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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫! | fushiguro tōji

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but you’re a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out about your little secret? You don’t even wanna know!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! succubus reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! reader + Toji are neighbors - age difference; reader is in late-20s + Toji is mid/late 40s - crushing/mutual pining - drug/alcohol usage - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping) - Daddy kink - sqǔitïng - anal play (m! receiving) - 69 + backshots + spooning + cowgirl positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - creampies - praise kink - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie) - implied marathon sex - mention of drool/spit, tears, and cum - not proofread; will do l8r.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: pulled this story out of my ass; I literally spent a whole single DAY dedicating to writing it. please enjoy, and tysm for 11.9k loveliesss ☆ love and appreciate u all !!

“…shit.”

There’s no way.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit��”

Of all days for this to happen.

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you can’t recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention,  it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction. 

That’s precisely why your old college besties – Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki – pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! “C’mo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!” “Yeah, y’know you’re my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!” The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm – the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.

The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your college companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess that’s what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.

However, when hope was lost, and you wouldn’t be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!

Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro

Yo. You home? I’m out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?

Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? …Yeah. 

But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. “Never took you fr’ one who drinks.” He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! “Neither one who gets drunk.”

“It wasn’t my fauuu~lt,” you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. “My fwiends, they forced me to–hic–to do it…”

“Mm, do your ‘fwiends’ always push you over to do things?” He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing. 

“When you’re the youngest of the group, they do.”

“Well, maybe I gotta get to know ‘em so they can push you into goin’ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidin’ me when I invite you over.”

“I don’t try to avoid you!” You sprout defensively. “And quit teasing me, Toji! You’re supposed’ta be on my side; I’m the victim here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say.” Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. “I’m here takin’ care of ya now, aren’t I, lil’ victim?”

A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. “Thank you,” you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you. 

“Y’re welcome,” he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television. 

You haven’t been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Don’t get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit. 

…But, there is one neighbor you could say you’re pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependable…Someone attractive that you’re on a mission not to stare too much.

Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete. 

“So, y’re the one movin’ ‘round here?” The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. “Nice to know there’s a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?” It’s how he asked – so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didn’t notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. “Welcome to the neighb’rhood, kid.” Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day. 

And it doesn’t get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the “Want me to do y’r lawn fr’ ya?” or the “House down the street’s havin’ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?” You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasn’t a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact “fr’ emergencies…or if ya need anythin’, shoot me a call,” how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you told…

Nonetheless, you can’t deny how much help he’s been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, he’s an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Toji’s someone you can admitlingly say you’d depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, it’s safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.

…Yet, what’s even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night you’ve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.

“You got somthin’ to say?”

“Huh?” You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. “N-No, I’m sorry.”

He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. “Oh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with y’re friends. Now y’re all shy because y’re stuck with me, huh?”

“T-That’s not true!” A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. “It’s just that…I’m sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.”

“Nah, don’t apologize,” his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. “Told ya I was around the area doing some shoppin’, so pickin’ ya up on my way back was easy.”

You take another sip of your water. “Shopping?” 

“Mm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out fr’ a bit and grab shit fr’ my daughter.” Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. “They’re at the house right now; saw ‘em after I dropped stuff at the house before bringin’ ya home.” 

You hum. “Sorry for stealin’ you from them for a bit.”

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Please, they probably don’t even know I’m gone. They’re big kids. Plus,” your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. “Now I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvin’ me and whatever this time.” 

“I’m not tryin’ to curve…”

“Yeah, yeah.” He goes back to massaging your feet.

“…Thanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. “You know I always got you…Say, did you hit y’r head somewhere?”

You blink, eyebrows furrow. “No? Why?”

He points to his temple. “Because I see like a lump right here.”

You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot he’s pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple. 

Oh, no.

Black eyebrows knit together. “You okay?”

Play it cool! “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You’re right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.” You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Toji’s lap and stand up from the couch. “I’ll put something on it to stop the swelling.” You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!

“Ya sure? Need me fr’ any—“ 

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Toji’s cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called “Megumi” was calling. Good, a distraction!

“N–No, no, I’m good from here.” You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. “J-Just stay here, I’ll be back!” You don’t even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you don’t pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. “God, please, not now, not today…!”

You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didn’t care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.

Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier.  “…shit.”

You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

It’s then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. You’ve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so you’re used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now! 

And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that you’re too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot you’re honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly. 

A womb tattoo!?!? 

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

“YO, HEY!” And just when it couldn’t get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, no— “I heard screamin’ and a big ‘boom,’ you alright? Where are y—“

Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.

You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot. 

Because this wasn’t the night for someone to find out you’re a succubus.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…”

“…”

“…So, what are you?” 

Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.

“…What happened to your phone call?”

“It was my kid. I told him to lock the door since I’ll be out a little longer. Don’t try and deflect,” his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. “How come I never seen these horns before?”

You sigh heavily; there’s no point in trying to divert now. “…I take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.”

“Daily?” He sees you nod through his peripheral. “Succubus…the hell’s that?”

“Basically, I’m a demon that…that…” Yeah, no, let’s not finish that. “Never mind.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” 

“D-Don’t worry about it, it’s not—“

“Look here,” he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. “I went ahead and picked y’re drunk butt up, made sure ya don’t puke up a storm, and now y’re here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.”

God, to be lectured by a human – totally humiliating…! “…I’m a demon that gets energy from…se–….sexu, uhh………..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.”

The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward. 

“Oh.”

…

“Oh.”

God, just kill me right now!

The older man forces a cough. “So, you…have sex every day?” You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.

“W-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I haven’t really…done it in a couple of years.” Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst! 

“Is that bad?”

“It’s, uhh…It can be?” 

“So, why haven’t you done it?”

“Because…!” You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. “I just…I don’t have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

“…Well,” Toji turns to face you. “Have you ever had the urge recently?”

“I-” Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. “Wh–What do you mean by that…”

He shrugs. “Like—you know what I mean—like, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to do…ya know, it?”

Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojo’s gaze on you is distinguished — gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question. 

“I…I, I don’t know.” It was another lie.

“Why’re you lyin’?”

“I’m not…!” Toji clicked his teeth with a face.

“Fine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doin’ it since ya moved here?” 

Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. “I-I…I don’t—“

“Ever thought of me?”

“Toji!” You shout defensively. Sure, it might’ve been out of line to ask. However, it’s the fact that he’s breaking your exterior with every question — because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing? 

“I’m not dumb.” You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. “You think I don’t notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when y’re lookin’ at me when you think I’m not aware’?” He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. “Or act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?” 

You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Toji’s palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where you’ve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things you’d want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things you’d like him to do to you — death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that he’s cornered you like this, and you’re too stunned to utter a word.

“It’s okay, though,” he whispers low now that he’s close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. “‘Cuz I love it when y’re all timid, can’t even look me in the face…Like now.”

You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. “Toji, please,” his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. “I’ll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this y’reself…Or,” he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. “I’ll stay with you and treat you to what y’ve been scared to ask fr’.”

“Toji, wait,” Fuck, you can’t remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.

“Say ‘no,’ princess.” You’re locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. “Or I’ll treat you right tonight.”

Perplexed eyes can’t move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happening…? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.

I…can’t…

His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close. 

I don’t…want to…

Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now — there’s no way!? This had to be a dream…! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now you’re kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring. 

He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby,” he coos to your sensitive ears. “Relax wit’ me.” You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt. 

“Toji, wait,” you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. “D-Don’t; I’m so sensi—Nmmm…!” Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. “Ahhh…hahhh…”

He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isn’t it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter. 

And fuuuuuuck, he’s such a good kisser — scratch that, he’s an AMAZING kisser! You’re practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. He’s not overpowering you in any way; if anything, he’s so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.

Then, you shrill unexpectedly. “…!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-don’t—don’t touch…Haahhh…”

“Oh? Well, lookie here.” Your ears perk at Toji’s chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. “All we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?”

Embarrassed? Of course, it’s been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Toji’s middle finger rubs on your panties. And let’s not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. “Ohhh, Toji…”

“Mmm? What is it, sweetie?” He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. “Feelin’ good down there?” He curls his middle and forefinger to push. “Got ya all excited?” He receives a confirmed hum. “Tell me how y’re feelin’.”

You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. “I-I’m feeling—shit…” he laughs lowly at your swearing. “Nnnm! You’re making me feel…so hot.”

“I can tell, you’re twitchin’ like crazy right on my fingertips.” His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. “Fuck, man…Hey, hold on, I wanna do somethin’.”

Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Toji’s erection in real-time. 

How long has it been since you’ve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly can’t recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crush’s solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.

“Like what ya see?” He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. “C’mere, mama.” Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. “Let’s warm up.” You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. “Damn, lookin’ all pretty and wet fr’ me.” 

It’s either the fact that Toj’s dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. “It’s been so long…Shit.”Toji’s hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation. 

Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. Damnit…I wanna taste him so bad…!!

“Go on, dollface,” Toji gives your butt a playful smack. “I know ya need this bad.” 

God, he’s so right — you need this; there’s no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Toji’s hold on you goes tighter. He’s sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.

Fuck, the taste of a cock — something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over. 

On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. It’s been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. It’s no secret that he’s had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.

The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.

“—Thhh, nmm!” Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. “Shiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like t—Mmngh! Christ, I’m gonna..fffuckin’ cum…”

But then, you remove yourself from Toji’s member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.

“Toji,” you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. “Please, I need it…Here,” you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. “Do it here, I need it inside…!”

You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” You nod impetuously. “Words, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.”

“Toji, pleeease…!” You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. “Please, put it in, I wanna feel it…!”

“Yeah, is that what my princess wants?” You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. “Does my demon baby want Daddy to mess y’r insides that bad?”

Oh, we’re playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! “Yess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right nooww…!”

He can’t hide the proud grin. “Good girl. Here,” Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. “Stay still, and lemme reward you,” his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you can’t regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? He’s gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for what’s to come because it’s been so. Damm. Long. How’s it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you a—

Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Toji’s tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldn’t say a word. Oh, fuck it’s in, it’s in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my God…!!

When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! You’re entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Toji’s veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once he’s encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. “—Oooh??!”

“—Mmngh!” Your quick spasm surprises Toji. “Ohhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me right…here?” He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. “Ahhn, God fucking damn i—Iisshhffuck, fuck, I can’t, gonna…Hnghh!”

Toji’s body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well you’re grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl. 

And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Toji’s dick. 

“Hah, haaaah, fuck,” he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, “Heh, actin’ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?” You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. “Don’t go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moanin’ seconds ago.”

Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s right, baby,” he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. “Arch more fr’ me, enjoy me—nmm…!—fuckin’ you real good.”

The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, “—Daahh, hoohhfuuc—D-Daddyyy, Daddyyy…!!” Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. “—Too much, ish t’oo muuuch…!”

Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. “Huh, ya say that, but y’re milkin’ my cock like crazy.” He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. “What, ya don’t like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?” 

“No, nooo!!” You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. “I loveee iit, I love this, love Daddy’s diick—Ahaaa!! More…I want moreee!” Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and you’ll be addicted for sure.

“Good,” he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you weren’t going to survive. “Because I ain’t done wit’ ya yet, princess.”

Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you don’t feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.

“Gahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,” eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. “Shhoo good, I fweel shoo gooood…! Harder, hardeeerr!” 

“—Khhck, goin’ as hard as I fuckin’ can!!” Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. “Jesus, this pussy, out of this fuckin’—Nnngh…world.”

You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each other’s mouth, and you helplessly suck on Toji’s after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Toji’s waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate. 

“—Taahhh, y-you, lil’ minx…!” He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. “Tryin’ ta make me cum again?”

You nod, breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Daddy, I’m so close…! Gonna come!”

“Me too, mama, me too…” 

Hot moans and groans fly out of each other’s mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming…!”

Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo you’ve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Toji’s member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older man’s heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.

Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.

Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. “Damn, that was good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Hmm, how ya feel—“

The onyx-haired man couldn’t finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood. 

You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the f—hold on— And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.

 “Sh-Shit, sweetie,” Toji’s hands come to your waist. “What’s up, aren’t y—“

“Sorry, Toji,” the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. “…That wasn’t enough.”

Wasn’t enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him: 

“The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

…Oh, shit. “Wait, we can talk about—“ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.

“You let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,” you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. “Feel so good…More, I want moreee…”

“C-C’mon now, baby, can’t we take a break for a minute at least—“You bring your face an inch away from his.

“Daddy,” your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. “Please take care of me like you promised, ‘kay?”

Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, he’s stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you weren’t the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on. 

Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddle…And shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!

Wow. Guess I’m dyin’ tonight.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I should be fuckin’ dead right now.

Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasn’t in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.

He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like I’ve lost all feelin’ in my legs; the man can’t even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if it’s nailed down. 

“Fuck, man.” His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, it’s not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so hea—

He doesn’t finish his sentence — the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left. 

He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh. 

Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Toji’s recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light — glad I ain’t dead, I guess.

Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.” Toji greets you.

“…”

“…”

In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. He’s a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. “T-Toji??” You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that you’re naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. “I–uhh–I’m so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didn’t mean to act weirdly on you with—Ooof?!”

“Relax,” he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. “Don’t talk so fast; my head’s poundin’ like crazy.”

You blink aimlessly, awkward now that you’re fully aware you’re in this man’s embrace. You can’t help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. “…You okay?”

“I feel like my life’s been drained by my dick,” he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. “Wakin’ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isn’t somethin’ I’d expect.” 

“……sorry.”

“It’s alright,” calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. “Had a good time either way. Wild, but good.”

“Really…?” 

“Really.” You probably shouldn’t have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. “How many times did we do it?”

“…Not sure,” long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant. 

“Me either. Does that happen often?”

“Sometimes? I guess it’s because I haven’t done it for a long time, so I went…off the rails because of the intensity.”

“Noted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethin’.”

“….Sorry.”

“Y’re good,” Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. “Tell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probably…twice a month, so it doesn’t get too crazy like last night. And don’t use y’re powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I don’t wan’ that.”

You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. “You don’t have to do that, Toji, I wouldn’t—“

“Nah, I’m down; it’s what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.” Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. “Like the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?”

Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. “Don’t say it like that, Toji!”

“Y’r tail seems to like it.”

“Stop it!”

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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ᢉ𐭩GOOD BOY(‘S) [1]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader (god damn)

Synopsis: been awhile since the invincible war ended. A few of them ended up being captured in your world and kept in the prisons. Cecil allows you to visit them and (clearly) has not a damn clue as to what you’re saying or doing with them. Usually, it’d be complete chaos and nothing would change or happen in the room. However, you finally try something new with them…all of them…(should be good to mention here that you have powers…if u didn’t you’d honestly be stupid going into that room with confidence 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Warnings: story will lead to smut, slightly suggestive, harsh words (like bitch, pussy, or slut), not proofread, some corny dialogue (bear with me pls)

W.c: 2,086 (rlly doing my big one)

A/N: (there’s alot I have to say so pls bear with me 😭) first off, thank all of u for all the constant support on my other fics and even my shitty little doodles I posted. Means a lot to me. This is my first series/series writing and it’s also the first fic I’ve made with multiple ppl speaking let alone mark variants. So I’m begging you, please bear with me. If anything is overly fucking terrible or bad feel free to dm me advice. Also I’ll be making a master list soon for all my writings. Or wtv. This is part one to the series and it’ll get super smutty in the next one so I hope u js enjoy this one for now. It’ll be meh…(I highkey think it’s bad but wtv)

Long after the Invincible War, you were still intrigued by all the versions of your boyfriend that had come into your world to reek havoc and chaos. Most were dead, some were in prison, and some were thrown into whatever place they went to. Being a superpowered scientist under Cecil had its perks–you got to not only examine and see these variants, but you also got to speak to them (only with the supervision of your world's Mark of course). Your visits grew more and more frequent to them, it went from once a month, to once a week, to 3 times a week. They had memorized the times you visited, the clack of your heels, and your pen clicking before you entered their cell each time.

Your Mark always complained–sometimes it was genuine concern for your safety and reasoning, other times, it was clear and blatant jealousy. 

“Why do you always want to go see those bastards, they almost destroyed the entire world. Not only that one of them almost crushed you to fucking death! If this gets too bad we're not seeing them again…” he was annoyed–making good and fair points. Sadly, you were too stubborn to attempt to listen to them. 

“You've almost crushed me to death before,” you said with a shrug as you kept walking down the long hall getting ready to get to the cell that held the marks. 

“WHAT!? When was this?” Mark had stopped for a second now having genuine concern as he hadn't remembered ever doing that. He tried his best to make sure you were protected from anything and everything.

“You crushed me plenty of times in bed–it's ok though because I've crushed you back just as much so we're even.” you had one smug ass smirk on your face seeing Mark's annoyed one before you two finally made it to the room. Before you could swipe your keycard to enter the room, Mark grabbed your arm having you stop and listen to what he had to say. “I'm serious babe…let them get out of line and we aren't seeing them again, they'll just rot in here till Cecil finds something to do with them.” 

You used your free hand, swiping the keycard as the door opened. You turned to your mark lifting his chin with your pen as he looked prepared to hear whatever you had to say. 

“I will decide when this research is over. However, you know if you want it to truly end and for me to stay out of this cell, you would only need to tell Cecil you won't accompany me anymore. Until you do that…we're continuing.” 

You were stern and stubborn, meaning every single word you said. You finally pulled the pen down—giving his cheek a soft kiss before walking into the cell.

“Well, we see who wears the pants in your little relationship.” The mark with the mohawk said before he just started laughing trying to bother and mock your mark as best as he could. 

“Hey well at least I get to leave here, I'm not locked in a fucking cell with my arms hanging up!” your mark snarled back–getting closer to Mohawk Mark as they glared each other down.

Sinister Mark cut into the conversation, having a lot worse to say about your mark and his “submission” to you. 

“Hey, does she fuck you too? I just wanna get a full scope on how pussy you are! God, you're pathetic…weak…” 

They were being little assholes ganging up against your mark, all besides the viltrumite one. He was just silent, observing your behaviors. As those 3 bickered,  you walked up to him with crossed arms.

