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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Freak On The Cam! - C.K.

Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgírl! reader, spítting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vírginity (Choso’s), oral (fem receiving), exhíbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cúmplay, use of “ma’am”, Sukuna is a menace, víbrators, light jealousy (Choso’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.5k

A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also I’ve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.

“Wanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?”

Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.

All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna.

In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because “that’s where all the juicy stuff is”), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.

Damnit, he knew he shouldn’t have made his password Yuji’s birthday.

“Ya should be thankful I didn’t DM her myself, brat.” Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. “What’s the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, n’ you look like you need some good pu-”

“She’s also my classmate.”

“Kinky. Even better.”

No, not “even better”. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too.

It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.

Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.

And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that he’d found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - he’d also propositioned you. Like some creep.

“Ugh. This is why women hate you.” Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. “B-besides, she’s never even gonna respond any-”

Ping!

And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You.

“Let’s make one ;)”

---

“So s’not a stream this time, jus’ a video. Is that okay?” You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

Weird.

It had only been a few days of back and forth since you’d gotten that first text - the one that you’d honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.

It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account?

You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. You’d just guessed he was afraid of you or something.

So nothing could’ve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings?

Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.

But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got.

“You’re not held at gunpoint, y’know.” you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. “Are you sure you want-”

“Yes.”

It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. “I mean- Yes.”

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off.

But so irresistible just the same.

“Well…Cho.” you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. “Then why won’t you even look at me?”

Alas, Choso was not a strong man.

Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, he’s finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion.

Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor.

This was absolute torture.

And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. “Much better. And now…”

His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice.

And you know you’ve got him in the palm of your hand.

“...all you gotta do is touch me.”

Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasn’t ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how he’s imagined all those lonely nights.

“You- huh?” he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now.

But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hair’s breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, “Do you not want to?”

And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips.

“-idiot trying to set me up and I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but I’m just-” Heat rushes to Choso’s cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But it’s too late - the damage has been done.

You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. “Just what?”

His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. “I’m a-” Choking out - as if it physically hurts to admit - “-virgin.”

Oh.

Now, you might’ve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you don’t mind. Not one bit.

With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. “Do you want me to…do something about it?”

And then it’s like something snapped.

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Choso’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - how could you not?

Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected he’d be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation.

No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before he’s pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.

You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Choso’s mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted.

Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hair’s breadth away from your lips.

“Cho~ Open your mouth, baby.” you whisper, hotly.

And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks he’ll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.

You just can’t help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice.

“Bet no one else has done this before, huh?” Grinning at how sinfully Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, “Kiss me proper now.”

God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And it’s all that’s said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again.

“No. No one’s hah- done that before. Only you.” he’s panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. “F-fuck only you. Only you only you-”

You barely even realize the way you’re on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.

“Cho, do you want me to-”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You certainly don’t have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, you’re so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.

You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, “You alright?” And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasn’t currently battling for his life, that is.

“Yeah, s’jus’- what I wanted hah- was to…” His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. “-taste her. ”

“Oh?”

“Are y’gonna teach me how?”

Oh. Fuck.

You know you’re fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Only moments later, Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other.

You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit.

“Teach me- fuck fuck-” words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Use me. Use me how you want.”

You’re threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. “Quirk your tongue like- ngh-” Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. “Fuck-”

“Like this?”

“Sh-shit,” you gasp, nodding deliriously. “S’too ngh- good.”

And by God, did you mean it.

“Yeah? Y’like this?” he’s groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. “Can feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?”

Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-

“Oh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-”

Ah, found it.

Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till they’re at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were.

“Shit, baby,” his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. “You’re drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.”

You don’t have to look. Because you can feel it.

Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-

“Oh my god, think m’hooked.” Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. “Think your pretty lil’ pussy’s hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-”

And it’s so embarrassing how he’s talking you through it, grinning at every lil’ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Choso’s cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy.

So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-

“Faster.”

He goes faster.

“H-harder.”

He goes harder.

Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.

“Can you ngh- cum f’me, baby?” You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. “Cum f’me please. Wan’ to taste y’on my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.”

You’re so caught up in Choso’s pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when you’re cumming. Just that you’re letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.

And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.

He tells you that, of course. As soon as you’re blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices.

“Baby, y’think the video of lesson one came out good?”

Oh. Shit, what have you done?

---

That certainly wasn’t the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.

A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of “Cho <3”. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you.

So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm.

But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Choso’s pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadn’t ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.

In spite of all that, you’d still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your “hot emo bf” was.

Comments you’d pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadn’t made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more.

For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?

Such a loser the way you’ve already lost count of the “lessons” but still haven’t gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet.

“S’alright if I take this, right, ma’am?” He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. “S’alright if I-” And he can’t even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“You’re so filthy, Cho-” you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. “Was the innocent thing just an act?”

“Nope.” he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. “But we gotta give ‘em a good show, huh?”

Right, you’d forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-

Intensity setting 2.

“You’re so mean, too.”

“Am I?” he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. “I think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?”

God, he was addictive.

Choso’s having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and it’s all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both?

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“God, you’re so perfect. Shit, so messy f’me.” he groans, and you could tell that the video wasn’t going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Choso’s fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. “Almost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.”

“Maybe I want to, too.” you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings you’ve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish he’d take off that snug shirt.

Intensity setting 3.

“That so?”

And no matter how many times Choso’s ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they weren’t enough to capture your perfection.

“Such a slut f’me, baby.” To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. “Y’always this dirty?” Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door.

“Yo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?”

Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone.

Intensity setting 4.

As the silence continues, so does Choso’s abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.

“Cho-” you fight to get out the words. “He’s hah-.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Can’t speak? That’s cute.” he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldn’t remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. “C’mon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.”

Cocky bastard.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Close!” you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. “So close.”

God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.

“Mhm,” he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. “I know, ma’am.”

Intensity setting 5.

That’s all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Choso’s name. Or, you would’ve - if it hadn’t been for the way he’s shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.

Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didn’t mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.

“Shhhhhh.” he’s breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today won’t be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. “These pretty moans aren’t for him, hm?”

Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy you’re being right now.

“Mhm, all f’me. All for fuckin’ me.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Why the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?” Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. “Come out n’ get this takeout- what’s left of it anyways.”

And with that, it’s like the magic is over.

Your high only just bating before Choso’s hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing.

Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of “sending the recording later”, and “s’alright, he’ll be gone soon.”

Close. You were so close.

A win-win situation - but you’ve never felt like more of a loser.

---

“By God, I never thought he’d get the balls to do it.”

You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Choso’s (your?) keys. He’d given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Choso’s front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. “I knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.”

Shit. Sukuna.

Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.

“Spill.” At your confused head tilt, he plows on. “Spill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lil’ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?”

You don’t know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word.

“I-It’s because of you.” you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you. Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. “You’re the reason we have this weird…thing.”

A beat of silence passes. One. Two.

And just as you’re beginning to wonder whether you’ve broken Choso’s infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like he’d just heard the funniest punchline in the world.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. “Damn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckin’? I thought it’d get that sap blocked so he’d stop stalking your account so much.”

“No, we…” you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that you’re divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy you’re fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. “...we’re just doing stuff for-” putting up air quotes. “-content.”

“Just content?”

“Just content.”

“And you like that fool?”

Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, “...Yes.”

This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. “Ohh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.” Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, “See ya around, doll.”

“Wait!” you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to like- I don’t know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?”

Scoffing, “Who said I was a good uncle?” He leans in ever-so-slightly, “Jus’ rock his world on camera or somethin’ n’ ask him out right in the middle.” Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, “He’d listen to whatever you say anyway.”

Oh. Is that so?

And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but it’s something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukuna’s slightly panicked, “Jus’ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.”

---

You didn’t listen to Sukuna’s little plea, of course. Because only a few days later you’d steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully.

You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time we’re gonna be live ;)

Cho <3: :0

And with that, you’d thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?

Nothing could’ve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all.

He might’ve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that he’d always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles.

Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead.

Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy.

Until now, that is.

slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.

uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter?????

itsgenslut: idfc just fuck

“Nervous?” you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. “You look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-” snaking your hand down, “-this is still the same as ever.”

You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack.

“B-baby-” he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. “I wan- hah-”

“Mhm?”

And God how you’ve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.

Because he’s angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. “Spit.”

It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, “God, I need to f-fucking ruin you.”

And if there’s anything you’ve learned after all these months with Choso, it’s that anything he says - he does.

The words have barely left his mouth before he’s pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy.

It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already.

“Cho-” you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. “S-stop teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am. But first-” shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. “Gotta show off how wet y’are f’me.”

uniwhore: did he just call her “ma’am”?? Me when??

roses101: idk who i wanna be they’re both so fucking hot ugh

“Fuck, y’look so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?”

Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game.

“Cho~” fumbling with the hem of his underwear, “You’ve been holding out on me.”

A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Choso’s boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum.

He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?

“S’this a-alright?” and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.

You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. “S’perfect.”

“God- fuck, baby. Oh-” Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. “Too- much-”

Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Choso’s flipping the both of you over.

“M’sorry.” he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. “M’sorry m’sorry, fuck- just can’t-” fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. “Can’t wait can’t wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-”

You felt too good. Too perfect around him.

“Ah! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-” you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.

Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, “S’too big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.” Pressing all the way into your lungs. “How do you wan’ it- how do you wan’ me?”

Honestly, Choso didn’t even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you.

“R-ruin?” his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? You’re speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will.

Because then he’s fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. “You feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?”

“Hngh-” you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. “Feels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?”

Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didn’t cum right then and there.

Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time

22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.

DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser

Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Choso’s unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter.

“Ya think you could fuck her better?” it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. “I’m the one that got her so messy like this.” Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-

“Fuck!” you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. “Cho oh my god- I can’t hah- ngh-”

The cold metal of Choso’s rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.

You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-

“Fuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Don’t hah- run away from me.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t- need this. Need this so ba- shit.”

And he sounded so genuinely worried he’d lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body.

slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.

DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. i’d make her cum so much harder.

Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadn’t passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.

Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, “No one’s ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.” And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but.

So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you?

Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit.

