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Sweatshirt (Greg House x reader)
Summary: House gets jealous by a certain article of clothing you're wearing
Warnings: petty/jealous House (aka the best kind), heavily implied poly House x reader x Wilson in case that's not your thing, very mild and brief swearing
A/N: based off a random little thought I had. don't ask me when during the show this is supposed to be set because I have no clue
It was missing. Wilson's McGill sweatshirt was missing, and House was very upset. It was his turn to wear it, and although he could've sworn he left it balled up on his side of the bed before he left for work it wasn't there when he returned.
The thought popped into his head that someone might've stolen it, but that was just stupid. After all, who would break into his apartment just to take a sweater?
You, apparently, as he soon came to realize when combing back over his place to look for it. He hadn't noticed it on you at first when he walked in, but now it was hard to miss, like a bright red target painted across your chest.
He almost glared at the way you were casually lounging on the couch, reading a book as if you hadn't stolen from him. "You're wearing his sweater." It wasn't a question, rather a statement, which made sense due to how very obvious the fact was.
You looked up from where you'd been reading and gave him an unimpressed look. "And you walk with a cane. Tell me something I don't know."
The corners of his lips quirked upwards into an amused half smile, but he tried to push his fond thoughts of you to the side for the time being. "You know, it's my turn to wear his sweater."
Letting out a hum, you dropped your eyes back down to the book in your hands and lazily turned the page. "Technically, it's my turn, after you decided to hide it for three weeks so I couldn't wear it."
That was true, he did do that. It was for no reason other than to mess with you, but now he was really started to regret his past decisions, something that rarely happened, if ever.
"You stole it from me, right out of my very own bed," he tried a different approach, putting on a face of mock hurt and offense in hopes of swaying you and getting it back. "Shame on you."
"You stole it from me first." Damn it, you had him there. "I was just returning the favor."
House stood there in front of you for a few minutes more hoping you'd somehow break with no such luck. Sighing loudly, he flopped down in his armchair, giving you a dirty look. "You know, two wrongs don't make a right."
You glanced up from your book, peeking at him from over the top of it. "An ethics lecture coming from you of all people? Well, this oughta be good." Now, it was your turn to be amused, something that didn't bode well with his competitive nature.
Seeing as it wasn't going to happen any other way, he tried a more direct approach in order to get you to give it back. "I want it. I want to wear it. It's mine."
"Technically, no, it's not. It's Wilson's, and I'm borrowing it," you pointed out, appearing unbothered by the evil look getting thrown your way. "Go find something else of his to wear if it's upsetting you so bad."
"I don't want to wear something else, though," he whined obnoxiously, trying to get on your nerves. It was working, but not nearly enough to get him what he wanted.
"Tough, because I'm wearing it right now. You're just going to have to deal with it."
Part of you thought that maybe you'd won this argument when he got up and left the room, but that thought was soon diminished when he came back less than a few minutes later, throwing something at your head.
"Really?" You asked in obvious irritation while pulling the shirt he'd thrown at you off your head.
"Put that on, and give me the sweatshirt back. That way you'll still feel all cozy and close to your doting boyfriends without having to wear that specifically," he reasoned as he stood there, his hands resting on the top of his cane. He looked proud of himself, like he was a little kid who'd finally solved a puzzle.
Despite your annoyance, it was hard to keep the slight smile off your face. Still, you weren't going to let him win that easily. "I'm not wearing it because of sentimental value. I'm wearing it because it's comfortable."
He groaned loudly, becoming visibly annoyed. "Why must you always be so damn difficult?"
"Funny, I could ask you the same question," you muttered as you held up the shirt and took a good look at it. It was one of House's old band tees, which made you realize something. "Hold on, are you jealous because you don't get to wear the sweatshirt, or is it because I'm wearing Wilson's clothes and not yours?"
The obvious pout on his face quickly gave away the answer. "Just give me the sweatshirt now, and I'll promise I'll give it back later." He held his hand out expectantly, resulting in you throwing his shirt back at his face.
"Nice try, but you're going to have to pry this off my cold, dead body." You settled back into the couch with your book as he walked away, grumbling under his breath. It appeared as though you'd won the battle, for now at least.
End notes: I've never written for House before but I tried to capture his personality the best I could! Hope y'all liked the Hilson references sprinkled in lol
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Small Book Trope: Hyung Line
Non!Idol Stray Kids x Reader
Hello everyone! I don't post much but this little idea came to mind when I was on vacation! I hope everyone likes these little drabbles! Enjoy!!
Bang Chan
Chris sighed as he closed the door to your shared apartment. âIâm home.â He muttered while taking his shoes and sweatshirt off. It had been a long day of work and he was ready to settle into his well deserved vacation. The two of you decided to turn your phones on airplane mode and just spend the week lounging around and enjoying each other's company.Â
Soft music played from the end of the hallway. He made his way to the bedroom, his muscles slowly releasing the tension built up knowing he was so close to being in your arms. He had to bite back a laugh when he saw you. Your jaw dropped slightly as you turned page after page, reading the climax of the book. He stood there for a minute before breaking the silence, âWhatcha reading, love?âÂ
You jumped up, almost losing your place. You glared at him, âJesus, Christopher! Donât scare me like that! Announce yourself next time.âÂ
âActually, I did. You were just too immersed in your book to hear me.â He laughed as he began to strip, changing into more comfortable clothes.Â
You playfully pouted before marking your place. âItâs not funny.âÂ
âYes it is. Look at you, you want to laugh at yourself.â He said slowly crawling up the bed. You hummed with a small smile before putting the book to the side, opening your arms wide so he could lay down on your stomach.Â
You began running your fingers through his hair. Smiling at the satisfied groan. âI missed this. I missed you.â He said after a few moments of silence, placing soft kisses on your stomach. âI waited all day to have you in my arms.â He continued as he shifted in your grasp, slowly inching up to your breast. âI waited all day to feel you.â Blush creeped up your neck as he began to kiss your collarbone. âI waited all day to kiss you.â You groaned as he claimed your lips. Chris smirked as he pulled you down to be underneath him. âNow, I get to have you all to myself for a week.â
Lee Know
You giggled as Soonie once again headbutted your book. âExcuse me, Iâm reading that.â You said to the cat before going back to the page. The enemies were finally confessing their love for each other in the most angsty way and there was no way in hell you were waiting until later to read it.
Minho watched you out of the corner of his eye as he began folding down some of the empty boxes, leaving a few for the cats to play in. It took a good couple weeks after he had asked you to move in, to actually move you in. Work was keeping the both of you busy so when the day came that you both had a day off together, you jumped at the opportunity to grab the moving truck.Â
As expected, you had unboxed the few boxes that contained your most precious items, your books. He never fully understood what the obsession is but he found it cute when you would try and explain the storyâs plot to him. He smiled when you yelled out Soonieâs name as he moved the boxes by the door. âMin, what are you doing? I thought we agreed to leave those for tomorrow so the cats could play.â
âI left a few.â He replied before heading to the kitchen to start on dinner. He glanced to the side as he head your soft footsteps behind him.
âMm Min,â you began as you wrapped your arms around his waist. âYou worked so hard to help me move in. Why donât we order in and I can tell you all about my book.â
He leaned into your touch. âI like the sound of that. If I sit there and listen can I have some dessert?â
âCelebratory dessert? I like the sound of that. What were you thinking?â You asked, looping your arms around his neck as he turned around to face you.Â
âI was thinking you.â He laughed as you playfully punched his chest, hiding your blush.
Changbin
âChangbinâŠâ you sighed. You looked at him with concern as he gave you his cute smile. âI donât know about this, honey.âÂ
âItâll be fine! I promise I can handle it if you think youâre gonna be too heavy.â Your frown deepened. You were scared about that, especially knowing your body leaned a little more to the bigger side. Your boyfriend wanted to work out and you wanted to read, but because of how little time youâve been together, he came up with the idea that you sit on his back and read as he did push ups. Changbin took your face in his hands before placing a kiss on your forehead. âLetâs just try it, please? If I start hurting I promise to tell you.â
You placed your hands over his and pouted slightly. âPromise?â
âPromise.â He placed one more kiss on your forehead.
You groaned. âFine. Let me go grab my book.â You laughed as he let out a noise before yelling that heâll set things up. By the time you came back in, he had a mat set up, water and some snacks for you. âBeen planning this for a while?â You asked, shocked at the set up.
He nervously laughed as blush crept up his neck. âMaybe.â He said shyly. âAnyway! Iâm gonna get in a push up position and when I give you the go ahead, youâre gonna sit on my back.â You gave him another nervous look. He sighed. âBaby, I promise to tell you if anything is going wrong.â You sighed before motioning him to get into position. You giggled as he did a few push ups for a warm up before getting as low as he could.
You hesitantly sat on his back cross legged. âHow are you feeling?â You yelped as he began his exercise. You waited a few before beginning to pick up where you left off.Â
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You were really getting into the characters betrayal when you heard panting. You got off immediately and went to grab his water. You frowned as you took in Changbinâs state. He was on his back, catching his breath. Sweat dripping down his face. âBaby, why didnât you tell me you were getting to your pushing point?â
Changbin gave you a tired smile, sitting up and taking the water you held out to him. âIt was a good burn. Did you not enjoy it?â
You took a seat next to him, looking at how much reading you had done. You managed to get a good amount done. âI did. It was nice to have actually spent some time with you. I would just prefer to sit somewhere else next time though.â Changbinâs face began to burn as he smirked at you. You gave him a confused look before hiding your face in embarrassment. âGet your mind out of the gutter!â You sunk further as he laughed.
Hyunjin
Silence surrounded the two. The only noise being made was the turn of pages. To anyone else, you would look like a normal human being enjoying a good book. To Hyunjin, you looked like an angel. An angel he called his. You were his muse. He found inspiration in just about everything you did. Whether that be bringing flowers home, the desserts you would make with Felix, or just lounging about. This was one of those times.Â
He sat across from you on the couch, sketch book in hand. He sat there drawing you from every angle he could capture. He would make faces if he didnât capture something right. He wanted this, you, to look perfect. Just like he saw you. Absolutely downright beautiful.
After finishing yet another chapter, you grabbed your bookmark to finally stretch your limbs. You looked over at Hyunjin when he whined. âWhatâs wrong?â
âYou moved.â He replied as he erased a part of the sketch that made him unhappy.
You raised an eyebrow before moving toward him, your joints cracking on the way. Before you could peek at his sketchbook, he quickly turned it away from you. This shocked you. âYouâre not gonna let me see it? You always let me see your drawings.â
âNot right now. Iâm not done. It has to be perfect.â You hummed. Youâve never seen him this determined on a sketch before. You muttered an âokayâ, moving to the kitchen to grab a few glasses of water. You cursed as you tried to get a look at the book, Hyunjin skillfully evading it from your view.Â
You sighed as you walked back over. You gave him a kiss on top of his head before setting the water down. He muttered a âthank youâ before watching you settle back into your spot, immediately grabbing your book. You watched him with slight curiosity before diving back into your book.
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You closed your finished book, tiredness seeping it away behind your eyes. You yawned and snuggled into the couch before looking at Hyunjin. He looked between you and the sketch book before moving closer to you. âThank you.â He muttered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
âFor what?â You asked, tiredness present in your voice as you held your arms out for him. He quickly accepted the invitation, shifting you around until you laid on top of him. He placed a kiss on your head before grabbing the sketchbook. Your eyes widened as you took the picture in. It was of you reading. Your hair flowing beautifully around your face, your features delicately drawn into the page. You hardly recognized yourself. If anything, Hyunjin made you more beautiful. âHyune, this is beautiful.â
He widely smiled. âItâs my favorite piece of inspiration you gave me.â
âYouâve definitely captured me a lot prettier than I am.â You said quietly as you gently traced the outline of your face.
âNo, I donât think so.â You turned to look at him as he took the book from you. âI captured perfection, a muse. My muse. This is what I see everyday when I wake up next to you.âÂ
Tears began to cloud your eyes as you looked at the sketch again. âI love you, you know that?â
He kissed a tear away. âAnd I love you a thousand times more.â
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âheatwavesâ
pairing: alpha!gojo x omega!fem!reader
summary: when a work trip takes you to japan, the last thing you expect is a heatwave... and some guy with blue eyes?
content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, a/b/o dynamics, no established relationship, dubcon (i feel like itâs always kinda dubcon with a/b/o), p->v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, marking, spit, praise, swearing, pet names (baby/sweetheart/princess), brief mention/implication of pregnancy, knotting, reader gets picked up, reader is american, reader is unaware of their omega status, reader experiences their first heat, reader and satoru âbondâ without having a fully conscious conversation, reader and satoru are early twenties.
a/n: it's here! somebody spay me.
by popular demand i have written alpha!gojo for you all⊠just a classic reader goes into an accidental heat at work and (x) character happens to be the nearest alpha LMAO. this is entirely uncreative, but i love it for that!!! straight smut with a little plot if you squint hard enough! i hope it lives up to your expectations. find my alpha!geto fic here and find the list of my 1k event fics here. enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!
credits: dividers by @cafekitsune.
wc: 5k
Nobody ever told you that Japan was so damn hot.Â
Hot was not what came to mind when youâd heard youâd be taking a trip to Tokyo. Temples? Sure. Mt. Fuji? Great. Hot? No fucking way.Â
But, here you were, boiling away under the sun on what youâd thought would be a fun little work trip. Instead, you were just suffering with every step, trying to listen to what Principal Yaga was saying and failing miserably.Â
âThese are the sparring courts. No students right now, but theyâll start training within the hour.âÂ
You rub at the back of your neck, cringing when your palm comes away coated with a thin layer of sweat. Gross.Â
You lift your eyes to the sky, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Your little trip to Japan was to organize an exchange program with Jujutsu Tech. Your students had been begging to take a trip to Tokyo, to where their cursed energy would be closer to the source and, consequently, stronger. You had to admit, it was a good idea. A few months spent training here in Japan would do them good. From the moment youâd set foot on Japanese soil, your power had thrummed faster in your veins than ever before.Â
Principal Yaga was giving you a tour of the grounds and had sealed your horrible fate when heâd decided to start outside. You barely heard a word the man said. New York was never this hotâŠ
âAre you alright?â You blink, fanning your face as best you can. It provides no relief. God, it felt like the heat was penetrating your fucking bonesâŠÂ
When your eyes slide to Principal Yaga, youâre surprised to see that he looks genuinely concerned. âY-yeah.â You blink again, shocked by your own stutter. Maybe you were coming down with something? âIâm fine, just not used to this kind of heat, I guess.â You fan your face again and clench your jaw when it still does nothing.Â
Yagaâs brows furrow and you see him glance around, like heâll find said heat standing next to him. How was he wearing so many layers?Â
âHow about we head inside and take a break, then? We can continue the tour⊠later.â You nearly fall to the ground and kiss his feet. Air conditioning is truly God's gift to manâŠÂ
You smile and itâs all genuine. âThat would be amazing. Thank you.âÂ
Yaga nods, but you think his eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before he turns. He still looks confused⊠or maybe flustered? That only leaves you confused.Â
You follow after him, each step feeling like youâre sinking deep into cement. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to get some ventilation. When you finally reach the building you nearly sigh with relief. Air conditioning⊠thatâll be good. Just what you need. A few minutes inside and youâll be good to go. Youâll just have to remember not to wear so many damn layers again when you continue the tour.Â
Youâre smiling as you step inside, so ready for relief that youâre practically shakingâ but relief never comes. Your brows furrow. You brush your arm through the air. It⊠doesnât help. Itâs strangeâ you can feel the coolness of the air conditioning, feel it gliding up and across your skin, but the heat doesnât subside, doesnât so much as lessen.Â
âI trust you know how to find anything you mightââ Yaga clears his throat. âNeed?âÂ
 Your brows furrow. Heâd shown you all the schoolâs resources last night and your room was already stocked with food, toiletries, and every other thing you could possibly need. Of course you knew where everything wasâŠÂ
âYes⊠Thank you.âÂ
Yaga shifts so uncomfortably you think that maybe heâs about to pee his pants. âRight, well, you have my contact information. Let me know if I can be of assistance in connecting you to any⊠resources.â
Youâre more confused now than you were at the start of this conversation. âRightâŠâÂ
âTake care.âÂ
Yaga shoots you one lastâ worried?- glance and stalks down the hall. Youâre left wondering what the hell is happening in his mind and why he seemed so desperate to offer you resources?Â
You blink, clearing your mind as best you can, but some sort of fog seems to be settling over your consciousness. Definitely coming down with something, you think.Â
You make your way through the halls, steps still feeling suspiciously heavy and heat still radiating off your body. A cold shower. Thatâll help. Or so you thought. The further you walk, the more each hallway starts to look like the next. Was it left or right next? Was this hallway always a dead end? Since when was there a bathroom there?
