth, you look at the surrounding books. The smell of stagnant water isn’t as strong here, instead replaced with a gentle scent of old paper and…dead body. The drow lays on the stone slab by Halsin’s work desk.
With all the attention on Tav you take a couple quick steps back to peruse the shelves, curious if they have any scrolls in them. But as you look over the stone tablets and scattered books you realize something that hadn’t occurred until now.
You can’t read them. The tablets you expected, but the books? Surely you could—you grab one from the shelf and flip through the pages, unable to discern the swirls and symbols written within.
“Oh no,” you mutter.
“Forget how to read?” Astarion says over your shoulder. “Or perhaps you just find The Recipes and Ruminations of One Dradeel of Tethyr truly abhorrent.”
You lift your head, finding him much closer than he’d ever been as you could count his eyelashes when he blinks. You take a step away, flip through a few more pages before looking at him again. “I can’t read.”
“Really?” He’s so amused by this, you think. “I was merely jesting but to think you can’t read…you could read before the parasite, couldn’t you?”
“I have literally no way of knowing,” you say. When you don’t elaborate and you find him tilting a head at you, you add, “I…only remember my name. Nothing else.”
“Well, you dress like an aristocrat,” Astarion muses, pacing a circle around you. He stops close enough that you can feel his warmth through your coat. You don’t have time to question why a vampire is suddenly so warm when he holds his right hand over your shoulder and reveals your bag dangling from his fingers. “And you certainly had enough gold on you to live like one.”
You snap the book shut and place it on a random shelf. “You got it back!”
When you spin around and reach for it he takes a step back, holding a finger up to your face. “Ah, ah, ah. What’s in it for me if I return this? I could just take it and skip off into the sunset to live like a king.”
Is there really that much there? No matter. “Please, hand it over.”
“Oh, so polite. Hm, let’s say this, you can owe me one.”
“Deal.” You step forward and snatch the bag from him, nearly spilling the contents as you open the latch and peer inside. Whatever excitement you’d felt before was gone. “It’s just gold.”
“Never have I seen anyone so disappointed to look upon a fortune.”
You close the top and unbuckle the metal lock on the strap, wrapping it under your coat and over your shoulder. Locking the buckle quickly the bag is once again secured at your hip. You tug the strap to ensure it isn’t going to fall, forcing a twinge in your palm. “I was hoping there would be something that would enlighten me to my identity.”
“Sometimes it’s a blessing to forget,” Astarion says, his eyes distant. “To be lost.”
Whatever pain you see on his face is quickly wiped away and replaced with a fake grin. “Don’t expect me to teach you how to read, that seems more like Gale’s thing.”
“Astarion…” You can’t help but want to reach out to him. You almost do but instead lift your left hand to rub at the bandage on your other palm. You can’t look away from his eyes, the sheer lifelessness in them. There is nothing you want more than to tell him he can escape Cazador, be free either as an ascended vampire or a spawn, but you can’t. So you say, “We’ll figure it all out. Everything.”
“Of course,” he agrees. His eyes narrow on you. “But remember what I said.”
“You won’t teach me to read.” You snicker to yourself, holding your injured hand up to hide your smile.
Astarion huffs. “You owe me.”
“Yes, yes.” You wave him away, pretending your debt is no big deal. “I owe you. But…thank you for getting my bag back. I know it’s not your thing to help people and you went out of your way to find it. I appreciate it. Truly.”
Astarion clears his throat, shifting his shoulders to straighten his posture. “I merely thought you would be a good person to have in my debt. Mind you that was before I learned you can’t read.”
His words are a stab in your gut. Not only did you not know who you are here, you couldn’t even read anything you might find that could help you! You’d yet to check the bag on your lower back, but the idea of more disappointment kept you from doing just that. At least, for a bit, you could live with the hope it contained something about yourself.
The longer you thought like this…the harder reality hit. A strange new world, no family, no friends, not even Tav really (but it was nice to know you hadn’t been abandoned yet). And a tadpole in your head. And a long road to Baldur's Gate fraught with peril. “I should go grab that staff…and thank Auntie Ethel.”
A deal with a hag was starting to look tempting right about now…
Up top you’re able to get your staff with little interference. A tiefling guard asked why you were going into the prison but allowed you entry—Sazza ignored you.
When you go to Auntie Ethel and thank her she assures you it’s no bother. “You’re still looking a might peaky petal. You’re sure you're feeling all right?”
You hesitate, shifting on your feet. The disguised hag steps closer, eyeing you with too much interest.
“You know I might have something that could help you,” she reveals. “I marked my home on your friend's map, talk to me there.”
Auntie Ethel leans in. “I have a feeling I know what’s got you in a tizzy, child.”
You gulp and nod, unable to do anything else. That old lady facade was dropped in an instant, and you wonder if she knows more about your problems beyond the tadpole.
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Hi Anna!🥺 I have a request for your winter wonderland sleepover🥺
Scenario: told parents about SO and now you have to rope someone into it for the holiday with Eddie🥺🥺
please i love this request sooo much!!
warnings: not proofread
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why?
that was the only question you could ask yourself as you hung up the phone.
why?
why in the world did i do that?
why did i say that?
you had to talk this out with someone and there was only one person who could help you make sense of this. so, you got in your car and drove to the trailer park.
"hey- woah," eddie started to greet you when he opened the door, but you were on a mission, beelining it to his bedroom. he just shut the door and followed you there. when he passed through the doorway into his room, he saw you lying on your back on his bed with your hands covering your face.
being your best friend, he could normally sense if the issue at hand was a more serious one or a dramatized one. today, he was picking up the vibe that it was the latter, so he crawled into bed beside you and copied your actions.
"why are we laying here like this?" he asked out loud, his voice muffled by his own hands.
when you responded, he couldn't make out many of the words you'd said. "can you repeat that? i only got because, christmas, and parents."
you lifted your palms up off your mouth but kept your eyes hidden by your fingers. "because i'm an idiot. i didn't want my family nagging me again about not having a boyfriend yet, so i told them there is someone when there isn't so now, i have to find someone in the next two weeks or show up at my parents' house with no one and get interrogated even more so than i would've if i had just kept my mouth shut."
once done with your explanation, you let your palms drop back down over your mouth and groaned into them. your body rolled over onto your stomach and closer to eddie. he moved onto his side and brought his hand to your back.
"hey," he started softly while rubbing between your shoulder blades in a comforting manner. "i'm sure it'll work itself out. how many times have you gotten yourself into something and figured a way out? too many to count, so i don't doubt you'll do it again."
suddenly, you lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him, a mischievous glint in your eye.
"that's your not-very-good-idea face," eddie commented. "i'm a little worried."
"i don't know what you're talking about. i only come up with great ideas and i've got another right now. but, it'll take some convincing."
"just spit it out already."
"you love me, don't you, eddie?"
"okay, now you're scaring me."
"well, i was thinking you could step in and be my fake boyfriend for the holidays, just to get my family off my back, you know. you don't have to kiss me or anything. at most, you'll have to hold my hand or kiss my forehead or be close to me. but, it's perfect because you know me so well already. we'll just have to come up with a backstory. eddie, i'll do whatever to make it up to you whether that be do your laundry, help with d and d stuff, do your homework, whatever, but pleas-"
eddie cut you off. "i'll do it."
you weren't expecting it to be that easy. "really?"
"yeah, why not? wayne's working on christmas so i'm free anyway and based on the stories you tell, i've always wanted to meet your uncle charlie. i get something to do on christmas and get to hang with my best friend. i would've said yes before the whole speech, but now that i know i can get some stuff out of you, i might cash in some of those favors later."
you jumped to wrap your arms around him. "oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, eddie! you don't know how much a relief this is."
"yeah," eddie spoke, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. that was the one thing he forgot about before agreeing to this whole thing. it was going to be hard to keep his crush on you hidden, but for you, he would risk it all. "no problem."
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"O, God of the Sea... Wouldst thou hear my plea? Must I stay aching for your presence, held captive in these desires that haunt me so?"
The wind blows against her face, and she stares wistfully into the sea.
"Please, My God, would that I could see you, once more..."
[i hope you didn't think i'd be in your inbox with normal delusions op, wink wink! <3
Amusement paints upon his facial features as he listens to her calling out for him. It is admirable, to say the least. He lets her words sing through his ears prior to appearing behind her as his arms snake around her figure, drawing her closer to him, her back against his chest as he leans in to whisper in a low tone against her ear, though his eyes gaze out into the sea while doing so.
I was gone for not long, did thou miss me that much? Worry not. Now that I’m here...
He trails off, his lips brushing along the side of her neck, brushing her hair over her opposite shoulder to resume the trail of kisses to the latter one.
Tell me, my devout follower. What dost thou desire from thine God?
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TREAT YOU BETTER! [2]
♰ featuring: itoshi sae + itoshi rin [blue lock]
♰ note: do i even need to mention how anticipated this part was? i will mention though, that it did take me quite some time to write this and i tried to proofread it to the best of my ability, but i do apologize if there are some minor errors. lastly, sorry for putting it off for so long due to my hiatus, i hope you all enjoy!
sypnosis: the itoshi brothers punish you for your 'infidelity'.
wc: 6.5k
content/trigger warning(s): 18+. fem/fem-bodied reader. POST BLUE LOCK. rin is 19. sae is 21. sibling rivalry. implied thick/chubby!reader. EXTRA MEAN!RIN. possessive!rin. cocky!sae. bully!itoshi brothers. they are both assholes in this fic. PRIOR MENTIONS OF CHEATING. degradation. unprotected sex. fingering. squirting. rough sex. DUBIOUS CONTENT. spanking. dacryphilia. slut-shaming. groping. double-penetration. implied size kink. skull/throat-fucking. choking/borderline asphyxiation. minor angst. hair pulling. manhandling. breeding. excessive mentions of drool/spit + rin's focused mode. IMPACT PLAY (face slapping, tit slapping, cock/pussy slapping). basically, they really fuck you up but they swear it’s out of love. aftercare! ꒷꒦
view part one of TREAT YOU BETTER here: part one.
