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samsblades · 1 day ago
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✶ stuck on page 93 ── sam winchester
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cw : gn!reader, fluff, mentions of school stress and the likes, unedited, 880 words. requested !
summary : you comfort stanford!sam when he’s stressed about a test.
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eventually, you fall asleep on sam's bed, laying on top of the covers with your fingers trapped between pages 92 and 93 of the book you're reading for class.
sam doesn't notice, like he normally would. it's not the first time you've spent hours holed up in his dorm room, him studying at his desk and you on his bed. the separation is for the sake of staying focused; when you share the bed, things tend to derail much too quickly to get anything done.
tonight, sam is far too stressed about tomorrow's exam to be distracted by anything at all. pouring over his textbook, he reaches blindly for his water bottle. sam's hands are skilled in many ways, but that doesn't stop him from being clumsy sometimes. knocked in the wrong direction by his inattention, the water bottle topples over the edge of his desk and clangs loudly to the floor.
you wake with a start, sending your book off the bed to join his bottle. it takes less than a moment for your heart rate to calm from the initial surprise of being startled out of sleep by a loud noise, and another moment for you to start laughing about it.
but sam curses under his breath as he turns around in his chair to retrieve the bottle, on edge with stress. you quiet your soft laughter, not wanting him to feel made fun of.
"shit, were you sleeping, baby?" he takes in the sight of your mussed clothes and sleepy eyes and immediately looks very sorry.
you hum a confirmation. "but that's okay. i still need to finish two more chapters for class tomorrow." it's true, so you sit up with a yawn and swoop down to grab your fallen book.
"sorry," sam frowns, "didn't mean to wake you."
"it's okay," you assure with ease, tipping off the bed when you really see the look on his face. he couldn't look more stressed and apologetic and frustrated all at once with that crease between his brows and the downward tilt of his lips. "it's okay." your voice is even softer than before, laced with honey for comfort. it barely takes a step to cross the tiny dorm room and situate yourself by his side. you hover first, not touching him quite yet in case it might put him further on edge.
but he leans closer to you without hesitation, so you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight.
"it's alright, sam. you're gonna do just fine on the exam. knowing you, you'll crush it, baby," you murmur, leaning down to push your face into his hair. you give the top of his head a soft nuzzle with the tip of your nose and he lets out a much needed sigh. his long arms wrap around your waist with purpose, seeking out your warmth and closeness.
"i didn't know you were asleep," he grumbles, quite upset by this fact.
"that's okay. you were just focused. i don't mind."
"but i always notice." he's almost whining at this point and you can't help but find it endearing.
"i know," you breathe out, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, "but you're very stressed, and it's okay that you didn't this time. everything's alright."
he just buries his face further into your torso, and stays there for a long while as you play gently with his hair. the minutes are slow as you softly scratch his scalp and carefully ease out any tangles you come across. there aren't many; he seems to always be blessed with such lovely, soft hair.
"d'you have to keep studying?" you finally ask after you swear he might fall asleep right then and there.
he's quiet for a little while longer. "i should," he sighs, not sounding completely convinced himself.
you raise a brow that he can't see, then give his shoulder a sweet pat. "are you sure? you've been at it for hours. and you're basically a genius, sweet boy."
he melts when you call him that, so you use it to your advantage.
"come lay down with me. i'll read to you from my book. have you ever read the bride of lammermoor? i'm only a few chapters in, i can tell you what happens."
he doesn't say no, but can't bring himself to relent quite yet. so, unmoving, he just says, "i've never read it. who's it by again?"
"walter scott. you might like it. i think it's interesting so far. please? i might fall asleep again if i have to read it by myself." maybe it's not a fair move to say please like that and pretend he'd be the one helping you, but it works.
"okay," he finally sighs out, letting you slip away to the bed and bring him with you.
"thank you," you say, pleased with yourself as you have him settle his head on your chest and prop the book up on his strong shoulders. he hums, content at last as you begin to recount the first three chapters. he doesn't even make it to the actual words on the page before he's lightly snoring. the book gets cast aside. you can skim chapters four and five before class in the morning.
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ladyloveandjustice · 1 day ago
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#normal teen jerk who could grow out of it#i mean the worst we really see of him is not wanting to help ppl after the quake#and belittling steph for wanting to help / trying to convince her to leave it to the firemen cops etc#which is . not great. but if we’re allocating bad boyfriend points for telling steph she shouldnt be saving people/in dangerous situations…#theres a different winner i have in mind#but im pretty sure dean is supposed to be a teenager maybe a year or two older max#i mean ​he stresses about his dads car being scratched. which could just be him being a loser but. given how few lines he gets#im gonna take that as indicative#i think it makes sense if he left after the quake with his family and thats why hes gone for NML/stephs pregnancy#he kind of ghosts her which again. shitty. but normal teenage shitty espec in the context of the 90s and NML being a total wasteland#with barely working phones people staying in shelters etc#polls#stephanie brown#dc#even when steph beats him up her mum questions it and stephs like. its not him im mad at (and shes just been fighting with tim)
Hey, sorry for responding to your tags, but I think a lot of people really misunderstand the scene between Dean and Steph, so I wanted to clarify a few things.
When Steph said "it's not him I'm mad at" she wasn't referring to her fight with Tim at all, she was referring to herself, for sleeping with Dean in the first place. This is really unfair to herself, unfortunately Chuck Dixon probably agreed with her line of thinking because he sucks. This is apparent from the dialogue preceding:
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Dean: I heard you had a baby.
Steph: Don't worry. I put it up for adoption, Dean.
Dean: Soooo it was mine. Then there's no reason you and I can't get back together then.
Steph (while kicking him in the balls): I dunno Dean, I can think of a couple.
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Steph is mad she was ever with him is I think the most straightforward interpretation here.
So, there's a lot we learn from the scene I've seen people skate over-- Steph makes the assumption Dean won't care that she had their baby, wouldn't want to be involved in it's life, that she would've been stuck raising it on her own if she'd chosen that, that his main concern would be whether he'd have to take any sort of responsibility for it, that this was presumably why he hadn't approached her before now (and probably ghosted her when she tried to contact him?)
Her assessment of this has to be based on how he was as a person to her while she was dating him. And his response proves she was 100% right in her assessment. He's not concerned about the fact Steph went through the pregnancy on her own.He's not curious about the Steph’s experience or the baby.He's relieved he doesn't have to deal with it.
The "nothing is stopping us from getting back together" indicates he would NOT want to get back together if the baby WAS in the picture, because he doesn't want to help raise it. He was equally responsible for the pregnancy, yet he had to deal with none of the challenges or decisions, and Steph had to deal with all of them, and he has the absolute gall to assume she'd ever want to get back together with him after going through all that.
imo that absolutely goes beyond "normal teen jerk" into absolutely horrible. Maybe he could grow out of it, idk, but it's a hole to dig himself out of, especially if he ends up getting other girls pregnant which seems likely.
The other evidence that Dean was pretty horrible is how Steph talks about who she's been with, and how she views herself. She tells Tim she's okay with him NOT TRUSTING HER WITH HIS REAL NAME because he's the "nicest guy she's ever dated" and "probably too good for her". That's a heartbreaking thing to say, and indicates Steph only things she's good enough for assholes, Dean included. You don't get that kind of self-image by dating nice cool people.
Idk if Dean crossed over into abusive, I think that's up to interpretation. I go with probably not, he just doesn't actually care about her. I do think he was probably meant to be an older teenager, the artist in his first appearance just drew teens very old looking. But saying he was a good boyfriend in any way is ignoring the text.
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townofcrosshollow · 8 months ago
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Hi, this is *not* an emergency but my little baby Thursday has a nasty lesion on the side of her neck of unknown origin (the vet thinks it's related to her allergies) and I've had to pay out my ass for vet bills and meds for her so if you love this little girlie and would like her to not continue being covered in blood consider throwing a coin to your game dev-who-is-currently-too-mentally ill-to-develop-games 🥲
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(More pics under the cut because she is very cute but very ghastly at the moment)
Observe: she turns on her side and exposes her neck to turn my relaxing bath into a much less relaxing bath
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xoxojisu · 3 months ago
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"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."
synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)
notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry
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ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.
you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.
and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)
he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.
so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.
right?
-
it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.
"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.
katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."
"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."
"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.
the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.
"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."
"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."
"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"
"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"
the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.
"all of you, shut the hell up!"
"just admit it. you're in love."
he gritted his teeth.
"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.
"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.
you froze.
what?
was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?
your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?
..right?
"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"
you held your breath.
"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."
your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.
insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.
you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.
had you just been deluding yourself all this time?
you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.
-
it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.
katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.
you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.
on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.
but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.
you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.
you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.
-
katsuki was dying.
two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.
he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.
katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.
and it was fucking killing him.
he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?
he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.
he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.
he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.
he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.
he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.
-
it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.
usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.
the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.
not just away, but away from him.
the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.
and he saw that you weren’t you.
he stared.
throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.
katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.
he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.
you blinked up at him. "...what?"
his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.
no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.
"are you okay..?"
"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"
he reached down and grabbed you.
gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)
you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.
"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."
you blinked, suddenly breathless.
he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.
you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.
not at first, anyway.
because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?
you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.
he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.
the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.
you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.
“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.
he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”
you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”
“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."
you snort. "the hell?"
he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”
you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.
instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.
you sit like that for a long time.
finally, he speaks up, his voice low.
"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"
your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.
"nothing," you settle with.
he gives you a look.
you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.
"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.
but he did.
and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.
you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.
"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."
your breath hitches.
"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."
you think you might cry.
"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."
you hold back a giggle.
"i love you."
the world stills.
you don’t move.
you don’t speak.
hell, you're scared to breathe.
your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.
he said it.
he said it.
and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.
his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.
you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.
no teasing.
no trying to be brave or play it all off.
just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.
you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.
his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.
you say nothing.
you don’t need to.
because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.
you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.
he breathes in too.
slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.
you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)
you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.
"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.
you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.
"i love you too."
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aethercoreheart · 4 months ago
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caleb | 1:22 am
Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.
"Caleb?"
There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.
"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"
You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.
"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.
"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."
You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."
You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"
---
"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."
You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?
The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Go get him, I'll wait here."
You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.
"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."
You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"
He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.
You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."
He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.
You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"
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It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.
Almost there!
You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.
You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."
You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.
"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."
This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.
"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."
Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.
You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.
You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."
A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."
Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.
You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.
You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.
"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."
You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.
"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.
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It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.
"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"
"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.
You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.
"Meow," you had said.
"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.
Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.
"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"
"What did you just call her?'
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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.
"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.
As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.
"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.
A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.
"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"
"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."
And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.
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"You should leave her at home--"
"--absolutely not--"
"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"
"--unequivocally, no--"
"--why not?!"
Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.
"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.
"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."
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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"
"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."
"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.
"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"
The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.
"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"
"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"
Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.
"Get this fucking thing off me--"
"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."
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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.
Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.
He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.
You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.
"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."
You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.
"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."
"Meow."
"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."
The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.
You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.
Silence.
"...what is wrong with y--"
"Meow."
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Skitterskitterskitter.
Distant meows.
Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.
Skitterskitterskitter.
Thunk.
More distant meows.
"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.
SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--
Directly over his face.
"Meow--"
"I am begging you--"
RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.
Distant meows.
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"I miss you."
You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.
Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.
You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.
"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.
He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.
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"Meow."
Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--
Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.
You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.
"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"
You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.
Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.
"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"
Part Two linked here!
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sugoroo · 9 months ago
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ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, looking up skirt, panty stealing + sniffing + licking, masturbation, professional misconduct, 18+ minors dni.
pervy electrician!toji who unintentionally shows up a little earlier at your house than he was supposed to and is rewarded with the sight of a very unprepared you hurriedly rushing to answer the door in just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks.
pervy electrician!toji whose usual disinterested expression he has permanently plastered upon his features during work hours morphs into one of subtle interest as his dark eyes leisurely drag up and down your figure — and damn, he never gets sent out to clients as hot as you.
pervy electrician!toji who greets you with a simple nod as he brushes past you to get inside, his scarred lips involuntarily twitching up into an amused half-smile at how you ramble out several apologies for not being ready for his arrival.
pervy electrician!toji who casually waves it off and assures you that he doesn't mind; and he definitely doesn't mind when it means that he gets to watch you walk around in front of him wearing that shirt that barely even covers your ass.
pervy electrician!toji who is as well-mannered as he has to be when conversing with a customer, but makes sure to inject a little more charm into his voice just for you as he drawls out "well, what seems to be the problem, ma'am?"
pervy electrician!toji who silently pats himself on the back when he notices you grow slightly flustered at the polite term he used to address you by, leaning against your kitchen counter as he watches you explain the issues you've had with your power frequently cutting out lately.
pervy electrician!toji who has to make a concerted effort to bite back a scoff when you explain that despite being married, your useless husband has no idea how to fix the problem himself so you had no choice but to resort to calling his company.
pervy electrician!toji who can hardly even comprehend that your sorry excuse for a husband just went to work for the day and left a precious thing like you here with no power; some fools really don't know how good they have it, do they?
pervy electrician!toji who finds a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips when you joke lightly that you'd make him a cup of coffee if there was any power for the kettle. so you're pretty as hell and you have a good sense of humour... oh, he's in trouble.
pervy electrician!toji who investigates the fuse box located at the back of the cupboard under the kitchen sink while you dash upstairs to change into something more appropriate, humming a quiet tune under his breath while he works.
pervy electrician!toji who figures out what the issue is in no time at all — there's a small leak dripping from the pipe leading from the bottom of the sink that has trickled down and fried some of the wiring; shouldn't be too hard to fix.
but for some reason, he finds himself wanting to create a reason for him to stay around here just a little longer.
so, pervy electrician!toji 'accidentally' makes the leak even worse by using the spanner on his tool belt to stretch the hole in the pipe slightly wider, causing any working part left in the fuse box to fizzle out into uselessness as a result.
pervy electrician!toji who has to pretend to be inconvenienced by the problem that he just worsened once you return to the kitchen, scratching the side of his jaw and telling you that it'll take him atleast a couple of hours to try and salvage the fuse box.
pervy electrician!toji who isn't exactly lying when he says this; just refraining from telling you the whole truth that there is no way to fix the ruined thing now. the entire box has to be replaced and he doesn't happen to have a new one with him today.
...looks like he'll just have to come back tomorrow, too.
pervy electrician!toji who keeps himself busy pretending to attempt to mend things under the cupboard, but finds it quite hard not to be distracted by your pretty self sitting atop the counter where you insisted on staying to keep him company while he works.
but, at the end of the day, pervy electrician!toji is a man, after all — a man who can't help himself from sneaking a quick peek up the edge of the skirt you changed into, holding back a groan when he catches a small glimpse of your patterned panties.
pervy electrician!toji who claims he needs to use your bathroom a little while later, making sure you don't follow him up the stairs before sneaking through the hall until he finds you and your husband's shared bedroom.
pervy electrician!toji who finds himself rifling through his client's underwear drawer like a damn horny teenager, hastily pulling out a pair of cute panties similar the ones he knows you're wearing downstairs right now.
pervy electrician!toji who is way too worked up to feel any sense of shame as he pushes his baggy work trousers down, exposing the extremely noticeable tent and subsequent wet patch staining the front of his boxers.
"fuckin' hell," pervy electrician!toji rasps as he shoves a hand into his boxers, wrapping it around the base of his painfully throbbing cock as he begins languidly stroking himself. "driving me crazy here, girl." he mutters to himself.
pervy electrician!toji who can't stop himself from holding your panties up to his face, cursing under his breath when he remembers that these are a clean pair from your drawer. no — he needs a used pair if he wants to be able to properly get off.
pervy electrician!toji who sifts through your laundry hamper like a starving man searching for scraps of food in a dumpster, his movements fuelled by the sheer need to release the overwhelming desire coursing through his veins.
pervy electrician!toji whose scarred lips twitch up into a victorious smirk when he finally finds a dirty pair of your panties, wasting no time in pressing his nose against the slick-stained crotch and inhaling your scent. and fuck, is it an intoxicating smell.
pervy electrician!toji who is utterly pussydrunk without even being near your actual cunt, tongue instinctively flicking out on its own to lap lightly at the soiled material, a pornographic moan falling from his lips afterwards.
"shit. tastes s-so sweet, heh." pervy electrician!toji grunts as he resumes those earnest tugs of his furiously hard cock, his sloppy mouth just coating your dirty panties with his glistening salvia.
pervy electrician!toji who is cumming in record time like a downright pathetic and touch-starved virgin, one press of his thick thumb against his weeping tip causing it to spill rope after rope of milky release into his boxers.
pervy electrician!toji who does actually go to the bathroom after he's pulled his trousers up and shoved both pairs of stolen panties into his pockets, cleaning himself up as best he can and checking his reflection in the mirror to make sure he doesn't look too wrecked.
pervy electrician!toji who saunters downstairs and faces you with an easy smile as if he didn't just jerk off with your used underwear pressed against his mouth, sharing the news that he'll 'unfortunately' have to return tomorrow to replace the broken fuse box.
pervy electrician!toji who tells you his usual bill for the basic work he's done today, although secretly gives you a considerable discount — one because it's you, and two because he didn't actually do anything to fix your power issue and instead deliberately made it worse so he could stay longer.
pervy electrician!toji who releases an amused chuckle when you frantically dart around the house in search of your purse, coming to the sheepish conclusion that you must've left it in your husband's car that he drove to work this morning with.
pervy electrician!toji who simply shrugs and suggests that you pay him when he comes by tomorrow instead. little do you know, however, that you've already paid him... just in the form of an orgasm and two pairs of panties instead of money.
pervy electrician!toji who is counting down the seconds until he can see you again as he drives home in the company van, body relaxed and sated from his previous climax and pockets stuffed pleasantly full with stolen underwear.
he'd say that was all in good day's work.