Youâre leaning against the wall now, panting. Something is pooling in your gut, something warm and far too intense. Your inner thighs are wet, too. You want to convince yourself itâs sweat, but⊠youâre horny. More horny than youâve ever been in your whole damn life. You think you might die if you donât get some dick in the next ten minutes. What the fuck?
You slide yourself into the next room you see: an empty classroom. Thank fucking god. You grab the back of a chair, hands shaking with how hard youâre gripping the wood. You take a deep breath. You need to get a hold of yourself, need to figure out what the fuck is happening to you. Â
You swallow and try your best to think. Itâs not without difficulty. Your head feels like somebodyâs filled it with glue. It takes a minute for a coherent thought to come through, but when it does, you think itâs a good one. Doctor.Â
Yesâ you donât feel well, so obviously a doctor is the correct choice, right? You scramble for your phone in your back pocket but freeze when the brush of your own hand against your ass sends a jolt up your spine. What the fuck is wrong with you?Â
Carefully, you extract your phone from your pocket, but itâs too difficult to even remember your fucking passcode. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the overwhelming ache thatâs forming between your legs. Something is definitely wrong.
You fumble with your phone, but your hands are shaking so hard it just tumbles to the floor.Â
âFuck,â you breathe. âFuck, fuck, fuck?âÂ
âYo, whoâs baking cookies in here without me?âÂ
Your head snaps up and, with some difficulty, your eyes settle on a⊠man. You suck in a breath. Heâs⊠dazzling. Heâs wearing all black, but itâs not a student uniform. One of the teachers that youâve yet to meet, then. White hair and pale skin contrasts against his clothes, but his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses set low on his nose. Even in your delirious state you still have the wherewithal to wonder who the fuck wears sunglasses inside.Â
You get a quick look at him before a wave of intense- fuck, desire?- washes over you. You tremble again and shock yourself when a whimper tumbles from your lips.Â
âOh, shit,â you hear him say. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and watch him inhale againâ deeply. His lips part. âOh, shit.â
You clench your jaw and tighten your grip on your chair. Your legs are shaking nowâ you can barely stand. You squeak pitifully.Â
The second the sound leaves your throat you hear footstepsâ rapid, hurried, concerned, ones. Warm hands clasp your waist and you cry out at the touch, electricity sparking on your skin.Â
âShhh, itâs okay.â He turns you gently to face him, hands steadying your swaying body. âWho the fuck left you alone in here?â His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your lower back now and you think youâve never felt something so good in your life. Itâs so good that you almost miss what he said. Almost.Â
âW-What?â You see his brows furrow as you peek up at him. At this angle you can see under his sunglasses. His eyes are blue. Really fucking blue. You think he might be the most attractive man youâve ever seen, even with the expression of⊠anger?- that heâs currently wearing.Â
âWhoever he is, I'll kill him.âÂ
That makes you blink. An extra sliver of clarity opens in your brain. âWhat are you talking about?â
He tugs you a little closer, wrapping an arm fully around your waist and pressing you up against him. You try to ignore the fact that you love it, that you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and climb him like a fucking tree.Â
âWhat idiot leaves an omega going into heat?â Heâs glaring at the doorway like heâs torn between staying here with you and running after said idiot to pommel him into the ground.Â
ââM not an omega.â The words are out before youâve even stopped to consider them. Itâs true. Youâre not an omega. Youâre a beta. Youâve always been a beta. Youâve got the little âBâ on your ID card to prove it. You were tested at birth, just like everyone else, and even if you really were an omega you would have presented years ago.
He only glances down at you and snorts. âFunny, sweetheart.â His hand is still rubbing those little circles into your back and itâs enough to make that fogginess in your mind grow a little thicker.Â
But your fear, your uncertainty outways your instinct. You pound a weak fist against his chest, not to push him away, but to get his attention. Heâs still glaring at the doorway like he wants to murder it.Â
ââM serious,â you gasp. âIâm a beta⊠I donâ... know whasâ happeninâ⊠to me.â Each word is a tremendous effort to form. Your tongue seems to have lost its ability to do anything but hang limply.Â
That gets his attention. He lifts a hand, gently brushing your hair back from your eyes and then cupping your jaw. âIs this your first heat?âÂ
You find yourself leaning into his touch despite the fact that youâve only known him for thirty seconds. Your eyelids flutter. âN-Not a heat⊠jusâ feel⊠sick.â
His brows furrow again, deeper this time, and he shakes his head. âHow old are you?â
You know why he asks. Most omegas present around eighteen or nineteen. âOlder than⊠nineteenâŠâ You try to laugh, but it only comes out as a whimper.
That answer only serves to make him push closer. You feel his hand trailing down your neck, skimming gently over the skin until he reaches a spot you hadn't even realized was so⊠sore. You keen at the touch. Fuck, no. There was no way. You had swollen fucking scent glands.Â
You try to push away, but he pulls you in, burying his face in your neck. You shudder when he groans. âYou smell like a damn bakery exploded,â he chuckles, and the sound is muffled by your skin. When he pulls away he makes it look like the action is physically painful. He cups your face again. âHate to break it to you, sweetheart, but youâre an omega. If this is your first heat thenâŠâ he swallows and your eyes track the bob of his throat. âYouâre just a late bloomer, baby.â
You shake your head desperately. Itâs just the stupid heatwave. Itâs just⊠hot outside⊠right?Â
You try to think about how this could be possible. It could be that the test you took as a baby was wrong⊠it happened sometimes. It was rare, but it happened. But if you were an omega, what would have triggered your presentation now? What had changed?Â
Your eyes widen. Japan. Youâd set foot in fucking Japan. Ever since youâd gotten here, youâd felt power pulsing in your veins. Maybe it hadnât been just powerâŠÂ
âN-noââÂ
A gentle thumb smooths over your cheek and you meet his eyes again. You shiver when you see a whole lot more black than blue. âYou have no alpha?âÂ
You whimper, leaning into him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, a part of you begs. You shake your head again and a tear slides down your cheek. âNo,â you whisper.Â
Strong arms slide beneath your knees and you squeak when youâre suddenly suspended in the air. When you glance up heâs grinning triumphantly. âYou have one now,â is all he says before heâs carrying you out of the classroom and twisting through the halls.Â
Warmth rushes over you at the sensation of being held, and something begs you to give into it, to give into the heat still washing over you, to the throbbing between your legs. You fight it and fight it hard.Â
âWhereâre we going?â you ask, but your voice is sounding more and more like a whisper.Â
His eyes stay focused ahead, even as he presses a comforting kiss to the crown of your head. âYour room, sweetheart.âÂ
Your brows scrunch. âHow dâ you know whereââÂ
ââM following your scent, baby.âÂ
He can do that? You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed, only to be hit by a different scent so delicious your mouth starts watering. You groan. Loudly. Thereâs a scent pouring from his neck thatâs filling your head with memories of spices you canât name, but suddenly know you love.Â
You think you hear him chuckle and then feel a gentle hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you. You snuggle deeper into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and burying your fingers in his hair. Taste him, taste him, taste him your mind chants. Itâs too good an offer to deny. You lick a stripe across his skin.Â
Your groans are instant. Heâs squeezing you closer, leaning into your touch, and youâre pulling him closer. Your fingers curl into his jacket, tugging and tugging. You lick again and now heâs the one groaning.Â
âDamn, that feels good,â He sounds as surprised by that fact as you feel. The swaying of his steps comes to a sudden halt. You whine, missing the rocking of his body. âThink weâre here, princess. This it?â His hand is smoothing over your hair, slowly coaxing you away from the curve of his neck. You blink, not wanting to leave the paradise of his scent, but also feeling some overwhelming urge to please him.
Your eyes settle on a door and you recognize a little chip in the wood. You nod. âMhm.âÂ
You gasp when his hand grips your hip, wriggling through your pocket until he pulls out a little brass key.Â
âPerfect,â he says, and his voice sounds like heâs all too pleased with himself. He shimmies your key in the knob until the lock clicks and then youâre inside. The door slams shut loud enough to make you jump and squeak.Â
âOops, sorry, baby. Guess Iâm a little excited, heh.â His hand squeezes your hip soothingly and you mewl at the wave of heat that pulses through you. Your clit throbs almost painfully and you feel something gush onto your thighs. You whimper.Â
He inhales. âOh, shit,â he breathes, and then youâre moving again. He navigates your room like he knows it. He probably does. From what you can tell, most of the rooms at Jujutsu Tech follow a standard layout. He weaves down a hall to the left and then into your bedroom on the right.Â
He lays you on the bed gently, tenderly, like heâs afraid you might break if he drops you so much as an inch. âThere we go,â he breathes. You canât deny that it feels good, that it feels right, to be lying on the softness of your mattress, but itâs not enough.Â
You claw at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him close. You want something from him, need something, but you canât name what. You just know that the heat boiling beneath your skin can only be sated by him, that the throbbing between your legs can only be calmed by him. âP-Please,â you whimper. Tears well in your eyes. You need him so bad it physically hurts.Â
The smile he gives you is soft and genuine and it takes your breath away. He dips his head and you think you see him slide those sunglasses down his nose and toss them to the side. You donât pay too close attention, though, because heâs kissing your neck again and your body is screaming with sensation.Â
âAw, I know, baby. Donâ worry. âM gonna take care of you now. Jusâ relax.âÂ
His words spark something in youâ your last bit of consciousness. A brief moment of clarity shines through the fog of your mind and you remember what the hell is happening, what the hell youâre doing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head desperately. No, no, no, this is not happening to you. Thereâs no way.
âHey, now. None aâ that.â Fingers clasp your chin, holding you still. When you peek your eyes open, you see that he has in fact removed his sunglasses and that his eyes are more black pupil than dazzling blue. His jaw is clenched and his breathing is heavy. âDonât try tâ fight it. Jusâ try to enjoy itâŠâ His head dips and suddenly heâs nipping at your scent gland again.Â
You thrash and scream, but not in fear or pain. Youâve never felt something so good in your life. Every graze of his teeth feels like heaven. Your skin zings with electricity, sending pulses of pure need straight between your thighs.Â
You grab at him, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Your chest is heaving when you speak. âPlease, p-please-âÂ
âShhhâŠâ You think you hear your shirt tearing, but youâre too focused on pulling him closer to care. His tongue licks a stripe up your throat and your eyes roll back.Â
Youâre sure your shirt is off now. You can feel the cool air, but it does nothing to ease the heat raging inside you, pulsing and pumping through your veins.You feel him tugging at your pants, too, and you try to raise your hips. He only shushes you again. âJusâ relax. Let me do the work, baby.âÂ
Your pants are gone in seconds, even without your assistance. So is your bra and then your panties. He tries pulling away to undress himself, but you mewl and his eyes blow even blacker before heâs back over you again. He settles for popping the buttons straight off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants.Â
The sight of his bare skin makes you whimper and then youâre clawing at him again, dragging your fingers across his shoulders, over his chest, down his abs. Itâs a greedy touch and one that he returns. His palms move along your body, kneading and squeezing at any flesh he can grab. It feels so good that you think you might pass outâ but itâs still not enough. Something is still missing. You feel⊠empty.Â
His fingers trace across your stomach and itâs too late to realize whatâs happening before heâs circling your clit. You jerk and jolt at the touch, but he presses his chest to yours, pinning you. The throbbing only worsens when his fingers settle into a rhythm.Â
Tears leak down your cheeks. Itâs too overwhelming. Youâre burningâ burning from the inside out. The pulsing between your thighs is all-consuming with its intensity, with its-
âNeed! N-Needââ youâre crying out, but you donât even know what to ask forâ donât even know what you need.Â
âGod, Fuck, I know, princess,â he groans. He licks a long stripe up your neck. âBut âs your first heat. Gottaââ he has to pause to swallow. Heâs panting, now, just as lost as you are, and you get the sense that heâs restraining himself. âGotta get you ready⊠go slow.âÂ
You shake your head. Now, now, now is all you can think. You need him now. âNo⊠pleaseâŠâ You bury your head in his neck and find that spot thatâs pouring his spicy scent into the air. Your mouth waters and you lick him, letting your teeth graze his skin.