If purgatory was real, you were most certainly in it now. Penalized for your past life's sins and transgressions, you were chained and perched atop a platform before your accusers, between the heavens and the depths of hell. Except now, that platform was Rin’s bed, and the only eyes upon you were his and Sae’s—the latter of which continued to bore into your own as the rhythmic slapping of his hips against your ass refused to cease. And even now, there was that sickening twinkle in his eyes, full of sinister joy as he basked in the warped satisfaction of your psychological suffering. How lovely he found you, those plump tears streaming down your ruined cheeks—if he could, he would frame that photo for his foyer. How your plump brims continued to babble out pleas for him to stop, for him to slow down, to please let you catch your breath so that you could process the situation you found yourself in, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not until you creamed around his cock in front of your pretty lil’ boyfriend, that is.
While you, on the other hand, were currently battling the inner turmoil the two demonic brothers were putting you through. In your head, Rin’s word’s played on a loop like a broken record, plagued to repeat that same damned phrase over and over again. ‘You told me you would wait, Nii-chan.’
They plotted against you, laid out the trap, and like the oblivious bunny you are, you stumbled right into the wolf’s den.
“Y’see this, Rinnie~?” Sae drawled breathlessly, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your hair to cup your jaw, manipulating your head in his sibling’s direction while he placed his chin atop your shoulder. Forced to once again meet the eyes of your lover, you would immediately notice the contemptuous and repulsed glare he used to stab into you like a searing, hot iron blade straight into your heart. But you could never miss the desire beneath his teal eyes—desire that almost turned his current enmity for you into lust. Should you venture to cast your eyes any lower, you would also observe the brewing tent inside his sweatpants, pushing the fabric to its absolute limit.
“What d’you think is making poor Y/N cry like this, hm? The fact that she’s been caught in her infidelity or this fat cock pummeling her tight cunt?” You could feel Sae’s wolfish grin against your flesh as he spoke, dragging sharp canines across the skin of your shoulder as his own teal oculars met his brother’s.
“Both.” Rin stated bluntly before his expression would twist sourly, his upper lip curling into a sneer while his eyes narrowed on you with malicious intent. “Though if I were to guess, I bet it’s your cock since she’s a little cockslut who can’t be satisfied with just one man’s dick.” He spat as he reached his hand up to undo the zipper on his windbreaker, pulling it down slowly to reveal his equally, if not more, built form than Sae’s.
“Oh~” Sae jeered much to your chagrin, slowing the pace of his hips so he could press himself flush against your ass and languidly hump his cock into you. Unfortunately, you were unable to keep your delighted mewls from slipping past your brims as his thick cock caressed your fluttering walls. “Y’hear that, princess? Even your boyfriend thinks that you’re a cock-addicted whore.” He used his grip on your hair and chin to mockingly shake your head back and forth, feigning pity in his tone to add more fuel to your smoldering fire.
He leaned into your ear, soft lips pressing right against your lobe as his teeth captured the soft flesh between his teeth, snarling lowly. “How d’you think he’d feel knowing that you were about to make a mess on my cock, huh?”
Amidst your whimpers and pleasured mewls, you frantically shook your head, trying your hardest to deny the accusation as Rin’s fixed glare on you only grew more scrutinizing. “M’not, m’not gonna—!” On the contrary, your body would deny your vehement retorts made prevalent by your quivering thighs, heightened moans, and the sinful way your walls clung to Sae's cock.
“Don’t fucking lie to me” Sae hissed in your ear, releasing his grip on your chin to quickly swat the fattened flesh of your breast, drawing a squeal from your lips. “Y’don’t think I can’t feel this greedy cunt sucking me in? Trying to milk me of everything I have, huh?”
“N-No! Ngh~! Sae, I-I can’t—”
Your cries were silenced when an opposing hand would soon grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet the second set of teal eyes belonging to none other than Rin. He glowered down at you, his blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. Even with your strong reluctance to acknowledge it, Rin's intense gaze was enough to make you clamp harder around Sae.
“Cum on his cock, Y/N.” He ordered, his voice barely above a twisted growl. “It’s the only thing pretty sluts like you are good at, right?” His grip loosened for naught but a second to drag the pad of his thumb across your drooling and babbling brims. “Unless, you’re not . . . care to try and prove me wrong?”
You tried—you really, really tried—to hold back your orgasm, to prove Rin wrong, but the tantalizing way Sae pounded his length into you was intoxicating—tainting your mind with one need and one need only—your release. Your fists pounded against Sae's thighs behind you, trying to get midfeilder off of you, or at the very least to slow down—but it was futile. Your back rumbled from the vibrations in Sae's chest as he chuckled, his forearm caging itself around your neck and the crease of his other forearm pulling back his balled fist to effectively lock you in an unforgiving headlock, depriving your brain of precious oxygen. With your resolve all but diminished, you finally came undone before both your boyfriend and his elder brother.
All you could see was white as your vision blurred and your body seized as the coil in your tummy snapped, allowing your juices to flow out of you, fruitfully drenching both your and Sae's lower halves as well as the sheets beneath you. Your cries and pleas of euphoria filled the room, drowning out the lewd and now wet smacking sounds of Sae's pelvis against your ass, as well as he and his brother's mocking jeers. Without both of their grips on your body, you would have collapsed from the sheer intensity of it all, your body going limp as the ferocity of your orgasm nearly knocked you unconscious.
“Fuck yeah,” Sae groaned into your ear, though you were barely able to register it as he fucked you through your orgasm. “That’s it; that’s the stuff. Ngh, fuck. M’gonna cum too, gonna fill your pretty pussy to the brim.” He grunted as his thrusts grew sloppy from his impending orgasm.
But it never came. At least, not in the way you expected it.
At the last second before Sae finally came inside of you, your body cruelly hit the sheets as you were no longer supported by the strength of both men. On top of that, you suddenly felt horribly empty as the midfielder’s cock was wrenched out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing—though you were hardly in any state to utter a rebuttal.
In your daze, you heard the sounds of a struggle and Sae's enraged shout as you writhed between the sheets and something hot shot against your ass cheeks and lower back. Groggily, you mustered enough strength to push yourself up onto your elbows to glance over your shoulder, only to see a fucked-out and infuriated Sae forced back onto his haunches as Rin held his light auburn locks in a vice grip, equally, if not more, irate than his elder.
“What the fuck, Nii-chan.” Rin snarled, tugging Sae by his locks as if to enunciate his anger. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t allowed to cum inside of her, so what the fuck was that, huh?”
At first, Sae remained silent and merely opted to match Rin's glower with a quiet one of his own. Your weary eyes slid down, taking in his semi-hard cock that rested against his toned thighs, strings of yours and his arousal clinging to his girth, the thick lifts and falls of his chest, and the sweat trickling down his abs. Then your eyes shifted to Rin, where you noted the hardness of his angrily-clenched jaw, the furious downward pull of his thick brows over his captivating teal eyes, blazing with anger and betrayal, and the undeniable bulge that tugged at the material of his sweatpants.
The way your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight was unavoidable.
They were both too fucking hot for your own good.
“It’s not my fault that her greedy fuckhole wouldn’t let me go.” Sae snapped, smacking Rin’s fist from his locks. “And besides. . .” Something sinister arose on his features, tainting his expression with the need to torment the forward. “You heard her, didn’t you? She likes the way my cock fucks her more than yours anyway.”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed after Sae’s bombshell of a statement. As you lay there, your heart raced, and a sense of unease washed over you, causing a pit of guilt to form in the pits of your tummy. Rin said nothing in response, staggering back from his brother with an incredulous and infuriated look before his face twisted into a maddened snarl, which Sae countered with a smug look. Had you looked even further, you could see the aura of their monstrous egos swirling around them, threatening to rip one another limb from limb.
“You motherfucker.” He growled, fists clenching with pure unadulterated rage as he lunged for his sibling yet again, only this time, you stepped in.
“Rin, stop!” You shouted, lunging forward to grab your boyfriend’s wrist before he could get his hands on Sae once more.
Rin's focus finally shifted to you, his eyes wide as clarity dawned on him for a moment, before the disdain and anger he felt for you at the time zeroed in on your form, immobilizing you where you kneeled. His fury was like a searing wave. It washed over you in that instant, and it was so intense that it made your knees weaken and your heart race. You’d seen him look at others like this before, but never directed at you before. His opponents, Isagi Yoichi, Shidou Ryusei, and even Sae on occasions, sure, but you? Never before in your life.
“You.” His tone was gutteral and animalistic, unlike anything you’d ever heard from Rin before.
Sae took advantage of the situation at that precise moment to slide off the mattress and out of dodge, but not before giving you a knowing wink and a sly look. Rin didn’t even seem to react to this. In fact, now that Sae was out of the picture, his arm dropped to his side, and you became the new target of his wrath.
It was as though you were peering into the eyes of a savage beast—of a starving lion who had finally cornered a gazelle who continuously fled and eluded the beast from her fate. Before you could react, Rin’s hands were on you, a strong hand wrapped around your neck to lift you from your haunches and into a proper kneeling position so that he could glower at you at eye level.