“Nothing to say?” You asked leaning in closer to his face. He backed up as best as he could, struggling to even move a bit because of his restraints but he found small ways. 

“No…bitch…” he said before scrunching up his lips. You just leaned into him closer and closer knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “Don’t your people have a thing for respecting higher-ups? Am I not higher up right now?” You were absolutely smug watching as his expression kind of dropped. He knew you were right and he hated every bit about it. 

The cell was silent now…the other marks wondered why he stopped fighting back, falling silent. 

“Don’t tell me you're all pussy now too!?” Mohawk Mark had said in a snarky tone. Your mark was walking up to you to pull you back from him. You raised your hand stopping him from coming closer as you used your other hand, softly rubbing viltrumite Mark'sk'sace. 

He jolted from your touch for a second—not being used to anything like it at all. However, he had been in that cold cell for days, weeks even, with no warmth whatsoever. He melted into your hand as you kept rubbing it softly—he felt odd…like he had never felt before. He released soft huffs the whole time until you finally stepped back. 

“W..wait-“ he exclaimed trying to get your attention again. Before he could even say what he wanted, sinister Mark butted in.

“What the hell did you just do to him!? He’s never been like that ever!” 

Your mark wanted to be filled in as well, waiting for your response.

“I just touched 'em relax.” You were honestly shocked yourself. 

“C'monn…let’s go, your mark said wanting to get the hell out of there. The other marks were getting angry and you were touching another mark…one that wasn’t yours—it made him a bit jealous. 

                                      

“Wait wait…I wanna something…” you said with a grin as you rushed to Mohawk Mark. He looked a bit annoyed but intrigued. You drew closer and closer as the other marks watched once again—it’s all they could do…

“Listen whore, I’m not your mark…so hands off.” He said in a snarky tone. You just kept moving your hands towards his face not giving a damn, you were testing every ounce of patience he had.

“I will fucking bite you! I promise it…” Mohawk Mark tried to move his head back as quickly as he could to get away from your hand. Eventually, it landed right on his forehead before moving upward, softly stroking his hair. He tried to bite you for a second so you used your powers. With a hard glare from your eyes, his body was paralyzed in mere seconds as you rubbed it softly. You released your hold on his body just as fast as you used it.

You kept stroking his head, you saw him moving his head forward as best as he could so you could keep going. Your other hand reached up to his face, squishing it softly before you began to stroke it. He let out a noise of pure satisfaction…a soft moan. As soon as he realized, you backed up satisfied with your work on his behavior. He went from snarling and snapping to melting in your hand.

Your mark grabbed your shoulder, making a notation to get the hell out of there. You just gave him a soft kiss trying to keep him satisfied as you had one more mark to deal with. You knew your mark was getting jealous quickly so you had to hurry it up.

As soon as you walked over to sinister mark in his restraints he spat on your face. The other marks watched waiting to see what happened your mark dashed over to you as he began a screaming match with sinister mark. 

Ignoring them and all their noise, you just spat right back on his face as the room fell silent. You were even now—the only difference was you could wipe the spit off of your face but he couldn’t get it off of his. Your hand reached up to his face as he prepared to bite you but you flicked his nose before continuing. You rubbed his hair—making it messy in mere seconds before you looked him dead in the eyes, smiling warmly.

“I promise you, if you ever spit on my face again I will break your face in.”

Your mark was just frozen in the spot waiting for this interaction to finish. Sinister Mark's eyes widened a bit before going back to normal—he was surprised at how you could look so gentle while threatening him. 

“Yes bitch…” he said in a snarky tone trying to get some power back in the situation. You smiled before pinching and twisting at his nose. He couldn’t do a single damn thing about it.

“Huh? What’d you say?” You waited for him to change his manner of speaking. Your mark reached to pull your arm down as you 2 shared a look. He was trying to figure out what you were even doing but you gave him a glance that said you could handle it.

“Yes…ma’am” sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone this was basically his version of surrendering defeat. Your hand went to his face stroking it just like you did to the others. At first he acted like he didn’t give a single fuck about you or your touch—seconds later he was melted into your cheek moving his own face to have it happen faster. You stroked his face slower and began scratching his hair as Mohawk Mark began complaining how that wasn’t fair. Sinister mark was losing himself—lifting his chin to have that touch and rubbed to. He bit his lip trying to keep in any sounds he would’ve made but eventually one slipped out.

“F…fuck…” he moaned out roughly before you moved your hand away from him

“Good boy.” You said back with bliss in your voice. You honestly felt aroused by the fact you had 4 Marks folding for you just at the simple touch of your hand and sternness in your voice.

“God…what did she do to us…” Viltrumite Mark said sounding embarrassed or even frustrated that that even happened. The other Marks (sinister and Mohawk) just told him to “fuck off” as they kept their heads down in a bit of shame. They were absolutely in shock at how they folded that fast but knew they wanted more. They were pissed that they clearly weren’t getting more.

You had them fold enough for the day. Plus, your Mark looked like he wanted to snap sinister Mark's neck for spitting on you. He was tired of being in that damn room for the day. Your mark grabbed you by the waist giving you a look that said “You needed to leave” You just nodded and let him lead you out of the cell. You and your mark left the cell making your way out of the building. Mark was flying you 2 home as he wanted to talk about what the hell happened. 

“So…what was that..” he asked in a genuine and jealous tone. He wanted to know what was up with all of it. Why did you guys keep going back, why were you touching them, how did you make them fold that easily? He wanted answers…

“Honestly…I don’t know. I didn't even think it’d work on the viltrumite one but as soon as it did I just had to try it on the rest of them and it worked. Guess you’re just weak for me in every universe?” You gave the best answer you could to your mark waiting for his response.

“Not gonna lie…I was a bit jealous. They practically killed everyone and now they wanted to fold just cause you touched them!” Mark exclaimed before you kissed his face softly. He had calmed down quickly just from your lips. 

“Relax... you're the one who gets to take me home. You win either way. However...I do need you to take me back there tomorrow. It’s something I wanna do with you there. All of you…” you had something a little sinister and against the rules on your mind.

“Again!? What is it…I’m so sick of that place…” your mark wanted to know what you’d do if you went back. He was tired of going there and honestly was ready to never go back again. However, he was trying his best to trust your judgment and see where it’d go. 

“Don’t worry about it…just know that you’ll have fun. All of you, trust me. You said with a smile before Mark finally landed, bringing you two to your house. You had plans…foul plans…and you couldn’t wait to put them into action tomorrow. 

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ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

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suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

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Hiii

Can I req with,second years and rollo(ıf you do him too) seeing a nightmare about readers's death and visits/texts them late at night?

Nightmare

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years -silver, rollo (sorry)

✦Nightmares, Dream deaths, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Dealing with guilt, Minor blood, Mentions of death

Riddle Rosehearts

The Nightmare

The Heartslabyul garden was on fire.

Red roses melted to ash. The sound of cracking porcelain echoed through the rose maze like the breaking of something delicate, final.

He ran. Breathless. The maze twisted around him, thorns clawing at his clothes.

And then he saw you.

Slumped over a broken chair, your uniform bloodied at the shoulder. Eyes glassy. Lips parted as though you’d been trying to call for him.

He dropped to his knees, hands trembling as he cupped your face. “No. No, this isn’t right. You were just here. You were fine.”

You didn’t respond.

A rose fell from your chest crushed and wilted. The last bloom of the garden, smeared in red. “This isn’t in the rules. This…this wasn’t supposed to happen—!”

He screamed your name.

And you didn’t answer.

He Wakes Up

Riddle shot upright in bed, drenched in sweat, gasping like he'd clawed his way out of drowning. The room was still. Too quiet.He looked around, unsure of what century he was in until the familiarity of his bedroom walls brought him crashing back to reality.

His heart was hammering in his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest.

He scrambled out of bed and reached for his phone. The clock read 3:24 AM. He didn’t care.

The Message

Riddle: Are you awake?
Riddle: I… apologize for the hour. I just
Riddle: Please, I need to know you’re alright.

Seconds felt like centuries.

Then the phone buzzed.

You: i’m okay!! just a little groggy hehe. what’s wrong, riddle?

Riddle: I had a dream.
Riddle: A nightmare, rather. About you.
Riddle: You… weren’t alive in it.

You: oh, riddle… i’m sorry you had to see that

Riddle: No. I’m sorry.
Riddle: I care for you more than I’ve ever admitted. And losing you, even in a dream, was more terrifying than I can explain.

You: i’m here, Riddle. really. if you want to talk, i’ll stay up

Riddle: …Would you mind if I came over?
Riddle: I need to see you. Just for a minute. To know you’re really alright.

You: door’s unlocked. i’ll make tea.

He was out of his room in less than thirty seconds.

At Ramshackle

You opened the door, eyes sleepy, hair tousled, but smiling. Riddle didn’t hesitate. He dropped his decorum and wrapped his arms around you, tight, desperate.You froze only a second before hugging him back.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Not even in my sleep.”

“Then I guess I’m safe forever,” you murmured.

And just like that, the burning roses of his nightmare were replaced by the soft warmth of your embrace.

Ruggie Bucchi

The Nightmare

Ruggie was running.

Through winding alleys, hot sand kicking under his heels, the sound of shouting guards echoing behind him.A bag clutched to his chest, stolen food, maybe some coin, the usual. Easy snatch. In and out. No big deal.

But this time, the streets were unfamiliar. And the sky was wrong.

Too red.

Too still.

He ducked into an old storage barn and slammed the door behind him, panting. He grinned to himself, chest rising and falling. “Got it. Piece of cake.”

“Ruggie?”

Your voice.

He turned, grin wide, but it faded the moment he saw your expression. You weren’t smiling. Your eyes were wide with fear. And your hands were bound. Before he could move, someone behind you spoke.

“You take what's not yours,” said the voice cold. “So we take what's precious to you.”

A masked figure stepped into view.

Ruggie dropped the bag and lunged. “Take your hands off!”

But he didn’t make it in time.

A flash of silver.

A gasp.

Your knees buckled.

And blood bloomed like a red flower across your chest. You reached for him with trembling fingers. “Ruggie…”

And then… You were gone.

He Wakes Up

Ruggie shot up in bed with a ragged yell, his shirt soaked through, hand instinctively grabbing the edge of the blanket like it was your arm he failed to catch. His throat was dry. His heart hammered like it wanted out of his chest.

He looked around. Quiet dorm room. No guards. No sand. No blood. Just a nightmare. But it felt real. Too real. He scrambled for his phone with shaking fingers.

The Message

Ruggie: hey. u awake?

You: mhm yeah, what’s up? you ok?

Ruggie: bad dream
Ruggie: i stole something and they… they punished me by hurting you
Ruggie: i couldn’t stop it. i couldn’t even move
Ruggie: y/n i’m so sorry

You: ruggie it was just a dream
You: i’m okay, i swear. you didn’t do anything wrong

Ruggie: doesn’t matter
Ruggie: i knew this would happen someday. karma, right? thought i could keep my tricks to myself. but they’d get you too


You: you’re not a bad person. you’ve survived. that’s different.
You: please come over. or i’m coming to you

Ruggie: i’ll be there

At Ramshackle

He didn’t knock. He didn’t say anything.Just opened the door and nearly fell into your arms. You held him tightly, even as he clung to you like you were his only lifeline.

“I don’t ever want my choices to put you in danger,” he whispered. “You mean too much to me.”

You pulled back to cup his face. “Then don’t push me away when you’re scared,” you said softly. “You don’t have to carry guilt alone. Especially over something that didn’t even happen.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, tension slowly bleeding from his body. “You’re real, right?”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Real as ever. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Azul Ashengrotto

The Nightmare

Azul stood behind the bar in the Mostro Lounge, pristine as ever. You were across from him, leaning with that warm smile that always disarmed him, talking about your day, your laugh bright, your voice soft.

He poured you a cup of tea, his hands trembling slightly, though he tried not to show it. “You truly do trust me, don’t you?” he asked.

You tilted your head, amused. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

His smile twitched. Because he wasn't worthy of your trust.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed. The Lounge cracked and shifted like glass. A dark presence pooled around the corners of the room, growing heavy and wet, like water pressing in from all sides. Azul blinked and in the next instant, you were on the other side of a contract table in the vip room. A parchment lay in front of you. Your name already scrawled in ink.

“Azul?” you said. “What is this?”

He stepped forward. “No… don’t sign it. Don’t read it!”

But your hand moved without permission, fingers trailing across the lines.The moment your touch reached the signature, chains shot up from the floor, binding your wrists and ankles.

You screamed as darkness wrapped around you, dragging you under. “Azul, help me!”

He reached… But tentacles wrapped around his arms, dragging him back. “This is your doing,” said a cold voice… his own overblotted self looming over him. “You’re always making deals. You’ll always lose what matters most.”

Your form sank beneath the inky waters of the contract, screaming his name until it faded. And he couldn’t even scream back.

He Wakes Up

Azul gasped awake, clawing at his sheets, chest heaving. He was in his room.

Safe. Dry. Alone.

But his heart was pounding like it was being chased. His face was pale and clammy, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes. He looked at the clock. 3:19 a.m.

His hands were shaking. He didn’t want to sleep again. He couldn’t.

The Message

Azul: Forgive the hour, but… are you awake?

You: I am now, what's wrong?

Azul: I had a nightmare
Azul: You were taken from me. I… I let it happen. I caused it. You trusted me and I failed you.

You: Azul, no.
You: You’d never let that happen. That’s not you. You’re the one who always protects me.

Azul: I don’t know if I deserve that kind of trust
Azul: You don’t know what I’ve done

You: I don’t care about your past. You always do the right thing now. You’ve grown. You’d never let anyone hurt me.

Azul: I’d give up everything to keep you safe

You: You don’t have to give up anything. Just come here or I’ll come to you.

At Your Door

Azul didn’t knock. He hesitated in the hall, adjusting his pajama even though they didn’t need adjusting, trying to steady his breath.

You opened the door, your hair messy from sleep, your eyes still soft with concern.

He looked down. “I… didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

You reached for him immediately, pulling him into a hug, warm and grounding. “Then don’t be,” you said. “Not ever.”

Azul relaxed into your arms like the nightmare had no weight anymore.

And as you held him, he realized that maybe…for once… he didn’t need a contract or a promise to know something was real.

He just needed you.

Floyd Leech

The Nightmare

The water was red. Not normal red, not a coral bloom but thick, sticky red that clouded the sea like poison. Floyd floated there, numb.

“Shrimpy?”He turned his head.

You were in his arms. Limp. Pale. Barely breathing. A slash ran across your side, deep, pulsing with bubbles. He looked down. His hands were claws. And they were stained… stained with your blood.

You were smiling through the pain. “It’s okay, Floyd. You didn’t mean to. I know you didn’t mean to…”

“No. No, no, I…I didn’t—!” He gripped your shoulders, frantic. “Why aren’t you healing?! I said I’m sorry! C’mon, shrimpy! You gotta snap out of it!” His hands shaking. “I didn’t mean to!! I was just holding you… please wake up”

But your body floated away, arms open, hair drifting like seaweed.

And Floyd? He sank.

He Wakes Up

The scream ripped out of his throat before he was even fully awake. “SHRIMPY!”

Floyd jolted upright in the darkness, panting, sweat clinging to his skin. His mattress creaked beneath him from the force of his panic.

Jade was already sitting up in his own bed across the room, calm and alert despite the hour. “Another nightmare?”

Floyd didn’t answer. He was clawing at his arms, like he could tear away the feeling of blood that wasn’t there. “I killed them.” His voice broke. “I killed Shrimpy. I saw it. I…my claws—”

“Floyd,” Jade said gently, “it wasn’t real.”

“But it felt real! Too real…”

He stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. He was never one to admit fear, but this was different. This wasn’t fear. This was guilt.

He couldn’t sit still. He threw off his covers and scrambled for his phone with shaking fingers, muttering under his breath the whole time. “Please pick up. Please pick up, Shrimpy…”

The Call

You answered after two rings. “Floyd? It’s like… 4 AM. What’s wrong?”

His voice cracked. “You’re okay?”

“...Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I hurt you,” he said, and you could tell he was pacing. “I saw it. In my dream. My hands… they tore you open. You were bleeding out in the sea and you were smiling at me like it was fine.”

“Floyd, it was just a dream—”

“But what if I really hurt you one day? What if… You know how I get when I’m not thinkin’. What if I lose you…?”

You were quiet for a moment, then said softly “Come over.”

“But—”

“Floyd. I trust you. You’re not alone. You’re not a monster. Just get here. Let me show you I’m okay.”

At Ramshackle

He practically crashed through the door, hoodie thrown over his pajamas, slippers slapping against the wood floors.

You met him in the hall, and he immediately wrapped you up in a suffocating hug. “You’re warm,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “Not cold like in the water.”

“Told you. I’m here. Alive. Not scared of you.”

“But you should be,” he whispered.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “No, Floyd. You’re a storm sometimes, sure, but you’ve never hurt me. Not really. Not where it counts.”

He stared at you like you were the sun rising after a hurricane. Then he pulled you close again and buried his face in your neck. “...Don’t go dying on me, okay? I’d lose it. For real this time.”

“I’ll stay right here,” you whispered. “You won’t lose me.”

Jade Leech

The Nightmare

The mountain air was thin. You were laughing, ahead of him on the narrow trail, backpack swinging as you balanced precariously on a ledge of slick moss covered stone.

Jade called after you, voice calm but firm. “Careful. It’s steeper than it looks.”

“Come on, Jade! Don’t tell me you brought me all the way up here to walk like a snail!”You winked. That impish grin.

He smiled, too. He liked that about you, your spark, your stubbornness. It made the long hike feel less lonely.

But the rain started earlier than forecasted. The rocks grew slick. The wind picked up.

He reached out a hand. “Let me help you down.”

You looked over your shoulder.

One step.

One wrong step.

And the ground disappeared beneath you. “Jade—!”

He lunged. Fingers grazed your sleeve. But he was too slow. You vanished into the gorge, the trees swallowing your scream.

He didn’t scream. He just stood there, unmoving, as the rain continued to fall and soak his outstretched hand.

