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osamusriceballs · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 29 <3

Suna x public sex

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Last day

"You can't-"

Your legs press together, his cock now tightly squeezed between your thighs. You see yourself in the mirror, clad only in the lingerie that he chose for you. A black and white compilation of lace, one that reminds you of his old high school uniform that he often gives you to sleep in.

"But I'm doing it right now, aren't I, doll?" His hands wander from your hips to your sides, rubbing the exposed skin until you feel warm all over.

"We're in public-" you weakly protest, already succumbing into the way he's touching you so gently. Suna knows how to push your buttons; he knows how to get you all worked up for him.

"You just need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me? Keep those pretty little noises inside?" His lips touch the back of your neck, and you see his eyes attentively watching you in the mirror, gauging every single one of your reactions. He can read you like a book, not needing any encouragement, but knowing exactly what you want just from analyzing your body language. "Can you?" He repeats when you don't respond, and you softly nod as an answer, not trusting your voice to come out steadily. "Good. Such a good doll for me. You look so sexy in that lingerie." His hand comes to the flimsy pair of panties that barely hide your pussy, his fingers tugging playfully on the material until you feel it stretching over your clit. "Rin, no- it's gonna rip-" you lowly protest, laying your hand over his to stop him from pulling harder, even though you want nothing more but to feel more of that friction. Or at least feel something that will help to ease the ache between your legs.

"It's not worth buying then," he dryly comments, but stops tugging and you let out a low shriek when the material snaps back on your skin. His cock rubs between your legs when he lazily thrusts his hips, your thighs pressing together even harder at the sudden friction on your clit.

"Rin-" you while, your hands pressing harder against the mirror when you push your ass against him. "Shh. I though you can stay quiet for me." He raises an eyebrow in a teasing manner- and under other circumstances you would have swatted his hands away and pouted until he kisses you to make up for it.

"It's kind of hard to stay quiet when your cock is between my legs." His hips thrust once again, a deep, strained breath leaving his lips at your words. You know that he loves it when you're vocal like this. "Oh, doll, that's not even close to what I will do to you. You should know better." His hand comes up to your chest, his fingers tracing the lacey pattern of the bra while his gaze roams over your body, no hurry in his movements and actions. You know that he doesn't really care about the fact that there could be other people in the shop, hell, there even could be people in the dressing room next to you and he wouldn't care. An assistant could come up to you any second, banning you from ever entering the shop again, if she knew what you're both doing on there, but you know that Suna won't stop until you're both satisfied, no matter what happens.

"Pull them down for me. Slowly." He whispers in your ear, pulling his hips back until his cock no longer pushes between you legs and his chin rests on your shoulder. Your heartbeat speeds up and you hesitantly reach for the dark material, being fully convinced that there is a stain on it already. You hook your thumbs into the hem of the panties, keeping eye-contact with Suna through the mirror while you slowly pull them down your thighs and let them fall down to the ground. You know that you're wet already, eager for him to touch you more, but he keeps one hand on your side while the other plays with your tit, his gaze fixated on your exposed cunt. "Hm, look at you. Even prettier without them on." He compliments while his thumb firmly rubs your nipple, eliciting a small moan out of you.

You arch your back into him, your eyes half-closed while you watch his hand caressing your body and softly holding you. "Can you- Rin, please, fuck me," you whisper, doing your best to keep your voice down, and he smiles at your attempt to lower your voice. "Can't deny my pretty doll face anything when she begs for my cock like that." He softly kisses your cheek before his hand moves to his cock, pumping himself slowly and spreading his precum all along his length. "Can't wait to feel you around me." He groans, two of his fingers pinching your nipples at his words, and you let out a moan- so loud that you wearily glance towards the curtain on your back, but much to your relief, no one comes to kick you out.

"You want me to prep you, doll?" His cock halts at your entrance, the tip barely dipping into your wetness, and you know your knees would give up if he wasn't pressing you so hardly against the mirror. "Just put it in. Rin, please fuck me," you beg, still trying to keep your voice as low as you can, and he groans and slowly pushes his tip inside. "So wet for me. Wet from having my cock rubbing between your legs. Such a dirty slut for me." His voice right next to your ear does something for you, and you let out another low whimper, just a tad bit louder this time. He tenses at the sound, pausing his movements when his cock is only half inside. "Gimme a hand here." He suddenly grabs your hand from the mirror, and you yelp when your face is pressed against the cool glass, your breaths making it foggy and harder for you to see his pretty face. You feel his tongue around your fingers though, licking a long stripe along two of them before he presses the digits against your lips.

"I want you to suck on these fingers while I fuck you. Pretend it's my cock. Make them nice and wet for me, doll." He rasps against your ear, and you desperately pant and clench around the tip of his cock when you slowly bring the fingers inside your mouth. You taste his saliva on your tongue, making sure to make a show of how you swirl your tongue around them before you put them into your mouth and he lets out a low groan when he sees how you suck eagerly on your fingers. You feel his chest heave against your back, his hand on your hip tightening his grip for a second before he abruptly pushes further inside of you until he's fully sheathed inside. Your walls flutter around him, you feel so warm and wet and welcome around him, and he finds himself pausing for a moment, enjoying how you clench and writhe in front of him while you suck on your fingers. Such a lewd sight- only for him.

He doesn't waste any time before he pulls his hips back and quickly pushes them forward again, making sure to hold your body steady to go deeper. Your breath is erratic, just like your heartbeat, your pussy throbbing for him, aching to have him fuck you, to have him touch you more-

"Don't worry, doll, I'll fuck you how you like it. I know what my little cumbucket needs," he hisses through gritted teeth and then he finally starts fucking you. His thrusts are slower than usual, for no doubt his measly attempt to keep quiet, even though you know for sure that the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard in the next cabins. They are more powerful and harder than usual, his grayish eyes carefully observing your reactions until he sees how your face contorts in bliss. That's when he keeps angling his hips in the same way, knowing that he found your sensitive spot, and he will make sure to reach it every single time that he thrusts inside of you. You feel the heat coiling in your stomach when he fucks you just right, just how you need it. You're being used like a sex toy- and you love every single second of it.

You stiffen in front of him, feeling the warm glass against your cheek when he hits the same spot again and again, and you know that it will not take much more to make you cum. You whine against your fingers, slightly biting down to muffle your moans, and you feel how your legs tense even more when you're close, so close to reach your high-

"C'mon, doll face. Cum for me, and then I will fill you up. You like that, don't ya? Being full of my cum, walking home with my cum dripping down your legs." There is a need in his voice that makes you go feral, and you meet his thrusts with your hips, knowing fully well that you can't hold back much longer. His hands grab your hips tighter, and you gasp for air when you feel him so deep inside you-

Your thighs clench together when you suddenly reach your high, a particularly strong thrust sending you over the edge easily. You whine around the fingers, trying to stay as quiet as you can, but you can barely focus on staying quiet when you feel him tense too, his arms grabbing you almost painfully hard at this point when he cums, the hot liquid filling you up and painting your walls white. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, of being so deliciously full of him while you both remain motionless, just your ragged breaths escaping you while he holds your limp body up.

You know that he would usually praise you and massage your stiff limbs- he doesn't seem like it, but Suna is definitely a master at aftercare- but now he simply kisses your bare shoulder, only a few quiet words reaching your ears, like "love" and "pretty". You shiver in his arms, your mind slowly getting clearer, and you notice that you have drooled quite a lot around your fingers- much to your embarrassment, but a mischievous glint in Suna's eyes tells you that he definitely enjoys seeing you like this. You hesitantly pull your fingers out of your mouth, your jaw slightly aching from being kept so widely opened for so long.

Suna slowly pulls his softened cock out, not caring much about the thick droplet of cum that drips down your thighs and onto the new panties, much to your horror. His lips curl into a smile when he sees your reaction, and he leans down to reach for them and he soon holds them up with a triumphant huff.

"C'mon, doll. Get dressed while I buy the set..."

He suddenly slaps your bare ass, and you shriek as the sound echoes through- probably through the whole shop. "Rin!"

"...and then we can go home. I want to rip it off for real this time."

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tigertales9 · 1 year

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More Than Anything II

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Angst / Body image issues due to pregnancy / Smut

Description: This is part 2 of More Than Anything

A/N: I was hoping to get this up a couple days ago but got stuck tweaking a few bits. I'm still not completely happy with it, but that's the story of my life. Hope y'all like it.

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~ ~ Friday afternoon just after Joe leaves ~ ~

You eventually slide off the barstool, grabbing your phone to shut the video down before guzzling your entire glass of water. "Thirsty as hell," you grumble, walking to the fridge to refill your glass. It's no wonder, you think, taking a couple of gulps of the cold water while heading for the stairs. I'm super dehydrated from all the crying and throwing up.

You walk into the master bedroom and flick the ceiling fan on, setting your phone and drink on the bedside table before crawling into bed; as you try to get comfortable you hear a distinct voice in your head.

You overreacted like crazy. You know that, right?

"Fuck off, Cool Logic," you mutter to yourself, using the name you'd given to one of the two dueling voices that had been going at it in your brain for the last couple of months. The dueling voices are as follows -- you have your pre-pregnancy voice providing cool logic, while your hormonal third trimester voice comes crashing in like a wrecking ball.

Cool Logic = Girl please, it's just porn. Not like you caught him balls deep in another woman.

Wrecking Ball = Fuck that! You're huge and chronically uncomfortable since you're carrying HIS child! The least he can do is not be dumb enough to get caught ogling random vag!

"Enough," you mutter, shaking your head and humming a bit to drown out the annoying inner dialogue. You take a deep breath and fight back tears as your mind continues to torture you. What hurts the most is he knows you feel bad about yourself; you've been super honest about it, and he's done nothing but reassure you that he finds you absolutely gorgeous and sexy. "And I stupidly believed him," you mumble.

He hasn't been able to keep his hands -- among other things -- off of you, Cool Logic interjects. Maybe he's telling the truth.

"Shut up!" you snap, more than a little appalled that you're arguing with your damn self. "I'm losing it," you grumble, squeezing your eyes closed as images from the day before flash in your mind

~ ~ flashback to yesterday ~ ~

Joe gets home from the gym just as you're finishing up a light treadmill workout. You hear the garage door open and check your time. "Four minutes left," you grumble before stabbing the 'stop' button. "Close enough." You sit on a weight bench and tug your shoes and socks off, wiggling your toes and grimacing as Joe walks into the room.

"Hey," he chirps, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "Looking good, mama."

"Looking like the Goodyear blimp," you snort, irrationally aggravated that Joe looks like walking sex, as usual. "If men had to go through pregnancy and childbirth, the human species would've long since gone extinct."

"No doubt about that," he agrees, giving you a playful wink when you narrow your eyes at him. "I think you're sexy as hell," he murmurs, leaning down to give you a more thorough kiss before stepping back.

You really want to call him a liar, but the earnest look on his face stops you cold. You give him a weak smile before heaving a sigh. "I should've got a pedi a couple days ago when I got a bikini wax," you grump, peering at your less than perfect pedicure like it's the worst thing ever. "If I wasn't so huge I'd paint them myself, but here we are," you mutter, gesturing at your pregnant belly.

"Let me do it," he urges giving you a wicked grin when you hit him with an incredulous look. "You know I'm good with my hands," he brags, wiggling his agile fingers and chuckling when you roll your eyes.

"Maybe later," you mumble. "Right now you can put those hands to good use by emptying the dishwasher."

"Yes, ma'am." He gives your ass a playful squeeze as you walk out of the room and head for the stairs. Halfway up you remember another chore that needs to be done. "When you're finished with the dishes can you grab the clean laundry out of the dryer and bring it upstairs? I'll fold it when I get out of the shower."

"You got it, babe," he grins, giving you a thumbs-up before getting to work.

You walk out of the bathroom 25 minutes later, smiling at the array of neatly folded clothes laying on the bed. He grabs a stack of clean towels, handing them to you before reaching for a pile of t-shirts, socks and undies. "Let's put these up then I'll paint your toenails," he offers.

"You don't have to," you mutter, sticking your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "I'll just go to brunch tomorrow with a busted pedi. The girls won't judge me."

Joe leans down and sucks your pouty lip into his mouth, nibbling on it for a second before releasing it. "You're not going to brunch with a busted pedi. Put those towels up and grab everything we need to handle business."

"Yes, sir," you say in a sultry tone, giving Joe an innocent smile when he hits you with a loaded look. You place the towels in a cabinet and grab a bottle of nail polish and toe separators. "I don't need full-service," you say, waggling the bottle of nail polish as you walk back in the bedroom. "Just paint over the existing polish and we'll call it good."

Joe gives you a sly grin as you sit on the edge of the bed. "I was kind of hoping you'd want full-service," he winks, voice heavy with innuendo.

"Maybe later, horndog," you giggle, smiling as he sits cross-legged on the floor at your feet. "Wait a sec," you say, "we need something to put over the carpet just in case."

He pulls his black t-shirt off and spreads it on the floor inside out. "This thing is old as hell. I don't care if it gets polish on it."

You let your eyes wander over his bare skin, admiring the way his muscles flex as he scoots closer to you. "Who's the horndog now?" he grins, easily noticing your not-so-subtle ogling.

"Pretty sure it's still you," you chuckle, handing him the toe separators while shaking the polish bottle.

"You know me too well," he sighs, fixing the separators in place before reaching for the bottle. "Put one foot on my leg," he continues, patting his thigh and watching closely as you do as ordered. "What are you wearing under the t-shirt?" he asks, slowly unscrewing the polish while holding your gaze.

You look down at the light purple t-shirt you're wearing -- his shirt -- before answering. "Panties."

He gives you a look before painting a stripe of coral-colored polish onto a big toe. "What kind of panties?"

"Hipster panties."

"What color?"

"You wanna see 'em?"

"Obvs."

You pull the shirt up just enough to expose the tiny, low rise undies.

"Purple tiger stripes," he nods his approval. "Very nice."

"You picked them out," you giggle, dropping the shirt to cover your crotch as he finishes up foot #1.

"I know. I have good taste." He gives you a wink that's more naughty than playful, lifting your foot up to blow on the wet polish, his gaze sliding up the length of your leg as he continues to blow.

"You trying to get another eyeful?" you tease, a pulse of arousal setting off deep inside as his gaze moves from the juncture of your thighs, over the swell of your belly to linger on your breasts. Your nipples harden under his heated gaze, and his sinful lips curl up in a cocky grin.

"Maybe." He slowly licks his lips while setting your foot down and reaching for your other foot. He wraps his hand around your ankle and lifts your foot all the way up to his mouth, planting a kiss on your sensitive sole before giving it a quick lick.

"That tickles!" you gasp, squirming a bit as he does it again. "Joseph, stop!" you laugh, trying and failing to pull your foot out of his strong grasp.

"Take your shirt off," he orders.

"You don't wanna see my huge belly," you grimace.

"Your belly is sexy," he states. "I wanna see it and your gorgeous tits."

"I don't feel very sexy," you pout.

"Your hard nipples say otherwise."

"I mean, yeah, I'm a little turned on, but I don't feel sexy. I feel big as a house."

"You look like a goddess," he purrs, dropping a full-lipped kiss on the inside of your ankle just above where his hand is gripping you. "Ripe and luscious," he continues, kissing his way up the inside of your calf all the way to your knee. "Good enough to eat," he groans, sucking a mouthful of thigh hard enough to leave a love bite.

You swallow hard and try to act unaffected, knowing it'll drive him crazy. "Are you gonna finish painting my nails?" you ask, sounding more breathless than bratty.

"Take your shirt off," he repeats.

"Finish my pedi first."

He shakes his head no and you raise an eyebrow. "What if I don't take it off?" you whisper, liquid heat pooling in your core at the thought of him tickling you into submission.

"I guess I'll have to punish you," he smirks, raising your foot back up to his mouth.

"Don't you dare!" you holler, squealing when he licks a long stripe up the center of your sole. "Okay, damnit!" you wheeze, whipping the shirt off before he can lick your ticklish foot again.

"Good girl," he purrs, his eyes roaming over the swell of your belly several times before resting on your bare breasts. "Are you wet for me?" he asks, sucking on his bottom lip in a way that causes your clit to throb.

"Nope," you lie.

"Oh really?" he scoffs, one jaunty eyebrow arching upward while his hand slides up your inner thigh. "Lemme check," he purrs, giving you a knowing smile when you grab his wrist.

"Wait." You stop his hand just before it reaches your crotch. You look down at his stupidly sexy smirk and are hit with a bit of inspiration. It takes everything you have not to cackle like a supervillain as the plan takes shape in your mind. You clear your throat and give him a pleading look. "Listen," you whisper, biting your lip when he leans closer to hear you better. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to finish my toes first."

"Okay," he quickly agrees.

"Just to clarify," you state. "You have to finish my pedi no matter what. You can't stop until you're done, got it?"

He narrows his eyes as he searches your face. "What if the house catches on fire?"

"If the damn house catches on fire you can stop. Anything else needs my permission."

"Ohhhh, a power play. I like it." He gives you a nod of approval. "I accept your terms."

"Good." You release his hand and hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, wiggling out of them while his eyes avidly follow their downward progress. "It'll be easier to take these off before both sets of toes have wet polish," you murmur, grinning as he takes over, carefully easing the panties off so as not to disturb your freshly-painted toes.

You lean back on your elbows and spread your thighs a bit, fighting the urge to giggle at the look on his face.

"This seems kinda unfair," he mumbles.

You pretend not to hear his complaint as you lift your right foot and place it on his thigh, giving him an innocent smile when he finally drags his gaze from your crotch. "Only five more toes to go," you grin. "That won't take long at all." He grabs the bottle of polish and leans down to get started; you lay flat on your back and slide your right hand down to rest on your upper thigh. "You painting my nails is kinda hot," you breathe, squirming your hips a little as you inch your hand closer to your crotch. "We should do it more often."

"Yep," he croaks, going completely still as you ghost your fingertips over your slit, slowly sliding up to rub your clit. "I can finish your toes later," he states.

"Nope. That goes against the terms of our agreement." You continue to play with yourself while he paints another toe, muttering under his breath the entire time. You can't see a damn thing because of your belly, but you know he's enjoying the view; you bite your lip and slide a finger inside, your core clenching at his low-throated groan. You feel him grab your wrist and give it a tug before sucking your wet finger into his mouth.

"Are you done with the pedi?" you ask.

"Noooo," he moans.

"I don't smell smoke," you tease, "pretty sure the house isn't on fire."

He releases your wrist, grumbling as he quickly snatches the bottle of polish and goes back to work.

You slide your finger back inside your slick heat, pumping slowly before adding a second finger. A few heartbeats later you feel his tongue on your clit.

"Did you finish . . ."

"Yes!" he growls against your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

"I hate that I can't see you because of my belly," you gripe.

"Can you feel me," he asks, giving your clit a loud suck while sliding two fingers inside.

"Y … yeah," you whimper, gasping when he curls his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Just a few minutes later you're already falling over the edge, moaning his name as he continues to pleasure you through your climax.

After you catch your breath, you hold both hands out toward Joe. "Help me sit up, please," you ask. Once you're upright, you look down at him on the ground between your thighs, his lips glistening with your essence. "Are you hard?" you whisper, smiling when he gives you a 'girl please' look before he stands up and shoves his slinky shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh; his cock springs free and you wrap a hand around it, giving a couple of slow pumps before locking eyes with him. You run your tongue up a prominent vein before gently lapping up the precum on his tip. "No time for teasing, baby, I'm too close," he groans, looking down at you through those long eyelashes as you get down to business.

The next few minutes you work him in all the ways you know he loves, relishing in his grunts and moans of approval as you take him deep, tears sliding down your cheeks as you choke on his thick cock. "Shit, baby, I'm close," he warns, reaching a long arm out to steady himself against the bed as his climax hits; you continue to work him through his climax, smacking your lips when he collapses on the bed beside you.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing he gives you a sheepish smile. "I'm gonna need to redo those last two toes," he admits.

You look down at your right foot, mouth dropping open at the absolute mess. "What the hell?" you laugh, shaking your head while giving Joe a bemused look.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I had a hard time concentrating since you were putting on quite a show."