“Don’t you think for a second, Y/N, that you’re innocent in all of this.” He was seething, hissing through clenched teeth as you could feel his breath wafting over your frightened visage. “You know, the only reason that I returned home early from my jog was because Nii-chan told me that he had just arrived home? Do you know that it only took me ten minutes to come back after that?” You could feel his grip trembling in your veins, like he was holding himself back from lashing out at you further. "You mean to tell me that it only took him 600 seconds to strip you down and fuck you stupid on his cock in the mere minutes that he was here, huh? For you to forget your loyalty and love for me in only 10 minutes, Y/N?"
Tears that you hadn’t even realized had begun to spill streamed down your cheeks. Your heart ached with the knowledge that your actions had shattered trust and betrayed the trust of someone who had placed faith in you. In the midst of your tears, you struggled to find the right words to express the depths of your remorse. You wanted to take back your choices and undo the damage you had done, but you knew that you couldn't erase the past. It was far too late for that.
“But you know what,” Rin continued, his grip on your throat as well as his expression softening. “I’m not mad.” He whispered, his voice suddenly sincere. His hand left your neck entirely in favor of stroking your hair lovingly with his other caressing your cheek, a stark contrast to the unbridled wrath he had displayed toward you only moments before.
You blinked, dumbfounded. But you could not help but lean into his tenderness and crave his affection after such a strenuous situation, especially when he offered such gentle touches and words.
“Y-You’re not?” You whispered, your voice hopeful, as tears welded up in your eyes for a different reason now—out of joy.
Rin shook his head with the faintest of smiles on his face. “I’m not . . .” His tone remained soft, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead that you found yourself falling into. Almost immediately, you were melting into him, graceful for your boyfriend’s compassion.
“I’m furious.”
In an instant, a switch had flipped, and once again, Rin turned the tables on you. Before you could respond, his fist became unbearably tight at the crown of your hair, pulling mercilessly at the roots before he tugged your gaze to meet his, ablaze with fury. Now, it was your turn to look betrayed as your pretty eyes widened with both incredulity and fear as you gaped at your lover and the sinister look in his eye.
“But don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll feel much, much better after I blow some steam off by using your pretty body.”
You could barely manage a squeal as you were soon manhandled atop Rin's bed until you were lying on your back with your head hanging over the edge. Your vision turned upside down, and you craned your neck to look up at Rin, who was busy ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers until he was finally able to tug free his painfully hard cock right above your face. Your mouth watered at the sight of your lover’s well-endowed length at its full mast, thick, hot, and sweltering with a vein bulging along its otherwise smooth underside. His blushed tip drooled with pre, which he used to lube his hand as he pumped himself above you, unable to keep his gaze from wandering over your lewd, plump, and womanly body.
“Fuck,” He swore as he tossed his head back, allowing you to watch as his balls clenched and length twitched from the wave of pleasure that overcame him.
You noticed movement in the space between Rin's muscular thighs as you watched Sae sit in Rin's desk chair behind him, one arm resting on the arm rest while the other languidly stroked his semi-hard cock and one leg resting atop the other at the ankle. When he caught your gaze, he shot you a wolfish smirk, using your slick to roll his thumb around his reddened tip.
“Don’t look at me, princess. Look at your pretty boyfriend.”
At his command, your gaze rose, only to see Rin using his thumb to spread your lips and guide his cock into the warmth of your mouth. As you took inch by inch into your throat, you could hear your lover groaning above you, swearing something about you swallowing him down like it was nothing. Though it really wouldn’t be a punishment if he made things easy for you, would it?
Soon, he reached the hilt of your throat, and his balls were firmly nestled against your nose, allowing you to inhale his salty yet pleasant musk. Both of his large palms reached down to grab the sides of your head before his hips began to thrust himself in and out of your tight cavern, gradually picking up his pace until he was pistoning in and out of you without mercy. You spluttered and gagged, your eyes squeezing shut as you focused on breathing through your nose when you could as his balls pummeled relentlessly into your nose, making sure to smother you with his heavy orbs each time.
“Hngh, shit, Y/N!” Rin swore, his eyes torn between fixating on the sinful bounce of your large breasts from his unrelenting thrusts or the way his girth bulged your throat every time he bottomed out inside of you. “Taking this dick like it’s nothing, huh?” Rin hissed through clenched teeth as he grabbed both of your breasts in his palms and delivered merciless squeezes. “This is what sluts like you were made for, hm? Swallowing down cocks with no efforts, draining them of every last drop?” He paused, tossing his head back to groan as his balls churned beneath him. He had been pent up for so long that he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. “Never content with just one man’s dick inside of you, always craving more . . Fuck~!"
As 'effortlessly' as he described you accepting his length and brutish treatment, you still needed to breathe, which was proving to be an impossible task as his thrusts became more animalistic and sloppy. The harsh sounds of his tip bullying the end of your throat resonated off of the room, the wet “glrk, glrk, glrks” filling your ears and making your cheeks burn at the vulgarity of it all. Your hands reached up to his muscular thighs, seeking purchase from his lethal thrusts, only to have both of your wrists seized in one large hand and pinned atop your breasts. His other hand went to your nose and tightly pinched it, effectively stopping your only source of life—breathing—and adding to his savagery. The distinct pleasure moans he once emitted had devolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your typically stoic boyfriend.
“Take it, fuckin’ take it.” He spat as his hips stuttered. Then, without warning, he pressed himself against your face, the base of his cock hilting at your lips as his balls smushed flush against your nose, further deepening your struggle to breathe. You soon found yourself preoccupied with not choking as Rin's hot, steaming cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all down. That did not stop you from flailing beneath Rin, though, and he effortlessly wrangled you down and made you take rope after rope of his seed into your spasming throat.
You whined aloud, attempting to yell out to him that if he didn’t let up, you were about to pass out, but it was clear that he didn’t give a damn if you remained conscious or not. That is, until a few more agonizing seconds passed and black spots started to obscure your vision when Rin freed himself from your throat, his semi-hard shaft hanging over your face with strings of your saliva and his seed still clinging to his length.
You gasped for air, greedily gulping down sweet, sweet breaths of pure oxygen, and your lungs were more than thankful for the reprieve. Despite your blood pumping furiously in your ears, you could still make out the sound of a chuckle from behind Rin, belonging to none other than Sae.
“Damn, Rinnie. I thought you were going to kill her.” He snickered, still lazily stroking at his dick, which twitched in his palm when your eyes met yet again.
But there was no use concentrating on him, because Rin retreated a few steps and blocked your view once more. Looking up at him with your thoroughly ruined visage, you nearly gasped at the untamed lust swimming within his eyes. It was the same expression he would have when his ego took over on the field—hungry and damn near starving.
“Not yet.”
You felt rough hands grabbing at your body again, tossing you about as though you were a ragdoll, until you found yourself in an all-too-familiar position on your hands and knees. Those same hands seized at your plump hips and snatched you back until your ankles hung off of the bed, forcing a squeal to rip from your lips. Your hips jumped as Rin's blunt cock tip touched your clit, and your toes curled as he gave you several sharp smacks of his cock to your cunt.
“R-Rinnie.” You whimpered, casting a sidelong glance at him, your mouth slightly open in defiance of his actions, pleading for a break, if only to catch your breath before he pummeled you until you couldn’t see straight. However, your voice was cut short when you felt his hands seize a handful of your hair and tug at your head until your back was hard against his chest.
“Sluts don’t talk, Y/N.” He spat against your cheek. “They moan, get their pussies used, their throats fucked, and only say, 'Yes, sir, give me more.’ Do you understand me?”
You nodded silently, knowing that trying to talk sense into his head when he was acting this way was a fruitless endeavor.
“Good girl.” His lips brushed against your cheek in a fleeting kiss. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it’s begging me for me, understood?”
With the knowledge that answering out loud would be foolish, you nodded once more, suppressing a startled cry as he quickly brought you back down into his sheets, pressing your back into an almost painful arch with his hand planted firmly on your head. Rin seized his cock and sank it inch by inch into your tight cunt, evoking deep, guttural keens from you both without saying another word. He gave you a breathy, arousing laugh that curled your toes. He couldn’t believe that after all of this, your pretty pussy still proceeded to greedily suckle his cock as though it just couldn’t get enough.
He gave you no time to respond before he launched into his ferocious pace, pouring all of his anger, contempt, and hatred toward you into your abused hole in a way that left you feeling nothing but pure euphoria. Shouts and high-pitched cries of pleasure tore from your throat against your better judgment, partially muffled by the sheets he forced your head into. Your head was spinning, and your thoughts were focused only on how deliciously Rin pounded into you. His cock's mouth-watering curve made your thighs tremble and your knees weaken beneath you as he relentlessly pounded into your sweet spot. Observing your shaking limbs, Rin steadied your hips with both of his hands, using his improved grip to thrust more deliberately into your cunt, his thick girth bottoming out inside of you each time.
“Look a’that” Rin drawled breathlessly amidst the rhythmic clapping of his pelvis against your ass, the vulgar bouncing off of the walls. “My dick is so good you just can’t shut the fuck up, huh?”
“Ah, yes, yes, God, yes, Rin~!” You babbled, unable to stop the tears of ecstasy that squeezed from your pretty eyes.
“—But you love Nii-chan’s dick more than mine, right?”
Suddenly his ferocious pace turned into lackadaisical humps, ruining what immense pleasure had been building up within you and corrupting your mind with the need for more. You whined, one partially in desperation and the other in frustration. You moved your hips, trying to fuck yourself on Rin's cock, while craning your neck to get a better look at your boyfriend. Rin was no idiot, though. Having already sensed your intentions, his grip steeled on your hips, preventing you from moving further, much to your vexation.