He Wakes Up

Jade opened his eyes to the sound of Floyd snoring in his bed. Their shared dorm room was dim, a soft glow from the lamps casting wavering shadows across the walls.

His breathing was too shallow. His chest too tight. He sat up, silently pushing his covers aside, and slid off the bed. Even after his feet touched the floor, he felt like he was still on that trail, like the echo of your fall was still ringing in his ears.

The Message

He didn't want to wake Floyd. Didn’t want his brother to ask questions or make noise or crack a joke that he couldn’t handle. So he texted you instead.

Jade: I hope I am not disturbing your rest.
Jade: I… had a rather unpleasant dream involving you.
Jade: May I ask for reassurance that you are well?

You: hey hey i’m ok i promise!! 
You: are you okay? you don’t text like this unless something’s really wrong…

Jade: We were hiking. The weather changed. You fell. I couldn’t save you.
Jade: I was the one who invited you.
Jade: The one who watched you fall.
Jade: I am not sure I have ever felt that kind of fear before.

You: jade… it’s just a dream.
You: you’d never let that happen. you’re the safest person i know.
You: want to come over? i’ll make tea and you can talk. or we don’t have to talk at all.

Jade: …I would like that.
Jade: Thank you.

At Ramshackle

He arrived, hair messy and pajama wrinkled, but the moment he saw you, alive, warm, smiling, something behind his eyes cracked just slightly.

You poured him tea. He accepted it with a quiet “thank you.” Then you guided him to sit beside you on the couch.

After a pause, he said softly “There is a particular kind of terror in losing someone due to your own invitation. To know your influence… your desire… placed them in danger.”

You gently slid your fingers into his, reassuring. “You’re not a danger, Jade. You’re my safe place. I’d follow you anywhere.”

A breath caught in his throat. He squeezed your hand just a little tighter. “Even if the trail gets steep?”

“Even then.”

And for the first time that night, Jade smiled, genuine, quiet, and shaken down to his soul.

Kalim Al-Asim

The Nightmare

It was a party. Colorful lanterns floated overhead, silks billowed in the warm breeze, and music danced through the palace. Kalim was laughing, twirling you in his arms as guests clapped and cheered. “See? Told you I’d make this the best night ever!”

You beamed up at him. “I never doubted you.”

Then came the fireworks. Gold and red burst over the sky, the crowd gasping in awe. You let go of Kalim’s hand to run toward the edge of the balcony for a better view. “Look at that!”

He turned to say something, something silly, something sweet. But then the edge cracked. And you slipped.

There was no scream. Just a sudden, too loud silence.

He ran.

The crowd was frozen.No one moved. Everyone was too distracted by the fireworks on the sky.

When he reached the ledge and looked down… looking at your blood covered body. There was only the sound of fireworks.

Still exploding.

Still celebrating.

While you’re bleeding out.

And he was left. “No—no no no, come back! Please! I didn’t mean for this—I just wanted to make you smile—! Please! Someone help!! please!!”

But the sky lit up with color, and no one heard him crying. No one heard him yelling for help, he just watched how the life left your body.

He Wakes Up

Kalim’s eyes shot open, wide with panic, chest heaving. His sheets were tangled around his legs, soaked with sweat. He sat up too fast and nearly fell out of bed. “Y/N—?!”

No answer. Just the dark. Just silence.

His heart pounded painfully in his ribs. He had to make sure. Had to see you. Had to hear your voice. Right now.

The Message

Kalim: Y/N!! Are you okay?! Please tell me you’re okay!

You: kalim?! what happened? are YOU okay? it’s like 3am

Kalim: I had a really bad dream!! Like really bad. You fell off the palace balcony during a party and I couldn’t catch you. I threw a party for you and it killed you. You died because of me.

You: kalim no baby you could never. i’m okay. i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.
You: do you want to come over?

Kalim: Yes. Please. I don’t care if it’s late… I just wanna see you.

At Ramshackle

He didn’t even wait for a magic carpet. He ran. Barefoot, in pajama, hair a wild mess from tossing and turning. Jamil would scold him later, but right now, only you mattered.

You opened the door to find him breathless, teary eyed. “You’re alive,” he whispered.

“Always,” you smiled. “Especially for you.”

He hugged you so tightly you squeaked, burying his face in your neck. “I don’t care how happy I want to make people,” he said. “If it ever means losing you, it’s not worth it.”

You stroked his back gently. “You’ll never lose me, Kalim. You bring light to my world, not danger.”

“I promise I’ll be careful from now on,” he sniffled. “Even if it means tying a rope around us every time we dance.”

“Only if it’s a pretty rope.”

He laughed weakly. “Deal.”

Jamil Viper

The Nightmare

It started in Scarabia. Quiet. Too quiet. Jamil moved through the halls like a shadow, searching for you, he was sure you had been here. The last thing he remembered was your voice, teasing him about sneaking mango tarts from the kitchens. Then… a sharp pain in his head. Like a split. Like something cracking inside.

He turned a corner, and there you were. But you were backed against a wall. Crying. Terrified. Facing…

Him.

Or, rather, someone who looked like him. His overblot form. The twisted, sneering image of himself, hovering over you like a serpent, eyes glowing with that sick, hypnotic.

“Jamil,” you whispered. “Help me…”

He tried to run forward. To get between you and the monster. But his feet were stuck. His body didn’t move.

The overblot laughed. His own voice bitter. “There’s no saving them, you know. You’re me. You let this happen.”

“No,” Jamil choked. “That’s not me anymore—!”

But it was too late. The monster raised a hand, a ripple of dark magic forming at the fingertips. “They trusted you.”

“Please, stop—!”

“And you led them to their death.”

The spell hit you. And the last thing he saw was your silhouette, face full of betrayal… before the shadows swallowed you whole.

And he stood frozen. Unable to do anything. Again. His overbolt self smiled at him “It’s pathetic that you believed that your deserves anything after what you done”

He Wakes Up

Jamil jolted upright in bed, chest heaving, soaked in cold sweat. His hand flew to his face, just to feel that it was hishand. Human.. Not twisted. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

But the echo of your final scream still rang in his ears like a blade scraping bone. He stared at his trembling hands.

And then he grabbed his phone.

The Message

Jamil: Are you awake?

You: i am now lol. everything ok?

Jamil: I had a nightmare. You… died.
Jamil: Because of me.
Jamil: Because of my overblot.

You: jamil… it’s okay. that wasn’t you. It’s over.
You: and i’m right here, promise. do you want to come over?

Jamil: No.
Jamil: I mean, yes. But I shouldn’t. Not after what I saw.
Jamil: I’m not safe to be around.

You: do you think i’m scared of you?
You: you’d never hurt me. you’ve only ever protected me.
You: please come over. let me prove you’re still you.

At Ramshackle

He hesitated at your doorstep. Even when you opened the door, he flinched when you hugged him, arms hovering like he didn’t trust himself to hold you without hurting.

You pulled back gently and placed his hand over your heart.“Feel that?”

He nodded.

“It’s still beating,” you whispered.

Jamil’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “I don’t want to become something that destroys you.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “Then don’t. Stay here. Stay soft. Stay Jamil.”

He closed his eyes, hands finally steady as he wrapped them around your waist. “If I ever lost you like that… I wouldn’t survive it.”

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere, huh?”

He exhaled. Slowly. And for the first time since waking, he started to believe it.

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I suffered with this one but I did it!!!!! Sorry but no Silver this time 🛐 and I still can’t write with Rollo 😭!!

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“So you’re that dead kid everyone’s talking about.”

Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. “You can pick up the glass.”

“Wait, I’m just here to-”

“Bother me when I’m working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.”

Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoiler’s bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.

“I’ll help clean if you answer some questions!” Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Danny’s managed to gather. He nodded.

“Alright. At least you’re helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.”

Spoiler snorted. “I’m Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?”

“Sure. I don’t really care what his name is,” which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. It’s just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldn’t clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. “But if I catch him leaving shit in the waters again…”

Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.

“Whatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?”

“I'm pretty sure that's evidence?!”

“If you could call it that.” Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.

“So, what brings you to Gotham?”

Danny pointed at the water. “Came for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.”

“You go to school?”

“Hey, that’s discriminatory.”

“Oops! No, sorry! I meant-”

Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, what’s the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?

“It’s fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?”

Even if Danny wasn’t too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?

"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"

Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"

"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"

"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."

Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."

Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."

"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.

'Careful,' Black Bat signed.

"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"

Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.

'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.

"You know sign language?"

"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."

He knew ghost-sign first, after all.

"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."

----

Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.

"You two can come back anytime."

Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.

"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."

"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"

"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."

Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.

----

"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"

Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.

"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."

"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.

"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"

"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.

"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.

"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"

"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Player of the Match 2/3

Summary : She’s the most dominant player in women’s volleyball and media favorite known for her killer serves and perfectly styled hair. She’s also a massive Formula 1 fan. More specifically, an Oscar Piastri fan.

Oscar has no idea… until Lando shows him an interview of her revealing her crush.

Pairing : Oscar Piastri x volleyball player!reader

Genre : SMAU, fluff, request

Face claim : Duru Türknas

Series : Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Main Masterlist

@_oscarpiastri

My summer pics☀️

@_lando your welcome for the pic recos 🤝🔥

@_oscarpiastri I don't know what you are talking about

@_user1 ummm who are you trying to impress exactly Mr. Piastri??? 👀

@_user2 she’s somewhere SWEATING rn I just know it 😭😭😭

@_user3 this is not the same man who captions podium pics with “decent race.”

@_user4 “my summer pics” YEAH OK WHO IS SHE

@_user5 suddenly the shyness is GONE. the shirt is almost gone. the internet is UNWELL.

@_user6 oh we lost soft Oscar. this one takes yacht thirst traps 😭

@_user7 what did lando do to him ?

Oscar had never been fifteen minutes early to a dinner in his life, but tonight he was. He was already seated at the small corner table of the restaurant he had researched for nearly an hour: modern Italian, quiet atmosphere, warm lighting, tucked just off a leafy street in Rome. A place that looked romantic without trying too hard. He hoped.

His foot tapped against the floor under the table. His water glass was already half-empty. Every time the door opened, his head snapped up.

Then she walked in. She scanned the restaurant, eyes moving quickly, until they landed on him.

She smiled.

And he forgot how to breathe.

He shot up, nearly bumping the table. "Hey! You...you made it. Not that I thought you wouldn’t. I just..."

She laughed, walking over, her heels quiet on the floor. "Hi, Oscar. You look... nervous."

"That’s because I am. This is not my natural environment."

"You mean, anywhere without a helmet on?"

He grinned. "Exactly."

They sat. A server came and took their drink orders, mercifully buying him time to figure out how to exist like a normal person.

She looked around. "This place is beautiful. You picked it?"

"Yeah," he said, a little too fast. "I wanted to find somewhere… calm. Not too crowded. Just... nice."

"Well, mission accomplished."

Their menus stayed closed for a while.

"I still can’t believe we’re doing this," she admitted, fingers lightly playing with the edge of her napkin.

"Same. A week ago I didn’t know you existed. Now I can't stop thinking about you."

Her eyes grow bigger "You think about me ?"

Oscar froze mid-sip. "I mean yeah...sometimes. But you can't tell me a thing miss "I have a secret not so secret crush."

"Okay, that’s fair," she laughed, eyes sparkling. "But you’re not exactly subtle either. I saw your last post."

His ears went bright red. "It wasn’t...Lando helped pick those. Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Okay. He picked all of them."

She laughed, leaning slightly over the table. "Well, tell him he did good. But next time, if you want, I could help."

Oscar smiled so hard it hurt. "Are you flirting with me again?"

"I never stopped."

Their fingers brushed on the table. He didn’t move his hand.

Neither did she.

Food came and went, but the conversation never slowed. They talked about everything, her season, his most stressful races, the worst flights they’d taken, the way fame was sometimes a prison and sometimes the best excuse to hide.

"I’ve never met someone who gets it without explaining it," she said softly, swirling the last of her wine.

"Me neither. It’s weird. But good."

Later he offered to pay before she could even reach for her card.

"Oscar..."

"I want to," he said gently. "I asked you out. Let me."

She gave in with a small smile. "Fine. But I’m paying next time."

His heart skipped. "There’s a next time?"

"Obviously."

He walked her home, just a ten-minute stroll through quiet streets under warm lights. Neither of them said much for the first few minutes. It was the comfortable kind of silence.

When they reached her building, she turned to face him.

"Thank you," she said. "For dinner. For everything. This was..."

"Unexpectedly perfect?" he offered.

"Exactly that."

Then she smiled and slipped inside, Oscar stood there on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, still grinning to himself like he’d just won a race.

@_volley_yn

Had a very perfect night last night.

@_user1 WHO is the man in pic 6. WHO. IDENTIFY HIM IMMEDIATELY

@_user2 not her soft-launching a perfect night and dropping nothing but breadcrumbs??? be serious 😭

@_user3 wait the white shirt… IS THAT OSCAR

@_user4 the man has the SAME HANDS as Oscar Piastri i’m screaming

@_user5 you look soooooo in love girl

@_user6 the way she looks in these pics… oh yeah. he’s winning

@_user7 i need a HARD launch. like tomorrow. don’t play with us

@_user8 girl the caption, the glow, the outfit, the mystery man… I KNOW HE’S F1 AND I KNOW HE’S AUSTRALIAN

The thud of volleyballs echoed through the court like a drumbeat, rhythmic and sharp. She tossed her ponytail tighter, exhaling as she caught a pass and set it again without thinking. Her legs moved on instinct, but her head wasn’t in it. Not today.

“Okay, pause,” Sofia said, grinning as she jogged over from the other side of the net. “You’ve been zoning out since warm-up.”

A few of the other girls were already circling. Francesca smirked. “She had her date last night, remember?”

“Ohhh right!” Ana clapped her hands dramatically. “The F1 guy! Oscar, right? Spill. Now.”

She groaned and covered her face with both hands. “Guys, no. It’s not a big deal.”

Francesca pulled her arms down. “Lie again and I’m spiking a ball at you.”

She hesitated. “It was… good. He picked a really nice place. Fancy but not too much. He was early. He stood up when I arrived, like...”

“Like a gentleman?” Elena teased.

She smiled despite herself. “Yeah. That.”

Ana leaned in. “So? What else? Did he kiss you?”

The pause was too long.

“No,” she admitted. “He didn’t.”

Francesca frowned. “Did he at least hold your hand?”

“No.”

“What? Not even, like, walking you to your door and pulling the slow lean-in?” Ana looked scandalized.

“He offered to walk me home,” she said quickly. “He paid for dinner. He was really sweet, actually.”

“So what’s the problem?” Francesca tilted her head.

She hesitated, swallowing hard. “What if he’s just being nice?”

They all blinked.

Elena stepped forward. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged, adjusting her kneepads. “I mean… I talked about him in interviews. Everyone knows I’m a fan. What if this is just some weird ‘make a fan’s dream come true’ mission? Like he’s being polite. Friendly.”

Francesca looked genuinely confused. “But he took you on a real date. Reserved a table. Bought you food. Walked you back. That’s not fan service.”

“He never tried anything,” she said quietly. “Not even a touch. Not even a 'see you soon' text this morning.”

“You wanted him to try something?” Ana asked, voice half-shocked, half-thrilled.

She groaned again. “Maybe? I don’t know. Before I met him it was just admiration. I thought he was cute, talented. But now…” she trailed off, eyes fixed on the net. “Now I actually like him. And that scares me.”

The girls grew quiet for a beat.

Francesca finally broke it. “Sweetheart… guys like Oscar don’t go out of their way for girls they’re not interested in. You don’t book a restaurant, you don’t walk someone home just to be polite.”

Elena nodded. “He was probably just being respectful. Not everyone goes in for the kiss on date one.”

“Especially if he knows you like him. Maybe he’s nervous too,” Ana added.

She looked down at her shoes. “Maybe.”

“Just give him time” Ana smiled. “Maybe your second date will ends with a kiss.”

“Or on the third,” Elena winked. “Gotta give shy boys time.”

She finally laughed, a real one this time. “You guys are relentless.”

@volle_yn

Last training before my weekend 🏐✈️

@_user1 WHY what’s happening this weekend??? why do I feel unprepared 😭

@_user2 Better be Oscar. If it’s some random guy I’m gonna throw my phone

@_user3 nah be so real with us. is this about THAT guy?

@_user4 👀 MYSTERY MAN FROM THE DINNER POST RISES AGAIN

@_user5 if you’re seeing him again I’m going to scream. is it who I think it is??

@_user6 is she flying to see him? or is he flying to see HER??? I NEED TO KNOW

@_user7 He just went to ONE match don’t get delusional y’all 😭

@_user8 No because why is she glowing again?? That’s post-crush energy

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[greengoblinswifey]

Can I request a Nicholas Chavez smut? Pleaseeee🙏🙏🙏😫 I was thinking maybe something where they have A LOT of sexual tension, and like they flirt and that stuff

Lovvvvv u💗

Just Friends— Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

warnings— lots of flirting and sexual tension, oral(f), hand job, praise kink, ass slapping and grabbing, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, L bomb, fluff?

a/n— love you too, hope you enjoy my interpretation. yes it’s very long as usual, i had to capture the essence <3

Nicholas had been your friend for years, the type of friend who felt as familiar as ‘family’ but kept you on edge with the kind of sexual tension that always lingered just under the surface. You’d been there through his rise in the acting world, tagging along to premieres and red carpets as his “bestie.” Of course, all of your friends saw the way you two interacted, flirting that went far beyond innocent banter, lingering touches, and the looks you exchanged that seemed to say everything except “just friends.”

The first time he backed you up against a wall was at one of his movie nights. The rest of your friends were in the next room laughing over some game, but you and him had drifted to the kitchen for snacks. Somewhere between grabbing popcorn and pouring drinks, he leaned in close, his arm resting above your head, caging you in.

“You know, you’re a terrible influence,” he whispered, his face just inches from yours.

“Oh really?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Says the guy who’s about to be on his third cup of vodka.”