âFuck!â He shivers atop you and you feel the pure strength restrained within his muscles. âFuck- okay. Okay. Relax fâ me, princess.âÂ
You try, you really do, but your body refuses to do anything but try to pull him closer. You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them up, up, up until theyâre pressed tightly to your chest and your feet are dangling on his shoulders. The position makes you whine, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.Â
âYou on birth control, baby?âÂ
Your brows furrow. Itâs becoming harder and harder to focus on what heâs saying rather than simply the sound of his voice. Were you? You try to think, try to remember through the pit of glue that is your brain. NoâŠ
You shake your head. âN-NoâŠâÂ
Thereâs a slight pause, a beat of contemplation, and then heâs laughing. âGuess Iâm bouta be a daddy then, heh.â He chuckles again and the sound rings through you with a wave of pure bliss. His lips brush your neck again, settling on your pulse and making you whine. âDonât really mind as long as I get you.â Your head rolls back submissively, exposing your throat. Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams. Thereâs nothing you want more than that, you think.âOkay, here we go, baby.âÂ
Thereâs hardly any more warning. One second you feel him shifting between your thighs and the next heâs pressing inside of you, feeding his cock in inch by inch. The stretch is⊠delicious. It burns, fuels that fire inside you, but it makes the heat feel more⊠pleasurable. Your back arches and your head rolls back submissively.Â
âOh, fuck, princess.â His voice has gotten higher, more like a whine than anything else. When you gaze up at him you can see the flush in his cheeks, even through the fog in your mind. More, more, more your mind screams. Or maybe you say it aloud, because more is exactly what he gives you. The second you feel him tucked up against your cervix the second he begins to take you. He sets a pace that is somehow both brutal and gentle, with strokes that rattle your skull and also give you exactly what you need. His hands grip your hips, holding you still to take exactly what he wants to give. His head dips until he has his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his tongue is swirling so deliciously that you canât help but drag your nails down his back.Â
Your body rocks with every thrust, teeth rattling and eyes rolling. The heat inside you grows⊠tighter, like itâs all pooling to your core, waiting for something you still canât quite name.Â
âN-needâŠâ You donât know what you need, still. Only that you want to beg for it so badly it hurts.Â
His tongue slides away from your nipple, tracing a line up between the valley of your breasts, over your collarbone, before he finally settles on your pulse once again. The nick of his teeth makes something click in your mind. This is what you need. Bite me, bite me, bite. Claim me, claim me, claim me.Â
âYes,â you breathe. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, coaxing his teeth to sink in, to stake their claim. âOh God, yes. Please.â You sound delirious, you think, but then so does he when he answers.Â
âNot yet, princess. Not yet.â His tongue darts out to lick across your neck again and you can only sob. Why not yet? Now, now, nowâŠÂ
Tightness coils in your muscles, the throb at your core reaching a breaking point. You feel something coming, something like an orgasm but yet also not. You know that when whatever is pooling inside you releases, you will shatter, and youâre not sure youâll ever be put back together.Â
Your nails claw across his back hard enough to draw blood and the action forces out some sort of low grumble from his chest that makes you whimper and melt into the mattress. The tip of his nose draws a line up your throat. âKeep doinâ that, baby. Mark me up.âÂ
You donât dare deny him. You scratch at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer. His thrusts grow faster and your thighs begin to tremble and shake on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the intensity of all youâre feeling. You pull at him, grab at him, thread your fingers through his hair.Â
Your body jolts with each thrust and youâre sure youâre going to burst any moment. But you canât. Not yet. You still need something, something he hasnât given you yet. He groans and the sound is so delicious that you feel it sliding over your skin and settling in your bones.Â
âMâ gonna knot you now, princess,â he breathes. âGonna make you feel so good. Gonna take care âve you.â
You whimper at his words. You hope theyâre true. You donât think you can take much more of the incessant gnawing of need in your gut.Â
âPleaseâŠâ your voice is hardly more than a whisper. His breath is hot as it shakes against your neck. Heâs licking and nipping at you ravenously, like he needs you just as badly, like he wants to claim you as badly as you want to be claimed.Â
His thrusts quicken even further and your jaw falls open, neck arching. You donât think you can hold on much longer. Apparently, neither can he.Â
You feel it the moment he starts to swell inside you. Itâs perfect, you think. It canât get better than thisâ but then it does.Â
His teeth graze your throat again, this time a little harsher and with a little more intent. âMine,â he whispers. The second he bites you everything goes blurry.Â
Youâre experiencing⊠heaven. There is a rush of that electricity that buzzes under your skin. It bursts forth and you feel it reaching out, forming a link between the two of you that you know is now impenetrable. It pulses and burns and you can feel him, feel his pleasure, his desire, his need for you and only youâ his need to make you his. You think your souls must be blending, merging, with how deep the connection runs. You think you know him, know everything you could possibly ever need to. You know heâs the one. You know heâs yours.
Itâs perfect, the way it fulfills every desire youâve ever had, the way he notches inside your cunt like thatâs where he was made to be, the way his teeth clamp around your throat and bond you together forever.
You scream for him, you think, but you canât tell through the complete and total haze of pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, milking him for every last drop, and you feel the heat of his cum coating your cervix. The heat at your center finally releases, bursting and flooding through you in a way that feels like pure bliss has been injected into your veins. Your thighs quake and tremble with the pure intensity of it all and white spots dot your vision.Â
His body is tense above you, shivering with the magnitude of whatâs just happened. Heâs groaning into your neck, your flesh still clamped between his teeth like he never wants to let go. Youâre not sure you ever want him to.Â
Your breaths shake in and out, lungs heaving as you finally come down. His knot is still settled deep inside you and with the few strings of consciousness that slowly filter back into your mind you know that heâll remain there for a while.
His teeth release from your neck with a squelch that you think you would be sickening in any other context, but only makes you whimper at the loss of contact. He only hums and finds your hand, twining your fingers together as he laps at the fresh bite on your throat. It feels⊠amazing. Not in the way it felt before, like he was licking pure lust straight onto your skin, but more like heâs giving you a comfort you have never known in your life. You feel safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt you here.Â
His lips press a final kiss to your throat before you feel him shifting. He gently rolls you both onto your sides, getting comfortable and pulling you to his chest while you both wait for the next wave of lust to hit you. It will, you know. Sooner rather than later, too. Your mind has cleared enough to realize whatâs happening, whatâs to come. You wonât be leaving this room, this bed, for quite some time.Â
A gentle hand brushes a sweaty lock of hair from your eyes before it settles on the nape of your neck, massaging the sore muscles there. You sigh and raise your gaze to find him already looking at you, an easy smile on his lips. He has dimples, you realize, and heâs⊠breathtaking. And now⊠heâs all yours.
Thereâs a beat of silence between you, a moment of reconciliation with whatâs just happened between you, of what it means. You blink up at him, your lips parting to say something, anything, but instead your brows furrow in thought.
His smile drops instantly. He leans into you, thumb caressing your cheek. âWhat is it, sweetheart?âÂ
Your mouth runs dry. You peek up at him from beneath your lashes. âWhatâs your name?â
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dilf!toji being your ex bf
fluff & angst + making up + cuddling + toji not being able to resist you when you look so fragile + toji forever loving you
part 2! - back in love !
You sent 1:03 am
hey, r u awake?
toji places the cigarette back down on the ashtray, looking at his phone slightly shocked. itâs been months since you and him have had contact, the split up that has happened to your relationship has left a strain in his heart.
why did you text him at this hour? and most importantly, why arenât you asleep? toji knows how well your sleep schedule usually was.
his friends look at him concerned, the look on tojiâs face confusing them even more compared to when he stopped smoking repeatedly just a few seconds ago.
âfushiguro, you good?â satoru questions, patting his friends shoulder as he looks over at his friends phone. he wasnât able to get a look at the message before toji pulls the phone into a direction that wasnât able to be seen.
âyeah.. jusâ lemme call someone real quick.â before the rest of his friends could protest, toji is up and walking over to an empty room in the apartment. taking a seat on the bed.
Toji sent 1:09 am
thought i told you to lose my number
now thatâs something he wouldnât text you, he immediately starting regretting sending that message the second you immediately read the message.
you were his sweet little girl. the young woman who he swore he was gonna marry, the one he swore to have kids with.
things were different when he realized how much his life would have an impact on you if you stayed with him.
whatâs good about a sweet girl who has a bright future getting with a older man selling illegal substances, that could send him to jail for years and years.
yeah not good at all.
toji knew whatâs best for you, and if it meant him not being with you then it was worth it.
because he loved you, and would do physically anything in his power for you to have the best in life.
You sent 1:09 am
i know, i just need someone to talk to rn. iâm sorry
his heart weeps, you still want his comfort even after he has completely broke you, and your relationship with him.
he should be in jail for just breaking you in general.
toji sighs, not knowing how to reply. he wants to comfort you, yet he wants to push you away from his life. push you away from the trouble and the dangers that could happen to you.
he thinks you have given up until you text him 3 minutes later.
You sent 1:12 am
can i call you, please toji?
he couldnt deny it. he just couldnt. his love for you was simply unbreakable even if you werenât together anymore.
his friends out in the living room are most likely concerned and worried for toji, but thatâs the least of his problems. he needs to know if youâre okay, if youâre hurt.
âincoming call from Tojiâ
he swears his heart skips a beat when the call goes through.
toji is not one to get nervous. especially with anything in general. but when it came to you, everything comes crashing down. when it comes to you, toji is willing to do anything for you, because you were his girl. his love.
â..hiâ your voice is shaky, it seems youâre nervous as well. could he blame you though? this was the first time in months he has actually spoke to you.
âhey.â he replies, hoping you wouldnât notice the weak tone in his voice as he spoke.
thereâs a moment of silence, and soft breathing from your end before toji speaks up.
âare you ok? whyâd you call me.â
itâs harsh, his tone is harsh. your eyes begin watering, and you hope he doesnât notice.
âi-i am just having trouble sleeping, thatâs all. âwanted your company atleast to calm me down.â your tone has a small strain, as if you were crying for hours before you called him.
it was as if he was able to see your puffy eyes through the screen, he could just imagine it now.
âthereâs something else, hm? câmon tell me, yâknow i wonât judge.â especially with you. is what he wanted to say as-well, but he couldnât get to soft with you now. he couldnât.
he hears a sniffle from your end, feeling his heart clench once more. as if his heart is dropping to the bottom of his stomach.
âokay.. t-truth is i usually sleep better with you âround. but since youâre gone, âts been kinda rough. i just wanted to call you for once, to see if it would help..â you confessed, voice breaking down in between sentences.
toji has an urge to put you down, and hang up. but he couldnât, how could he resist you? especially after everything he has put you through.
the bracelet on his wrist that has your initials come into his vision. you had made this for him when he was sick, he has never took it off ever since.
âyâwant me to come over? not gonna make contact, jusâ gonna be there til you sleep.â he says calmly, he swore he couldâve heard you sigh in relief.
âmhmm, yes please..â youâre still polite, his sweet girl is still sweet around him. thatâs what he misses with you.
âalrightâ be there in 10. jus know iâm never doin this shit again, kay?â he says harshly, too harsh.
you sniffle again, he could tell your frowning and having tears drop on your phone screen. his heart strings get tugged, and he calms his weeping heart.
heâs hurt you once again.
the call ends before you could say anything else, and heâs out of the bedroom quickly taking his keys. his friends look at him concerned.
âyo, you good?â suguru comments, looking up at his friend who was ready to leave the apartment.
âwhere you going?â satoru also questions.
toji shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at his of friends once again.
âgonna be gone for a bit, see ya tomorrow?â he waves them off, and goes out the door before they could reply, or ask anymore questions.
he knows he said he would be at your place by 10 minutes, but he ends up arriving in 5 minutes. quickly at your door step, knocking on the door gently.
just as he predicted, you open the door almost immediately.
when he looks at you, he swears he could break down then and there. on your door step.
your eyes are puffy, youâre wearing his hoodie that he âaccidentallyâ left at your home, and there were dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks.
he wanted to kiss your cheeks badly, and cradle you in his arms. but he resisted.
thats before you crash into his arms, immediately breaking down. hugging him tightly as if he was going to disappear again.
toji breaks, he canât handle the cold act around you any longer.
ây/n? whatâs wrong baby? speak to me..â toji cooâs, his harsh tone disappeared. you automatically feel comfort from his nice tone, something you missed.
there he is, the sweet older boyfriend you have always missed. the man who was your home, your protector, your everything.
ââmissed you sâmuch toji. miss being with you and megumi, i-i canât sleep without thinking about how i couldâve been better for you.â you stutter repeatedly.
it was no lie that megumi missed you as well. the boy who is only 3 years old can not go a night without asking where you were, if you were coming back to him without breaking down. because you made the little boy feel loved.
tojiâs heart breaks, now he notices how selfish he has been. yes he was protecting you, but he also broke you so much. regret seeps into his body, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.
ââs not your fault sweets, you were more than enough for me. câmon, letâs go to bed.â he murmurs, picking you up bridal style and walks towards your bedroom. the door behind him shutting closed.
the photo of you both happily together was still on your night stand, tojiâs heart breaks for the millionth time in the past hour.
his side of the bed was cold, as if you never slept on it. thatâs because it felt wrong sleeping on that side, knowing it once belonged to him.
you continue crying as youâre placed on the bed, still in toji arms. heâs careful with you, placing kisses on your face and rubbing your body to give you his heat.
âi-i miss you.. sâmuch.â you repeat, looking up at him for the first time with clear sight. tears drying back on your cheeks.
he gives you a sad smile and kisses both of your cheeks, sticky with tears.
âi miss you more sweetheart, missed my little girl sâmuch.. âlâll explain everythin to you tomorrow, kay?â he questions, caressing your cold cheek.
the smile you give him is sad, but could easily melt the coldness in his heart.
after you nod he places a kiss on your lips, before pulling you closer, your head on his chest while is head is rested on top of yours.
the night goes by, and your soft snores fill the room. tojiâs eyes are still glued onto the photo of you both, looking so happy, so dumb and in love.
he is gonna make that happen again, only for you. heâd figure out everything else soon, his priority was now you.
âi love you, missed you more than anything. baby.â he whispers quietly, placing one last kiss to your temple before drifting off to sleep.
for the first time in months he is able to sleep with no bad feelings, or any nightmares.
that is because youâre by his side, by his side to push away all the bad thoughts. by his side to make him feel loved again.
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part 2 - back in love !
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Request: carmy/reader, jealousy
âyouâre so mean to me.â (c. berzatto x reader)
You friend sees you at the Beef while you were helping out at the counter. Carmy feels insecure. (mean!carmy, angst to fluff, just :(, sydney is such a sweetheart, protect carmen at all cost, not sure if there are spoilers, unedited.) - ACCEPTING REQUESTS!
He comes to the Beef with authority and an air of confidence. Richie noticed that he had a designer shirt on, the monogram of some brand littered on it. The shoes on his feet could cover some expenses at the Beef. You were helping out at the counter that day. Carmy has been telling you how stressful the Beef had been since day one and you decided that on your days off, youâd go down to the shop and help. Carmy wished you didnât come that dayâŠnot if he was there.
The first time you came, Carmy was bewildered. He was a blushing, babbling mess when his girlfriend came to help. âAyo, Jeff, stop staring and give the girl a job!â Tina teased, making Carmyâs ears turn red.Â
âAlright, Chef,â he said, looking at you, finally breaking out of his trance. âCome to the office and IâllâŠorient you,â he takes your hand and brings you to the back office before you could say hi to his coworkers. âSyd, cover for me!â
âYes, chef!âÂ
He locked the door behind him and kissed your head.Â
âHey, baby. What are you doing here?â he asked. His voice was soft, dripping with vanilla and honey.
âItâs my day-off and youâve been telling me how much you needed another person at the counter and I decided to come down and help out. Iâm sure Richie could help me,â you said. âBut if you think that I might disrupt the system, I can leave and stay in the area! We can go on a date after your shift,âÂ
Carmy could just melt. How were you so considerate and beautiful and kind to him? He was so sure that he didnât deserve you. He was almost certain that you were too good for him. Too good for everyone.