“Cho-” you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Cum?” he breathes, as if he couldn’t believe it. And fuck if you weren’t the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didn’t know what was. “Fucking cum. Please please- hah- f’me. Cum on m’cock n’ make them jealous. F’me- Like you’re mine.”

You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again.

“Ngh- m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Not even realizing the way you’re dragging your nails down Choso’s sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you.

Loved it in fact- the way he loved you.

Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows he’s fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But it’s the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.

Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-

“Love you- love you love you love you-” he’s muttering into the skin, unbarred. “Since I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.”

His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs. So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all.

Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.

“S’everything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.”

And he knows he’s won.

urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.

uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls

DaStrongest: invite me next time <3

“Thought you were embarrassed.” he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. “Thought you didn’t stream w’me cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this f’so long. So long-”

Oh?

“Hey, Cho.” your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera.

“Mhm?”

“Wanna film a week’s worth of ‘movies’ in advance?”

---

Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.

You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.

Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies??

You: Since now, on a date. You probably can’t relate.

Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu n’ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lil’ camgirl anyway.

Haha

Right?

You: *girlfriend

Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?

You: Girlfriend.

Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKIN’ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??

A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3| PART 4

Behind Closed Doors 4

Your frustration over his broken promise melts away as soon as he calls, and you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to his voice, more than you anticipated.

Warnings: (18+, MDNI) Phone sex, mutual (and guided) masturbation, dirty talk ~4.7k words

A/n: this is just me wishing he was on quinn😔 anyway enjoy part 4, this mini series is not dead (i don’t even know how long it will be but let’s just celebrate that I’m finally updating)

All men do is lie, you thought as you flopped onto your bed.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault—but you weren’t in the mood to be reasonable. You remembered that car ride vividly. He had promised you more time together, a moment to finally be alone. Instead, what did you get? A new case, then another, and amidst all the chaos and dodging bullets (literally and metaphorically), you two somehow managed to drift apart.

The past few weeks had been the busiest since you started working at the BAU, and that was saying a lot, considering there was never really a moment of peace when you worked for the government. But this time was different, it seemed even more chaotic than usual. Every time you thought of bringing up the conversation with him—or maybe sneak in a little make-out session—something urgent would come up.

There was never the right time, or the right moment. It felt as if the universe had other plans for you, and none of them involved the two of you getting a moment alone. And before you knew it, you were caught in this maddening cycle of missed opportunities, and the worst thing was, you were sexually frustrated.

This time, you had no one else to blame but him. Ever since he came into the picture, your carefully maintained self-control had started to slip, and now, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore the growing need between your legs. It was aching, throbbing, and even the thought of him was making you hot and restless.

How did he manage to do that? He wasn’t even trying. There was nothing overtly seductive in the way he moved or spoke, and yet every glance, every accidental touch, seemed to affect you. Spencer. Just his name made your breath hitch, your body betraying you. You weren’t proud to admit this, but the mere thought of his fingers brushing your skin had you feeling that first rush of arousal slipping into your panties.

You huffed, considering digging out your pink silicone toy hidden somewhere in your drawer. And while you were contemplating this, knowing it had been a while since you last used it because nothing could compare to the feeling of his touch now, your phone on the bedside table rang.

Maybe the universe was really testing you, because his name flashed across the screen and it took a lot of self-control for you not to pick up on the first ring and demand him to fuck you right there and then, which sounded too crass when you weren’t in the middle of straddling his lap like the last time. So instead, you decided to wait until the sixth ring before you answered with a curt, “Hey.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “You’re mad at me.”

Could he tell? Of course, he could. He always had an uncanny ability to read you, even over the phone. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“I can almost see you rolling your eyes.”

“I never roll my eyes,” you shot back.

“You rolled your eyes last week when Luke tried to tell us that his dog could sniff out bodies better than our trained ones.”

You suppressed a smile, surprised that he even noticed you giving Luke a once-over at that particular moment. “That was because his dog chases its tail more than it chases leads.”

"And I'm not worthy of an eye roll?"

“Honestly, you deserve more than an eye roll,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

"So you are mad,” he stated, growing quiet for a while. “I’m sorry.”

And now you felt bad. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clear your thoughts. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel any less better.”

You felt a pang of guilt as you stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly fair to blame him. Serial killers, unfortunately, didn’t come with a schedule, and now Spencer was already on his leave. You recalled the excitement in his voice when he told you about the seminars Emily had arranged for him to teach. He had spoken with an enthusiasm you hadn’t heard in a long time, his eyes practically lighting up every time he mentioned it.

How could you be upset about that?

"I'm not... mad.”

There was a slight teasing note in his voice as he replied, "Just annoyed then?"

You held back a smile. "Maybe a little."

“Anything I can do to help with that?” His voice softened through the phone. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Your thoughts immediately went to the sticky situation between your legs, and you felt a flush of embarrassment. Technically, he could help with that. But could you say that? Should you?

"I don’t know, depends on what you have in mind,” you replied, trying to steer your mind away from the direction it was heading. There was a pause, a silence that hung in the air as he carefully considered his next words.

"I could… start by telling you how much I miss you?”

Now that, you didn’t expect. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. Spencer had never really acknowledged his feelings with words when his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it out loud made the emotions between you feel undeniably real. It was as if his words shattered whatever platonic friendship the two of you had built over the past years.

Although you knew your friendship had fundamentally changed the moment he had you pinned on the desk that fine afternoon, it didn’t stop you from questioning about where you truly stood.

"You miss the idea of me," you corrected him, unable to resist yourself.

“You know that’s not true,” he replied gently.

“Do I?”

“Yes, you know me better than that,” he insisted. “You’re a great profiler, you can tell if I’m not being honest.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, despite trying to stay mad at him. "You hate being profiled.”

"That was before I realized how useful your skills are in deciphering my feelings.”

“You know I’d rather you tell me how you feel.”

“I did, I miss you, and you chose not to believe me.”

Your cheeks actually ached from smiling too much. You couldn’t help but feel a warm, tingling sensation spread through you. “Fine,” you sighed, finally giving in. “I believe you.”

“And?”

You rolled onto your side. “And what?”

“Do you not miss my absence at work?”

“Well…”

“Well?” He prompted.

Now how could you tell him you missed more than just his presence? How could you admit that you missed the way he made you feel, the way his breath felt hot against your skin, without sounding obvious or too needy? Because you missed everything about him. His hands, his lips, his tongue—oh dear god, his tongue.

Spencer suddenly called out your name, and you forced yourself to focus, feeling your heartbeat quicken as you cleared your throat.

“Yes, I—I miss you,” you finally admitted.

There was a pause, then his voice came through, lighter, teasing. “Why do you sound like that?”

“…like what?”

“Like you’re out of breath.”

You gripped the sheets tightly, the fabric bunching under your fingers. How could you even begin to explain this to him now that he was onto you? You felt like you were on the verge of a full-blown emotional meltdown. God, if he knew how many times you’d replayed every kiss, every touch, in your mind, he’d never let you live it down.

It was almost laughable, really. Here you were, trying to keep it together, and failing miserably. “It’s just… I really, really miss you.”

“You really miss me? Are you trying to say something?”

You hesitated, your mind scrambling for the right words without revealing too much. “No…?”

“Mhm,” he replied, clearly unconvinced. “You’re not telling me everything.”

You gripped the phone tighter. “I’m just saying... It's hard without you here. You know, in every way.”

“In every way?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling both embarrassed and mortified. “I just... I miss how you make me feel. Physically.”

“Physically?” he pressed. “Can you elaborate?”

“I’m... you know, I’ve been... missing certain things. Certain... activities.”

“Certain activities,” he repeated your words once again. It was then that you realized he was teasing you, clearly enjoying your discomfort a little too much. “You mean like... talking?”

“No. More like... the other stuff we do when we’re alone.”

"I don't understand."

At that point, your embarrassment was gnawing at you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. “God, Spencer, don’t make me say it,” you groaned, burying your face in your pillow.

“Come on, I need a little more than that.” He sounded both amused and curious. “I’m just making sure I understand you right.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you muttered into the pillow, your voice muffled but still clear enough for him to hear.

“Actually, I don’t think I do. You could be missing so many things, you have to help me out here.”

You turned your head to the side, exasperation coloring your tone. “Spencer…”

"Yes?" he responded innocently.

"You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

"I find precise communication to be very important.”

You let out a groan, feeling the last of your restraint crumble. “Alright! Fine!” you snapped. “I’m horny, okay? And it’s all your fault!”

His laughter rang through the phone, and you could almost see the grin spreading across his face. “My fault?"

"Yes! I feel like a deprived, horny teenager here, and I just…”

You trailed off, hardly believing you had actually said that out loud. The realization hit you like a wave, and for a moment, you wished you could take it back. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on forever and you wondered if you had gone too far.

He finally broke the silence, breathing out your name in a way that made your skin tingle. "You could've told me from the start."

You could, but you’d rather not.

"I didn't want to sound desperate."

"You can be desperate with me,” he said softly. “Just say the word and I’ll give you anything you want.”

If there was one thing Spencer was good at, it was getting under your skin. He really shouldn’t be saying those words, not now, not when it was making you crave him even more. You swallowed, feeling a tightness in your chest, a knot in your stomach. The part of you that always played it safe wanted to retract, to laugh it off as a joke. But then there was that other part, the part that craved his attention, the part that was tired of holding back.

“Tell me, what do you want now?”

You took a deep breath and laid on your back, the words catching in your throat. You felt your pulse quicken.

“I want… you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Your fingers trailed over the sheets, your touch light as you imagined it was him beneath your fingertips. “Spencer…”

“Come on,” he pressed. “Tell me.”

You paused, your heart pounding in your chest. You could almost imagine him right in front of you, staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes that always managed to make you melt, coaxing words from you that you barely dared to think, let alone speak.

Just say it. He's waiting. He wants to hear it.

Your hand began to move.

“I… I want your hands on me.”

“Where do you want my hands?”

“Everywhere,” you whispered, your fingers grazing your body as if they were his. You closed your eyes.

“Everywhere?”

You found yourself nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

“On my hips…”

Your hand danced across your hips.

“My stomach…”

Your palm slipped under your shirt, moving slowly up your abdomen, feeling the warmth of your own touch and wishing it was his.