“No,” he murmured, voice low as his gaze fell to your lips, “I mean, the way you look at me.”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. Your breaths mingled, his eyes locking onto yours as he leaned in closer, his lips an inch away from yours. But then he smirked, as if breaking the tension intentionally, and stepped back.

Moments like these happened all the time. Like the photoshoots you’d both do just for fun, candid snaps and Polaroids capturing the way you looked at each other. In one, you were staring at him, your hands on his shoulder while his was around you waist, pulling you close, and in another, he was giving you a look that made you feel like the only person in the world. Anyone who saw them would have sworn there was something going on, but you always waved it off.

In one instance, the two of you were back at his place after an event, still dressed up, the excitement of the night still thrumming through you. Nicholas loosened his tie, watching as you kicked off your heels and stretched out on his couch, looking up at him with a smirk.

“You keep looking at me like that,” you teased, “and I might start thinking you’ve got a little crush.”

He scoffed, but there was a glint in his eye. “Oh, please. If anyone here has a crush, it’s you.”

You laughed, pretending to scoff, but leaned forward. “Oh, really? Because last I checked, you were the one who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves tonight.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to,” he replied, his voice dropping, and he took a step closer until he was standing over you. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of you. “And what if I said I don’t want to keep my hands to myself now?”

Your breath hitched as his lips hovered near yours, but you weren’t about to break eye contact. “Then what’s stopping you?”

He lingered, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips. “Just making sure you’re as ready as you’re acting,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through you.

You felt a spark ignite, leaning up just enough so your lips almost touched his. “Nicholas, if you’re going to do something, now’s your chance.”

He grinned, biting his lip as if savoring the moment, but he pulled back, leaving you on edge. “Oh, I will. When you least expect it.”

Another night, you were at a friend’s place for a get-together, squeezed onto a crowded couch beside Nicholas. Someone made a joke about the two of you potentially being a cute pair and you rolled your eyes, but Nicholas just smirked, sliding an arm over your shoulder.

“Guess they’re onto us,” he whispered, leaning close to your ear so you felt the warmth of his breath. “Or maybe you’ve just made it too obvious you can’t resist me.”

You raised an eyebrow, nudging him lightly. “Resist you? Please, I’m just letting you hang around so I don’t break your heart.”

He chuckled, playing along. “Oh, yeah? Because I seem to remember a certain someone texting me at two in the morning, needing ‘company.’”

You felt your cheeks flush, but you shot him a quick, mischievous smile. “Company,” you retorted, “doesn’t mean anything more than a little late night fun.”

He tilted his head, giving you that same intense, teasing look. “Oh, so I’m just ‘late-night fun’ now?”

You shrugged, looking back at him with a challenging smile. “What can I say? You’re good for a laugh and a distraction.”

Nicholas laughed, pulling you a little closer. “Good thing I like a challenge.”

The “late night fun” you spoke of was just Nicholas helping you re decorate, watch your favorite tv show with you and continuing the banter.

Another time, you were at your apartment, watching a movie he had starred in on the couch. At some point, his arm settled across the back of the couch behind you, his fingertips lightly brushing your shoulder.

“You’re comfortable, right?” he asked, his tone smooth but a little too casual.

“Oh, absolutely,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “Unless you’re planning to do something that’d make me, uncomfortable?”

He smirked, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second. “Only if you ask nicely.”

At a party, you’d both been teasing each other all night, throwing playful glances across the room. Later, in a quiet corner, he slid his hand down to your lower back as you leaned in close to talk.

“You know,” he whispered, “I think you like it when I drive you a little crazy.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “Hmm, maybe. But it’s nothing compared to what I could do to you.”

His eyebrow arched, a grin spreading across his face. “Is that a promise?”

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out,” you shot back, biting your lip.

“Dancing, huh?” you teased again as he pulled your flush against him to the rhythm of the music, meeting his eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

He shrugged, but his grip tightened ever so slightly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to hold you.”

Your heartbeat quickened, but you kept your cool. “You don’t need an excuse.”

His eyes darkened, his voice dropping lower. “Good to know.”

Another time, late one night after a fun evening, you and Nicholas were walking back to his car together. Your fingers brushed as you passed each other on the sidewalk, a simple touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine. As you both approached the car, he stepped in front of you, blocking your way for just a second before he opened your door for you.

His voice was soft, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it. “Are you sure you want to go back home alone tonight?”

You looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, and said, “Why? You worried about me?”

He stepped even closer, his lips almost brushing yours as he whispered, “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just not ready to let you go yet.”

After this, you were standing near a group of people at a Hollywood party, but Nicholas was leaning against the wall just across the room, watching you, his eyes following every move you made. When you turned to meet his gaze, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you staring at me?” you asked playfully, your voice carrying just enough edge to tease.

He didn’t break eye contact, his gaze darkening as he took a slow step toward you, his tone low. “Maybe. I’m just trying to figure out if the rest of them can see what I see.”

You took a step closer. “And what’s that?”

“That you’re mine,” he said, his lips brushing just barely against your ear as he leaned in close. “And I’m not sharing.”

“Yours?”

“Y-yeah, you’re my best friend after all.” You’d never seen him this flustered and you both just laughed it off.

The two of you kept playing that game, a series of almosts, leaving you both hungry for the moment one of you would finally make the move neither could take back. Then it happened.

The after-party of the event Nicholas invited you to was alive with flashing lights and the low hum of conversation as he scanned the crowd, searching for you. When he spotted you in the corner, his jaw clenched. You were backed against a wall, leaning into a conversation with some actor whose name he didn’t care to remember. Your gaze was all doe-eyed and captivated, the same way you looked at him whenever the two of you got a little too close.

Before he knew it, Nicholas was striding across the room, sliding between the two of you and placing a firm hand on your waist. “Mind if I steal her for a minute?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer, pulling you away with that possessiveness you’d never quite seen before.

As soon as you were away from the other guy, you couldn't help but tease him, looking up with a smirk. “What was that about? I thought we were just friends?”

“Friends, huh?” he murmured, a challenge glinting in his eyes. He didn’t let go of your waist, keeping you close as if daring anyone to interrupt again.

The two of you spent the rest of the night practically glued to each other. On the dance floor, you found yourselves moving in sync, his hands on your hips as you swayed, flush against each other’s body.The warmth and closeness, the way his fingers skimmed your skin, left you breathless.

By the time you left and climbed into the backseat of his car, both of you were a little tipsy, laughter spilling between flirtatious exchanges and you could feel your pulse racing.

As you stepped inside his house, you threw him a mischievous look, lips curling into a smirk. “You know, for all your big talk, you never actually follow through,” you teased, voice light and playful. “It’s almost like you’re scared.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, his gaze darkening as he backed you up against the door, one hand braced beside your head as he looked down at you, his mouth curving into a smirk of his own. “Careful now,” he murmured, his tone low and challenging. “Are you asking me to prove something?”

Your eyes widened, and you felt your heart hammering as you nodded slowly, almost daring him.

He leaned in, his voice a low growl against your ear. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

And then his lips crashed against yours, and suddenly, every ounce of that simmering sexual tension between you two exploded. His kiss was intense, consuming, and you found yourself melting into it as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as you felt him press you harder against the door. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you tangled together, caught in the heat of the moment.

He scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward his room, lips barely parting as he navigated the hallway. You could feel the rush of his breath against your skin, hear the steady, quickening beat of his heart as he laid you down.

As you both caught your breath, you looked up at him, lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and managed to say, “Wow. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Nicholas chuckled, brushing a thumb along your jaw. “Likewise.”

His gaze softened slightly as he admitted, “I’ve waited way too long to do that.”

You smirked, leaning up to brush your lips over his again. “Well, you can do more.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he leaned back in, capturing your lips in another feral kiss. His hands were on you, warm and steady, slipping beneath your top and easing it off, then slipping off your mini skirt, leaving you in just your matching bra and panties. He paused for a moment, taking you in, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Wow,” he murmured. “Who’d you dress up for like this? Someone in particular?”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Just—someone.”

“Who?” he pressed, a knowing glint in his eye.

You met his gaze and replied softly, “You.”

He smirked again, his fingers grazing over the straps of your bra before unclasping it, letting it slip from your shoulders. His eyes lingered as he gently pulled off your underwear, murmuring, “Lift your hips for me.”

As you did, he carefully slid it down, leaving you both breathless and wrapped up in each other, feeling that intensity settle into something unmistakably real.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, all naked for me, fuck,” he breathed, taking in the sight before him.

He leaned down, his mouth taking in your nipples and you gasped, feeling his tongue swirl and suck on it. Your hand went to his hair as he kneaded the neglected left breast and all you could do was moan as he continued.

“Mm— you like that baby? Yeah? You like when your best friend sucks on your juicy fucking tits?” he asked, in between sucking.

“Shut up and keep going.”

He did as he was told, then you felt a hand on your thigh, caressing you as you spread them open, practically begging him to touch you. You were soaked for him. A soft whimper left your lips as his fingers dipped inside your pussy.

“Jesus Christ, we’ve barely started and you’re soaked. You’re making a mess on my sheets, look.” Looking down you realized there was a large wet patch on his sheets and you closed your eyes, heat rising in your cheeks and between your legs.

“That’s okay baby, it’s gonna get even messier when I make you squirt all over it.”

You gasped and he took the opportunity to kiss you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. His fingers began moving inside you rapidly, his palm grinding against your clit and making you feel pleasure beyond what you’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was the level of attraction and sexual tension between you finally overflowing, you didn’t know, but you were certainly enjoying it.

“Nicholas, I- I’m gonna—”

“Shh, I know baby, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers, cum for me.”

His mouth moved to your tits, suckling as his fingers curled inside you and you finally let go. You moaned his name as your pussy soaked his fingers, your orgasm taking you over so intensely that you were shaking.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it,” he praised, “finally being obedient for once.”

You rolled your eyes but they immediately rolled back, as Nicholas fell to his knees, his tongue on your clit. He laughed at your cockiness merging into pleasure, continuing to suck on your sensitive clit. He was a man starved, his mouth engulfing your pussy, making sure every part of it felt his tongue.

“God, Nick, I’m gonna cum again,” you whimpered.

“You taste like heaven sweetheart, cum again for me, I need to taste everything.”

He gripped under your thighs, slurping and sucking and soon, you granted his request, squirting in his mouth as he drank everything you had to offer. His fingers slipped inside your pussy and his tongue flicked your clit, guiding you through your high as you soaked his sheets, the patch growing larger and larger.

“I knew I could make you feel better than anyone else can,” he chuckled, sucking off his fingers.

Smirking, you leaned over to stroke his hard cock. He was decent. Oh, who were you kidding, he was fucking huge. Of course he was.

“Like what you see? You’re practically drooling baby,” he smirked. Soft whimpers left his lips as your warm hands stroked him and you spread the pre cum that was oozing from the tip.

“F-fuck, oh my god your hands feel so good around my cock,” he moaned, “as much as I’d love for you to stroke and suck me, I need to be inside you, now. I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”

Your arousal grew as his body went between your legs, your eyes locked on each other with the whole world ceasing to exist. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your folds, the sound of your pussy squelching filling the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you raw because you’re mine, is that okay?”

“More than okay.” A cocky grin tugged at his lips and your jaw fell open as he pushed inside you slowly, inch by inch.

“Oh my god,” you moaned in unison.

Nicholas moved slowly, his touch tender but full of that same intense energy that had been simmering between you two for so long. As he pressed into you, it was like the culmination of every teasing look, every playful comment, every stolen moment, all building to this point.

You gasped softly, feeling the thrill of finally crossing that line. He stilled for a second, his forehead pressed against yours as he whispered, “You feel so perfect.” His hand found yours, fingers interlacing as he held on tightly, grounding you in the moment.

You exhaled shakily, barely able to form words. “Worth the wait?” you managed to tease, a small smile playing on your lips.

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “Better than I ever imagined.” He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft but full of meaning as he added, “You’re everything I wanted.”

With every thrust, the intensity built, the shared glances and flirting making each moment feel like the answer to everything you’d both been waiting for. It felt like more than just a moment, it felt like finally, the reward for all the pent-up desire and all the time spent dancing around what had always been between you.

Nicholas began moving with a more intense rhythm, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. The pleasure seemed to crest with each movement, both of you lost in the heat of the moment. His voice came out low and husky as he murmured, “You feel so damn good. I knew you would, with that fucking mouth of yours.”

A shiver ran through you as you whispered back, breathless, “And you— mm, you look so hot above me.”

His eyes darkened, and he leaned down, his hand sliding to your hip, steadying you as he picked up the pace even more. “Cum all over my cock,” he urged, his voice barely a whisper but filled with a mix of tenderness and demand. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

The pleasure built up, and with one final hard thrust, you let go completely.

“Nicholas,” you moaned, biting his shoulder in the rush of release.

“Ow— I’m so attracted to you,” he said, kissing your neck, “I’m not done with you yet, I want you to ride me.”

Without another word, you switched positions and you straddled him as he sat up, his back pressed against the large bed frame.

“You are breathtaking, you know that?” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you so bad,” you whimpered, sliding your pussy along his cock.

“I need you even more baby, now sit.”

Slowly, you sank on his cock feeling him slowly fill you up.

“You’re s-so big, god, just stretching me out,” you gasped.

You began riding his cock, your tits bouncing and his eyes went to them, mesmerized by the view before him. His lips went to your nipples, sucking as he grabbed your ass, guiding you to take his dick deep.

“Keep bouncing on my dick baby, just like that, don’t stop.”

Your bouncing sped up, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you.

“I’m close, I- I can’t hold it,” you screamed.

“Don’t hold it beautiful, let go for me, cum on my cock,” he demanded.

With a moan of his name, you draped your arms around his neck, grinding against him as your orgasm washed over you. He held onto you for dear life, his hands grabbing your ass as your pussy clamped around his cock and your juices soaked him.

“Good girl, that’s my baby,” he moaned, “I want my baby to cum one more time, turn around and ride my cock again so I can see that fat ass bounce.”

You whimpered as you turned around, his cock still inside you, the feeling of it swirling inside you making your head spin. He slapped your ass, startling you.

“God, this fucking ass. Could you tell when I’d let my hands brush over it? How I’d have my hands on your lower back teasing lower and lower?”

You couldn’t even form coherent words, the feeling of him so deep inside you was the only thing you cares about.

“Bounce that ass on my dick,” he added, slapping your ass harshly.

Your ass slammed onto him, little moans leaving your lips as your hands were on his legs, propping yourself up.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, oh my god Nick,” you cried out.

“That’s it baby, moan for me, scream my fucking name. You waited so long for this, make it fucking worth it.”

His hips began thrusting up, meeting your ass as he kept slapping your ass cheeks moving from left to right, willing you to bounce faster.

“This tight pussy is just gripping my cock. I’ve got such a good view. It’s just sucking me in, so tight around me,” he moaned, watching your pussy glide on him.

“You feel so good, filling me up so much,” you croaked out.

He grabbed your ass, his hips still slamming against your ass, the sound of skin slapping making his cock even harder. Suddenly, your knees gave out and he continued thrusting up into you.

“Give me one more sweetheart, cum on my cock, soak these fucking sheets,” he demanded.

Your fingers dug into his legs and you soaked his cock and the sheets, your orgasm ripping through you like a sharp knife.

“What a horny little girl, so good for me, now it’s my turn.”

He held you down, his hand going to the back of your neck and pushing you into the mattress as you arched your back. He slammed into you harshly, slapping your ass and moaning your name as he chased his orgasm.

“Shit, where do you want my cum princess?”

“Inside me, please Nicholas, I need your cum inside me,” you begged, gripping the soaked sheets.

“Fuck baby, are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m s-sure, just please, I need your cum in me, now.”

You didn’t have to tell him a third time, he pressed you into the bed, his cum filling you up, the warm feeling making you both moan in content.

“Yes, yes, shit,” he whimpered, his voice shaky.

He flipped you over, your body landing on top of him and he quickly plugged your pussy with his cock again, preventing any of his cum from leaking out.

The two of you lay there, bodies entangled, your head resting on his chest as you both caught your breath. Every unspoken word, every stolen glance over the years, had led to this moment, and the weight of it felt as satisfying as it did intense. The quiet between you was comfortable, filled only by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

Nicholas’ hand trailed gently up and down your back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “That was a long time coming,” he murmured, his fingers brushing through your hair. “All that teasing, all those ‘just friends’ glances, guess it had to break eventually.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, feeling his warmth and the closeness of the moment settling around you. “Guess you’re not as good at resisting me as you thought.”

He chuckled, pulling you a little closer. “Can you blame me? You’re impossible to ignore.” He paused, then pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his expression growing a bit more serious. “You’re amazing, you know that? And, that was amazing.”

As he spoke, his eyes softened, and he looked at you with a depth that made your heart skip a beat. “I love you,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, but carrying the weight of everything he’d been holding back.

Your breath caught as you met his gaze, eyes wide in surprise. But the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held you close, made everything fall into place. “I- I love you too, Nicholas,” you replied, your voice just as quiet but filled with certainty.

He smiled, his hand cupping your cheek as he drew you in for another kiss, one that was slow, tender, and filled with the promise of everything yet to come.

[peasack]

I love your Thunderbolts stuff so much!! Just wanted to say your posts make my day! :3 could you do a teen reader who is taller than them? And they can't believe that they're a teen if you get what I mean! Thank you and again, I love your writing <3

UGH I FEEL THIS SO DEEPLY IN MY BONES. especially since in 5.9 and taller than most people💔

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts With a Reader Taller Than Them Headcanons ✦

∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

✦ John Walker

Visibly unbothered. (Actually deeply bothered.)

“Height doesn’t matter. Leadership does.”

Says it’s fine, then proceeds to stand on curbs when talking to you.

“Hey, can you reach that for me? Thanks, champ.”

100% challenges you to a footrace or arm wrestle that day.

Eventually accepts it but still does the thing where he straightens his back more than necessary when he sees you.

✦ Bucky Barnes

“Tch.”

Doesn’t say anything but side-eyes you like “You serious?”

Gets quiet about it. Keeps standing farther away so it’s less noticeable.

You bring it up, and he’s like: “I’ve fought aliens, I think I can handle this.”