âI promise, I wonât mind whatever you choose, Carm.â you said, smiling softly at him. You could see the gears in his head turning.Â
âNo, no. I want you here,â said. âI want you here.â
âOkay. Iâll stay,â he hears, and you kiss him softly. âIâll go to Richie and ask him to teach me the basics, okay?â
âAlright,â he said, pecking your lips âJust come to the office if youâre not feeling it, okay?â
âYeah,â you nod, leaving the space and leaving a lovesick Carmy in the office.Â
âHey, guys! Sorry if Iâm here on short notice. Iâll just keep out of your way and help Richie out, okay?â you asked. The kitchen hums and releases a series of âsureâ, âokayâ, and âthank youâs.â
âChefs! Iâll take care of family today,â Carmy said a few moments later. He was watching you joke around with Richie. He was teaching you the basics and teaching you how to take orders.Â
The first time you helped out, Carmy was tense. He didnât want anything to happen to you. Nothing to touch you but soon, once you were well-integrated in their system, the kitchen found themselves looking forward to every Wednesday when Carmy was calmer, less annoying, and less rude. Itâs like you take out every bad thing in him.Â
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Not today though. Not when Richie saw your eyes widen in recognition, an instantaneous sweet smile plastered on your face.
âAyo, cousin!â he calls, while you almost literally jumped over the counter to talk to this guy.Â
âLawrence!â you greeted, taking him in a hug. âHow are you? Richie, this is my childhood friend, Lawrence. Lawrence, this is Richie,â
Richie could only give a grimace and a half-assed wave. Where the fuck was Carmy?
âWait for a bit,â you asked. âSit down, okay? Your sandwich is on the house.â You looked at Richie to ask if he could cover for a few minutes and he nodded. He shouts at the order in the kitchen.
âWhoâs that asshole?â he asked, getting a glass of pop.Â
âMy childhood friend,â you said. âWe grew up in the same street together,â
âWhat does he do?â
âFinanceâŠI think? Itâs been a while since we last talked. I think last year?â you wondered. âI didnât even know that he was still in Chicago because we saw each other in New York,â
âCarmy knows him?âÂ
âNo, I donât think so. I donât talk about him alot. I think Carmy only knows him as a childhood friend,â you said. âTheyâve never met each other.â
Richie gives you the drink and the sandwich that Tina prepared. You uttered a thanks before walking to whereLawrence sat.Â
âI didnât know you worked here,â he said, taking the sandwich from the tray.Â
âI didnât know you still lived here,â you said. âThe last time that I saw you was in New York. I thought you were a big finance guy?â
âAh, I quit,â he shrugged. âDecided to start my own start-up here in Chicago. I had enough savings and well, you know,â
âOf course,â you nod. âI donât work here. I just help out once a week because everythingâs been so busy,â
âHm,â he hums. âMy employees have been raving about the sandwiches here since the new management took over. Decided to try it out and sure enough, you were there.â
âFuck! Where the fuck were you?â Richie asked Carmy when he finally came through the back door. Some rich asshole has been wooing your girl in the seating area. Says heâs her childhood friend or some shit,â
âWho?â Carmen asked, removing his jacket.Â
âYour girlfriend took a break to talk to a customer, Jeff.â Tina said. Carmy frowned, walking briskly to you. The staff huddled, intrigued at how this could unfold. Carmy has never felt jealousy before. Heâs never had to deal with girlfriends and their guy friends that definitely look at you too long. Heâd never have to deal with Lawrence who was so obviously flirting with you. Heâd never have to deal with you accepting it. The jealousy consumes him.
âCarmy! Come here,â you said when you finally noticed him. Heâs been standing there for minutes while you listened to this guy drone on about how bored he was with his money. How you were probably meant to see each other again.Â
âHey,â Carmy greets the guy in front of you. A chair scrapes loudly on the floor, reverberating in the whole restaurant. He sits down.Â
âCarmyâs the owner of this place,â you told Lawrence. âHeâs my boyfriend.â
âHe is?â Lawrence asked and Carmy could feel him sizing him up in his dirty white t-shirt. âIâm Lawrence. We grew up together,â
âOh,â Carmy said. âUh, babe, can I talk to you for a minute in the office?â
âSure,â you said. âI have to go,â you told Lawrence, who stood up as well. His sandwich was half-eaten and it annoyed Carmy. Had he no respect to at least finish the food in front of the chef who made it? Asshole.Â
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm leaving too,â Lawrence said. âI have a meeting around here. Iâll see you?â he asked.Â
âOf course,â You removed your hand from Carmen to hug Lawrence and it fucking hurt. Lawrence kisses the side of your head before sparing a glance to Carmy. What an asshole.Â
âWhat was it, Carm?â you asked, smiling. You were almost forgiven because of how sweet you looked but Carmy have always felt things too intensely. He couldnât stop what came from his mouth and it was too late. Too fucking late and the damage has been done.
âGo home,â he said, coldly. Your face fell and Carmen wanted to take it back. He felt you recoil yourself away from him, as if heâs hurt you. As if he burned you.
âBear?â you asked softly.
âGo home,â he repeated. You frowned, grief-stricken but you nodded.Â
âOkay,â you whispered. âIâllâŠIâll just get my stuff from the locker,â
Carmy looks away from you and you clear your throat. Walking away from him, you saw the staff pretend like they werenât listening.
âHey, guys. Iâm goingâŠgoing home,â you said, trying to stabilize your wavering voice. Tears were threatening to spill but you blink them away. âI donât feel well, and I realized I have thisâŠthing to attend to.â you lied.
âOf course, sweets,â Tina says. âGet home safely, okay?â she asked.Â
âYeah. Iâll let you know once Iâm home.â
âIâll come with you,â Sydney says, glaring at Carmen.Â
âNo, itâsâ â
âItâs just a few blocks away. Iâll take you.â she says, and you nodded, walking to the locker room with her.Â
âSorry for being such a bother,â you said while you waited for her to change into her outside shoes.Â
âYouâre not,â she reassured. âLetâs go?â
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âI didnât know what I did wrong,â you said, walking away from The Beef. âI was just so excited to see my friend. We grew up together, you know? In the same street. Went to the same school and we havenât seen each other in a year. I didnât know what I did for Carmy to be so mean.â
âItâs okay,â Syd says, not wanting to get in the middle. âJust explain things to him, okay? Youâre the only person he listens to.â
âI guess,â you nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks. âI justâŠheâs never been that way to me before. It feels new and I donât like it,â
Syd, whoâs been on the receiving end of Carmy Berzattoâs anger, wanted to protect you from him but it wasnât her place. She wanted so badly to tell you to let him cool off.
The remaining walk back to your apartment was quiet. You both didnât know what to say, where to start.Â
âDo you want to come in?â you asked Sydney. âRefresh a bit?â
âNo, Iâm fine. I might be needed at the restaurant,â Syd says. You nod, going in for a goodbye hug with your friend. âIâll see you?â
âYeah. Thanks for walking me home. Stay safe, okay?â
-
The kitchen hated Carmy that day. He was ruder, more annoying, moreâŠinsufferable. Tina said that he handled the situation wrong, Eibrahim and the others, except for Richie agreed. So, when Sydney comes back, the first thing she say was, âWhat the fuck, Carmen?â
âStay out of it, Sydney,â Richie warns but Sydney did not give a fuck. Seeing her friend so defeated, so sad stirred something in her. Maybe she was biased because she actually liked you
âShe was crying all the way from here,â she said. Carmy felt like he was going to throw up. âGrow up, Carmy. Just because you canât handle that she has other friends, doesnât mean you have to take it out on her.â
âFuck off, Sydney.â
Sydney stands, taken aback. She was just trying to help.
âFine,â she says, blinking. âBut if you come to an empty home, donât take it out on us.â
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Sydneyâs warning rang in his ears as he drove home. He was anxious but his anger superseded every emotion that he was feeling. That was why, when he opened the door, he immediately looked for you.Â
âWho was that?â he demanded. Anxiety and anger had such a bad mix and he knew it. He couldnât stop. That friend of yours made him feel so insecure.Â
âCarmen,â you sighed. âHeâs my friend. Lawrence. I told you about him before,â
âCarmen?â he chuckled. Heâs just Carmen now? âI donât like him.â
âWhy?â you asked, exasperated. âHeâs nice. I was actually so excited for the two of you to meet until you ruined it. Heâs my friend that I havenât seen in over a year, Carmy. Wasnât it a natural reaction to be excited?â
âWhat? Youâre telling me that I ruined your little date in my restaurant?â he asked, voice raising. âThatâs nice. Sorry for bothering you,â
âWe werenât even doing anything wrong!â you said, walking away. You didnât want thisâyou just wanted to talk about things without screaming.Â
âHey! Get back here, Iâm talking to you!â
âTalk about what, Carmen?â you asked. âYouâre not listening to me. Okay? What is there to talk about?â
âYou let him all over you like that! Took a break just to spend time with him,â he sneered. âAnd-and he looked at you like you were his. You let him kiss you. You let him do things to you and you just fucking accepted it.â
âWhat?â you asked. âLawrence and I grew up like that Thereâs nothing wrong with it,â you tried. You were probably being too defensive, not letting Carmy explain his side but you were hurt when he dismissed you just like that. When he let you go without a kiss. He just looked away when you were pleading with him.Â
âSo, youâd rather defend your old fucking friend instead of trying to fix this bullshit,â Carmen spits. âHeard,â
âWhat?â your heart dropped. âBullshit?â The first tear falls like it was rehearsed. It broke your heart to hear Carmy call you relationship bullshit when youâve spent the best days of your life with him. When you helped him through the nightmaresâŠwhen he took care of you. âBullshit, huh, Carmen?â
You couldnât form a string of coherent sentences. Your mouth was agape, trying to process what he just said. Fix this bullshit. Fix this bullshit. You nod, pursing your lips to stop yourself from crying.Â
Bullshit. It was when you stayed up late to make sure that he slept peacefully, threading your fingers in his golden hair so he could feel your presence. Bullshit. It was when you picked him up from some bar downtown because he decided to drink with Richie. Bullshit. It was when you sacrificed your days-off just so you could spend more time together. Bullshit. It was when he showed up on your first date with flowers that you pressed in between the pages of your favorite book. Bullshit. It was when Carmen told you that he loved you because you made him a burnt grilled cheese sandwich. Bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit. It was ringing in your ear, breaking your heart in a million pieces.Â
âFuck, baby,â Carmen takes it back when you moved to walk towards the door. âIâm sorryâ â
âIs that all it was to you?â you asked. âBullshit? Is that why you dismissed me so coldly earlier? Because itâs bullshit?â Tears are on your face now and you wipe them away. âItâs bullshit, huh?â
âBabyâŠâ
âDonât,â you said. âFuck, youâre soâŠso mean,â you said, crouching on the floor to shield yourself away from him. âIâŠI donât know what I did wrong,â you whispered. âAnd Iâm sorry if my actions hurt you but thatâs how I grew up with Lawrence. I didnât know that I was hurting you but, fuck,â you sobbed. âYouâre so mean to me, Bear.â You didnât mean it as an endearment, and he knew that.
âIâm sorry, baby,â he says, crouching down to your level. âI didnât mean to say that. Iâm so fucking sorry,â he whispers, taking you in his arms. You didnât want to fight back. âIâm sorry for-for doing that. For projecting my insecurities on you. I justâŠhe has life figured out and I could never give you what he could give. Iâm sorry, baby. Iâm so fucking sorry,â
âI donât want him,â you sniffled. âIâm with you, you know? PleaseâŠplease, donât call it bullshit. Because itâs notâŠfor me, at least.â
âItâs not bullshit. Iâm sorry, so fucking sorry for saying that. Iâm so sorry,â he rambles sincerely. âYouâre the best person that Iâve met. I love you. I love you so much that the thought of anyone else loving you drives me mad. Iâm sorry,â
âYou were mean to me,â
âI was, baby. I was,â he said. âI promise to stop myself from being mean. Iâm so sorry. I donât-donât want to lose you. Please-please donât leave me. Please, donât leave.â
âIâm not going to leave you, Carmen.â you cooed, and you felt his arms tighten around you.
âNot that name, please. Iâm just so fucking sorry for saying that and making you feel bad. Iâm sorry.â
âThank you,â you said. âIâm sorry too. I should have been more considerate. I love you so much, Bear.â
âItâs my fault. All my fault,âÂ
âItâs not.â
âCan we-can we go to bed?â he asked, pulling away from you. You nodded. That night, when you were half-asleep, you felt his calloused hand caress your cheek. Youâd never tell him, but you heard him. Loud and clear.
âI love you,â he whispers. âYou donât know how much I love you and Iâm sorry. I love you.â
A/N: No Carmen Berzatto taglist yet! Also, if youâre waiting for the Tommy Shelby fic, you might have a to wait a week more before I release it. I want to release a chapter every week and I havenât written the second chapter for this week yet. Thank you for reading! Donât forget to leave comments and reblogs :)
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â bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin
part 1 | part 2
tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end
tag: @zuzuhasablog
you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldnât he be on time to the date he looked forward to?
yn: where tf are you?
loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now
yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt.
loser: im sorry please forgive me
if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. heâs going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until heâs bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)
just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exerciseâ his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.
âsorry, iâm sorry iâm late.â he was slightly out of breath from running.
âsorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i wouldâve stood your ass up.â you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.
he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.
ânoâ no! iâm, i, iâm so sorry. i respect your time, iâm so dumb i know.â
soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didnât upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now heâll never forgive himself!
ââyou, you look amazing by the way.â he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
âi always look like this.â you deadpan, you didnât bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.
âyeah you always look- i mean no, not that you donât look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usualâŠâ he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.
âshut up and start walking, you loser.â
he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.
âwhy were you late?â you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.
âi⊠was picking an outfit.â
you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. âiâ i didnât know what style you liked. and⊠and i was trying to comply to your requests.â
ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.
âso? show me.â
heâs nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.
âand? what about my other request?â
he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. âi, i canât show you that!â
âdid you do it?â
he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. âplease not hereâŠâ
he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.
âyou didnât wear any underwear, good boy.â
he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. âgood boyâ, he repeated in his head. âgood boyâ.
it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.
you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasnât supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.
you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because itâs almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.
âwe have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.â
he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. âyou made a reservation for me?â
âdonât look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.â
he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobinâs nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.
while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. âisnât this your favourite anime?â
âoh! itâs limited edition!â he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.
you raise an eyebrow âthought you liked it, nerd?â
he shyly looks at you, âyeah, but itâs too expensive.â he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesnât even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.
âiâll buy it for you.â your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.
âbut, you need to try it on for me first.â you continue, a pointed look on your face.
he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?
ââ
â
he shouldâve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why heâs standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.
âstrip.â
he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, heâs done this many times in front of you, and youâve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting thatâs making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.
he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasnât much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.
he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.
âtake off your pants too.â
he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!
âiâm⊠not wearing anything underneathâ
âi know, take it off.â
âi, i, no, itâs.â he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.
âno? are you saying no to me?â
he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. âiâ!âhis ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. âwhââ
you slap him again.
âmutts donât talk.â
he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.
âyouâve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?â
he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isnât a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.
âiâll only repeat myself once, strip.â
he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment itâs exposed.
âlook at that.â you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. âpretending to be so shy and innocent while youâre sporting a rock hard boner.â
he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. âokay, put your limited edition shirt on now.â
he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him tooâ just anything!
as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.
ânoâ no please touch me please touch me iâm sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!â
âbunny canât even keep quiet?â you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.
he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in publicâ only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.