“Between my thighs…��

You paused at the hem of your panties, the only barrier beneath your shirt, hesitating as a flush of warmth spread through you. The line was silent for a moment, save for the sound of his breathing—a soft, heavy rhythm that matched the pounding of your own heart.

“Where else do you want me?”

Your fingers dipped inside the fabric. “I want you lower…”

“Tell me exactly where.”

“Where I’m most sensitive,” you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. “Spencer… please…”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I…”

“Are you?”

“No…”

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You licked your lips, your breath coming faster. “Maybe.”

“Then do it, no one’s stopping you.”

You hesitated, the reality of the situation sinking in. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that you were having this conversation with him. "This feels so naughty.”

"Naughty can be nice, though, right?" he assured you. "Don't think about it too much. It’s just you and me.”

There really was something about his voice, the way it effortlessly wrapped around you—smooth, coaxing, almost hypnotic. Despite the hesitation that tugged at your mind, your hand began to move lower, and your legs parting involuntarily. A soft gasp escaped your lips when your hand flew right to your pussy, fingers quickly tracing the length of your folds. You were already wet, and you began to spread your arousal towards your clit.

“Spencer…” you whined, feeling the sudden rush of sensations.

“Keep going,” he urged. “Tell me what you feel.”

You closed your eyes. “It feels… good…”

“Describe it to me.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to find the words through the haze of pleasure. “It’s warm and wet… and…”

And you wished he was the one touching you.

You let your mind drift to your fantasy. You imagined it was his fingers circling your clit. You imagined his lips against yours, the way they would move together. You imagined him whispering these words right in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you writhed beneath him. The fantasy felt so vivid that for a moment, you could almost feel his weight pressing down on you, his presence enveloping you completely.

Your imagination urged you to move faster, but you felt limited by the fabric in the way. You called out his name. “Can I… can I take my, um, underwear off?”

You could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “Of course you can.”

You put your phone down, and with trembling fingers, you slid the fabric down your legs. You discarded them quickly and turned the call to speaker before you settled back on the bed. Your hand returned to your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin. You parted your legs even wider, and as your fingers found their rhythm, a moan escaped you.

“Better?”

You sighed in relief as you continued to rub your clit. “So much better.”

“Keep it slow, okay? We don’t want to rush.”

His voice was low and soothing, and you couldn’t believe how just by his voice he had gotten you so worked up.

“Now press a little harder.” You complied, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. "Right there. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," you gasped, your back slightly arching off the bed.

“I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. “I'd kiss you where you're touching.”

You let your imagination take over. You pictured him with his head right between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours with those intense, pretty eyes. You imagined his mouth moving over your clit, sucking gently while his fingers explored between your folds. The thought was so vivid, so real, that you could almost feel his warm breath against your skin.

The mental image of him looking up at you was almost too much to bear. “Spencer…”

"Keep going. Are your fingers wet?" You could simply moan back a reply, not trusting your own voice. “Now slowly slide in one. Can you do that for me?”

You did as he said, sliding a finger into your wetness. You could feel how tight you were, the slick warmth of your arousal enveloping your skin. You looked down between your legs and watched as you pleased yourself. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sight. You had done this countless times before, but never with the voice of a man guiding you, especially Spencer—the last person you’d imagine doing this with.

Yet look at how much effect he had on you.

"You're quiet," his voice suddenly came through. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes," you managed to whisper. "It's just... a lot."

"In a good way, I hope?"

“Very good,” you assured him.

You could practically picture the corner of his lips twitching into a proud smile. “Good,” he recited. “Now try adding another finger.”

You couldn't help a moan escaping your lips as you pushed in your middle finger, the sound louder than you intended.

"How does that feel?"

"Full," you breathed out, adjusting to the sensation.

“Yeah? I bet you’re so tight.”

You were, awfully so. Your walls clenched around your fingers, almost swallowing them as you started to move them in a steady rhythm. The pleasure built in your lower stomach, a warm, coiling tension that made you desperate for more. You needed his voice, you craved his guidance, even from afar.

“Spence…” you whined. “Keep talking, please.”

“You want me to describe how I’d touch you if I were there?”

You moaned in response, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, urging him to continue.

“If I were there,” he began, his voice low, “I’d start by kissing you slowly.”

You could almost feel it, his lips on yours, his tongue probing inside your mouth.

“I’d move lower,” he continued. “Kiss your neck, your collarbone… while my fingers would move along your hips, your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need me most.”

You whimpered, your fingers moving faster as you followed his vivid description, imagining his touch guiding you.

“I’d tease you, brush my fingers right at your entrance,” he whispered. “Then, I’d slip them inside you, just like you’re doing now.”

Your breaths came in short gasps.

“I’d spread your legs wide,” he continued again, and you heard a faint rustling noise in the background. “I’d move my fingers in… and… out...”

Your legs fell further apart.

“I’d curl my fingers the same way I did that day,” he went on. “Do you remember?”

How could you not? It never truly left your mind. You could picture that day clearly, the feeling of his fingers and mouth working on your sensitive spot seemed to linger in your memory.

“I’d do the same thing that you like,” he proceeded, and you focused on his voice. “I’d lean in close… licking you… sucking you.”

You moaned loudly as the image of his mouth on your clit flashed through your mind. You could almost feel the way he would sloppily lap at you, drinking in every drop of your arousal with each eager flick of his tongue.

“Go faster for me,” he urged. “I-I want to hear how wet you are.”

You followed his words, and the slick sounds of your arousal filled the quiet around you as you imagined him there, his fingers replacing yours. You could hear more noise through the line, the subtle rustle of clothes moving, the faint sound of his breathing growing heavier before he let out a low grunt.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he breathed out. “Now add another finger.”

Your eyes narrowed into a frown, trying to slip a third finger in but the stretch was too intense for you to continue. “I-I can’t.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed. “Just take it slow. Try to relax.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions. You slowly eased in another finger, feeling the awkward stretch but the initial discomfort quickly faded into a deeper pleasure, and you moaned softly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“There you go,” he encouraged. “Feel that? Feel how full you are?”

You hummed a reply.

“That’s how I want you to feel when I’m finally inside you.”

A whine left your lips. In your head, you saw him, his body poised above yours, his cock sliding smoothly into you. You imagined the slick, rhythmic motion, the way each thrust would fill you, stretching you, overwhelming you. You cried out a filthy moan at the thought, unabashed and desperate, as you began to pump your fingers inside your cunt.

“Push deeper for me… I know you can take it.”

You gasped, pushing your fingers as deep as they could go. “I can’t… I need… oh…”

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “You need more. You need me inside you, don’t you?”

“Spencer, please…” you begged, your voice breaking into desperate, choked sobs.

“You want that? You want to feel me stretch you?”

“Yes, yes…” you managed to moan out, your movements became more desperate.

“God, you’d be so tight around me… I’d have your legs spread wide so I… I-I could see how perfect you’d take me.”

You could almost feel his hands on your hips, his body pressing against yours, filling you completely. Your fingers moved frantically, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you felt the tension building to an unbearable peak.

“You’d pull me closer, wouldn’t you? You’d ask for more, like you always do, and I’d give it to you,” he promised. “I’d give it to you so hard… s-so deep…”

And that was when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of wetness, like skin sliding over slick, damp skin. The sound was filthy, making your pulse race as you wondered what he might be doing on the other end of the line. Your voice trembled as you slowly asked him, “Spence, are you…?”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end before he let out a soft, almost sheepish laugh, as if you had caught him red-handed. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice breathless and strained. "Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?"

Your fingers subconsciously quickened at his confession, their movements becoming more urgent as you imagined him laying on his own bed, hand wrapped around his cock. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as you whispered, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

His breathing grew ragged, his words coming in clipped bursts. “I’m… I’m touching myself…”

You tried to focus on his voice, but the sound of his sloppy strokes began to echo louder. “Tell me more.”

“I’m… I’m rubbing… my fingers over the head,” he gasped, and you curled your fingers deeper, using your palm to grind against your clit. The way he sounded so lost in his pleasure, unable to hold back, had you imagining him stroking himself. You pictured yourself doing it for him, remembering how it felt that day when you had his cock in your hand—the weight, the warmth, the way he looked at you through intense eyes.

Your breathing grew heavier, louder, and his voice cracked with a strained moan as he whispered, “Can you lower your phone?”

You fumbled with the device, bringing it closer to where your fingers worked tirelessly between your legs. “Like this?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, the sound of his strokes growing faster and more urgent. “You sound so perfect.”

You let out a soft cry, your fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt frantically as you imagined him watching you, listening to every sound you made. The wet, slick noises filled the room, so intense and filthy. You looked down to see your juices spilling over your fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you. The sheer sound of it was enough to drive him crazy.

“I—f-faster, please,” he panted into the phone. “I need you to go faster.”

Your eyes widened for a moment as the desperate plea slipped from his lips. But you didn’t have the mental space to think about it. Your focus was solely on reaching your release as you ultimately sped up your pace. Your body began to tighten up, feeling so much pressure and pleasure building up every time your fingertips hit that deep spot inside you.

"Oh—fuck!” You exhaled sharply as the familiar sensation took over you. “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—”

With a cry that was both a sob and a shout, your pussy fluttered around your fingers. Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure through your body as you gasped and shuddered. Your voice escaped in broken moans and whines, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Spencer… oh, God, Spencer…”

The sound of your climax drove him to his own release. His breath hitched, his movements faltering as he let out a harsh sound from his throat. It was raw and unrestrained, downright filthy, and you listened intently, your fingers slipping out only to circle and rub your clit, drawing out the final waves of your orgasm.

Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand fell away, and you lay there, breathing heavily, your body relaxing into the bed. Your room was quiet afterward, the only sound coming from was the sound of your own breathing. Then you heard him calling out your name, checking in. But through the post-orgasmic bliss, all you could manage in response was a giggle.

“You��re… laughing?” He mused. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, no,” you replied, still catching your breath, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. “It’s just… I can’t believe we did that.”

A gentle laugh escaped his lips, a warm, soothing sound that calmed your racing heart. "Did you like it?"

You liked it a lot. "Can’t say that I didn’t.”

"So I take it you're not mad at me anymore?"

You let out a soft, contented sigh. “I wasn’t even that mad to begin with. Just… frustrated,” you confessed. “But I think we handled that pretty well.”