But deep down? Lowkey salty.

Once told you to crouch down when taking a team photo.

Still soft with you, but mutters under his breath: “Kids these days built like NBA players.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

Absolutely zero ego about it.

Just blinks and softly says, “Oh, wow, you’re tall.”

Might smile awkwardly and look a bit shy about it.

If he has to look up to talk to you: “This is new...”

Definitely lets you grab things from high shelves with a quiet “thanks.”

Thinks you’re cool regardless, but he might overthink being less ‘intimidating’ than you, especially if he’s fond of you.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Crushed.

Denial. Immediate.

“I am Russian Super Soldier, it is impossible. You are standing on book. Yes?”

Compares boot heels. Measures you while you’re asleep.

One time he said: “You may be taller, but I am wider! Strength of bear!”

Challenges you to wrestling matches. Makes excuses when he loses.

Eventually beams with pride and tells everyone he raised a “genetic freak of power.”

✦ Yelena Belova

Doesn’t care. Literally does not care.

“Okay. Good for you. Get me the cereal on the top shelf, giant.”

Will stand on your shoes mid-conversation just to feel taller for a second.

Teases you nonstop though.

“You’re like a lamppost. Do you get nosebleeds this high up?”

Secretly likes that you intimidate people even as a kid. Proud auntie energy.

✦ Ava Starr

No reaction. Just raises an eyebrow.

“Does that mean you’ll get shot first in a crowd?”

Neutral until someone else points it out, then she’s like: “Huh. That explains the back pain.”

Gives you the taller-person tasks automatically, reaching stuff, blocking sun, etc.

Not insecure, just annoyed if you ever try to pat her on the head. That gets a death glare.

∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

AAA I LOVED THISSSS. I js know John would be a pissbaby LOL

[quietbluetune]

A Case of You — B.R.

bob reynolds x reader

synopsis: taking a liking to you was supposed to mean nothing, supposed to be harmless. it’s only comfort— until it isn’t anymore.

or, bob reynolds realizes he’s far past liking you.

warnings: none! very fluffy little one shot, bob is down bad, reader isn’t really described so this is technically gender neutral, brief mention of a sweatshirt being oversized, bob’s grandmother is described as someone who was comforting for him :( so possibly ooc

word count: 1.4k — ao3, my other work

author’s note: i have nothing to say for once— i just hope you enjoy bob being head over heels and oblivious to it <3 oh, the title is the joni mitchell song i adore (specifically the aaron tveit cover… go listen to it). this blurb explores a lot of sensory detail, so drinking a case of you was fitting as hell. (look at that i did have smth to say after all lol)

He tells himself it’s just because it’s familiar. 

Your scent hangs loosely around your body— In your room, in the air when you’d walk past. In the books you lent him and the laundry freshly folded on the sofa. 

It envelops him, something soft and comforting, like a whisper of a memory made but never kept. Boundless, like something he knew in a different lifetime and has followed him to now. 

It’s unique— Earthy and grounded, a faint thread of spice under a gentle kind of sweet that feels like a whisper instead of something that makes you sick. It’s holy and real, the quiet kind of smell of sandalwood and lavender and something he’s never quite had the privilege of knowing. 

It smells like his grandmother. It’s not old or worn, but something tranquil and patient. The scent of kindness, the only piece of it he’s ever known. The scent of relief— A reminder he was safe, even if just for a little while. 

She was the one person in his life who ever felt like home, like an exhale in the choking anguish of his childhood. Like an extra beat in the cadence of his heart that, remarkably, still ticked. 

And that’s why he tells himself it’s nothing when the scent of you knocks him off his feet. It’s not lust, it’s not a crush— It’s not complicated feelings he can’t name or an ache that keeps him up at night. It’s just the faint reminder of stability that grounds him when you walk by. When you smile or you laugh, or you tuck your hair behind your ear or let your fingers linger on his shoulder when you move around him in the kitchen glow. 

It’s just a memory disguised. 

He tells himself that in everything you do— In every moment, every second that passes and his heart threatens to convince him otherwise. It’s only because it’s familiar. 

He tells himself that when he smells it dancing between the sliver of space fighting to bloom between you on the subway back from the library, your shoulder ghosting over his silently in the wake of a dwindling crowd. The car clears, but you stay put, an eclipse as the city slips by behind you. The perfect honey of your smell sticks to his senses with no remorse. Unforgiving.

He tells himself that when he hears you laugh, each noise peppered with something sweeter than candy and more earnest than religious vows. It swells over him in the quiet of the Watchtower, the tepid stillness fluttering every time you let your light voice soar through, not afraid of who or what it might disturb because you laughed at his jokes like it was the last thing you’d do— Unmoving, relentlessly. Every single time. 

He tells himself that when he feels your finger, a steady pulse drumming in his hand and calling out to him as he wraps a bandage around your cut, reverent and slow. It doesn’t mean anything here— The cool of your skin bathed in the delicate glow of the infirmary, simmering around your silhouette, your body, still wrapped in him even after he’s finished his good work. You let your fingers linger along his before enveloping them in a tentative squeeze— A thank you, like you truly had no idea he’d always take care of you. That he’d do anything for you. 

He tells himself that when he tastes the sweet peppermint of your chapstick tingling across his lips, a knowing smile etched into your features as you swipe the pad of your fingertip against his mouth to put it on him. He has chapstick, sure—scattered somewhere around the Watchtower, of course—but he liked yours better. Liked how it stings in all the right ways, liked how it felt like it was alive when it touched him. Liked how you’d offer it silently, already knowing, not even a look or a glance his way— Just a steady hand holding it out to him like a rope in a swirling sea. He liked how every time he accepted it he could sit and think of what it would be like to feel it on his lips coming from yours instead of the tube or your finger. 

He tells himself that when he watches you through the bathroom door left cracked open, lounging on your bed like it was made to hold him too. Your body, draped in a baggy sweatshirt of his you keep forgetting to return, long legs, bare and glowing, disappearing in the hem that clung to your thighs. Your hair, still damp and tangled from your shower and still, somehow, absolutely perfect. Steam lingers in the air, warm and faint, just like the pull of you— Impossible to ignore. How was he expected not to watch when you were around? When that door was pushed open wider all like it was this natural, unspoken thing for you to always be close— Like even a door of separation was too much.

The page of the book he swore he’d be done with ten minutes ago is still pressed against his thumb, words waiting against his skin, pages draped and half-closed over his knuckles as he stared at you like a fool. How was he expected not to watch when you were so distracting— Buzzing from a novelty New Avengers singing toothbrush Alexei gave you from a sample of team merchandise that never made it to the shelves. 

Alexei did that a lot. The rest of the team learned not to fight it and would take whatever it was graciously— Act like they loved it, but would never actually use it. Abandon it to be lost in the dulling dust of their rooms. 

But not you. Never you. 

You took it and used it, you made it feel valued. You made your teammate feel good about the gifts— Would use them and love them even if you didn’t. It didn’t matter, because you’d always make it feel like you did. 

Just like you did with him. 

Like how you’d feed his wild ambitions, a yearning ache for you. How you’d smile at him or touch him— Awakening something that tried to stay tame in the hollows of his soul. How your stare would settle on his skin like it’s stitched together by a language of devotion and desire. How you’d share your music on the subway just so you could rest your head along his shoulder or care about the books he read so you could point out your favorite lines, the silk of your finger brushing against his. Always. You fed what he fought, in the stagnant silver of the city or the basking glow of a warm stove light until the tea kettle sang for your attention to be on it instead of him. 

You were there. 

And you were telling him this wasn’t just familiar. This wasn’t just him clinging onto something he once felt comfort in or attached himself to because he needed hope— Because he needed something to believe in, or rather, someone. 

This was something entirely different— Entirely yours, entirely his. 

The smell of you drifts past him always, flooding his senses and drowning him in the hunger he’s let starve. It hangs against the walls of his room, against his pillow case, freshly washed and crisp on his warm skin. It’s threaded between the fabric of his clothes and pressed between the pages of every book he reads and every line he feels you in. In every stamp of ink and drag of pen to paper. It’s in the throb of his heart when you won’t leave his mind, the same beat shaking his soul every night when he falls asleep like clockwork. 

It carries him through his day— Through his nights and through his dreams. It carries through the vessel of his desires and in the veins of a city that pulses to life just by having you in it. 

It is remarkable, this new feeling that cracks something open in him when he can smell your skin, your hair, your scent across the room like it was made for him to crave. 

It is undoubtedly, unequivocally, impossibly new. 

It is love.

please note no ai was used, or will ever be used in my work. this piece is written by me and you don’t have permission to steal, repost, or put it into any ai models. i hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Doomed to Repeat 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a painful divorce, your wary of men, that is until Bucky Barnes needles his way in. (older!reader)

Same universe as this.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

I know it's Steve week but this doesn't count. Shhhhhhh.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Your flat slips off your heel. You drag your foot to get it back on, the arch of your foot twinging as you flex the muscle. Don't stop. It's a jungle out here. New York slows down for no one, even the shoeless.

You dodge around the oncoming stampede, clinging to your modest assortment of groceries in the crinkling paper bag. It's a tight wire walk back to your apartment as you're crowded on all sides.

You're invisible among the city's rush, as you are in most rooms. You've aged past relevance. You don't mind so much, at times, the obscurity is your best ally.

You follow the flow of pedestrians across the fading white lines of the crosswalk. A taxi honks, a whistle goes up, and sirens echo somewhere down the block.

"Hey, lady!" The voice startles you. Are they talking to you. "You dropped this?"

You look down in a panic. You feel your purse on your hip. It can't be you.

You spin and a man's shoulder bounces off of yours. You stagger, struggling to keep your balance as the bag tears down the front. The man barrels past you. Just like he didn't see you, he didn't notice the speed bump of your existence.

You look down as several items fall onto the pavement around you. You get down to gather them up, watching helplessly as your loaf of sourdough is crushed under the feet of passerbys. Pigeons flock to devour the ruin.

"Ow!" The same man blusters.

You glance over your shoulder as you put the block of butter atop the load still in the bag. You see him hit his ass on the sidewalk as another man marches past him. You cower as you realises he's coming toward you.

He stoops to scoop up the small wheel of gouda wrapped in wax. He's agile and undeterred by the tides around him. He squats down in front of you and places the cheese in the bag. He surveys the damage to the paper.

"Some people got no manners," he mutters.

"You don't have to..." you protest as you stack the groceries carefully. "I can manage, sir."

You look up at his face and blink in recognition. You feel oddly intrusive, stalkerish. Most people would recognise him in the city. You know him from a couple books stacked on your second shelf.

You shake it off. "Ahem," you clear your throat. "Thanks, sir. I'll get it."

"Here," he slides the bag away from you and puts the open side against his chest. He lifts it easily. You rub your lower back as you straighten up. "Got it."

"Oh, no, you can't... it's nice but..."

"Don't mind. I got nowhere to be right now."

You stare at him, trying to contain your doubt. War hero, state representative, and avenger has nothing going on? You're more than certain Bucky Barnes is full of it.

"Really," he insists. "Point me in the right direction." He glances around. "Stay close. Don't wanna lose ya."

"Um, alright," you surrender. Don't trust strangers, you're well past that lesson, but he's not exactly that, is he?

You give him one last look. He wears a pair of dark aviators and he's dressed down in a denim jacket and dark slacks. Still, you see right through it, even with the cap over his hair.

You turn and continue forward. He's close as he walks with his shoulder just behind yours, the bag rubbing on your arm.

"I can tell you know who I am," he drawls. "Can I get a name?"

You nod and look ahead into the sea of people. You recite your name on habit alone.

"I gotta commend you on your choice in cheese. I like the brand, but I'm more partial to their havarti." He says.

"Oh, um... yeah... I'm supposed to cut back on dairy..." you murmur cluelessly. "Not that you would... you know, I don't think groceries are within your purview. You probably have more important things to deal with."

"Not right now," he repeats.

"Here," you point up the alley.

You turn and he follows. You reach into your purse, instinctively looking back as you search for your keys. You pass under the fire escape and stop at the door. You step up the creaky old stairs and shove the brass one in the slot. He lingers behind you.

"Think I can take it from here, Representative Barnes."

"Bucky, please. I'm off the clock."

You face him and reach for the bag. He makes no move to hand it over. You step down the stair between you. "I got it."

He stares at you, a dimple in his cheek.

"You've done your good deed and helped an old lady carry her bag," you assure him dryly. "You're free to go."

You wrap your arms around the bag. He lets go and you cradle it carefully to balance the contents. His gaze makes you sweat. Or maybe that's the hormones.

"Old? You're spry as a spring chicken," he chuckles.

"Uh huh," you lift a brow. "Well, you carry your age much better than me." You back up and awkwardly extend your hand from beneath the bag. You twist the key and push inside. You pause just past the door. You angle back. "Thanks again, Bucky."

"See ya around," he says your name. "You know, I think the big thing these days is those reusable bags. Sturdier."

"Thanks, I'll see what I can find," you nearly snort. "You should probably get back to the rest of your constituency."

"Gah, guess I gotta," he spins on his heel. "I did swear some oath or another."

He strides off down the alley, a casual slant in his shoulders. You watch him, almost amused, leaning back to keep an eye on him. You're envious. He's gotta be twice your age, technically, and he looks more than a decade younger. You're not so concerned with your looks but you wonder if maybe that serum of his might help with the menopause.

He stops at the end of the alley. He looks back and waves. You flinch, caught, and hide inside. You let the door shut behind you and harrumph at the staircase ahead of you. Your knees will remind you that his words were just flattery.

🌆

"This week, let's focus on the upcoming assignment. Reflect on the last few lectures when discussing the pre-war foundations for conflict. Remember, this isn't just about military force, this is social, economic, and cultural. Try to weave together the world when contextualizing your thesis."

You speak to the Zoom classroom split into a grid of faces. Your students look well past their limit and you have to admit, you're there. "And don't forget office hours and that my email is always open for questions." You smile. "Until next time. Have a great week everyone."

A litter of byes come as slowly the students trickle out. You miss the in-person format but everything is shifting, everyone is moving past you. You weren't always this stagnant. Once, you were a blooming flower. Now, you're wilted and content to sway with the breeze.

You exit the meeting room and log off. You make a few notes for next week's lecture then put your laptop to sleep. It's after five and you're tired but you can't keep finding excuses. That walking pad is going to get dusty and the doctor said exercise will help with the hormones. Most of his recommendations only add to your discomfort.

You go into your bedroom and change into some running shorts and a loose tee. The effort of lifting your arch tugs tightly. Your shoulder's still sore from the other day. That guy really knocked you around. You rub the tender muscle and sigh. 

You're not a sprinter but you do work up a sweat at a brisker pace of walking. You stretch as you look for a podcast to listen to. You enjoy the one about the tragic monarchs... always a nice companion to your own suffering.

Before you can hit play, a dull thumping gives you pause. You move closer to the door. Mr. Kryzcky opens his door with a grunt.

"Oh, hi, I was looking for..." the voice drawls your name. "Think I got the wrong one."

Another grunt from the old man next door and the slam of his door. A soft laugh sounds. You go to the door and keep the chain on. You think you remember that voice, from more than just your unlucky meeting.

You open up and peek out. Bucky glances over and turns to face you with a grin. "Ah, there you are."

"I'm here," you say skeptically.

"I didn't have your number so couldn't call ahead," he comes closer. He's in one of those nice suits you see him wear at his press conferences. His long hair is parted and combed back away from his face.

"Okay?" Your confusion inflects upwards.

"Right, uh, I guess maybe my clearance won't work everywhere," he chuckles. "I wanted to check in."

"Check in? Well, I'm just fine, Representative."

"Bucky," he corrects. "How's the shoulder?"

"Not as strong as yours," you nod to his left arm.

"Yeah, you're standing a bit..." he raises his hand and angles it. "You're favouring that side."

"I take advil," you shrug and wince. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you."

"I didn't interrupt dinner, did I?"

"Uhhhh, nope. Just... not quite sure you can call it a workout but I was going to get my steps in," you say.

"Have you eaten?" He wonders.

You frown. You exhale as you shake your head. "I just got done class."

"Class? What are you taking?"

You snort. "I see why people like you."

"Some," he snickers. "Can I buy you dinner? I'm here and... starving."

Your eyes list over. You consider the offer. You're wary of it. Not quite sure why he'd come back. Did you give off that vibe? That you're desperate for company? You get lonely since your husband left but you've adapted.

"I don't like eating alone and if I don't eat in a car, I'm eating in an empty condo," he snorts. "So... have a little pity for an old war vet?"

"Playing on those heartstrings. You about to ask for a campaign donation?"

He snickers. "Maybe next time."

"Right..." you slowly shut the door and slide back the chain. Before you can open it again, your chest stirs. Your place is small, a bit cluttered, but not dingy or dirty. Still, it's been a while since you had company. Well, you never did here.

You open up and step back. Bucky enters as he smooths his hair. You shut the door softly. He bends to unlace his leather shoes.

"You don't have other friends? Like Cap?"

"Sam? Nah, he's got a girl." Bucky slips his foot out. "And he's always cranky when he gets back in town. You know, he really puts up a front for the cameras."

He takes his other shoe off as you look down. You hide one leg behind the other. The shorts are meant for the privacy of your home.

"I'll get changed." You sidle away.

"Don't gotta dress up for me. You know, if you wanna do your workout, I'll just muddle around," he stands up and slips off his jacket.

"Um, no it's fine. Later." You retreat quickly to the bedroom.

You pull on a pair of loose pants over the shorts. Good enough. As you emerge, you find Bucky at the large antique bookshelf against the far wall. His back is to you as his head is tilted. You cautiously cross to him.

"Where'd you get this stuff?"

You near him and look over the disarmed pistols; a luger, an enfield, and a colt. Below, there are a few grenades and some empty shells. Your collection is small but a point of pride.

"Around." You say.

"A collector?"

"Suppose some would say a historian but I just teach it."

"Ah, class," he points his finger. "Right."

"I guess seeing this stuff like this must be a little... weird for you."

"Mm, not really. Need more room on that shelf, I won't fit." He taps it and laughs. "So, dinner? In the mood for anything?"