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wwinterwitch · 5 days ago
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first introduction – johnny storm x fem!reader
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summary: they finally meet johnny's new girlfriend pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader word count: 3.8k tags: minor 4F spoilers (just regarding the dynamics between characters but nothing that involves the actual plot of the movie!), a bit of angst, johnny gets a bit overwhelmed sometimes, johnny and sue being cute siblings, reader owns a bakery, fluff, he's down bad!!!!, shy!reader notes: i watched the movie yesterday and oh boy do i love joseph as johnny, he's amazing!!! i hope all the ones in dying need of some immediate fanfics enjoy this one
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No one has said it out loud yet, but it's painfully obvious that there's something going on with Johnny.
Everyone has been noticing he seems to go out a lot more and his demeanor has been...weird. There's days where he leaves the tower absolutely drenched in cologne. Other days, he doesn't even return at night. He's been wearing a specific knitted sweater that no one knows where he got it from, and he's often returning home with a bag filled with delicious pastries he claims he just randomly bought somewhere.
The clues were all there from the start, but it wasn’t a topic of discussion until that particular Sunday.
"Where's Johnny?" Sue asks, taking a seat on her usual seat as they all gather at the dining table to eat.
"Out," Ben points out, his tone insinuating what everyone's been thinking for weeks now.
Reed looks at both of them with a confused expression, and perhaps a bit offended too. "Again?"
Just before anyone could say anything else, Johnny rushes out of the elevator, moving towards the kitchen to leave the usual bag of pastries he always carries back with him.
"Sorry, I know I'm late," he quickly says, slightly out of breath, throwing his jacket towards the sofa by the lounge area before taking a seat. "My bad."
No one moves, simply watching as Johnny fills his plate with food and acts like absolutely nothing is going on. Like this isn't like the millionth time he's been late for dinner. Like it's not obvious that his head has clearly been elsewhere these past few weeks.
"Johnny," Sue calls his name softly, a playful grin inevitably appearing on her face.
As he looks up, he realizes everyone is looking at him almost in expectation, which immediately disturbs him. "What? What did I do?"
His sister shrugs innocently, leaning forward on the table, apparently determined to find out the truth about his secret getaways. "Is there something you would like to tell us?"
He sits completely still for a few seconds, not really knowing what to say at first. A flash of panic appears on his face before he focuses back on his plate to start eating. "Not really." Johnny takes a few bites of the food, immediately nodding in approval. "This is really good, little buddy!" he says, turning towards H.E.R.B.I.E. who offers him a cheerful series of beeps after his comment, beeping a bit more when he affectionately scratches the top of his robotic head. "I was starving."
Ben laughs. "I knew it."
Johnny frowns immediately, turning to look at him. "What?" he insists, mouth full of his last previous bites.
"Come on, Johnny, we're not dumb! It's obvious you have a girlfriend."
He almost chokes on his food, drinking a big gulp of water before giving his friend a look in complete disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You tried to change the subject and now you're getting defensive," Ben insists, letting out another laugh. "That means it's true. You have a girlfriend."
"I'm not being defensive!"
“Are you sure?” Sue asks this time, as calm as ever.
“Very!”
There's a brief silence before Reed decides to join the conversation. "You do sound a bit defensive."
"So what's her name?" 
Johnny lets out a tired sigh after Sue’s question, leaning back on his chair as he considers what to do next. She clearly looks interested. Finding out her little brother might actually try to settle down for once in his life is certainly something she wasn't expecting to happen anytime soon.
Is he really capable of keeping his relationship a secret anymore? It's not like he has done much of an effort in hiding it, anyway. Perhaps he has been waiting for them to bring it up so he doesn't have to be the one to do so. It’s much easier if they pressure him to talk, isn’t it?
Before he even registers the consequences of his actions, your name slips out of his lips in a soft whisper. It's not like he's embarrassed to reveal your existence to his family, but it is a bit...scary. He's never been in this position before. Never had to inform them about anyone remotely meaningful in his life. Although, it’s not like he has ever been this committed to anyone else before.
Letting his family know is only further confirmation that he might actually be falling harder than he could've ever anticipated, and that's a terrifying realization for someone who's never felt like this before. It's a whole new level of vulnerability and exposure that he's beginning to get familiar with.
Reed looks beyond surprised to receive actual confirmation that this 'girlfriend' really exists. "Oh, so it's true?"
Johnny immediately starts shaking his head, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Nope. Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not looking at you in any way."
"Yes. Yes, you are. All of you are. And it's making me very uncomfortable."
"Hey, can you really blame us?" Ben says this time, as if all of their reactions are more than justified. "You've never talked about any girlfriends before. I was starting to think you were allergic to the term 'commitment' or something."
"Ha-ha, that's so funny", Johnny replies sarcastically. "There hasn't been anyone worth talking about before."
That last comment makes Sue smile. A genuine smile this time. "Can you tell us more about her?"
Johnny seems to be very much done with this conversation, but his sister looks really hopeful to gather at least some information about you, so he eventually decides to keep talking. Even when the look on their faces makes him feel incredibly exposed, there's something oddly comforting about finally being able to talk to them about you. It feels like he’s finally introducing you into his life for good.
"She's...uh, well, we met like a month ago. She owns a bakery that's about four blocks from here. Insultingly gorgeous, beyond patient if she manages to put up with me all day."
"So she made those?" Reed asks, pointing at the bag he left on the kitchen counter as soon as he arrived earlier.
"Those...uh, yeah. I always tell her it's not necessary, but she likes sending them to you guys."
"Oh, Johnny, and all this time we haven't said a single thank you to that poor girl!" Sue snaps back at him, sounding completely horrified that he hasn't told them before. "We have to send her a gift someday."
"It's really not–"
"Yeah, H.E.R.B.I.E. and I can figure something out," Ben interrupts him. "There's this pumpkin pie recipe we've been meaning to try."
"Guys–"
"Great! And Reed and I can help."
"We can?" Reed asks in a confused whisper, knowing absolutely nothing about cooking. "Yeah, sure. Of course we can," he corrects himself when Sue turns to give him a look.
"No need to do that," Johnny insists, although he can't hide his smile right now. The fact that they're willing to send you a gift does really spark something in him. Like they're already fully accepting you into their lives too.
"It's the least we can do after getting free pastries for weeks!" his sister insists. "And perhaps you could invite her over sometime. I don't want her to think she's not welcome here."
Johnny is finally starting to feel a bit more comfortable now. So much so that he starts to genuinely consider Sue's proposition. What's the worst that could happen? It's probably time that they finally get to meet you.
But before he can get too comfortable, Reed decides to intervene. "Can I ask just one question?"
The atmosphere slightly shifts. Johnny's smile falters, Sue stops eating and Ben just looks down at his plate. The fact that Reed has been so quiet all this time is not really a good sign. It means he's been lost in his own head for way too long, evaluating and deciphering. That can be his biggest skill but also his worst flaw.
"I just want to know if you're...well, genuinely committed," he starts a bit uncertain, hoping his worries don't cause a misunderstanding. "This girl sounds very lovely. I just want to make sure–"
"What, that I'm not dumping her for the first woman that walks down the street?" Johnny interrupts him, his tone showing how displeased he is with his insinuation.
"No, I didn't mean–"
Before he can screw this up even further, Ben decides to intervene to help him out. "I think what Reed is trying to say is that you tend to be a guy that likes to keep things casual, so if that's the case, it's fair for her to know where you stand."
"No, I get exactly what he was trying to say. Johnny just has a really unhealthy relationship with women, right? He couldn't possibly be serious when he talks about this random chick he just met."
"Hey, I wasn't trying to insult you."
"Really?" he snaps back at his brother in law, offering him an ironic smile as he stands up from the table. "Too bad, Reed. Just because you don't mean it as an insult, doesn't mean it doesn't feel like one."
"Johnny," Sue tries, wanting to mediate the argument.
"Lost my appetite," he announces abruptly, right before storming to his room.
Sue sighs, immediately turning to her husband now, looking at him in complete silence. "I didn't mean it like that," he insists, sounding genuinely apologetic.
"We know you didn't," Sue reassures him. "But like he said, that doesn't mean it won't hurt him."
"You don't always have to say what's on that clever mind of yours, you know?" Ben adds shortly after, sounding sympathetic as well.
"Should I go talk to him?"
Sue gives his hand a tiny squeeze. "Give him some time to cool down. I'm sure he'll be open to listen to you later."
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Johnny really fought against his initial instinct of running back to you for comfort, because he couldn't bring himself to lie to you about what happened, and he really didn't want to drag you into this.
He knew something like that would happen if he were to talk about your existence. They would all assume he's just being overdramatic over some girl he'll probably get bored of in a few more days. That his feelings aren't really that serious.
But that's only because they don't know you yet, and they have no idea how deeply you have impacted his life. Johnny never really understood that whole 'love at first sight' bullshit. He has claimed to be in love in the past, but he never really meant it. It was just Johnny being Johnny. But now he feels like a complete dumbass because he's pretty sure he experienced that the first time he laid eyes on you and now he can’t joke about it. His feelings are terrifyingly real.
Despite really wanting to be with you right now, he decides to stay locked up in his room with a pair of headphones on as a way to keep the outside noise away, simply lost in his own head.
That is, until a loud banging on his door startles him. Annoyed, he leaves his bed to head towards the door, opening it to meet Ben and Sue on the other side. “What?”
"Reed wants to apologize."
“Oh, does he? Because I don’t see him.”
“He’s in his lab. You know he likes to be there when he’s stressed. I’ll go find him.”
As Ben walks off, Johnny can’t help but let out a sigh as he walks back to his bed, half-regretting his outburst earlier during dinner. "He doesn't really have to. It's not like what he said isn't the truth, anyway."
"Don't say that."
"I'm sure you were all thinking the same thing. I don't have the best reputation. My longest relationship has been...what, two days? I'm not really a father's dreamed son in law."
Sue can't help but let out a soft chuckle at his absurdity. He leans back on his bed while she takes a seat next to him. "Don't be too hard on yourself. You're very clever, way too charming for your own good, and unbelievably kind. You have many great qualities,” she says in a soft, comforting voice. “Well, and let's not forget you're the Human Torch."
"You're obligated to say all that because you're my sister."
"I say it because it's true and I mean it. You're so special, Johnny, don't ever think otherwise."
Johnny stays quiet for a few seconds before offering his sister a soft smile. "Thank you."
She opens her arms and waits for him to get closer. Johnny rolls his eyes, as if the idea of hugging repulses him, but he's immediately sitting up and moving closer to her. Sue keeps her arms wrapped around him while he cuddles closer to her, and she can't help but think back on little two year-old Johnny seeking comfort in his big sister's arms after waking up from a nightmare.
"You really like this girl, don't you?"
"More than I'd like to admit," he replies almost immediately. "I swear, there's absolutely nothing casual between us."
"I'd really like to meet her, if you're okay with introducing us. Perhaps the two of us can visit her? If meeting everyone is too much just yet."
"No, no. I can bring her over. She's been dying to meet all of you too. I was the one making excuses all the time. I was just afraid, I guess."
"Afraid of what?" she asks softly, moving back enough to be able to look at him.
"Of allowing this to get as non-casual as it can get?" he says, not exactly sure on how to put his insecurities into words, but thankfully Sue seems to understand him perfectly.
"Oh, you really like her," she teases with a little smirk, making Johnny roll his eyes again.
"Alright. Enough," he says jokingly, trying to get away for her hug.
"Let me enjoy this please. I've waited so long for this moment," she replies, finally letting him go. "But seriously, I like seeing you like this. And I’m happy you found someone."
Johnny offers his sister a smile, reaching out to grab her hand to give it a gentle squeeze. Their little moment is abruptly interrupted when they hear a light knock on the door. Reed is standing there, with that same troubled expression he had when Johnny had walked away earlier.
"Relax, Reed. We're all good, buddy," Johnny says before he tries to blurt out awkward apologies at him. It's honestly better to just forgive him than to try to sit through a week-long monologue about how terribly sorry Reed is. He wouldn't hear the end of it. "At least for now. Don't get too comfortable."
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"A teaspoon, Reed! How do you not know what a teaspoon is!"
Reed looks beyond stressed, his apron filled with flour. He's practically sweating at this point. "Well, this isn't exactly my area of expertise!"
"Clearly," Ben replies right after while H.E.R.B.I.E. quickly pours the mix on top of the pie crust, ready to put it inside the oven.
Sue gives her husband a quick kiss on the cheek, offering him a smile. "You did your best, babe."
The elevator rings not too long after, announcing your arrival. Sue practically rushes towards you and Johnny to be the first to welcome you.
"It's so nice to finally meet you," she says cheerfully, giving you a hug.
Being in the presence of all four of them in their infamous tower certainly is nerve wracking, but Sue's embrace is a warm welcome that immediately makes you feel more at ease. "Oh, the pleasure's all mine, really," you immediately reply, your voice betraying you as it reveals how nervous you really are.
"She brought you flowers," Johnny says this time, noticing that in your panic state you totally forgot about the bouquet you’re currently holding in your hand.
"Yes, right! Sorry. These are for you," you quickly say, offering your boyfriend a soft smile in appreciation for his help.
"They're lovely, thank you," Sue keeps smiling at you, before her eyes briefly drift towards Johnny, letting him know she already likes you. You don’t really notice their silent exchange, focusing on the little robot that stands next to Sue instead, his tiny mechanical hands extended to receive the flowers. "Thank you H.E.R.B.I.E., but I'll find a place for them on my own."
The robot replies with a polite beep, turning his head to you now. He takes you in, offering a friendly wave before rushing back to the kitchen.
"See, even he likes you already," you hear Johnny whispering, his arm gently placed around your waist before leaving a delicate kiss on your cheek.
Then, Reed and Ben are approaching you. The sight of Mr. Fantastic covered in flour certainly is a hilarious sight, but you pretend to ignore it as you offer them a shy smile.
"Welcome," he says politely, extending a hand for a handshake, immediately realizing it's filled with flour. "Oh, I'm sorry," he whispers in embarrassment, trying to wipe his hand in his apron.
"We were doing a little something to repay you for all those free pastries you sent us," Ben explains with a soft laugh. "Hopefully it turns out decent enough. I’m Ben, by the way. Nice to meet you.”
You quickly introduce yourself, finding it amusing that he feels the need to introduce himself. As if they’re not the most beloved group on Earth. It’s a nice gesture though. "It's already starting to smell good, which is always a good sign," you point out regarding whatever it is that they attempted to bake, the faint smell of pumpkin slowly invading the room.
"If it fails, you might have to give us the instructions next time."
Reed nods. "I'm sure you'll yell a lot less than Ben here."
"It’s just mindblowing how you don't know what a teaspoon is. It’s in the name."
The interaction makes you giggle, and Johnny can't help but smile when he looks at you to catch you laughing. It's like the entire world around him disappears when he manages to capture even just a glimpse of your smile.
The pair walk back to the kitchen, but before you could follow them, you feel Johnny’s hand gently grabbing your purse, intending to slide it off your shoulder. "Let me take your coat," he offers. 
You quickly thank him before allowing him to grab your purse and coat, placing them at a nearby hanger before returning to your side, like there's some magnetic pull inevitably pulling him towards you.
"Are you okay?" he asks when he's next to you, his arm finding its way around your waist again.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you nod, turning to look at him. "They're really nice."
"I never doubted they'd like you." There's a hint of playfulness in his tone that you catch almost immediately, feeling your face burning in embarrassment when he pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around you. "How could they not?" he whispers, looking deep into your eyes with nothing but genuine affection. "You're perfect."
"Johnny," you half-warn him in a shy voice, barely able to keep eye contact with him anymore.
"What? You are perfect," he insists, searching for your eyes with a soft smile. "And I'm so incredibly lucky you're here. In my life, I mean."
You really appreciate his words, but it's becoming a bit too much to handle. It's always too much when he starts saying things like this. And it’s especially mortifying when his family is just feet away.
"Stop it," you insist, and he immediately pulls you in for a tight hug that takes you by surprise, making you giggle as you almost lose your balance.
"Sorry, I just can't help myself," he mutters into your hair, as if it's genuinely impossible to stop showing you so much affection. "I think you might become the death of me, you know?"
From the kitchen, the other three watch the scene unfold in silence, expressions mixed with curiosity and surprise at the sight of Johnny looking so infatuated with you.
"I never thought I'll get to see this side of him," Ben comments in the lowest voice possible. "I wasn't sure it even existed."
"He looks really...happy."
Sue smiles after her husband's comment. "He really does."
"Poor girl can't catch a break." Ben's statement comes right after Johnny mutters something else into your ear, immediately grinning to himself after you start laughing.
"Oh, she enjoys it just as much as Johnny does," Sue points out in her brother's defense. "It's cute. They're just starting their relationship. It's normal to be all over each other."
"I don't think I'll get used to this Johnny that easily," Reed comments.
"I love this Johnny," Sue comments right after. "And this is still our Johnny. We just hadn't had the chance to see this side of him before."
"Wish I hadn't seen it," Ben frowns in playful disgust, watching as his friend gives you a quick kiss on the lips before finally letting you go to finally join the others.
Johnny turns around, noticing the three of them looking at their exchange from the kitchen. "What a bunch of creeps," he calls out.
"You were the one all over her, pal," Ben replies shortly after.
"Well, she's my girlfriend, so I'll be all over her as much as I want."
"And we're the creepy ones."
Sue decides to ignore their banter, walking towards you to steal you away from Johnny's side. "Would you like anything? Tea, coffee, water? Perhaps something to eat?"
"Uh, tea would be nice," you reply, immediately following after her.
"Boys?" she calls next, awaiting for them to say anything.
You help Sue get everything ready after everyone announces what they'll be having. Reed quickly excuses himself to go get rid of as much flour remaining on his hands and clothes as possible while Johnny walks straight to one of the cabinets to retrieve a box of cereal.
Ben starts bickering with Johnny after he keeps attempting to throw cereal at his head. Reed returns with a small machine that makes a faint beeping noise, seemingly lost in his own little bubble with one of his many researches, briefly joining the argument when one of the cereals land on his head instead, distracting him from whatever it is that he’s checking. Meanwhile, Sue strikes up casual conversation with you in order to get to know you better.