“Maybe a little too well,” he agreed softly. “I can't believe I need to take a shower this late.”

You looked down between your legs at his words, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you noticed the patch of wetness on your bed. It wasn't small—it spread across the fabric in a noticeable, damp stain. “Uh, yeah,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “I also need to change my sheets.”

Then you heard a low, almost pained groan from his end of the line.

“What?”

“It’s just…” He paused, and you could almost hear him struggling to find the right words. "I'm now picturing you on your bed."

"Isn't that what you've been doing?"

"Well, yes, but now it's… different."

You couldn't help the amused grin that spread across your face. "Different how?"

"Let's just say the image in my mind is a lot more detailed now and it's not helping me calm down."

A burst of laughter erupted from your chest as you gripped your phone closer to you. “Is this your way of blaming me because you still have a hard-on?” you taunted. “I mean, I’m simply stating the facts.”

“But you’re painting a picture in my head.”

“Of me drenching the sheets just by hearing your voice?”

He made a low, strained sound. “Stop.”

“I can send you a picture if you like,” you offered slyly. “Help you visualize it better.”

There was a moment of stunned silence on his end before he finally muttered, “You shouldn’t.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”

“But if you insist…”

You laughed softly. “Good night, Spencer.”

“Wait—You’re hanging up?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully. “I thought you needed a shower.”

He made another frustrated sound, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine, fine. Good night.”

And that was it. You ended the call with a satisfied smile. But as you stared at your phone, a rush of thoughts began to swirl through your mind. You were well aware of the potential risks of what you were about to do—how it could be traced back to you. You could almost hear Penelope lecturing you about online security and the dangers of leaving a digital footprint.

But when your mind kept circling back to Spencer—Spencer’s breathless voice, Spencer’s prominent veins on his hands, Spencer with a freaking hard-on in his bed—it was hard to think rationally. Before you could stop yourself, you propped your phone on your pillow and posed for the camera. Legs spread wide, your nipples pressing against your shirt, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. The shot looked like it came out of a porno movie. You quickly sent it to him.

It took exactly 7 seconds before your phone rang again.

“Yes, Spencer?” you answered, trying to sound innocent.

You heard shuffling and a muffled grunt, and then, faintly, the rustling of fabric. It sounded like he was fumbling with his phone, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the frustration in his voice.

“How do I turn this into video call again?”

#behind closed doors #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencerreid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fluff #Fanfiction #gifwriting

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novacorpsrecruit · 5 months ago

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It’s lonely at the top

Part 1 | part 2 | here / final part

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wc 1,698 | Steddie | angst with a happy ending!

“You need to give him some space,” Robin said over the phone. Eddie frowned. It’s been three days. He missed Steve. He nearly leaped over the couch to answer the phone, assuming it was him. Robin was the next best, he guessed. “You really hurt him.”

“I know,” Eddie said. “And I’m sorry. I really am. Will you tell him I’m done with the parties? Done with Trick? He means more to me than being liked.”

“Yeah,” Robin huffed. “You sure showed him that.”

“I mean it,” Eddie said honestly. “I do. I’m done with it all.”

“I think you need to tell him that yourself,” Robin said.

“How can I?” Eddie asked. “You won’t let me talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” Robin corrected. “You need to let him be ready to accept you.”

Eddie sighed, pressing his forehead against the cabinet where the phone hung. He wished there was a way to tell Steve how sorry he was. As much as Eddie wanted to take the Green line to Robin’s dorm and talk to Steve, he can’t cross that boundary. But he needed a way to pour out his emotions, to let Steve know that he’s loved. That Eddie’s sorry. “Can I — Can I send him a letter? That way when he’s ready, he knows I’m there for him?”

There was silence on the other line as Robin thought it over. “Yeah, okay,” she said. “Just address it to me. He’s not …”

“Supposed to be there,” Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I figured. Thank you, for being there for him.”

“Yeah. Look,” Robin huffed. “If he does let you back in again, and you fuck up again. It’s your balls, Munson.”

“Understood,” Eddie said. “I promise. Never again.”

Robin hung up with a click. Eddie sighed, running his hands over his face. He fucked up. Bad.

He guessed there was no time to start writing like the present.

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“Steve, someone at table 13 requested you personally,” Jenny, the hostess said. “He’s — uh — a little scary. So if you have issues, get Rod.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” Steve said, pulling his order book from his apron. He wasn’t sure who would request him at 3 pm. Most of his early birds on Saturdays stop by the diner for brunch and he barely saw a soul until 5.

When they first moved out to Chicago, Steve had no clue what he was going to do for work. He was attending Harold Washington College to get his associates in early education, and then potentially apply to UIC. Then one day, he got off a stop too early and saw the help wanted sign. It was easy for him to pick up, he made decent tips, and it worked with his schedule well. Plus, he was able to take home food at the end of his shift.

Robin’s been enjoying the pancakes lately.

Plus, Steve loved when it was slow and Eddie would —

He closed his eyes, letting the thought disappear. He missed Eddie. His heart ached any time he thought about him. But he was afraid that Eddie didn’t miss him in the same way.

He took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile as he greeted his table.

“Hi, welcome in. I’m Steve. I’ll be taking care —“ Steve stopped as he looked at the patron. He felt his lips turn into a frown. “Trick?”

“Patrick’s fine,” Trick winked. “I mean, we’re in your court, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve nodded. He pressed his lips together, feeling like he couldn’t stop staring at the black and blue circles under his eyes. “What happened to your — uh —“ he gestured to his own face. He winced. Trick didn’t like him in the first place. He wouldn’t give Steve the time of day. Why would he bother to tell him about an injury like that. “Sorry — shouldn’t have asked that. What can I get started for you?”

“Your boyfriend, actually,” Trick smirked. It was like ice water was dumped over Steve as the words washed over him. Trick’s smirk dropped. He leaned over the table. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hey — hey, sorry. I didn’t mean — It’s cool. It’s — Eddie and you — are cool, I mean.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he felt any better or worse. All he could say was, “Oh.”

“Yeah, uh —“ Trick ran his fingers over his buzzed hair and exhaled. “Half of our friends are gay or lesbian or queer. It’s — that’s fine. Promise.”

“Oh,” Steve repeated. He sat on the other side of the booth, across from Trick. “Okay.”

“I just —“ Trick looked up to the ceiling before turning his attention back to Steve. “We shouldn’t have judged you. We saw you and immediate thought you were gonna be some straight jackass like we’ve dealt with our whole lives. We built this community of accepting outcasts, and outcasted you while doing so.”

Oh.

Steve wasn’t sure what to think.

When Eddie and him started to date, the Corroded Coffin boys treated him similarly. But Eddie called them out on that before it got bad.

Before it got like this.

“I guess what I wanted to say was sorry,” Trick said. “For pushing you out. And name calling.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “I don’t recall any name calling?”

“Yeah, you weren’t around for that,” Trick winced, gesturing to his nose. “Eddie made sure I knew that was wrong.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathed. “My Eddie?”

“Yep,” Trick said. “I hope he gave you a big apology for everything. So, tell me. What do you got that’s good to eat here?”

Steve took Trick’s order — one strawberry milkshake and an order of fruit loaded French toast — sent it to the kitchen, then went into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and pulled out Eddie’s letter from his apron pocket. The first letter arrived last Monday. And he received a letter every day that he’s stayed with Robin.

With a shaky breath, Steve opened the letter.

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Dear Steve, there’s nothing in the world that I can do to make this up to you. But I will try every day to make sure that you don’t ever forgotten again. You are the stars that light my way home, the sun that brings warmth into my light, and the moon that shines love over me. To experience your love is something truly unreal. And to think I put you on the back burner for a taste of popularity? It was like the Ring of Power overtook my mind. I got lost in the feeling of being admired by many, I forgot what it’s like to be loved by one. I’d travel to Mordor and back for you. Through the Gap of Rohan and through the Mines of Mora.

In a world where everyone could know my name, I’d only want to know yours.

My apologies will never be enough. Love, Eddie

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I hope you are well. I hope your classes are going good and that you’re excelling. I know you are. You’re so fucking smart, you blow me away with every new piece of knowledge you brought home. I hope that basketball at the YMCA is going good. I’m sorry I missed your last couple of games. There is no excuse. I hope one day you’d allow me to be by your side again, cheering you on.

You deserve the world, baby. Nothing will stop me from showing you that. Everything from the water in the rivers to the trees in the forest. From the canyons in Arizona to the mountains in Colorado. It’s yours. It’s all yours. You deserve everything. You deserve the best. And I promise that I will prove that.

Forever in love, Eddie

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I’d move heaven and hell

Just to see you smile again

Or remember how it felt

To have you in my arms

When I begged God for mercy

In the depth of hells

It was nothing compared

To begging for the mercy of you

To hear you laugh, to see you smile

To counting the stars across your skin

To pick up where we left off

To start all over again

I’d move heaven and hell for you

💌💌💌💌

Steve folded the letters, slipping them back into the envelope and set them on his nightstand.

He laid back down, turning to his side. Eddie’s side of the bed was empty. Like it has been for four days.

After Steve read the first letter, he found his way back to their apartment. Eddie was hope and nearly wrapped his arms around Steve, stopping as if there was an invisible barrier in between them. Eddie stopped, respecting that boundary at the threshold.

It was Steve to crack.

Steve who took that step over the threshold and fell into Eddie’s arms, burying his face into Eddie’s neck. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve, holding him tight. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all Eddie could say.

They agreed they needed to slowly integrate back into each others’ lives. Communicate when they’re feeling alone and listen when one’s feeling distressed. Nightmares seemed easier to deal with, but they were going to work it through.

Eddie said he would sleep on the couch until Steve was ready for him. “No matter how long it takes, sweetheart,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss against Steve’s knuckles. “When you’re ready for me, I’m here.”

And Eddie truly meant that. They could go back to just friends and Eddie would accept it. He would be heartbroken, but to have Steve in his life again?

That’s worth everything to Eddie.