"Didn't think about it." You slowly inch away.

"Pizza?" He suggests.

"Can't go wrong." You agree. "Let me find my wallet."

"My treat," he insists and peers around. "Just you then?"

"Um, yep." You cover your barren left hand. "More room for books."

"Makes sense," he clucks and pulls out his phone. "Pepperoni?"

"Whatever you like." You reply. You won't mention that it gives you heartburn. He offered to pay after all.

"I'm more interested in what you like, so... you a veggie girl?"

"Girl? I don't think anyone's called me that in a while," you scoff. "Cheese is fine with me. I'm easy like that."

"Music to my ears," he taps the phone. "Spend all day trying to please everyone..." He turns as the line picks up. "Hey, could I get a large double cheese..."

You watch him for a moment. It's not just who he is. You just never thought about having a man here. The thought of just speaking to one gives you anxiety since the divorce. It feels like an intrusion but not just on his part. You feel like you've gotten in his way.

[starrysturnz]

overseas, under you [part two]

pairing. chris sturniolo x reader

summary. after the incident, chris chooses the path of avoidance, and y/n can’t seem to get him to admit what’s wrong. but she can only handle so much silence before she breaks, and things don’t exactly go as expected when she confronts him about it.

warnings. hurt/comfort my all time fav genre <3 smut; mentions of a wet dream, blowjob, first time experiencing oral (fem!receiving), the occasional lovebite, a hint of overstimulation (fem!receiving) if you look at this fic through a magnifying glass. they’re so stupid in love it’s gross get this off my feed.

word count. 6.6k

author’s note. guys. it’s finally here. i’m sorry for going MIA, things have been very complicated in my personal life these past few months. i won’t get into it, just know i’m excited to be writing again <3 if you like chris content, consider sending in asks for prince!chris— i want to write more for him :) but lowkey also send matt asks because i’ve been neglecting him… lol.

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y/n couldn’t help but notice the weird vibe chris was giving off.

it was like he couldn’t sit still— well, more so than usual. the second their alarm had sounded, he was rolling her off of him with a quick “sorry,” scrambling out of bed like every second counted to get ready for dinner. the girl didn’t even have a chance to properly open her eyes, let alone process the fact that she’d been draped atop her secret crush as they slept.

chris had made a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with haste. y/n just sat up and rubbed her eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be long since he’d left his phone on the nightstand. she could use a minute to choose an outfit; something cute, but not her favorite— she couldn’t waste a perfect look on just dinner.

swinging her legs off the bed, she noted a discomfort between them, a slickness that had her underwear sticking to her in a less-than-comfortable fashion. suddenly, her dream started coming back to her, shocking images flooding her mind of her best friend kissing her, teasing her, feeling her… pleasing her. she’d fantasized about these things before, sure, but it never felt so real.

dragging a hand down her face, y/n stood, opening her suitcase to select an evening dress (and a new pair of underwear). she landed on a plain, silky slip with an exposed back— elegant, but by far one of her least complicated outfits. she’d dress it up with some jewelry and strappy heels, and a handbag large enough to fit only her phone and room key.

she’d just finished grabbing all of her shower products when chris came out of the bathroom, cheeks dusted with a rosy flush. he seemed a little less stir-crazy now, but y/n still clocked his skittish demeanor, how he barely made eye contact with her as he passed her. she sighed to herself, making the executive decision to worry about that once she was ready— she only had so much time to wash up and do her makeup, and she wasn’t prepared to lose any of it.

⁺⁎˚

dinner wasn’t any better. chris was still off, his typical silly comments at an all-time low. he spoke only when spoken to, and kept his answers short and to the point. he didn’t even make a face when the waiter told him they had coke products rather than pepsi, which was so out of character that y/n had to do a double take.

nick and matt dismissed it as a symptom of exhaustion, but y/n knew better. she could see the cogs turning in his head, the crease of his brow speaking for him as he forked distractedly at the food on his plate. something was definitely wrong, but she couldn’t imagine what might’ve altered his mood so drastically in the time they’d been napping, unless he’d had some kind of bad dream.

even then… chris was a talker. if he did have a nightmare, he’d be chatting her ear off about it, or at the very least, he would have mentioned it. it wasn’t that she was on the receiving end a cold shoulder, but there was a distance between them that brewed an unease in y/n’s stomach. the only time chris had actually taken a second to acknowledge her was when she’d stepped out of the bathroom to put on her shoes.

his eyes had locked onto her figure, stopping him in his tracks. if the she didn’t know any better, y/n could’ve sworn she caught his pupils dilating. under different circumstances, she’d be reeling about the moment, replaying it in her head like a broken record. but she couldn’t do that, because in an instant, chris had been back to bustling around the room to grab his wallet, keys, and phone.

“we’re probably gonna be wrapping up the photoshoot by ten,” matt’s voice snapped the girl back to reality from across the booth, “so feel free to get breakfast without us. or if you’d rather sleep in, we can all get brunch together.”

“knowing them, they’ll still be asleep when we get back,” nick chimed in through a mouthful of food.

y/n mustered a small giggle. “you should talk. you’d sleep eighteen hours straight if you could.”

“i’m pretty sure matt has.”

“shut up, nick, no i haven’t.”

“what do you think, chris?” y/n interjected before the argument could begin, nudging the boy next to her, “we sleep in and wait, or ditch these kids?”

“hm?” chris took a moment to mentally return to the table. “oh. uh, whatever you want, i’m cool.”

“so, if i said let’s wake up at seven and get an early start to the day, you’d be okay with that?” she teased, trying to get a rise out of him, anything.

“i’ll just wake up to your alarm,” he said plainly, “doesn’t matter when.” his tone wasn’t rude, wasn’t even dismissive, and somehow that made y/n even more concerned. chris was like a printer— when his brain was full, he would sort of rapid-fire his thoughts aloud, one unfinished concept after another. and right now, it was definitely cluttered, she could tell… but this silence and general indifference was uncharacteristic of him.

“okay,” she offered him a smile. “well, ’m just teasing, anyway. obviously i’d never subject either of us to an early morning.” the faintest quirk of the corner of chris’s mouth felt like a big victory, and y/n’s shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly. shifting back to face the other triplets, she spoke definitively: “we’ll meet you in the lobby when you get back.”

⁺⁎˚

y/n was frustrated, bordering on upset.

she just wanted to know what was going on! had she done something to deserve this detached version of her best friend? the elevator ride up to their floor was painfully awkward, with nick and matt having exhausted all topics of discussion already, and y/n having given up on trying to get chris to talk to her.

she’d started by pitching activities they might want to do tomorrow: attend a luau, take advantage of the hotel’s complimentary surf lessons, even go snorkeling. when that didn’t work, she moved into dirty joke territory, equating her meal to the feeling of several spontaneous orgasms, but he didn’t offer her so much as a grin, almost flinching, even. finally, she tried enticing him with the promise of watching cars (surely his favorite film would win him over?), and after receiving an unenthusiastic response, she gave up altogether. she felt like a mother trying to convince her disinterested teenage child to open us about their interests, or something... and she didn’t care for it.

whatever. she was just going to get changed and sleep, and hopefully chris would be in a more lively mood in the morning. maybe what they both needed was an uninterrupted eight to ten hours.

y/n didn’t bother to hold the door for chris as she entered their shared room, spitefully letting it swing back at him. she snagged her pijamas off the foot of the bed and headed right into the bathroom, unconcerned with the possibility that chris might want to use it, too. her movements weren’t harsh or hurried— more so heavy, visibly tired, generally over it. her shoulders sagged, her temples started to ache. all she wanted was to wash her face, change into comfy clothes, and drink some complimentary tea from the minibar.

it was after the pair had finally gotten in bed that y/n snapped. a little known fact about chris and y/n was that they both preferred to sleep with some background noise playing— any familiar movie or tv show would do. but when their fingers met as they simultaneously reached for the remote between them, chris yanked his hand back like it’d been singed on hot coals. screw the benefit of the doubt, now she was just pissed off.

“chris, what the hell is your deal?” y/n blurted, turning so sharply to face him that she gave herself whiplash. the boy startled, his shoulders practically jumping out of his t-shirt at her sudden anger. taken aback, he hesitated, which only spurred her on. “i mean, seriously, did i do something to you? like, genuinely? because you’ve been walking around all night like somebody kicked your puppy. and i thought i could be the bigger person and just ignore it, but you’re acting like i have fucking cooties, like a fourth-grader. and you refuse to use your words, which is some more fucking fourth-grader bullshit—,”

“y/n—,”

“—and at first, i thought maybe you were just tired, because we both know you get grumpy when you’re tired, but i’ve literally never seen you be this quiet in my life—,”

“y/n, just—,”

“—and i’m sorry that they didn’t have any other rooms available, and i’m sorry that sharing one with me makes you so uncomfortable, but i honestly didn’t think that after years of friendship and sleepovers and cuddling that it would throw you off this much. but this is really freaking me out, so for the love of god, can you please just tell me what i did to deserve—,”

the kiss came so unexpectedly, y/n almost didn’t have a chance to process what was happening before chris pulled away, his face mere inches from hers. a hand snaked its way up her neck to support the back of her head as he leaned his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the space between them.

“you,” he exhaled through a small smile, “talk so much, kid.”

but when he leaned back, chris wasn’t met with the stunned look he was expecting. the smirk on his lips faded instantly when instead, he saw her eyes welled with tears, insecurity and confusion swimming there. his demeanor changed on a dime to concerned, his hands reaching for her own, but stopping short on their way… he didn’t know if she wanted to be touched.

“hey,” chris whispered, ducking his head in a futile attempt to catch her eye. “y/n? i’m sorry, i shouldn’t’ve….”

he swallowed the frog in his throat at the sight of her arms wrapping themselves around her stomach protectively. fuck, he fucked up, didn’t he?

his voice was soft, encouraging when he spoke next. “y/n… look at me.” he had to ask once or twice more before she obliged, and he offered her an apologetic quirk of the corner of his mouth. “i should’ve asked first. ’m sorry. i just… couldn’t keep listening to you insisting you did something wrong.”

it took a couple moments for the right words to find her. then, shifting slightly on the mattress, she broke his heart.

“then why does it feel like you don’t want me around?”

she almost regretted her question from the way his features molded into an expression of anguish. this time, he didn’t stop himself from taking her hands in his, gently tugging her closer. the pads of his thumbs made quick work of smoothing over her skin.

“y/n,” he started bluntly, “i want you around every second of every day. i would literally crawl inside your skin if i could.”

relief flooded his system at the sound of her watery laugh. “that’s insane,” she mumbled, sniffling.

“’s true. you drive me crazy.”

y/n’s giggles died down quickly, and a tense silence fell over them. chris never let up on his ministrations, her hands heavy in his own. she watched the motion of his thumbs sweeping the backs of her hands for a moment before trying again.

“what happened tonight, chris? i mean, you practically ignore me for hours and hours, and then y-you kiss me when i yell at you for it? please, i…,” she looked up at him through her lashes, eyes wide and full of something he couldn’t quite decipher, “i want to understand.”

chris took a deep breath, squeezing her hands once before hesitantly beginning to explain what had happened mere hours earlier. he watched as the color drained from her face, pulling away from his touch in favor of throwing her head into her palms— he missed her warmth the instant it was gone.

y/n didn’t move a muscle when he finished speaking, hoping that any second now she would wake up from this cruel nightmare. mortified didn’t even begin to cover it— she felt sick to her stomach. chris, sympathetic as always, reached out, fingertips grazing her arm. his heart plummeted when she flinched at the feeling.

“y/n, ’s okay. you… y‘ weren’t the only one who was, uh… affected.”

y/n’s breath halted in her chest. waiting, processing, comprehending. she peeked over the wall of her fingers.

“what? you mean… you were…?”

bashfulness bloomed on his cheeks as he offered her a guilty smile. “why do you think i pushed you off so quick? almost didn’t make it to the bathroom.”

for someone with so many thoughts running through her head, so many questions to ask, y/n was speechless. chris had never struggled so hard to read her, and the quietude in the air furthered his anxiety more and more as the seconds passed. did he say the wrong thing? maybe this was too much information— the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.

no sudden movements. chris would do anything to escape the deafening silence, but he also knew that he had to let her speak first. it was her move, and she had him in check.

there were grey hairs on his head by the time y/n’s voice eventually tickled his ears.

“chris…,” she took a deep breath in, the fresh air replacing the stale. no going back now. “…have you wanted me as long as i’ve wanted you?”

checkmate.

chris’s eyes grew dark with lust. gentle but now sure hands found purchase on the soft of her waist, tugging the girl into his lap, their noses brushing from the newfound proximity. it took everything in her to meet his steady gaze and hold it.

“y/n,” calloused fingertips ghosted along her cheek, “i can’t remember a time when i didn’t want you.”

that was all she needed to hear before finally, finally closing the distance between them.

the kiss wasn’t hurried, but wasn’t hesitant either. it was deliberate, chalk-full of years‘ worth of unspoken feelings and uncrossed barriers and the relief of being on the same page for the first time in their lives. his hands were everywhere— her face, her waist, her thighs— fighting hard to remain respectful in their exploration of her body. they’d skim faintly beneath the hem of her shorts, her t-shirt, just barely so before retreating into safer territory.

y/n didn’t mind. she almost didn’t notice. she was blissfully distracted by the sensation of chris’s lips waltzing against hers. it was like she’d always imagined it, only hotter, breathier, like he’d rather die kissing her than come up for air .(the feeling was mutual.) her own hands clutched just below the neckline of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, bent elbows caged between them when his arms snaked their way around her frame. she reveled in the feeling of his biceps flexing against her, safe and secure in his embrace— nothing could hurt her here.

y/n was sure her face was turning blue when they eventually pulled away, chris taking her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging before letting go altogether. he was already smiling at her when she opened her eyes.

“hi,” she giggled sheepishly, cheeks warm under his gaze.

chris’s smile deepened, a content sigh escaping him as he admired her. “hi, baby,” he thumbed over her brow. “you okay?”

the girl nodded a response. “i’m perfect.”

he hummed in agreement. “you are.”

a beat passed, and y/n shifted under his heavy gaze, noticing a stiffness beneath her as she did. realization washed over her like cold shower, and she startled in his hold, attempting to back up off him a little.

“hey, what’re you…,” chris followed her eyeline to his lap. “oh.” he offered her an apologetic smile, arms loosening to give her space to move if she was uncomfortable. “’m sorry, i didn’t even realize. guess you just have that effect on me. we can stop, if you want.”

the speed with which y/n responded shocked even herself.

“what if i helped this time?”

chris was rarely ever rendered speechless, but something about the way she was looking up at him so innocently, lips swollen from his kisses, stole the air clean out of his lungs. the silence was enough to get y/n in her head again.

“i don’t have to, or anything, i just….”

chris shook the dumbfounded look off his face, pulling her in again.

“no, god—, i would… i would love that, seriously.” his large hands settled on her thighs— not squeezing, not rubbing, just resting. “but i don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. ’m perfectly happy takin‘ care of it myself.”

the sincere expression etched on his face, the crease in his brow made something melt behind y/n’s ribs.

“i know, chris,” she tilted her head a degree to the right, smoothing her clammy palms down on his shoulders, trying to find an outlet for the abundance of (nervous? excited?) energy buzzing in her body. “you’ve always been a perfect gentleman, even when we were kids. sometimes too much for your own good.”

she caught his confused gaze, and used her grip on his shoulders to pull him in, planting a quick kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, before leaning back again.

“but i’m offering, so… if you want, then i wanna help.”

chris studied her for a moment, searching for any signs of a bluff. but no dice— this was real. like, actually happening to him. his best friend, the love of his life. how did he get so lucky?

“okay, baby. could you hand me that pillow?”

⁺⁎˚

y/n shifted her weight, trying to situate in a way that wouldn’t leave her with sore knees for the rest of her vacation. she especially wouldn’t want to find bruises there, considering half her dresses fell to the mid-thigh— she put too much effort into those outfits just to jeopardize them now!

“y’good down there, angel?” chris asked. “comfortable?” she smiled at his concern, ultimately deciding she wanted another pillow to kneel on, which he happily and hastily provided for her.

soon they were all set— y/n perched between chris’s legs as he manspreaded off the side of the bed. he was clad in only his underwear now, having discarded his pants moments ago, and her eyes found themselves fixed on the bulge a mere foot away from her. she was anxious, no doubt, but more than that, she was excited. her greatest fantasy was coming true. not just to sleep with, but to have. someone who wanted her the way she wanted him, as much as she wanted him.

the girl was yanked from her thoughts at the feeling of fingertips kissing her cheeks and settling behind her jaw, steady hands caressing her face as if she were made of porcelain. his thumbs traced over her cheekbones once, twice, hooded eyes admiring her own before pulling her up ever-so-slightly to meet him as he leaned down.

his mouth sponged against her nose, her lips, and finally her forehead, against which he whispered, “still okay?” she nodded, and he rubbed his thumbs along her skin again, pulling back. “gotta hear you say it, baby.”

y/n told him she was just fine, great, even, and chris didn’t think he’d ever loved her more than in this exact moment. at first, he scolded himself at the thought— of course he’d feel that way right when she was about to give him head. typical man.

but then y/n gasped, startling him for a fraction of a second as she reached a hand up toward his face.

“hold still, honey… you have an eyelash.”

before closing his eyes at the proximity, chris was able to catch the look of concentration in the deep set of her brow, the tip of her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth as she attempted to pick the fallen lash up, and his heart just sort of… stopped.

she was so genuine, effortlessly beautiful in every aspect. her warmth rivaled that of the sun, her eyes shone brighter than the north star, and chris just knew— he knew his affection for her was far deeper than any sexual attraction. he’d turn celibate in a heartbeat if she asked.

“make a wish.”

chris knew what he wanted.

y/n giggled at the tickling sensation of his breath blowing the lash away, looking up at him with an expression that had him questioning if he was dreaming. her hands trailed up his thighs, sending a shiver through him. “what’d you wish for?”

“won’t come true if i tell you.”