Despite this being the first introduction, there's something oddly comfortable about this. Like you fit right in. Like you’ve already found your place in their dynamic. Perhaps you and Johnny's family will get along even better than any of you might’ve anticipated.
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telephoniii · 5 months ago
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Do you accept requests? I really loved the Really him thing and was wondering if you could do that but him reacting to reader being in a polyamorous relationship with Malleus and Leona? Srry id u not comfortable with it. I thought id ask cuz there are like no poly fics
I’ve actually been debating whether or not to do requests. That and I was thinking about making a masterlist! If people really want to request stuff/have a masterlist then lmk and I’d be down to do it. My verdict rn is; if you have an idea, feel free to send it. 🤷
Also! It's not exactly polyamorous, but I've got a longer fic in the works abt Leona and Malleus being love rivals for the reader. So if that interests you than stay tuned!!
Anyways, lets get to the fun and whimsical stuff!
I’m not poly myself so I’m really sorry if anything is misrepresented. I did decide to add more than just Malleus and Leona since I thought it’d be fun! I hope you enjoy :>
REALLY…HIM? (Poly Addition)
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malleus and leona
Oh, you’re going to give this man a heart attack. Because what do you mean you’re dating the two most powerful yet reckless students of them all. Malleus and Leona? The two have a heated rivalry, do they not?!Do you have no concern for your safety?!?!The amount of sheer power these two hold together frighten this poor soul. He tells you to keep your distance if they start to fight. As a magicless student, you do NOT want to get involved if a duel were to break out. No, Trein wants you to RUN if that ever happens. Give him some time to get used to it. The sight of you next to Malleus and Leona in the hallways sends panic throughout his nervous system. After a month or so, Trein mellows out. He’ll start asking technical questions that you don’t have answers to. “If you were to marry them both, would all three of you be the rulers of Briars Valley?” ??? No clue, Professor. Can I get back to my test in peace now?
ace and deuce
He’s not surprised in the slightest. Trein always had an inkling that something was going on between you three. He just didn't want to believe it. Why? Because he doesn't like them. Well, scratch that. He doesn't like Ace. Is he supposed to jump for joy at the fact you’re dating the biggest slacker among all the first years? Trein has a habit of nit-picking them both and what they do. However, despite all the smack he talks, deep down he heavily approves of the relationship. He knows the two boys and doesn't doubt their loyalty to you. It's always been the three of you from the start and he views it as an unbreakable bond. So, even though he makes a face when you walk in with Deuce’s sports jacket and says you should take it off because it smells like sweat, he finds himself smiling when he spots you three sitting together at lunch just enjoying each others company. The way you all joke around and laugh together like you’re the only people in the world. He trusts them with your heart more than anyone else.
vil and rook
He actually thinks it's a pretty sweet relationship at first. You all balance each other out. Vil and Rook earned Trein’s seal of approval to date you from day one… and then Rook sends him a creepy letter thanking him for being supportive and— yep. Trein takes back that seal because what the hell. For the senders name on the letter, it was by both Rook and Vil, so Trein pulls both of them aside to talk about HIS boundaries. (He thought he didn't have to explicitly say, “Don’t stalk me before, during, or after school hours” but here we are) Vil is so confused the whole time. What could've possibly prompted this?? Then he remembers his boyfriend next to him who’s blissfully smiling and it all starts to make sense. With a sigh, Vil ends up apologizing to Trein for the whole ordeal and tells you about it as well. Rook gives you a kiss and promises to just watch Trein from afar. You don’t know how much better that is and it seems like Vil is thinking the same thing as he lets out a small groan. Trein is forever unnerved by your relationship— specifically because of Rook.
jamil and azul
Honey, are you being manipulated into this relationship? Which one of them is gaslighting you? Trein knows that they both have deceptive tendencies and is concerned. He’s not actively against it or anything, but he just keeps a close eye on the three of you. Jamil and Azul pick up on this and silently agree to each other that they want to prove themselves to Trein. Expect to get the ultimate royalty treatment everytime the Professor is around. One moment they’re playfully poking fun at you, the next they are cherishing the ground you walk on. (As they should) Unfortunately, it ends up having the opposite effect where Trein is even more suspicious and starts telling you to keep your distance from them. Jamil lets out a tired sigh an decides to do the mature thing by actually talking to Trein about their relationship with you. He drags Azul along with him and makes sure to keep him in check during the discussion. Jamil’s honesty takes Trein by surprise. Usually he wasn't one to make himself notable like that. Azul, reluctantly, ends up being honest about his feelings and relationship regarding you after Jamil. Afterward, Trein doesn’t say anything the next time he sees the three of you together. Instead, he just gives you a small nod and smile. Wow. Ultimate approval. Jamil and Azul high-five each other under the table.
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objects in the mirror | j. togame
✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+
✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)
✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.
go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.
✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.
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"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"
"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."
Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.
"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"
"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."
"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.
"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"
"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.
"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."
"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."
He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"
Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."
He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."
You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."
"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.
"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."
"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"
You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."
"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"
You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."
He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.
"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."
"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."
Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.
"Have you not? Like... ever?"
"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."
Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.
He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?
"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"
"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.
"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."
"How much?"
"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"
"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"
You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."
"Lemme see,"
"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."
You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.
You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.
He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.
You wonder if this is weird.
It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...
Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.
Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.
"It's cute."
"Huh?"
"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."
You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."
Another pause. Brief but not.
"Do you want help using it?"
"Wha—"
"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"
Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.
"...In what way?"
Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."
...Huh?
"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"
"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.
You stop to consider the question then shake your head.
"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"
"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"
You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.
You frown a little deeper.
"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.
"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."
"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."
"Does that do anything for you?"
He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."
You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."
"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"
You shake your head.
"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."
He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."
Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.
"Lay down. Get comfortable."
You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.
Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.
He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.
He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.
"What was that for?"
"Breaking the ice."
You mumble. "Oh..."
Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."
"Huh? No I'm not,"
He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.
Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.
But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.
Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.
"How do you normally do this?"
You blink and look up.
"Do what?"
"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"
"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."
"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"
He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.
"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."
His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.
"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"
You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"
He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."
You look at him expectantly.
"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."
"How...?"
"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."
"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.
"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."
"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."
He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."
Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.
The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—
If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.
When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.
You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.
He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.
(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)
Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.
Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.
"Does that feel good?"
It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.
"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."
He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."
An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.
"Do you feel a little warmed up?"
His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."
"From kissing?"
You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.
Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.
A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.
"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"
"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."
"Makes sense,"
He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.
"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"
"A sports bra."
"Right."
He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.
"Stop looking so hard."
He brushes past that. "They're nice."
"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.
"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"
"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."
"Why's that?"
You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."
He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.
Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.
He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.
Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.
You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."
You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?
He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.
But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.
You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.
"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"
He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.
"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"
You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.
Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.
You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.
Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?
"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.
"You think you're worked up enough for it?"
You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."
"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"
"Do what?"
"Fuck yourself with something,."
The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."
"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."
You sniff. "Okay."
He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.
Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.
You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.
"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.
"Uh-huh."
"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."
"Oh. That makes sense."
"It does right? Go ahead and start."
You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.
You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.
"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."
You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.
"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."
"But—"
"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"
Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.
"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"
"Don't point it out, aah,"
"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.
"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."
"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"
He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.
Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.
"Kame—"
"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"
"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"
He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.
"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."
You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.
You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.
"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.
"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."
"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.
"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."
Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.
A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.
"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.
"Take your fingers out and show them to me."
Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.
"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."
Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.
"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"
You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.
Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.
The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.
He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.
The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.
You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.
"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."
"Turning it on, baby. Easy."
The word baby makes your body melt.
A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.
Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.
You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.
You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.
Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.
You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.
"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."
He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.
"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"
The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.
Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.
You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.
"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."
Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.
"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"
"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"
On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.
"Fuck!"
You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.
Your legs are twitching.
Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.
"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.
Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.
"You were so sexy like that."
You blink at him, face flushed.
"Sexy?"
"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"
You put a hand over his mouth.
"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"
He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."
"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"
He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"
You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."
"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."
"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."
Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.
"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"
"Uhm, yeah? I figured."
"Don't go around getting help from anyone."
You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."
He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."
You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.
"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"
Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."
He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.
"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."
"Is that what you really want?"
You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.
"More than anything,"
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secretlovezz · 1 year ago
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Whiplash
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Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Summary: you've been avoiding Eddie like the plague and he's desperate to figure out what he's done to deserve it.
Warnings: hurt/comfort?? idk, kissing, fluffy ending, pining, idiots in love, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used for reader, reader is a crybaby ig idk she reacted how I would soooo, lmk if i missed anything!
Wordcount: 2010
A/N: Not really proofread and kind of written in a rush cause I wasn't feeling it about halfway through so sorry if you can tell 😞
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You weren't there... again.
Your absence from your usual seat to the left of Eddie leaves him in a deep state of confusion his eyebrows furrowing in thought. This was the fifth day without your presence at his side, almost an entire week without your voice giddily telling him about the book you were reading or a new recipe you've tried, almost an entire week of being deprived of that perfect little gleam in your eyes when you looked at him rambling about something you enjoyed, and his heart ached in deprivation.
And because of this, he could with full confidence say you were avoiding him- but as to why he had no idea.
Eddie's silent at the lunch table staring at nothing in particular, and though the guys -especially the freshman- had finally learned to normalize Eddie's peculiar-ness and oddities this new silence and bleak aura had them surprised. He was stuck in his head racking through everything that's happened in the last week that could have possibly scared you away from him.
He thinks about the time he asked you for help with his math homework, but that couldn't be it considering that definitely was not the first time he'd asked and definitely was not the first time you'd happily agreed to do so. He reminisces about when he'd come to visit you during your shift at the local library in boredom playfully bothering you as you re-placed books onto the shelf.
He thinks and thinks and thinks but nothing comes to mind for your sudden evasion.
"Dude, you think any harder and steam will come out of your ears," Gareth rolls his eyes at Eddie, "What the hell's wrong with you anyway?"
Eddie leans back in his chair and dramatically throws his head back to look at the ceiling, his hair flows behind him and moves as people walk by, "She's avoiding me."
Dustin's head snaps up, still chewing his food he inserts himself into the conversation, "Who? Y/N? I just talked to her last period, she seemed fine," He shrugged.
At that Eddies head pops back up, eyes locking with Dustin's in a way that leaves the younger boy cringing, and the crease between his brows intensifies, "So she's still talking to you guys but not me?" He starts to pout a little by the end of his question.
Everyone sends looks to each other before slowly nodding and Eddie's forehead loudly makes contact with the cafeteria table, the guys wince in response.
"Well... have you tried- I don't know, asking her about it?"
The glare sent in Mikes direction after his question almost makes him apologize. Eddie heatedly scratches his head and groans in irritation; he'd tried more than a handful of times to get ahold of you, tried more than enough times to just hear your voice again but nothing worked. When he waited by your locker you would walk the other way, when he called you, you hung up as soon as you heard his voice, and worst of all you would throw out the little notes he sent you in class as you walked out and away from him once again.
"Duh! Of course I have," Eddies reply is laced with annoyance and frustration, "But I can't ask her anything if she keeps running away- I mean come on! She won't even look at me, man." His voice is soft and emotional when speaking his last sentence, He runs his hand over his face weakly and suddenly he feels like he's being pitied. He doesn't want that.
He hastily moves to pick up his things, thrusting the items into his little lunch box with more force than necessary with a pout on his tired face before standing from his seat and angrily walking away across the cafeteria, from the table and the others. They all sigh when he makes it past the cafeteria doors and after a silent moment Jeff is the first who speaks up, "So- When do you guys think they'll get over themselves and finally get together?"
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When the last bell rings after what feels like years to Eddie he's swiftly making his way out of class and out of the building, but now what time would usually be spent merrily walking to his car and making plans to see you during the weekend was spent instead making his way into the woods strolling past trees and going to the little picnic table placed in that clearing he visits every once in awhile.
He stares at the ground and his feet as he treads, kicking rocks, stones, and branches on the way.
Eddies just about there just a few trees away from the clearing before he hears footsteps other than his own a little ways ahead of him he pauses head finally lifting to look in front of him and waits to see who appears.
To his surprise you pop into his vision and his round, brown eyes widen. He goes to take a step forward his body automatically and urgently trying to get to you, desperately needing to be near the drug that is you, but he stops himself to observe.
You sit at the table and pull a book out from the satchel bag at your side and a humorous huff leaves through his nose, his face relaxing and lips curling up at the sight of you doing something you often enthusiastically spoke to him about before realizing that its a book he does not recognize, that you had started a new one, and you hadn't told him like you usually would have. The thought wipes the smile from his face in an instant and his brows furrow for the nth time that day.
He steps forward and does not stop himself this time, sauntering toward you almost as angrily has he had left the cafeteria without your knowledge as you are already too engrossed in whatever new story you were traveling into. When he sits across from you at the table you feel it shift with the added weight and at last realize that you are no longer alone.
When you eventually look up, placing your thumb in-between the pages you were reading to keep your place, your heart drops at the sight of the frustrated man in front of you. You try to move away but he quickly grabs your wrist urging you to sit back down, you look at him again and the anguish written on his face makes you find your seat.
Your gaze moves to your lap and Eddie doesn't let you go too afraid you run away again.
Eddie is the one to break the stifling silence, "Talk to me... please?" The sound of his voice makes your heart ache so guiltily it hurts, "Just- Just tell what I did wrong- tell me so I can fix it."
Though your mouth opens to respond nothing comes out and your eyes gloss over with salty tears. Eddie's hold on your wrist moves to your hand gently cupping it in his calloused palm while his thumb moves to continuously swipe over your warm skin.
Your cheeks warm at the intimate contact and it only makes your eyes well with my tears reminding you of why you were ignoring him in the first place.
"When you-," You struggle to get the words out of your closing throat but Eddie still listens patiently, "Last time... you- you did something. It wasn't a big deal to you- but um... to me it- it meant a lot and that's kind of the problem."
The brunette across from you leans in closer and tilts his head in confusion, "What did I do?"
You glance to the side in embarrassment but Eddie's thumb taps you twice to bring your attention back to the conversation, "Talk to me Princess; Tell me what I did so we can go back to normal, I miss my best friend."
You didn't want to go back to normal.
For the first time in days your eyes connect with Eddie's and you take in a shaky breath at the sight of his enchanting eyes. "You uh- you kissed me..."
Now he's confused. He had kissed you? When? He's sure he would remember finally getting to kiss you.
Your free hand travels to your cheek and it all clicks for him, the pieces falling into place. He can't help but let out a chuckle of amusement; you were right- he had kissed you, kissed you on your cheek, that is, a sweet little peck against your skin. His laughter dies out when you rip your hand from his, the tears in your eyes spilling over.
Eddie stands and rounds the table to you, "Hey hey I- I'm I shouldn't have laughed. Don't cry, sweetheart." His hands place themselves on your elbows as your hands move to cover your face. He starts to feel like that little kiss really did more than he had thought.
"Did it make you uncomfortable? I won't do it again I promise," You shake your head at his words, "Talk to me, baby."
"Don't do that! Don't call me those names if you don't mean it," Eddies eyes go wide at your outburst and his mouth opens to speak but you beat him to it, "you- you kiss me and call me those names and I- It's just too much... I like you too much."
All too quickly Eddie is forcefully removing your hands from your face and cupping your cheeks thumbing the tears from your skin, "I like you too much too."
"Don't be mean Eddie."
He connects his forehand to yours, both of your eyes closing at the closeness, "M'not, would never joke about that." His soft pink lips brush gently against yours as he speaks and your breath hitches. Your lips part slightly and your cold breath fans Eddie's face. "How can I show you I mean it hm? How 'bout... a real kiss?" He mutters. You nod all too briskly for someone who was just crying and it makes Eddie smile.
In the fullness of time Eddie presses his lips to yours and when he finally gets the taste of your lips on his he realizes he's waited entirely too long to do this despite being willing to wait an eternity for you. He's been starving for the absolute goddess that is you, now getting to satisfy that hunger digging in with no resistance and sliding his tongue past your lips flushed against him. The ache he had felt without you there fading once and for all as you kissed him back. Your hands atop his squeeze as a noise escapes the back of your throat and Eddie kisses you deeper at your audible reaction. He wants to consume you, wants to keep you so close you never leave his side, he needs it- needs you and makes sure it shows in the way he kisses you.
When he pulls away your both panting for air, Eddie's grin is smug on the top of your head and your arms are wrapped around him.
"I can't believe you made me feel like shit for an entire week just cause I gave you a lil' kiss on the cheek," Eddie mocked trying to get a quick quip in.
"Shut up! It totally freaked me out."
His loud cackle echoed in your ears and you smiled, pulling him closer and pressing your nose into his skin. Eddie's arms moved to wrap around you as well and his large hands snake around you also trying to squeeze you impossibly closer. He presses a fast peck on your cheek, then your temple, and then the top of your head. Eddie takes a deep breath inhaling the scent of you- memorizing it.
"Promise you won't do that to me again. Don't leave me alone like that again."
"I won't Eds, I promise."
"Besides! What are you going to do without me here being oh so entertaining huh?"
You laugh, "I have no idea."
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dollsxcaptains · 1 month ago
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DeadDoveDontRead | Don'tLikeDon'tRead 18+
AFAB but no pronouns or feminine descriptions used. Step-cest (liberals use of 'brother' and 'sibling") , cheating, non-con/un-protected sex, yandere, Dick Grayson is a creep, power dynamics
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We've talked about Dick Grayson cheating but may I go a step further and say that he'd full on cheat on his partner with his adoptive sibling. And to make matters worse it's really just Dick Grayson being an absolute disgusting creep towards them and they just being like—hey this is wrong??please stop??—
I'm sorry but yummy power dynamic. It's not even like you're all that much younger than Dick, you're both in you're 20's. And no matter your height, weight or strength, He dwarfs you. Don't even get e started on the automatic authority Dick has over everyone (that's mainly due to Bruce treating him like the second head of the household.) He's the golden child that could do no wrong, you've seen it time and time again where Dick does something worthy of being borderline-disowned and instead gets a kiss-on-the-wrist (because a slap on the wrist is far too harsh on little ol' robin and to be honest Dick is just a little dense,,,he's doesn't understand boundaries like you and I. Being 27-ish is still so young. Give the man grace, will ya?)