“Ah, ah, Y/N.” Rin chided, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips with his eyes narrowed in amusement. He firmly pressed your ass against his hips, circling his length inside of you with agonizingly slow hip rotations that taunted you with just enough stimulation that it left you mewling for more. “Answer me first, you needy bitch.” A gleam of sadism twinkled in his eye, making your heart lurch in his chest at how closely he resembled his brother.
“N-No, God, Rin.” You whispered breathlessly, shaking your head in an attempt to think clearly amidst your cockdrunk haze. However, each subtle rotation of his hips against your ass stirred your thoughts in a way that only muddied them further. “I love your cock more, I-I swear—”
“—So you’re a cheater, a whore, and a dirty little liar, Y/N?”
Your breath hitched in your throat, pushing yourself up from the mattress to now see Sae standing in front of you, glowering down at you with the same, if not more, sadistic gleam in his eye. Not daring to break your gaze from his own, you watched through your peripheral vision as his fists pumped his hard shaft only mere inches away from your face.
“Here I was, thinking you had more shame than this.” Sae huffed, clicking his tongue as his thumb stroked over your swollen bottom lip. “Yet here you are, so desperate for yet another cock in your drooling fuckhole that you’d do anything—even lie—just to relive the feeling of having what’s left of your pretty lil’ brains fucked out, right?”
“I—I . . .”
Resonably, you were at a loss for words, but there was no need to worry as Rin spoke up for you, “And you can’t even answer him? Pathetic. I bet if we let all of those lukewarm fuckfaces from Blue Lock run a train on you, you’d love every second of it, huh, princess?” He further accentuated his point with a hard, trained thrust deep into your womb. You swear he even grazed your cervix.
“No, no! I-I only want you, Rin. I only want you, I love you!”
You squeezed your eyes shut, and, although you were oblivious to it, the brothers shared a look with one another. Their silence was deafening, and even Rin’s hips had stilled within you. However, before you were able to voice your confusion, you would feel sharp, phallic taps against your cheek. You didn’t even have to open your eyes to know what it was.
“Good girl.” Sae cooed condescendingly as though he were talking to a mutt worthy of praise.
“Probably the most truthful statement you said all night,” Rin followed, albeit far quieter than his sibling as his thrusts once again resumed, drawing tantalizing moans from your lips. “Then tell me after this, which one of us fucks you better, yeah? And don’t you dare.” He paused, using his large hand to rain down a set of smacks on both of your pillowy ass cheeks forcing a cry to rip from your lips. “Dream of lying to me.”
You nodded as best you could against the force of Sae pressing his cock against your face, using his thumb to hold his length taut as he literally fucked your face with it. Immediately, Rin’s brutal pace resumed again. Using his newly acquired leverage and his bruising grip on your hips, he pressed his foot against the mattress next to your knee and proceeded to fuck himself deeper into you. It felt like he was trying to pry you open with each thrust. Had it not been for Sae taking the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth the moment you opened it to muffle your cry of ecstasy, you were certain that the neighbors would’ve thought you were being murdered.
In a way, though, it was almost like you were.
It was like you were being sandwiched between two killers, only instead of making you feel agony, they were both hellbent on delivering the most utmost pleasure to you—Rin rearranging your guts from behind and Sae feeding you inch after inch of his thick cock, neither one of them stopping until they were satisfied with having your belly pumped full of their cum.
My, the Itoshi brothers were truly the devil, weren’t they?
“Hngh, fuck. F-Fuck!” Rin snarled from behind you, his once quiet moans now morphing into beastly grunts and animalistic growls. You were certain that the blunt tips of his nails were now slicing into you from his strength, one of his hands dragging down your lower back to leave reddened marks in their wake until they marked your rippling ass, which was soon pelted with a few more furious swats.
“Stupid cumslut, grippin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice grew raspy as his head tossed back in euphoria, carnal pants and heaves ripping from his throat so frequently that it almost did feel like you were being ravaged by a beast.
It was to the point where Sae's cock was slipping out of your mouth in favor of his palms holding your cheeks, and turning your head to look over your shoulder at your lover. Though still as eager for his release as Rin was, he continued to thrust his cock lazily against your face and pillowy brims.
“My god, princess. Look at what you’re turning him into.”
It was a sight to behold—one that you had only witnessed for yourself once before at the Blue Lock vs. U-20 game. Rin’s brows were raised, and his teal oculars were wide, swirling with untamable lust and desire as though he were being consumed by it. His lips were parted, his jaw dropped partially as his tongue dangled out of his mouth, and globs of crystalline drool pooled over his pink muscle, oozing down his chin and onto your abused cheeks below. He wasn’t looking at you. (You don’t know if you would be able to handle it if he did.) Instead, his gaze engrossed itself in the way your ass plapped against his pelvis, the sticky lines of your juices, and his drool connecting the two of you in a way that was beyond intimate. He was intoxicated, thoroughly pussy-drunk as the only thought in his mind was, ‘Get pregnant, get pregnant, get Y/N fucking pregnant.’
The sight alone was so arousing that you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around his cock, strangling it further to the point where a near feral snarl ripped through his now clenched teeth, bared at you in ferocity.
“Don’t fucking do that, fucking bitch.” He snapped, delivering another smack to your ass as his gaze finally raised to meet your own, promising lethality.
“M’sorry! I-I’m sorry, Rinnie!” You wailed against Sae’s cock as Rin’s hips slammed into you with such malice that you felt your legs going numb from the overwhelming pleasure.
“No th’fuck you’re not.” He slurred, just as drunk on the stimulation as you were. “This is what the fuck you’ve wanted this entire time, isn’t it? Wanted me to fuck you up? Make you scream from my ngh! From my cock ruining your pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”
“Y-Yes! God, yes, yes, Rin, please fuck me up more!”
“Yeah? Y’want me to put a pretty baby in you? Want me to make you a mommy, Y/N? Make that gorgeous tummy swollen with my kids, yeah?”
“Y-Yes, please! Please, please, make me a mommy! M-make me yours!”
“Silly, girl.” He snarled, delivering another quick swat to your ruined ass. “You were always mine.”
The idea of filling you to the brim with his seed and claiming you in a way that no man could ever claim—as the mother of his children—caused his erratic pace to falter and grow sloppier by the minute.
“Mine.” He growled. “Mine, mine, all fucking mine!”
Then, almost in perfect unison—pristine synchronization—you came together. Hips smothered firmly against your ass, he pumped rope after rope of his hot, thick cum inside of you, aiming deep into your womb with every intention of impregnating you. While you, on the otherhand, were unable to hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on the mattress as your orgasm washed over you. A barrage of your sweet juices fired over Rin’s cock, pelvis, thighs, and the poor sheets beneath you. Before you had any time to regain your bearings, you felt another tap on your cheek of the same phallic length from earlier.
“You forgot about me, pretty? C’mon, open that mouth for me one more time, yeah?”
Exhausted, you did as he asked without resistance, allowing your jaw to fall slack just enough for Sae to slip his cock into it. In a few pumps with his fist, the midfilder gladly fed you thick ropes of his seed, painting your mouth with his sticky release, which you wearily sucked down.
Then, unceremoniously, the two brothers collapsed beside you atop the ruined sheets.
The three of you lay there, completely depleted of all that you possessed. You were unquestionably the worst of the three, with deep teeth marks, scratches from blunt nails, bruises from fingerprints, and splotches of darkening hickies all over your body. Had anyone known any better, you appeared as though you had been mauled by savages—those very same savages who lay exhausted beside you.
After several much needed beats of deep silence, you felt the stirring of both of them pushing themselves up from the bed, and hands that were once so rough and unforgiving on your body were now handling you with the utmost care as though you were a porcelain doll made of the finest glass. As you walked the thin line bordering consciousness and unconsciousness, you felt warm, moist towels caressing your thighs, chest, and forehead, ridding you of any filth that tainted your once-supple skin. The sheets that had become beyond soiled from all of your fluids were gently lifted from beneath you and replaced with warm ones that had just come out of the dryer that had been running before Sae arrived. Just as you were about to fall asleep, your body was manipulated once more, this time into another equally warm one, causing your heavy lids to flutter open to focus on none other than your boyfriend—Rin's teal oculars.
“You still with me?” He inquired, his previously harsh tone softening to gentle and tender, as if speaking any louder would shatter your fragility.
You nodded weakly, seeking solace in his warmth and soft body, snuggling your petite frame into his. Rin quietly returned the favor, running his fingers through your hair and giving you occasional massages in the spots where he and Sae got too rough with you.
Speaking of, you heard Rin's door open and saw Sae standing in front of you, adorning a pair of black designer boxers.
“Here.” The midfeilder said plainly, passing a miniature carton of strawberry milk your way with a straw poked through the center.
Clearly in no position to receive such generosity, Rin accepted it for you, gently maneuvering you into a position where you could comfortably sip the much needed liquid into your dehydrated body. As you did so, Rin’s head rested atop your own, but not before he placed a tender, sweet kiss on your forehead full of love, unlike the one from earlier that was meant to lure you into a false sense of security. This is exactly what you needed after such arduous affairs, being held in your lover’s strong arms while enjoying the best strawberry milk you’ve ever had.
What should’ve been a cute moment was interrupted by Sae, who, with a look of disgust on his features, stated, “You two are disgusting.”
“Fuck you too, Nii-chan.” Rin shot over his shoulder, not missing the way Sae gave him the finger on his way out as he slammed his room door shut, leaving you and Rin in what should have been a comfortable silence.
But it was hampered by the sense of ambiguity that pervaded your relationship. The weight of past transgressions and tribulations weighed upon you both so heavily that it was nearly suffocating, threatening to take you both alive if it wasn’t for—
“I’m sorry.” The two of you stated in unison before, rather comically, whipping your heads to stare at one another, bewildered.