âyou already own me⊠so please just touch meâŠâ
a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you werenât sure you liked. âi get it already so shut up and come here.â you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldnât complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.
fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?
you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.
it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you havenât given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.
so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.
âcome for meâ
it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.
you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.
"what do we do? it's dirty now!"
"we buy it, what else?"
he hesitates and you raise a brow.
"but, the, cashier she might, see this."
he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.
"so? hurry up and change."
soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.
"go up to the cashier, and pay."
somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.
only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.
"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."
god please just strike him down already.
"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?
"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.
"âit seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."
she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.
"are you sure siâ"
"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.
"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.
"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confessionâ as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.
"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.
ââ
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the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.
"hurry up."
"what do you want?"
he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."
he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"
"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.
"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.
"i can eat spice!"
"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.
"soobin, pull down your pants."
he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"
"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.
you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head.
"mean, you're mean."
his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.
"hm?"
"please please pleâ"
"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.
you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).
"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."
the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.
"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.
"nevermind, thank you for your time."
the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks.
"wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."
the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!
"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"
"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.
"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?
"you can if you jerk yourself off."
he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.
finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion.
"i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."
you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think wasâspicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.
you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?"
"no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.
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the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).
you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.
"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.
"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.
"nâno that's, not what iâ"
"i wasn't serious, idiot."
he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.
"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.
"i didn't know you likedâ"
"no shithead it's for you."
his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.
"thank you... i, thank you so much..."
"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."
but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.
"can i unwrap it?"
"i don't care."
he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.
"sleep over."
he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.
but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.
"okay."
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TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO
CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing
senaâs note: i know thereâs a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded â anywaysss up next is my man gojo đ€
MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoplesâ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shopâs magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings
âyou want to get anything done?â
nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met chosoâs, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very⊠unique, to say the least.
âoh, no, iâm just waiting for a friend,â you smiled kindly, âsheâs getting tattooed right now. think itâll take some time.â you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.
his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.
you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.
âcome,â he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, âyouâll get bored here. youâll get a piercing on the house.â he didnât know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didnât want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.
at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped youâd walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who â totally on accident â saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didnât follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasnât the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing
âcâchoso⊠fuckâ what if someoneââ
your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on chosoâs wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch heâd previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.
âlet them,â he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didnât hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.
âcâmon. use your words. iâll let you cum if you do.â
âpleasepleaseplease let me cum⊠please choso.â
âcute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?â
â© TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldnât even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like heâd done for you
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Belief
Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x mom!reader
Theme : Angst, fluff
Still felt like somethingâs missing with this one đ©
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âY/N, listenââ
âNo, Charles, Iâm done.â You brushed past him with your duffel bag that you had prepared days before because you knew he would still keep on denying everything.
âWhat do you mean youâre done? Y/N, please listen to me.â
âLetâs go, baby.â Taking your baby girlâs hand, you pulled her up to her feet as she threw her toys on the floor.
âWhere are you going? Y/N, you canât do this to me.
âIâm going home. Iâm not coming back until you set your priority straight.â You took little steps while your daughter trailed after you, constantly checking back, wondering why her daddy is not coming along.
âI told you sheâs a new physiotherapist ! Please, donât do this.â
âPhysiotherapist wonât be in your room all cuddled up like that! You think Iâm a fool?â You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, eyes still looking at your husband in disbelief as you felt every trust you had for him far gone.
âI donât know what the news said but those didnât happen, babyââ
âDonât call me that.â
He breathed in, hand on his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut and took a step back. âY/N, none of the things happened. Yes, she was in my room but nothing happened. You need to trust me!â
âDada not come?â Your daughter asked as she stood up after you put on her shoes. Her little hand goes back into yours.
âDadaâs not coming, sweetheart. Dada has work.â You tugged on her little hands and turned around to leave but she refused to follow, pulling you back the the little force she had.
âBut I want dada.â She yanked her hand from your grip and ran back to hug Charlesâs legs. âDada follow?â
Charles then crouched down and gave his little girl a kiss on her forehead. âDada canât come, princess. Take care of mommy for dada, alright?â His arm went around her little frame when the circled her arms around his neck, hugging him.
âSee you later, dada!â
âY/N.â The soft tone of his voice nearly knocked down the wall that you were trying to build in your heart. When you turned around, you saw he took few steps closer to plant a kiss on your forehead, mumbling the words âI love youâ as he pulled away. Both you and Charles had made a promise on the early stage of your dating life that both of you would never go a day without an I love you because tomorrow wasnât confirmed, regardless of how bad the arguments would be. âAnd Iâm sorryâŠâ
You didnât look at him when you pulled away to make your way to your car. You didnât want to ignore the words, but you also didnât want to say it back so you just mumbled the words back under your breath. Your little girl had her half body turned sideways jusy so she could kept on waving to her dad, unconcerned with the problems going on.
If it wasnât for the constant tagging, you would have been left in the dark. Checking your social media had always been apart of your wind down activity but you werenât expecting to have over 100+ notifications one night, people tagging you on a screenshot of news article about your husband exposed to be having a short âintimate breakâ with a new woman. The articles were supported heavily with a blurry picture of your husband and the woman walking out of the driverâs room after which was what they assumed as a quickie before the race in Hungary. People started making fun of your marriage, saying that you tricked Charles into one by getting pregnant on purpose or you got pregnant as soon after the wedding because you wanted to secure the bag and some of them even assume Charles was forced to stay in the marriage not because of love but because of the child and his image.
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Though you had been living separately for nearly a month, Charles would always came by. Sometimes it would a short 5 minutes where he just dropped by to give his little daughter a new toy or just a short cuddling session. You felt guilty of course, because your daughter had always been daddyâs girl but you couldnât be in the same house with him without thinking about the pictures so you had to continuously tell her that Charles was busy with his fast car.
âDonât go!â Your daughter cried out and tugged on her dadâs hand, dragging him back into the living room. âDada canât go!â
âI need to go, princess.â He drew his lips back, squatting down to level his face with hers. âWe spent half a day together, didnât we?â His arm was stretched out again as she kept on trying to pull him back.
âCan dada stay?â
He looked up and caught your eyes on him with your arms folded. âIâm not sure mommy wants that. Why donât you go and ask mommy?â
âCan dada stay tonight, mommy? Please please!â She ran to hug your legs and pulled on your shirt to get your attention.
âSleep on the couch. Iâll get a blanket for you.â You left those two together shrieking with laughters and came back with blanket to find both of them cuddling on the couch. âAre you gonna sleep with dada on the couch tonight?â
âYes! Mommy too?â She scooted aside and pat on the empty space. âMommy too!â
âMommy will sleep in the room, okay?â You bended down to peck on her forehead and looked at Charles who has been staring at you. âMake sure she sleeps by 9.â
âThank you.â He took your hand and you snatched it back before matching to your room.
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âBaby, what are you doing with my phone?â
You had just done putting on your skincare and walked out of the bathroom to see your little girl looking sullen as she was holding your phone. âNo answer?â She raised the phone up as it shook a little from the unbalanced weight between the phone and her little grip.
âAnswer? Who are you calling?â
âY/N, is thereââ
âHi dada!â
âoh, hi, princess!â
You froze when you heard Charlesâs voice. When did she even learn how to call someone or more specifically, her own dad.
âDada! Hello!â
âHi, I miss you so much.â
Your daughter squealed and clapped her hands, bringing the phone that was larger than her hand closer to her mouth. âMiss you too!â
âWhereâs mommy? Is mommy okay?â
Your lips were pressed into a thin line. Sure, you can still acted all fine in front of your daughter but that doesnât mean you could play pretend with your feelings. I miss you, Charles.
âMommy is okay. Mommy was putting cream on face.â
âOh, yeah? Mommy always takes a long time in front of the mirror, right princess?â
âYeah, very long time! Mommy always goes dab dab.â
You heard him chuckle and continued the conversations until he had to end the call. âPrincess, dada has to go. Listen to mommy and be a good girl. Iâll see you soon, okay?â
âBye, dada! I love you.â
âBye, princess. Tell mommy I said I love you.â
She stood up and ran to you, handing you back the phone with the brightest smile, which had everything to do with the little time with her dad.
âDada said I love you mommy!â
âI love you too.â She giggled in your arms as you poked on her waist. âWho taught you how to call dada, hm?â
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You were sitting at the living room, leaving Charles and your daughter having their own time. Faint giggles and maffles could be heard filling the silence.
âGirl secured the bag but still got cheated on.â
âProof that a child is not enough to make a man loyal. Good try, girl.â
Though it had been more than a month since what happened, your social media was still full of unpleasant comments. Your life had been in a downward spiral, even more when Ferrariâs official account had posted a few photos from the weekend and you saw the woman who was in the picture with Charles months ago in the background of the photos. The comments were quick to jump into their own assumptions and speculations, making you felt more oppressed within every minute you spent on your phone.
âWhereâs she?â You asked when you saw Charles in the living room, no longer hearing her squeals and laughters. Your phone was no longer in your hand as you turned it off. Charles had took a seat on the couch, afar from you since you kept on shutting him out so he just knew you wouldnât want him close to you this time as well.
âSheâs asleep.â He grabbed your hand as you were walking trying to walk pass him to get yourself a drink. âBabâ Y/N, can we talk?â
âThereâs nothing to talk about, Charles.â
âYou canât keep on doing this.â He was now standing only a step away. âI miss you. I donât want to come home to an empty house. Please, tell me what you want me to do.â His fingers softly traced your cheek, making your heart beat faster, yearning for more of his touch. âIâll fix the mess. Iâll speak up about this, let the news clear out my name, your name. I need you, Y/N, please.â
You wanted to give in. You were so close to give into his wishes, his plead but you couldnât. Never once in your life would you imagine yourself to be in a situation where your husband got tangled up with another woman that people started making fun of your innocent child.
âYou need to leave.â You paced back, feeling his touch leaving an imprint on your skin.
âY/N,â
âLeave, please. Iâm not doing this tonight.â
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The scream of your daughter took up the house as she saw Charles walked through the door. You had told Charles you wanted to do a small birthday for her and he had set everything up that you didnât have to lift a finger. A day before a group of people came by to start putting on balloons and ribbons in your house. The food and drinks started ti arrive a few hours ago so you were only left with a few task when you had to dress her up and prepare a few starter and dessert. The guests were not a lot. You had invited your friends, their kids, family members and of course, Charles.
âHey, princess! Happy birthday!â
Charles immediately picked her up and attacked her chubby cheeks with kisses, causing her to squirm while giggling. âYou are so pretty, princess. Did you wear mommyâs lipstick?â He laughed and wiped the smudge at the ends of her lips.
âI stole mommyâs lipstick!â
âKnew it! You should have asked mommy to help put it on you. Whereâs mommy?â She had ran to join her friends back to the small backyard garden, leaving Charlesâs question left unanswered as he ambled to the kitchen to see you were preparing a cheese board for the guests.
âDo you need help?
âOh, yeah. Can you help me open the pack of crackers and just plate it nicely on this serving board? You handed him the board to which he took it and started opening crackers that you had placed on the kitchen counter while you went back to cutting the cheese.
Both of you were doing things in silence so you didnât bother to check up on him as you only asked his help for the simplest task ever. One that even your daughter could do.
You had realised it wasnât as simple as you thought it was when you looked at the board which was supposed to be filled with crackers, were only filled with a few ones while the rest went into his mouth.
âCharles!â Charlesâs hand stop moving as he looked at you. âI asked you to put them on the board, not eat them!â
âItâs addictive. Give it a try.â He offered you one and you took it, chuckling as you chew. âRight? I told you! Itâs tasteless but itâs good. Do you want more?â
He moved closer to put the cracker to your mouth when you declined, making you laugh as you tried to move your face away. âItâs not that good. I donât want it!â
He cackled along, arm finding its way on your waist as he pulled you close. âGod, I missed you so much.â
âHello?â
âYeahââ The smile on your face ceased as your eyes landed on the owner of the voice, the same woman who was caught in a gossip with the guy standing in front of you. âOh, hi.â
âY/N, this is Leah. Sheâsââ Charles tried to grab your arm as you tried to walk out of the kitchen. âBaby, waitââ
âI need to check on my daughter.â
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âIsnât that the girl that was in the picture? Did you invite her?â
The drink in your hand tasted somewhat bitter. âNo, she came with Charles.â You replied, eyes locked on your daughter as she played with her dad and Leah in the backyard.
âIs he trying to introduce you to his new girlfriend?â
âI donât know.â You stretched out your arms as your little girl came running to you. âDid you have fun with dada?â
âYes! Can mommy play too?â She jumped and tugged on your finger to get you off the couch. âPlease please!â
âAlright, alright. Iâm coming.â You patted her head, giving your friends a glance as you trailed after her to the backyard where Charles was on the grass, joining by your daughter after.
âDada, let mommy be the tagged!â
âYou asked me to join you only for you to gang up with dada? Come here!â You gasped dramatically and chased after her while she waddled to the end of the backyard. âOh, tag.â Charles had just stood on his feet and stopped by your side as he saw you focusing on the little girl when you tapped on his arm.
âOh, come on! Really? I thought you were chasing after her.â Charles groaned. He barely had a 5 minutes break and thought you were chasing after the little one instead of him, which was why he wasnât running away.
âI canât catch her!â
âOkay, then Iâll just tag you back.â He poked on your cheek, laughing when you clicked on your tongue, thing that you always do when you get annoyed.
âCharles, can I borrow you for a second?â
âYeah, Iâll be right back.â He left your side when Leah called out for him, both of them seemed to be engrossed in a discussion. Leaving you alone while your daughter had found her way back into her group of friends. You saw your friendsâ sympathetic eyes on you as they called you out to join them back.
You felt pathetic.
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For the rest of the birthday party, you tried to ignore Charles and his partner though you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Every time you caught a glance of both of them, exchanging conversations and smiles while she kept on showing something on her phone, tears would welled up in your eyes and you couldnât cry, not today. Today isnât about you.
âBaby, can you please stop ignoring me?â
You bumped into Charles as you tried to head to to kitchen and he had gripped on your arm, forcing you to stay as you were trying to get away from Charles again when the front door opened as you saw a man with 2 kids around your daughterâs age walked in with a birthday present nicely wrapped in his hand.
âHappy birthday!â The kids shrieked and handed the birthday present to your daughter as they ran to join the kids outside.
âThere you are! What took you so long?â Leah exclaimed as she pulled the man into a hug. âY/N, this is my husband and my kids. I hope you donât mind three extra guests?â
âNo, not at all.â A soft smiled creeped in as a mask to hide your true feelings before you made your way into your room with Charles chasing after you.
You felt so dumb. First you had to see your husbandâs new âgirlfriendâ then having to constantly see your husband played with your kid while his new girl a step away as she laughed and smiled along, one when your husband left your side in a blink the second Leah called out for him, only to find out that all of that was just an act and that she actually had a husband and kids. You felt your throat tighten up as you breathed in a short intake. âDid you try to make me look like a fool because you aced it.â
âNo, thatâsâ no, not at all. Y/Nââ
âI feel so woeful and pathetic. If thisâ if this is your payback because I took your daughter away, Iâm sorry.â You sobbed into the palm of your hands.