"That was the point."

"I know. You won."

"What's my prize?" you ask cheekily.

"I'm gonna make you cum again," he states matter-of-factly. "That last one was way too quick."

You watch as he hops off the bed and heads into the bathroom, your pulse rate picking up in anticipation. He strides back into the bedroom and drops to his knees between your thighs. He holds a hand mirror out and you take it. "Lay back," he orders.

"What's this for?" you ask, waggling the mirror while doing his bidding.

"So you can watch," he purrs, giving you a feral smile before lowering his head

~ ~ end of flashback ~ ~

What seemed so hot in that moment is now something you wish you could forget. You stare at the ceiling, cringing in embarrassment at the thought of him seeing you like that.

Right? Wrecking Ball quips. Surprised he could get it up with that gigantic belly staring him in the face. You squeeze your eyes closed as a tear slides down your cheek. Don't listen to that nonsense, Cool Logic snipes. He had no problem getting it up. Hell, he damn near came before you got it in your mouth! Not to mention he went back for seconds!

"Maybe if I ignore the voices they'll go away," you mumble, rolling onto your side to get more comfortable; you grab a pillow and pull it toward you, the faint scent causing your stomach to lurch. It was Joe's scent -- clean and a little musky -- basically your fav scent in the entire world until right this second. You push the pillow away as hot tears stream down your cheeks. What feels like an eternity later you finally drift off to sleep.

A couple hours later you jolt awake, wondering what woke you up for a second before you realize it's your phone; you grab it and check the display -- Joe's mom is calling. You take a deep breath and answer the call. "Hey Robin," you croak.

"Hey sweetie. How are you doing?"

"Okay."

"Good. Listen, Joe told us what happened. We totally understand why you need some space from him for a bit."

"What did he tell you?"

"He said you came home a little early from your brunch and caught him looking at some gross porn. He had an excuse for it but I told him none of that matters."

"I can't believe he told you the truth."

"Well, he feels horrible as he should. How are you?"

You heave a sigh before answering. "I bounce back and forth between being mad as hell and feeling like i overreacted. He didn't mean to hurt me, so I know I should just let it go."

"You didn't overreact," Robin states. "Listen, if you accidentally step on someone's foot, it doesn't hurt any less just because you didn't mean to do it. Same principle here. He didn't mean to hurt you but he did. You're having to deal with negative emotions at a really vulnerable time because of something he did. Don't rush yourself to forgive and forget before you're ready."

"Thank you," you sniff, fighting the urge to cry.

"You're welcome. Joe said your mom is flying in tonight so I know you'll get plenty of love and validation from her. Just know that Jimmy and I are also on your side. Joe is our baby, but we hold him accountable when he does dumb things."

"Thank you," you repeat, hurrying to get off the phone before you break down in tears.

You ease out of bed and head downstairs, pacing around for what seems like ages until your mom pulls into the driveway; you hit the garage door opener so she can pull in, immediately breaking down in sobs when she hops out of her rental car and rushes toward you.

"It's okay," she soothes, holding you tight and rocking back and forth while you sniffle and snort.

"I'm being dumb," you croak.

"No you're not," she states. "You're being human."

You lean back and give her a weak smile. "A dumb human," you laugh, smiling as she grabs her bag and ushers you into the house.

~ ~ Saturday ~ ~

You lie in bed most of the day, switching back and forth between feeling like you overreacted and feeling like you never want Joe to touch you again.

Your mom was great, as expected. Giving you space to sulk while also plying you with yummy food she knew you couldn't resist.

~ ~ Sunday ~ ~

You've been lying in bed all day again, fully embracing the pity-party vibe when your mom strolls into your room just before dinner time. She sits on the edge of your bed and gives you an enigmatic look. "You ready to talk to him?" she asks, giving you a sympathetic smile when you make a stank face. "Listen," she continues, "let me call him. I'll put him on speaker. Maybe hearing his voice will make you want to talk to him. Or not," she shrugs.

You consider it for a minute before responding. "Okay," you sigh, sitting up while she calls him. The sound of his voice hits you like an electric shock; after regaining your composure you shake your head and tune back in to the conversation.

"I'm doing okay, I guess," Joe says. "How's y/n?"

"She's doing … okay," your mom mutters. "I think she's feeling a little better."

Joe heaves a sigh before speaking. "I can't believe I messed things up so bad. The entire pregnancy has been this magical time for us and I screwed it up by being stupid! I ruined everything and now she hates me," he grits out, self-loathing dripping from every word.

"I don't hate you," you state, a little disconcerted at the strangled noise he makes. Your mom hands you the phone and walks out of the room to give you some privacy. "You were on speaker," you continue. "I should have warned …"

"It's okay," he blurts. "You're not mad at me anymore?"

You take a deep breath. "My feelings are still hurt, but I'm not mad. I guess that's a step in the right direction."

"Yeah." The silence stretches out for a minute before he breaks it. "I'm so sorry I hurt your feelings."

"I know. -- If you want to come to the doctor with me tomorrow, you need to be home by 9:15 a.m."

"Thank you," he murmurs. "Can I come home tonight?" he asks. "It's fine if you say no. I don't mean to be pushy."

"It's kind of late."

"I can't sleep anyway. If I leave now I'll be home around 10:00. You don't have to wait up for me."

"I can't sleep either," you sigh. "Listen, I'm not ready for you to touch me or see me naked."

There's several beats of silence before he responds. "I understand."

"Good. Be careful, okay? Don't speed."

"Okay. See you in a couple hours."

You end the call and walk downstairs, sitting on the sofa beside your mom. "He's coming home tonight. He'll be here by 10:00."

"Is he taking you to the doctor tomorrow?"

"Yeah." You rub your belly as you continue. "This is his baby, too. He deserves to be there when we get the news. 99% chance we'll be scheduling a C-section."

"Probably," your mom agrees, "but everything's gonna be fine," she soothes. "You're young, healthy and you have a great doctor." You nod your head then frown as she mentions booking herself a flight back to Dallas.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. I'll need to head to the airport around 8:30 if I book the early flight. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You give her a sheepish smile. "Sorry you had to come babysit me for a few days since I threw a hissy fit."

"You had every right to those feelings. Don't feel a bit bad about it."

After eating dinner and watching TV together for a while, your mom heads off to bed and you go upstairs to take a shower. Once you towel yourself dry you study your reflection in the mirror, wishing you could hit rewind and go back to the loving, teasing vibe you had with Joe before the shit hit the fan.

He was absolutely right when he said the whole pregnancy had been a magical time for y'all. You were both pleasantly surprised when your high libido didn't dip at all, but the further along you got, the more self-conscious you got over your growing belly. Joe hadn't seemed to lose any attraction at all which did wonders for your self-confidence.

But now you know he was lying, Wrecking Ball sneers. His ass doesn't deserve to see you naked again until you're completely comfortable with it. Baby boy might be eating solid food by then.

He wasn't lying! Cool Logic argues. That porn he searched for is the exact same thing you did to get him worked up.

"I'm truly losing my shit," you mutter, pulling on a pair of boyshorts and a voluminous maternity tee before walking into the bedroom; you sit in the rocking chair Joe bought for you, looking around at the makeshift nursery y'all had set up in the sitting area of your oversized bedroom: a crib, changing table, diaper genie, small dresser & rocking chair. Jace will eventually have his own room just down the hall, but you and Joe couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in a completely different room away from your baby boy for the first few months.

After a few more minutes just rocking and trying to clear your mind, you hear the faint mechanical hum of the automatic garage door opener signaling the arrival of Joe. A few minutes after that he sticks his head in the bedroom door, smiling when he sees you in the rocking chair. "Hey," he whispers, hovering in the doorway.

"Hey. Come in," you beckon, your heart hurting when you take in the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. You know you don't look any better.

"How do you feel?" he asks.

"Remember that gigantic prize-winning watermelon at the county fair last summer? I feel like I swallowed it."

"That bad, huh?"

"Pretty bad. -- How was your drive? You made good time."

"Traffic was light."

"And you were speeding."

"Maybe a little," he shrugs, giving you a tired grin as he walks toward you and drops to the floor at your feet, sitting cross-legged. He clears his throat and lifts his gaze to yours. "Remember when we first met?"

The question catches you off guard. "Yeah," you answer, trying to read his expression.

"I thought you'd never agree to go out with me," he mutters, "but then you finally did and we've been inseparable ever since."

You're still not sure where he's going with this, so you just smile as your mind wanders back to your sophomore year at LSU.

There had been a buzz on campus about the new transfer QB from Ohio State; one of your good friends was a cheerleader so you'd been to several parties where Joe was present. You'd avoided him like the plague since you figured he was a raging fuck boy. He was persistent as hell, you had to give him that. You shot him down at least a dozen times before you finally agreed to go get ice cream with him. The rest was history.

Joe clearing his throat pulls you back into the moment. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I, ummm, I've been wondering if you wish you had more … experiences before we got together."

"Experiences?" you echo, furrowing your brow while he looks distinctly uncomfortable. "What do you mean?"

He chews on his bottom lip and runs a hand through his unruly curls. "I'm your first and only lover. Maybe you wonder what it would be like with another man."

You stare at him for several seconds before responding. "What have you been smoking?" you chuckle. "I know you're not serious." You shake your head in disbelief while he fidgets with his thumbnail, the look on his face telling you he's dead serious. "Where did this come from?" you ask.

He mumbles something under his breath while staring at the floor.

"I didn't catch that."

He heaves a sigh and repeats himself loud enough for you to hear. "It's just … that video dude got me thinking you might want another man."

"Video dude?"

"You know," he mumbles, mimicking jacking off.

"You've got to be kidding," you mutter, shaking your head when he gives a shrug. "Let me get this straight. You think I'm thirsting for random dick because I pulled a petty stunt to give you a little taste of your own medicine?"

"Something like that."

"I turned that video off the second you walked out the door," you admit. He shrugs again and continues to stare at the floor. "Look at me, please." You wait for him to comply before continuing. "I don't want another man. Not now. Not ever. Okay?"

"Guess I shouldn't have spent the entire week-end worrying about it," he grumbles.

"Guess not," you state. "So should I be worried that you want other women?"

"Of course not," he scoffs, looking completely offended at the question.

"I mean, this whole thing started because I caught you …"

"I was trying to find someone who looks like you," he butts in. "I know you don't believe me, but that's the absolute truth."

"Let's leave that in the past," you mutter. "But since you brought up being my first, I have to admit I've always been a little insecure about it. Can't help but wonder if I'm as good as other girls you've been with who were more experienced."

"You're by far the best. If it was any better I'd have a stroke." You chew on your lip as he continues. "There's literally no way the sex could get any better. We're made for each other." He scoots closer and locks eyes with you, his expression as passionate as his words. "We're compatible on every single wavelength: mentally, emotionally, intellectually, physically, chemically. I always thought the whole pheromone thing was total bullshit until I met you."

You give him a smile as he plows ahead, heartfelt words spilling from his pretty lips.

"You've been the one consistently amazing thing in my life, always there for me at my highest of highs and lowest of lows. I love you more than anything, but I don't think I've done a very good job of showing it. I hope you'll give me another chance to prove it."

You can tell that last part was completely rehearsed, but somehow that makes it sweeter. "You've done a good job of showing it, Joe. This one setback doesn't erase all of that. I just need a little more time to get over it. As long as you don't try to rush me we'll be fine."

"I'll do whatever you want."

"Right now I want to get some rest." You ease out of the rocking chair and head for the bed, sliding between the cool, clean sheets while he watches, clearly not sure what to do. "You can sleep with me, but I don't want to be touched," you state, pretending not to notice the disappointment on his face. "Okay," he sighs, obviously dying to say something else but biting his lip before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth and undress. He eventually comes out and clicks off the bedside lamp before crawling into bed. "Goodnight," he whispers. "Night," you answer,

You wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. Mom's up early, you think, stretching before turning to look at Joe; his side of the bed is empty and you laugh to yourself. "Nothing gets that man out of bed faster than the smell of yummy food cooking."

You pee, wash your face and put your long, wavy hair in a high ponytail before making your way downstairs, surprised to see Joe standing at the stove. "Smells good," you sigh, smiling when he throws you a quick look over his shoulder as you slide onto a barstool.

"Scrambled eggs, turkey sausage and multi-grain toast," he says, dishing food onto a plate and setting it in front of you. He quickly grabs the raspberry jam out of the fridge, giving you a smile as he sets it down. "Thank you. All of my favs," you say, returning his smile while you slather jam on your toast. He watches you tuck into the hearty breakfast, his gaze going a bit feral as you suck a dab of jam off of a finger. You both freeze in that moment, neither of you breathing for a second until the spell is broken by your mom walking into the kitchen.

The rest of the morning flashes by in a blur. Your mom has a quick breakfast before heading to the airport; you and Joe finish breakfast and get dressed before heading to your doctor appointment.

A couple hours later y'all are heading back home from the doctor; as Joe pulls out of the parking lot he instinctively reaches a hand over to rest on your leg, catching himself just before he makes contact. He awkwardly rests his hand on the center console instead, his eyes going wide when you grab his hand and place it on your thigh, smiling at him when he shoots you a quick look.

Once y'all arrive home, you're both subdued by the news you received. You can tell Joe is trying to think of something soothing to say when his phone chirps; he makes a face when he reads the text.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," he shrugs. "Sam wants me to go workout with him."

"Do it!" you urge.

"You trying to get rid of me?" he grumbles.

"No. I just think you'll feel better if you go. Plus I have a few phone calls to make."

"I don't wanna leave you alone."

"I'll be fine," you soothe. "If anything happens I'll call 911. They'll be here in less than 5 minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Go break a sweat. You'll feel better."

Once Joe leaves you make several phone calls to family and a few close friends to give them the news; the only person you can't reach is your best friend so you leave her a message. She calls a little while later when you're finishing up a few chores. You slide onto a barstool at the kitchen counter and accept the call.

"Hey girl," you greet.

"Hey! What did the doc say?"

"C-section."

"I guess we kind of expected that. You know, I think I'd rather have a C-section than a vaginal birth so this seems like a good thing to me."

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better."

"I'm dead serious, girl. I don't love the idea of pushing something the size of a Christmas ham out of my cooch! And you know lil man is gonna have a huge head just like his daddy."

You laugh at her serious tone. "He is big. They estimate he'll be close to 9 pounds."

"Lawd, makes my vag cringe just thinking about it. Remind me to never make babies with a big boy."

"Making babies with a big boy is definitely something I recommend."

"Really?"

"For sure. A damn-near 9 pound baby doesn't seem so bad when you're getting damn-near 9 inches from daddy anytime you want it." You almost drop your phone when Joe clears his throat behind you as your bestie cackles at your dirty advice. You spin your barstool around and lock eyes with him. "Speak of the devil," you murmur. "Listen girl, I gotta run. Call you back later."

"Hey," Joe says, trying and failing not to look smug as fuck.

"Hey Mr. Nosy. You gonna make a habit of eavesdropping?"

"No, ma'am." He smiles as he walks toward you with that long-legged, loose-hipped stride that always makes your knees weak. "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I figured you heard me come in."

"Well, I obviously didn't," you snark, trying hard to keep a stern look on your face.

"Obvs," he mutters, laughing when you narrow your eyes at him. "Sorry," he coughs, handing you a gift bag. "I picked up a few things I thought you might like. I know you haven't felt like shopping since …"

You bite your lip as his voice trails off, waiting for the pang of sadness to hit when thinking about that awful day; you feel a flood of relief when the pang doesn't rear its ugly head.

"Thanks," you smile, taking in Joe's deer-in-the-headlights look for a second before reaching into the gift bag. You hear him exhale as you pull the tissue paper out. Over the next few minutes you pull out a ridiculous amount of Bengals and LSU baby gear: several onesies, booties, blankets, bibs, and other baby goodies. "How did you get these?" you ask. "Most of them have been back-ordered forever."

"I pulled some strings."

"Thank you. I love all of it," you gush, struggling a little to slide off the barstool before he steps forward and grabs you by the hips, easing you to the ground as if you're light as a feather. You link your arms around his waist and give him as tight of a hug as your belly will allow, feeling a different kind of pang when he buries his nose in your hair and takes a deep breath, his big hands sliding up and down your back like he hasn't touched you in ages. You get a little flustered at his touch and step back. "I … ummm … I think I'm gonna go take a nap," you blurt out, your pulse picking up at the way his gaze drops down to your lips and lingers there while you speak, like he's considering kissing you but scared of your reaction.

"Sounds good," he murmurs, dragging his gaze from your lips to your eyes. "I'm just gonna crash on the sofa and watch TV."

"Cool," you say, hurrying to the stairs, wondering if you'll ever feel 100% comfortable around him again.

After tossing and turning in bed for about 45 minutes, you finally give up on getting a nap and make your way back downstairs; you hear Joe talking on the phone as you walk toward the living room. "I'm nervous, but I can't let it show," he says. "I've gotta be strong for her. -- I know the risks are lower because the C-section is planned, but it's still scary as hell. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened. I can't live without her."

That last sentence brings tears to your eyes and you sniffle a bit as they start falling. Joe's head immediately pops up over the back of the sofa. "Gotta go, Mom. Call you back later." He ends the call as you walk into the living room. "How long were you standing there?" he asks. "Long enough," you whisper, wiping tears off of your cheeks as you take in the glorious sight of him sprawled out, shirtless with tousled curls, long legs stretching the entire length of the oversized sofa. "I can't live without you either," you sniff.

"Come here," he urges, patting his bare chest. You crawl between his spread thighs and turn onto your side a bit, laying your belly against him.

"This is the most comfortable I've been in ages," you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as his long fingers massage the back of your neck.

"Good. Get some sleep," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"I feel like I'm crushing you."

"Woman, I bench press way fucking more than your trifling weight. You couldn't crush me if you tried."

You laugh at his cocky tone. "Okay," you yawn, snuggling your face against his bare chest, lulled by his familiar scent as you drift off to sleep.

Later that night, after dinner and a few episodes of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey, you wake up in bed hot and sweaty. You throw the covers off and lie there for another few minutes before easing out of bed to head for the bathroom. You strip your shirt off and run a cool, damp washcloth over your neck, chest and belly, sighing in relief as the cool cloth caresses your heated skin.

When you're done, you think about returning to bed without a shirt, but you're too self-conscious. You heave a defeated sigh as you walk into the closet for a clean t-shirt, immediately reaching for one of Joe's; a small smile graces your lips as you pull the shirt on. Just a couple days ago the thought of his shirts touching you made you lose your mind. Today it feels totally normal, totally right. It's a small victory but you'll take it.

When you walk back into the bedroom Joe hands you a glass of cold water. "Thanks," you sigh, gulping half of it down before setting it on the bedside table. "You'll be cooler without the t-shirt," he says, his expression heavy with concern as you look up at him in the amber glow of the hallway light. "I'm still not really comfortable with you seeing me like that," you mumble, feeling a little silly. "Stay right here," he says, rushing to turn off the hallway light before turning on a much dimmer bathroom light; he pulls the bathroom door almost all the way closed before walking up to you in the near-total darkness.

"Better?" he asks. "Yeah," you answer, lifting your arms up as he grabs the hem of your shirt and gently pulls it over your head; he then picks you up bridal-style and lays you on the bed. "You want any covers?" he asks. "Just the sheet please," you reply, holding your breath until he slides back into bed beside you. "You good?" he asks. "Yeah," you whisper, feeling weirdly exposed as you try to get comfortable, the silky sheets rubbing against your sensitive nipples in a way that makes your core react. Simmer down, you think to yourself, tossing and turning, restless as hell due to equal parts anxiety and arousal.

After several minutes, Joe wraps an arm around you. "I know you're scared, baby. Wish I could fix it for you," he whispers, pulling you close, your back against his chest.

You squirm in his embrace a little. "I'm def scared but I'm also …"

"Also what?"

"Super horny," you mumble into your pillow.

"Oh." He gives a surprised chuckle. "Well I can fix that," he boasts, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulder before pushing your hair aside to gently blow on the back of your neck. "Let me help," he urges. You hesitate for a bit. "Please?" he whispers.