Eddie was jostled awake, feeling the couch cushion shift underneath him. The blanket on his body lifted up and a familiar weight settle on his chest. He felt at home again. Eddie tugged the blanket back over the both of them, one hand around Steve’s waist and the other tangled in his hair as Steve laid his head on Eddie’s chest. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple, taking a silent vow to never lose him again.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #//myfic

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vintagetimetarot · 3 months ago

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What does your crush think of you? 💭

+ do they like you back? 💓

It’s been a LONG TIME since I’ve made a PAC. I’ve had a lot of challenges this past year, which is why there has been such a lack, I hope I am forgiven. But this is a topic that excites me and something I’m dealing with too, and that I do not see very often. We’ll know from this PAC by the end what your crush thinks of you and the big question, if they like you back or not! I will be honest, so beware. This PAC will be a bit shorter. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t, it’s a general reading. As always, pick a vintage image below using your intuition, don’t overthink it too much. Have fun!

Pile 1:

Your crush has a complicated view of you, but another better way I’d say is balanced as well. They are some parts of you they really love and admire, but do notice some flaws within you. I think their first impression of you may not have been the greatest. They view you as a little too sensitive, and you don’t handle conflict and challenges very well in their eyes. You come off a bit melancholy and nervous in your interactions with one another. I think they know you like them, and the way you present themselves to them makes it clear. Have you and your crush not talked much recently or at all? I’m getting hallway crush or that sort of vibe. I think some things they hear about you are based on other people or in group settings. Despite these flaws, I think they find you to be a very mature person and they know you take things seriously, and would take things seriously in a relationship as well. Your crush seems to think of you sometimes in passing, but not too much. I’m getting that this is still early stages. They sort of wish to know you more, like they want to move on and break the ice with you. They are secretly hoping you get over you shyness more it seems lol. They also find you to be physically attractive, and that you have a very out there and positive personality. I think they’ve only seen one side of you, but they know that there’s much more depth to you and that you can be a very lovely and vibrant person to be around. They also find you to be a high achiever, and think you do a good job and getting things done.

Do they like you back?:

Unfortunately but unsurprisingly, this is a no. Stages are just too early and they don’t know you well enough. They have other options romantically they seem to not want to invest in, and they are happy with where they are. They don’t want to change their romantic situation right now or they are already in a committed relationship. If this isn’t the answer you want, don’t fret too much yet, because there is still a chance to grow this connection because it’s early, at least as a friend.

Pile 2:

You seem to know your crush well already. They may be a longtime friend, or just someone you’ve know for awhile now. They honestly think very highly of you it seems, pile 2. They admire your generosity, kindness, and how well you are in interacting with people. For some of you this person may know or may be close with your family, for some people this person may have a different cultural background than you. I see that they think you are a well rounded person with admirable qualities! They always rely on you for good judgement and you’re a really good role model to them. They find you curious and venturesome, and they enjoy spending time with you, ESPECIALLY when you guys are traveling. They may think about going on trips with you or you have had been on trips with your crush. They think you’re so wise, and that you have so much to offer to this world. You may be very passionate in a certain field you wanna pursue as a career, and they think that it suits you, and they love that passion about you. For some of you they may not vocally express enough appreciation for you, because to them it’s common knowledge you know that you’re great! They can almost like sit in peace with themselves even if they don’t see in years from now like “yeah, they’re gonna go out and cure cancer!” That kind of energy.

Do they like you back?:

They don’t like you back, but they do think so highly of you and deeply appreciate you. They are honored to be in your life. I really get this is especially the case if this is a longtime friend of yours that you happen to be crushing on. They would be really saddened if you guys cut ties with one another or if they ended up upsetting you.

Pile 3:

DAMN, your crush has a lot to say about you Pile 3. First of all, they ADORE being around you. You give them purpose! They feel so giddy and happy around you, you really make them feel like a little kid. Every hangout feels like an adventure with you, and like they are really making some good memories. They notice that you have a strong personality, but they are attracted to that and love that about you. They love that you are a leader, and seem to be well respected by most people they know that know you. This person acts really childish around you. I think they are generally a a reasonable person, but when you “act stupid” or childish they can’t help but find it contagious, but in a happy way. This person seems to be relatively new to your life it seems. They seem to really love you, honestly. They can really see you in their life forever or a very long time. They want to watch you accomplish and take on big tasks. I think you are a very ambitious person, and they love that about you! They also like your friends, and if they met your family they like them too. You just bring such positive energy to the table that it inflicts upon them, and they LOVE IT!

Do they like you back?:

Oh definitely. They REALLY like you, love even. Though you guys are still progressing, they envision a romantic future with you as well, and I think for a good bit, like 60% of you they are probably planning to ask you out or have been thinking about it but have gotten too scared to ask. Things are moving a bit slowly, but they definitely have feelings.

Pile 4:

They love being around you, really. You may be very social around your crush, and that’s where you spend most of your time whether it be school clubs, parties, etc. They find you confident, and even flirtatious. They also find you very physically attractive. If you are a woman or female presenting, they find you so feminine and beautiful, and they love how you style your hair and do your makeup. Overall though regardless of gender they find you very physically attractive, and especially your body, regardless of how it is they love it. Your crush thinks you are easy to get along with, so they have no problem conversing with you. They think you respect their time well, which they deeply appreciate. They seem to offer you cups and pieces of affection here and then. They find you to be so passionate, like you’re a real go getter to this person! They think you’re fierce and confident. You may have a stronger personality, and they like that. You’re overall just very easy to get along with. They just get caught up in your little world together of conversations and hanging out, it’s very charming. They think about you in passing, sometimes they even miss you when you aren’t around. Your presence is just really defining to them.

Do they like you back?:

They do like you back, and actually have strong feelings for you, but the thing is, they don’t know how to manage them that well yet. This person is scared of intimacy, and may let their fears override, so they avoid relationships. They think fondly of you and love you, and miss when you’re around but still right now aren’t ready for this relationship. You need to give this person time to catch their breath and let things unfold naturally.

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #love pick a card #love tarot reading #tarotblr #love tarot #crush tarot #crush pac #future spouse

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stealingpotatoes · 12 days ago

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omg didn't realize that asks were open again

insane anon that played kotor for 16 hours straight once here

wanted to add some additional stuff to it

1. it was live streamed with 0 viewers throughout except for a person asking "why do you sound like that" to my regular voice

2. I had an exam the next day that I had to deal with after 3 hours of sleep

honestly worth it though and I wish I could play for that long again

also your stuff is so cool and I've even been considering commissioning

also idk if someone has asked or if you've answered

if you've played them what are your thoughts on the jedi outcast games? (or just the kyle katarn series of games)

LMAO THIS MAKES IT EVEN BETTER shut up random person saying why do u sound like that. i'll fight them for u anon

and thank you!!! i've never heard of the jedi outcast games, I'll have to do some googling!!

#thanks for the ask!#askbox closed

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cautious-soup · 3 months ago

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Bully!(Only I make you like this) Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Part 1

CW// Noncon, degredation, physical abuse, implied choking, destruction of personal property :( Satoru isn't very nice, ooc Satoru Gojo in that he's an evil bastard

Summary: Satoru has lots of fun at your expense, and tries not to think about his feelings.

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Satoru never had a hard time talking to people. Most considered him easy to talk to, pleasant. He was a little baffled, honestly, to see just how differently other people were treated compared to him, but it made sense. He was amazing, after all.

It was because of this that he never had any trouble getting into your dorm building.

"Hey, my bad I forgot my key, can I go in after you?"

Like usual, the person nods and lets Satoru in without a second glance. He hums on the elevator up to the 4th floor, gets off, and strides to your room.

He knocks three times, and when you don't come to the door, he sighs and texts you.

Satoru: let me in

Y/N: Im not here, go away

Y/N: *there. Im not there, so leave

Satoru: lolololol

Satoru: hey this is actually a great opportunity for me to show u something

You squint down at your phone in confusion, then panic when you hear a key turning in the door. Sure enough, Satoru walks in like he owns the place.

"These hard keys are really outdated huh?" He says, "Such a security risk, waaaay to easy to make copies," he twirls said copy around his finger, and you sag in defeat.

"You hurt my feelings Y/N," Satoru sighs, "I mean, lying, really? You don't wanna see me that bad?"

"I wish you were dead, that's how much I don't wanna see you," you say. It doesn't matter how you provoke him, it'll be awful either way.

"Aaah, such a rude thing to say," he says, "Now I'm real hurt, Y/N, and the only way I can feel better is if I hurt you back,"

Your breathing quickens. Scooting back on your bed, you squeeze your eyes shut as Satoru closes in on you.

Then, your door opens again, and you nearly sob with relief.

"Oh!" Your roommate tilts her head at Satoru, "Woah, aren't you on our basketball team?"

You can see Satoru's jaw tick, and you scramble for a response.

Getting out of bed, you smile at your roommate, "Hey! Are you headed to the library? I was just about to go myself, wanna head out?"

Your roommate looks between you and Satoru, "Um, if I'm interrupting--"

"No! No no you're not interrupting anything, come on, if we hurry we'll be able to grab smoothies on our way there,"

As you both stand in the elevator, your roommate peers at you curiously.

"Was it ok just to leave him in there like that?"

You shudder, but play it off as a laugh, "Yeah he uh, the library's crowded so he wanted to use my room to study hahaha,"

"...so why'd you suggest going to the library then?"

You give an answer so half assed you don't even remember it. As you stiffly walk towards the exit, your phone buzzes.

Satoru: ur so funny

Satoru: dw ill getcha next time 👍🏻

Satoru: its gonna hurt btw lololol

Satoru pocketed his phone and hummed. He'd gone through the trouble of learning your roommate's schedule, but evidently that wasn't enough.

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He did, in fact, make it hurt.

It was as if all of the effort he'd ever put into anything was focused down into the singular purpose of wrecking you.

Your grip on your sheets slackened as Satoru caged you in from behind, draping himself over you.

"Tired already?" He asks, you feel the heat of his words against your cheek, "I've got plenty of time, Y/N,"

But not enough.

Lately, Satoru's been making up reasons to see you. It was getting close to midterms, and he told himself he'd be done by then.

Really, he just expected to get bored with you.

But you kept giving, kept feeding something inside of him he didn't even know needed to be fed. Every time you whimpered, cried, begged, pleaded, and bled for him, that odd chasm in his chest shrunk just a bit.

You shudder as Satoru noses the damp nape of your neck, and wait for it to be over.