So how could you, possibly feel like you have any right to reject anything Dick Grayson wanted from you at this point? Especially not when you've complained to Bruce a numerous of times about how uncomfortable your pseudo brother makes you and more than hinted at the inappropriate things he does to you only met with "I'll speak to him but-" followed by a painfully disingenuous reasoning behind his behaviors and how you may be misunderstanding your older brother. Bruce doesn't seem to believe you, or rather he does but he'd much rather sweep it under the rug and let his precious Robin play with the toy his choice because thats much easier than facing the reality that he did in-fact fail in some way with Dick (who desperately needs to go a form of behavioral therapy.)
To be fair, none of the other bats seem to be concerned with Dick's constant harassment towards you either. Steph and Cass might jokingly punch him and tell him to leave poor you alone, when they notice him chewing on your ear all the while groping you during movie night. Or Jason might actually call him out for fucking drooling over himself as he watches you from the kitchen but that's about it. It's really the Twilight Zone and you have to wonder to yourself if Dick ever had this type of relationship with any of them before you so they are all just conditioned to believe this normal. I mean he was with Babs but she's not- well you're not either- but it's different.
Oh what great relief did you feel when Dick proudly announces at breakfast that he met someone new and how he's not going to be around as much anymore. Only for that relief to be crushed by the weight of a new brand of anxiety you've never felt before when your eyes laid upon a picture of person who looks…(deep breath everyone)…just like his dear sibling. Yay… 
I mean maybe not just alike but they share your hair, eye, and skin color. Even wear a similar style of clothes to you.
Maybe you should see the bright side. They'll be keeping him occupied now and you'll no longer have to deal any of this. This is actually great. This is what you prayed for right? Even though it's a bit un-nerving that somehow he found someone who strikingly resembles you to be intimate with. Do you think that this is his way of scratching an itch that he has? He's violated you in many ways , more than you can count but he's always stopped up to a certain point. Has been wanting to go further but knows this is the only way he can without being too far gone. Is this the type of conversations he's been having with Bruce? Oh it's okay to harass your batsib as long as you can control yourself enough not to fuck them.
Okay, gross.
You try your best not to think too much of it. Dick will be finally out of the house and making use of his apartment thats a city over in Bludhaven. This is still great, minor details don't matter.
For about a month, Dick was actually scarce. He'd only come through while he was in his Nightwing attire , usually after or right before patrol to go discuss things with the others. Too focused or far too tired to even acknowledge you.
On the off chance that he just decided to stop by it was actually with his partner and still not really acknowledging you. Purposefully, though. Everyone got a proper introduction to them, except for you.
His eyes would refuse to meet yours, not even wanting to turn his head in your direction. If he had to speak to you for whatever reason he was curt, seemingly agitated that he'd even have to. He didn't shine his Grayson smile at you anymore. He didn't even share his baseline warmth that he used with literally everyone. He was restrained, unnaturally so. 
And not that you were meaning to paying close attention to them but curiosity had you wondering if he interacted differently with his date than he did with you. Does he pull them into his lap and mindlessly roam their body? Or give peppering kisses down their neck while he does on about how much he reveres them?
No.
He was sweet with them. Carefully holding their hand or cupping their face for a single, peck on their cheek like they're third grade lovers. So respectful and so not like the Dick you know.
You weren't trying to find things to complain about and quite frankly his personal affairs aren't really your business but why wasn't he being more perverted with them? Something was off. I mean yeah, they haven't been together that long but Dick wasted no time being handsy with you and he's never felt shame towards PDA. 
The more you thought about it and payed attention, it all clicked for you. Dick wasn't into them. He used a specific tight-lipped smile with them that was reserved only for the people he'd rather not be around. Yes, he was sweet with them but it felt lie the same sweetness you give your neighbor when you're trying to be nice, it wasn't loving.
The thought crossed your mind if this was a setup by Bruce, maybe he was tired of your complaints and used his resources to find a suitable replacement for you? But Dick's initial excitment for them seemed to suggest this was his lone attempt at trying to redirect his advances.
How long would it take Dick before he realized just how unsatisfied just went back to harassing you?
Forcing his hand over your mouth as he grinds his bare erection onto your thigh. His usual bright blue eyes, dark and teary from the pathetic act. There's almost a sorrowful look in his eyes, maybe not for you because if he were he wouldn't be doing it this. You don't have to wonder more because not before long, he's confessing his sins as if he's in mass.
"Shit- I promise Bruce i wouldn't…m' wouldn't do this to you-"
Something warmer than the heat of his groin dribbled onto your plush skin.. a whine following it as he continues grinding
Gross. Gross. Gross.
"-I'm supposed to be a good brother and be fucking them instead..but they're not enough. I tried to make them enough for me."
He removes his hand from your mouth, not giving you enough time to speak or cry out before his lips smashes onto yours, nearly choking you on tongue. His free hand does from groping your chest, sliding down to your clit then gripping onto his cock.
He rips his lips away with a sound thats far too sloppy and disgusting to ever want to remember and rambles on about some sick fantasy he's had about you all while stroking himself.
"-It's going to be so hard not finishing in you like I imagined but I know B wont forgive me if I-" 
He pauses for a seconded, a chilling smile flashes on his face, more pre-cum leaking from his fat tip before shaking the thought away.
"No. Not yet."
Not yet? 
There's not a moment to adjust to intrusion, no gentleness, no sweetness. His pace is quick, and each thrust is hitting your g-spot at an angle that somehow brought you more pain than pleasure. His teeth are sunken into the crook of your neck and his hands are bruising your wrists. He's the only one enjoying himself like creep he is. 
"I'm a horrible brother fucking you like this, aren't I."
The rhetorical question laced with a pleasure only someone this messed up could have.
"..so disgusting.."
And when you do tighten around him as you reach your forced climax, you can see it in his eyes that he's convinced you're just as I love with him as is with you. Talking you through it and moaning declarations of love as if this was some romantic first time you were sharing as a couple.
His climax follows soon after, his cock barely escaping out of you before emptying himself onto your swollen cunt. 
"Mm' fu- fuck."
He collapses on top of you, muttering about how this is your little secret and you can't tell Bruce or his partner. How he'll make sure he won't neglect you, and that you won't have to worry about never having him again because he doesn't love them like he loves you. He only plans to keep them around so that Bruce think he's gotten over his "infatuation" with you.
Thus it becomes a thing where he just continues to cheat on his partner with you. Not that you approve of it, but Dick is crazy enough where you're not sure if you even feel safe telling anyone. Either way it won't stop Dick from getting what he wants. It nauseating watching him kiss on them at dinner knowing he just going to turn around a fuck you afterwards
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nakylvr · 12 days ago
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— ADAPTATION (RELOADED) ✧ D.A
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summary જ⁀➴ you text your dealer in the middle of the night for a resupply. to which she responds promptly asking you to stop by her place.
warnings/tags જ⁀➴ nsfw content, dealer!daniela au, f!reader, g!p daniela, unprotected sex, pulling out (womp womp), drug usage (marijuana), high sex, squirting, praise
wc જ⁀➴ 2,3 k
minors dni
substance masterlist
hey...rewrote this because i wanted to...please take it 🤲
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sitting on the low couch of your dealer’s apartment, it was near one in the morning, as you saw your phone say when it lit up. you watched as daniela sat crisscrossed in front of her coffee table with everything laid out rather messily.
“thanks, again,” you say, the silence in the room making you feel awkward. you had been in her apartment before, but usually only for ten minutes to grab your goods and go. never long enough to sit down because she was usually good at having everything weighed and ready by the time you arrived.
but she had been lacking recently. claiming she forgot or coming up with some excuse so you could sit and talk to her. you noticed, obviously. you were smart. but you couldn't see any ill intentions she might have. she might just actually want to know you more, as odd as that seems.
“it's no problem,” daniela replies. the hood of her hoodie is over her head with her blonde hair bunching out on the sides, her hazel eyes staring intently at the scale while tapping her nail on it. “okay, here ya go.” she says when she's finished, taking the small tupperware container and pouring the buds into a small bag. she then grabs a sharpie marker, taking off the cap and holding it between her teeth as she scribbles the strain on the bag before handing it to you.
you don't even realize she's handing over the bag due to your staring, which you prayed wasn't obvious as you take in her features. despite the hoodie being the same one she always wore when you came by, or meeting in a parking lot, you couldn't help but think that she manages to look beautiful like this at one in the morning.
“yn?” daniela’s voice rings through your ears.
you're shaken out of your thoughts when you hear her repeat your name for probably the third time. “s-sorry, thanks.” you hastily take the bag. “i should get going now.”
“wait!” daniela lets out, shocked by her own voice that sounded like she was pleading. you were about to get up, but stopped when she said it. “you can stay a bit, if you want. smoke with me, or something, i dunno.” she shrugs like she had no care if you did or not. but on the inside she was hoping you would say yes. scratch that, she was praying you would say yes.
you can't hide the surprise on your face, and daniela hopes this doesn't backfire in her face.
“will i be charged for it?” you say.
“nah.” daniela shakes her head, a smile forming on her face. “you're already here, aren't you?”
“yeah, i guess i am.” you smile back.
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an hour later, it's two in the morning, and you're still on the couch in daniela’s apartment. some random movie is playing – you're not paying attention to it, too high to even process what was happening on the screen. you thought she was lying, and bragging a little when she said this new strain was way better than the last batch she gave you, rolling two blunts with perfection. you were wrong, clearly. given how you didn't want to move off this couch, you would definitely say she was right.
your eyes drift away from the tv screen that you're not watching, trailing over to daniela who's been sitting beside you in silence for the past ten minutes. you can't tell if she's just really high, or if she wants you to leave and won’t say it. turns out, in reality? it's neither. your gaze falls down to her lips, rather obviously too, as much as you would deny it.
another thing you would deny is having a liking for daniela. yes, it might be a bit dumb on your part. but who could you blame? you were referred to her from your close friend manon, and she had become the only person you went to see for bud. unknown to you, but she was giving you discounts every time you got more. not like she would ever tell you that, though. she was nice to you whenever she spoke to you, she seemed genuine in asking how you were doing when you would stop by, she just had an energy around her that made you feel comfortable around her. incredibly comfortable.
“you good?”
your eyes subtly widen when daniela suddenly turns her head and looks over at you, leaning closer than you would've imagined making your breath catch in your throat. you slowly nod. “yeah.”
daniela lets out a low hum while nodding, her low lidded red eyes glancing away for a moment before back at you. “you don't have to go home tonight, do you?”
you're unsure what she's trying to get at with that question. but the words spill out faster than you can think about them. “no. not really.” you shake your head. “why?”
“can i kiss you?” daniela asks without listening to your own question, focused on this.
“what?” you barely whisper out. you can tell she's serious by her tone and face, not even breaking a small smile as she waits for your response. “yes.”
a smile instantly lights up on daniela's face at your answer, cupping your face in her hands and leaning in and kissing you. her lips feel soft against yours, and she's going slow. slower than you anticipated she would kiss like. she's kissing you like she wants to take her time, like she cares about it.
daniela’s hands trail down from your face to your waist, grabbing you and pulling you closer to her gently. you take the opportunity to hook one of your legs over her legs, straddling her while hooking your arms around her neck. you feel her nibble on your bottom lip carefully, and a whimper escapes your throat as you part your lips for her to slide her tongue in. you then feel one of her hands graze over your hipbone, pulling on the waistband of your sweatpants before she sticks her hand inside, making you gasp against her lips when she makes contact with your damp panties.
“you're fuckin’ soaked,” daniela murmurs against your lips, pulling away and looking at you with a cocky smirk. “you wanted this to happen, didn't you?” she pushes your panties aside with two fingers, starting to rub slow circles on your clit.
“fuck!” you gasp, throwing your head back at the sudden feeling before nodding. “ye-yes.”
“dirty girl.” daniela’s smirk turns into a smile as she pulls her hand out, like she's proud of herself for making you like this. she leans close to your ear before whispering, “you want me to fuck you, baby?”
you nod quickly, not even caring about how desperate you must seem to her. “yes, please.”
daniela is practically grinning at this point. she swiftly grabs you by your thighs and moves you so your back is pressed against the couch and she's between your legs on her knees hovering above you. her eyes are red and glossy, and she's staring down at you like she just won some kind of big prize. and to her? you are. she had been waiting for this to happen about as long as you have, if not longer. not being able to contain herself anymore, she was grateful it was working out in her favor right now.
“tell me what you want,” she says, her voice low and slightly raspy from smoking as her fingers fiddle with the string of your sweatpants.
your face is flushed as you peer up at the latina, your eyes just as red as hers. “an-anything, please. do whatever you want,” you answer after a moment, barely being able to respond with the way she's looking at you. you can see the way her eyes light up at your response, but you're too far gone to even think about the possibilities.
“anything i want?” daniela asks aloud, before a devilish smile forms on her face. she leans down closer to you, one of her hands gripping your cheeks firmly to have you look up at her. “be mine, and i’ll make sure you feel so fucking good you won't even think of being with anyone else.”
a shiver runs down your spine at her voice, and you know she's serious about this now. “i’m yours,” you whisper.
“fuck yeah.” she lets out in a single breath. you would giggle or respond if you weren't so turned on and high right now, squirming around waiting for her to do something – anything.
daniela unties the string of your pants and tugs them down your legs along with your soaked panties, peeling them off your ankles and tossing them somewhere. she sits on her knees and throws her shirt off her head and then fiddles with the belt of her jeans and the button before pulling them down, and your eyes go wide. she's wearing a pair of white calvin klein boxers, and there's a rather evident bulge in the fabric.
“surprised?” daniela laughs softly. “don't worry, i won't hurt ya, cariño. trust me.”
and she tugs her boxers down her toned legs, revealing her lengthy, flushed, hard cock. precum dribbled from the red tip, a long vein that crawled along the side. you were practically salivating at the sight of her.
“like what ya see?” daniela teases.
“shut up and fuck me,” you retort, not being able to contain yourself anymore. “please, i need you so bad.”
your whiney voice has daniela kicking into overdrive. she grabs your legs and hoists them over her shoulders, holding her thick length in one hand and dragging it over your folds, collecting your wetness on it before carefully pushing in.
“oh my god!” your eyes roll into the back of your head at the feeling of her stretching you out and filling you up. she fills you perfectly, and you can feel all of her nestled deep inside you. she holds herself there for a moment, pushing your hair out of your face as you try to adjust to the feeling. “please…do something,” you breathe out.
daniela nods, slowly pulling out before thrusting back inside you, a low moan leaving her mouth at the feeling of your walls squeezing around her. “shit, you're fuckin’ tight,” she hisses. she finds a rhythm quickly, her hips snapping against yours as she fucks you hard and deep. like she's making sure you remember how she ruins you.
while you're trying to keep some modesty, not wanting to give the latina more of a reason to grin down at you like she's happy with your reactions and noises – you fail. the feeling of her pushing so deep inside you that she's practically rearranging your guts, her cock hitting all the right places that no one else could nearly reach has you becoming exceptionally loud, whining and moaning shamelessly as all thoughts leave your mind. “fuck–ha-harder, please,” you beg, your voice whiney as you try to reach for her with your eyes screwed shut. “you feel so good–s-so big fuck!”
daniela curses under her breath at your words, speeding up and fucking you even harder while she moves one of her hands from your leg to grab your outstretched hand, letting you squeeze. “keep talking,” she says through short breaths and moans. “you like this? like me fucking you like this? you’ve never had someone make you feel like this, ain’t that right?” she smiles down at you, her dimple prominent as she gazes down.
you nod feverishly, barely even processing her words and struggling to respond with the moans and choked gasps coming from you at every thrust. “n-no–you’re the on-only one to make me feel this good–oh my god!” you gasp, back arching off the couch when her tip hits that special spot inside of you. “right there–don-don’t stop, please dani!” you whine out her name, feeling her twitch inside you immediately after. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”
“yeah?” that cocky smile makes its way on daniela’s face again, and she's angling her thrusts to repeatedly hit your g-spot. “you gonna cum all over my cock, baby?” she says tauntingly, bringing her other hand down and starting to rub quick circles on your clit.
“yes!” you gasp with a nod. “please let me cum, please, dani,” you sound desperate as hell, but you don't even care at this point. too needy for some kind of release, too far gone to even care how you sounded right about now.
“cum for me baby,” she says. “cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
your eyes roll back, your back arching with a borderline pornographic moan leaving your lips as your legs shake and you end up squirting all over her abdomen and legs.
“fuck yeah, baby.” daniela grins, her words interrupted by a particularly high-pitched moan leaving her mouth. “fuck, you're so goddamn tight, squeezing me like that–shit!” her thrusts become sloppy as her hand moves from your swollen clit to push your shirt up, her hips stuttering when she sees you aren't even wearing a bra under your sweater. “fuck, baby.” she whimpers, suddenly pulling out and jerking herself off until she cums on your chest, letting out a deep groan as she does.
it’s silent excluding the heavy breathing between you two. your eyes are barely open at this point, and you’re fucked out beyond anything else. until daniela moves your legs off her shoulders and leans over you, her eyes softly staring at you.
“you want me to take you to bed?” she asks you softly, moving your sweaty hair out of your face.
you meekly nod your head with a quiet hum leaving your lips. daniela carefully picks you up from the couch and walks over to her bedroom. she gently lays you down on her bed, going over to the other side and sliding into it next to you. you instantly roll over and curl up against her chest, and she drapes one of her arms over you and pulls you closer. she presses a soft kiss on your head, mumbling quietly.