You eventually roll onto your back, sighing as he gently ghosts his fingertips over your sensitive nipples while kissing your neck. He avoids your belly as he slides a hand down to your crotch, teasing you through your panties for a bit before slipping his fingers inside.

Damn, he's so good with his hands, you think, your breath catching in your throat as he hits your sweet spot, quickly sending you over the edge while he whispers dirty encouragement in your ear.

A few heartbeats later, you finally catch your breath. "Your turn," you whisper.

"You just need to rest, don't worry about me."

You're entire body goes cold. "You're not attracted to me," you state matter-of-factly. "I knew it."

Joe doesn't say a word, just reaches out for your hand and places it on his raging erection. "Oh," you whisper. "Let me help you with that," you offer, gasping when he wraps his big hand around your much smaller one, pumping for a few slow, steady strokes before picking up the pace, his hips snapping up into the strokes for a few minutes before he falls over the edge.

You listen to him catch his breath for a bit before speaking. "I feel sweaty and sticky," you whisper. "I'm going to take a shower." You wait a few seconds before continuing. "You wanna join me?"

"Yes," he immediately answers. "But …"

"But what?" you ask, trying to make out his expression in the semi-darkness.

"We'll have to have more light than this. It's too dangerous to shower in the dark in case you slip. If you don't want me to join …"

"I want you," you interrupt, easing out of bed.

"Are you sure?" he asks, blinking in surprise when you turn on the bedside lamp. His eyes travel from your face to your breasts then down over the swell of your belly before slowing reversing course. When he locks eyes with you again you can tell he's holding back tears, his plump bottom lip quivering in a way that tugs at your heartstrings.

"Come on, daddy," you whisper, holding a hand out to him. He leaps off the bed and takes a step toward you; when he puts his hand in yours you feel something bloom deep inside you, something much more powerful and primal then mere arousal. He leans down and nuzzles his face against your neck just as his tears start falling. You use your free hand to stroke his back soothingly, your own tears streaming down your face for a bit before he leans back and locks eyes with you.

"I love you more than anything," he sniffs, kissing the tears off of your cheeks. "I love you too" you whisper, cupping a hand around the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss, breathing a sigh of relief into his mouth when the happy tears spilling down your cheeks mingle with his own happy tears in a way that feels cathartic.

The next several days leading up to your C-section are spent almost exclusively together, with Joe working out in your home gym instead of going to Black Sheep or the Bengals facility. Y'all share baths and showers, with Joe insisting on rubbing moisturizer on your belly several times a day hoping to feel Jace kick, his face lighting up every time it happens; after one particularly hard kick, Joe can't contain his excitement. "Gah-lee!" he chuckles. "What a kick! He's definitely gonna train MMA."

"He's most definitely not!" you snap, smiling to soften your words.

The night before your surgery Joe never lets you get more than arm's length away from him, giving you gentle touches on your hips, belly, the small of your back, all while doing an amazing job of playing host to both sets of parents who are spending the night with y'all in anticipation of baby boy's arrival tomorrow.

A few hours after dinner, with both sets of parents tucked into their guest rooms for the night, you and Joe are lying in bed wide awake.

"You're scared aren't you?" you whisper, staring at the ceiling while Joe tosses and turns.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, rolling onto his side so he can look down at you.

"Yeah." You give him a reassuring smile before tweaking a curl that's fallen onto his forehead. "Fear isn't a normal emotion for you, so it's a little obvious."

"I probably shouldn't admit this," he mutters, "but I've never been this scared." He leans down and gives you a quick kiss before continuing. "When my knee got blown out and we didn't know if I'd ever play football again, I wasn't even remotely this scared. You know why?" he asks.

"Why?"

"Because I can live without football, but I can't live without you."

You feel your entire world condense down to this moment with this man. "I love you more than anything," you breathe, repeating the words he's said to you so many times recently. "And I'm gonna be just fine," you continue, cradling his head when he nuzzles his face against your neck. "Are you excited to meet our baby boy tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he sniffs, fighting back tears. "Excited to bring both of you home and spoil you rotten."

"I'm gonna remind you of that in a few weeks," you tease.

"No need for reminders," he chuckles, giving you another kiss before snuggling you in his embrace.

~ ~ 9 weeks later ~ ~

You rock gently in the rocking chair, staring down at your baby boy who is happily nursing without a care in the world. You close your eyes and let your mind wander back over the past several weeks:

The first few weeks postpartum you and Joe had been dead tired from tending to the constant needs of a newborn. Thankfully it was the off-season since Joe insisted on getting up with you for late-night feedings, which meant neither one of you got good sleep. He was completely enthralled watching Jace breastfeed, and y'all got in the habit of Joe doing skin-to-skin with Jace after each feeding.

Joe handled being a dad with the same mindset he handled everything else in his life -- 100% effort, even on the not-so-fun parts like changing stinky diapers. You thought it was impossible to be more in love with him, but watching him with his baby boy had given you a deeper appreciation and love for him.

Once Jace settled into a more predictable routine, you and Joe had a little more time to be partners and not just parents. You shared a nice amount of non-sexual intimacy during this time -- shared baths/showers, massages, naps and plenty of cuddling. It took a while before you convinced Joe to let you get him off; he thought it was selfish for him to get his needs met since you didn't want him to reciprocate just yet. You promised he could make it up to you when you were fully healed.

Over the last week y'all had eased back into PIV sex, with Joe being super careful -- almost too careful -- with you.

You have other ideas for tonight. You smile as you think about the evening ahead. Gonna put that man on his back and take over, you think to yourself, a swarm of butterflies taking flight in your stomach when you hear the faint sound of the garage door opening.

"Daddy's home," you croon, staring down into Jace's aquamarine eyes as he continues to nurse. He's the spitting image of Joe: a head full of wavy blonde hair, big blue-green eyes, Cupid's bow lips and long legs.

As you wait for Joe to come upstairs, your attention is captured by the shiny bracelet on your wrist. Joe had given you a tennis bracelet with all 3 birthstones on it -- yours, Joe's and Jace's -- alternating with diamonds. You wiggle your wrist a bit, watching the gems glint in the light of the late-afternoon sun streaming in the window.

Joe walks into the room, his face lighting up when he sees you nursing Jace. He approaches quickly, looking down at you for a minute before speaking. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he sighs.

"Yep," you agree. "He's gonna be a total stud just like his daddy."

"I was talking about you," Joe murmurs, leaning down to kiss you. "But yeah, he's a total cutie too," Joe croons, kissing Jace's forehead before standing back up.

"Your turn," you say as Jace finishes nursing, smiling when Joe whips his t-shirt off before reaching for the baby. You switch places, with Joe sitting in the rocking chair cradling Jace against his bare chest and you standing over them. The look on your face prompts Joe to ask you a question.

"What are you thinking?"

"That I've never been happier than I am right now," you whisper, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on Joe's lips.

"Oh you just wait!" he says, smiling ear to ear. "From this day forward, I'm gonna make sure every. single. day. you spend with me is happier than the next."

"Yeah? That sounds like a pretty big task."

"I never back down from a challenge," he brags, giving you a playful wink as you turn and head for the shower, his gaze raking over your curves and his pulse picking up at the hint of promise in your throaty laughter.

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1.1.2024

—nsfw

It's Leraye's turn for some clapping funnn

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intro: a romantic and intimate concept and manner of thinking that speaks to my artistic tendencies and aggressively tickles my fancy Also. All those headless plushies he has on him? I love. I even want a few. And, I want a pair of his earrings too

update I: he speaks to my writer's mind fr. It's very pleasant, how he talks about the future in that manner but please don't get your hopes up too much, Leraye, for MC is a national star I'm getting fic ideas tho

update II: so normally I don't really care much for sweet talk, but he's pleasantly sugar-sweet lol And that tongue piercing? I. Am. In. Love. Plus, the idea of a man with a playful, innocent charm i.e. like Leraye having such a badass piercing? It's kskdlnshsjs so perfect it's sinful

update III: oh my. Do I have a thing for finger biting? For fingers-in-your-partner's-mouth? Yes, I really do. Does it make me feel things? Yes, it totally does. And his tongue? Pierced and dripping like sin? No, but, excuse me, but—AAAAAAAAAAAH

update IV: dude the way he talks about the future is so romantic and has this rosy mystery to it, I'M LOVIN' DIGGIN' IT

update V: baby is jealous again aaaaaah I love Satan an unhealthy amount is all I'm saying but fuck it's so cute that Leraye kissed her cheek

update VI: it's finally time oh God oh God the H-sceneeeee something I've been fighting for rushing through battles for waiting excitedly for and there's going to be thunder, it seems. YES YES YES this creature loves summer but she's also a biiiig sucker for thunder

update VII: I love you two so much, just that

update VIII: please fuck on the floor please fuck on the floor please fuck on the floor plea— But wow he's suffering hard huh? HOT excuse me, just some sadism coming through

update IX: damn he's really fucked out of his mind just about a goner lol and it's so damn hot I do think that thunder is one of the sexiest things one can hear, so I get why he finds it...appealing but arousing? Idk man...

update X: he's high and soaring. Thunder is screwing his brains out. Help him, MC

update XI: these moments when MC cares and worries for the devils and isn't thinking about getting railed certain things? I love them, I crave them I was hoping they would do it on the floor tho goddammit, MC

update XII: *spongebob narrator* ah yes, the popsicle 'thing'

update XIII: hehehehehehehehe

update XIV: it what 'hot object' And damn, even popsicles have murderous urges. Who would've known?

update XV: MC, ever the cool human, doesn't react to being stabbed by a demon. Rather, she gets busy putting together conclusions

update XVI: wait no that change in attitude and behaviour is so sexy. *Kuzco's voice* uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh but as a writer, I tend to dislike comparing humans/human-like beings to animals (with a few exceptions), so I can't say I appreciate how Leraye is compared to a dog—even though I get why that is Anyways, Zeus the thunder you love is rooting for you, Leraye. Show too-cool-for-school MC the big guns what you're capable of, hon

update XVII: boy isn't even awake lmao it's REALLY hot how he's so dazed that he doesn't even know what he's doing And it's SO hot, what he's doing

update XVIII: nononono the crying horn does so much for me pls THIS did so much for me He's taken in by his feelings so badly that he can't even think straight and such that his horn itself is already sobbing WHAT'S THERE NOT TO LIKE

update XIX: LERAYE? OMFG THIS POSITION??? NONONONONONO I MEAN YESYESYESYESYES YAAAAS I'M ALIVE

update XX: SNDBKSHDBXMS and more thunder = more intensity? YESSSS

update XXI: he keeps chanting her name and let's just say that that kind of thing is one of the things that make my heart stutter and my brain tingle yay another turn-on, another weakness this game is preying on my romantic weaknesses and kinks. Keep at it please

update XXII: ughhhh yesss there we go again with the affecting-each-other's-emotions thing I'm so in love with it sob 'You could feel that since were connected to him' made me ascend because I'm a romantic sap like that you won't catch me dead wishing for romance in real life, though

update XXIII: the. Way. He. Keeps. Saying. Her. Name. The way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear as he makes her nut go nuts. Also, it's so hot that he's licking her neck and all, and with that piercing? I'm screamin' but science is wondering: how do you lick anything DEEPLY? Is there a secret anatomical passage hole in the neck that I'm not yet aware of or—ik what they mean, but choice of words pls lol

update XXIV: thunder is the new drug

update XXV: no but that's another fave switch of mine so sexy, like the man went from friendly and seemingly harmless to dazed and wild then back to innocent and sweet? Oh God shut up this is so cute I'm screaming crying throwing up twerking on the floor

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edit: okay but no bro, 2-68 and 2-72? Hell fr fr. I barely passed 2-68 after numerous tries and changes in character combinations and locations, except now I keep getting crucified annihilated in 2-72. My God. Those angels and their sorry eyeballs...someone call Andre

Also would you look at that, I just pulled Leraye lol and Phenix, too. And...another Valefor I'm not salty at all, 'cause it's not like I was hoping for a new character anyways but I'm so excited to try Leraye and Phenix out in battle. Leraye's already at level 17 lol

And my God, after I read Zagan's H-scene *SWOONNNNN* I die just thinking about it, I love him sm I pulled Zagan on a free pull, and now I get Leraye in a 10 pull after melting over reading his H-scene. Is this fate? Is this a tradition in the making? I sure hope so

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4.1.2024

I PASSED OH GOD I FINALLY PASSED LERAYE SAVED ME I promoted him to level 40 and oh my god I can't believe it, I finally did it lol ngl though I feel like there will be more battles like 2-72 and that's nervewrecking but...I'll somehow manage?

Also!

edit 2: "the virginity of your lips," he says. It's a bit too late for that, no? Not that I mind And Satan being happy and proud? Yesss bby YOU BIG CUTIE

edit 3: Sitri my love, jealousy seems to have kind of made you lose your memory. I understand, but please do try to remember who lunged at MC and kissed her upon meeting her for the first time, yes? Do it again

edit 4: someone's been listening to Lana Del Rey

edit 5: and this? This was HOT

Anyways, the main thing I wanted to say is that PAIMON IS SOOO CUTE! I love him already lol <3

edit 6: this game is preying on me, I swear and I'm loving every second of it

edit 7: AAAAAAAARGH <3 I love him I love him I love him I love—

Jokes aside, what Paimon said is sad, but I loved it. I really love the depth he has to him, and his words not only showed that, but also showed the fragility and emotional intensity and vulnerability of devils.

#what in hell is bad diaries #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb #whb leraye #what in hell is bad leraye

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I’ll keep on hoping, we’ll eat cake by the ocean | William Nylander Part II

Summary: It's been a few days since William got that sunburn, and now he's really itching to release some of that pent-up tension;

Tags: needy!william; established relationship; vacation;

Warnings: it's pure smut; 18+; finger; p/v penetration; unprotected sex;

a/n: it's nothing but a smutty part two 😉;

"Mmm," William nestled into your hair with a contented hum as you lay spooned together in bed, the gentle morning sunlight starting to filter in.

"Morning, love," you mumbled drowsily.

"I'm not awake," he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

“Well, apart of you is awake,” you playfully teased, feeling his morning wood, hard against your lower back, making him chuckle, both slowly akwaken.

It had been three days since William's sunburn, and during that time, he'd been incessantly whining and complaining about the pain. It was a frustrating period where any intimate moments were off-limits because his sunburned body couldn't bear any contact. Not even clothe, which had him sleep naked every night, letting his cock stand free, proud and hard every time you wandered around naked after a shower. Just the mere thought of you naked could create a solid erection.

"That part is always awake for you," he commented, gradually shifting to position himself above you, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"You know, your parents are in the room next door," you giggled softly, while William settled on top of you in between your legs, his arms bracing each side of your head.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to be quiet then," he softly whispered into your ear before placing his lips on yours, and you both shared a sloppy morning kiss. “You can’t expect me not to do anything when you lie there, so sexy and topless,” he grinned, his forehead gently touching yours, and then his lips found yours once again.

You could feel just how hard and needy he was for you, and you knew that there was only one way William intended to get a release. Which wasn’t by himself.

The kiss was soft and smooth, but William’s eagerness shone through when his tongue wanted to slip past your lips, an access you granted him. Your tongues were dancing a smooth dance, as he tried to use one arm to balance on, while his other hand moved down between you and wanted to remove your underwear. And with a little help from you, they were quickly discarded.

William’s lips then gently made their move to your neck, and soft moans started to escape your lips, as his hand found its way to your clit.

“Shhh,” he whispered, starting to slowly circle your sensitive bud.

And you had to bite down onto your lower lip, not to let any louder sounds come out. The feeling of having William so close to you again, could have you cum instantly. He had talents with his hands, and you’d been longing for his touch for days now. The sight of him in only swim shorts at the beach had been killing you, and you lower parts had been a pool by just the thought of his body close to yours.

And though his hand was skilled, there was something you needed more. “Baby, I want you in me,” you whispered, feeling a pleasure starting run through your body.

“I want you to cum first,” he said, while biting and sucking on your neck; making sure to leave a mark or two, so that everyone on the beach could see you were taken.

"Please, I need you," you almost begged, a plea that you knew William absolutely loved.

And with that he gently removed his hand, and placed himself to enter your core instead. Softly he pushed himself in, feeling your warm walls hugging his throbbing cock, and you had to hold a tight grip onto the bedsheets, trying your best not to make any noise.

“Shit, I love how tight you are for me baby,” he moaned with a low voice as possible.

“Always for you babe,” you softly replied before he started moving his hips back and forth, slowly pulling himself almost entirely out before pushing himself back in, hitting just right as always.

William knew your body like no one else. He knew all the details about it; where to kiss, and where to bite; where to softly touch and where to smack. He knew you better than you knew yourself. And he also knew just where his cock would hit your inside.

So as he started to move his hips a little faster, he also understood the sound of your moans. He was making you feel so good. Your pussy was the perfect match for his cock.

He kept his thrusts at a steady pace, while he again returned to circle your sensitive clit, and it became too difficult of a task for you to hold back your moans. So you used one hand to cover your mouth, as you felt the build up to an orgasm flow through your body.

“Fuck Willy, keep going,” you tried your best to whisper, but it was useless. William hit your g-spot over and over again, and with his skill full hand working your clit as well, it took nothing more for you to arch your back, and clench hard around William’s cock, as you reached your climax with a deep moan into the palm of your hand.

“Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” William moaned out as well, as he rode you through your orgasm and the clench of your walls got him so close. All of his muscles tightened, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours made no effort in keeping your intimate session a secret for your neighbours; and as if the past three days had build up a crazy amount of sexual frustration within the Swede, it was all released at once, as William let out a loud growl, emptying all his liquids he had inside of you.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed out into the crook of your neck, slowly coming down from his high, and a warm smile graced your face as you looked at the incredible man lying on top of you. It was clear that he needed this moment, and truth be told, so did you.

William took a moment to collect himself after the intense rush he’d just felt, before he slowly pulled out and came to lie next to you. You shared a soft moment of soft laughter, both feeling delightful and high of pleasure.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" he inquired, his voice tender and husky, as the two of you lay on the bed, facing each other, post intense love making.

"Yeah, but I always love hearing it," you replied with a warm smile, gently brushing a strand of hair from his face. "And I love you too," you added, accompanied by a sweet grin.

"Good, because you're stuck with me," he chuckled.

And you couldn't help but smirk. "I know, who else will remind you to put on sunscreen?" you playfully teased.

#william nylander imagine #william nylander #toronto maple leafs #nhl hockey player #toronto maple leafs fic

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adickaboutspoons · 1 month

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🤡🛒⛔ for the meme!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I prefer to think of most of my WIPs as in long-term holding patterns, but yeah, there's a couple that will prolly never get developed further. There's one I wrote to entertain my Discord girlies (g/n) as an canon-divergence to 1x7 where Jack is drunk enough to black out before whippies part II & drunken Ed goes to see about Stede reading in his bunk. And I quoted entirely too much "Tess of the D'urbervilles" and there is drunken knifeplay.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I'm constitutionally incapable of not comparing Stede to the sun or going on at length about Ed's incredible eyes. You know it's an envinoveritas joint if Stede is deeply oblivious or, at the very least, nobly restrained when it comes to Ed, because he's fundamentally incapable of believing that anyone, much less *Ed*, could be attracted to him. Oh, also I'm a little obsessed with Ed creatively swearing in his head - if the fic is from his POV, there WILL be at least on instance where he's all "Fucking fuck a motherless poxy cock-swallowing twat waffle of a duck taint in hell."

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? I think I'm a pretty funny writer, but I don't really laugh at my own jokes. That said, I'm not above a self-satisfied smile. Here's a scene from a Taskmaster AU I've been pecking away at for the entertainment of my Discord girlies (g/n). The premise is that, while recording the tasks, Stede got assigned a solo task to send cheeky texts to Greg's phone every day for five months, only to find out at the record for the in-studio part of the show that Greg hadn't received a single one; Stede had sent them all to the wrong number. Which started to text back after the episode aired...