“Y/N.” Rin sighed heavily, shaking his head in denial. “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. I should be. I made it seem like everything was all your fault when it was really Sae and I’s.” Another sigh drew from his lips as the realization dawned on him of the agreement he had made with his older brother to allow them to share you, one, without your prior consent, and two, without your knowledge. Not to mention, pinning the entire thing on you as though you were the infidelious one here.
“Y-Y/N.” His voice quivered. His gaze, too ashamed to look at you any further, drew to the ceiling. In the bright lights of his room, you watched as his eyes glazed over, tears that he refused to let fall clearly stinging at his irises. His face was etched with anguish; the weight of his actions had hit him like a sledgehammer, and his distress was palpable. “I-I’m sorry.” He whispered, daring himself to glance in your direction.
“Rinnie.” You uttered softly, biting back a wince as your sore arm rose to gently cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb swiping at his waterline to catch a straying tear. He wasn’t too good with words of sincerity, and you knew that—you wouldn’t press him for more. “I forgive you, so please don’t cry.” As you leaned in to give him a soft peck on the jaw, you noticed that you also felt the familiar sting of tears pricking your eyes. “You’re going to make me cry too, baby.”
Both of you were unable to control the gentle and quiet laughter that jostled your beings. And there it was—the moment of reprieve where the pressure of the unknown was lifted, replaced by a profound sense of reconciliation and renewal. Your eyes met with an intensity that conveyed unspoken apologies, forgiveness, and the promise of a fresh beginning. You two felt more intimate and connected to one another at that precise moment than you had ever experienced.
After you had finally finished the last of your drink, Rin took the empty carton from you and set it on his nightstand. You then proceed to curl into his chest, to which he ensared you in his grasp, entwining your limbs in his. With your head nestled against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart soothed you and eased your mind or any lingering parasites. That is when you sensed it: the tranquil siren's song of sleep drawing you deeper and deeper into its pacifying depths.
However, before you could finally embrace slumber’s sweet call, Rin’s soft voice called out to you once more.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“. . . I love you too, Rinnie.”
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.˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚ Blessing of Aphrodite ˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚.
*sobs* It finally happened…..I have made my smut debut and ofc it had to be for Yandere! Pantalone. Brb I’m going to start my walk of shame (∗∕ ∕•̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥∕)
Note:: yandere, dubcon, manipulation, light bondage, edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, drugging, Vers! Pantalone, MINORS DNI
♡ 0.9k words under the cut ♡
The Regrator has his ways of invoking your desire.
Despite your defiance, you can’t deny your physical attraction to him. After all, Pantalone is charming, beautiful, and very attentive to his darling’s needs. How can you resist him when he has full control over your body?
He is a cruel lover, really. There is always an underlying threat beneath his kind smiles and honeyed words, the knowledge that you are dependent on him for pleasure. And there is no better way to affirm that than to edge you until you are begging him for sweet release.
Most of the time, it’s easy for him to seduce you. As for your “ungrateful” moods, he can simply slip an aphrodisiac into your food. The latter is done in small doses to make you think that your body naturally craves him despite your mental resistance. With each meal, your internal conflict becomes more severe and amusing to watch.
And when you finally crack? Pantalone will wait for you to approach him first, and only then will he help you. You poor thing, what can he do to alleviate your discomfort? He could summon a doctor though it will take—oh, you can’t wait? Then what do you want him to do? You need to spell it out clearly.
Even then, your verbal confession isn’t enough to satisfy him. Upon reaching the bed, you hesitate at the sight of a familiar pair of shackles. Calm down, darling, he won’t lock you up this time. This is merely a precaution against your lust-ridden state. Now lie down and let your husband take care of you.
…He’s too slow. All you can do is writhe against the chains as your lover “prepares” you. His foreplay is pure teasing—sultry whispers, feather-light touches, love bites over your sensitive spots, deep kisses muffling your pleas for him to just put it in.
And it only becomes worse once you’re finally connected. From his shallow thrusts to his torturously slow pace, every action leaves you desperate for a climax which never comes. And you know that he is doing this on purpose.
After what feels like eternity, Pantalone decides to undo your restraints. That is when you snap, pushing him down and straddling him. Frustrated, you can only cry and bounce on his lap with the single-minded intent of chasing your own pleasure.
It’s not like you have any dignity left to spare.
⬩
“My darling.” Pantalone blinks up at you, registering your flipped positions. “Did I say you could—”
“Stop teasing me!”
Tears blur your vision. You rock your hips, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, but it does little to ease the burning ache between your legs.
How much longer must you be at his mercy?
He is still observing you. His passivity is another insult to your shattered dignity, and you resist the urge to provoke him with the shackles. Already, your thighs are trembling to hold your weight up, stained with a humiliating mix of sweat and arousal.
“You’re…you’re too slow,” you whimper between moans. “It hurts so much and you’ve only made it worse. Are you even trying to help me?! I…”
Cruel. Your lover is so cruel.
Yet the sight beneath you only intensifies your lust. His startled expression, his loose ebony hair splayed out on the pillow, his bare skin twinkling with scars and your own tears…
He is absolutely beautiful. And in this moment, you want him more than anything.
“P-Please.” You’re delirious now, gripping his shoulder with enough force to leave marks. He will punish you for the blemishes later, but you don’t care. “Only you. I need—”
A gentle sensation cuts you off.
The Regrator lifts his hand to wipe your tears. The metal chill of his rings soothes your flushed skin, as does the softness of the gesture. You can’t help but lean into his touch.
“My precious jewel,” he sighs. His eyes are alight with amusement. “How do you expect me to know what you want when you insist on remaining silent?”
You wince as his other hand grips your hip, holding you in place. A gloved thumb traces over the fresh love bites.
“You never respond to me,” he continues, “almost like you’re trying to drown me out. Yet the second you demanded my assistance, I set aside everything for you. Mind you, I will need to work overtime tomorrow because of this.”
His previous remarks come to mind: Needy, helpless, ungrateful.
You close your eyes but the guilt is inescapable. Neither can you ignore the scent of your lover’s perfume, a heady fragrance which makes his presence all the more overwhelming.
“I…I didn’t—ah!”
A sudden thrust makes you see stars.
“Doesn’t that sound unfair?” he whispers. He sits up and leans closer, lips ghosting the curve of your ear. “Don’t I deserve a ‘thank you’?”
You blink back tears. “I…”
Another breath is knocked out of you as he lifts your hips and slams you down onto his cock. The smile he gives you is sinful, angelic, so divinely beautiful that you can’t look away.
“Use your words, darling. You are the one who asked for this, after all.”
⬩
In the end, you’re always too weak to refuse his aftercare. You can only give in to the Regrator’s affection as he cleans you up and tucks you into bed, his dulcet voice lulling you to sleep with praises and lullabies. His goodnight kisses are always pleasant.
Hush now, darling. You can rest for as long as you’d like.
Tomorrow, you can return the favor.
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ASKSNINS9KWNS PAK U PANTALONE!! WHY MUST YOU BE SO PRETTY AND EVIL YET HAVE SUCH AN UN-MOANABLE NAME—
*holds head in hands* Special thanks to @diodellet for giving me the mental fortitude to to write this and to uncensor the word c*ck. This isn’t one of my best works due to my inexperience with writing smut, but I hope you all liked this and suffered from hornii :’>
Also, this piece was originally connected to my Yandere! Pantalone longfic Housecat. I decided to make it a standalone post, but do check out the fic if you’d like to see more evil, seductive Regrator content ψ(｀∇´)ψ
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VH - Divide And Conquer
(Tw: attempted torture)
“I can't believe we finally have caught the legendary Vampire Hero”, said Villain.
The two Heroes glanced at each other and shrugged. The taller one frowned.
“Legendary ?” he repeated.
Villain looked at him with interest.
“Oh yes,” he said. “Many have fallen before your might, Vampire Hero. At least two or three of my opponents are behind the bars because of you.”
“Two or three and you call that legendary ? You're easy to impress.”
The other Hero was nervously following the exchange. Compared to his companion, he seemed much younger and frailer. His eyes were shinier and shinier with tears that did not quite fall. When at least it looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he stepped between the two, saying:
“Stop ! It's my fault ! It's all my fault if we got caught. Hurt me, not him!”
Villain gave the young Hero an amused look:
“Why is that little thing with you, Vampire Hero ?”
His interlocutor shrugged:
“You know. He's new. I'm supposed to show him the ropes or something. You have to teach them some way or some other. ”
“Is that so.”
Villain lift the smaller Hero's chin with a finger:
“My dear little one, how can I hurt him ? Many have tried and many have failed. I'll just make him have a nice little sunbath so he's neutralized. But since you've asked so nicely, I will take care of you.”
“Surely there must be another way ! I'm sure you can do better. I-I'm sure that deep inside, you're a little pure of heart.”
“ You heard your protector, you need to learn.”
He grabbed Hero by the arm, who turned his head toward the man who accompanied him. The latter just shrugged.
“Do you think he cares ?” simpered Villain to his ear. “Oh, he doesn't. He might be on your side, but Vampire Hero is evil. You're better off with me.”
Hero whimpered but didn't resist as he was dragged into the stairs.
“There are seventeen steps. Do you hear the sound they make ? There's an echo, so the prisoners down there can hear me coming. It’s all in the anticipation.”
In a sweet voice, he kept describing their surroundings while they were both descending into his torture room. During all the way, the small one didn’t dare fight back. He soon found himself tied up to a chair, helplessly squirming, his eyes giving a pleading look more than ever.