“so lame,” she pouted, dipping her fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. “can i?”

chris shot her an incredulous look, rolling his eyes playfully as he lifted his hips. there was a sudden tension in the air as he was freed from the confines of the material, which he was scared would turn into an awkward silence, before he was promptly reminded that this was y/n he was dealing with.

“that is so not all fitting in my mouth, chris.”

her deadpan reaction had him reeling so hard his ribs protested and cursed him.

“get outta here,” he managed to say between fits of laughter, wiping his eyes with the backs of his palms.

“i would, but i’ve got work to do.” and with that, she took him in her hand, ending chris’s chortling with a sharp hiss. her thumb swiped over his stiff tip, collecting the leakage there, and her lips quirked proudly at the sight of him gripping the edge of the mattress.

“oh, fuck,” he exhaled, lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. she repeated the motion a few more times, reveling in the power she held. it was fun to tease him…. chris was always in charge, even in the most innocent of ways. he opened doors for her, paid for meals, even checked up on her on nights out to see if she needed help getting home (it’s a wonder she didn’t notice his interest in her sooner)— just once, she wanted to be the one in control.

quite suddenly, chris felt an unmistakable warmth and wetness envelop the head of his cock. it sent a jolt through him— lightning through his nervous system— his eyes flying back open, meeting her own. she was giving him the most beautiful puppy-dog stare he’d ever seen, and he had to glance away for fear of cumming way too soon.

she kept at it for a minute, eventually popping off to lick a long stripe from the base to the tip. his groans from above woke a few butterflies in her belly she didn’t know were sleeping, motivating her. she took the tip in her mouth again, swirling her tongue, before starting to sink lower.

chris’s hands shot to the back of her head on instinct, and it took most of his already waning willpower not to push down. instead, he rested his palms flat behind her ears, massaging her scalp occasionally. y/n could tell he was trying to be gentle, but his grip tightened with each new centimeter she took.

“y/n,” chris said breathlessly, “angel. ’s perfect, don’t— don’t stop.”

she wasn’t going to stop. she hollowed her cheeks, earning another low moan from him. her tongue explored as much of him as it could reach, and when that wasn’t enough to satiate her, she went deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

y/n felt herself begin to gag just a bit. chris noticed too, of course he did, his now-scratchy voice still as soothing as ever.

“y’got it, y/n. breathe through your nose for me. there you go.” his right hand smoothed over the back of her head reassuringly, the opposite thumb wiping away a tear she didn’t realize had fallen. “doin‘ so good.”

unfortunately, y/n was only human, and humans need oxygen to live. she pulled off him slowly, torturously, watching his eyes— which were hooded with lust, desperation, and something else she couldn’t quite place— drink in the sight of her already fucked-out face. she coughed.

“all right?” he asked.

shutting her eyes, she said, “yeah, sorry— just need a second.” her hands rested on his knees as she caught her breath, swallowing hard. a few moments passed (chris thumbing at her earlobe endearingly) before she opened them again, and there he was, staring down at her with blown pupils and a heave in his chest.

“please, baby.”

her thighs clenched, and y/n wasted no time getting back to work. it took her a minute to work up the nerve to try going all the way down again, but a particularly low groan from chris had her confidence shooting sky high. she pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, which she kissed away. then she was sliding down his length again— she could feel him twitch in her mouth, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little embarrassed at the way her hips bucked at the sensation.

she shuffled closer for a better angle, making it all the way down without gagging, taking chris’s advice and breathing through her nose.

“holy f-fuck, i— y/n, ’m gonna… gonna cum soon, baby,” chris tried to warn. he gently tapped her cheek, as if to say ‘pull off,’ but y/n wasn’t having it. she reached up to carefully squeeze his balls, a sort of final touch— she’d heard from her friends that guys really liked that, even if she found it rather awkward to do— and it worked. in no time, chris was canting his hips upward, shooting a heavy load down y/n’s throat, groaning and cursing and biting his lip so hard he might’ve drawn blood. but his hands remained gentle on her head.

nobody spoke as they caught their breath. the space around them was thick with the air from their lungs; not enough to fill the room, but definitely enough to fog up the inside of their private little bubble. her cheek laid against his thigh, eyes closed and arm hooked around his shin for comfort— his, too.

after some time (maybe a minute, maybe more), chris broke the silence.

“you’re unreal, y/n.”

she giggled. “i try.”

a few seconds passed as he studied her face with hooded eyes, breathing heavy. there were so many things he wanted to say, so many plans taking shape in his head, but for now he’d keep those to himself. all in good time.

“all right,” he got up, patting the middle of the bed as he held out a hand, helping her up, “your turn.”

y/n froze. “what?”

“’m returning the favor. y‘ didn’t think i was gonna leave you high and dry, did you?”

the smirk on his face began to fall when she didn’t answer him, her feet seemingly rooted to the floor. she opened her mouth as if to speak, closing it a second later.

“what is it, angel?” his tone was warm, encouraging, but she heard the concern seeping through.

she toed at the carpet, dropping her head to avoid eye contact. it was a stupid thing to have to admit, a little embarrassing, even. “nothing, really. it’s just…,” she sighed, picking at a hangnail anxiously, “um, i’ve just never… received before.” the girl winced at how juvenile the words sounded out loud.

the crease wasted no time forming in chris’s brow. “wait, you’re saying no one’s ever eaten you out?”

if chris hadn’t sounded so genuinely confused in his question, y/n would’ve thought he was teasing her. she just shook her head.

scratching his jaw in thought, he said, “we don’t have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable, baby. you wanna stop? order some dessert?” he snuck a brief glance at the clock on the desk. “or we could just sleep. whatever makes you happy, ’s all i want.”

but the thought of stopping had her stomach churning.

“no, no… i want to, promise.” she toyed with the hem of her top. “i’m just a bit nervous, is all.”

“how about this, then,” he laid his warm palms on her hips, pulling her carefully closer and landing a kiss on her cheek, “you try it with me, and if you hate it, we stop. and i’ll find another, equally enjoyable way to get you off.”

she couldn’t stifle the laugh in her throat. “chris—!”

“or if you hate that idea too, then we can just snuggle,” he nuzzled his face into her neck, earning him a loud shriek followed by some more giggles.

“as tempting as the snuggles sound, why don’t we save them for after?”

chris pulled back, smiling. “you sure, baby? was jus‘ teasing you before, i really don’t mind.”

“no, i wanna try. i just hope your mouth is good for more than all that yapping.”

“don’t hate, you know you love the sound of my voice.”

“just shut up and get to work, chris.”

⁺⁎˚

despite their silly banter, y/n was still anxious. chris had been so patient when undressing her, telling her how beautiful she was, kissing the new exposed skin softly, instructing her multiple times to say the word if she felt uncomfortable, that he wouldn’t be upset if she wanted to stop— and all of that definitely helped her to relax.

but this was still uncharted territory for her, and she wanted nothing more than for it to go well. she wasn’t even sure how someone in her position could mess it up, but she figured she’d somehow find a way.

y/n felt the tapping on her temple before hearing his voice. “you okay up there?”

she nodded, lowering her gaze. “yeah, sorry. just… thinking.”

one corner of the boy’s mouth twitched up mischievously.

“don’t worry, baby,” he brought his face in close, stopping just when he felt his lips brush against her own. “i’ll make that stop.”

it took chris seconds to assume his place at the altar— head stuffed between y/n’s soft thighs, nipping at the skin there just to feel her jolt and tense beneath his touch. he was busy smoothing over one of the marks he’d just left when she whined.

“chris, please, i can’t wait any—,”

her words were replaced by a sharp gasp, fingers hurriedly collecting the bedding beneath her for some semblance of support. the first few licks were long and slow, almost transitional. chris figured it’d be best not to dive in all at once; a slow introduction, like acclimating to a cold pool.

his big hands were planted on each of her knees, holding her legs open as he worked, eyes closed as he drank in her taste, her scent. a deep groan escaped him, and he felt y/n clench around nothing at the sensation.

she was addicting. this was heaven, he thought, and her noises were the sounds of the angels‘ choir. he could do this forever.

y/n was also in heaven. it had only taken moments for the anxiety to slip away in favor of overwhelming pleasure. the girl wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, letting them roam across the sheets, pillows, her own skin, before eventually settling in chris’s hair; hesitantly at first— she didn’t want to hurt him, after all. but there had been a particularly sharp nip to her clit, her fingers tightened of their own accord, and the noise that sounded from chris had her abandoning all concern about his pain whatsoever.

“god, you’re delicious,” he marveled, briefly surfacing for air, pupils blown behind hooded lids. “could eat this pussy for hours.”

“chris,” y/n half laughed, half whined. she could feel the warmth migrating up her chest to her cheeks.

“’m serious, ma. would do this every day if you’d let me.”

y/n smiled, head falling back against the pillow with a soft thud, grateful for the opportunity to catch her own breath. her fingers busied themselves, massaging gently into his scalp and twisting the occasional lock between them. she’d figured chris would jump back in any second now, and just as she was about to peek through her lashes to see what the hold up was, she felt his grip snaking around her thighs, gently repositioning her.

“chris, what—,”

“shh,” he whispered, placing her legs up onto his shoulders and sliding his arms under her thighs to rest his hands on her hips. “trust me, baby,” he planted a kiss on the crest of her mound for emphasis, “you’ll like this.”

swallowing hard in anticipation, y/n nodded. the sensation of his fingertips drawing soothing shapes into her soft skin was a welcome distraction from the newfound nerves coiling in her belly.

with a final glance up at his beautiful girl, chris dove back in headfirst. this time, the fervor with which he operated had her digging her heels into his back, arching her own off the mattress, damp with her sweat. chris’s greedy tongue, accompanied by his nose nudging her clit just right, had her seeing stars.

“chris, oh my—!” her hips bucked up on their own accord, his strong hands pushing them back down into the bed. y/n whined, writhing at the feeling of the tip of his tongue dipping into her entrance.

“i got you, baby,” he promised, face still stuffed between her thighs. the vibration of his own moan had her jaw dropping, and her body struggling to decide if it wanted to retreat or push harder into him.

chris decided for her, yanking her closer as he began to focus solely on her clit. the lewd sounds of his sucking and her sobbing filled the room, and y/n honestly wouldn’t be shocked if nick and matt heard them all the way down the hall.

she opened her eyes again, drunk on the image of her best friend devouring her. her eyes studied his toned figure, all smooth skin and shoulder muscles contracting as he worked. just then, she zeroed in on one particular detail— small, but enough to hatch more butterflies within her. chris’s own hips were rutting into the comforter, slowly but at a steady pace, as if chasing his own high.

he was getting off to this.

something sparked in y/n’s head, lighting a fuse that traveled all the way down to her aching core. the idea that chris was eating her out not only for her pleasure, but his too was enough to have her right on the edge, muscles tensing, hands reaching blindly for his own.

chris (ever the attentive lover) caught on, securing her shaky hands, returning her vice grip with a gentle one. thumbs brushed along her knuckles carefully, a stark contrast to the growing intensity of his mouth on her center.

“can feel you getting close, angel,” he mused. “gonna cum for me?”

the only thing y/n could do was nod frantically, words altogether failing her. “can i?” she managed after a few tries, “can i, please? please, can i cum?”

chris’s brow furrowed. “’course, you can. don’t have to ask, baby.”

his green light was all she needed. in seconds, she was squirming in his steady hold, warmth blooming from her core and up through her limbs. chris didn’t let up, still lapping away as she convulsed beneath him. it was like he couldn’t get enough, and one too many licks had her whining and begging him to ease up.

“sorry, angel,” he kissed the tops of her thighs, her navel, the space between her breasts, and finally, her lips, “couldn’t help myself. ’s just so good.”

y/n offered him a weak smile in response, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a surge of pride in his chest at the sight of her rendered speechless and spent at his hand (or rather, his tongue). but he did need her to focus, just for a minute.

“hey,” he started softly, “y/n. look at me, okay?” she listened, and the combination of her heavy breathing and puppy-dog eyes almost had him scooping her up into his arms— but there would be time for that in a minute.

“i know you’re tired, but we gotta get you cleaned up. you feeling like a shower? want me to run you a bath? hm?” he smoothed his hand along her face, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger and angling her gently to meet his gaze. she shook her head.

“wanna cuddle…,” she pouted.

something fluttered in his chest. “we will, baby. just let me take care of you first, all right? i’m gonna be right back, just stay here and try not to fall asleep on me.”

he didn’t wait for a reply before heading swiftly to the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth, carefully wiping up the mess he made between her legs. she winced at the feeling, earning and apology from the boy.

“all done now,” he whispered, settling next to her in the bed and pulling her into him. he stroked her arm in reassuring motions, laying a soft kiss to her forehead. she nestled into the crook of his neck, sighing softly.

a few moments passed in comfortable silence. then, “thank you, chris. i just… i want you to know….”

it didn’t matter that she couldn’t get the words out, chris understood. he always understood her.

“i know, baby. me too.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

they smiled at each other. y/n shifted, and felt something stiff against her leg. a small gasp escaped her.

“chris, you’re— you’re still….”

“hm? oh.” he looked down at his still-hard length, poking through his boxers. “don’t worry about it. it’ll go down.” he smirked. “eventually.”

“are you sure you don’t want to, um… take care of it?”

chris was tempted to tease her for her shy demeanor, but ultimately opted against it. he’d have plenty of time to do that now. “just wanna hold you. is that okay?”

y/n nodded. “yeah, that’s okay.”

for a few long moments, his arms were like boa constrictors around her, as if he was afraid to let go— like she might slip through his hold if he closed his eyes too long. y/n didn’t mind. she was safe with chris; nothing could hurt her here.

they were both on the brink of sleep when y/n spoke for the final time that night, something that had been on her mind.

“chris?” she whispered, earning a small hum in response, “you really aren’t gonna tell me what you wished for earlier?”

he didn’t open his eyes, just placed his hand over hers on his chest, squeezing lightly.

“don’t worry ’bout it, angel,” he said. “’s already coming true.”

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[sparklystarrrr]

cannn i request the first years reactions to a yuu whos a daughter of zeus and therefore a princess :3 i thought your bio was very fitting

Okay so story relating to this: in middle school my friends would tease me and say I was related to Zeus or some random Greek God — lwk cringy but whatever

Miss Goddess

Synopsis: The first years find out you’re… Zeus’s daughter??!!

Contains: First Years x Fem! Greek God! Reader, some characters may be ooc, established relationships in all, a tiny bit of cursing

Ace Trappola~

As Ace does daily, he's on his way to Ramshackle after Riddle is "lenient" and only banishes him from the dorm this time and doesn't collar him for breaking yet another rule. How predictable. The young boy has a lazy smirk on his face while he screams for the pretty prefect of Ramshackle"Yo! Babe! Are you home or what?!" He belts. He bangs on the door expecting an answer in a millisecond.

He feels a sudden shift in the air around him. The hair on his arms stood on end. There was crackling and popping noises coming from left and right. BANG. Right next to him, an angry bolt of lightning “AGH!- What the fuck was that, lightning?!” Behind the door he heard stomping footsteps. The door opened to a clearly angry (y/n). Her normally set hair was slightly wet from the calming shower she was rudely interrupted from. The frilly nightgown she wore was slightly damp from her dripping (h/c) locks.

“That’s my lighting, idiot. Now get inside, you rudely interrupted my everything shower. Don’t you understand a princess needs her relaxation time??” Clearly (y/n) had gained her father’s thundering rage. “You’re lucky I didn’t strike you, because I would’ve.” 

“Your lightning?! The hell does that mean?” 

“Huh? You didn’t know? My dad’s Zeus, dummy.”

Ace didn’t believe it for a second. He tried holding back his laughter as much as possible, but nothing would hold back the cackle bubbling up in his throat. “Hah! Oh geez man… Y’know, you’re really good at makin’ jokes.”

(Y/n) only looked at him with more thundering anger. Her hand rested on his shoulder and with a tight squeeze- *ZAP*

“Ack! What the hell?!” He yelped. “Don’t question my godhood!” The (h/c)ette retorted. His red eyes squinted, suddenly glinting in disbelief.”What??” He said under his breath. The goddess looked a him confused,”Yeah? How else do you think I got these powers?”

It was probably the first time he’d ever been stunned to silence. All he could do was stand slack jawed.”No way…” “Yes way?” “Does this mean you can electrocute Housewarden Rosehearts-“ “NO!!” it’s safe to say he got struck by her lightning again.

Deuce Spade~

Deuce was sent to Sam’s Mystery Shop by Trey for a baking project they were doing since it was some random Heartslabyul student's birthday tomorrow. The dorm had been running quite low on things like eggs, flour and milk. All was well and peaceful while Deuce walked back to his dorm, until, for the second time this school year, some random students decided to pick a fight.

Though the blue haired boy tried his hardest to hold back, he resorted back to yelling once they crushed the eggs and made the carton of milk explode onto the concrete. It really seemed like the people targeting him wouldn't let him live down his rebellious faze in Middle School... Behind Deuce who sat nearly in tears on the ground surrounded by the three students laughing above him, there was the loud sound of heels clicking against the smooth concrete.

(y/n) came charging in god-like fury. With the snap of her fingers, the three students were trapped under a cage of lightning bolts"You little titans don't get to talk to my boyfriend like that. Now get back to your dorms before I call your Housewarden." The furious glint in her (e/c) eyes was enough to get them running away in terror. Not after getting tortured with zapping pains all over from the lighting, of course.

Deuce sat quietly on the floor. He stared at the lightning bolt built cage, up to (y/n) and then at the mess around him. Luckily the flour didn't explode open.. right? "How did you do that?" He asked quietly while getting lifted to his feet with the help of his (h/c) haired girlfriend,"What do you mean? The lightning cage?" He nodded silently. "Ohh, well I'm a goddess. Zeus is my dad!" His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Y-you're a- what?!"

"Yeah yeah I know, kinda an odd time to tell you, sorry I kept it from you.." She giggled softly with a hint of shame that she didn't tell him sooner. "No no no, it's okay babe, I just uh... wasn't expecting THAT.."He scratched the back of his neck while breathing out a small chuckle. "This won't change anything right?" She spoke softly. "Change anything? Absolutely not. You're like.. really cool... N-not that you weren't before though! I have a goddess girlfriend, damn..." He said under his breath while you giggled at his antics.