He climbed out of bed, wincing just a little when he stretched and cursing his old bones. He went to the bathroom, brushed the bog-taste from his mouth, pulled on some clean clothes, then grabbed his phone to go downstairs and put on some tea. A calming brew might be just the thing, depending on what William S. Hornberry, Esq. had to say. Will answered on the second ring. “It’s already on telly, Stede. You really just need to put Channel 4 as far from your mind as possible,” he sighed into the phone without any preamble. “No - I mean, yes, I know. This is not about that. Well, adjacent to that. What I mean to say is I got a reply. From the person I’ve been texting in error I mean.” There was another sigh down the line, and the sound of Will taking a sip of a calming brew of his own. “Okay. Let’s have it.” “What?” “Read it to me - what does it say?” Stede picked the Taskmaster phone up off the counter and thumbed the power button. He undid the lock screen (a picture of Greg’s disapproving face staring out at him), and pulled up the text window. “Oh! There’s more since I went to bed last night!” he said. He skimmed over the new message quickly. So far, no indication that this was going to go south! Excellent. He judiciously tempered his excitement until he heard Will’s opinion, though. Will waited in polite silence. Stede cleared his throat, scrolled back up to where the messages started, and read it all off to him. “‘Loved the show tonight.' 'Been loving the texts even more.' 'Keep ‘em coming.' 'Sexy.' That’s all the stuff from before I went to bed. The new stuff says: ‘You deserved more than 2 points for Kings Quest. That game rocked.' 'Let me know when you’re done playing with floppy things. I’ve got something hard I think you might be interested in.’ So what do we think? Doesn’t seem like they’re inclined to sue me, right?” “Well, if he is, he won’t have a leg to stand on now that he’s flirting back,” Will answered with a hearty chortle. “Flirting? What - no! Just being cheeky, surely? Giving as good as they got.” Another heavy sigh heaved its way down the line. “Stede, I say this not just as your lawyer, but, after all these years, someone I hope you think of as a dear friend. You don’t have the best track record when it comes to realizing someone is flirting with you.” “I think I’d know if someone was flirting with me.” Stede huffed. “Name one time you’ve seen someone flirt with me and I didn’t recognize it.” There was a long silence. So long that Stede pulled the phone away from his ear to see if the call had dropped. “Just-” Stede pulled the phone back to his ear quickly, “Just send yourself screencaps from the Taskmaster phone, ok? Just in case it gets deactivated? That way you’ll still have the evidence. Leave it to me to prove intent.” “Okay,” Stede agreed. “Do you want me to forward it to you as well?” “God no - I don’t want your Etonian smut. Not until absolutely necessary at least.” “You’re hilarious,” Stede said wryly. “No, that’s your job. Goodbye, Stede. I’m charging you for the whole hour.” “Hilarious,” Stede repeated and rang off.

#ask meme #ofmd fic #my modest contribution to fandom

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necromancer-4-hire · 2 months

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Legacy of Kain for fun: Kids Planned, Oops, Denial

(This post is for entertainment purposes; I'm fully aware that vampires in LOK are sterile... Raziel obviously as a wraith. Either way enjoy.)

Kain: Isn't interested in being a father; considering he literally raised six lieutenants from death. Outcome: "Oh you're expecting...well shit fine." You're in good hands and expect to see a new banner hanging from the rafters if you have a son.

Raziel: "Yes have my babies." As a vampire he wants them to carry on his sexy superior genes. Big ass baby shower; swans and freaking servants tending to your every need. (As a wraith Raziel is perplexed...but he does not object your pregnancy... Very laid back but pleased. "I hope they get to keep their jaw and organs at least...")

Turel: This one is definitely planned. Turel won't consummate your relationship and take parental duties until he's sure both of you can handle it. Little does he know that no matter how much he plans you never know what parenthood is going to throw at you. (Outcome: "Congrats Turel you have twins.")

Dumah: "Who wants kids when you have me?" That's Dumah's way of thinking anyhow. Until one steamy night he forgets to be careful. Yes big oops on his part. He freaks out at first but gradually warms up to the idea. Happiest man of the year award.

Rahab: Planned but not stubborn about it. Things happen and if you end up carrying his child then he takes responsibility and marries you on the spot. Responsible but let's nature run it's course. He did choose you after all.

Zephon: DENIAL all the way. "No way that's mine!" As many fledglings as he has you'd think he'd be okay with the idea... Nope. He comes around eventually and sucks it up. That dad that gives his child a motorcycle their first birthday. If you're carrying his child then Zephon knows to step up and take care of what's his.

Melchiah: No way... really??? He's beyond belief but ecstatic. Welcomes the news with open arms and he's not ashamed one bit. He's so happy you're his... Definitely the kind of guy that says: "Let's have another."

Bonus:

Vorador: Are you kidding? He's got babies everywhere. But these are special babies. Since you're his main you will be taken care of and doted on. Not planned and not an accident. Vorador is known to be a good father.

Janos: Planned. Period. Are we ready? Man of tradition and devotional mate. Does everything he can to make you comfortable for when that time comes but freaks out when you're in labor. Pulls a Ricky Ricardo and heads to the hospital and forgets to take you with him.

Sebastian: Oops... considering his busy schedule he doesn't know your carrying his child until your far enough along. He's not object to the result of your love making but that just means he's got to do double time to support that extra mouth to feed. He marries you eventually but just know Sebastian means business and won't let you and his fledgling down.

Marcus: Denial... your mind shouts truth. But Denial. He can't believe it; how could he be so stupid?! Yes he runs... but he looked up to Vorador so much he owns up to the truth. He apologizes and takes care of you and the new addition to your lives.

Faustus: Doesn't take you seriously but caves when he realizes your telling him the truth. He's in shock but accepts the result without any issues. Surprisingly responsible and pleased with himself and you better believe he's not letting you go. Already planned on calling them Faustus II...

Magnus: Definitely an oops. But since he knew he wanted you to begin with it's no surprise that you're expecting. He's a man of his word and will marry you... expect lots of babies though. Absolute family man.

#legacy of kain #lok for fun #Kain #Raziel #Turel #Dumah #Rahab #Zephon #Melchiah #janos audron #Vorador #Sebastian #Marcus #Faustus #Magnus #Babies

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 6 months

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Pssst hey poke poke wanna rant about Diablo II is it any good Iv been considering getting into the series

Absolutely!!!!!!!

Oh my fucking God, ok ok ok...

So. I love it.

Diablo II remastered is my favorite in the series, and I can't even verbalize how much of a fucking gremlin I become over this game, bro. Dude. Okay so. Hot takes, coming in, but the second one is my favorite in terms of art design, gameplay, and overall vibe. It's also a pain in my ass. But a good pain lol.

In terms of playability, something a lot of people complain about with older games is the lack of explanation for a lot of gameplay mechanics (not just Diablo, if you play older games you probably know what I'm talking about), so the first two games even remastered can feel sluggish, unnecessarily difficult, and confusing. Which are very valid criticisms, I don't side with gamers who complain about new games coddling their players however. Straight up, the horadric cube in D2 doesn't have an instruction manual. Bless the internet.

Diablo 1 and 2 have just an incredible atmosphere and artistic design. It's dark fantasy. The angels are sick as fuck. The cover art; o r g a s m i c. Like,

And for some people who didn't grow up playing Diablo II, the learning curve is really steep. But I enjoy it! I love starting new characters and then deleting them again because I found a better build. Experimenting without looking up guides for point allocation and gear.

This is the cover art for Diablo II: Resurrected.

This is how I want to feel going into my fights. This is my enemy. Sexy as hell. I would recommend this game, it's one of my all time favorites. The characters are connected through your battlenet account, so if you buy the game for your Xbox and for the Switch as I did, you play your same game. Which is probably a no brainer for people who played video games for a lot longer than me, but I didn't have a console until I was in my twenties.

If you ever get this game, and wanna cry when encountering the first boss, I will give you my ultimate guide to how this dumbass cheesed their way through the encounter without dying ❤️

Also, secret level, near the beginning of the game you go through a portal and you can pick up a dead guy's artificial leg. Keep it. Later, you can use it with the horadric cube to unlock the best fucking level of all goddamn time. 🐮

Now, the other games... Diablo III.

The gameplay was way too easy (for me at least). After the first boss the story gets better, but everything about the third game is super different.. It's art is super stylized. It feels cartoonish in the lineup. It isn't dark, even with the body horror and literal demons, because everything feels colorful. It's the anime inspired fantasy roleplay version of the grim dark heavy metal fantasy games. I liked the story, because I was so invested in Diablo II that I needed to experience what came next, and I don't regret playing it, it was fun, but it didn't have that replayability factor imo. That's just me though.

Before anyone complains, yes I played RoS and Death was sick as fuck, these are just my silly little opinions playing the games. But like, it just didn't frustrate me, or make me feel like I was in a life and death war. But, if you like power play fantasies, Diablo III: Reaper of Souls, necromancer broken as fuck. Kept having to raise the difficulty while playing because I blasted through everything.

Before I go on, you know that trope where angels are dicks? Cuz these games are full of angels that are huge dicks. Best angel in the entire series is in the third game, he's the best character, I won't say his name because they act like it's supposed to be a surprise that he's an angel but ahshgsjsj..... I replay for him, and Diablo, but other than that it's only fun to play with someone who hasn't experienced it yet so I can vicariously feel their enjoyment. If that makes sense.

And my ultimate disappointment, Diablo IV.

The story is awesome. The cut scenes are cinematic. Lilith is superb. They went back to the same dark realistic atmosphere of pre D3.

I'm just really bitter about microtransaction hell, season passes in a game that just came out and was so pricey, and end game content that felt like a chore instead of a game.

It was super rewarding the first playthrough, don't get be wrong! The story was so fun, and the monsters were delightful bastards. They brought back the Butcher from part three, but unlike in D3, he was a huge asshole in D4, sunnova bitch lol

The game was so fun until we got to the end game and season of the malignant.. the developers keep arguing with the community whenever they bring up valid criticisms instead of addressing what's lacking. I wish the game wasn't so expensive, because I would recommend it if it was just a fun game..? I liked it, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the developers do something better with season passes or with future dlc expansions.

I hate real world currency in game shops and a lot of season passes. DLCs I understand. I like. But a season pass that's ridiculously expensive on top of an already pricey game that doesn't add enough new content for actual gameplay and instead makes you grind for a new horse skin? And grinding.

Ugh. I still really enjoyed it, but I can't in good conscience recommend it because the price makes me feel guilty. It's great, until you beat the game. It's open world, but the missions are limited, and the grind isn't rewarding. Again, crossing my fingers they make it more fun with future updates.

Such a bad bitch. Fucking love her. Mommy. The initial game is great. Just not for that price. Open world games should be playable forever, and that's what D4 promised, they just didn't deliver.

Sorry if this is a mess, I'm about to fall asleep ❤️ but yeah, I fucking love this series, even when I don't. The story and characters and the atmosphere when it's there.

#thank you so much for asking this!!#i love diablo ii #i fucking love video games #diablo 2 #diablo #diablo 3 #diablo 4 #lilith #cow level

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nyxronomicon · 1 year

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🔞 neighbor Toji part ii 🔞

Direct continuation of neighbor!Toji bc he lives in my brain now (please read that one first if you want any plot whatsoever)

Toji x GN reader (MC) / Gojo x GN reader

🔞 NSFW 18+ content ahead🔞

Tw: cucking, yandere!Toji, fingering, penetration (anal or vaginal up for interpretation), dirty talk, phone sex, praise, creampie, reader owns a dildo, Gojo doesn't know he's getting cucked

Pet names: sweetheart, baby, slut

Your cell phone rang. Toji glanced at the lit up screen and smirked.

"Gojo?" He picked up your phone and slid his fingers out of your mouth, the taste of your cum left on your tongue. "This your date?" You simply nodded as you watched him look at the screen.

"You better not pick that up." You hissed in vain as Toji smiled.

"Let's go to the bedroom, hm?" He grabbed your wrist with his free hand, leading you where he knew your bedroom was since his floor plan was the same. You grabbed hold of your jeans so you wouldn't trip as he tugged you along, hitting the answer button.

"MC?" The man in the other line spoke. Toji had put it on speaker.

"Gojo? Hey, sorry you caught me in the middle of something." You desperately hoped he'd decide to hang up.

"Oh, it'll just be a second. I was just thinking about our date this weekend and I got so excited I wanted to plan it!" As the man chattered on, you made it to your bedroom. As soon as you looked at Toji, he pointed at the back of his throat as if to say this man made him want to vomit. You couldn't blame him.

You were still off-balance with your jeans just below your ass, making it easy for Toji to restrain both your wrists behind your back with one hand. Then, he pushed you against the mattress and dropped the phone next to your face.

"That sounds nice." You responded to his idea. You'd have to cancel with Toji later, since Gojo seemed more like the kind of guy you'd actually want to date.

"Great! I'm glad you think so!" There was a short pause as Toji climbed on top of you.

"Keep him on the line. I want to fuck you while he's listening." Toji spoke in barely a whisper directly into the shell of your ear, sending shivers up your spine.

"Anyway, sorry for bothering you again. I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing." Gojo said.

"Wait," you said without thinking. Was Toji in your head that much that you wanted to obey such a crude request? "I was actually..." You searched for an excuse but settled on the one thing that might get under Toji's skin. "I was about to masturbate... But it would be better if I could do it to your voice." You spoke in your neediest voice possible. Toji had just pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, precum beading at the tip when you spoke.

"Oh. Oh..." Gojo remained on the line, but there was a pause as Toji carefully tugged at your jeans again, pulling them completely off without a sound. "Just let me..." He spoke in the same cheery tone until suddenly shifting to a much lower voice. "... Find somewhere a little more private."

"Mmh..." You moaned as Toji's fingers traced your hole, spreading the lube that was conveniently on your bedside table around it.

"Hey, wait for me a minute, huh?" Gojo sounded amused. "Ok, I'm in my room. Why don't you start with what you're wearing?"

"... Just a t-shirt..." You spoke between breaths. "Nothing fancy."

"Mmm..." His voice was really sexy through the phone. "Nothing else? ...what about below?" As he spoke, Toji had slipped his fingers into you again to prepare you for his length.

"Just a t-shirt." You repeated yourself. Toji was feeling incredibly impatient with this much of your energy directed at responding to Gojo.

"Oh, you're so naughty..." You heard his voice through the phone but Toji had simultaneously begun pushing his cock into you. You couldn't stop the moan that dripped from your lips with perfect timing for Gojo to think it was his doing.

"My sweet thing..." Gojo sounded really turned on. "God that was sexy..." You heard him pant a couple of times. "My cock is so hard thinking about you. Touching it on the phone with you feels so good..."

"I knew this was a good idea..." You moaned back.

Toji was irate. You kept speaking to him. In fact, he didn't even know you were being claimed on the other line. You were barely acknowledging him. His cock was slamming into you before he suddenly stopped and pulled himself out of you. He had an idea.

Toji flipped you on your back, picking your legs up to wrap them around his waist. He lined his cock up and pushed himself into you again before leaning in to whisper into your ear.

"You're such a little slut," Toji rolled his hips, thrusting in and out of you. "Talking to your boyfriend on the phone while you fuck another man..." He took your earlobe between his lips.

"He's not-!" You stopped yourself from finishing that thought, frantically trying to think of something that would make sense for you to say to Gojo in this situation. "He's not... Gonna fit! My dildo's not gonna fit...!" You exclaimed, very glad that the only neighbor that shared this wall was the one currently railing you.

"Such a clever liar..." Toji's voice fanned his breath over your shoulder, your pleasure now overtaking your thoughts.

"Oh, you can do it baby..." Gojo spoke simultaneously in your other ear, like the angel singing your praises while the devil berated you. "Mmh... You just gotta... Push a little harder..." Gojo was clearly getting close on the other line your moans and heavy breaths filling any silence between you.

"You getting close sweetheart?" Toji whispered, his hand snaking back to your sex to heighten your pleasure.

"Ah... Yes... T-" You nearly said Toji's name but you were able to stop yourself.

Toji rammed in and out of you recklessly, his cock hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you over and over again. "Say it." He mumbled against your skin. "Say my name." Your whole body felt hot as your arousal teetered on the edge of ecstasy. "Tell him who you belong to."

Moans fell from your lips and you heard Gojo grunt from the other line. "I'd love it if you said my name with your voice all sexy like that..."

The two men flashed in your mind but as Toji increased his pace and sucked on your neck, you could feel yourself tipping over the edge. His cock prodded into you just right every time, and finally it hit you, your orgasm was finally raging through you.

"Toji! Fuck... Toji..." You cried out, arching your back as your body buzzed with pleasure, shockwaves tearing through you with each of his continued thrusts.

"Again..." He mumbled into your ear.

"Toji..." You obediently repeated, feeling yourself cum all over him. He continued to thrust at a relentless pace, chasing his own high as the voice on the other line stammered in confusion.

"Toji," you spoke more softly, as if just to him. "Fill me with cum, Toji..." He groaned loudly, his hips smacking into yours as he felt his orgasm begin at the tip of his cock. With a jerk, you felt his cum fill you up, his moans now definitely undeniable through the phone. The other line was silent as the two of you came down, breathing heavily as you stared into each other's eyes. You had completely forgotten the phone.

"Who the fuck Toji?" Gojo said after it was clear you were both done.

"... My dildo." You smirked at the man on top of you.

Tagging @cherryxblossxms

#jjk toji #jjk gojo #jjk smut #toji x reader #gojo x reader

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kirakiraaa42 · 3 months

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Chapter X - Adorable valentine, part II

FEBRUARY 14, 2023

1:00 pm

The Brit and the idol now arrived at the former's residence. This house was a box house made out of concrete and wood, which made the perfect, simple yet unusual house structure that sets it apart from the rest of the houses seen in Korea. The exterior was fascinatingly designed, and the materials that were made to create this masterpiece brought a combination of modern and natural aesthetic to it.

The house served as a symbol of Axelle's distinctive taste, being a man of simplicity and sleekness. The excitement was written all over Momo's face. She is still clinging onto her boyfriend's back.

"Wow. That's a really good looking house you got here!" Momo looked at the house with marvel in her eyes. "It's so sexy."

"It literally just looks like a box, though." The Brit chuckled, approaching the wooden door.

"I'm not kidding! The house is indeed sexy. Especially the one that is living in it." Momo giggled flirtatiously.

The Brit immediately got the message. "No, I'm not sexy. You are."

"No, you. Ehehe." The idol giggled again.

Axelle then opens the sliding wooden door, revealing the interior of the house. Again, it was made out of wood and concrete again, and it definitely created a sense of welcoming atmosphere, especially the living room.

(IGNORE THE BLURRY BABY)

He then puts his girlfriend down the sofa to relax herself after a long time of shopping him gifts, and excused himself for a moment. While he was gone for a while, Momo looked around the interior and was taking in the environment around her, amazed by how it was constructed. But moreover, she couldn't believe that her boyfriend, who is still a graduating student in college, resides in such a glorious and remarkable house.

Axelle then went back with a wash basin filled with water and soap.

"What are you going to do with that, darling?" Momo curiously asked.

He places the basin on the floor and then removes his girlfriend's shoes, and then puts her feet in, soaking them in the water. "A family tradition. This is how we welcome visitors in our home."

"Really?" Momo tilted her head.

He then kneeled on the floor and looked up at Momo. "No, I was kidding, I just made that up." He then chuckled.

She lightly tapped his head. "야, 바보! (Ya, pabo!) I was starting to think you were actually doing some family tradition!" She then shared a chuckle with the Brit, who then started to wash her feet.

(야 yah = hey)

"But for real. A little soak does feel so good. I should visit your house everyday so that you could wash my feet like this." The idol looked at him soaping her feet, feeling his fingers work their magic.

"As long it's not as stinky as the fish markets back in London." He snickered.

"Hey! You again and your silly little barbs!" Momo laughed. "I don't know if I should be insulted, haha!"

"I'm English. My mouth is a bit sharp sometimes." He commented. "It runs in my blood. But I use this 'weapon' depending on the person."

"That makes sense." She replied.

The Brit finishes washing her feet and leaves the living room, pouring out the water in the bathroom and setting aside the soap. He then returns not a few milliseconds later, and then does the surprising act of grabbing her chin and kissing her briefly.