“So, young Hero,” purred Villain, “as it is your first time, I will make you a favor.”
“R-Really ?”
“Yes. Do you see all these instruments in the shelf in front of you ?”
Hero looked at the whips, the canes and the nails, and shuddered so violently it almost looked fake.
“I'm going to let you choose one among them. If not, I will choose, and you won't like it very much if I do.”
“You don't have to do this ! I-You just will make Vampire Hero angry and you don't want to !”
“You think he will rescue you?”
“I know he will.”
“How touching. But for now you're mine. So make your choice, before I get impatient.”
Hero pondered for a few seconds, then whispered:
“Um – the taser ? Yes – the taser, please.”
“If you ask so nicely.”
Villain delicately took the black rectangular shape in his hand and switched it on.
“Why, if I might ask ? Do you think it will hurt less than the others ? Let me prove you wrong.”
The half-hour that happened then looked much more pleasant for Villain than for Hero. And yet, as time passed, Villain felt somewhat uneasy. That had nothing to do with torturing a man, of course. He liked the thrashing, he liked the begging, he liked the naive faith of the innocent who was certain that he could be saved. Maybe that had something to do with the other Hero. While Villain was amusing himself, Vampire Hero was out of his sight. He might have been careless. He glanced at his watch, but Hero making a rather unconvincing whimper forced him to turn his head.
Perhaps that was the problem. Villain was used to the sounds of pain – the gasps, the moans, the howls, the cries and the pleas. He loved all of them without distinction, and of course he knew that they were a little different with each person. It was a familiar melody that Hero was singing, but thinking about it, it was slightly out of tune, and it got progressively worse. It was getting on his nerves. These rookies these days – they didn't even now how to scream right.
“Let's have a break,” he said.
“Oh well, I guess I’ve held that long.”
Villain raised an eyebrow, amused:
“Getting defiant, are we ? Careful, you sound like you’re disappointed.”
He stared into his prisoner’s eyes, hoping to get a look of terror, but all he got was a frown. Hero...genuinely looked displeased.
“Sorta”, he said. “In my time I didn’t have this kind of toys to play with. I guess having a little blue spark in your hand looks fun, but that doesn’t look like it does that much damage.”
“In your time ? What are you talking ab- wait.”
Hero tilted his head. For a moment he sounded impassible, but he broke soon enough. A loud, loud laugh resonated in the room, while the prisoner was squirming in his chair for a very different reason than before. His way of moving betrayed no pain at all.
“Are you shitting me,” said Villain, whose voice was now icy.
Hero grinned:
“You tell me, pal. I can’t believe you swallowed my “pure of heart” bullshit. I was laying it on so thick.”
Villain glared at him.
“Not that you were especially subtle either”, Hero added. “Oooh, the anticipation !” Do that again?”
Villain stood up and went to the door as fast as self-respect allowed. There was no one left under the sunlight. The guards were on the ground, unconscious.
“How -”
He turned back. Hero was now standing up, neglectfully throwing away the remnants of the straps that held him a moment before. He dramatically exclaimed, a hand on his heart:
“Oh no, he got away ! My, my. Poor little me. Tell you what, though. If Vampire Hero were so legendary, you should have bothered to know what he looks like. I didn’t mean to pass for someone else, but you’ve so graciously given me the opportunity.”
“It can’t be ! How could the – the other have escaped then ?”
“I hate to break it to you, but they are several heroes with super strength.”
Villain blushed and stayed quiet, his lips pursed. Hero picked up the taser, looked at it with curiosity, and switched it on. With a smile – a very worrying smile - he got closer.
“Hey, I warned you. I told you that Vampire Hero was going to rescue me.”
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Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.
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PLAYING GAMES
Jun needs his boyfriend to pay attention to him and him only so he does exactly that
yj kissing yn to shut him up (just fluff, gamer bf yn)
Old ver.
“babe I’m home!” yeonjun’s sudden entrance in the room disrupted the serene atmosphere, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. The affectionate announcement of his return immediately piqued yn’s interest. The familiar voice that had the power to melt his heart like butter filled the room, and yn couldn’t help but smile, even when he was preoccupied with his game.
The warm inviting aroma of the takeout wafted with yeonjun, and yn knew jun has brought a little treat for them. As yeonjun continued to talk and yn hummed in response, it was evident to yn that his boyfie was in the mood for cuddles and soft kisses. However, his attention remained steadfastly on the game, continuing to play, virtual world demanding more and more of his immediate focus.
Yeonjun being the clingy boyfriend he is, didn’t take yn’s preoccupation as a deterrent. Yeonjun makes his way over to yn, wrapping his arms around the gamer, effectively interrupting his game flow. Sliding the headphone past yn’s ear, yeonjun whispers his wish. “cuddle with me, yn” a plea- perhaps.
Yn couldn’t resist as his smile widened at the endearing antic of his boyfriend but couldn’t weaver from his game. “of course, jun, but let me finish this round real quick, okay?” yn, bargained. His priority at the moment was still his game but he knew he’d do anything to make it up to jun soon.
Yeonjun, who typically would respect yn’s gamming time, seemed to be in a playful mood. He was determined to grab his lover’s attention and affection. So, yeonjun commenced with his master plan of showering yn with kisses all over his face, even as yn tried to focus on the screen.
“junnie, not now please” yn whined as his character took a particularly heavy hit, shifting around in attempt to maintain his line of sight. But yeonjun wasn’t the one who gave up easily. And decided to take a seat on yn’s lap, making it even more challenging for yn to concentrate on his game.
As yeonjun’s lips continued to seek the other’s, yn had no choice but the give in momentarily and reciprocate with a kiss. However, the gamer boy’s will remain unshaken, and he returned his attention to the screen, much to yeonjun’s dismay.
“stay sill now, please” yn implored, hoping to regain his focus. Yeonjun complied, resting his head in the crook of yn’s neck, his breath tickling yn ever so slightly. Yeonjun wasn’t content with that though, determined in his quest for attention, he began to tickle the latter, yn let out a wheeze struggling to concentrate.
Yeonjun’s plan finally worked as yn’s in game character met his demise, yn pouted, casting an exasperated look at the culprit responsible for his in-game misfortune. As a revenge tactic, yn remained silent, simply sitting there with folded arms, not uttering a word.
Yeonjun the master of playful tactics on his achievement of his goal, pulls yn up, making their way to the shared bed. “finally, I have you all to myself!”
Yn couldn’t help but voice his disappointment at losing the game, “but jun, I was so close!” he whined, not willing to let the topic slide.
Yeonjun, instead of offering words, silences yn with a kiss. It was his way of saying ‘I don’t want to hear your complaints’.
When they pulled apart, yn was found with a fond smile latched upon his features despite his previous displeasure. “you can’t just kiss my complaints away, jun” yn teased, affection evident for his junnie.
“really? It certainly doesn’t seem that way,” yeonjun replied amused, before going in for another kiss capturing yn’s lips just as quickly as he had conquered his heart before. The food brought in earlier was now long forgotten, left untouched.
Certainly had fun rewriting one of my fav fic of all time !
#txt#tomorrow by together#txt post#txt x male reader#txt x reader#male reader#txt yeonjun#txt yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x malereader#fluff#rewritten
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Susceptible - Jack Delroy/Reader
Warnings: Fully clothed grinding, very slight dirty talk, very light exhibitionism in a sense, no use of Y/N, female-hinted reader because of skirt/makeup mentions but other than that there's no real gender mention.
Wordcount: 4950
Summary: You spent a small fortune getting a ticket to Carmichael Haig's show on the promise of his new act showing his audience something the world has never seen before, as well as the possible attendance of one Jack Delroy, but will two hours of bullshit be worth the risk?
Notes: There is SO MUCH BUILDUP I'm so sorry I'm so weak for worldbuilding and plot I swear the other one I have planned will be shorter OTL I have never written a reader before but I am a huge fan of them, especially the DDverse ones I've been binging oop, so I hope this is a good first attempt! It's been a few years since I've written anything like this and probably a good decade or so since I last posted anything, so here's hoping I post more in the upcoming future~ This is also completely unbetaed so if you see any mistakes please let me know <3 The Manhattan Center is also real but didn't fit my needs entirely so I mashed it together with the theatre I went to as a kid lol
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Carmichael Haig was back in town and you had no idea why you were here.
He had left for what felt like both forever and not nearly long enough for a few months to do his tour, seeing his smug face everywhere you looked between both digital and paper news and making your distaste grow a little more each time. You had been fond of his trickery for a time, but his move from magic man to skeptic had sucked all the fun out of the act, his determination to not only find the real but humiliate the fakes way past annoying to straight up sickening to you by this point. Tonight’s show proved to be another big presentation of the latter you’d decided when it’d been announced officially, promoted by your favourite talk show host - and current celebrity crush - Jack Delroy; his smile was wide for the cameras but it didn’t reach his eyes, you could always tell between them by now and he did not seem to be as pleased as the two talked about it that night.
‘I’m going to show the world something they’ve never seen before,’ Carmichael had said, his usual smug look in place as he hammed it up for the cameras like he could really pull that off, Jack running with it like the patron saint of patience he had to be.
‘Big talk, you sure I can’t convince you to give our wonderful audience a taste tonight?’ he asked, the crowd cheering at the mere thought of getting to experience his new act an entire month early, but if there was even an iota of temptation within him to share he hid it perfectly. He waved the offer away to everyone’s disappointment, Jack pouting on everyone’s behalf and putting those big eyes on display as his own plea; the ratings, you imagined, would be wonderful for a segment like this when his show was already starting to slip down the line, but even that was no use.