“please stay.”
your heart jumps out of your chest at her words. it sounds like a plea. like she means it.
“okay.”
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fairyysoup · 2 months ago
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all i want is you
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pairing(s): adrian chase | vigilante x fem!reader
summary: The raw amber goo that the butterflies eat looks really good, doesn't it? Vigilante sure thinks so.
cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, sex pollen, the aliens made them do it, goff the voyeur, exhibitionism, voyeurism, manipulated by a bug, vigilante eats everything he sees, reader would jump off a bridge if everyone else did, dirty talk, couch sex, rough sex, and then gentle sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, glove kink, mild praise kink, pain kink, biting, scratching, masochist adrian, soft!dom adrian, adrian busting it way too quickly, face reveal, marvel references because, canon divergence- I have no idea what timeline this is
a/n: goff watched all that. f in the chat
ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI
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A warm breeze sighs through the trees as you stare up at Peacemaker’s, uh, house? It’s a mobile home, at least, but it’s painted in such a gaudy stars and stripes way that it makes your toes curl just looking at it. Stepping up to the place, you have to weave around multiple little garden ornaments that are weather-beaten and moss covered to various degrees.
You couldn’t get ahold of Peacemaker, but you still have to retrieve the dossier on Senator Goff from him before he can get into any more trouble with it. Knowing him, the guy probably smoked a joint and is laying passed out on his bed right now. You don’t really care, as long as you can get back to Project Butterfly HQ without a fuss.
You rap on the door twice, turning to look over your shoulder at the kids across the cul-de-sac riding their bikes. You don’t hear anything behind the door, and it occurs to you that maybe he isn’t home, and you briefly chide yourself for not checking the tracking in his head to find out where he actually is. But then, a second later, you hear a shuffling and then the bright red door pops open to reveal… not Peacemaker.
“Vigilante?” 
You squint up at the red visor on the masked man in front of you, just barely able to pick out two eyes staring back at you. Admittedly, you only know Vigilante superficially at best; you couldn’t tell anyone his name, and even less what he looks like under the mask (just that he has a nice ass). You’ve barely even had a full conversation with him thus far, even though you’ve often caught yourself checking him out from across the room. He strikes you as a little too unhinged to be approachable, and he tends to linger around Peacemaker more than anyone else. 
“Yeah, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” His voice is way too bubbly and chipper for that sarcastic of a statement, but you don’t think he really absorbs how snotty the line is supposed to be. His head dips as he pointedly looks you up and down, and then his head snaps up in the direction of the kids across the way. “Oh, fuck- come in, quick.”
“I take it you’re not really supposed to be here. Where’s Chris?” you grumble as you step into the messy house. It’s apparent that someone has been trying to clean it, but whoever it is hasn’t gotten very far. 
Almost as if he reads your mind, Vigilante picks up a trash bag and sweeps his arm along a line of empty potato chip bags and water bottles on the kitchen counter, knocking them all into the bag. “Well, uh. ‘Supposed to’ is kind of a choice of words. Peacemaker had to go do some shit at his dad’s house, but didn't say when he’d be back. It seemed like a while, though, he told me to stick around and watch Eagly and Goff.” 
You stop dead, staring at his broad-shouldered form over the kitchen counter. “Goff?”
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, and then sort of turns on his heels to shoot a look over his shoulder at you. “Uh… Goff? What Goff? I don’t know a Goff-” You fix him with a dead eyed stare that makes him falter, his hands fisting in the plastic bag in his hands. You could swear he looks almost meek when he blurts, “We sort of kept Goff sorry.”
“Motherfucker, I will bury you- what do you mean, ‘you guys kept Goff?’” 
“W-well,” he tilts his head back toward the ceiling, his posture so rail-straight that you know he’s completely tense. “I didn’t, it was Peacemaker. I just kinda helped him wrestle it into the jar-”
“Jar? What the fuck is going on, man?” 
You can see him blink at you in stunned silence from under the visor. Then he sighs and, tossing the trash bag onto the floor, reaches under the kitchen counter and pulls out a pickle jar with a perforated lid.
“Holy shit,” you breathe, inching closer to squint at the thing in the jar. It looks like a cross between a moth and a mosquito, overly large for a normal insect and bright turquoise. It blinks at you with glassy black eyes. “That’s Goff?”
“Well, it’s… it’s the thing that came out of the dude’s head when Peacemaker blew his brains out.” Vigilante shrugs, tilting his head as he stares down at the jar. “I dunno, I think it’s kinda cute in a weird praying mantis type of way. Y’know, I used to keep mantises as a kid, whenever I found them. I thought they were cool as hell. Did you know they’ll eat anything smaller than them? And the females sometimes eat the males after sex. I mean, talk about a way to go, right?”
You glance up at him during his impromptu National Geographic lecture. “Aren’t praying mantises protected? I don’t think you’re supposed to keep them.”
“Hey, Peacemaker has a bald eagle. I don’t see you raising an issue about that.”
You shrug as you draw back from the jar. “I dunno, I feel like you’ve killed people for less.”
“I have, but Eagly loves Peacemaker. Who am I to fuck with the natural order of things? The little guy would be heartbroken.”
“No, I meant- ah, forget it.” You blow a harsh breath out as you straighten your spine. “Have you seen the file Chris has on Goff? I’m only here for that.”
“Bedroom, maybe.” As you trod past him toward the back of the house, he goes back to clearing piles of trash off the counters. A small smile quirks your lips; Vigilante is playing housekeeper while watching Peacemaker’s menagerie. The concept is… well, not really surprising, but just odd. You wouldn’t have imagined it happening, except that now that you see it taking place it makes sense.
“Where’s Eagly?” you call as you walk the length of the hallway and still don’t find the bird anywhere in sight.
“Went for a fly, I dunno. The skylight’s open, so he’ll be back. Hopefully.”
The bedroom isn’t much better than the kitchen, with piles of clothes and empty bottles of every description covering the floor. Thankfully, and as the rest of the team had feared, Peacemaker isn’t very concerned with hiding sensitive documents. The classified file on Senator Goff has been tossed freely onto the bedside table, some of the contents poking out of the corner of it. You sigh and scoop it up, leafing through it briefly to ensure that everything is there before making your way back to the kitchen.
As soon as he hears you coming, Vigilante is right back to talking. “Hey, have you ever seen anything like this? It’s fucking… what’s the word… effervescent?”
You turn your head to find Vigilante dipping two gloved fingers into a mason jar filled with the amber goo that had been found at the Goff residence. The food that the butterflies presumably live off of glistens on his fingertips, vaguely sparkling in the light. You freeze in place as he curiously rubs his fingers together, pulling them apart to have the viscous liquid cling together and create a web across them. In the silence, it makes a soft, wet sound against the textured pads of his gloves. 
“Iridescent,” you correct, watching. There’s absolutely no reason why that should look as suggestive as it does, but you find yourself swallowing past an inexplicable dryness in your throat all the same. “Why are you playing with it?”
“I’m not… I mean, I’m just curious.” He shakes his hand roughly, but the goo remains stuck to it. “Y’know, there’s a fine line between scientific research and just dicking around, and the line is writing shit down. Go grab a pen.”
“You are not a scientist,” you object, but you hand him a pen from the cabinet behind you, anyways. 
“Don’t be presumptuous, you don’t know shit about me. I could be a biochemist for all you know…” Instead of writing anything down with the pen, he dips the end of it into the jar and swirls it around before pulling it out, covered with the amber fluid and pulling a long string of it out of the jar. “I gotta be honest, it looks like honey. I want to eat it.”
“That is so inadvisable, I don’t even know where to begin.” You shake your head. “If you were a biochemist I promise you would not be talking about eating the suspicious alien substance you stole after killing said aliens.”
“But you gotta admit, it looks fucking delicious,” he continues, gathering all the goo from the pen onto his fingers again. You tear your eyes away just before he starts playing with it again, and stare down at your shoes as he says, “We should totally try it together.”
“We should not.”
“Hey, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“UM, let me think. Hives. Anaphylaxis. Sepsis. Organ failure. Probable death.”
“Damn, you really know how to turn a guy on, huh?” Vigilante gives a crazed little giggle that makes your heart do a flip in your chest. “Anyways, I know you’re probably thinking about it, too.”
“Why’s that?” you ask challengingly. 
“Because you haven’t left yet.” He shrugs, and even though you can’t see behind his mask, you can almost guarantee he’s smiling at you. “Unless you’re staying for me, in which case I’d be like, sweet! We should totally go out for drinks. But like, I can’t take off the mask, so… that might not work out so well-”
“Maybe I’m sticking around because you’re talking about eating that, and I won’t be held accountable if I knowingly leave you and you die. If I have to rush you to the hospital, I will.” 
“Aw, that’s so nice. I think there’s a romcom that starts that way. Or maybe it was a horror movie? I don’t remember.” He pauses for a moment like he’s thinking. “Oh, hey! I know! We can ask Goff if it’s safe.”
“Goff can’t speak.”
“You have like zero imagination, you know that? Watch this.” Vigilante leans down to look directly into the jar. “Hey, Goff. One tap is yes, two is no. If we eat the honey stuff you eat, will it kill us?”
“This is so stupi-”
Tap tap.
Your face falls, and you blink down at the alien in the jar. “Did it just…?”
“Hey Goff, if we eat it will it make us sick?”
Tap tap.
“Works for me,” Vigilante says in that same chipper manner, and moves to scoop a glob of the stuff into his fingers.
“Hey, wait,” you snap, reaching forward to catch his wrist. “How do you know that thing is even trustworthy?”
“I dunno. He has honest eyes.”
“What, the creepily sentient insectoid ones? Yeah. Super trustworthy.” You roll your eyes. “Plus, didn’t it try to kill you before?”
Vigilante stares at you- or, you think he does. With the mask blocking out all his facial features, talking to him is kind of like trying to uphold a conversation with a mannequin at the GAP. 
“You’re sounding kinda prejudiced towards aliens right now.”
“Dude!”
“What? He can’t help it if his eyes are insectoid. He’s a butterfly.” He shrugs again, and this time he tilts his head to the side, reminiscent of a confused puppy. “Besides, what would be the advantage of killing us? He’s literally trapped in a jar and we’re the only ones who can get him out. Also, I’ve never been able to stay away from sparkly gold things. Like, I remember I had this one shiny gold book about Egypt as a kid-”
“The Egyptology book?”
“Yeah, that one! You had it?”
“Yeah, I had it. It was fucking awesome.” You stare down at his hand, his two fingers extended toward you, covered in sticky gold syrup. “Fucking… fine. I don’t like it, but I won’t stop you if you insist on shoving random things in your mouth.”
“It’s not a random thing, Goff said it’s fine.” He says it with such conviction, but he still hesitates when you let go of his wrist. There’s a pause, and then, “You sure you don’t want to lick it off my fingers?”
Your face heats up, and you clench your jaw as you look away. Is it bad that you’re almost tempted to? “Nice try. You’re on your own, buddy.” 
Vigilante sighs and leans back, looking down at his fingers. “So… how am I gonna…? Can you, like, turn around or something?”
“Why do I need to turn around?”
“This mask doesn’t have a mouth hole, dude.”
“It’s elastic, right? Just pull it up a little bit, don’t be shy. It’s like a strip tease.”
He’s quiet for a long moment. “That’s… the weirdest way you could have put that. Are you trying to Spider-Man kiss me right now?”
You squint at him. “Am I what?”
“You know. In the Spider-Man movie with Tobey Mc-whatshisface and Kirsten Dunst, when she pulls down his mask so she can kiss him upside down?”
“I’m not trying to Spider-Man kiss you, man. Now just do it if you’re gonna do it so I can figure out whether or not I need to call an EMT.”
“Okay! Geez!” He hooks his thumb under the bottom edge of his mask, yanking it sharply outwards to tent the fabric around his jaw. You only catch a glimpse of his throat before he shoves his fingers under the fabric and, presumably, into his mouth. 
He makes a startled noise in the back of his throat, and it sends you into immediate panic mode. 
“Oh, fuck, is it okay?” He mutely shakes his head. “Is it bad? Gasoline? Motor oil? Sewage? Can you fucking breathe? Dude, talk to me!”
He pulls his fingers slowly out from under the mask, and they still glisten with a certain amount of the syrup on them. “No, it’s… it’s way better than okay, it’s like… like milk and honey? With apricots? It’s like the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life-”
You snatch his hand and lift it to your mouth so that you can wrap your lips around his fingers. He stills, his mask snapping back into place over his jaw as he lowers his hand to brace himself on the counter. You can feel his eyes trained on you, but you’re not really paying attention to him anymore. 
You’re focusing on the absolute burst of flavor on your tongue. You know what he means by never having tasted anything like it. It’s composed of the most incongruent, fantastic flavors melded together, but somehow they work; chocolate and orange, kiwi, strawberry. You do taste the creamy bit of milk and honey on the back of your tongue, but it’s like each flavor changes from taste bud to taste bud. Like, somehow, your brain doesn’t know exactly how to process what it’s tasting.
You succeed in cleaning off his gloves, until the Willy Wonka bullshit dissolves into the flavor of leather and gunmetal. And Vigilante lets you- granted, he’s standing rigid and staring at you, probably like you’re just as insane as he is, but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away from you. You might imagine it, but you think his forefinger twitches against your tongue like he means to shove them further into your mouth, but he doesn’t. 
He lets you pull his fingers from your mouth, and his grip on your hand lingers for half a second. Quietly, he begins, “Do you want to…?” 
“Get a spoon?”
“Yeah, that’s… that’s what I was gonna say.”
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“What’s your biggest fear?”
Vigilante passes you the jar as he snaps the edge of his mask back against his neck. “This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had on a first date.”
You feel like your blood is boiling beneath your skin, but you’re trying your best not to show it. Your eyes track every little glimpse of his skin you can get like you’re ravenous for it- every time he pulls the mask away from his jaw to stick the spoon under it, your eyes are on his throat. You swear you caught sight of his jaw at one point, and you nearly fell out of your seat over it.
You run a shaking hand over the back of your neck, finding it a little bit damp with perspiration. You’re not hot, you’re just way too worked up. It doesn’t help that you’ve always had a thing for guys in gloves and masks. God, you sound like you’re begging to be mugged.
If you were being mugged, Vigilante could save you. And then fuck you up against the wa-
“This is not a date, man, I’m just trying to talk about something other than Meet the Robinsons with you.” 
“It’s a cinematic masterpiece!”
“So you keep saying.” You sink back against the arm of the couch, propping your feet into Vigilante’s lap as he turns to face you. “How many dates have you been on if this is the weirdest it’s gotten?”
“I’ve been on, like, two actual legitimate dates,” he sighs with his face pointed towards the ceiling. “And they didn’t really end well. One girl didn’t have any idea where she wanted to go so I took her to an ice cream shop, and she failed to mention she was lactose intolerant so she puked on my shoes. And then the other person I was really into, but they took me to a rave and then disappeared in the crowd and ghosted me. So that’s why I don’t date.” 
“Cool. So, what’s your biggest fear?”
“Man, you’re really not gonna let this go, are you? I was just being honest with my feelings, a little sympathy would be super nice.”
“Sorry. Poor baby, I would never eat ice cream and then puke on your shoes. I’m built different.” You give him a noncommittal hum as you pop a spoonful of the alien honey into your mouth. You stifle an obnoxious moan that threatens to bubble up out of your throat, despite the fact that you’ve been passing the jar back and forth with him for nearly thirty minutes now. Every time it hits your tongue it’s entirely different, gliding sweet and almost hot down your throat like whisky. “Now tell me your fear and I’ll tell you mine.”
He bends his knee, sort of spreading his legs to accommodate yours as he leans back against the armrest across from you. You notice that he tends to lounge like a king from a medieval painting, and it’s absurd how everything between your legs draws up tight and aching at the sight of it. “Uhhhhh… radiation poisoning.”
“Are you fucking serious? That’s it?”
“What? Do you know how many times I’ve had literal nightmares about all that shit that happened in Central City with S.T.A.R. Labs? It’s scary.” He shifts, and his leg bounces up against yours, knocking your legs apart in the process. It takes everything in you not to snap your legs shut as he continues, “Anyways, I can’t imagine a big fucking explosion rocking the city and then suddenly waking up with, like, X-Ray vision. Having to see everyone’s boners and skeletons and shit? No way… well, actually, I don’t think I’d mind the boners as much. But I don’t like skeletons. And then if it doesn’t give you mad superpowers, it just melts your skin off. Sounds bonkers.”
A smile curls your lips. “What if the radiation gave you super sex magnet powers? Would you still be scared of it then?”
He shakes his head. “Why… why would it make give me super sex magnet powers? What basis does that have? You think I fuck like a maniac or something?” A pause. “I mean… not. Not saying that I don’t fuck like a maniac, I mean, I get tons of, uhhh. Pussy. And dick. But like, would that even affect my superpower? Theoretically?”
Your face grows hot at his rambling, and you bluster for a moment looking for a reply. “I don’t know, maybe? Why would it give you X-Ray vision?”
“Because I have… because the visor…” he gives you a perturbed sigh. “Doesn’t matter. You promised you’d tell me your fear.”
“Mm. Rejection.” The metal spoon clinks against the glass rim of the jar as you hand it back to him.
“Who the fuck would reject you?” He even has the decency to sound genuinely confused, bless him. 
You scoff. “Plenty of people, believe it or not. Turns out that if it happens enough, you can develop a fear of it.” 
“That makes no sense,” he begins, and you open your mouth to start waxing on about the psychology of traumatic reactions, but he cuts you off before you can get a word in. “You’re gorgeous, like I swear I can’t stop staring at you no matter what I do. And you’re smart, and funny, and you stopped what you were doing to make sure I wasn’t going to die if I ate this stuff, even though you don’t even really know me, which is probably more than even Peacemaker would do and he’s my best friend.” His voice drops in volume as he concludes, “You’re just… good. You’re so good. And I like that about you.”