âBaby, no. No, thatâ thatâs not it. You got the wrong idea. I brought her along because I had a scheduled medical checkup and she had to tag along. I thought she could be the one to explain to you what actually happened since you refused to listen to my explanation.â Your trembling hand in now in his while he cupped his free hand on your left cheek, thumb wiped off the fresh tears that rolled down you cheeks. It had been a week since the last time he touched you, month since he hugged you and there was a hole in his heart from your absence. You didnât reject him, not this time so he continued. âYes, she was in the room with me but I was asleep and she was looking for my stuff. Something that she wanted to borrow. We didnât cuddle or do anything at all. Not like how the news portrayed. She came in with Joris because he had the access to my room but they didnât catch that moment so it just seemed like there was only both of us.â
Your tongue was tied, your head was in a shamble. You didnât know know what to do, what to react, what to respond. If what he was saying was true, then why did he seemed so close with her. Why would he go to his daughterâs birthday party with her. Why would he left you just because she called out for him.
âYou know how much I love you, Y/N. I would never do anything that would break your trust on me. I was asleep. I would have asked Joris to not allow her inside my room if I was awake. I didnât know there were pictures taken.â
âI donât know, Charles. Iâm justâ â You tilted you head away as you felt your throat closing up. âEverything I saw earlier didnât make it seemed as if nothing happened between you guys.â
âWhat did you see?â He leaned in, tugging on your hand in his just so you would look back at him. âTell me, baby, what did you see?â
âYou came to the birthday party with her looking like a happy couple as if you tried to shove that in my face.â
âWe didnât. We didnât come together, Y/N. She drove her own car but we came from the same place, remember? Her husband wanted to buy a last minute birthday gift, just before they came here so she had to ask for my opinion since they didnât know what they should give.â You felt his thumb kept on stroking the back of your hand, he wanted to pull you in his embrace but he couldnât afford getting rejected again. He didnât know if you wanted him to touch you but grateful enough that you didnât retract your hand away so he wouldnât ask for more if your werenât comfortable just yet.
âI am such a foolâŠâ Your voice trailed off with tears streaming down your face.
âNo, you are not a fool. You needed reassurance which I failed to give.â Charles then surrendered to his own wish and eventually engulfed you in his arms. âIs this okay? Can I hug you?â He didnât get your response but he felt your arms on his back, returning the hug.
âIâm sorryâŠâ You tilted your head to look at him with swollen eyes.
âWe are both at fault here.â He drew in his arms tighter around your frame. âWill you come back to me? Come back home?â
âDo you still want me back?â
âI will always want you back, baby. Always.â He pulled away and pecked on your cheek, chuckling when you started having hiccups from crying too much.
âDada?â
He pulled away and turned to look at his little girl walked in with a lollipop in her hand. You stayed behind Charles so you could pat your eyes dry before she noticed.
âIs mommy okay?â She slanted her body to peek on you as Charles continued to cover you with his back.
âMommyâs fine, princess. Mommyâs eyes just hurt a little.â
âGive mommy this!â She offered Charles her lollipop, making both of you laughed.
âCharles took the lollipop and extended it to you. âWould you like a lollipop, baby?â
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Iâm so mad that I keep losing stars in my fav game so I decided to write a stupid little thing
desc: yandere streamer x gn reader, yandere masochist, mentions of masochism, degrading, nsfw, etc etc.
For the past few games youâve been doing horribly, losing stars left and right, near the edge of losing a rank, all because youâve been getting paired with feeders and low skill players.
You were so frustrated you just wanted to delete the game all together but thatâs what made you attracted to it, the competition, the needed skill level to actually be good at it unlike some other games that were pay to win.
The same frustration caused you to lash out at a teammate that already was at a bad start, you were questioning why they couldnât defend the turrets and fight against 1 enemy. What was so hard about it?
After repeating your complaints out loud all you got back was a meek âsorry..â from a masculine voice, he sounded soft spoken and shy, you immediately felt guilt slam your heart. You shouldâve likely been nicer to him, even if he wasnât doing so good, some support wouldâve helped him better than some insults.
âItâs fine, um, just call me if you need helpâ You brushed it off, hoping you didnât seem entirely like an asshole.
So you played nice, for a little bit, until he started dying again, practically feeding the players just a few minutes later.
âDude, why do you keep dying? I told you to call me if you needed help, Iâm checking the map and as soon as I run over to help youâre already deadâ You groaned, speaking in a voice that obviously showed your annoyance.
âI- hah, Iâm sorry..!â He managed to squeak out, it sounded a little odd, somewhat similar to his meek demeanor earlier but a little⊠different.
You ignored it though, and moved on from it, continuing to play, hoping he wouldnât continue to play at this low skill level.
The same player that you lashed out at was getting off on this. Nobody has ever outright degraded him without warning, especially with such a beautiful voice. He was a sucker for degradation and insults, the whole 9 yards, but he had never gotten turned on by it from someone until now.
Even he didnât believe he was into it other than the audioâs heâd listen to from time to time. Of course, you proved that wrong, and now this little nerd was jerking himself off to the memory of his skillful teammate embarrassing him in the lobby.
His microphone was on, an expensive one at that, able to pick up a voice loud and clear, which risked him getting caught every time he whimpered and panted.
Harder to manage with how close he got when you pointed out his need for help 24/7 without being able to fight alone. You wanted to be nice, he could tell, but even now he was doing too bad for you to act kind.
And he was so happy his shaky hands kept messing him up, only using one to play, while the other pumped his cock at your insults and chastising words.
âF-fuck.. sorry, Iâm- sorryâ He panted out, biting onto his shirt as he was close to his breaking point.
âYouâre fucking useless, donât play ranked if you canât do goodâ You growled over voice chat, no longer willing to help him with how terrible he was doing.
âSh-shitâ He mewed out, cumming all over his expensive keyboard. He was too dazed to focus on the fact that he spent lots of hard earned streaming money on it.
Now that he came he had to play good to impress you, so after a minute or two, he wiped his keyboard as best as he could and truly played with the assets he had obtained from playing so often.
He ended up carrying the team with 25-5-9, managing to flip the winning side towards your team, causing you to shortly thank and friend him. You wanted to play with good people after-all, and if he can play his cards right and change the entire fate of a game in the matter of minutes then you definitely wanted to play more with him.
He immediately accepted your friend request and jumped up and down, excited that he managed to impress you, he was a âpraise meâ and âdegrade meâ type of guy.
You checked his profile out afterwards to find out he was a famous streamer, he had a badge for being a well known one and the amount of followers he had made your jaw drop, you were embarrassed that you were the one insulting him.
But that wouldnât make sense on why he wasnât doing good at the start? You made a few excuses in your head as to why and decided to shut the game off.
He pouted when you logged off, sighing at how you werenât up to play another game, he made sure to put notifications on when youâd come online. He needed to get to know you more. Heâd do anything for another session like that.
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Picture Perfect- A Sepencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer Reid X Reader)
Summary: After months of not hearing from Spencer you move on, breaking both of your hearts. What he wasn't expecting was a frantic call from you one night.
Warnings: Fluff, slight panic.
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"Spence, please tell me you're going home after this." JJ said, eyes squinted as she watched him fiddle with stuff on his desk.
He cleared his throat and nodded before answering. "I will. I just want to make sure everything is ready for when I come back into work tomorrow."
"Are you thinking it's going to be a long night?" Morgan interjected jokingly.
Spencer just rolled his eyes and went back to making sure everything was in its proper spot.
Rossi came down the stairs and headed towards the small gathering that as forming around Spencer. His brows raised at Spencer dawdling. "Still avoiding things?"
"No, I'm just straightening up before leaving for the day."
"Reid, we're profilers, we know you're avoiding going home." Rossi smirked. "Go home, she's waiting for you."
"Fine, I will." Spencer collected his belongings and headed to the elevators knowing his team was watching him go. He headed towards the bus stop after being cleared to leave, his thoughts going a mile a minute.
He had been away for seven months working at the Las Vegas's FBU headquarters, helping train and work on cases. It at first started off as a case the whole team was invited in but as time went on trying to catch a team of killers, Spencer enjoyed being near his mom and decided to take on mentoring for a few months. He thought it was a smart move, but he never took into account of one thing. You.
He left one day then never came back. That was how you saw it. He didn't answer his phone for three weeks, his head focused solely on catching the monsters behind all the killings. All you had gotten back as a reply from the many calls and texts was a few sentences telling you that he would be staying there for a few months and that he was okay. At first you were okay with the decision, knowing what he was doing was for the good of the city and that what he was teaching was saving lives. But the texts and calls started to slow down and eventually you would count yourself lucky if he answered you back a week later.
Spencer was so busy helping on cases that he would forget to text you back, but he thought you understood. It wasn't until he came home to find the shared apartment empty of your belongings. At first, he was frantic, searching for you everywhere, but that turned to desperation and then quickly turned to a broken heart. You wouldn't reply back to any of his calls or texts, and he tried to get Penelope to find you, which he gave him a hard no a stern glare before turning back to her computers.
He didn't understand what he did wrong until the team pulled him to the side and explained it.
You were hurt by him. The replies became nonexistent, and you gave up trying to make things work.
He was a fool. A stupid fool.
He was almost home when his phone rang from an unknown caller. He ignored it and continued walking from the bus stop to his apartment when the phone rang again from the same number. Sighing, he answered and put it to his ear. "Hello?" The voice that answered made his feet stop.
"Spence?" You called out after a few moments of silence, your voice breathy.
He cleared his throat. "Y/N?"
"Spence... I need help... Please come..." He heard a loud crash, his heart stopping.
"Y/N, where are you? I'm on the way." His feet had already started racing to his parked car.
You gasped out the address, as he started the car racing to you. He made it to the apartment within a few minutes, drawing his gun as he made it up the stairs to the apartment. He heard another crash from inside, and before he could think, his foot was kicking in the door, and he was clearing the room. He saw you on the floor, your back to him as he heard you cry out in pain.
He was by your side in a second as he turned you slowly over, your large belly coming into frame. His eyes went wide as you looked at him, tears in your eyes as you clutched his arm.
"What's going on?" His eyes searching your face for answers.
"Hospital. I need go." You said through gritted teeth as your grip tightened on his arms.
Spencer quickly shook his head, and then cleared his throat. He helped you up onto your feet, grabbing the purse and diaper bag by the door that you directed him to get. He quickly locked up to find you trying to make your way down the stairs, if he wasn't in such a shock, he would laugh at you as you waddled around.
You grabbed the railing and cried out. He was by your side in a second, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out the door.
"Any news?" Hotch asked, as he sat down next to Spencer in the hospital's waiting room.
"No, they're running some tests, so I stepped out." Spencer was crouched down, his elbows on his knees his eyes focused on his clasped hands and the ground.
He had been struggling the past three hours to come up with answers that were already answered. The baby was his and you tried so hard to tell him but when he stopped replying you left to start the next step in your life alone.
Everyone knew but him. They had visited you daily to make sure you were okay, and they became your family, the only thing that was missing was Spencer. You knew you needed him; you were still in love with him, but he hurt you and you needed more than just an apology.
"Has it happened?!" He heard Penelope's voice scream as he looked up to see a giant pile of balloons headed his way.
"Not yet they're running some tests."
"Oh good! I can't miss out on our baby's arrival."
Another hour went by, and Reid was called to go into one of the hospital rooms. He lingered by the door for a second before pushing the door in to find you lying in bed, a beautiful sweaty mess as you reached out to him. His hand quickly found yours and he brought it to his lips. "How are you feeling?
"I'm feeling better after taking the epidural." A minute went by before you continued, your voice a whisper. "I'm still mad at you. You left for so long and no word. But I can't do this without you."
Spencer brought your hand to his cheek. "I know baby. I'm never leaving you again. I've been a wreck without you. You and our baby are my first priority."
You just nodded. "We have a lot to discuss later but I'm getting sleepy."
"Get some rest, my love."
Seven hours and two broken fingers later, Spencer was watching his daughter and son swaddled as they slept, their hands holding each other's.
"They're perfect." JJ cooed.
Rossi wiped a small tear from his eye, as he gave a big pat on Spencer's back. The team had been watching the babies for about an hour as you slept.
"You're going to be a good father." Hotch smiled at Spencer before lightly touching Spencer's son's hand.
"I hope so." He looked at his kids, his daughter yawning slightly, tears filling his eyes as he realized how lucky he was. He never thought he would have kids, he thought he would never see you again, never thought you would allow him back into your life. He knew things were probably going to be rocky, a lot of conversations were going to be needed, but you had said you wanted him in your life along with being with his children.
"Spencer?" Your voice called out and him and the team looked up to see you with a big smile, your phone pointed at them as you took a photo of them. "Picture perfect."
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Kinktober day 8 | Tate Langdon x Reader
Day 8: mommy kink
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: 18+, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation,
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ââI like when you do that.ââÂ
ââDo what?ââÂ
ââFix my hair when it gets in my face. Run your hand down my back when Iâm laying down. Make sure I ate today,ââ he explained as you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held hands on the way home, sensing his anxiety after a long day. You had a knack for knowing exactly what he needed. ââTake care of me.ââÂ
ââI just love you. People take care of the ones they love,ââ you said simply.Â
Tate looked down at the sidewalk, his old converses suddenly very interesting to look at. ââIâve never had anyone taking care of me before,ââ he admitted, feeling a lump of sadness settling in his stomach.Â
His words made your heart ache. It was rare Tate would bring up his home life, preferring to escape it than bother you with his problems, but you knew Constance never really took good care of Tate â or any of her children. She was a terrible and neglectful mother, blaming the end of her acting career on him when her failure came from herself.Â
You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it when you couldnât find the words. Instead, you squeezed his hand and walked the rest of the way to your house in silence.Â
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A few days later, you were watching a movie in your bed when your phone buzzed with a message from Tate. He hadnât been able to come over today because Constance had invited her new boyfriend for dinner and wanted everyone to be there.Â
From Tate: Can I come over? Iâm already outsideâŠÂ
Pushing your blanket off your body, you paused your movie and went downstairs, opening the door instead of texting him back.Â
You found him sitting on your porch with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His eyes were a bit red, matching his sore-bitten lips. It was a stark contrast to the green of his sweater.
ââI had an argument with my mom and her new toy,ââ Tate explained once he was in the comfort of your bedroom. He rubbed at his face, attempting to erase the traces of his emotions.Â
You nodded, sitting on the bed beside him. ââDo you want to talk about it?ââÂ
He shook his head, not wishing to repeat what had been said. ââCan you just hold me? Please.ââ
Without a word, you opened your arms, and Tate nestled into your embrace, giving him the love and comfort Constance failed to give her son.Â
ââWhatever has been said at that dinner, just know that your mother is wrong,ââ you spoke softly after a moment, your head resting on top of his as he held you tight. ââYouâre loved and wanted and you didn't ruin her life, okay? Not you or Addie.ââÂ
He sniffled and nodded against your chest. ââI love you too.ââÂ
After a moment, his hold loosened, slowly calming downâŠand undoubtedly noticing the absence of a bra through your shirt. Lucky boy. You fought a smile, having not considered your attire when you went downstairs to get the door.Â
ââDo you feel comfortable like this?ââ you asked, breaking the silence.