‘You’ll all get a chance to see it on the 13th,’ he promised them as he turned to face the audience, the place and date scrolling across the bottom of the screen yet again, they’d been flashing it every single time it was mentioned to the point where you were sure you’d see it in your sleep tonight, rolling across the bottom half of your dream. ‘Or, those of you who’ve been able to get your tickets will, we’re selling out fast,’ he smirked with a tip of his glass, yet another thing that’d been brought up and hammered home; you’d gone to the Manhattan Center to check a couple days ago, just out of curiosity, the ticket price absolutely ridiculous to the point that you were convinced they’d never sell out, but now you guessed your distaste of him wasn’t as widespread as you’d secretly hoped.
Jack slapped his leg in mock disappointment, Carmichael looking back to him at the sound. ‘Guess you’ll have to tell me all about it the next time you’re back in town, I had asked Gus to pick one up for me but it seems he missed that call,’ he joked, Gus’ surprise at the blame of his absence being placed on him getting a big laugh as his face fell and he tried to explain himself.
Carmichael placed an understanding hand on Jack’s shoulder and leaned in closer, the other man leaning in in return as if to receive some kind of secret. ‘Well then, it’s a good thing my date canceled on me,’ he retorted, and when he pulled his hand back he revealed a ticket, Jack’s eyes going wide as he accepted the gift with a big smile, pointing to it before shaking Carmichael’s hand with a thanks.
Ah, so that was why you were here again.
You knew you’d never be able to get a seat on Night Owls because the thought of Jack seeing you in the crowd made you blush all the way to your shoulders, even on your bravest of nights you hadn’t been able to even call and see if there were any tickets left, but to maybe share an audience with him? To sit in the same room as him where you could steal glances if you were able to find him, with no risk whatsoever of him catching the way your eyes lit up when you looked at that handsome face, that dangerously attractive body? That was doable.
It had cost an arm and a leg to convince that scalper to hand over one of the tickets he was parading around outside the Center, but it was worth it as you stepped inside, your heart racing because, unless he wanted to risk the aftermath of Carmichael calling him out for not going, he was here; somewhere in this building was the man you’d been dreaming about since his debut a few years ago, the one you watched nearly every night without fail just for that hour where he looked at you, talked to you, noticed you even if it was through a camera, and that was all you’d needed until tonight.
You’d gotten a pretty shitty seat despite the price but you didn’t mind, it actually worked out for you considering you weren’t actually there to see the show but to look for someone in the seats in front of you, and you hoped that you’d be able to spot him from where you were in the far back corner. As long as he wasn’t, say, the exact opposite of you then you probably stood a chance of at least a glance, since his ticket came from Carmichael himself you guessed that it was probably close to the front if not front row center just to mess with him and prove that he’d come, and you felt all the hair rise on your arms and neck when Carmichael walked on stage early to very loudly greet someone who’d just walked in.
There he was, leaving his seat to meet the other man in the middle, and he was so much further than you expected but it was still him, big smile in place, hair perfectly combed, his crisp suit being wrinkled by Carmichael’s hands as he gave him a showy hug, and he was beautiful. You froze in the middle of the row, unable to finish the walk as your eyes stayed on him, the people trying to get by you not as starstruck as they attempted to squeeze past when you ignored their presence.
‘Sorry,’ you murmured as you sat as fast as you could, eyes still trained on him as he waved to the crowd to prove that yes, he did honour the gift and was there to see this big new act he’d been promised. You let out an embarrassingly needy whine when he sat back down and you became unable to see him again, the mass of bodies behind him obscuring all but a sliver of the back of his head from this angle, and you’d be damned if you had to spend the next 2 hours stuck like this at a Carmichael Haig show of all things. The person at the end of the row finally arrived and you made your move, hurrying down and taking one last glance before getting ready to make this whole thing a little more bearable. ‘Excuse me,’ you nearly stuttered as the person, a man older than yourself who definitely gave off the air of being a Carmichael fan, looked up at you, ‘would you want to trade seats with me? I was really looking forward to the show but I was too late to grab an aisle seat.’
It’s a blatant lie but the quick glance from before proved that you could see him better from there, and the chance of getting to look at him for the next two hours was worth the look the man gave you at the request.
‘Which one are you?’ he asked, looking down to the few empty spaces still waiting for their owners, and you pulled out your ticket to double check, seeing that it was R51; wow, you didn’t realize how far away R was from A until you saw it firsthand. He looked back down to your seat and considered it, looking you over midthought when he thought you weren’t looking, and he almost got away with it if not for the fact that you felt his eyes on you. ‘$100,’ he decided, the offer knocking the wind right out of you.
‘What? The seat was already $350,’ you choke, giving away the fact that you were really, really late to the party.
‘Take it or leave it, I had the sense to order on time,’ is all he says to that, and you looked back at your possible view before sighing heavily and reaching for your wallet; goddamnit, Jack, if only he knew how worth it he was. You hand over the money and step aside, the man pocketing his fee and leaving the seat for you as promised, and the view is just barely better but there he is again, perfectly in view due to what can only be a miracle, the hole in your wallet feeling a little less big as you watched him turn his head to talk to someone, giving you a perfect side view.
He really was handsome, captivating even from this distance, and you swoon a little as the audience finished filling out, the lights dimming and obscuring your view a little more save the grace of the stage lights that illuminate him from the front as Carmichael walked back out on stage and started the show. You’d never been one for spacing out but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, the $450 price tag of this shitty aisle seat all for him and not feeling so bad even as Carmichael charms everyone around you. He didn’t look to the side that often, you guessed he didn’t actually know his neighbour since the seat was a gift, but the times that he did, where he laughed or sighed at the theatrics or even put his face in his hand because he wasn’t having too much fun, were all cataloged away in your head forever, the perfect souvenirs to last you a lifetime of home viewing after this.
At about an hour in according to your old watch, Jack looked about ready to get up and find any reason to leave, which you couldn’t blame him for, the acts themselves were pretty damn good you realized in the times you actually paid attention, but it was getting so tiring to see Carmichael explain away all of their tricks, to see the joy leave their faces at being called a fraud or having all their mysteries revealed, and it was clear Jack felt the same down in row A. After a particularly rough walk-off from a woman who was trying very desperately to convince Carmichael that she could really read his mind and ending up with the humiliating reality that everything he answered to was false to get her to out herself, you noticed that when you looked back to his seat that Jack isn’t there, and you were in the middle of wondering where he went when the person coming up the aisle came into view so suddenly that it took your breath away.
It was Jack, his brow twitching slightly to keep a neutral face, his footsteps heavy as he tried not to stomp and draw attention to the fact that that last one really pissed him off, his hands already reaching into his suit pocket for something. You tried not to stare the closer he got but it was hard, years of being able to look all you want training your brain to look look look as he approached, and you forced yourself to stare straight ahead at the stage as he reached you. Your hands were clenched tight in your lap as he went to pass row R, and you were in the middle of thinking you were going to make it when he fumbled the small box in his pocket and dropped it with a low curse, the cigarettes he apparently smoked bouncing to the side and coming to a stop between your recently shined shoes.
Your head snapped down so fast you felt it in your neck as he came to a stop beside you, the two of you locating the box at the same time, and you stiffened as he reached for it before realizing how rude that would be despite his own sour mood. ‘I’m sorry, could I bother you for a second,’ he asked, his smile back in place despite being a bit tense, and you stuttered out a confirmation as you leaned down to pick them up.
‘I didn’t know you smoked,’ you blurted out before you could stop yourself, Jack’s hand frozen in midair as he reached for the box, his smile relaxing a little as he looked from your hand to your face.
‘Did I find myself a Night Owl in this sea of skeptics?’ he wondered aloud, your cheeks brightening in a way that really made you pray it was dark enough not to notice.
‘I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,’ you lie, and he crouched down so he could hear your whispers as the crowd reacted to the next act.
‘I take it you’re also not very impressed,’ he figured, hitting the nail on the head based on your expression alone. He chuckled at your silent confirmation and looked back down to the cigarettes, his fingertips just barely touching yours as you both held it, you didn’t even know when he’d grabbed it and you let go before it got awkward, but he didn’t seem to notice. ‘Well, if you don’t tell my producer that I’m smoking again, then I won’t tell Haig that you didn’t like his show, deal?’
You sucked in a breath as he moved the box to his left hand, offering up his right for a handshake this time to seal the deal, your heart pounding as you shook on it, his smile more genuine than you’d seen all night, you could always tell. He stood back up as the act finished and Carmichael went back to his disproving, his mood dropping again as his need to escape rearose. You both offered a look of disdain at the stage before he stood back up to move again, something stopping him midstep before he turned on his heel and leaned back down to you, a shiver running down your spine at how close he was so he could be heard.
‘Have you ever been to one of my shows?’ he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice, his warm breath accidentally hitting your neck and rendering you unable to do anything but glance at him and shake your head no. ‘You’d have a much better time, I’ve got some great stuff coming up,’ he pitched, either completely unaware of your predicament or just used to people acting like this around him, either way he didn’t react when your eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to watch him lick his lips so fast you almost missed it. ‘The next one’s already booked up but if you go down to the studio and give them this card, you should be able to get a spot for a night you’re free, I'd like to see you there.’
He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a business card, flipping it around to the blank side on the back before resting it on the arm of the chair. A pen was found next, and he scribbled a quick note to the ticket seller on it on your behalf, signing it and handing it over with that big showman smile of his. You took it and placed it in your own wallet, the previous hole instantly filled with its presence, his mood clearly raised by the interaction as he wished you a quick goodbye and resumed his journey outside, oblivious to the fact that you were about to disrupt the entire theater if you didn’t find a place to scream and fast.