Some time later, Satoru's phone buzzes.

Sho: party's lit

Sho: u still coming?

Satoru pants, running a hand through his hair and sitting up. You shift on your mattress, turning so you're on your back, and stare up at him.

Satoru tapped his fingers idly on the side of his phone. He looked down at it, then down further at you, at your puffy eyes, at your hair splaying over your pillow, at the bruise around your neck.

Satoru: nah. u guys have fun tho

Tossing his phone aside, Satoru resumes, grabbing your hips and sinking inside of you. You whimper, and he's thankful it's too dark for you to see his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Hngh, nnf, ugh,"

Satoru grins at your blubbering, leaning down to lick up the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Better hold on tight babe, I'm nowhere near done yet," he whispered.

Your bed frame rocked against the wall so hard that night, you knew it would be impossible to explain away the noise tomorrow.

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What would be the appropriate reaction to losing a laptop with years' worth of essays, creative writing pieces, poems and school projects, and watching it sink to the bottom of a duck pond?

You're not sure, you honestly can't react at all.

Satoru is laughing his ass off next to you, still holding your bag and letting the remaining contents fall to the ground. He reels his arm back and chucks your bag into the pond too.

"Heehehehe, oh man, I wish I could keep that look on your face in a bottle," Satoru panted, trying to catch his breath.

You make a lot of expressions that he likes. Sometimes, when he's bored in class or with running drills on the court, he'll cycle through them in his head.

Lips pursed and brows furrowed means you're thinking about how to solve a problem (and Satoru isn't a problem that can be solved.)

Eyes wide and lips slightly parted means you're scared. He always loves making this look melt into one of anguished pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks, lip bitten raw, eyes squeezed shut.

But he realizes something in that moment, watching your bag soak up the dirty pond water and start to sink.

He looks over at you, at the expression on your face--or lack thereof.

He's never seen you smile before.

Sure, he stalked your friends' social media (you don't have social media) and saw the group photos you took with them, saw your smile, but you never smiled around him.

He looks over at the pond, then back at you.

Maybe you're ticklish.

He tries it the next time you're under him, your bra pushed up and your panties around your ankle. He grins when you're off guard and runs his hands over your sides.

You stare incredulously at him.

"Eeh?" He pouts down at you, "You're not ticklish at all?"

You scoff, "Sorry, being bullied and sexually assaulted regularly doesn't really put me in a laughing mood,"

Satoru sneers, "Kch, ok. I guess all that's left is for me to put you in an even worse mood then huh?"

Unsure of what sore spot you hit, your pussy endures another hour of being well and truly fucked.

And when you think he's done, Satoru heaves you up by your thighs and walks across your room to the full length mirror propped up by the door.

You gasp, impulsively covering your face with your hands, but Satoru drops you to your feet, grabbing your wrists with one hand and keeping them twisted behind your back.

"You're going to look," he murmurs lowly. You meet his blue eyes peering over your shoulder in the reflection, "You'll look, and you'll see what I do to you,"

You sob as Satoru grabs your chin and forces you to look at yourself, he realigns himself with your entrance and starts punching moans from your throat. You struggle against his grip, but he tightens his hold, and fucks you harder.

Eventually, you're begging. You're humiliating yourself and begging to cum, each thrust leaving you dumber than you were before.

"See, there's no need to act all high and mighty Y/N." Satoru purred, turning your chin to face him, "In the end, you're nothing but a dick hungry whore,"

You sag against Satoru as he slots his mouth against yours, letting his tongue past your lips. The ensuing orgasm lights up your entire nervous system; it almost hurts.

Satoru lets go of your wrists and lets you drop to your knees in front of the mirror. You lay on the floor panting, vaguely registering the sound of rustling clothes.

Satoru appears in front of the mirror again, tidying up his hair and tugging his shirt down, before turning and leaving your room.

"See ya around," he says without looking back.

You stare at the door in silence.

Part 3

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A/N: Hello! Sorry if any of this is formatted weird, I just decided to do everything on my phone this time lol. Hope you all enjoyed reading this :)

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lovemepartly · 3 months ago

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looking for me? ✩ the salesman

read part 1 here!

warnings: 18+, smut

a/n: finally a part 2!! i had so so much fun writing this :))

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it had been a couple of weeks since your encounter with that mysterious man on the subway. you wished you could forget about it but the mystery of the man plagued your mind. and honestly, the way he had left you - building you up just to leave you in that corner - only made you want more.

college had still been tiring you out - much more than you would like to admit. most nights were sleepless - whether it was studying late at the library or working late shifts at your part-time job at the bakery. today was going to be one of those nights.

it was a saturday, and you typically worked early mornings to late nights on the weekends. it made you feel pathetic, really, the way everyone your age was going clubbing on a saturday night and you were stuck here at 07:00. the day started off slow, people only casually dropping in to buy small pastries or simply browse. about two hours into your shift, you heard the bell on the door jingle as a tall figure stepped into the bakery. you looked up from the register, and just like the first time you saw him, your mouth dropped. it was the man from the subway, looking better than he did that night - if that was even possible. he was dressed in the same suit, a light grey color, and carrying the same black briefcase that you knew held ddakji cards and money.

his gaze met yours as he stepped into the bakery and he gave you a polite nod of acknowledgement, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. you watched in curiosity as he reached for a tray and began placing individual packets of bread onto it. a lot of bread. every time you thought he would stop, he kept adding more to the pile. he was going to sell out your whole stock at this rate. after a couple of minutes, he finally stopped adding bread to his growing pile and brought the tray to the register to you.

“you’re going to buy all of that?” you asked in disbelief. the man didn’t answer but simply smiled and nodded his head. you began checking out the pastries and placing them in a brown paper bag and the man handed you a wad of cash to pay for the groceries. you counted the money and placed it inside the cash box, before continuing to pack the breads into the bag. he had bought exactly one hundred and that number seemed peculiar to you - it was almost too specific. you slid the bag over the counter to the man once everything was packed and watched as he reached into his wallet to pull out more cash.

“you already paid-” you tried to tell him, but he pulled out a couple of bills and handed them to you, his fingers lightly grazing your palm as he placed the money in your hand.

he closed your fist around the cash and simply said, “for you. enjoy your day.” before grabbing the bag from the counter and leaving the bakery. you stayed there, frozen for a couple of seconds, watching as he left, before you opened your hand and counted the money. 150,000 won. holy shit.

you quickly pocketed the money, wondering why he had given it to you. he had surely recognized you from the subway, right? maybe it had to do with the fact that you told him you had college debt?

your thoughts were disturbed when you heard the shift lead call your name. realizing you had been standing frozen for some minutes, you turned to face her. “are you okay?” her expression was more judgmental than that of concern.

“i-yeah, sorry,” you stuttered. “um, i’m really sorry to ask but do you think i can get off work right now? something came up.” really, you were just determined to follow the man and find out what he was up to.

“what came up?”

when you failed to instantly come up with an excuse, the shift lead chucked. “sorry, tough luck. i know - none of us want to be here on a saturday.”

the rest of your shift passed by in torturously slow time. every minute felt longer than the last one and every customer somehow infuriated you. the only thing on your mind was the subway man. the man who had touched you in a way that made you feel crazy yet had also left you with nothing. after what seemed like days, it was finally 21:00 and time to close the store. you swept up, wiped down counters, and even helped the clean the dishes - anything to leave as fast as you could. as soon as you were done, you quickly bid goodbye to your boss and stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air hitting your skin. you shivered slightly and pulled your sweater over yourself.

as you walked to your apartment, something caught your attention in the corner of your eye. just across the street, a tall man walked briskly. a tall man in a grey suit. carrying a black briefcase. your eyes widened and you quickened your pace - it had to be the subway man. you watched as he suddenly turned into an alleyway. barely looking to see if any cars were coming, you ran across the street, trying to catch up to him and turning into the alleyway where he went. to your dismay, the end of the alleyway diverged into two different directions. you looked down each direction but didn’t catch a glimpse of the man or any clue as to which way he went. not wanting to get lost and given that it was late at night and dark out, you decided to admit defeat and exited the alleyway, continuing on your way home.

you wondered on the way home if you had maybe just imagined the man turning into that alleyway. maybe seeing him in the morning and spending your whole fourteen hour shift thinking about him had made you crazy. as you made it to your apartment, you were fairly certain you had just imagined seeing him. reaching into your sweater pocket for the keys to your apartment, you were suddenly startled by a strong arm wrapping around your body and a hand firmly pressing against your mouth, inhibiting your ability to make any audible noise. you felt a hot breath tickle your ear and a low voice murmur, “looking for me?”

the strong arm turned you around and pressed you against the door so you were now facing him - the subway man. his hand was still pressed against your mouth. “no need to scream, right, darling?” you nodded and he removed his hand from your mouth before bending down to pick up your apartment keys that you had dropped in shock and he handed them to you.

you stayed frozen, keys in hand, until the man finally spoke again. “you’re not going to go inside?”

you blinked, coming back to reality. “no, i am, sorry- you just…” your words trailed off, the shock of his surprise clearly catching you off guard.

as you fumbled with your keys, hands shaking, you could feel the man still standing behind you. as you pushed the door to your apartment open, the man stepped in behind you, shutting and locking the door.

he stayed leaning against the door, dropping his briefcase on the floor next to you. you looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something, but his gaze bore into your skin and made you feel uncomfortable and not nearly covered enough in your skirt and sweater.

“you followed me today.” he finally spoke, taking a stride closer to you.

“i… did i?” you questioned, trying to play dumb.

he laughed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “you did. in the alleyway.”

you didn’t respond, so he took another step closer to you, now towering over you as you looked up at him. “don’t play any games with me,” he muttered. his hand reached up to gently tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and cup your face, before he bent down to press his lips to yours. you kissed him back, leaning into his touch. the kiss was soft but you could tell it was filled with a deep yearning. his hand tangled it’s way into your hair and he tugged gently, making you moan against his mouth. when he pulled away, his fingers gently brushed over your lips.

“on your knees.” he muttered firmly. you quickly sank to your knees and watched as he undid his belt, dropping his perfectly tailored grey pants to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. he stroked his hard length, then reached his other hand down to carefully tilt your chin up to look at him.