"Alright Deucey. Now lets go replace those groceries. I bet Trey was expecting you to be back a few minutes ago, no?" He smiled rather contently. A pink blush bloomed on his cheeks,"Yeah, lets go!"

Jack Howl~

It was early this morning. 5:00 AM to be exact. Jack was already getting ready for his daily morning run. He quietly slipped from the Savanaclaw doors to run around the whole dorm ground. Once he stepped outside onto the dirt ground he felt a drip of rain.

He looked at the weather app on his phone. ‘Huh? It’s not supposed to be raining..?’ He thought to himself. He wasn’t a huge fan of wetness- being a canine and all, but he didn’t want to let that distract him from his run. He had to be physically healthy and strong!

Stronger rain drops fell on his skin and drenched his ears and tail. He felt like a wet dog. There was grumbling thunder and dashes of lightning in the sky. It smelled like irritation and anger. His ears perked to the sides at the sound of thumping feet from inside the dorm.

There stood (y/n), angry, in her pajamas, and a gray storm cloud above her head. Her arms folded over her chest as she pouted.”Are you okay (y/n)?” The boy said worriedly. ,”Why is there a cloud above your head? You smell like lightning too, why?” Her pout only grew. “Zeus is my dad. Now, as your princess, can you please come back to bed. It’s too early.” She said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

All Jack could do was breathe out a chuckle,”Alright, but only for an hour.” (Y/n) pouted at his words. Before she could utter another word, he swooped in and pressed a small peck on her lips. His small act cleared up the dark storm and added a pink flush to her cheeks. His tail wagged. She grabbed his large hand “Fine… but tomorrow you’re not getting up until I let you.”

"Whatever you say (y/n)..." He chuckled. The large young boy let her drag him inside and back to bed, comfy and cozy while basking in the sun produced from her content heart. The muscular boy turned to her,"So about what you said earlier, you're really Zeus's daughter?" The girl's eyes peered open, "Yeah... now go back to bed..." He grunted in affirmation while pulling her closer to his chest, suddenly recognizing the buzzing feeling of her fingertips on his skin from her lightning.

Epel Felmier~

Epel was having a rather rough time. He was trying his very best to get stronger, burlier, more muscular. it didn't help that his girlfriend was insanely strong without even having to do anything. (Y/n) was able to lift up MULTIPLE TREES out from the ground... all he could do was pick her up and swing around a shovel while gardening.

As much as he saw (y/n) as so cool for being so strong, he'd only wish to be as strong as her. He felt a bit insecure.

"Heya darlin', uh, how'd ya get so strong?" He questioned after building up the courage in his bathroom mirror. (Y/n) turned to him,”Huh? I didn’t do anything?” Now Epel just felt like she was flexing on him — HOW DARE SHE.

He felt himself getting a bit irritated at being held back from the secret to the girl’s strength. “Nah nah, be real (y/n).” All she could do was furrow her brows and squint her (e/c) eyes in confusion at him,”I am telling the truth Epel. I literally didn’t even do anything!” She put her hands up as if she had nothing else to say.

“Yeah? Then how’d ya suddenly become able to lift dagum trees n’ stuff?? Ain’t that stuff superhuman?” “How did you find out I was a goddess?” “I-… Come again..?!”

The lavender haired boy was in utter disbelief and shock. “Yeah, Zeus is my dad!”(Y/n) just looked at him normally like it was common to be related to the KING OF ALL GODS. ”Is that why yer so strong..?” His voice was just above a mumble.

“Yup! I can take you to him one day to train, I was just born like this though.” The boy was in deep confusion on how his girlfriend was so easily saying she’d take him to the King of Gods and train under him. How’d he even manage to do this in his life time?? “M-MEET HIM??!! Darlin’ you gotta start talkin’ serious, I’m still processin’ that yer some goddess princess and I’m DATIN’ ya!”

The (h/c)ette let out a charming giggle,”Hah! Don’t even worry, he already knows about you —let’s just go meet him now to get it over with!” “H-hey!! You gotta be kiddin’ around here” “Nope!!” “AGHH—“ He screeched with a notable voice crack while you dragged him away.

Sebek Zigvolt~

This was yet another day where something was getting in the way of Sebek’s duty of protecting Malleus and (y/n). His Lord, and his lovely human girlfriend. Human, or so he thought. He couldn’t assist Malleus with anything since he was currently on his way to save (y/n). Why you ask? She’d fallen and hurt herself. It was just the ground scraping against the delicate skin of her legs when she fell, but to Sebek, this was life or death.

”Dear Human! However did this happen?! What has caused such distress?!!” He shrieked while lifting her into his arms. “I’m alright Seb, It’s not like I can die~” She giggled. He sputtered in utter disbelief at her words.”H-Human! Such an unacceptable mindset. All humans come to their inevitable end one day! You are no acception!” All the girl could do was giggle into his chest.

“You really don’t know? I’d think you’d pick up on it by now..”

His soul physically shuddered at her words.”I- What?? What do you mean by that, dear human.” He had no clue what he didn’t know, and it worried him.”I’m a goddess Seb. Zeus’s daughter. I’m not gonna die by small scratches on my knees.” 

His shock nearly made him drop her. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He was for once, speechless. “You’re a… GODDESS?!! WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED EARLIER!!!” He was internally panicking. He was reminding himself of all the times he disrespected her before their relationship because he saw her as a mere human. He was DEVASTATED to put it lightly. “This is a cause for great punishment. I deeply apologize-“ “SEB STOP!” He obediently stopped.

The boy was on the verge if tears. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He just held (y/n) tight as if she would fall and get hurt. (y/n)? she was suffocating under his grip.”S-seb… you’re crushing me… ugh…” “A PRINCESS MUST BE HELD AT THE HIGHEST REGARD. LET ME DO MY JOB AS YOUR KNIGHT, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!” Oh yeah, he’s (y/n)’s new appointed knight. As if he wasn’t already acting like her knight before this.

Later on she’d have to busy herself with getting him to stop calling her “your highness” and getting him to step away from training for a few minutes to cuddle since he felt the need to punish himself… Poor boy didn’t feel like he deserved cuddles… He doesn’t completely waver his duty for Malleus, but he will make sure he NEVER questions his duty for (y/n).

I love the first years so much they're literally my boys (yes I gave Deucey boy some love I think he deserves it I love him deeply)

I ate half a box of Cherios while writing this I think I gained a pound or two in cereal alone

[rubywithecat]

Kissing them when they are least expecting it (Bonten ver.) (fem. reader)

Mikey

- It was supposed to be your dinner date with Mikey but he was having a call about whatever his business is with other executives on his phone for a long period of time. And you felt like you were left out and eating alone. You suddenly came up with an idea that might make him pay attention to you. “Mikey, look at me!” you said as u quickly stood up from your seat and leaned forward, sneaking a kiss on his lips. He was so stunned to speak for a good sec. “What was that, Mikey?” U heard from his phone. “Hello? R u there?” he was called out. His lips curled up. “I will call back later” he said, then hang up. He grabbed your leg with his under the desk, which makes you almost fall and he laughed. “Mikey! Stop!” You yelled but u were happy “Now ur paying attention to me” you proudly smiled like an achievement. “You little devil” he grinned. “Wait until we get home”

Kokonoi

- “Let’s make a bet” your bestie challenged you at a club. “See that man at VIP over there? Kiss him and I will do your assignment for the whole month and you do mine if you fail” she said. “That’s not hard” you winked at her as you confidently walked in your heels. “Miss, you can’t enter this area, it’s for VIP only” a waiter requested. “Do I not look like a VIP?” You attempted and with your pretty privilege, u were let in. You observed the area. Then saw the opportunity and quickly grabbed a champagne glass, purposely bumped into kokonoi. “Omg! Why did you bump into me, sir?!” U gasped dramatically as he was clueless. “Excuse me?? It’s you who bump me?” He defended. “You can’t bully a girl just because she’s weak” you said you stood up on your toe and sneaked a kiss on his lip. “That’s a price you have to pay” you said as you looked at your bestie who was watching you and gave thumbs up. You proudly smiled back at her and quickly about to walk away, embarrassed and awkward. “Sorry, sir… Plz excuse me”. But before you could leave, he grabbed your hands and said, “I am not that cheap, Miss” he smirked as you realized u made the big mistake ever.

Kakucho

-Your neighbor’s house was broken into yesteday so u were scared to live alone at your apartment. You asked your friend, Kakucho to stay a night with you before you install the new security service cuz he’s the only fri of yours who can fight really good. He agreed when he came you invited him for dinner that you prepared beforehand. To admit, you have a crush on him but kept it secret not to ruin friendship. You guys talked and talked and it was so much fun. You were at 3 glasses of wine and kind of drunk but he wasn’t drunk at all. His talking, slowly became blurry in your ears and you were just staring at him, and then his lips and without telling him anything, you kissed him. He was caught off guard but you didn’t expect him to kiss you back but he did, and it was a nice long kiss. “U have no idea how much I fantasize about you” He said as he wickedly smiled as you were the one who caught off guard.

Ran

- You are his assistant and it’s your birthday. However, you didn’t skip work cuz you don’t have anyone to spend time with anyway. “Miss (ur last name), come into my office” Ran said as he walked past your desk so you followed him. You closed the office door behind you as you have entered. “Do you need anything, sir?” You asked formally and he shook his head. Then he suddenly pulled out a gift box from his desk drawer and gave it to you which really surprised you. “What’s that for, sir?” You asked, confused. “Isn’t it your birthday?” he replied. “Yeah… I didn’t think you would remember…” you replied. He blushed but acted cool. “Well, open it” he said as he looked at your reaction. You saw a really pretty and expensive necklace from Cartier. “Omg! Sir, I can’t accept it. It’s too expensive” you handed back. “Take it. I especially chose this for you”. “Really? If then…thanks a lot!” You were more than happy cuz it’s your first luxury item and you can’t help but without your own knowledge, you suddenly kissed his cheek. Then you were so embarrassed about what you had done! You apologized quickly. “I’m so sorry, sir! I’m sorry…” but interrupted by his kiss on your lips as he grabbed your neck. “Dont try to resist it now. You started it first, bby” he smirked.

Rindou

- You are at an arcade and competing with him in virtual driving game. You properly scored well but when it’s his turn, he’s doing a lot better than you and got a perfect score. “Let’s rematch” you said feeling competitive. He smirked. “Just accept the fact that you can’t win me, bby but fine” he said as he got up from the seat. You scored a lil more than previous one but you don’t think you will win over him this time too so you came up with a wicked idea. He was nearly to complete his match and suddenly you kissed him and he lost focus which he crashed into another car and lost points. He scored less than you finally. “I win!” You yelled. “That’s cheating, y/n!” He defended. “Do you have any proof?” You teased him. He looked at you for a sec and grabbed you by your waist and pushed you back to the chair. “Rindou! wtf r u doing? Get off me!” You said. He trapped you on the chair as he lean closer. “You’re not getting away with this, love”

Sanzu

- You were arguing with him cuz you got yourself into almost having a car accident and he was worried. “You’re not driving anymore. That is.” He said as he took the car key from your hand. “Give me back!” You defended. “Why would I?” he replied proudly as your attempt to grab the key back failed. “You can’t control what I have to do!” You yelled. “Look, I’m not changing my mind and ur not getting your key back” he continued “You could have hurt and I’m gonna—“ He was interrupted as you suddenly kissed him. He was so shocked that his grips to key was weakened so you could quickly grab a key from him easily. “Got it!” you said and teased him with gesture and as you were gonna walk away, he laughed “Don’t underestimate me, sweetheart” and he pushed you down to the couch. At the same time, he also knelt onto it, facing you on your top. “It’s your fault for testing me” he smirked and grabbed your hands tight as the key dropped from the side and he ignored it cuz his only focus now is you. ;)

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[inkdrinkerworld]

hey there <3 I can’t find whether your requests are open so ignore this if you’re not accepting!!

I am on my knees asking for more of your bfb!remus… I need it, the world needs it. moony finally giving in after years of denying the reader for james’ sake 😫 this dynamic is everything

You're Jamies' baby sister and Remus can't believe he's got the fattest crush on you.

You're three years younger than him which isn't the thing that bothers Remus. What bothers him is the reaction James might have.

Remus should've never said yes to this damn vacation. You're all at the Potter's summer house, a life of dipping in the pool and then hitting the beach soon after.

Right now you're at the beach, and while James and Sirius are wrestling each other in the water, Remus can't pull his eyes off you as you build sandcastles and decorate them with shells that you'd found along the shore.

You can feel his eyes on you every now and then, and hide a smirk. You're pretty sure everyone knows you and Remus are head over heels for each other, he just never takes your advances as advances- much to your disappointment.

You shake your head a little, pieces of hair coming undone before you set your trap.

"Remmy, will you come help me?" You look up at him and the hair that had been braided back as all loosened and fallen in your face. You look like an angel of destruction like this- specifically his destruction.

"I'm not sure how well I can braid, dove. You know that's Jamie's strong suit." His knees crack as he stands and sets his book down before making his way over to you.

"Doesn't have to look pretty Rem, just need it out of my face so I can finish this castle."

Remus' hands are gentle as they pull the hair tie off, "Tell me if I'm pulling too hard."

You take a chance, "I can handle a little bit of pain, Rem." His breath hitches and you smile.

"Are you on the shore for me Remus? Because I'm a big girl now, you can go wrestle in the water with the boys."

Remus rolls his eyes, "I know you are, but why would I willingly let Sirius and James hold me under water?"

Remus' braid doesn't look as good as yours had, but it's swept all the hair out of your face. You turn to face him as he ties the braid off, a wide smile on your face.

"Remus I have an important question." you lean back on your palms and Remus can feel the back of his neck on fire. Your stupid little belly ring is a constant torment in his mind, always dangling over your tummy and making his brain short circuit.

"I'll answer if I can, dove." He's nervous, anything can come out of your mouth, no filter. He thinks it's sweet that you never censor yourself, Euphemia and Fleamont had ensured that their kids were never insecure about that.

You take a deep breath and Remus looks away from your glittery red bikini top. You smile and hide it quickly, "Are you scared to kiss me because of James?"

Remus looks over his shoulder, James and Sirius body surfing now. He leans in, sandy brown hair and hazel eyes all you can see- not that you mind.

"Or do you not like me anymore?" You know that's not true, but if Remus doesn't kiss you by tonight, you're going to go insane.

"Not like you?" Remus chuckles, his hand reaching for your cheek. "Dove, you don't ask silly questions." You really don't. "Of course I like you, I like you so much sometimes I can't look at you because I want to kiss you stupid."

It's your turn for your breath to hitch. "Then why haven't you kissed me yet?" Remus smiles, you sound so petulant and pouty, so unlike yourself that he leans in a little more.

Your nose brushes his, lips just barely touching and you frown. "Remus."

He groans, and pulls you closer, lips locking and you melt into him. It's a gentle kiss, experimental and slow. Your hands comb through his hair and pull him a little closer, making him deepen the kiss.

You hear whopping and hollering, "Fucking finally Moony!" It's your brother and the shock causes you both to pull away.

You heart is racing and Remus chases your lips for a second kiss. "Took you long enough." you whisper and he shakes his head.

"Did that kiss magically make you mouthy, pretty girl?" You nod, smiling like a giddy fool as Remus stares down at you.

"Moony, you couldn't wait till the end of the trip? Now I have to do the washing up for the rest of the week." Sirius moans as he and James meet you at your sandcastle fortress.

"No, I really couldn't." he's looking directly in your eyes as he says it.

[miruac]

dating nanami headcanons

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warnings: nanamin being the absolute green flag he is(im so in love with him it isnt funny)

a/n: i love this man. i love him so much. the blueprint for my type irl. i love u namin <3

nanami thought he would never date-want to date, while being a sorceror

but when he met you, it was like a switch turned on in his brain

he suddenly fell head over heels when you walked onto the campus, as a teaching assistant who worked under gojo

you stepped into the room behind gojo, and behind his glasses he was STARING at you

everything gojo was yapping about came in through one ear and left through the other

when some people write nanami they write him as if hes absolutely bitchless and has never felt like any attraction to ANYONE whatsoever

but not me teehee :3

sure nanamins had some crushes on the past, but not so bad that he would be daydreaming about them everyday while laying on his bed and kicking his feet

it's been a while since he's crushed on someone, so he dismisses his feelings

his heart racing? too much caffeine. blush on his cheeks? thermostat cranked too high. sweaty palms? wore too many layers

hes so oblivious but also not how tf do i describe him

so observative. he saw how you shifted your weight away from gojo when he leaned on your shoulder and nanami SWOOPED RIGHT IN

'y/n-san, are you feeling alright? here, let me take you to shoko.'

oh im feral lol AWOOOOOGA

it went from being assigned on missions together, to small waves and smiles at each other in the halls, then shared lunch breaks 💔

hes so protective its sooo hot

he manages to always tuck you behind him and shields you with his body

his shoulders....his back...his arms...🤤🤤🤤

smash WHATTT WHO SAID THAT

i did im admitting it and im proud to admit it

he does the thing that like whenever someone he doesn't like comes up and starts flirting with you grabs your waist and pulls you against him

he does it so easily too its scary but so hawt of him

HES SOO OBSERVANT

knows when ans how to cheer you up if youve had a bad day

he never never wants to get angry at you

if he gets too heated, he politely asks that both of you find some time to cool down

always knows how to comfort you

you want time alone? yeah youll get some space. you want food? hes ordering it. whatever you want, he does

oh my baby. my old baby. i love him.

hes such a sleepy guy

hes used to not getting as much sleep due to him working so much overtime in the past

so much that its become a habit for him to sleep for like at most 5 hours at a time

sometimes when he comes home, he beelines straight for you

he throws his blade and blazer to the side, kicking his shoes off

and then he just lays on you

its crushing but in the most comforting way hes like a giant weigted blanket

you can't count the amount of times he's fallen asleep on you like that

he just feels so safe around you </3

im sad now