You gave him a few minutes to reach the doors before jumping to your feet and making for the bathroom, your heels clickclacking on the tile the entire way until you found the correct door. The place was empty, which was great because once you caught sight of yourself you knew that it was bad enough he saw you this way, no one else should get the pleasure; your face was redder than you’d ever seen it, your pupils blown from the exchange and you could’ve sworn you could actually see yourself shaking you were buzzing so hard, your grin so wide anyone else would’ve assumed that Santa had just given you the toy you’d always wanted for Christmas early.
You tried to calm yourself as you ripped off some paper towels and dampened them, patting them against your cheeks and neck to bring your body temperature back down to a normal person’s, carefully avoiding your makeup that you were thankful you spent the time putting on just on the ultra rare off chance you’d run into him. When you were ready to go back - and after a quick internal debate on whether you should try and meet him outside for another, less hushed conversation already - you made sure to calm your breathing before heading back out there, taking a quick moment to look for him before making the trek back to your seat.
When you got back you noticed that no new act was on, Carmichael already talking to the audience and projecting himself up on the screens for all to see, you rolling your eyes as you collapsed into the rich red velvet and preparing for more of his bullshit until Jack returned, if he felt like it that was. Everyone around you was concentrating on his words, staring right ahead as the theater fell silent save for his voice and the sound of a ticking clock; ah, he was trying to hypnotize everyone, that must’ve been his big final act that he’d promised his audience. You weren’t impressed, you’d tried to be hypnotized before at a party in your youth, it hadn’t worked then so it wasn’t going to work now you knew, so you sat back and prepared to at least enjoy whatever he was going to make the audience do.
Your thoughts went back to Jack as Carmichael’s voice slowly got drowned out, the ticking a bit louder in your ears despite the distance, but you didn’t mind because it was nonsense anyway, ‘Now who’s the skeptic,’ you think to yourself as you sink deeper into your chair. You vaguely heard the words, ‘Your greatest desire,’ in your ear before you felt a hand on your shoulder, your eyes leaving the stage to travel up until you saw Jack standing just behind you in the aisle, his smile from before now more like a smirk as he motioned towards the doors like he wanted you to follow him.
You looked back at the stage as Carmichael invited someone from the audience up to stand with him, some poor hypnotized fool who was bound to be humiliated along with everyone else who stood with him tonight, and you decided that you’d rather not see that again before standing and following Jack. There was a small hallway between the theater and the doors on that side of the back wall, the two of you out of view from everyone else but Carmichael’s voice still reaching, and you were about to wonder if he was leading you outside to just leave or talk when he turned and pushed you against the wall with a muffled thud. Your back met cold paint as your chest met with his, your eyes locking as he cornered you where no one could see, a confidence he saved for the cameras now focused solely on you as he looked you over the same way you’d done to him a thousand times over.
‘I couldn’t wait for you to come to my show,’ he whispered, his voice impossibly low as he held you in place, a knee parting yours and making you gasp, ‘you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’
‘You’re just telling me what I wanna hear,’ you managed to get out, his eyes closing as he leaned in to grin against your cheek.
‘Is it working?’
You didn’t dare answer but you might as well have because your silence was enough to spur him into action, your head falling back against the wall as he started to kiss your neck, your hands grasping at anything because this was crazy. The man you’d wanted for years was kissing you not even 30ft away from a room full of people, anyone could come around the corner at any second and catch you, and you bit your lip at the thrill of it all. You’d had dreams like this before, ones that left you panting into your pillow when you awoke, but the real thing was so much better as he sucked a mark into your soft skin, your hand leaving his arm to cover your mouth lest you alert anyone within hearing distance to your current predicament.
You let him do as he pleased, let him ran his hands over your sides and down to the edge of where your lifted skirt was resting against his thigh, your legs shaking as your body tried not to grind against him; it was only due to him holding you that kept you standing as a matter of fact and he seemed fully aware of it as his nails scratched softly against your bare leg. He seemed to love all your reactions to what he did, he was in the entertainment business after all, every noise of approval that slipped through your fingers must’ve been like music to his ears but you had to hold back no matter how much you wanted to indulge him. Being denied what he wanted only made him work harder for it, the assault on your neck moving to your shoulder and collarbone instead of your covered lips, your mouth watering for just a taste as he started to move against you, one hand pulling your waist away from the wall by your lower back as the other moved up and under your skirt.
The first grind of his body against yours was decadent, you swore you could feel it in your soul the way he wanted you just as much as you’d wanted him, like he’d been watching you back through the screen for years and also craved this very moment, and now that he was getting it he wasn’t going to stop, you didn’t want him to stop. You’d never seen him act anything like this before in all his years on TV, a greedy flash of excitement running through you at getting to see such a new side of him quickly overcome by pleasure as he cupped your ass and pulled you even closer. You knew you couldn’t get undressed here, if you’d made it to the bathroom then maybe he’d be doing more but he hadn’t lasted even that long, but even with that desire being restrained you still wanted him here and now. Never in your life had you been this desperate for release but he was bringing out a demon inside of you that desired and needed and wanted so much that you were willing to throw your modesty out the fucking window for just a second of his hot skin pressed against your own, but this would have to do while the show still went on.
‘Jack…’ you moaned as your hand, moist from your panting, gripped his arm once again, Carmichael’s voice getting louder in the distance as you grew closer to your release.
‘Come home with me,’ he begged into your ear, his movements getting rougher as he also grew close, you knew you’d both have to leave before everyone saw you but it was worth it, god it was so worth it. ‘I want to have you all to myself, I need to taste you-’
You bit your lip and led his face away from your neck so you could look into his eyes, his mouth parted as he tried to control his own panting, he was coming apart at the seams for you right here in the hallway, the ticking in your ears either your heartbeat or a clock far away. You moaned his name again as you felt the heat build in your stomach, your back arching and pushing your body into him even more as the door to your right opened.
‘Dreamer, here, awake!’
All at once your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor before that final wave could push you over the edge, your head heavy and your vision swimming as the body against yours vanished into nothing. ‘Are you okay? What happened?’ Jack’s voice from above asked as his worried expression came into view, the smell of rain and cigarette smoke invading your senses; the sound of the audience in a similar state of confusion drifted around the corner as Jack crouched down next to you, just back inside from his break from the show, the realization that you weren’t as immune to hypnosis as you’d thought hitting you like a bucket of cold water. You just panted in shock, surprise, and waning lust as Jack looked you over in concern, your hands moving to pull the bottom of your skirt down to cover your exposed legs in embarrassment, the scratches you were so certain he’d left behind not there, because he hadn’t been there.
‘I’m fine,’ you force yourself to say after you’d caught your breath, Jack believing you but still helping you to your feet like a gentleman, of course he would never act that way, that was only how you’d wanted him to act, you’d had dreams like that for god’s sake, the real Jack would never-
‘Is the show over?’ he asked as the roar of people applauding overtook the chatter, Carmichael now silent, and you avoided his eye as you started to edge towards the way out.
‘I think so.’
‘What was the big mind-blowing act?’
You put a little distance between yourself and him but he didn’t notice, Jack heading for the corner so he could look at the stage as he waited for your reply. ‘He hypnotized everyone,’ you answered curtly, his reaction big and full of surprise as he looked over the size of the crowd in an awe that wasn’t present for the first hour and a half.
‘Everyone? You should’ve come found me, I would’ve loved to see that.’ He was still looking at the room beyond, your eyes on him as he watched everyone else.
‘I got a little overwhelmed,’ you mumble, and he finally looked at you with that same concerned expression again, and it’s too much after what you’d just thought you’d seen, your eyes finding the floor.
‘What did he make you see?’ he asked, his curiosity quiet but still there under the concern, but you couldn’t answer him. ‘Do you need a ride home, or are you okay to drive?’
He’s too kind, he would never act that way, he would never say that to you.
‘I took a cab, I’ll be fine,’ you tried to say, but still you quickly found yourself being led to the front door as the audience swarmed around you, his hand on your back to make sure you stayed standing, a true gentleman. It had started raining while you were inside which explained the scent pairing with the smoke that covered up his cologne, and you just stood under the marquee as he hailed a cab for you as the sea of skeptics washed around you like rushing water. You hopped inside but he didn’t shut the door right away, leaning down in the rain once you were seated, and for a moment you wondered if he was going to get in when he spoke.
‘I do hope you come to my show, preferably Friday’s, it’s gunna be a good one, I promise,’ he said with that big genuine smile again, your heart pounding as your cheeks glowed red for a reason other than embarrassment as you gave him a small nod.
‘I’ll be there,’ you promised back, and he tapped the roof of the cab before shutting the door and letting you go. You looked out the back window as you drove away, the both of you waving as he ducked back inside and out of the rain, and as soon as you turned back around to face forward you found yourself reaching for your wallet. His card was in your hands as you looked it over, all in all it was an uninspiring, plain business card, and you flipped it over to read what he wrote for the ticketmaster on the back.
Wait for me by the back entrance at 11:00
Phil will let you in
JD
Your cheeks turned red again as you put the card away, the cab driver giving you a look in the rearview mirror as you held your nearly empty wallet, now with one business card, to your thumping chest. Oh yeah, it definitely was all worth it after all.
#Ray's Readers#david dastmalchian#jack delroy#jack delroy x reader#would you believe I wrote this over a few hours listening to a dramatic cover of Dear God cause I loved the vibes lmao#completely wrong vibes but it's SUCH a good cover guys#it's pretty tame for this one but yeah full disclosure there's probably gunna be lots of hands focus in my writings#his are Beautiful and Perfect and Very Attractive and I am W E A K okay
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