“you think you’re clever, huh? following me? did you think i wouldn’t catch you?”

“no, i…” your voice trailed off as he reached down to grab your hand and guided you to continue stroking him.

“are you gonna apologize, darling?”

you hummed in agreement and his hand moved to the back of your head, guiding your mouth onto his length. you bobbed your head back and forth, trying to take as much of him as you could. his hand stayed resting on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. he would occasionally push you so far down that you could feel him touching the back of your throat, making you gag and making tears burn in the corner of your eyes. you hollowed out your cheeks and he groaned in response before pushing you off of him.

“get up.” you rose, unsure why he had made you stop. his hand wrapped lightly around your neck and he inched his face forward, lips brushing against yours. “are you going to let me cum inside you, darling? are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“yes,” you breathed, feeling the arousal in your underwear growing. “please.”

he smirked at your response and turned you around, pressing you against the wall, so he was now behind you. you felt his hands lift up your skirt and toy with the hem of your underwear, dropping them to pool around your ankles. he stroked his length teasingly against your wet folds, slapping your slick entrance a couple of times. “please,” you whimpered, the teasing getting unbearable.

“please, what? you use your words, darling.”

“please, fuck me,” you whispered, and despite not being able to see his face, you knew the exact smirk he was making. when you finally felt him slip in, one hand firmly gripping your hip, the other resting on the wall for support near your head, you couldn’t stop the moan escaping your lips. he was so big, you could feel him in your gut as he sunk further into you. when he finally began to thrust, the sounds of your moans and the slap of his hips meeting your ass blended together until you were certain you were seeing stars. you felt the knot in your stomach building and tried to hold tighter onto the wall.

“cum for me, sweetheart,” you heard the man whisper in a deep voice near your ear. “i’ve got you.”

you whimpered, and with a couple more deep thrusts, the pressure in your stomach unraveled and you felt your legs shake as you gripped the wall tighter, trying to steady yourself. he continued to thrust into you, every movement overstimulating you and eliciting a whimper to slip from your lips, until you finally felt him come undone inside you.

his hand moved from your hip to wrap firmly around your neck, gently turning your chin to face him, as he planted a passionate kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. when he finally pulled out, you felt an ache in your core, knowing you would be sore tomorrow. you turned around to face the man, watching as he was pulling his pants back on, fastening his belt. you leaned against the wall, still breathless and slightly shaky. he bent to grab his briefcase and straightened his suit, just like he had done at the subway. this time, he leaned closer to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before bowing slightly and clicking the door to your apartment shut as he left without another word.

you groaned, leaning your head against the cool wall, before picking up your underwear from the floor and getting into the shower to clean yourself off.

when you awoke the next morning, still sore, you stretched lazily in bed. it was early morning and you had another day-long shift at the bakery. you quickly got ready, brushing your teeth and getting dressed. you got ready to leave the house, slipping on your shoes, but when you opened the door to your apartment, you froze.

lying outside your door, in perfect arrangement, was a bouquet of roses with an envelope sticking out of them and a small box. you stepped out of the door quickly, looking around to see if you could spot who had dropped these off at your door - surely it was a mistake. not seeing anyone, you grabbed the bouquet and small box and brought it inside the house. the box was black and rectangular, wrapped with a pink ribbon. you hurriedly opened it, and your jaw dropped. a delicate bracelet lay inside and next to it - a morning after pill. you laughed when you saw it, instantly realizing who it was from. the bracelet was beautiful, though, and you clasped it to your wrist, admiring the way it sat beautifully on you. it had to be the most expensive piece of jewellery you owned.

you looked at the bouquet of roses next, and plucked the envelope from where it lay. you flipped it over a couple of times, but it wasn’t signed. you opened it carefully and your jaw dropped once again. a stack of bills lay inside and your hands shook as you carefully counted the money - 1.5 million won. your hands trembled as you held the money, unable to believe it was real. despite there being no indication that it was from the subway man, you just knew. you could feel it. as you finally stepped out of the house to go to your shift, you hoped that maybe you would see him again.

#squid game #squid game fic #squid game x reader #squid game season 2 #the salesman #the recruiter #gong yoo #salesman x reader #recruiter x reader #gong yoo x reader

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sharpace · 6 months ago

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Jus finished binging Crank It! I love Jayvik sm and I love how you draw them ,, I have three questions! One: Are characters like Heimerdinger humanized in this au or are they still their canon species :0 Two: Are we gonna see other Arcane characters like Jinx, Ekko, Vander, Silco, etc in Crank It? Three: (less Crank It related but still super important) how the HELL do you scrape together good refs for Jayce, Viktor, and others? I’ve tried digging through the Arcane wiki, looking at fanworks, etc- and still can only find screenshots that don’t show their whole body (not very good for refenrence) apologies for any wording mistakes lmao, I’m exhausted HSJJHE keep up the good work! and I hope you have a fantastic rest-ofyour-year :3

Hello!!! Thank you!!

1) haha Heimerdinger is pretty hand wavy to me. When he does appear (usually in doodles), he’s just a tuft of hair at the bottom of the frame. He’s Viktor’s boss but he’s Jayce’s boss’ boss so he doesn’t make a ton of appearances so I will not worry about an answer lol

2) maybe!! Honestly, I picture like there’s this whole other story where Cait and Vi live their lives full of people while Jayce and Viktor are huddled in the dark playing video games and coding. I imagine if they do meet, it’s because they went on a double date with Cait and Vi and Vi mentioned it to Jinx so Jinx decides to crash and bring Ekko and since both daughters are going to be there, they should also go to the Last Drop too and at least get the hook up and see Vander and Silco. Viktor and Jayce are immediately overstimulated and overwhelmed with the amount of people.

3) I wish I had a better answer but I’m just forever lurking in the fan spaces and saving interesting screenshots I see posted OR just screaming into my friend group chat to see if anyone has a shot or has something from behind the scenes. I think Arcane in Detail on Twitter has a lot of good references available as well!! Sorry, wish I could be more help here!!! Anyone who can help, feel free to comment!!

#sharp ask #doodle #jayvik

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omgfangirlland · 1 month ago

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I really hate my brain.. It's 1 am and I gotta be up by 4:30am..but this are the current thoughts that I have just when I'm about to sleep.. :

1. Talia al Ghul twin sister but she's the opposite of her sister

2. neglect invincible sister.. Where is is normal but something happen that I can't think of yet that made the other like/love/obsessed of her

3. SCP scientist reader getting transported to another universe

4. Reader with a super power of luck (inspo from Deadpool 2? I think it was the second movie.. I don't remember)

5. Dazai reader? I don't know what to do with a dazai reader yet..

6. Danny phantom reader..

Okay.. I'll stop for real now.. My head is seriously killing me

-🔱

PART TWO

Am I answering more and more asks to avoid writing the next ch of TSTN?... Yes. (I'll go back on it soon-ish- just need a refresher)

I'll take the Talia al Ghul twin sister, AND throw in the Luck Manipulation meta gene Domino has.

So, the "lucky" powers Domino has is actually luck manipulation, meaning she can bring bad luck just as easily as she can bring good luck-

Now- I always found the "Actually- Ra's loves his kids and grandkids"" headcanon funny- because we definitely see a bit of it in "Murder in the family" or the second one about it(can't quite remember) where he is like "I didn't wish for your son to die, wouldn't wish that on anyone" so I'm taking that and turning it to a 100 making Ra's an official girl dad.

I'm starting this during the era when Ra's was mortal, before he lost his wife, pure headcanon, refusing to acknowledge The Dark Knight Rises-

My initial idea was honestly angst- but fluff felt better-

At first, your mother and father don't notice it, taking everything as a coincidence. When you were younger, maybe nothing happened, but during your toddler to kid years, they sure started noticing stuff-

You wanted the mangy cat that honestly kinda scared your mama?? "Maybe when pigs fly, beloved," were Ra's joking words. Cue chaos as two pigs are launched through the air. Talia immediately backs you on the two "flying" pigs.

You got the mangy cat.

Talia looked for too long at a cookie? The baker made too many in the wrong shade and couldn't simply scrape the icing off, and by tomorrow, they won't be good anymore, so he just gives them out for free as he mutters about wasting ingredients.

Your mother broke her shoe? A new shoeshmith comes out of a build offering free repairs to gain some popularity right after your mom complained that they were her favorite pair.

Baba Ra's sad that he can't find the relic of a tome he keeps searching for? The next day, it slams onto his toes and stops his whining.

I think Talia is the first to notice that it's because of you good things keep happening, so she tests her theory. She stops in front of a pomegranate tree, standing five meters tall, points at it, and in a sad tone says she'd love to get one, but it's just too high. She watches as your eyes follow her finger, watches as you pout as you realize that not even an adult would reach it, and she smiles as she hears all the fruits fall to the ground. She keeps at it for a while, until she is sure of her theory, and soon decides you are their lucky charm. The best lucky charm she could have in her life, and she tells you as such.

Soon enough, the luck seems to run out, to you at least. The middle of World War II, your father got busy with his work in that room nobody but him was allowed in, your mother grew more and more worried about Qayin, and then, one dreadful night, little Talia came running to Ra's, who was soothing you because you woke up puking, crying about your nightmare.

A nightmare only confirmed reality by Talia. That's when Ra's found out about your powers. In his mind, everything settles into place, every lucky thing he brushed off as a happy coincidence, every story your mother had about good things happening in the weirdest ways.

He didn't blame you, and neither did Tali, but you did. And it took a while to get rid of the irrational guilt, but the constant reassurance of Talia, who knew there was no way you could have influenced that without being there- she knows because she tested the long-distance luck too, she was thorough- helped. And soon finding out that the man died painfully from a freak accident, did wonders.

Ra's didn't want his girls to mingle with the League of Assassins, but after that night, he insisted on them training to at least know how to protect themselves, and while Talia seemed eager to know more and more, you didn't much care for the League.

Now, Talia didn't want to be the heir, not for a long while, she wanted to be a doctor, and Ra's was happy to hear that her daughter was pursuing something besides his dirty work. And when she left, you decided to do something far closer to home, mostly scared to leave your baba's side. Not like the old man was complaining, he still had his girls in his life, he still had you close.