He pulled away but kept his face close to Momo.

"You're so adorbs, little Axelle. I am really glad you are mine to keep."

"So I guess I'll have to stick with you calling me 'little' all the time?" Axelle asked.

"That is my little rule when we're together. You may be a tall boy, but you have a fragile heart like that of a child." Momo whispered, her aura becoming a bit possessive. "As long as you stay with me, I will make sure that you will be called 'little' for the rest of your life."

He shrugged. "Maybe I'll get used to being babied."

The idol wagged her index finger, playfully scolding him like a little boy. "Tsk tsk tsk. Nuh-uh. What did I tell you about the maybes, darling?"

He definitely did notice the motherly yet subtle dominating tone of Momo, yet he brushes it off anyway. "Sorry. No maybes. Only the yes's."

"Good boy∼" She whispered in a soft, husky voice. "You're sooo easy to talk to. I love that in you, my precious baby boy." She then chuckled seductively, pulling his head in between her clothed breasts.

As his head nestled in that spot, he begins to think for himself, with questions running in his head.

"Why is this... This is so uncertain of me. But why is Momo so tantalizing when she's... dominant and motherly? Is this because I lacked the love that was supposed to be given by my own Mum? Why do I feel so vulnerable? I shouldn't be like this... being babied is a bit cringe... yet why do I feel this way for my darling?"

The idol's lips let out another alluring mirth, caressing her boyfriend's hair. "Oh, Axie. You're sooo cute∼" She then kisses his forehead repeatedly, giving him affection. "I sooo want to take care of you now. My baby boy."

The young man thinks for himself once again.

"Am I being submissive at this point? Now that I think about it, I clearly remembered she gripped my neck last time back at that roof terrace... She wasn't even choking me, but she was so powerful, so dominant, that it makes me want to kneel down to her. But how does she do all of this? How?"

Momo drew his head away from her breasts and brought it closer to her face. "Hey, cutie. What do you wanna do now? We're all alone in your house now... We can do anything here. Tell me, boy."

He looked at the gift bag that was beside Momo and grabbed it, putting the thing beside him. He reaches inside the bag and pulls out the first gift that he grabbed.

"Oh! Strawberries!" Axelle smiled like a child. "And it's four packs! Incredible!"

Momo chuckled. "Yes. I knew you'd like strawberries, so I bought four packs just to be sure." She caresses his hair again. "Now go ahead and reach for the other gifts, darling."

He reaches for the bag again and pulls out the two strawberry Kitkat packs, and the strawberry plushie.

"Wait, no way!" He looked at the three items in his hands. "Nah, wait, hold up. Now I feel bad..."

"Feel bad for what?" Momo chuckled, her hands on her man's back.

"You walked for a long time just to get me these gifts, though. You shouldn't have done that for me. I mean, I should be doing that. I'm a man, right?"

Momo shook her head. "It's a thing here in Korea and the rest of East Asia for a woman to give something to her man on Valentine's, if you don't know that."

"Wait, really?" Axelle raised his eyebrow, culture-shocked by this discovery. "I literally lived here in Korea for 5 years and I had just known that?"

"Hehe. Culture shock much, huh?" Momo leaned onto his shoulder. "But let me tell you something, boy."

Axelle nods, ready to listen to his girlfriend.

"It's not about the gender roles, or who should do what, anyway. In the end, it's about showing my love and affection for you, little one. I take care of you, and you take care of me. Reciprocating. Simple as that." She kisses his cheek. "You got me a soak when we arrived here anyway... and I'm contented with your acts of service. Are we clear?"

Reaching for her hand, he interlocks it with his and kisses it. "Yes, darling. Crystal clear."

"Good." She places a peck on his shoulder.

To Momo's surprise, yet again, the man hugged her in gratitude. "Thank you so much, darling. I couldn't give you enough gratitude. I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

The idol hugged him back, feeling his warmth in their little embrace. "You are absolutely welcome, my little Axelle."

Afterwards, the Brit turned back on the packs of strawberry and cracked one open, picking one and putting it in his mouth. As he tasted it, he nodded and smiled.

"Yes. I like this." He locked eyes with his woman. "Momo, try one."

"But those are yours, darling." Momo smiled. "I'll pass."

Remembering the thought of being babied by his girlfriend, he uses this to his advantage, and Axelle picked up another strawberry with his two pairs of fingers, putting it close to his face and looked at Momo with puppy eyes.

"Pwease. Twy one stwawbewwy. Pwease, pwease, pwease!" He spoke like he was freaking Tweety Bird.

Momo hung and shook her head, chuckling. "You're so cringe! I hate it but I also love it."

"Just get the fricking berry before I die of embarrassment here!" He half-grimaces and half-smiles, blushing as if he was about to die of cringeness.

"Fine. I'll eat one, I guess." She picked up the fruit from Axelle and takes a bite out of it. She hummed, "Mhm! It's not bad at all! I like it!"

The Brit picked up another strawberry from the pack, and then something clicked. He wondered, "I might feed it to her."

Momo looked at Axelle in confusion and jealousy. "Who's 'her'? Is she a woman, Axelle? Is she trying to hit on you?"

The Brit shook his head and chuckled. "Momo. Don't worry. 'She' isn't a human."

He then puts two fingers on his mouth, and then whistles. In a matter of seconds, the couple can hear thumping noises slowly getting a bit louder up from the second floor's hallway.

A black creature quickly emerged from the room from the second floor, its ears and nose twitching as it heard its master's whistle. She went down the stairs and into the living room. This cute creature is one of the biggest species of its kind, and it had black fur and long ears.

Momo gasped. "A rabbit! It's soooo cuteeee!"

The giant rabbit then hopped on to Axelle's lap.

"Hey, girl! Are you hungry? Who's the cutest rabbit? Yes, it is you!" He cooed whilst rubbing her fur, with the rabbit brushing her head into her master's stomach.

"She's so big! What breed of rabbit is this, darling?" Momo asked.

"Momo, meet Blazar. She's a Flemish Giant." Axelle says elatedly, caressing the fur of his beloved pet. "She weighs 18 pounds. She's so heavy, haha! But I love her so much!"

"Blazar? That's an epic name for a rabbit like her." Momo complimented, noticing the rabbit licking its own front feet.

He discusses the reasoning behind the name. "Yeah. I named her after that thing in space called an 'active galactic nucleus' or something like that, and blazars apparently belong to that kind. I barely have any knowledge about those types of stuff, just thought it would be cool to name her after it."

He then feeds a strawberry to Blazar as a treat. The doe nibbled on the fruit, leaving no speck or remnant behind, and even eating the leaves.

(doe = a female rabbit)

"Can I pet her?" Momo looked at the rabbit, then at Axelle.

The Brit nodded, allowing Momo to pet the big creature. Luckily, Flemish Giants enjoy interacting with people, so Momo was able to pet Blazar's soft head and fur.

"She's so fluffy. You take care of her really well." Momo gently let go of the rabbit, before the latter hopped off of Axelle's lap to sit in her little bed near the sofa.

"I really love that girl. She was my companion when I was in third year." Axelle explains. "Anyway, I should give a proper tour of my house."

"I would love that, darling. Please do show me what you have in store."

Axelle extended his hand out to his girlfriend and the latter eagerly accepted the gesture. The couple began to stroll around the house, with the Brit showcasing every space, nook and cranny that they can see around the property.

Firstly, he led Momo to the back of the house where the pool could be seen. It was incredible, especially that it is encased in an open space to see views of Seoul, but also protected with a ceiling in case it rains. There's even a couch a few meters beside the pool, if one just wants to look at the glistening water.

Axelle then led Momo to the kitchen on the second floor, which also functions as the dining area. Featuring wide windows and a big stove that has mechanical functions, activated with the push of a button, Axelle's kitchen provides a space where eventually, he could have a good time cooking with Momo or even just enjoying each other's company.

As they went through the other spaces and rooms, Momo took in the knowledge and insights she had gained from discovering her boyfriend's own little oasis. She was still fascinated with the structure and the features of everything that was displayed in front of her, but that fascination only amped up because she had Axelle beside her. His class and simplicity was something that she admired so much, and she wanted to make more memories with him in this place.

2:00 pm

At this hour, Momo and Axelle couldn't play the waiting game any longer, so they made out in the bedroom. Momo and Axelle's erotic noises filled the room, with their hands travelling around each other's bodies.

The Brit gently grazed his woman's lower lip, and the idol reciprocated it back, doing the same thing to him, and then eventually moving on to the actual kiss.

"Momo..."

"Axelle..."

The two of them continued kissing, then increasing the intensity of pleasure by cupping each other's cheeks while swirling their tongues. One of the things that made the pair continue with this act was their bodies becoming feverish. Though not scientifically proven to be an aphrodisiac, the aroma of lavender released by the diffuser lingering around the room, had combined with the other intoxicating air, which helped their love and lust grow even stronger.

Being the more dominant one yet again, Momo then pushes Axelle into the bed, making out with him on top for a few seconds more, until the idol removes her own top clothes, again, braless, like the last time. She reclined downward in order for the Brit to have closer access to her titties.

Once he does, he begins to suckle on one of them, whilst kneading the other, playing with the nipple. He did this alternatively.

"I love how you take care of my titties, darling." She moaned. "Please... play with them all you want..."

The Brit kept up with this act for a couple seconds, having been addicted to breasts, as it is his favorite body part from his darling. He then proceeds to flip himself over, orienting himself on top of her...

"Gotcha. My turn."

...and then leaning into her neck to kiss and lick it, whilst grabbing the back of her head.

"あら... You sneaky boy." Momo moaned yet again. "But I'm the one who is queen in your bed."

(あら ara = oh)

Following that, she flips herself on top of him, seemingly like a wrestling bear. Momo did not want to lose to a boy like Axelle, so to stop him from taking over this little session, the idol began to brush her tongue from his chest, making little stops by giving a peck, then doing the same process until she reached his nipple.

Axelle gasped, remembering how Momo played with his nipples that day on the roof terrace. "Shit, not again...!"

Momo was true to her thoughts, and she reached her fingers on the left nipple to rub it while playing with the other with her mouth.

"Dammit..." He blushed, hissing in pleasure. "Why are you always one step ahead of me. You're so bad, Momo..."

Momo continued to perform nipple play on Axelle. She didn't hesitate to reach for his erection as well, rubbing her delicate fingers over his boxers, her mouth still intact and playing with his right nipple.

A few seconds passed again and she pulled away from his nipple, turning his attention to his hard erection. The idol removed his shorts and underwear, throwing it on the floor. She bit her lip upon the sight of his cock, and then held the shaft before moaning out:

"Ffffuck... oh fuck, Axelle. I want your cock. I want it. Mine. ALL MINE. "

She stuck her tongue out for a moment, producing a gob of dripping saliva to lubricate her man's cock. With the aforementioned body part now being wet with her spit, she began to stroke from the base then up the shaft, then repeat.

Momo kept eye contact with him as she shifted into the next step, licking the pre-cum off the tip as she continued to stroke the shaft. Axelle's tip was so sensitive that he could not help but cover his blushing face with his whole hand, which was deemed impossible to do.

"Momo! It's... Aghhh!!" He groaned. "Fuck, it's too sensitive! Momo, please!"

"Mhm. Keep on begging, boy. I'm going to suck you dry until I am satisfied."

Staying true to her thoughts once again, Momo tucked her hair behind her ear for a second before shoving her mouth into his cock, with the tongue settling on the underside of his shaft. She then began to move her head up and down, making slurping and moaning noises.

She would even cock her head sideways as she kept on bobbing her mouth up and down his cock, and not only were there slurping and moaning noises, but she also gagged in order for the saliva to ooze out. She then repeats the same process, unashamedly swallowing the whole of his length, still locking eyes with her darling.

"Momo... please." Axelle moaned.

She pulled away to relax her throat for a bit, and kept on stroking his cock hastily. "Have you been taking cigarettes again, Axelle? Be honest with me."

"No... I haven't. Since the first day you sucked me off."

Momo giggled. "ベリベリグッド! You're such a good boy∼ Now I can get to taste your sweet, sweet cum. Let it out for me, now."

(ベリベリグッド! = Very very good! In katakana)

"Woman, it's not that easy to bust a nut..." He closed his eyes and scrunched his face as he still felt Momo's hand stroking his cock.

"Then I'll keep on blowing you until you fucking cum for me."

She pulled her mouth out of him as she thought for herself, whilst her hand stayed intact and stroked the skin of his penis.

"So he isn't cumming for me, huh? This boy has great endurance indeed. Maybe if I take it a bit farther... he might. Hehehe. I should make him fuck me. I want to feel him inside of me. I will show my darling that I can make him mine."

The idol turned back to Axelle, letting go of his cock. "Hey. Do you have condoms?" She asked suggestively.

"Wait a minute. Don't tell me we're going to—"

She put a finger on his lips. "Yes. We are going. To do. IT. If you cannot cum through my blowjob, then I'll order you to fuck me."

She leaned forward again for a sloppy kiss that lasted a couple of seconds, with Axelle even savoring the taste of his own cock from Momo's mouth. She then pulled away from the kiss slowly, leaving a string of saliva hanging on to both of their tongues.

"Now, boy. Get yourself a condom. It's time."

"Okay..."

Following his girlfriend's command, with a thumping heart, Axelle then crawls on the bed reaching for the drawer beside it, pulling out a condom. Momo chuckled once more, because of the flavor.

"You really do have an obsession for strawberries. You're so cute, darling." Momo bit her fingernail, admiring her boyfriend with alluring eyes. "Let me help you with that."

The idol grabbed the condom away from him and tore the wrapper open with her teeth. She places the tip of the thing onto the head of Axelle's penis, and then unrolls it down the shaft all the way to the base. Now, the Brit's organ is all wrapped in this crimson-coloured, flavored rubber, which made Momo so excited, considering that she was eager to fuck her boyfriend in his very own bed, in his very own house.

After removing every piece of fabric in her upper body, yet again, she took the lead, pushing her boyfriend down the bed, as she began to go on top of his waist while holding his cock, rubbing the tip against her clit. Both Momo and Axelle let out hot, erotic breaths as the former did her act.

"Fair warning... this is my first time, Momo. but shouldn't I go on top of you instead?" Axelle asked, tilting his head sideways.

"No. For now, I will go on top of you. I will make you fuck me so hard, my little Axelle." She declared, a woman true to her word. "Again, I will make you mine. ALL MINE."

Using the swollen head of his wrapped-in-rubber cock, Momo finds the opening of her pussy, which was already dripping wet. Once she did, she moved her own body downwards his waist, feeling her walls being stretched by her darling's length.

"Aaahhh! Ohhhh! Unhhhhh! Ahhhhahhh!" Momo began to groan, her body trembling in intense ecstasy. "Fuck! It's so fucking big, Axelle! Yessss... I want this..."

"Guhhhhn... Ahhhhh! Nnnnhhh!" Axelle groaned out as well.

Momo has successfully inserted herself on Axelle. Hissing, huffing and puffing, she smilingly bit her lip, looking at her man's drunk, twitching eyes. "You're feeling it now aren't you...?" Momo chuckled. "I'm glad to be your first time, Axie∼ Thank you for the golden opportunity, darling. I can finally, FINALLY get you to fuck me REAL hard..."

The main event begins, as Momo bounces up and down on his cock, feeling the whole of its length inside her. Her juicy boobs were jiggling, the face was already red, and almost about to drip with sweat. She also closed her eyes, opening it but with the little disadvantage of them twitching because of the intense pleasure she felt. However, all of this mattered in the end. She wanted to fuck Axelle and make that mark on him. To make him stay. To make him hers.

If there was one thing that each of them took away from each other, it was their own modesty and chastity. Momo already had prior experience, because she had been touching herself way before she met Axelle, but then again, she is still getting used to an actual penis.

Axelle was also feeling his girlfriend's dominance over him as she continued to bounce up and down, hearing her mewl. With having lesser work to do in this position, he just stayed intact, lying down on the bed, all while scrunching his face, letting out huffs from his dry lips.

After a while, he noticed Momo getting a bit tired from all the bouncing considering that she put all of her weight on her bent knees. "Momo, hold still. Let me..."

As if his instinct was telling him a message, he slowly thrusted on her up and down, moving his waist while Momo was still assuming the squat position. He vocalized grunts and breaths, putting all of his weight on his hips in order for him to give Momo the proper sexual treatment that she deserves.

"Axelle." She muttered in a much cuter voice. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Axelle, please."

The couple assumed this position for a couple of minutes more, alternately doing the work in order for them to enjoy their sex, and slowly building it up, especially in the case of Axelle where he does the thrusting much faster.

They haven't even orgasmed yet. Of course, they want to enjoy the sex much longer. The Brit felt that he wanted Momo to rest, so he flipped her over on the bed to make her lie on her back, with him now assuming the top position. Her legs are placed beside Axelle's shins.

"Now would you let me do the work?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, smirking.

She sighed, grinning. "Fine. I'll allow it. Take care of me well, my darling."

The Brit guided his condom-wrapped cock into the idol's clit, rubbing the head against it teasingly. Momo moaned and breathed heavily in response to this act, but it only got louder... as he inserted his organ into her hole.

But to be certain that Axelle is actually engaged in this activity, before he begins thrusting her, Momo asked him, "Wait, Axelle. Before anything else... Are you enjoying this?"

He reclined forward, remaining in his current position. "I don't mean to be poetic, but you tempted me into this first. I can't back down on this anymore, nor do I wish to do so." Axelle declared. "If this means making me yours, then so be it. I gladly and officially welcome everything, your desires and fears, your wants and your needs. And I also wish to become yours. For keeps."

His declaration of love made Momo's heart swell with affection. She couldn't move at the moment because his penis is still inside her and not thrusting yet. However, his words made her cherish this serenely intimate moment with him, realizing and hoping that their bond will grow much stronger, not by the sex alone, but by the way he uses his words and gives her that assurance.

"Thank you so much, Axelle. It means so much to me, you know that?" Momo chuckled. "Now you can go ahead and... fuck me all you want."

He proceeded with the other part of the main event, pulling his cock out and then pushing it again inside her, pleasuring his girlfriend intensely. Momo let out moans, occasionally biting her lip because the arousal was overwhelming her whole body and mind. Axelle closed one eye, and then leaned into her neck to press his lips and tongue against her skin, heightening the pleasure.

From their regular position, Momo wraps her leg around Axelle's back, allowing the latter to deepen the penetration. Their skins are now much closer, an electric feeling surging through each of them as the Brit continues to buck his penis inside his idol girlfriend.

He then gives a sloppy kiss, twirling his tongue against hers, all while making whining sounds, which lasted for a few seconds before pulling away. Axelle's dry lips have become wet with the combined mixture of his and Momo's spit, which he eventually licked off.

To keep the sex more enjoyable, Momo switches back to being the top, straddling on top of her man, resting her knees on the bed, facing Axelle, who is lying on his back again with his knees bent a little. The idol leaned forward a bit, allowing them to have more skinship:

Their bodies resting against each other, Momo wrapping her arms around his neck, and Axelle grabbing her firm, kneadable ass.

With that, Momo begins to grind her hips on top of Axelle's pelvis. His hands were massaging her bouncing ass as well.

He would then later buck his condom-covered cock up her pussy, while Momo remained in her top position, just like last time.

"Fuck, Axelle, you're so good at this already!" Momo huffed, her hot and erratic breath being felt by the Brit's face.

"It seems..." The Brit hissed. "I'm close. So close, darling...! I-I'm about to cum, Momo!"

"Hold it in for me, baby!" She nibbled on his lower lip before saying, "I'm about to cum too! Let's cum together, my darling!"

The Brit and the idol kept on fucking, whilst kissing sloppily, which muffled their noises of arousal. Axelle did not stop pounding Momo, using the strength of his hips, and he isn't planning to...

...until a few moments later, finally, the couple reached cloud nine. Momo let out a satisfying, erotic groan as she clung on to Axelle, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she felt the intense high jolting throughout every corner of her skin.

A grunt came out of the Brit's mouth as he exploded, feeling the same electric feeling as his girlfriend. Every drop of semen filled up the tip of his condom, which made the man clench his eyes, and his blush reddening deeper.