“You’re good too, you know.” Your eyelashes flutter as you take him in, staring down at the jar as he swirls the spoon around, seemingly lost in thought. “And I can’t stop staring at you, either.”
The leg that he has braced with his foot flat on the floor bounces twice, and then stops when he realizes he’s bouncing your leg as well. Then it bounces again, and then stops. Christ, is he having a panic attack?
Are you, would be the better question. Your heart might just jump out of your chest and into his lap for how hard it’s beating against your ribcage. Your hands are starting to shake, and you clamp a hand against the back of the couch to try to steady it. It also acts as leverage for you to press yourself back into your seat, because the need stirring around in your core like a cement mixer has you wanting to crawl forward and grind on his lap. 
Which, you know, might be a bad idea, considering. 
You need to calm down. Think of something other than him, and how good it would feel to have him bouncing his leg between your thighs. 
No, fuck. Concentrate. Cool off.
A wave of heat rushes down your arms and up the back of your neck, and you jump to start unzipping your jacket. 
“Huuhhh oh my god? Wh- what are you…?” Vigilante rears back against the armrest like he’s rankled just by the sight of your arms. 
“It’s just fucking blazing in here. Aren’t you hot?” You say to save face as you tug your jacket out from behind you and toss it to the ground. 
“Oh… oh, yeah.” He thrusts the jar at you without having really touched it, and moves to shirk off the straps of his machete holster, and then the chest plate of his armor. It’s nearly half-performance, half-genuine struggle as he removes an obscene amount of weapons from compartments you hadn’t even noticed before, one shoulder pad and then two, and then, finally, he unlatches the thing across his chest.
You realize then how fucking easy he has it, keeping his face hidden from view. You’re staring, and it’s so painfully obvious that you are when your mouth drops open just a bit as his black undershirt is revealed, skin-tight and nearly pasted to his body with sweat. 
You actually draw your legs back, knees toward your chest as he tosses the chest plate down on top of your jacket, and then starts undoing his arm plates. He fumbles with buckles and hooks, looking quite consumed by the act in itself.
“You need help?” You ask, your voice coming out smaller than you’d like it to. 
“Nah, I got it. I do this all the time.” One plate hits the floor, and then two. And then the motherfucker rolls his sleeves up, and you can feel your cunt pulse between your thighs as your eyes trace up the line of his forearms. 
Holy fuck.
You sit completely still across from each other, surrounded by a tension so palpable that you could cut a knife with it. You shift your hips once on accident, and then a second time on purpose, grinding hard down into the couch cushion and trying to stave off the aching need boiling in your gut and running hot through your veins at the sight of him.
Then, Vigilante reaches behind him and pulls a purple velvet pillow out of the corner by his hip, and places it directly over his crotch in the most non-subtle way he possibly can. You don’t think he’s looking at you, his head is tilted a little too far down, but he kind of clutches the pillow like a teddy bear against his navel as he resumes bouncing his leg.
“Dude, are you okay?”
“Huh?” He snaps his head up towards you, and then sucks in a sharp hiss through his teeth like it’s causing him physical pain to look at you. “Yeah… no, yeah I’m totally. Totally fine. One hundred percent. Nothing going on, nope.”
Tap tap. 
“Goff! Shut the fuck up!”
A short little chuckle falls from your lips as you turn to look at the jar on the kitchen counter. The butterfly wiggles back on its haunches, watching the two of you like it’s getting ready for a show about to commence.
You blink twice, and then slowly turn your head to Vigilante, who is somehow clutching the pillow tighter against him with his gloved hands, and feel a twinge of white hot need surge up your spine and along the curve of your shoulders. And you look down at the jar of amber goo, glistening so tantalizingly against the glass and on the spoon as you raise it. And you look back at the creepy little alien that’s watching it all happen. 
The smile disintegrates from your face as quickly as it formed. “Goff… you said this stuff wouldn’t make us sick. Does it still have side effects?”
Tap.
“Goff, you son of a bitch.” So, that’s what this is. It’s not just your inexplicable desire for him. It’s the raw amber fluid that’s making your mouth flood with saliva each time you glimpse his bare skin. God, you’re so fucking turned on by him already that it’s not even funny, and seeing his arms flex as he shifts his hips and tries to hide the fact that he’s being affected the same way isn’t helping you to calm down. 
“I think-” he pants behind his mask, audibly out of breath as he sinks further back against the arm rest, “I think Goff is a f-fucking… pervert. Shouldn’t have trusted him. You were right.”
His head tilts back against the armrest, chest heaving as he softly whimpers up toward the ceiling. A thin strip of his throat is revealed in this position, drawing your eye as his hips threaten to lurch forward, and he shoves the pillow even harder against his crotch. He’s nearly fucking up into it at this point, and a jittery sound just this side of a laugh comes barreling out of your throat before you can stop it.
“Hey, no, it’s… you’re fine,” you breathe, spellbound as you watch him struggle to keep still. Maybe you could use a pillow of your own to grind on. It would probably help to keep the fucking heartbeat that’s kicked up between your legs at bay. You swallow back the rush of saliva in your mouth and continue, “It’s fine, I’m… I’m in the same boat as you. We’ll get through it together.”
“Together?” Vigilante’s voice cracks, and his head lifts just enough that you know he’s looking at you. God, what you wouldn’t give to be able to see his face right now, and read all the need in his voice written on his expression. The mask just barely moves with the flexing of his jaw, and his hands shake as they dig a death grip into the pillow between his legs.
“Yeah, I’m- I mean- fuck!” The glass slips in your sweaty palms. As you struggle to keep a grip on the jar in your hands, the spoon catches on the front of your tank top and slips out of the glass, smacking fully against the fabric over your cleavage and leaving a glob of fluid to slide gooey and thick in a line down your front. It drips, seeping into the fabric and leaving a wet trail against your skin.
You jump into immediate action, throwing your legs over the edge of the couch and placing the jar on the coffee table. Vigilante tosses his pillow aside just as you stand, straightening your top so that you don’t smear the mess any more than necessary across your front. 
It was a good time for an intermission, anyways. Maybe if you get enough air being across the room from him, you can calm yourself down enough to not throw yourself at him the first chance you get. Maybe he can stretch out and get a little bit of rest, instead of nearly back-bending over the arm of the couch like he wants to get away from you. 
You mutter a string of curses incoherently under your breath, and then, “God, fucking… of course. Do you want some water, while I’m up?” 
Vigilante doesn’t answer. For how chatty he is, he’s particularly good at surprise attacks, like he’s secretly a goddamn ambush predator. He doesn’t even make a noise when he moves, silent as a fucking spider, so you almost yelp when you feel his hands on your hips. His fingertips dig into your skin for half a second, and then he pulls, bringing you down between his spread legs. 
You stare directly forward at the window on the wall across from you, swallowing thickly. Here, with your back against his chest and his head so close to yours that they nearly touch, you can hear his labored breathing and how it nearly rattles in his lungs with his effort to keep it steady. You can feel the hard length of his cock against your tailbone when his arm snakes around your waist to press you harder against him, like he’s just replaced his beloved pillow with you. And when he holds you just a bit tighter, his small whimper resounds in your ear and makes your skin prickle.
You aren’t prepared for how shaky and thin his voice is in your ear when he says, “All I want is you, now.”
Your teeth catch on your lower lip, biting down harder than necessary. It takes everything in you not to squirm back against the press of his erection, to hear him whimper in your ear again. Your hand wraps around his forearm across your waist like a vise, everything below it wound up unbearably tight and aching, begging to be satiated. His skin is hot against your hand, nearly burning to the touch, and you can’t imagine how stifling it must feel to be under that mask now. 
Your face contorts in desperation, fingers crooking forward and nails digging into his skin enough that he draws a sharp breath in. “I’m- I w-w-ant…”
Your breath catches loudly in your throat, your words hiccupping when his other hand comes up to your chest and, using one gloved finger, he collects the sticky trail of golden syrup, pausing just at the hem of your tank top to wipe it all off of the fabric. And then he lifts his hand, and brings his finger to your mouth.
“We don’t want to waste it,” he says quietly.
You suck on your teeth for half a second. It’s obnoxious how wet you are, how you can feel your arousal saturating your underwear and probably beginning to leak through the thin barrier of your leggings. You’re already fit to burst, sitting between his legs and pretending it’s not exactly where you want to be, alien-induced lust or no. But then you make the executive decision to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his finger, and he fully fucking moans in your ear. 
Holy shit. You jam your hips back against his crotch without even trying to hold back. So much for the art of seduction.
A sharp breath hisses through his teeth behind the mask. His hand tightens down on your waist, his forearm squeezing you harder against his chest as he rocks his hips forward so slowly . You know that you’re not doing yourself any favors, but you can’t help it. This time he does press his finger further into your mouth, curling down and physically stroking your tongue as you suck the criminal aphrodisiac off of it. 
“You want to… want to handle it together? Yeah?” He whispers, slowly dragging his finger out of your mouth and leaving you panting. “Want me to- to help? God, I won’t do it if you don’t ask-”
You don’t know exactly what he means by ‘help.’ It could be that he’s saying he’ll push you face-first into the couch and fuck you senseless, right here. You’ve seen how unforgiving he can be to people, and he could probably wring you out and leave you wallowing afterwards. To be honest, you don’t really mind if that’s what he has planned. Your judgment is just clouded enough that you’d let him do anything he wanted with your body, as long as he screws this overwhelming need out of your system.
“Yeah, I’m- please.” You hear his breathing stop, and you reach back to place a hand on the side of his head, feeling the contour of his cheek through the slippery fabric of his mask. “Please, I… I want you to.” 
“Yeah?” His voice is soft. Vulnerable. He clears his throat, and then his gloved hand is dragging down your chest, fingers fumbling along the band of your leggings and wedging under them. “Yeah, okay. Fuck, okay.” 
Once you realize what he’s doing, you know that it’s going to turn you on to no end that the leather of his gloves is so cold and impersonal, making his fingers bulkier and unyielding. To add to that, little ridges are moulded into the pads of them, you presume, to help with grip. What they’re really helping with right now is making you lose all sense of focus, when his finger dips through your slick cunt and drags long and so painfully slow over your swollen clit.
The moan you make is obscene in its volume and has nearly the same intonation as humming a high pitched and long mhmm. Your nails dig in and scratch up his forearm hard enough to leave four long claw marks, raising welts on his pale skin, to which he groans into your ear and presses his finger down just a bit harder for you. 
“Fuck. Shit’s got you so wet. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He breathes. You swear you can nearly feel the heat of his breath on your neck as it punches through the fabric of his mask. “Yeah, I bet it does. I bet it tastes even better.”
“You can… you can taste-” you cut yourself off with a whine when drags the length of his gloved finger over your clit again, and your back nearly arches away from his chest. His arm crushes you back against him, keeping you from moving away even an inch.
You feel him shake his head. “Not yet, I wanna help you first. Let me?”
You give him a wordless whine in response, but you think he gets the message. His finger dips down and curves along the slope of your pussy to find your entrance, the leather of his glove slick enough with your wetness to provide only the kind of resistance that makes you crave more. Your head drops back onto his shoulder when he slides in and curls upwards, finding the pad of muscle that lights up with nerves when he presses it. 
“Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” you groan when he starts moving in a slow, smooth back-and-forth that makes your legs jerk and spasm alongside his. Your hips rock onto his hand to mirror that motion, but all you succeed in doing is grinding back against his erection even more, and his free hand presses down against your stomach to get you to stop. 
“Please, I- I know you want more but if you keep doing that I’m gonna come so soon and I don’t want to do that before I’m inside you and I don’t want to be inside you until I kiss you,” he blathers, keeping up the repetitive movement of his finger into your cunt that has your body writhing against him. His mask presses hot and damp along your shoulder, and you realize that it’s his lips you feel tracing your skin through the fabric. You feel them move as he mutters, “I want to kiss you so bad.”
“Then kiss me.” You gasp, your cunt tightening down around his finger. God, it’s so thick with the leather, and you feel like grinding down on it despite his warning. “Kiss me, you fuuuu-cking idiot, don’t wait. I want to kiss you, too. Why are you waiting?”
“The mask, I can’t.” 
You impatiently scratch your fingers along his neckline, searching for that bottom edge that he’s been fucking around with for the last hour. Your hips involuntarily rock down against his hand again, and he jams his palm up against your clit to give you a bit more of the friction that you seek. 
He gives you a weak sound in the back of his throat when you hook your finger under the edge of his mask and pull, yanking it up to just past the edge of his nose. You hear it when he gasps, uninhibited by fabric, and it’s so fresh and clear, arguably hotter. 
He curls his finger sharply, making you jolt against his hand and grab onto his neck for stability, his face bared for your hand. His skin is smooth, his jaw sharp and defined against your palm. “Shit, you’re so- so hot. So fucking-”
“J-just…” A gasp. “Shut up. I’m trying to Spider-Man kiss you.” 
You pull at his cheek, turning your head to awkwardly kiss him over your shoulder. His nose bumps yours, his breath hitting your mouth in a heavy, nervous rush. Then he tilts his head just slightly and he’s on you, lips parted and tongue brushing yours. 
Oh god, the heat of it could burn you alive if you let it. 
He pulls his finger slowly out of you, and you whine into his open mouth with the loss of contact. He shushes you, quick to smother your mouth once again, and his fingertip turns to rubbing gentle circles around your clit. 
You make a series of desperate noises, pawing at his face and trying to draw him further into your mouth. Your body shudders against him, hips pushing downward onto his finger like that will make him touch you more. 
He pulls back just enough that his nose brushes yours, and you crane your neck to try to find his lips again. His breath hits your mouth, and it tastes nearly as sweet and seductive as the alien syrup was. 
“Shit, I-I didn’t think this was how it would happen,” he sighs, his lips just brushing yours as your hips seek friction in his hand. 
A long, wordless whine leaves your mouth, and then you wheeze, “You thought about it?”
“All the time. When I see you. When I try to go to sleep. When I jerk off.” His hips grind against the curve of your ass, his soft grunt meeting yours in the air. “I wanted… wanted to- wanted you to see my- ah, fuck it.”
His free hand comes up, and you just barely see him rear back and slip his hand under the edge of the mask, giving it a swift yank. It makes a quiet thunk on the ground with the rest of his discarded armor, but you’re too strung out to pay much attention. 
Your hand plunges back into a mess of curly brown hair as he stretches forward to kiss you again. Your eyes meet a flash of green, and your cunt throbs forebodingly against his fingers.
“You h-have-” you suck in a shaky breath, nearly struggling to take in air properly. Exhale… exhale inhale? Inhale?? Ex...exhale… “Green eyes. I love- love-”
You come with a strangled noise, painfully clenching down on nothing as he kisses you, continuing to stroke your clit even though your legs jolt and your heels push and kick against the couch cushion like you’re trying to get away. His free hand presses against your chest, keeping you flush against him- you catch him squeezing at your breast through your thin tank top, but you can’t fault him for it. He’s been so patient, so attentive. More than you’ve been. 
“That’s good,” he whispers against your mouth. “Pretty. You’re so pretty.”
You’re out of breath, panting heavily towards his face. “You… you.” You’re not able to form a more coherent sentence just yet, so you sort of pat the side of his head and hope he understands. 
He slows his fingers gradually to a full stop, letting it rest dormant against your throbbing clit. His forehead pressed to yours, he lets you take a few cleansing breaths before he says, “Can we…?”
He leaves that open-ended, but you guess that you’re both just taking your cues from the context at this point. You smack your hand down over his and pull it away from your chest so that you can move forward. He whines. 
“I’m just trying to take off my clothes,” you tell him plainly, lifting your tank top up over your head. “You could do the same, y’know.”
“You could help.” His hand touches the middle of your back- his bare hand, now.
You freeze, tank top hitting the floor. He took off the gloves. His skin is on yours. Your brain short circuits, a small shiver running up your spine. 
You take your sweet time turning around, your hips twisting with the movement. You sling a leg over his, your toe just barely brushing the carpet as you try to maneuver the odd position you’re in. You almost feel like you’re trying not to look directly at his face, like it’s improper to get anything other than an indirect glimpse of brown hair, green eyes, sharp jaw, pale skin. 
Your eyes land on his thigh first, tactical pants stretched taut across hard muscle. Then they shift to his bulge- which honestly looks like something painful, at this point, straining ungodly hard against the front of his trousers. You trail your eyes up his torso, over the black shirt that made you nearly lose your mental faculties. You hesitate when you reach the neckline of it, but finally, your curiosity wins over.
You find his face, and you don’t know why you hesitated. You want to stare at his face for the rest of time. 
He watches you with a shy, almost nervous expression. His lips are pressed tight into a thin line, his jaw twitching as he clenches and unclenches his jaw. His hair is flattened over his head in matted curls, a bit damp with sweat and hanging across his brow. He blinks, and long eyelashes catch the light.
You take a few swift breaths, steeling yourself to look directly into those round, green eyes. “You know, it’s really fucking criminal that you hide your face, Vigilante.”
“Adrian.”
“What?”
“My name is Adrian,” he admits softly. His eyes fall to where your legs are thrown over his thigh. “Also I wear glasses and you’re kind of sitting on them right now.”
“Oh.” 
You awkwardly shuffle back, bracing yourself on your knees between his legs as he reaches down to open a pocket on his thigh and pulls out a pair of aviator glasses. He puts them on, pushing them up to the bridge of his nose before he looks back at you. Or, he makes direct eye contact with your tits.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” You roll your eyes, sitting back on your feet.
“What? You have a really nice rack. I mean, I’ve been able to look at your face this whole time and you’re gorgeous.” He reaches out like he means to grope your chest, but pulls back at the last second. “Like, all of you. Perfect.”
You hum, leaning forward to straddle his legs and push your chest into his outstretched hands. His breath hiccups in his throat, his eyes finding your face when you cradle his cheeks in your hands and tilt his head up toward yours. “I’m gonna get you naked now, Adrian.”
He nods eagerly, his hands squeezing your breasts almost instinctively. “Okay. Okay, yeah, good idea.”