The more Talia found out about Bruce, the more she thought he'd be a good protector and husband for you. She liked him, really, she did, but you always came first in her mind, it was you who she thought of when Bruce got her flowers, unknowingly, your favorites, when he stumbled over his words, she thought of how cute you'd find him.

So she plotted. She wasn't yet in love with him, she liked the idea of him, sure, but she wanted to see how he'd react to you.

Talia couldn't stop the smirk and mischief in her eyes from appearing as Bruce's breath hitched as he saw you, as he stuttered- almost calling himself by another name-, as his face got red as a tomato as you giggled at him.

Bruce was hooked, line, and sinker- and a bit guilty as he went from flirting with Talia to stumbling over the simplest words when it came to you. He felt embarrassed, honestly. He could make the biggest business deals at 14, but he could barely look at you without feeling his cheeks heat up.

As Bruce jumped at the opportunity to train under the League, just to keep close to you, Ra's glared at Talia, knowing what his daughter had cursed him with- a fool in love.

Bruce, with a threat from Talia to treat you right, and a letter to the school saying he dropped out, he found himself being led to his new room. He shook as you turned and looked at him, words catching in his throat. You were a problem. But he would love to be in your life.

It didn't take long for Bruce to find the truth about Ra's work, and he wasn't happy, but he didn't have it in him to leave- not without you.

When it came to you, he was stupid. Tripping over his feet, choking on air, almost being hit because his eyes caught yours- but somehow- with shaking hands and a shakier bouquet, he found it in him to ask you on a date.

As soon as your door closed, he dropped to his knees, crumpling like a folding chair, sighing in relief, and his hand stuck to his cheek where you kissed him. If Harvey were to see him, he wouldn't be able to live it down.

All the courage and poise he had as Batman, as Brucie Wayne, went out the window when it came to you- he was afraid, he realized. Afraid of being too cool as Batman, too much as Brucie, afraid of not being the right one for you. He didn't know what to do, so he froze, he stuttered, he fell in love deeper and harder like he was a puppy and not a man.

The more he hung out with you, the more at ease he became, and while he put on his Brucie persona with Talia, he was himself with you. Slowly learning to be just Bruce, no need for the cowl.

Ra's hated it- he thought once or twice of just throwing him into the pit, but at the end of the day, he also liked Bruce. Determined and clearly in love with you, and when the little bastard came to him and Talia to ask permission for his hand, Ra's growled a hateful yes between his teeth, while Talia laughed like she hadn't laughed in a long while.

Bruce was confused at the contradicting emotions- but he took the yes and ran.

Ra's didn't cry at the wedding, and he'll kill anyone who says otherwise.

He did bawl as he held Damian, and everyone saw it, though.

Some meme's I couldn't resist thinking of:

Bruce, Alfred, Ra's, Dick, Jason when holding Dami for the first time:

Tim when asked if he wants to hold the baby who just opened his eyes and the first thing he did was glare at him:

Cass with toddler Dami:

#🔱 anon #anon ask #fem!reader #yandere bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #dc universe #good dad ra's al ghul #girl dad ra's al ghul

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tremendouscreationperson · 10 months ago

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A few of you wanted a part three so here goes

Reader gets called Doll and Toots but other than that I think it's pretty GN

Part 1 Part 2

Ford - no Stan - had spun his tale. You weren't sure any of it could be possible. How was you supposed to believe that Ford was alive but not in this universe/realm/reality?

You sat in the lab he had brought you to - it was cold and dank, stark lights illuminated metal plates and cascaded up the walls to show off a large triangular 'portal'.

"Why'd you have to die?" You asked, eyes glued to the journal upon your knees.

For-Stan had been waiting for any questions, willing to provide you answers. "Seemed easier."

"And lying to me?" You flicked through the stained pages. "That was easy?"

"It wasn't." He told you honestly, just hearing his voice was crazy. You had believed he was dead for two years and he wasn't! He was here the whole time. "Gotta admit, I had you fooled."

The attempt at a joke was not humourous in the slightest. "This isn't normal behaviour."

Stanley didn't know what else to do. He hadn't thought you would ever realise, perhaps that was stupid on his part but he really thought he was able to coexist with you as Ford.

"So..." You took a deep breath. "Recap: this is Ford's journal and he wanted you to take it away and you both argued and he got sucked into that thing and now you're him and Stan is dead and you're trying to get him back?"

Stan nodded, twiddling his thumbs. "Yeah. It's been hard, I had to relearn math."

"Who else wrote in here?"

"Huh?"

You pointed at the page. "That's not Ford's handwriting. Although look, 'ford' signed it." A humourless chuckle escaped. "Who else is pretending to be your brother?"

Stan was at your side in an instant, looking over your shoulder. Being so close to him was maddening.

He was alive.

Your Stan was alive.

Yeah, maybe he was a fraud and there was weird space mumbo jumbo that you still don't entirely believe but he was alive.

Your face was turned towards him as he studied the page, his fingers grazing yours underneath the words. How did he look like him now?

You didn't see Ford in him at all.

The way he stood, his neutral expression, even his hair was different. Was Stanley.

"I didn't notice that." He spoke lowly due to the proximity.

"Is there anyone else in the town called Ford?"

Stan's gaze landed on you, his nose inches from yours and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it and just observing you. He really took you in.

Despite the lies you were still here. Still entertaining this. He really wished he had more to offer you but he didn't.

He was just him. He wasn't his brilliant brother or full of mysteries or answers. He was just Stan, a con artist who scammed people daily.

"I don't know." The words finally left his mouth and he quickly stood upright.

Rather than leaving tonight, you had stayed longer because of the news, calling in sick at work, how often could you say someone had come back from the dead?

The two of you ate half the pasta you made, sitting awkwardly opposite each other at the table.

He had been open and honest, answering all of your questions keenly and encouraging you to ask more. And you had to admit that was nice but the news still sat heavily on your shoulders.

Mostly because: FUCKING HELL THIS WAS CRAZY and a slither of: you had told FORD THAT YOU LOVED STANLEY AND BROUGHT HIM UP IN MANY CONVERSATIONS AND HE WAS THE ONE YOU WERE TALKING TO AND YOY WERE EMBARRASSED AS FUCK BUT YOU NEEDED TO HELP AND HDJAKSIEIES

"You, er.. you okay?" Stan toyed with a meatball.

"It's just a lot to process." That wasn't a lie. "I'll probably be like this for a few days."

He gave you a sincere smile, "take your time, do-"

Your eyes snapped up to his pink face. "Were you going to call me doll?" He nodded in affirmative, his ears reddening as well. You weren't sure why but you spared him with: "Hmm, better than toots."

"That was one time!" He insisted.

"That's all it took."

"I only said it to piss you off." He smirked cheekily, his face returning to its usual hue.

"It worked." Rolling your eyes as you giggled. You didn't hold any real malice, he was being cocky demonstrating his pick up moves and they did not work... Well they did but it was easier to pass off your hot face and wide eyes as anger rather than awe.

Stan laughed along with you, enjoying the sound. Loving how easy it was to just be himself. He didn't have to wear the gloves which made everything impossible, he didn't have to act stiff and drop big words into his 'lexicon', and he didn't have to lie. He could be himself.

He knows he doesn't deserve this, by God he knows that, but he would take all you'd willingly give; if that was just dinner before you drove away forever then he would take it and be thankful for the time.

"Want a beer?" He found himself asking.

You didn't reply straight away, ideas tumbling around your head. He loved watching your mind work. "Got anything stronger?"

Stan winked and disappeared to get the whiskey he'd stashed away.

And so the two of you found yourselves sitting on his 'balcony' (a little ledge, that you had to climb through a window to access, underneath the 'mystery shack' sign) forgoing glasses and passing the bottle between you.

"Must feel good to tell someone." Your words slurred as you laid on your spine, staring at the stars beyond the trees.

"It does." He took a sip. "Feel bad that it was you though."

You swivelled your neck to give him a confused face. He bellowed out a laugh. "Oit, don't laugh at me." Your socked toe jabbed his thigh.

Stan placed a hand over your foot, just holding it, forcing your hips to manoeuvre into a more comfortable position. You faced him as he watched the treeline. "Sorry to drag you into this."

"Sorry I didn't notice sooner." How didn't you? He was clearly Stan. There was nothing here that said Ford. "You're so obviously my Stan." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms in annoyance at yourself.

Stan's brows shot up and he turned to catch you grumbling at yourself. "Your Stan?"

Your eyebrows met and you scrunched your face in confusion again. "What?"

"You said 'my Stan'." His lips began to lift into the smuggest smirk as he leaned forward, entering your bubble. "I didn't realise I was your Stan."

"Shut up." You playfully pushed him away. "We're drunk, you don't know what you heard."

Stan didn't let up, instead he found your hand and intertwined your fingers. "I kinda like being someone's Stan." He spoke with a half shrug.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was this a dream fueled by your longing and whiskey? "Well, you know how I feel because you were spying on me! Pretending to be Ford to hear what I had to say about you!"

"Hey, I told you Stan liked you too!" He defended.

"Do-" You paused. When did the two of you get so close? You were nose to nose. "Does Stan still feel that w-"

You weren't given a chance to finish the question because his lips were on yours. He kissed you slowly, one palm on your cheek as the other wound around your spine, pulling you in close. Your hands were pinned against his chest as you kissed him back enthusiastically.

Stan's slow kisses morphed into an intense make out session as he ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you gave him access. His hands exploring all over your body, squeezing and caressing your sides and chest causing your spine to curve.

The two of you were buzzing and the kiss was a little sloppy but it was perfect. You wouldn't want it any other way.

He finally allowed the two of you a breather, kissing his way down your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh. You squirmed again, back arching as a whispered moan tumbled from you.

That sobered him up, Stan raised his head from your neck, looking down at you and saw the needy look in your eyes. "Maybe we should wait 'til we're not blitzed."

The automatic frown you wore had him chuckling as you pulled his face back to yours, kissing him with as much vigour as you could muster.

Stan bit your bottom lip and his fingers settled on your thighs, how he managed to find himself in between them he didn't know but you pulled him closer with your legs and he had to pinch himself.

This was real.

All the shit he had done.

Every scam, every fraud, every crime, everything.

And you still looked at him with those eyes.

Fuck.

Maybe he loved you.

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