Tate smiled smugly against your shirt, nodding. ââVery. Theyâre so soft and comfortable. I wish I could fall asleep like that at night.ââ Â
ââDo you want me to take my shirt off?ââ you whispered, taking him by surprise.Â
He nodded again, detaching himself from you so you could take off your shirt and fell back against your pillows in a more comfortable position.Â
When you first suggested it, you didnât think it would take a sexual turn, but Tateâs mouth began kissing at your breasts while his hands were massaging and kneading, fingers digging into soft flesh. God, he loved your tits.Â
You would be lying if you said this wasnât pleasurable. Tate was gentle and loving with his touches and kisses, savoring the moment. Your hand naturally found its way to his hair, running through his blond strands and encouraging him to keep going.Â
Then, you began feeling something press against your thigh.Â
ââNot my fault. I canât control what my dick does.ââ
You bit back a laugh. ââDo you want me to take care of it?ââ Your hand wandered between your bodies to rub his hardening cock over his pants.Â
Tate whimpered and pushed into your touch. ââPlease.ââÂ
He lifted his head from your chest, his eyes still red but no longer teary, and you motioned to take your spot and lay against your pillows.
ââMommyâs gonna take good care of you,ââ you promised, leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. ââIâm gonna make you feel so good, Tate. So good youâre gonna forget about tonight.ââ
Thatâs exactly what he needed.
With your help, Tate discarded his pants and boxers, causing his cock to slap against his stomach. It must not have felt good straining against his stiff jeans.Â
ââDoes that feel good, baby?ââ you asked, slowly running one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.
He nodded, a shaky breath slipping from his lips. ââY-yes.ââ
You did it again, this time ending your stroke by brushing your thumb over the head.Â
Tate whimpered, his hips jerking upwards and causing his sweater to ride up his stomach, flashing a trail of light blond hair. You leaned down to kiss it.Â
ââSuch a good boy,ââ you praised, continuing to jerk him with your delicate hand.Â
You could jerk him off until he spilled, but you decided to have some fun and try something else. Withdrawing your hand, Tate started sitting up.Â
ââWhere are you going?ââ he asked, sounding alarmed.Â
ââIâm not going anywhere,ââ you reassured, caressing his thigh. ââDonât worry.ââÂ
Nodding, he settled back and watched you move, licking his lips as you removed your pajama bottoms and underwear. His deep brown eyes gave your body a look over, loving everything he was seeing. The natural fall of your breasts and the reddish-mauve mark his mouth left behind, the tiny mole right below your navel that no one but him had noticed, the scar on your calf from when you shaved and accidentally cut yourself.Â
ââYouâre so pretty, Mommy. Can I have a kiss?ââÂ
It was so nicely asked, you couldnât deny him.Â
You swung a leg over to straddle him, your hands rubbing his hips as his thick cock rested against his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. The sight almost made the arousal between your legs drip. Your eyes met Tate's as you rose up on your knees, but instead of sinking down on his cock, you lowered yourself on the length and grinded your slick folds along it.
He moaned from the slightest bit of friction, feeling your pussy sliding languidly along his cock.
 A smirk drew across your lips, moving torturously slow.Â
Tate whimpered your name, his voice laced with frustration and desire.Â
ââWhat is it, baby? Is this not what you wanted?ââ you asked coyly, the sound of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum filling the room.Â
You saw his eyes dart down to where your genitals were touching, rubbing together. ââMommy, plea-please,ââ he whined, his cock twitching and about to burst.Â
You knew what he wanted, but you werenât going to give it to him â yet.Â
ââAre you close, baby?ââÂ
He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets as his stomach spasmed. ââIâm gonna cum, I wanna cum.ââÂ
ââDonât hold back, baby, you can cum.ââ
Ropes and ropes of white cum then spilled onto Tate's smooth stomach, his climax hitting, but you didnât stop like he thought you would. No. You decided to push his limits and tease him until he couldnât take it, watching his hips lifting off the bed as his orgasm came again and again, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were surprised he could still cum like that.Â
ââCan't cum anymore. So sensitive,ââ he said with tear-stained cheeks, whimpering through his orgasm and a little after it was done.
ââYou want me to stop?ââ
ââPlease.ââÂ
You caressed his cheek, wiping some of the tears. ââBut I havenât put it in yet...ââ
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Forbidden Fruit
Toji x F!Reader
okay okay i know i just wrote something about toji recently but got this man is on my mind⊠this might be pretty short.
summary : canât help but to taste whatâs not yours.
warnings : small age gap, reader is in her late 20s and toji is in his late 30s, sexting, phone sex, cheating (toji is married to your sister), cream pies, mentions of breeding, & some anal. nickname: daddy, mama princessâŠ.
you couldnât help yourself each time he came around and neither could he. what started off as small as flirting, quickly turned into something more serious.
sneaking away to see you even though he was married to your sister? it was wrong. he knew it and you knew it too. but, who gave a damn? your sister wasnât a good person either.
you saw this as her karma for her breaking up your past relationships. fucking and flirting each of your ex-boyfriends and telling you that they were âno good for you anywaysâ as her reasoning.
the affair between you started the day they got married. as you sat in your hotel room, your phone chimed and it was a message from him telling you that he couldnât keep his fucking eyes off you, no matter how hard he tried. the text followed with a picture of his boner behind his black boxers.
you couldnât believe it when your first saw the message. you spent a good thirty minutes contemplating what should you do before you responded with a picture of your hard nipples, poking through your t-shirt you were sleeping in.
during his entire honeymoon, toji spent it sexting you. the both of you sending pictures and videos back and forth to each other, building up the temptation and excitement. the last day of their trip, he called you while your sister was asleep; voice raspy and sexy. he told you how they didnât have sex this whole time they were away and that he needed some help to relieve the strain in his pants.
smiling, you sat on the edge of your kitchen counter and began teasing your nipples the more he talked. the more you pinched and listened to his voice, the hornier you became and before you knew it; you were two fingers deep in your dripping wet cunt.
âsoo wet for youâfuck im cumming~â you breathed into the phone as your creamed right there on your counter top, putting the phone on speaker so he can hear everything. he was right behind you on the other end, grunting and moaning out your name; shooting a thick load out onto his hand. a few seconds later he sent you a picture of his cum filled hand, begging for you to come help him clean it up.
when he finally returned from his honeymoon he immediately hit you up, wanting to come and see you. he told you that your sister wanted to visit your parents for a week, which meant he wanted to be with you for that week as well. so, you spent the early hours of the day getting ready for his arrival.
fridge was stocked with food and drinks. you went shopping, picking out lingerie you thought he might like, but you know once he sees you in it; heâll be ripping it off in a heartbeat. you thought about cooking for him, but decided against it because you arenât his wife. instead you ordered takeout for the both of you.
you were wearing nothing but a tight fitting t-shirt and your panties, watching reruns of your favorite show; when you heard your doorbell ring, followed by a knock. clicking the television off, you got up from your spot on the couch and walked over to your front door. after checking the peephole, you opened the door and immediately pull him in a kiss.
your plump lips melting on his, kissing him like it was the last time you ever will. and when you parted from him, a trail of salvia followed after you which you happily licked up. âdamn mama, missed me that much?â toji chortled, closing the door behind him and handing you the brown paper bag he had in his hand.
âhungry? thereâs food in the kitchenâ you told him, looking in the paper bag as you walked. he had two bottles of wine and a box of condoms. âcondoms? we wonât be needing those.â turning around to look at him, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. oh, he was going to have way too much fun with you.
he grabbed the bag out of your hand and sat it on a near by coffee table, before grabbing your hand and leading you to your plush brown couch. pulling you down on his lap as he sat, his huge hands rubbing your ass that wasnât hidden by your panties. ânot hungry, hm?â
ânot for foodâ he said lowly, hand tugging at your panties; his forest colored eyes darkening by the moment. your body got all warm and the middle of your underwear started to dampen. âdonât worry baby, Iâve got something to satisfy your hunger~â your words fueled him and his lips pressed on yourâs as he pressed you down on his crotch hard, his boner poking you through his dark grey sweatpants.
his lips moved from yours to side of your neck, kissing and licking on it; finding the sweet spot immediately. moans and whimpers falling out of your mouth, your arousal building by the second. you rolled your hips against his clothed cock, your slick seeping out and onto his pants. his hands gripped the hell out of your cheeks, halting your movements before he pulled away from your sweet neck. a whine escaped your lips and you looked at him with a pout.
âcalm down, princess. this couch is way too small for me to fuck you the way i want toâ the older male said, a smirk printed on his tan faceâhis scar rising when he does. it took everything in you not to pounce on him, getting up from his lap your face flushed with embarrassment when you saw the wet spot you left on him. his smirk deepened when he caught your gaze. he grabbed your hand and you led him to your bedroom, where your king sized bed sat.
wasting no time, he attacks your body again with lust fueled kissesâboth of your clothes being tossed on the bed one by one. his big hands gripping your ass, spreading them apart while his cock pokes you in the front. your slick had made its way down to your ass cheeks, which he felt as teased your aching hole from the back. âtoji~!â you whined, spreading your legs further apart; letting him tease you some more.
his scarred lip turned up into a smirk again, thick digit pushing its way inside of you, âplease, just fuck me already~.â with one swift movement you were no longer touching the floor, instead you were in the air, his arms underneath your thighs holding you up. reaching under, you angled his girthy cock to your wet foldsârubbing your slick on it before pushing the fat mushroom tip inside of you.
wincing at the pain that came with it, you leaned closer towards his bare, sculpted chest, gripping at his shoulder blades. âyou can take it~â he coached, wiggling his hips so his cock could move around in your tight canalâletting you get used to it.
âso fucking goodâshhhittt, right thereâ your cries of pleasure echoed in his ear, the minute you got used to him and his pace increased. his balls slapped your cunt, getting coated in your wetness which drove you crazy. the more he moved the more his cock drove you crazy. if you new how good this wouldâve felt, you wouldâve fucked him a long time ago, way before he got married to your sister.
tojiâs hands moved to your ass, squeezing the fat togetherâhis stroke deepening with each thrust. the way he filled you up in each stroke made small drips of fluid leak from your cunt. âsquirting already? pussyâs too fucking good~â hearing you whimper and mewl ignited something in him, his dick pushing into you harder and deeper than the last. you was sure your pussy would be stretched and sore when he got done with you.
the feeling of your walls clench rapidly around him made him go insane. âyouâre gonna cum for me, daddy? please. please. please, i want your cum so badâ you babbled, tugging at his hair, your own orgasm approaching.
his green eyes stayed locked on yours, lidded and blankâhis hips slamming into yours. âcummingâfuckkkkkâ his load shot out in thick ropes, filling your pussy up to the brim. you let out a loud moan and nibbled at his ear lobe, cumming all over his cock.
âââ
âPLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAPâ
the juicy sound of your ass clapping against his bare pelvis echoed in the room as he drilled you from the back. being that his wife wasnât fucking him he was so pent up that his balls were still aching for another release.
you had never been fucked like this either. the way he made your pussy his, left you in awe. you were falling in love with him and his dick. and although he was with someone else, you were his and he was yours.
hearing his phone vibrate and ring, he reached over to his sweatpants that was tossed on the bed; he pulled out his phone and answered it once he saw the name that popped up. âhey honey? howâs your parents?â he spoke, greeting his wife; your sister while continuing to fuck your cunt sloppy.
you mustâve clenched around him a little to tightly because he sent a hard slap to your ass, making you moan into the mattress. the thought of you being caught fucking someone elseâs husband only made you hornier. you swiftly reached underneath you and began to fondle his balls, earning a deep breath from him.
ânothing, just watching a movie. huhâŠmiss you tooâ he looked down at you when you turned you head at him, smirking while you continued to massage him. toji looked down at your ass and at your puckering hole, smiling wickedly when your eyes widened once his finger prodded at it. âwait babyânghhh~â
his thick digit sat curled in your hole, moving it around each time he dug himself deeper inside you. âuh huh. yes i love you too, byeâ he tossed his phone somewhere on the floor, one large hand on your hip, pounding you deep into your soft mattress. he groaned at the tight sensation that engulfed his cock, so fucking wetâjust for him.
âbreed this little cunt, yeah? make you swollen with my babies~â
âcumming. im cumming so hard for you daddyâ
with two more hard pumps, his dick twitched inside of you and he emptied his balls out; draining him completely with your orgasm following. your body shook and spasmed, whispering his name as you rode out the intensity of your orgasm. pulling out of you once he was sure every last drop was inside, he pulled your body close to his and pulled up the covers.
âthereâs a possibility i might get pregnant. what if she finds out?â
âi know. and i meant every word I said, im going to breed you until your swollen with my babiesâ He started, leaning on his hand to look at you with that sexy, yet dangerous smirk.
âand that wonât happen. this will be our little secretâ
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read my lips (mapà léon x ingrid engen x deaf!reader)
You've had a long day, and the last thing you want to do is meet your friend at a busy café after work - until two women show up and ask if they can sit at your table.
a/n: based on this request, i hope you like it! i'm sorry it's not super long but i might do a part 2 x (also i have the same shirt as the one mapi is wearing in those pics so i had to use them)
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The day started out like any other. You got up, showered, got dressed, had a quick breakfast and headed off to work. Thatâs when things started to go downhill. Somehow half of your files were missing, so you had to spend hours trying to recover them, and when that didnât work you had to contact the IT guy, who didnât seem to understand that exaggerating all of his words and shouting made it harder to understand him than if he just spoke normally. Then you realised youâd forgotten your lunch at home, so you had to spend half of your lunch break going to the shop down the road - and they didnât have the sandwich you wanted.Â
By the time youâd finished work, you wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed. Unfortunately, youâd planned on meeting a friend at a nearby cafĂ©, and you hadnât seen each other in months, so you really didnât want to cancel. With a sigh, you packed your things and headed to the cafĂ©.
It was busy, and the noise was draining - the clanking of cups, the hiss of the coffee machine, the sound of cutlery scraping against plates. Your friend wasnât there yet, so you ordered a drink and found an empty table tucked away in a corner. You sent her a quick message, telling her where you were sat, and turned off your implants with a breath of relief. You were looking forward to seeing her. She was Deaf as well, and it got tiring talking to people all day. It would be nice to just be able to sign away to someone, someone who spoke the same way you did.Â
As you waited, you scrolled through your phone. You could make out muffled sounds behind you, but ignored them, knowing that when your friend arrived she would just sit down, rather than trying to get your attention.Â
The sounds quieted down, but then came back after a minute. You kept scrolling through your phone until someone stepped into your line of sight. Looking up, you saw two young women. One had dark brown hair and piercing blue-green eyes, and the other had lighter brown hair with blonde tips, and a tattoo across her neck. They were both stunning, and it took a moment for you to register that they were trying to talk to you. You quickly focused your attention on the dark-haired girlâs lips, watching her mouth move.