Following the orgasm, Axelle affectionately interlocked Momo's hand with his and kissed her softly, in contrast to the previous sloppy kisses. Love and care permeated every aspect of it.

It was something more fervent.

More passionate.

Something deeper than even mere lust cannot suffice.

An hour has passed. The afternoon sun rays passed through the windows of Axelle's bedroom. The couple took a bath after exerting all that movement, and afterward, bringing out the Valentine's gifts that Momo gave to her darling two hours earlier.

The woman, who was wearing a bathrobe, sat on her man's lap on the edge of the bed. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding the strawberry plushie in one hand, while on the other, a Nutella-dipped strawberry that he offered with sensuality. As an accompaniment to the fruits, there is also a side of Nutella and a dollop of fluffy whipped cream.

"Try this one. It has Nutella on." Axelle says. Momo then opens her mouth, chewing on the chocolate spread-infused strawberry.

"Mmm! It is good, eh?" After swallowing, Momo gives a little peck on Axelle's lips, to which the latter responded with a soft smile.

"You're cute when you eat strawberries." He feeds himself a strawberry dipped in whipped cream.

"Shut up, boy. It's you who's cuter." Momo retorted.

"No, you!"

"Nah-ah! You!"

Axelle playfully stuck his tongue out at Momo, a cringey but also somewhat cute response to her insistence. In return, the idol raised her clenched fist in a threateningly cute manner.

In the end, their little argument/banter on who is cuter would cease for a while, continuing their own little moment of feeding each other some strawberries and the Kitkats on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, Momo."

"Mhm?"

"Thank you." Axelle smiled.

"For what, Axelle?" Momo caressed his cheek.

"For being here, darling. Aside from the gifts of course." He nestled his head on her shoulder, giving pecks on her cheek. "I actually thought you wouldn't be coming today for Valentine's."

"I was almost about to give up on these gifts because I didn't know where your house was." Momo answered honestly. "I'm glad you spotted me back at the bank. I guess fate really brings us together in such circumstances where we don't expect it."

"You still should've told me you were coming, though!"

"Axelle, it was a surprise! I mean, that's the point, right? Not telling you at all?" Momo softly rebuts. "But then again, I didn't even know where you live. That was my mistake..."

He took hold of her chin, making her face him and then planted another peck. "You know what? How about let's not argue about that? What's important is that you're here and we are spending our Valentine's together."

"You know what, too?" She lightly taps his cheek. "I definitely agree with that. I have no schedule for later until tomorrow, so I could be able to do this..."

The idol stood up and then pushed Axelle into the bed, mischievously smiling. She then leaned down into his neck to suck and nibble on its skin. A gasp escaped from the Brit's lips, not expecting this gesture. He indeed felt a faint pain, which is not even as painful as a bee sting, but wasn't planning to stop Momo. Weirdly enough, he liked how the idol was grazing and sucking on the skin fervently, given that Momo was indirectly marking her territory.

After a few seconds, Momo drew her teeth and lips away, , leaving a love bite on his neck. He gently touched it with his fingers, locking eyes with his girlfriend.

"You're mine."

Axelle chuckled. "You don't have to say it all the time, Momo."

She looked at him with her signature big, beautiful eyes with a hint of darkness, declaring, "I'll say it even a hundred times if it means I get to have you for myself."

The young man didn't even have to speak further to even say anything about her declaration of love. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Momo's waist, closing his eyes to feel the admiration and boldness that she possesses. Not once, he had met someone like her. Someone that isn't afraid to be her true self around her darling. This was a wholesome moment for the both of them, and Axelle hoped that, some day, some month, some year...

He will get to feel more of Momo's love.

"Happy Valentine, Momo."

"Happy Valentine, Axelle."

5:00 pm

Incheon Int'l Airport

"여행객 여러분, 인천국제공항을 선택해 주셔서 감사합니다. 안전여행 하시고 한국에서 즐거운 시간 보내시기 바랍니다. 앞으로도 다시 서비스를 제공할 수 있기를 기대합니다."

("Dear travelers, thank you for choosing Incheon International Airport. We wish you safe travels and enjoy your time in South Korea. We look forward to serving you again in the future.")

Incheon International Airport. Since Seoul, the capital city, does not have an established airport, planes take off and land here. Reports from around the globe have stated that it is one the best airports in the world, considering their quality services, welcoming air crew and advanced accommodations and facilities.

It is currently packed with travelers and visitors to and fro Korea, and beyond the world. Everyone wanted to see the country, its culture, the sights and the great food that it had to offer.

A certain man had just claimed his baggage and is about to leave the airport, having taken an 11-hour flight from the United Kingdom. He was actually born and raised here, and was happy to be back in his home country. But besides that... he is here for an important mission.

"Ahhh..." He breathed in and out, feeling the fresh Korean air. "I'm back, 한국. Sadly, I'm on a very important mission for today. Vacations can wait."

(한국 Hangug/Hanguk = Korea)

From his coat, he takes out what seems to be a very important file, a crucial item for this task. He then begins to speak for himself, as he walks out the door of the airport.

"The flights from Heathrow had to be cancelled, so I was delayed for 28 days, goddammit. Now that I'm here... I can do the task that that Filipino 아줌마 entrusted me to do. By the way... She's super hot. And super dangerous."

(아줌마 ajumma = middle-aged woman)

He then unfolds the file that had a picture attached on the upper left corner.

"Now, she trusts me to take care of her 22-year-old son... Lucky she isn't here to reprimand me again. Why do I have to take care of an adult? What is he, a child?"

He sighed, now focusing on that picture.

"Though, I'm intrigued to see this lad. He interests me. This guy..."

"Axelle Hutchison."

TO BE CONTINUED

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cinnamonm00n · 1 year

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Skate on The Melted Ice

Chuuya x (fem)reader

Chapter I >>> Chapter II

The Skater Gangs

Reader P. O. V

"Oi Y/N! Move those sexy legs, girl!"

This rings through the ice rink. Bouncing through the empty space to my ears.

I don't even need to raise my head to know who it is.

"Same for you Yosano! How's your toe loop going?" I yell back.

Yosano throws a bag next to me. "Better than your Axel sweetie~" she grins, taking a seat beside me.

As I strengthen the knot on my skate's laces, I roll my eyes at her antics.

Despite my pseudoannoyed behaviour, I adore this girl! The air already felt more friendly and relaxed with her presence around.

Clacking of ice skates continues to cut through our silence as Yosano began to tie her skates.

"Where are rest?" I ask when I got off the bench to stretch.

"I don't know. I saw Kunikida talking to the president before I came in here, but that's it" she matches her movements to mine as she gets to stretching with me.

"By the way you still owe me 500 yen Nick/N~ Dazai didn't show up yesterday!"

Suddenly the void of my penniless pocket wallows around me in agrivating black depth.

I try to avoid making it bigger:

"Alright... Tell you what then... If he doesn't show up today I give you double, but if he does you give me the money and bragging rights!"

Yosano's eyebrow flies upwards.

"You really have money to spare? You know he won't show up~" she laid her elbows back on the edge of the rink waiting for me to finish stretching.

"Maybe today I'll get lucky... "

We enter the rink, Yosano begins to slide around, her gloved hands painting elegance in her small movements.

All that was missing was her well known dark music and costume to accompany her shillouet and her nickname "The Angel of Death" would be justified.

I watch her move and on their own my legs slide on the ice. Glazing around the bumpy surface, cold brezze pulling my face into a smile the faster I go.

Skates scraping across the ice was the sole sound kepping Yosano and me company . Letting the frost in the air float around us peaceful, until a heated crash of...

"DAZAI!"

I turn around to the source of the commotion only to see Dazai booking it to the rink gate, smoothly transition from running on land to gliding onto the ice, his half tied laces flying behind him.

"What the..." I whisper as I watch him crouch while sliding to tie one of them.

The skin of my eyelids grew tight as my sight widened at his unbashfully skilled movements.

A swift clank of his skate hitting the edge of the rink implied he stopped.

Kunikida, who was wearing only his sneakers, could now only yell at him from the outside of the rink. Followed by a shaken up Atsushi at his heel.

Dazai laughed and stood up. He wiggled his fingers at Kunikida, a theatrical smirk on his face.

I keep an eye on him and his ministartions, smiling.

Yosano, you better pay up!

This type of circus was the usual for us and it would have kept ongoing if president Fukazawa didn't show up.

"Everyone, please gather around!"

His calm voice delivered to us these stern words.

The gate to the rink acted as meeting place so both us on the ice and the ground could gather around him.

"I'm glad to see you all here" he looks at Dazai for a brief moment "I have some important news for you all... "

Our curiosity gets cured as he pulls out a couple of papers.

"The Armed Skating Agency has been qualified to Japan's figure skating championship!"

Happiness brezzes through our eyes and gasps.

The excitement stumbled through our circle in forms of questions and exclamations.

Then a lazy remark from outside of our circle blew it all away.

"Will there be abilities allowed?" came from the seating area.

"Asking for Y/N-chan~"

We turn our heads to see Ranpo licking a lollipop blissfully srechted out on the bleachers.

"That is exactly this competition is so important. They will be allowed this time..."

All our eyes turn from Ranpo back to Fukazawa.

"Wich gives us the amazing oprotunity to improve on all of your programs"

I felt my presence slowing starting to fade...

"We're starting with practicing your improved programs tomorow. No slumping around, we're competing against the Port Skaters in this. I don't think either of you want to lose to them..."

His eyes scan over us all.

"Now back to work! And you Y/N!"

The eager stares bounce over to me.

"You don't have an ability and you still made it in our agency. I want you to shine the brightest in this, prove those who doubted you wrong... "

I nod, stiffening with determination growing inside of me.

All of us get onto the ice, the president leaving us under Kunikida's supervision.

The practice then began.

Third person P. O. V

[The Port skaters]

"Abilities will be allowed this time... This only gives us more advantage"

Mori spoke to a group of skaters, which drank up his every word.

"This means a lot of work to improve on all of you, the Agency is taking part and loss is not an option. Do I make myself clear?"

The skaters form a yes in union.

"Good... Now get to work!"

After his speech Mori turned to a short ginger skater, who was taking his skates out of the bag on a bench near him.

"Do you have a moment Chuuya-kun?"

The skater turned to him, one eyebrow raised.

"I have a suggestion of you... Instead of re-doing your old program... I suggest you skate to a completely new one. Your ability is the best of all we have and we need to use it to it's full extent."

His lips wihtened. Stretched into a smile.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

Chuuya nodded cautiously. He zipped up his bag fully, straightening to face Mori and accept a tiny piece of paper offered to him.

"Your specialized training will start tomorow. Be ready. "

#armed detective agency #bsd fyodor #bsd kunikida #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #port mafia #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #dazaibsd

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Same anon who sent the cockwarming prompts. I thought of another character/prompt for it, and it's been stuck in my head all day. I hope you have fun with it :) (gonna be longer because this can't be contained in one paragraph XD)

Audrey II

You weren't entirely sure why Audrey decided that they were going to take care of you differently than how they usually did, with your lower half in their huge maw and tongue lapping at your bleeding folds for practically the whole week you're on the rag. But you certainly weren't complaining.

Instead, Audrey opted for this; stripping you of your whole attire, not just your bottoms and underwear, and keeping you close and wrapped up in their vines. Not restraining you necessarily. They occasionally gave you a squeeze- especially the vines wound around your breasts and thighs- though it felt more like they were trying to massage you rather than hold you tightly. Or like a tender embrace. All the while, keeping one vine buried deep inside your bleeding cunt. That was the only vine that didn't move. Not even an inch, despite you trying to buck into the plant limb.

This went on for a few minutes, before Audrey finally made a move; by pulling it out of you to suck on the blood and juices that leaked onto the vine. You whined from the empty feeling, though quickly relaxed again when you felt a another, previously unused vine prod at your pussy before filling you up again.

The throaty chuckle your alien lover let out made your thighs try to clench around the limb. You looked up to see the satisfied smirk on their lips, "Don't worry sweet thing, I ain't gonna leave you high and dry~ You just lay right here looking nice and delicious for me, ok baby~?"

Alright, wish me luck with THIS on my mind while I'm at work XD

PERFECT!

Omg, he would take such good care of his poor S/O!~ And he'd love it. Oh my god, the licking up the period blood!?!?!? My godddd, that hit me!! Ahh!! Goodluck at work!! XDD I'm struggling myself here after THIS! XD

Is this an... herbal remedy?? I'm sorry that's really dumb! 😅😅😅

Here's some more for you!

Ursula:

You're laid out against Ursula's body, using her breasts as a pillow, and your eyes closed heavily against your exhaustion. One of Ursula's tentacles pumps languidly, deeply inside of your slippery, bloody cunt at a regular pace that steals away all the pain of your cramps.

Her pudgy little fingers run through your hair constantly, as her greedy, beady eyes watch your flicker in and out of consciousness. You're just so fragile now~ So exposed, so completely hers to control~

Oh, you're such a pretty little thing. Absolutely precious. The least she can do for her poor little sea urchin is make you feel lovely and full when you're in pain~

Sykes:

His fingers stretch you just right, you feel like at the absolute precipice of orgasm every single time tat he curls them in- and he knows it. He loves that he's got such control over you, even just while he's doing paperwork! You are the sweetest little thing...

Lifting his gaze from the tax invoices on his desk in front of him and to the sexy little thing with her legs spread beside them. Without warning, Sykes gives a smirk and slips his bloody fingers free; Leaving you utterly cold and empty. "Ss- Sykes!"

"Hold on just a moment sweetheart, Daddy'll be right back."

"Hmm," You pout, closing your thighs together uncomfortably, watching him rub those two fingers against his thumb- the layer of ick and gore thick all over them, all the way to the bottoms. Then you watch him, eyes wide, as he brings them to his mouth and gives an experimental lick.

Your jaw drops open, but you don't say a word, waiting with baited breath for his thoughtful face to turn into one of complete disgust.

... But he just shrugs, another grin slipping across his mouth as he goes to push his fingers right back into you, filling you once again and making you sigh~ " Not bad, doll. Not bad... "

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ambrossart · 1 year

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Weekly Writing Update (3/5/2023)

Paper Men

Posted a little preview for 27.

I was going to include a Patrick scene as well, but then I realized that's his only scene in the chapter and I was like nope. 😅

I've had some people ask which characters are the main focus of this one. The answer is Henry and Vic; they have the most scenes (or scenes about them).

The last scene is really the only thing giving me a headache right now, so if I can just solve that puzzle, we're good to go!

Also, the last scene might be a little triggering for some, so make sure you review all the posted warnings just in case you're sensitive to anything listed there. I always try to keep it tasteful, but I don't know your personal limits.

I'm hoping to have it finished by the end of the week, but we'll see how the last scene and final edits go. It may need to get pushed a few extra days.

DWM

I'm in the editing stage of "Post Prom - Part II."

It's probably gonna be around 5-6k words again.

I've completely changed the way I'm approaching it. I've stopped trying to make it sexy and have just embraced the natural awkwardness of the situation.

Part 2 is going to have a little sexual content, but that's it. No smut.

If part 2 goes well, I might try writing some. If it doesn't, I'll just write it and keep it to myself. 😂

I'm trying to minimize the number of times I use Y/N because I know a lot of people don't like it (I'm not too fond of it, either, tbh).

I already removed a bunch of them from the main story and all future fics will use it as little as possible.

#and that's the news #writing update #dancing with myself #dwm #paper men #ambrossart

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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sea-dukes-assistant · 1 year

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✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 4, and 2 chapters to existing work

2. Word count posted for the year: LOL I'm not counting that shit.

3. Fandoms I wrote for: British royalty RPF, The Crown

4. Pairings: Prince Philip/myself, sometimes Prince Philip/Queen Elizabeth II

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: The DTF Chronicles, strangely enough

Bookmarks: The obligatory uniform kink piece, with a whole ass 1 bookmark (bless)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): The uniform kink story, because I feel it captures the dynamic he and I have very well. Also it's the very definition of a horny masterpiece in my opinion. It's got feels and great sex while still managing to be well written. As of yet, my best, I think.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): My re-works of The Crown episodes. I started it as a creative exercise but now I just feel silly doing it at all. It's just...a difficult on for me to work with for a variety of reasons.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I don't have many to choose from, to be honest. One that keeps me feeling positive about doing this though is this one: "See this is why I enjoy this story so much. You write out things that are incredibly difficult for me to even contemplate thinking about - and I'm talking honest feels, not sexy-times. I really admire the courage it must take. More than I can say." - @yeet-didnt-start-the-fire

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

This past summer. There was a lot of thinly veiled homophobia and bullying, including degrading this all to a "fetish," and personal investment/disturbing amount of interest in my actual sex life because women deep down can't accept me feeling the way I do about him. Was one thing of many that put me into a depressive state (along with my trauma-versary and my grandmother's death day...on my birthday).

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

It's neither, but this one. First time introducing a man not Sea Duke into it, and I was incredibly nervous with writing/posting what basically was a horny dream I had. I think it ended up being the most explicit I'd written.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

This chapter of Explain Your Bullshit: The Fucking Canon.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I got better at writing the sexytimes!

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I don't know...I may not even write anything.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@yeet-didnt-start-the-fire @betweenfrocksandbooks

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

I wrote a thing to process the Queen's death, but I can't seem to find it in my archive here to link. I didn't post it on AO3.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Nothing new to share, no. Just...write your shit, queen/king.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have lot I'd like to add to. I have a lot I'd like to finish, one of which being a work exploring another slight kink I have with him. There are a few I'd like to start. I expect nothing to happen with any of these, because lately, writing has brought more bullshit than interest.

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rogeriswater · 2 years

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Don’t Leave Me Now

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v change, smoking, drinking, implied smut at the end

~m.r~

My set had come to an end which meant I could sit at the bar and finally have a drink. I sat at my usual place at the bar, and a drink was placed in front of me by Pete, my favorite bartender.

"This my usual, Pete?" I asked, even though I already knew it was.

"Of course, and on the house, as per Lou's deal" Pete added. I always got a free drink after I performed. That's the only fee I asked for of Lou. I always told him I didn't necessarily want to be paid for doing this, but he'll still hand me a stack of money.

Clea strided over and sat down beside me. "I told you so" She said. I rolled my eyes at her. I knew where she was heading with this.

"Can I bum one?" I asked, referring to her carton of cigarettes. She gave me one. I stuck the stick in my mouth and she lit it for me. Billy didn't like it when I smoked, but he wasn't here, so I could.

"I really think you should divorce him" And there it was. Clea brought this time every time Billy pulled a no-show, which was all the time.

"I'm not divorcing the love of my life because he doesn't show up for my shows" I argued.

"He makes promises he can't keep. And when's the last time you guys even had a real date?"

Okay, she got me there. It has been awhile since we had such a romantic night. But, to be fair, he's been busy with work and I've been busy with school.

"Mags, you've only been with one guy your entire life. You need to get out and have some fun. What you need to do is have a fun affair"

"That is off the table, Clea!" I couldn't even think about doing such a thing. I loved Billy so much. I would never do that to him.

"Okay, okay" Clea admitted defeat. She knew there was absolutely no convincing me. "But it wouldn't kill you to flirt a little" She turned her head but I could see her signature smirk. "And here comes the perfect guy"

I turned to see who she was talking about. It was him. The one who I had caught eyes with. Clea muttered something to me that I couldn't quite hear, and then she left.

I turned back around and took a sip of my drink. I felt someone sit beside me and I knew it was him. Perhaps Clea was right. A little flirting wouldn't hurt. It's not like I was going to go home with the guy and fuck him.

I felt his eyes on me. I took a long drag of my cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke before I spoke my first words to him. "I was hoping you'd find me"

~r.w~

I needed to find her. I wasn't going to leave here tonight without talking to her. Luckily, I didn't have to look far. She was at the bar, talking with a brown haired woman. I assumed that was Maggie's friend. I could see her friend say something to her. Then, Maggie looked in my direction. Her eyes caught mine.