You kiss him once, and then your hands yank his shirt up over his head without any flourishing. He scrambles to catch his glasses before they fall, fumbling to get them back on his face. You reach down to undo his belt, but then you stop, and cast a glance back at his somewhat complicated-looking boots and padding.
“Dude, could your armor be any harder to get off?” you grumble as you scooch back to lift his boot into your lap.
“That’s kind of the fucking point,” he says as he pulls his other leg up to start undoing the other. “I mean, can you imagine if I was fighting someone and my boot just fell off? That’s a safety hazard. Also, this is a nice bonding experience for us.”
“Oh, is it?” You yank the boot after loosening the laces, and it’s still not coming off.
“Yeah, I mean, you’re getting to see how my armor works. I’m getting to have you undress me. Careful, there’s a-”
“OW!”
“-knife in there, sorry.”
You huff a sigh as you pull a long dagger out of the ankle of his boot and toss it down onto the coffee table, then lifting your hand and sucking at the cut on your thumb. “This is like trying to get you out of deep sea diving gear. Look, I just want you to fuck my brains out before I do it myself.” You lose your patience and drop your hands from his boot. “Or I could just sit on your face. You want me to sit on your face?”
He groans as he roughly tugs his boot off, then starts working on the one in your lap. “Christ- You want me to cream my pants? I will, I’m so fucking hard right now. I already almost did when I had my finger in your pussy. Don’t talk to me about it- don’t.”  
He throws his second boot so hard that it plops down on the other side of the coffee table. You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. You scoot back further on the couch, crushing your back up against the arm again to muscle your way out of your leggings. Your legs bump his as he lifts his hips to slide out of his own, and with a graceless snap of elastic, you fling your leggings back against the window behind you. Your bare legs plop down over his, leaving you naked and spread-eagled across from him. 
He gets his pants down- fucking finally- kicking them off roughly and discarding them with the rest. You glance at his cock; hard, impressively long, swollen and looking like it desperately needs attention. He surges forward, clambering over you and pushing you back to lay against the couch cushions.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he babbles as he strokes a shaky hand up your thigh, “You’re so hot and I’ve wanted to do this for so long but you’re so soft and I don’t know if I can be gentle right now-”
“So don’t.” You’re just as breathless as he is as his hand finds your face and his thumb traces your bottom lip with a touch of innocence. You part your lips and suck on the end of it, finding his eyes wide and dilated as you pull back. “You think you’re the only one who’s been wanting this? Don’t be nice. If you’re nice, then I won’t be.”
He gulps. “But I don’t want to actually hurt you.”
“Adrian, just wreck my shit. Do it.”
He slips into you in one fluid motion, the stretch your body makes to fit him nearly overwhelming despite how wet you are from your first orgasm. He groans fantastically loud into your shoulder, and just stops. Stops moving, stops breathing, maybe even stops thinking as you shudder and wrap your legs around his hips. 
“Adrian-”
“Don’t.”
Your hands find his hair, soft and pliable between your fingers. “Are you going to come already, baby?” 
“Don’t- don’t call me that- I don’t want to-” He gasps, his muscles tensing up as he struggles to hold still. He breathes out with a sharp blast of air against your skin. “You’re so perfect you feel so good oh my god oh my god-”
Your face burns. You draw a hand up his spine, fingers dancing along his smooth skin. You didn’t imagine he would be the one unable to hold on. “If you need to, you can. It doesn’t matter, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“I’m not- not usually like this,” he admits in a high, weak voice. His hips instinctively grind into yours, and he reaches the end of you and presses up against something absolutely devastating that has you moaning up toward the ceiling. “It’s the fucking- ah- iridescent… butterfly shit. Fuck butterflies.”
“It’s fucking fffffff-” your eyes nearly roll back in your skull when he fully pulls out and slams back in, jolting you up toward the headrest. The couch creaks, a warm breeze sweeps in through the open skylight, somewhere across the room the voyeuristic alien titters in the confines of its jar, but you don’t care. You feel stifled, like you’re drowning. It’s even harder to breathe when he’s giving something between a sob and a whimper into your shoulder, the rim of his glasses digging into your skin. “It’s fi- huuh. Fine. Oh god.”
You told him not to be nice, so, he’s not. You don’t think he’s being particularly mean, but he’s jackhammering into you so hard that you’re seeing stars at the end of every hard thrust. Your nails scratch down his back, likely leaving more welts like they did to his arm. All at once, your muscles clamp down around him, and he shouts into your shoulder. His hips snap into yours one final time, and his entire body shakes against you. He pauses for a drawn out moment, hovering over you, and then you feel him squeeze your thigh twice.
You take a steadying breath, hardly able to think past the ache in your core, halfway to orgasm and just sitting idle on that plateau. “Did you just…?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it enough?”
“Absolutely fucking not.” He pulls back to look at you, and confusion is written all over his expression, along with something that looks close to concern. “I’m still… still…?”
He’s still hard. You can feel it, pulsing within you, hard and thick like you’re still just getting started.
“What the fuck is in that stuff?” He casts his eyes gravely toward the jar on the table, like he has a bone to pick with it.
“I’m gonna take a guess and say something not from Earth.” You reach up to tilt his face back toward you. His eyelashes flutter, and he sucks in a ragged breath when you whisper, “Keep going, baby.”
He draws out slowly this time, and eases carefully back in like he wants to treat you gently now. His eyes stay fixed to yours, his nose nearly brushing against your own as he rocks his hips, moving in small circles that make your toes curl and your hips buck up toward his impatiently.
“Don’t go slow,” you whine, arching your back when he moves smoothly into you, all the way to the end and back, “Why are you… don’t be gentle, I-” 
“No, I read somewhere that most of sex is mental, like it’s the teasing that turns you on the most,” he says clinically, continuing to move within you. A short puff of air meets your lips, and then he adds, “Plus, if you asked me not to be nice wouldn’t it make sense that I do the opposite of that? It’s like a double negative.”
“Adrian, shut up. Please, shut up.” You thump your hand down on his shoulder blade, trying to buck your hips up into his again and ultimately failing.
“No, because it’s hot when you lose your patience with me like that.” Your eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open, and his face is close enough to yours that the lenses of his glasses fog up. He reaches up a shaking hand to tug them off, and they clatter to the floor with the rest of his clothes. “It���s also cute when you try to hurt me. I get stabbed regularly. Turns me on when you do it, though. You should try to stab me sometime, it would be fun.”
He speeds up for just a second, just enough that you moan and grab onto him, but ultimately slows back down to that languid pace that keeps pleasure winding up tight in your core. 
“I h-hate you,” you stutter out, weaving your fingers through his hair just to yank on it. He hisses through his teeth, and after another sharp tug you feel his hand grab yours and pin it against the armrest above your head. “I hate you.”
“Really? But you’re so wet for me right now,” he mutters with that chipper, happy note to his voice that’s just shy of infuriating. “Mm, and tight. God, I love your pussy.”
Your free hand grips his shoulder so hard that you know you leave crescent moon shaped dents in his skin. He lets out a groan, a soft sound vibrating from the back of his throat, and you just barely process it before he kisses you, giving you one hard thrust to make you squeak against his lips. 
He bites down on your lip as he pulls back. You feel his hand skimming your hip, your stomach, reaching down between your bodies. “You think if I rub your clit again I’ll make you come quicker? I think you’ll last ten seconds.”
You snap your eyes open and hiss a warning, “Adrian…”
“Hm. I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Adri-”
His thumb touches your clit, and a loud moan punches out of your lungs, your head rolling back and legs spasming on either side of his hips. It feels so fucking good, too good, and you can barely comprehend him releasing your arm above your head and bringing it down to hook around the back of his neck. 
You come with another loud cry of his name. It pours over you in waves, burning brighter than the sun and making your body jolt up against his. Your hands scramble for a hold on him anywhere they can get, one finding the curve of his lower back and giving it a weak push, urging him deeper into your spasming cunt.
He fucks into you harder, making you sob into the open air as the pleasure turns raw and sharp, a cutting edge on a cathartic kind of pain. And then he heaves a heavy breath, and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he groans and stills his hips, a flood of warmth leaving you full and wetness leaking from you onto the cushion below. 
His teeth leave your shoulder once he stops moaning, a warm cloud of breath making the sore skin there tingle. He kisses the marks he left, and then he fully slumps down on top of you, his sweaty skin sticking to yours.
You lay still, your hand still pressed into the dip of his lower back. You take a sharp breath through your nose. He smells so… distinct. Like fennel and pinewood and maybe a little bit of sea salt. Vigilante. 
You just fucked Vigilante. 
You blink up toward the ceiling. You just fucked Vigilante… on Peacemaker’s couch. 
Again, he seems to read your mind. His voice cracks in your ear when he whimpers, “Peacemaker’s gonna fucking kill me.”
“Us. He’ll have to go through me first.” You playfully squeeze his ass, and he shivers as he pulls back to look at you with an obvious fucked-out haze in his eyes. It makes you smile, and you twist one of his tousled curls around your fingertip. You give him a taste of one of his own crazed giggles. “No super sex magnet powers, huh?”
He blushes. After all that, you still manage to make him blush, as he gingerly pulls out of you and braces himself on his elbows in order to kiss you on the nose. There’s something so cute about it that you grin, another giggle threatening to spill out as he rests his chin on your chest, staring up at your face through his lashes. 
“Can I take you on a date?” He blurts out, his words still a little shaky. “Like, a real date. Without Goff’s weird food fucking us up. You like pizza? I know this really neat pizza place that has a bunch of old arcade games, we could go… I’ll give you all my quarters.”
“Yeah.” You sigh, pulling him up by the neck to give him a swift kiss. “I won’t even puke on your shoes.”
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cherrysinner · 1 month ago
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PROFESSOR DONALDSON
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♡ pairing: married professor!art x student!reader
♡ summary: art has a thing for one of his students and when he confides to his best friend about it, he sees her at the same bar.
♡ warnings / tags: smut, age gap (30s, early 20s), thigh riding, cheating, patrick being a wingman. MDNI! wc: 1.4k
♡ author's note: this has been in my drafts since april… sorry 😔
ART MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST
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art knew that every part of his attraction towards you was wrong— not only was he a married man with a daughter, over ten years your senior, but the worst part was that he was your professor.
but every time you walked into the room, it was as if his eyes were pulled to you by a magnetic force; the way your smile showed off the dimples that looked hand-carved to your cheeks, how it seemed that the sun always seemed to find your eyes and make specifically them brighter than anything else in the room, your hand raising to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, showing the same pair of pearl earrings you wore every day. it was like everything was slow-motion when you walked into the room, like the melodic sound of your laughter tuned out every other noise.
not only that, but you were one of his brightest students; always writing down notes, a serene smile on your face as your eyes flickered from him to your notebook - he doesn't think you've ever even yawned during one of his lessons. sometimes, after class was over, you'd walk up to his desk, art's eyes widening as you cocked your head to the side with a genuine smile on your lips, and even though his ears started buzzing the moment you said something to him, he could read your lips enough to know you were complimenting his class, art offering a shy chuckle and a shake of his head with a quiet thanks.
at this point, though, art was just ready to admit defeat; he knew that it was wrong for him to have such thoughts about you, such feelings towards you, but he couldn't help it. so as long as he didn't do anything about it, he'd be fine. he was a grown man, he had self-control.
"so." patrick clapped his hands on the hardwood counter of the bar as he settled down next to art, ordering the same thing as his blonde friend had gotten, whiskey on the rocks. "what did you call me here for? doubt it's to party." he said, taking a sip of his drink, "tell uncle patrick."
art took off his glasses, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his thumb and index finger, placing the lenses down on the counter, and downing his whiskey in one large swig, tapping the edge of the glass to signify he wanted a refill, letting out an exasperated sigh, all the while patrick looked at his friend with widened eyes.
"what do i do..." art mussed up his hair, his lips pursed, "if i'm... attracted to someone i really shouldn't be?" patrick turned to look at art with narrowed eyes, letting out a soft chuckle; he saw the guilty in art's eyes, and immediately knew. "you have a crush on one of your students, don't you?"
art's eyes nearly bulged out of his eyes as he looked around, as if someone had told his deepest, darkest, secret to patrick; but the man simply chuckled, "dude, it's fine to have crushes on your students, just as long as you don't act on them."
but art couldn't hear a single word patrick was saying; because as soon as you spotted art, you smiled, lifting your hand up, waving at the man; and before he could pretend that he didn't see you, you had started walking over. "shit." he mumbled under his breath, catching patrick's attention. "what?" "that's her." "your little cr- YEOUCH!" art kicked patrick's foot under the table, interrupting the other man's sentence just as you got to the bar.
"i didn't expect to see you here, mr. donaldson." you chuckled softly, seeing the tight smile on art's lips. you tilted your head to the side as the man scratched the back of his head, "i could say the same." "i'm patrick." the black-haired man you'd noticed was accompanying your professor, and you turned to look at him, looking the man up and down, sizing him up with narrowed eyes, before telling him your own name. "i should go, my friends are gonna join me soon."
"ye-" "no, no. you should stay and have a drink with us while you wait for your friends." patrick grinned, stopping art's attempt from getting you to leave them. "is that alright with you, mr. donaldson?" you asked with a coy smile, the man clearing his throat, trying his best not to look at your cleavage, or how your skirt had slightly ridden up. "yes, that's fine. and, uh, you can call me art, since we're not on campus."
"alright, art." your lips curled up, and the way his name rolled out of your mouth so smoothly, the way your plump lips looked as you said it caused a twitch in his trousers as you pulled back a stool, sitting down next to art.
it was like talking to an old friend, like talking to someone art had known his entire life. one drink after another, the conversation between you two just… flowed. you didn't even notice when patrick slipped away, or even when your hand moved itself to art's thigh after a joke he'd told you had made you nearly keel over in laughter.
patrick did, though; the man was watching it all go down from a slight distance away, leaning against a jukebox, swirling around the in his glass of whiskey; a priceless grin on his face as soon as your lips connected with art's, only widening when he saw you two stumble into the women's bathroom of the shitty dive bar.
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'don't shit where you eat' is what you told your friends every time they told you about some coworker they had a thing for; it was never a good idea to hook up with someone you knew you wouldn't be able to avoid. but as your professor out of all people sucked your nipple into his mouth, he might as well have sucked all the common sense out of your brain. you arched into him as art's hands slid up your skirt, his large, callouses hands gripping your thighs as you straddled his thigh.
"oh, god, mr. donaldson…" the term slipping out of your mouth without you even realizing, the man letting your nipple out of his mouth with a wet pop! as he looked up at you, your cheeks starting to feel warm with embarrassment.
but when you looked down at art, he had a small grin playing on his lips as he moved you on his thigh, the friction causing electricity to run through your veins as you felt the wet patch in your panties growing.
you rubbed art through his trousers, the man letting out a whine as he continued moving you as you ground down on his muscular thigh.
even though you were both still half-dressed, the pleasure you got just from the way art moved you on his thigh was heavenly, one of his hands squeezing the fat of your ass.
the drinks you'd had made every sensation feel so much better, every pulse of pleasure… the bathroom was filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, with your lewd moans, the pleasure in your abdomen building up and building up…
until finally it all crashed down, pleasure flooding through your entire body, your pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm crashed through your body.
that was the moment art knew that he was screwed; because as he watched you come undone on his thigh, no part of him felt guilty. only thing he could think about was how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how he was the one to make you feel that way.
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jaegerbby · 2 months ago
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➳ brat taming
╰┈➤ word count; 5045
╰┈➤ rundown; how he would deal with you catching an attitude. i had toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, suguru geto, ryusei shidou, katsuki bakugo & touya todoroki in mind for this ;)
╰┈➤ caution; female! brat! reader, use of the words bitch, slut, fuck doll, begging, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, choking, rough + unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification, marking (hickies and scratching), hair pulling, he is MEAN.
pls let me know if i should add any more warnings !! not proofread !!
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"babe." you throw your head back in annoyance, reaching for the large palms gripping your hips as if trying to right your wrongs but it only upsets him further.
"told you no touching." he roughly pins your wrists to the bed, his face nears yours and you find yourself leaning closer to kiss him but he just won't give in. "keep them there."
his warm touch finds your thighs, coaxing along the flesh before his hips roll and he slowly fucks into you.
he feels good, too good.
he always does but right now this isn't enough. the slow stroke of his cock pulling your cunt apart and the swollen head nudging your cervix isn't enough.
you feel every vein, even ridge, every bit of his stiff cock but he's fucking into you so painfully slow. your chest heaves, fingers twitching, desperate to be on his skin. you're desperate to have him messily kissing you until his pink lips are swollen.
his eyes look stony, gazing at your cunt swallowing every inch. he seems to take in every bit of slick that coats him. you're soaking. you've drenched him entirely.
he can feel you pulsing along him, he can feel your slick hot and sticky on his cock.
he loves your pussy too much for his own good. he's drunk on you and you know it too well. that's why he has to do things like this.
every pump of his hips to fill your cunt, is too slow for you to think straight.
you're aching for a rough pounding, you're aching to sink your nails into his back, to have his chain hanging in your face and his gravelly moans in your ear.
but this.
this is torture. you think this might be the worst punishment you have ever received.
he is mad, you can see it all over his face.
you spent the entire drive home squeezing your thighs together looking at him grip the steering wheel so hard his veins were more pronounced.
maybe you would've behaved if you knew this was what he had in mind.
you would think a man this enraged would have less restraint but somehow it seems to be the opposite for him.
your jaw hangs, a muted whimper escaping you as he cants his hips and sinks his cock inside you again. it feels like forever before his tip kisses your cervix. you can't help that your hips buck forward, you can't help that your legs tighten around his narrowed waist, urging him closer.
he doesn't budge.
his fingers squeeze your hips and you swear you've broken his resolve but you're left hissing in surprise when he pulls out. it's the first thing he has done swiftly all night.
"do you ever listen?" his lips pull back in irritation.