âHey, would we be able to sit here? All of the other tablesâŠâ her mouth kept moving, but she turned her head, gesturing to the rest of the cafĂ©, which was packed. You frowned as you tried to read her lips, but it was hard when she wasnât facing you directly. Guessing that she was saying something about nowhere else being free, you nodded. It was a table of four after all, and it wasnât like you had to worry about them listening in to your conversation.
âYeah, sure. My friend should be here soon but thereâs still space,â you said, trying not to get distracted again by how gorgeous the women were. They smiled gratefully and sat down. You went back to scrolling on your phone as you waited, wondering where your friend was.Â
âAre you from around here?â the woman with the tattoo asked, sitting down next to you. You didnât see though, and hadnât even realised she was talking to you. She waited a minute for a response, and when nothing came she raised an eyebrow at the other woman, who just shrugged.Â
Your friend arrived a few minutes later, rushing over to your table then stopping when she saw the two women. She waved at you, then glanced over at the women.
âWho are they?â she signed, and you shrugged.
âI donât know, they just wanted somewhere to sit and this was the only place left.â you signed back quickly.
Your signing caught the eyes of the two women, who watched in surprise. As your friend sat down, the dark-haired woman moved over a little, making more space.Â
âSorry, do you want us to move?â she asked, then cringed as she realised sheâd just spoken to you, when the two of you were clearly using sign language. Still, youâd spoken to her earlier, so you must understand some spoken words.
âNo, itâs okay,â your friend said with a smile, and the woman looked relieved.
The woman next to you tapped you on the shoulder, and you sighed inwardly, but turned to face her. All you really wanted to do was chat to your friend, not answer some strangerâs questions about being Deaf - which happened more often than you would think.
âHi! My name is M-A-R-I-A,â she signed. The signs looked different to the ones you knew, and you guessed that it wasnât British Sign Language.
âWhere are you from?â you asked, and she looked disappointed that her signing hadnât been received well. âYour signing looked good, I just donât recognise it. Are you from a different country?â
âAh, yes, Iâm from Spain,â she explained, smiling apologetically.
âThat explains it. There are different sign languages in every country. That must be Spanish sign language.â
âCan you hear?â she frowned, tapping her ear.
You could see the dark-haired woman frown and hiss something at the woman sat next to you, but didnât see what it was.Â
âNo, but I can lip-read,â you told her, tapping your lips. âWhat were you signing?â
âThatâs so cool!â she exclaimed with a wide grin. âI was signing âHi, my name is Mariaâ. Actually, everyone calls me Mapi, but I only know how to sign Maria.â
âMa-pi?â you asked, watching her mouth closely.Â
âSi- uh, I mean, yes!â she nodded, smiling, and grabbed a pen from her pocket and wrote it on a napkin. Mapi.
The other woman chuckled and shook her head fondly, catching your attention.
âIâm sorry about her. She likes meeting new people,â she said, looking at Mapi with a warm look. âIâm Ingrid. Iâm sorry, weâll let you get back to your friend now.â
Mapi nodded, looking slightly bashful, and you tried to ignore the disappointment you were feeling.
âHow do you end up sat with two of the most attractive people Iâve ever seen?â your friend signed to you, eyes wide.
âLuck, I guess?â you signed back with a shrug. âThey really are ridiculously hot, though, right?â
She nodded, stifling a laugh. The two of you chatted for a while, catching up on each otherâs lives, when her phone vibrated on the table between you. Her eyes flew to her phone and she grimaced apologetically.Â
âIâm sorry, I have to go, I forgot that I-â
âItâs fine, itâs fine, you can go,â you signed, rolling your eyes teasingly. She was notoriously forgetful, and if anything you were surprised that sheâd even made it to your meeting. She apologised again and was out of the cafĂ© within minutes, leaving you alone with Mapi and Ingrid once again.
You sat for a moment, contemplating whether to stay a while longer and read or whether to just leave. Deciding that, really, all you still wanted to do was get into bed, you packed up your things and left, waving goodbye to the two women.Â
Except, when you got outside, you realised it was raining. Not just raining, but absolutely chucking it down. Rummaging through your bag, you had a sinking feeling that only got worse as you searched, realising that you had, in fact, forgotten your umbrella at home.
Fuck, you thought to yourself, wondering what to do. Normally youâd just walk, but in this weather and without an umbrella you definitely didnât want to. There was a bus stop not too far, you supposed, but you werenât sure what time the next bus was.
With a sigh, you turned your implants back on, bracing yourself for the sudden noise and winced at the sounds. As you started to pull out your phone to check the bus timetable, the door to the café swung open behind you, loud chatter and the clanking of plates catching your attention. You looked up to see Mapi and Ingrid, who were frowning at the sky.
âThe weather here is so bad,â Mapi grumbled, but there was a smile in her eyes.
You nodded with a chuckle, and opened your mouth to reply when a car sped past, honking its horn, making you jump.
âFuck, that was loud!â you exclaimed, clapping your hands over your ears. Mapi looked at you in surprise.
âI thought you couldnât hear?â
âI canât, but I have implants,â you explained, lifting your hair to show her the device. âI donât really like using them though, the noise can be so overwhelming. I had them off in the cafĂ©, but itâs safer to have them on outside.â
âOh, thatâs so cool!â Mapi grinned. âI wish I could turn my hearing off sometimes.â
âMaria,â Ingrid admonished her, looking slightly embarrassed. âYou canât say things like that.â
âWhy not?â she asked, turning to face the Norwegian. You tuned them out as you looked at your phone, remembering that youâd wanted to check the buses. Okay, there was one in 20 minutes, that wasnât too bad, you supposed.Â
Or⊠you could wait, and see what Mapi and Ingrid were doing. Yeah, you wanted to go home, but it also wasnât every day that two women this interesting just fell into your lap like this.Â
âHey, you said youâre from around here, right?â Mapi asked, tapping you on the shoulder to get your attention again.
âYep,â you nodded. âBorn and raised here.â
âGreat! If youâre not busy, do you want to show us around a little?âÂ
âOh!â you said, surprised.Â
âIf youâre busy, thatâs okay,â Ingrid quickly interjected, mistaking your surprise for hesitation.
âNo, no, Iâm not busy,â you smiled. Fuck it. âI can show you around. Maybe we should go somewhere dry, first?â
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The palm-print panel was cool under Lenaâs touch. She pressed her hand to the rectangular plate next to her front door and waited for the brief moment it needed to scan her skin. The door unlocked with a meaty thump and she pushed it open with her other hand, absently checking her phone as she stepped inside. As the system scanned her biometrics, it detected stress and dimmed the lights, automatically turned on the television to an abstract screen saver with cool tones, and began to play an arrangement for a violins to soothe her nerves.
She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen, where she skipped the countertop wine cellar and pulled out the half-empty box of Trader Joeâs vintage that sheâd taken a liking to thanks to Kara. She pours herself half a tumbler full as a silent fuck you to her mother and took a swig, then walked out into her living room to sit down in the gloom for a few minutes and think.
Supergirl was sitting on her couch, head flopped back over the back so that her hair fanned out across the white leather. She sat splayed with her knees apart and legs out, arms resting on her thighs. Lena wasnât sure if she was awake.
As she drew closer, she caught a small gasp. Supergirl had a black eye, and there were scrapes on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, the blood barely crusted. Both her hands and her face were bruised and she had a tiny split in her lip.
Lena placed the wine on the table, nerves jangling when the bottom rattled against the pale marble from the shaking of her hand. Her heart raced as she drew closer. Supergirl had taken off her cape and draped it over the couch. It was none the worse for wear but was covered in scorch marks.
Suoergirlâs broad chest heaved once and she let out a long, pained sigh.
âHi.â
âHello, Supergirl.â
She let out a little laugh, wincing. âDo we need be so formal?â
âI donât have anything else to call you,â Lena said, coolly. âMind if I ask why youâre in my apartment?â
âYou donât lock the balcony doors. You should.â
Lena sighed and folded her arms. âI said why, not how.â
Supergirl didnât look at her.
âI just got the snot beaten out of me. Everything hurts.â
âI didnât think that was possible.â
How was it possible? Curiosity tugged at her, but concern shot through it, making her fidget with her hands. Lena hated fidgeting. It made her look weak, and she could still remember the pain when Lillian cracked the ruler across her knuckles to break the habit.
âCan I have some wine?â
Lena swallowed hard.
âSure,â she said.
She went to the kitchen and poured. When she returned to the living room, Supergirl was sitting up, hunched forward and leaning on he knees. Lena started a little at the sight. Sitting that way displayed the wide, muscular set of her shoulders and arms, especially her meaty biceps. Her back was a rare sight -she wore a cape, after all- and just as exquisitely muscled.
She was looking at her hands, at the damage to her muscles. Lena offered the glass and she took it. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against Lenaâs, strangely soft.
Supergirl took a long pull of wine and smacked her lips, then winced.
âItâs times like this I wish I could get drunk.â
âYou canât?â
âNot on wine and not for very long.â
âInteresting.â
âSo I have a problem,â Supergirl said. She was still looking at her hands.
âAnd that is?â
âI have to call off work tomorrow. These will heal, and Iâll look exactly the same. I donât get scars anymore. But theyâll be visible for a day or so.â
âI see.â
âBut I have to get brunch with someone, and theyâll be able to tell. Concealer wonât do much for this.â She touched her eye, wincing.
âWait here,â said Lena.
She came back a moment later with some wash clothes soaked in cold water on a tray. Hands still shaking a little as she placed it on the table. Tenderly, she took one of the washcloths and dabbed the back of Supergirlâs hands, cleaning away the grime and dried blood from the abrasions.
Supergirl sighed. âThat feels good. Thank you.â
âMay I?â said Lena.
Supergirl hesitated, doubt flashing deep within the endless depths of her blue eyes, but she turned to Lena and tilted up her chin. With shaking fingers, Lena cupped Supergirlâs face gently and used a fresh cloth to clean and cool the cut on her lip. Supergirl closed her eyes and sighed.
Lenaâs eyes wandered up, to the small mark above her eye.
âYou donât scar. Did you get that on Krypton?â
âYes. I slipped and fell when I was a little girl. You should have seen me. I bled all over.â
âMust be nice, not getting hurt anymore. Not feeling pain.â
âI still feel it.â
Lena paused.
âI feel every bullet and blow and bomb blast just like anyone would,â said Supergirl. Just because it doesnât harm me doesnât mean it doesnât hurt me.â
âIâm sorry. I had no idea.â
âItâs okay,â said Supergirl.
She opened her eyes -eye- and looked at Lena reverently, one pretty blue eye glittering while the other remained bruised shut. She smiled a lopsided, honest smile, looked at Lena in a dreamy, almost adoring way that-
Wait.
âOh my God,â Lena breathed.
âHi,â said Kara.
âOh my God. Oh my God,â Lena whispered. âOh my God, what happened, how did this happen to you? Youâre hurt!â
âI had a tough time with a very determined alien and had to worry about civilians,â said Kara. âIt happens.â
Lenaâs pulse raced and her breath quickened. Her gaze darted, searching and noticing every detail. She was so beautiful, and she was so Kara.
âWhy now?â said Lena. âWhy this time?â
âI donât know.â
Lena bit her lip, and the tiny gesture had a noticeable impact on Kara. Her eyes widened and her gaze fell to Lenaâs bottom lip, then flicked back up.
âSo your brunch,â said Lena. âThat was with me.â
âYeah. I thought about cancelling but I canât. I needed to see you now.â
Lena shifted closer on the couch, until they were hip to hip.
âWhy?â
âBecause I just got punched in the head by an alien with big stupid bone spurs coming out of his fist and I need to see you. I won, by the way. It was really cool. I ripped a fire hydrant out of the ground and hit him with it.â
Lena looked her up and down. Her jaw began to quiver.
âOh God. Is it worse than it looks? Are you hurt worse than you look, Kara? Are youâŠâ
Kara shook her head, then winced. âNo. Not that bad, promise. I justâŠâ she sighed. âIâm tired of going to lay on a sunbed and going back to my empty apartment and spend a sick day napping on the couch.â
Lena let out a slow breath. âSo you came to see me.â
âYuuup,â Kara said, slowly.
Lena shifted awkwardly in her seat. Kara slowly reached over with her now clean hand and curled her fingers around Lenaâs chin.
âLena?â she whispered. âIs this okay?â
âYes.â
Kara turned and leaned into her, pressing the slightest, lightest kiss to Lenaâs lips, not a quick peck but something slow and soft, warm and inviting.
âOw,â Kara muttered.
âKara,â Lena whispered.
âI have any idea. Since I canât make brunch⊠how about breakfast?â
Lena leaned against her, gently draping her arms around her as they fell back into the soft cushions together.
âOkay.â
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MINORS DNI
warning: petplay, orgasm denial/control, painplay, degrading
my puppyâs being a huge brat as i type this âi can be rude to you if i wantâ - âim NOT talking backâ - âim not being a bratâ - âim gonna win everyyyyy game we playâ âyou canât punish me for something i didnât even doâ to name a few.
he âdoesnât believeâ that i know EXACTLY what im going to do to him later so im typing this to prove to my dumb little bitch that im always ten steps ahead of him.
if youâre reading this it means heâs already fucked out, used, and has had his attitude reigned in.
the only way to reign in that smart mouth of his is to deprive him. so first iâm going to gag him and put him in time out for six minutes (it was originally going to be three but his mouth got him in trouble, not that he knows it yet). iâm gonna ramble about allllll the things heâs missing out on since heâs talked himself into a hole.
afterward, iâll let him take the gag out, force him to give me the apology i deserve, and edge him a couple good times before i breed him up and fuck him and brainwash him into being the good puppy he always is deep down.
my boyâs always a good puppy even when heâs making a pathetic attempt at behaving badly. heâs trained too well to know how to do it right. so iâll let him use that tone with me, not gonna take much to remind him heâs too dumb to keep up the charade.
i love my little bimbo pup, even when heâs being a stubborn little bitch.
those are the plans. the rest of the post is gonna be scene updates.
update mid punishment: had to add on more time to his time out. thirteen minutes instead of six. he âdidnât regret his wordsâ âŠhe does now. heâs sitting on a chair with a vibe (turned off) between his legs, a gag in his mouth, and hands behind his back. i have a vibe on. poor thing is so jealous it hurts.
i told him no words apart from the ones i asked him to say. âiâm sorry for being a brat sir, please punish me, im sorry for being a naughty boyâ
poor baby sounded so embarrassed. i forced him to get up with the vibe in and on to go grab the other toys im gonna use to edge and fuck him. poor thing promised to say thank you after every orgasm i deny him. he better be ready to keep that promise.
and only ten minutes into it heâs telling me how much better it feels to be a good boy and that heâs too stupid to be a brat. didnt i predict that earlier? nice and easy to break. my mutt <33 i think its because i made him listen to me cum.
sucked my cock SO obediently for a good ten minutes <33 heâs finally taking the easier route; being a good dog. iâm so proud of him. my training really shines through.
some of the details are just for us <33 but iâll let you guys in on a pretty intimate part. we came to the sound of mutual i love you i love you i love yous.
extremely intimate and lovey-dovey scene. it ended up a LOT sillier and more giggly than it started. @purenullity
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