Her friend had left her alone. I took this as a cue for my chance. It was when Maggie turned around that I took the seat once occupied by her friend. I watched her intently. There was something incredibly sexy about the way the smoke from her cigarette drew past her lips.

"I was hoping you'd find me" She broke the silence between us. She turned to look at me up close for the first time. Fuck, she was even prettier up close. Her prettiest feature definitely has to be her crystal blue eyes. "I noticed the way you kept staring at me all night"

"A girl as gorgeous as you, it's hard not to" I complimented her. She blushed again. I liked it when she blushed. "I'm Roger. Roger Waters"

"Pleasure to meet you, Roger" Her hand found mine and she shook it. Her hand was soft. I bet she was soft in other places too. "I'm Maggie"

"Do you sing here often?" I asked her. I needed to know so that I could come and see her again.

"Yep. On Fridays and Saturdays" She answered. "Otherwise I'm busy studying"

"What are you in school for?"

"I'm gonna be a lawyer" That took me by surprise. You don't hear about too many women becoming lawyers. I was impressed. "I know, it seems silly, y'know, me being a woman and all..."

"No, no. I think that's great"

~m.r~

I was surprised Roger said that. Usually when I tell people about my passion, I'm judged for it. It was weird. I don't know what it was, but it just felt so natural being around Roger. Even if we have just met each other.

Roger ended up ordering himself a drink. He was making the effort to get to know me so I should do that same. "What about you, Roger? What do you do?"

"I'm in a band" He answered. So, he was a musician. "We just released our first album"

"Well, congratulations"

He gave me that cute and charming smile. "Thank you" We clinked our glasses together and took a sip of our drinks.

I couldn't help but think he was attractive. If I'm being honest, I don't think I've ever seen a man prettier than he was. Not even my own Billy. My eyes couldn't help but traverse every inch of his face. I may have let my eyes linger on his lips longer than I should have.

"Have you ever thought about joining a band?" Roger suddenly asked.

"No. I don't think I could make a full blown career out of singing"

“Why not? You have the voice for it. I've never heard one as beautiful as yours"

That compliment made me get butterflies in my stomach. For the year I've been singing here, no one has ever told me that. Except for Lou and Clea of course.

"That's sweet of you to say. What do you do in your band, Rog? Do you sing?" I asked.

"I play the bass" Roger answered. I should've guessed by those long fingers of his.

I caught a glimpse of the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar. It was nearing one o'clock. Billy had to have beat me home by now. I should get home to him... but yet, I wanted to stay and chat with Roger.

"I have to head home" I regretfully told him.

"Oh" Roger sounded disappointed. Was it weird to say I'm glad he sounded disappointed? "Someone waiting at home for you?"

"A cat named Tubby" That wasn't a total lie. We did have a cat named Tubby. I just didn't want to admit to Roger that I had a husband.

Roger chuckled. "Where did you get the name Tubby from?"

"He's fat and he likes to jump in the bathtub"

Roger laughed again. I liked his laugh. "How far do you live from here? I could walk you home if you'd like"

I bit my lip as I thought about his offer. "It's about a twenty minute walk"

"That's just more time I get with you"

Maggie, calm down. You're a married woman. Yes, Roger is a very attractive man, but you can't be feeling attracted to him like this.

"Alright" I decided. "You can walk me home" It sure was a good thing Billy had the car tonight and that Clea picked me up. I made sure that I had all my things with me before leaving the club with Roger.

~r.w~

I quite enjoyed the walk with Maggie. I enjoyed talking with her. We got to know each other quite well. It turns out we had a lot in common. Like the fact that we both lost our fathers at a young age due to the war.

We came to a stop in front of a building. I'm assuming this was where Maggie's flat was. I wasn't ready to leave her yet. "So, this is me" She said.

"Want me to walk up with you?" I offered in hopes of prolonging my night with her. Maybe she'd invite me in. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities of what the two of us could do.

"I'll be fine, but thanks for offering" Maggie smiled. She reached into her purse and pulled something out of it. I recognized the item as a serviette. "I wrote my number on this just before we left"

I took the serviette from her, purposefully letting my fingers brush against hers. "Thank you. I hope you know I'll be calling you first thing in the morning"

Maggie laughed. I couldn't help but notice the way her nose crinkled when she did. It was cute. "And I'll be waiting by the phone"

I found it so very tempting to kiss her right then and there. I could just lean down and press my lips to hers. But, that could wait. I planned on seeing her again. And I hope she did too.

"Goodnight sunshine" I decided to call her. It suited her.

"And goodnight to you, pumpkin" I don't know what made her call me pumpkin, but I didn't mind it. So long as only she called me that. Just like only I could call her sunshine.

She retreated into the building. When the door closed behind her, I turned around and leaned against it. I smiled to myself.

Maggie Robinson, what a woman you are.

~m.r~

I finally reached my flat. It wasn't very big. Billy and I both agreed that it would do for the two of us plus the cat until we decided to start a family, but that clearly wasn't happening any time soon. Even though it has been six years.

"Honey?" He emerged from the kitchen area. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. It was his way of saying sorry. I smiled when I saw them. "For me?"

"There was a flower shop still open on my way home. I saw these and I thought of you because of how lovely they are" Billy sweet talked me. Another way he apologizes.

"Oh, I love them, honey!" I pressed the flowers against my nose and took a big sniff. "I'm gonna go put these in a vase"

I began my search for vase. As I looked, Billy began to apologize. "I ended up staying later than I intended to at work again. I know I promised I'd come see you tonight..."

"Why did you insist on working Saturdays anyways?" I couldn't help the upset tone that came out of my mouth. "It seems I only get to see you on Sundays now. And evenings if I'm lucky"

I ended up finding a vase for the flowers. I put them in along with some fresh water. I felt Billy's arms wrap around me from behind. Then, I felt a kiss on my neck. "I know, and that'll change soon, I promise. Because of the extra hours I'm putting in, we'll be able to afford an actual house soon"

"Does that mean you're ready for a family?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, that, and the fact that we've lived here six years and it still looks like we're packed like we've just moved in"

Billy wasn't wrong about that. I looked around the sorry excuse we had for a flat. Mum is the one who got it for us soon after we got married. We didn't like it that much but we didn't have much of a choice. Maybe that's why we put such little effort into making it look homely. Things were still boxed up, and we didn't have much furniture. Hell, in our bedroom, all we had was a mattress on the floor.

I turned around so that I was facing Billy. I dipped his face in my hands. "Just promise you'll try to take one Saturday off a month? And then we can have a real date"

Billy gave me that smile that I fell in love with on that very first day of high school. "I promise, my lovely" He then kissed me. "It's not too late for us to have some fun before bed, is it?"

I bit my lip as I started unbuttoning his shirt. "Never" I only got three buttons undone before he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #dlmn #maggie robinson #my oc

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briinstardust · 3 years

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Yeah so I did the thing lmao 😅

faewithfangs is now briinstardust

sooooo yeah. I did it. lmao. youbriatsix > faewithfangs > briinstardust

ya bitch has exactly 0 chill. but my blog isn’t titled Welcome to the No Chill zone for nothing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also I’m gonna start tracking #briinstardust so feel free to tag me in stuff!

New url same #Trashscreaming™ we always do here

tagging some beloved mutuals 💘💘💘

@sopheliza25 @from-nova @fyeahbuddie @tarlosbuddie @matan4il @buddie-brettsey @bvckleydiaz @ineedapuppyandsomevodka @tulipsfrom-medusa @ellelans @firefighter-diaz @ashavahishta @oneawkwardcookie @doesntgetdrunk @siriuslyjamie @loveyourownsmiilee @dance-is-life27 @justsmilestuffhappens @deluweil @nevvah @unsaid-emilie

#bri.personal #briinstardust #the ii is really sexy so i'm keeping it #If i didn't tag you it's bc I didn't wanna annoy you i feel comf annoying some of y'all lmao #I still love everyone tho!#new name same bitch #new url same trash #youbriatsix #faewithfangs #same mystical trash tbh stars and stardust are mystical so yeah #Trashscreaming is all we do here

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keravnous · 2 years

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when you see my face, hope it gives you hell; rodrick heffley x you (smut, minors dni)

if u saw me post this earlier today no u didn't

read pt. II here | read pt. III here | read pt. IV here

word count: 6,9k

Rodrick and you have a history of hating and constantly picking fights with each other. With him being the total opposite of your collected, well-dressed and hard-working self the two of you usually end up at each others throats. That is, until your friend decides to drag you to one of his infamous parties.

all characters are 18+, she/her pronouns, (sorta?) enemies to lovers, explicit, consent is sexy kids, vaginal, oral (female receiving bc rod's a feminist icon), undernegotiated kinks: name calling, rodrick's a little rough, light spanking, he's hitting it raw (use condoms kids, please)

this one's for you, v.

pov: you're at rodrick's party - the PLAYLIST

"I'm not going!", you're throwing your locker door shut, a few middle schoolers jumping at the loud noise, a few heads turning your way.

Your best friend is leaning against her locker, rolling her eyes. "Dude, you're acting up, really. It's just a party."

"That I won't attend", your phone buzzes in your bag and you dig your hand deep into it, thankful for the interruption of the discussion that'd been going on all noon, fumbling for it between discarded notes, books and pens.

"It'd be soo boring, all on my own. He won't even notice you're there, there are no invitations-"

"If his parties are soo boring, why drag me there then?", you raise your eyebrows in annoyed manner, feeling your phone buzzing away underneath your planner.

"Because you could use to loosen up a little!", she blurts out and looks at you. You raise your head, eyes meeting her's. She looks shocked.

"Sorry, I- I didn't mean anything by it. You're just studying so much and, and, an-"

"And?"

"And you just gotta come! It's gonna be the party of the decade, we'll remember it when we're old and grey and living in a retirement centre. And I won't spend my time there remembering a high school party all by myself, just because my best friend didn't care to fucking attend." For a split second you think about it. Oh, glorified high school memories, you could really use more of them. While others were going out on the weekends you mostly stayed at home, just occasionally joining in. You were afraid of failing classes and it really started to affect your social life.

Your phone rips you out of your thoughts, pulls you back to earth and into the reeking halls of Crossland High.

"I really don't care", you mumble absent-mindly, more to convince yourself than her, really. No matter if you actually wanted to go, he wouldn't want you there and you had better things to do than fighting with Rodrick fucking Heffley on a saturday night, after already having endured him all week. Finally seeing a blueish light at the bottom of your bag you close your hand around your phone.

"Practically the whole year's invited, so-" You see the caller's id: it's your younger brother.

"Yeah, what is it?", you ask as you answer the call. You're supposed to pick him up from soccer practice later, right after your last class. The bell riiings and you follow your friend through the busy halls to your class room while she chats away.

"Y/N? Soccer practice's cancelled", you can hear birds chirping on the other side.

"And what", you're squeezing yourself through the stream of students, trying to keep up with your friend, "Am I supposed to do about it?" The laughter and occasional screaming of younger student's surrounding you is too loud and muffles the noise coming out of your phone's speaker.

"Can - pick - me - house?"

"Text me the address!", you yell into your phone and manage to hang up before nearly dropping it after a little boy knocks your arm away, trying his hardest not to drown in a wave of hollering students.

Your pale 70s Fleetwood Cadi comes to a halt in front of a tidy and average looking suburban home. Your first impression is being supported by the equally average and family-friendly looking SUV that is parked infront of the garage.

12 Surrey Street.

You sigh. It's been a long day and homework's piling up. No one told you how horrible the last year of high school would be, how much effort you'd need to put into studying and just how much emotional stress college applications would add to the mix.

You turn the engine off and swing yourself out of your grandpa's old car, hurrying across the street and the sidewalk. There are some kids playing with chalk a few houses down the street and their laughter fills your ears. You're tired and you want to rest, fatigue enhancend by the warm evening sun shining down on your tired limbs. Its orange hue makes the autumn leaves and colourful houses glow. It's pretty but you don't wanna stay for too long, hoping that your brother is ready to go.

Without paying much attention, your finger finds the doorbell and you only notice the name above it after you rang. Heffley.

No no no.

You take a step back to check the address again, eyes aimlessly roaming the street.

No no no.

There are audible steps behind the door and you pray it's not him. Maybe, hopefully, there's another Heffley family living in Plainview.

No no no please God, no.

The door opens.

It's not him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Y/N", a friendly looking woman, glasses deep on her nose, opens the door and you release an audible breath. She smiles wider, a little more confused this time.

"Yes, pleasure to meet you", you smile back and reach out to shake hands and she looks content again, "I am here to pick up my brother."

"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you!" - Wait, what? - " I am Susan." She shakes your hand again and her forceful friendliness nearly makes you wanna puke.

You hear even more footsteps, faster this time and two boys scoot around the corner of the hallway. It's your brother and what you assume is his new friend.

"Gregory, no running in the house!", Mrs Heffley says with the most authority she seems to muster and the one who's not your brother stops dead in his tracks, "I am afraid it's time the two of you say goodbye for now."

You sigh. Your brother looks far from ready, he's not even wearing his shoes. He looks at you and makes a disappointed face. You just shrug and surpress a yawn.

"Hurry up, buddy", you hear yourself say in a mechanically friendly voice, the tone directed more at Susan than your little brother, "Pack up, Mom's waiting."

He nods and runs up the stairs, Greg following behind him.

"Boys", Susan turns around and smiles a warm and proud Mom-smile, like she has all the patience in the world. You nod and smile. There's nothing more you can do anyways. You don't know shit about kids.

But your parents raised you well and you know a thing or two about being charming and participating in smalltalk. You think it may be time to put that to good use.

"Is Gregory your only child?", you ask, a little voice in the back of your head pushing you. You gotta know, anxiety still thickly thrumming in the back of your head, making you a little dizzy.

"Oh no, no. He has a little brother, Manny, but he is at my mother's place today", she smiles even wider. The younger one is probably her favourite son, even though parents always are quick to claim that favoritism doesn't exist. "And then there's-"

Her eyes scoot away from you, down the street and you hear the squeaking wheels of the white van before you even fully turned around to see it. Your skin turns ice cold and then hot.

Oh no.

"My eldest son, Rodrick. Aren't you in the same year?"

You don't answer. Can't answer, as his van comes to a halt, only seconds away from crashing into your inherited car. You're fuming at his carelessness, but with Susan practically sitting in your neck there's not much you can do.

He throws the door shut and takes a few steps on the gravel towards the house, looking at his phone before he looks up. Your gazes lock.

"What are you doing here?", he spits, surprise dwelling thickly in his voice.

Shut up, Heffley, you don't gotta know. "Picking up my brother", you answer, clenching you teeth.

"Didn't know he was still stuck in Kindergarten", he comes closer.

"Rodrick! Please-", Susan puts on her most scolding tone, but neither of you could care less.

"Why? Missed him there today?", you spit back and he comes to a halt a few steps away. His eyebrows raise a little and there's something sparkling in his eyes but it's gone as quick as it appeared.

You can see, by the way the corner of his lips tilt up, that he's -

"I'm ready, Y/N", you hear a voice behind Susan and Rodrick swallows his comeback. Odd.

You glare at him for another second, only for good measure, not because you're a little too caught up by his stare boring into your eyes.

"Alright buddy, let's go", you say and Susan lets him pass and then there's noise inside the house and she retreats, but not without shooting Rodrick a warning look.

You take your brother's bag and take a few steps down the gravel path before turning back around, only to find Rodrick still looking at you.

"And Heffley?", you hear yourself say, voice raised confidently. You know it's childish, but you just gotta.

He cocks an eyebrow. Motherfucker.

"Go, wash yourself!"

It wasn't your greatest roast, you have to admit that. Your hand clenches around the steering wheel in an attempt to not smack you across the face. Deep Purple sings away on your car's radio, while your brother, arms crossed, looks out of the window.

You don't really remember how it all started, the bickering, the insults, the constant fighting to the degree that not only the students, but also the teachers noticed. The only thing you remember is what was, at least for you, the last straw.

Your brother huffs and you look over. You only now realize that he's pouting and you're quick on knowing who to put the blame for your inattention on. Damn you, Heffley.

"Are you okay?", you ask, sounding ruder than anticipated.

"That was so cringe."

You blink, eyes back on the road. One second passes, and another.

"What?", you blurt out.

"You and Greg's brother", he looks at you like you're a little slow, "Cringe." He even spells it.

You stutter a bit out of confusion, before catching up. "Don't say that", you blurt out, sounding a little offended.

"Say what?"

"Cringe", your upper lip curls, "This is not tiktok, weeb."

You look at each other and then laughter fills the air.

"I'm sorry, really. Didn't mean to make a fool out of you", you shrug and he does, too.

You pull up at the red light.

"You didn't make a fool out of me", he says and sounds like a child again, eventhough he's been fourteen since march, "Just out of yourself."

You turn your head to look at him, shake your head in disbelieve. He nods.

"Hey, buddy. I know that wasn't my greatest -"

Now it's his turn to shake his head and there's something ghosting over his expression. Amusement.

"Greg told me that you're all he talks about - his brother, that is. At diner, at breakfast. What you're doing, what you wore, what you said to him."

Your jaw drops.

"What?", you blurt out.

"Yeah, he probably just complains about it, tho", your brother shrugs, watching the light turning from red to yellow and back to green. There's static noise filling your ears and you feel your heartbeat picking up.

That caught you off guard, but the way your body reacts is even more concerning to you. Your fingertips tingle, your blood pumps through your veins. Suddendly, it's a little too warm in the car, with the windows rolled down and the cool autumn breeze rolling in.

Someone behind you honks and it catapults you back to earth, back into the small town's busy traffic and your body jerks. You press down on the gas, speeding the remaining way home.

On June 6th 1944 the allied invasion-

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, the white of your laptop's screen drilling into your retinas. You really need to finish the assignment, but you can't focus no matter how hard you try. Something's clouding up your mind, keeping your thoughts away from Operation Neptune. It's been like that for days, since you picked your brother up on monday.

You're all he talks about.

Out of spite? Or because he -

You open a new tab and type quicker than your brain can decide against it. It's stupid, but you can't come up with a better solution. Talking to someone about this is totally off limits. Eventually you find what you're looking for.

10 Signs a guy may be into you!

You click on the link and your phone buzzes on you table. You don't even give it a look, just pick up the incoming call while scrolling.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Y/N, it's me", it's your best friend and you silently sigh in relief, hearing her voice has a calming effect on you, "I just wanted to apologize."

"For what?", you mumble, currently preoccupied with One: He will follow you on social media!.

"For, y'know, sorta trying to force you to Rodrick's party. If you don't wanna go that's fine."

You smile, while you render numbers three, four and five useless. Maybe you were wrong, maybe your brother got Greg wrong or Greg got it all mixed up. "No need to apologize, really."

"I just felt so horrible-"

Six: He's a tease

He constantly rips on you — in a jokey, not necessarily mean manner — it’s a sure sign that he’s hoping you’ll be teasing him right back in the near future.

You stare blankly at the words on your monitor.

"Y/N? Are you still there?"

It got worse a few weeks before Heather Hills' sixteenth birthday party.

It was impossible to ignore the way he went after her. It didn't hurt you, or at least that was what you're trying to convince yourself of. Maybe, around that time you were crushing, nothing big, just a small, little early high school crush.

But it annoyed you. It annoyed you how he didn't seem to recognize that she just wasn't interested.

And maybe that was what had hurt you. That he didn't realize that you were there all along, that he wouldn't have to bend over backwards to date someone. Thus, you picked a fight whenever you could, trying to expose every little mistake he made. That's when the name calling started, if you were to recall correctly.

That had been two years and one loveless boyfriend to fill the void ago. And you thought you'd left all of that behind, only engaging in roasting him from time to time.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here."

"Like, are you okay?", she sounds concerned, "You don't sound well."

"I, well-", you swallow.

Loosen up a little.

You're all he talks about.

"I- I changed my mind. When's the party again?"

You regret your decision approximately half an hour after arriving at the party.

At first, it's better than you expected, really. The music's blasting, the front door's opened and familiar faces are lingering all around the front yard, drinking, laughing and smoking something that smells suspiciously like pot. Your friend spots her boyfriend, who's sharing a blunt with someone from his art class and because you're really trying to loosen up a little you take a hit or two. It's a nice mellow high, that makes you all giggly.

"I'm gonna get us something to drink, y'all wait here", her boyfriend announces and thus, he and your friend vanish into the house. You just stay outside, a little dumbfounded at first, with some kid from art class you know nothing about. But he turns out to be quite easy to be around and quite focused to get into college as well, and thus you chat away for a few minutes while he talks about applying at the Amsterdam University of Arts after the upcoming christmas break. He's nice and friendly, but your conversation turns shallow very quickly and you realize that you're probably too sober for this. It doesn't take long for you to notice that your friend hasn't returned with the promised drinks yet.

"I'm just gonna-", you interrupt him rambling about the symbolism of postmodern art and gesture towards the house, suddendly feeling very alone and left out, "Be right back."

You don't wait for an answer and head towards the stairs. There are some people from your history class and you throw a few friendly Hello's and What are you doing here's at each other before entering the thicket of early 2010s rock music, weed and alcohol. The lights are low, the music is blasting and there are people literally everywhere. You realize that he must've indeed invited the whole year and that the whole year decided to show up.

There are students on the stairs, dancing, chatting, drinking, squeezing through the hallway, that you remember being significantly less crowded a few days prior, coming from one room or enterning another. There's a group of jocks making their way into, what you assume is the living room, one of them holding a lampshade. You blink in confusion and, not knowing where to look for your friend and her boyfriend first, you decide to follow the jocks into the living room, jumping into the keel water they leave behind in the mass of students crowding the house.

It's where the music is the loudest and you spot one of Rodrick's friends, you think his name's Chris, managing the aux cord, surrounded by some seemingly very drunk girls. You roll your eyes at the sight, feeling lightweighted from the pot as you make your way through the dancing crowd. With having no orientation in the house you let yourself being pushed and pulled by the crowd, left and right, body crashing into others. The song ends and another starts playing and you find yourself rather enjoying the Nelly Furtado song, dancing along as someone bumps into you. It's a girl from your english class and she seems to be shit-faced drunk, so can't really judge if she's actually happy to see you or if it's just the alcohol taking over, but she grabs your hand in a friendly manner and you're too high to care.

"I didn't think you'd come, that's so cool!", she smiles brightly but it's too loud and thus, thinking she's offering you something to drink, you just nod and take the cup from her other hand, downing the thick, sweet liquid in two strong gulps. It burns a little in your throat and you cough but she laughs and so do you.

In hindsight that's the moment you will regret in a few more minutes, but right now you're just feeling oddly alive, like the people in those tacky movies seem to always feel like when they party and you find yourself rather enjoying the unfamiliar feeling.

It takes another two songs until you find yourself feeling slightly drunk and singing along the lines with your class mate. The dancing, lack of fresh oxygen in the room and the pot and alcohol pulsing through your veins, mixed with the colourful lights in the dark of the room, make your head spin. You feel light and actually enjoying yourself being a little careless and you hear your friend's voice ringing in your ears ("You finally loosend up!"), as a firm grip closes around your upper arm.

You laugh, suddendly remembering why you went inside in the first place, girlish giggles errupting from your throat. Thinking it's her you turn around in a whirl.

"There you a-", you holler, only to be greeted by someone who doesn't exactly look like your best friend.

The person is so not your friend.

Fuck.

"Fuck!", Rodrick yells back and you make a face, "What are you doing here?"

"What?", you furrow your brows, pointing at your ears, signaling that you can't fucking hear him in the mess that is his party. You can't recall for how long you've been dancing with What's her name but suddendly snapping out of it, it occurs to you that the whole gathering seems a little out of control. You knew that he was a fucking e-boy weirdo, but pulling a whole Project X seems a little much, even for him.

He rolls his eyes at you, leaning forward. He smells of alcohol, weed and tabacco and you want to punch him.

"What are you doing here?", he repeats but you just shake your head, trying to escape his iron hold.

But his hand on your arm tightens and suddendly you're being pulled forward, as he takes you with him. You're leaving the living room the way you came in, but this time he takes you up the flight of stairs. He's angry, or at least you assume he is, by the sheer force he uses to pull you with him. Your body connects with a few elbows and you mutter a few slurred excuses, until you reach another set of stairs. It's a lot quieter here, no people (except someone who looks like they passed out in an armchair) and the music doesn't seem to shatter your eardrums anymore. There's a little light coming from the top of the stairs.

You blink, before angrily shaking off his hand around your arm.

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Easy, Missy, watch your language", he scolds, running a hand through his hair, "What are y'doing here?"

"Drinking", you hold up your empty cup and he rolls his eyes.

"Seriously. What the fuck are you doing here, you're not even invited."

"No one is", you hit him back, tone dry.

He clicks his tongue at that, helplessly looking around.

"Why do you bother, Heffley?", you slur a little, "Afraid I might ruin your game with pretty little Heather Hills?"

He looks at you for a moment and you realize that you might've gone too far. But then he laughs.

You never heard him laugh before, never heard his real genuine laughter, apart from his cackling when he insults you. The sound takes you off guard. It's not bad, quite endearing actually, with the way his lips curl and fine lines appear at the corner of his eyes.

You decide to blame it on the alcohol, but you can't help to notice that he's real pretty up close. Especially when he laughs.

You stare at him, blankly and blinking multiple times.

"My god, Y/N", he shakes his head and takes a sip from his beer.

"What's so funny?", you spit.

"Nothing. Just you being as stupid as I thought you were."

You huff out an offended laugh. "Excuse me? Who are you to talk, huh?"

"Dunno", he slurs, wiping a droplet of beer from his mouth with the back of his hand - disgusting, "At least I am not jumping to idiotic assumptions."

"Oh, aren't you just great, Rodrick? Aren't you just so high and mighty? My god, what would earth do without your intellect? Oh, oh! Wait! I know! We wouldn't have to look at your crusty ass trying to fuck girls that are waaay out of your league!" You clap your hands in an ironic matter, like you just solved an intense riddle.

"D'you really think I'm crusty?"

You blink. "Yeah. No. I mean-"

He mimics your stutter, pulling a face at you. You click your tongue and roll your eyes.

"I mean maybe you are, I really don't wanna know. And I don't even have to, because what I do already know is that you're the most unsuccessful eboy-fuckboy conglomerate to ever walk earth."

Rodrick looks at you, aimlessly waving around his bottle, liquid dancing around in it while he nods. "That one - I don't know. You maybe wanna try that again."

"Why?"

"Why?", he mimics you again and you try to hit him on his arm, but he dodges your hand, catches it with his own, "Because that was just la-zy."

"I said-"

"Yeah, I know what you said, princess. Don't bother me again with it, please." And that, that's just unfair. You stare at him, mouth agape and cheeks turning red underneath your make-up and, because your life's just gotta be like that, something in his brain seems to click.

He makes a pouty face and leans down to you, his smell wavering around you and you can see how his eyeliner's all smudged. "Oooh", he sing-songs, "You like that, don't you?"

You shake your head. This feels like sobering up, only that it's worse than actually sobering up. Even though he likes to act like he isn't, Roderick's somewhat smart and he seems to connect the dots pretty quickly. He laughs, it's the cackle, the snickering laughter again. His eyes sparkle with mischief. Oh, you're so fucked.

"Holy shit, little Miss Perfect actually isn't that innocent, huh?", you really want so smack the grin off of his face, but he holds your strong hand in an even stronger, iron grip.

"Shut up."

He snickers again. "Oh, I can't fucking wait to call you that in the hallway. Oh, or in class!", he barks out a laugh and the sound, deep and dark and it makes you hot all over. You hope it's just rage building up.

"It's not what you think it is", you press out between gritted teeth.

"Yeah, no, it is exactly like I think it is", he comes even closer and your noses are mere inches apart.

He smirks and you feel your knees going weak. You know what he's going to say, but when it reaches your ears it still knocks the air out of your lungs.

"Princess", he whispers in a rasp, voice low and tongue gliding over his incisors.

You inhale sharply and his eyes flicker down to your parting lips.

"Fuck you", you whisper weakly and you hear him laugh quietly, buzz at the the way it gets stuck in his throat.

"Jesus, you're so fucking annoying, Y/N", he murmurs, locking gazes with you again.

There are cheers erupting from the living room downstairs and you're pretty sure they are playing early 2000s pop music now, but you can't bring yourself to care. His eyes are so so dark and they pull you in, his hand oddly warm around your wrist.

"I hate you", you say quietly, "I hate you so much, Rodrick." It's more to remind yourself of it than to convince him, really. He immediately catches on.

"Doubt it", he rapid fires back.

"You better believe it."

"You're giving me quite a hard time at that."

You swallow, his gaze locks with your throat, glides back up. There's a long pause between the two of you and then -

"You wanna fuck?"

You blink dumbfounded. Once, twice and a third time as your body betrays you and you fucking nod.

At that, he slowly starts pushing you backwards and the small of your back hits the handrail of the stairs.

"Need you to say it", Rodrick murmurs, eyes trained on your lips, like he has a really hard time pulling himself together, "Wanna hear you say it, princess."

Your mouth runs dry and your loins catch fire. You swallow as his lips ghost over yours.

"Yeah", you breathe out, "Yeah, fuck, I want to."

They lock and he tastes of cheap cigarettes and beer and weed and you lean into it and backwards just the same, into the arm that sneaks around your waist. Rodrick's lips are soft and gentle, while being in a heated rush to get the most of you. He's a surprisingly good kisser and the little voice in the back of your head nags at the question Why?, but you can't bring yourself to care.

He pushes you up the stairs, lips pressed onto yours, wandering down your neck and leaving a trail of warm kisses there, teeth plucking at the soft skin.

"'S gonna be real good, gonna make it real good for ya", he drawls and your breath hitches, right as you reach the top step. He parts from you for a second to climb it as well, before his hands are on you again. You recognize the attic as what it most likely is: his room. It's a little messy, warm wood and band posters everywhere, one lonely floor lamp trying its best to illuminate the dark room. It's surprisingly cozy.

His fingertips sneak under the soft fabric of your favourite top and they are warm and your skin tingles as they make contact. He gently guides you backward, until the back of your knees touch his mattress and you let yourself sink into its soft fabric, as he climbs on top of you.

"Shit", you hear him huff while he hovers over you, looking at you from heavy lidded eyes. Rodrick's hands push your top up and wander underneath it, gripping your waist and feeling you up. His touch is warm and firm and as your gazes lock once more, like he's looking for confirmation. And then he's suddendly fierce with it, too. He quickly pulls the top over your head and his lips meet your throat again, sucking and nibbling at the warm skin while he's grinding down on you. Your blood pulses underneath his lips and he groans as you bury your fingers in his dark hair, gasping for air.

One of his hands snake around your back and making quick work of your bra, carelessly discarding it into the mess of his room, while his lips follow quickly, closing in around your left nipple.

His hands graze up your body, thumbs caressing your stomach, ribs and then one reaches out, closes in around your right breast, gently squeezing it before running a thumb over your nipple. You breathe out, one hand resting on his neck, the other still buried in his hair. His teeth bite down gently, his thumb and forefinger rolling the other nipple between them.

You moan quietly, a little shy even, while your legs spread around him, your body giving in and giving him more space. His crotch grinds down against yours and you can feel his hard dick pressing against you. It makes you flush.

"Wanna fucking taste you", he murmurs, tongue toying with your hardened nipple, leaving a tingle deep down in your stomach, that wanders down down down and between your legs. His words make your head swim.

"Please", you whisper and he grins against your warm skin, hand snaking back down your body while his lips close around your right nipple, giving it the same treatment.

He lets go off it with an obsence pop, as his hand reaches your trousers, opening them quickly and placing one hand against your crotch. You know you're wet already and you know that he'll feel it, too. Rodrick's gaze meets yours and his eyes are dark with lust as he rubs the palm of your hand over your dampened panties.

"You beg so prettily, huh", he hums and you groan, rubbing yourself against his hand.

"A-always for you", you choke out before you can stop yourself, while his fingers pull your panties to the side, circling your entrance.

Your hips buck and you groan at the cold touch, nearly whine as he pulls them away again. The mattress creaaaks as he moves onto his knees, patting your hips. "Up", he commands and you follow, only for him to pull down both, your pants and underwear in one swift motion, before taking his own shirt off. It starts to dawn on you, that you may have underestimated him and it makes your blood tingle with excitement.

His thumb rubs over your pubic bone, where dark hair's dusted all over your skin and wanders down, rubbing just right above your clit, the motion pulling it's hood back and forth.

"Shit, Rodrick, please", your voice is buried deep in your throat and goosebumps start to raise all over your naked body, while he positions himself between your legs, propping your tailbone up on one of his knees, your legs dangling uselessly at his sides.

Two of his fingers sneak up your vagina, parting its lips carefully, while his thumb wanders down, slowly rubbing large circles over your clit. He watches your pussy growing wetter for a moment, until he bows his head down, forcing your gaze to keep it locked with his.

Spit dribbles down his lips and onto your clit, making you moan at both, the sensation and the view. He spits once more, his saliva running down your lips and pooling at your hole, while he scoots back a little and licks over you clit, spreading his slick.

"Shit", you curse, feeling your abdomen tighten, warmth spreading in you loins. Rodrick's hands wander to you thighs, gripping them and guiding your hips back onto the matress. His mouth follows the movements, tongue toying with your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. It's far from enough, but it feels so so so good.

"Feels good?", you hear him ask and you nod feverishly, hand darting out, catching his wrist. His gaze shoots up and he grins at you. Smug bastard.

"Gonna have you moaning like a whore for me", he whispers and you wonder if he's shy about the fantasy that hides behind it. Your eyelids flutter and your head lolls back a little bit, before you hear your pressed voice, surpressing a moan, ushring out: "Have fun trying, Heffley."

It spurrs him on and has him delving deeper into your folds, tongue licking, swiping and circling your clit, wandering along your folds and lips and only to see you squirm beneath him.

It's wonderful and you find yourself encouraging him, and at some wicked, cursed point one of his hands lets go of your thighs, fingers lacing into yours.

"My god", you groan and your fingers clench around his bedding, the other hand tugging at his, squeezing it, "Shit."

He chuckles and slowly letting go of your other leg, one finger teasing your hole before carefully pushing in. You whine and push towards him. Rodrick starts fucking into you with his finger, curling its digits along your spongy and warm walls and pushing liquid out of and back into you, slowly but steadily prepping you for him, before sliding in a second finger. He stills for a moment, before slowly spreading them apart, making you moan. Your body shudders.

"'S all good", Rodrick murmurs against your folds, his tongue licking a fat and wet stripe over them, all the way down to your clenching hole, "You're doing great, good girl."

You whine and nod and you hear him chuckle, slowly pushing another, third finger into you. His tongue swipes over your clit, before wrapping his lips around it once more, sucking. You close your eyes and roll your hips, as he nestles his digits deep into you. You can feel yourself tightening around them and loose control, as it suddendly feels like you're trying to pushing them out. You gasp for air as wetness floads your folds and he groans against them.

A whiny Rodrick leaves your mouth and your eyes snap open in disappointment as his lips part from pussy, huffing out a silent fuck.

"Atta girl. Been waiting for so long", he hums quietly, "Gonna fuck your pretty brains out." His thumbs grazes over your clit and your hips buck as you watch how he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, again. It's not beer this time, but your glistening juices and he grins at you.

You throw your head back and arch into his touch, wanting more, any sort of friction but his strong grip closes around your thigh and holds your legs open, parted for him. Rodrick's thumb graces over your fingers, that are intertwined with his.

"You're on the pill, right?", he asks, lips buried on the soft flesh of your thighs. You can feel the remaining wetness that your squirting left on his lips and chin smearing across your skin.

"Uh-huh", is all that leaves your mouth, eyelids fluttering.

"C'mon, princess. You can do better than that", he tsks.

"Y-yes", you breathe out and his touch leaves your body. You want to complain, straightening your back a little to take a look at what's taking him so long, but you can already hear his belt buckle clink and the ziiip of his jeans and as your gaze finally meets his form, he's pulling himself out of his boxers. Your mouth waters and you try to scramble on your knees but he's quicker - pushes you back down so forecfully your tits bounce with the impact of your body hitting the mattress, hand on your hips.

"Shh, calm down angel. You're really hungry for it, huh?", Rodrick grins his signature smile at you, but it's rather soft and maybe even a little fond, "Such a little slut. Gonna give it to you in a minute, girl. You'll be alright."

He gets rid of his boxers and wraps one hand around himself, slooowly jerking himself, looking down at your spread form on his bed, chest heaving and flushed. The head of his cock is already a little wet and he takes his thumb, smears the precum all over it, grinning at the way your eyes follow his movements.

"Need you", you stretch your hand out aimlessly and to your genuine surprise, he takes it.

"Got you", he whispers as you spread your legs, one hand around his dick, pushing it into you slowly. His head spreads you delightfully and you hum as he pushes further, deeper, coming to a halt as he's fully sheathed by you.

"Fuck, you feel so good", his hand squeezes yours and you mewl as he starts so pull back, thrusting deep into you. He watches the way he vanishes into your tight hole, his pubic hair already slightly dampened by your wetness.

Your mouth falls agape and you watch the muscles in his stomach clench as he starts to pick up a quicker pace.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the air and mingles sweetly with you high pitched moans and his deep grunting, your name falling off his lips occassionally. His pace turned quick and ruthless after only a few deep thrusts but it's just not enough, you feel so full but something's missing.

"Wait, wait", you pant and your hand lands on his shoulder with a loud slap and he still momentarily.

"Yeah? You good, shit you good? Did I hurt you?", his cheeks are flushed and sorrow lines his eyes.

You are quick to shake your head. "No, no", you squirm beneath him, cheeks flushing as with what you're about to say, "I need more."

His brows furrow for a quick moment before the corners of his lips tilt upwards. "Shit, nasty little slut", his hand grazes over your body once more, between your breasts, over your stomach and abdomen, before hooking around your thigh, slowly pulling out of you. He lets go off your hand and helps you onto your knees, gently kneading the flesh of your ass.

"Fuck, you're so pretty", he sighs as he pushes back into you, until the head of his dick pushes flush against your cervix.

"Fuck, yes that's it", you huff out and hear him chuckle deeply behind you.

Rodrick, abandoning his former pace, starts to slowly fuck you, taking his time and thrusting deeply. You stretch out beneath him, with one of his hands on your hip, fingers digging into his pillow. It feels marvelous, how he hits you spongy walls, the way it makes your muscles clench around him.

He carefully starts to build up his pace again, keen on making this last as long as possible. But you have other plans and start pushing back against him, in an effort to coax him into a faster rhythm.

He grunts and suddendly there's something making sharp contact with your ass, skin stinging slightly. You can't hold back the moan that bubbles over your lips at that, quickly turning into a high whine, as you press back into him.

"Yeah, shit", he laughs out of breath, "Thought you'd like that."

The grip on your hip tightens as his control comes loose and he ruts into you, hand coming down on your ass a couple more times, until you're a moaning mess underneath him, squirming and clenching around him.

"Fuck, gonna cum", he groans and his thrusts turn more sloppy, hand reaching to your front, a sole finger rubbing your clit. It doesn't take much more than that to get your overstimulated nerves to give in and you cum, heavily clenching around his dick. It sends him over, too and he nearly collapses on top of you. Your legs shake as he pulls out of you and you feel his cum leaking out of your hole. Slowly, you collapse down onto his mattress, but you couldn't care less as your eyes fall shut and you roll on your side, facing the stairs. You're exhausted and the noises from downstairs only faintly reach your ears. Everything feels and sounds far far away.

As you slowly fade back to reality you realize that the party downstairs is still a rager and relief washes over your blissed out state. You're glad no one seemed to had noticed.

The mattress dips next to you and then there's an arm around your waist.

"Still hate me?", you hear his coarse voice whisper into your neck, cold nose nuzzling against your warm, sweaty skin.

You yawn, totally fucked out, but with a warm, fuzzy feeling tingling in your stomach. You'll both would have to get dressed soon, to head back down, but you'll need a couple more minutes.

"Yeah", you mutter but he only laughs at that.

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