"i said i was sorry." you whine. your cunt clenches around nothing, only leaking with more slick. you're all doe eyed feigning innocence as you look up at him.
"you weren't sorry when you were acting all bitchy" he quips. his darkened eyes trail over your messy cunt, your neglected clit is just begging for his touch. for him to rid you of an itch only he can scratch.
you raise yourself to your elbows, eyes never leaving his. his breath slows when your hand caresses his chest. your skin is far softer than his.
he's only growing angrier.
he finds himself wishing he wasn't this weak for you but truthfully, he wouldn't change a thing.
your touch trails down from his stiff chest to the ridges of his abs. his head tilts to the side, you're really pushing it tonight. you stop just before his cock, your eyes skim over the stiffened thickness of his girth, coated in your wetness and leaking.
you bite down on your bottom lip before your fingers find your cunt, trailing through the wetness, you're so sensitive your back arches as you sink two fingers as deep as they can go.
"i promise i'm sorry. want you to fuck me like you mean it, think i deserve it." your voice is all whiny and soft. all honey dew and sugar coated.
you're spoilt rotten, he's the one responsible for it. you know how to get your way, you're good at it.
but you're forgetting he is as stubborn as you.
your fingers slip out, sticky with strings of wetness and you're spreading your cunt for him to see. he breathes hard.
you jolt when he roughly snatches your hand.
"you think you deserve it?" he says incredulously. "really?"
the corners of your lips tip into a sly smile that you're fighting to conceal.
"mmhm and i really need you." you know how to fuck with his head. you know how to destroy his sanity. "need to feel you deep inside me, need you to fuck me until i can't think."
you're shoved down against the sheets, his hard body meets yours, you hum at the feeling. his eyes are darker. his chest heaves more. you feel his cock brush your dripping hole and your legs instinctively hitch higher on his waist.
"if you want to get fucked, you need to listen." his hands are so much bigger, they enclose your wrists and press them to the sheets.
your tongue slips out to wet your lips and you nod. "i'll do whatever you say."
your jaw hangs in a drawn out moan as his cock slowly fills you. his abs tense due to your relentless clenching.
he's closer now, he's on you now.
you tilt your head up, lips brushing against his but he doesn't lean closer than that.
"keep your hands to yourself." he breathes. "and you only take what i give you."
you nod.
your cunt aches a little more, he's so big. every time he sinks back into you, you feel yourself stretching. he pulls you too wide and goes too deep. it rids your mind of any coherent thoughts.
you're huffing hot breaths, trying to control your hips. trying to be obedient.
your eyes trail over his face. he's pretty.
his lengthy lashes flutter, nose scrunching ever so slightly every time he feels you. he likes being in your cunt, he likes how hot you feel on him. and he likes-
"so fucking tight."
you're smiling. of course you are. your body rocks while he fucks into you. but it's still slow. he rolls his hips forward with a low grunt.
"babe."
he ignores you. he's too busy plunging his aching length inside your messy cunt.
"babe." you whine, a pout on your lips when he meets your eyes. "y'know, you haven't kissed me for the night."
you lean up to nudge your nose with his and he hates the way he falters. he hates the way he can do nothing to stop his hips roughly pounding into you before he finds his bearings.
he hates how pleased you look. he hates the way you dumbly smile with a ditzy look on your face from only a few heavy strokes of his cock. he is breathing hard into your shared air before his jaw clenches.
"listen to me or i won't fuck you at all." he doesn't know how much longer he can hold up this stupid punishment. he wonders if he's punishing you or himself because he has his pelvis flush to yours and your sticky pussy is slurping on him like you don't ever want to let him go.
too tempting.
"you're bluffing."
"try me." he grits his teeth.
he sits back on his knees, you find yourself disappointed at the distance.
"don't move."
he pumps his hips. moving shallowly, only the base of his cock exiting your gummy walls before he fucks it back into you.
you mewl. his dextrous fingers find your clit and he rolls the stilted bundle of nerves for the first time tonight.
he looks pretty like this, he looks pretty with his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock deep in you. he looks pretty with tense shoulders and a heaving chest.
you're really trying your best, you're trying to restrain every bit of you that is begging to touch him. but how can you really help yourself?
he looks good when he's mad. he looks good when his jaw is locked and you think it's cute how he flares his nose.
you know how to push his buttons. you're desperate to push him over the edge and break his resolve.
"it wouldn't make a difference if you stopped, this doesn't count as fucking me anyway." it's terribly unconvincing because your voice is all watery and broken.
he presses hard on your clit before his hand harshly smacks the twitching bundle of nerves, your hips cant upwards on his cock still lodged inside you.
if he was angry before, you feel like steam would be coming out of his ears now.
"you know what? i don't have to deal with this nasty attitude when my hand works fine." you flinch as he suddenly pulls out.
he wouldn't stop, right?
"mine does too." you retort but the ache between your legs is still begging to be quelled.
his arms flex, biceps bulging as his fingers grip your face and he squeezes your cheeks. his eyes are narrow.
oh, you've done it now.
"go ahead, fuck your little cunt for yourself. see if i care." his voice has deepened, strained with anger and his unsatisfied desires.
you can use your hand.
you can fuck your cunt until you cum. you know your body as good as he does but it won't be the same.
that wouldn't be enough.
it would not compare to his heavy body over you, or his fingers knotted in your hair. it would never compare to the girth of his cock pulling you wide open and fucking you until you're plugged full of hot, sticky strands of his seed.
why do it yourself when you can have him?
even if it means begging a little.
"babe, c'mon." you quip. he looks like he has already made up his mind and it won't change.
"i'm sick of your shit." he moves off of you, sitting at the edge of the bed but before he can reach for his boxers you are on him.
he breathes a little harder as your lips find his neck, your hand threading through the thick locks of his hair before caressing his angular jaw and trailing down his firm chest.
he jerks in surprising when your much smaller hand strokes his cock, still hot and sticky from your dripping pussy.
it's all he's thinking about, sinking deep inside you again sounds much better than depriving himself of your cunt.
he wishes you weren't so prissy then he would fuck you the way you're aching for.
"m'sorry." your voice should not be this adorable. no one could possibly resist you.
"yeah, right." he says through gritted teeth, eyes slightly rolling as your delicate hand palms his cock. he can hardly think straight and your goal for the night seems to be destroying him completely.
and then you whine in his ear like a fucking sex drunk slut.
"m'really sorry, y'know i didn't mean it. just missed you." he lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as his eyes flick down to watch the languid strokes of your touch gliding up and down. he is covered in so much slick, so much of you that it's easy to tug at his cock.
"that's your excuse every fucking time. you act like a bitch and then say s'cause you missed me." your finger trails along his ear, a second later your tongue replaces it. he curses lowly, too caught up in the feeling of your lips trailing down the column of his throat. leaving his skin heated with saliva from sucking marks. "how does that make sense, baby?
"you're the one that didn't see me for three days." your voice is less begging now, bordering on irritation as you separate from his neck.
"there's that attitude again." he sucks his teeth, biting back a groan when you squeeze around the base of his thick cock. he tilts his head towards you, his nose nudging yours and he is all too pleased at how quickly you melt.
your eyes go wide and teary, your lips pouted and all he wants to do is bite them until they're swollen red. "i'm sorry, m'sorry, babe." he really is trying to resist you but then your little hand leaves his cock and reaches for his nape to pull him for a kiss so desperate it erases every thought of denying you.
he lets you, he lets you have your way with him. he lets you trip and fall and act like your world will end without him.
he likes you this way.
you're whimpering apologies with your tongue lashing his and he is licking into your mouth with renewed vigor.
he likes knowing how entangled you are in him.
you separate just barely, shared air growing dense with tension, with palpable want. "i'll make it up to you." you hum and his chest heaves as you steady yourself on your knees at his side and lean down to teasingly lick right below his navel.
he swallows hard because your ass is bare and perched out for him to see and all he can think about is how badly he wants to leave it bruised and stinging.
his jaw clenches tight enough to grind stones when your tongue laps over his leaking tip. you were trying to fray his resolve at the edges but it was undone a long time ago and he cannot deny himself of you any longer.
"wonder who you love more, me or my cock?" your breath is hot and damp while your slick tongue glides around his blushed head. his length glistening with the remnants of your juices and resting it's taste on your tongue.
"love you." you whimper, soft hand jerking his cock before your lips press to the tip and saliva is spewed down it.
he likes how nasty you get for him. he loves seeing the defiant heat in your eyes when you're being all mean to him because he knows this is what you'll be reduced to a second later.
he bites down on his bottom lip, hips thrusting up and muscles bulging as your slimy tongue rolls around and prods his slit.
it's hard to believe you love him more than his cock when you have the swollen and dripping head between your puffy lips and you are soaking it with spit after he had it lodged in your cunt.
"you're so big." your voice practically vibrates against his cock before you take it into your mouth, slow and deliberate. he has seen this sight too many times to count but he would never tire of it.
a soft groan rumbles in his chest as you lower yourself further. the taste of you and him, laying heavy on his throbbing erection, is one of salt and sin. the heady mixture instantly makes your head spin.
he has your mouth wide as you take him deeper, he borderline whines when you reach his base. his cock hitting the back of your stretched throat and he has to fight the urge to thrust.
all he can feel is the warmth of you wrapped around him and every muscle gripping him.
"you piss me the fuck off. always get me mad and then do shit like this... s'fucking annoying." he can hardly contain himself when his dick is shoved so deep in your throat that your pretty eyes are watering.
you hum around him, the vibration making his eyes roll before your cheeks hollow and you suck.
you are taking his soul. there is no doubt about it.
then, you go in for the kill because you bob your head and he swears he is seeing stars. "fuck. fuck, baby." his hips jerk, he wants to fuck your mouth, he wants to hold your head down and use your bratty throat as he pleases.
with the feeling of velvety warmth surrounding his cock and your pretty face coated with tears, his hand reaches for your ass.
"look so good with your mouth stuffed like this, can't talk shit when you're choking on my cock, huh?" he gropes the flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and connects with your skin. you jolt, still swallowing his cock over and over until messy strands of spit collect on his length and stream down his balls.
he soothes the sting with soft circles of his callous hand but he's smirking at the way you let out a muffled shriek when he does it again.
"s'not really your fault that you act like this, i know." he coos, eyes narrowing as he glances down at you. his dexterous fingers trail between your ass cheeks before cupping your soaking pussy. "it's hers. she makes you act all stupid, cause you let her do all the thinking."
his hand smacks your messy cunt and you whine around his cock, drooling around his girth.
you pull off with watery eyes, reaching down to rub your sticking spit into his swollen cock. every bit of you has wrecked him, he smacks your puffy cunt again, practically growling when you yelp and your cheek meets the dense muscle of his thigh.
his breathing is ragged while you work his cock, your thumb pressing hard against the vein that pulses along his underside before you lean in to drag your tongue along it.
"you're a fucking menace." he snarls, his hips bucking as he seeks more of your silken touch and your heated mouth.
you tug his cock down to envelop him back in heat as you swallow, your jaw aching at the stretch and your tongue squirming against him. his hand tangles in your hair driving his hips forward until you are gurgling and your lips are wrapped around his base.
he throws his head back, you feel unreal, you drive him insane. "actually g'na kill me." he groans, fucking into your mouth and cooing at the sight of furrowed brows and endless tears as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.
"my pretty baby, love when you're being sweet." he hums, voice breaking into a stuttered moan. he can't get enough of your mouth, of the addictive feeling of you and having you at his mercy.
he grips your hair tight, shoving his entire length down your throat before letting go. you pull off his cock, gasping for air, spit and precum webbed in your mouth and sticking to his pulsing length. you sit up, liquid staining your jaw as you swallow the mess.
your pretty face is close to his, "still mad at me?" your voice is raspy all because he had his heavy cock deep in your throat.
he knows it will be sore tomorrow.
he knows that anyone you talk to tomorrow will be able to tell you let him raw your little throat.
"yeah." his voice lowly fills your ears yet he cups your cheek, stroking it gently which tells an entirely different story.
your kiss swollen lips pull into a smile that makes his heart beat quicken.
"won't stop until you're not mad." you clamber onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as you reach down for his hefty cock. you drag the thickness between your folds before position it at your soaking hole.
he grips your thighs as you take him, you both sigh in unison as you slowly take every inch of his pulsing cock. "pussy's so in love with me, look at how she opens up for my cock." he groans but you can tell how little control he has because his nails are digging into your flesh.
"uh huh, loves you s'much." you drawl, looping your arms around broad shoulders, face overtaken by bliss because you finally have what you wanted.
"i know, couldn't even go three days without it cause you're fucking obsessed with me." strong muscular arms surround your waist as you drop down on him, thighs smacking against his and your back arching once you are filled to the hilt.
he has your body flush to his, so much bigger than you that he engulfs you completely. he pulls out only a little before roughly slamming into you and making you shriek.
the stretch hurts so good.
he has your cunt spread and strokes every bit of your gooey insides and now any restraint has long been thrown away.
you desperately kiss him, lips softly smacking and a smug smile tugs at his lips. "just need fucking dick to make you act right. always need me to stuff you with my cock, that's the only time you stop running this slutty mouth."
he says all of it knowing he would live and die for your pussy, he is equally as obsessed with you.
he drives his hips roughly into you, his sodden cock jamming into your walls so hard your teeth grit and your back arches.
"this is what you wanted right? wanted to get fucked so hard that you can't think. look at you, drooling for it like a slut." his lips curl back in a snarl, wet squelches filling the room with every pound of his hips.
you whine, your hands scrambling on muscly and broad shoulders as your mind goes blank. "yes, yes, s'all i wanted! feels so good." he hugs you tighter, squeezing your body against him, fingers digging into your flesh.
your body is shaking as he pounds open your sopping pussy, roughly jolting from the weight of his thrusts, your thighs practically peeling away from his each time.
you gasp into his mouth when he hits a spot deep inside you that has you entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him claiming your cunt again.
his jaw drops into a moan too, cheeks reddened and brows furrowed before his tongue flicks out. yours meets his, slimy muscles glide together as his pulsing cock drags along your insides.
"fucking nasty, your pussy is so messy for me. she's crying on my cock cause she wanted it so fucking bad. would've fucked her out earlier but you just had to be a bitch."
your fingers knot in thick tuffs of hair and he hisses when you roughly pull. you arch against him like you want to be closer even though your skin is flush to his built body.
"you love it, you love when i'm a bitch. love when i fight you and make you chase me." your plush lips part in a high pitched moan because the weight of his thrusts only increases. "s'why you fuck me like this." you whimper.
he jerks his hips, rough and powerful, it hurts. your body grinds against his and he only fucks you harder, the rhythm punishing. your forehead meets his, gasping for air because he takes it all away. his fingers are digging into your flesh and you know without a doubt they leave bruises in their wake.
"yeah." he leans in to lick into your mouth, using your body like a weightless fuck doll. "i love when my baby thinks she can mouth off to me cause it means i can fuck you like the little slut you are. don't have to feel bad about being mean to you when you deserve it." he snarls but he leans in to claim your lips in a sweet kiss.
his firm muscles are all tense and straining, your thighs trembling while he continues to buck upwards, absolutely no exhaustion overcoming him.
he kisses down your sternum before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling the pert bud with his tongue and biting down. he groans when you tug his hair but he's sucking down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
"you're fucking hot, baby. s'annoying." one arm keeps you secured to him, entirely at his mercy. his other hand wrapping around your throat, that's dwarfed by the size of his palm. he squeezes, enough to make you feel it, feel him.
his cock slips out shallowly and slides back into your soaked cunt with a filthy suctioning noise like your pussy wants to keep him stuck deep inside you. like she never wants to let him go.
your trembling thighs are stinging every time dense muscle meets the underside, your body already aching from the rough fucking.
"cunt's still tight as hell. doesn't matter how many times i've fucked her, she's still strangling my cock." creamy white has started collecting at his base, each thrust driving into you harder than the last and he is slamming your body down to meet every movement.
he presses his lips to yours, tongue fucking into your mouth like his cock is drilling into your pussy. he can taste himself on your tongue.
your body convulses, cunt incessantly clenching around him and it only goads him to drive deeper into you. your nails scrape at his shoulders, it seems he has fucked you entirely dumb.
his touch glides up your back before raking down your spine, leaving similar red welts. you are shivering in his lap, your cunt drenching him so much that it stains his thighs and drips down his heavy balls.
you can only let out ragged gasps as his cock throbs inside you with a steady pulse. you swear you feel every single vein on his thick cock.
"giving you exactly what you wanted, always do. got you so spoilt." his voice is low and it only makes your cunt squeeze him.
his lips find yours, hungry and demanding and you reciprocate with your tongue messily tangling with his. "so fucking tight."
he growls against your mouth, meanly pounding up into you. you can't take much more. your brain is scrambled and tears have long been streaming down your face.
"you love it, love me and my cunt and how it chokes your cock." it is throbbing, it is spewing strings of pre cum in you already.
"nasty girl, you get so nasty for me." he reaches down to strum at your swollen and jittery clit. your cunt spasming and guzzling around him. "could fuck you forever, i could live inside your pussy."
"you better." you've left streaks of red scratches down his back and chest, desperate on his skin as you lose your bearings. "you better fuck me forever, don't want you to ever stop."
he lowly laughs at your admission, his eyes blown out with desire.
his swollen lips curl back in a snarl, holding you flush to him as he quickens his hips. your pussy sucking on his cock as he begins to drill into you rougher then before, harder than before. hitting so deep you swear your vision is turning white.
he hits that spot inside you every single time, the knot in your stomach binding tighter and tighter.
your fingers pull his hair but it does little to move him, shrieking watery moans every time his cock plunges into you. you grit your teeth, lids fluttering to send an onslaught of fresh tears down your cheeks.
you are shaking, your syrupy walls spasming and gripping him tightly. he is rolling your clit quickly and intensely.
your body is jolting like you want to get away but you are holding him and pressing against him like you need him to fuck you to completion.
you can feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven the longer he fucks you.
"g'na cum, babe. m'gna cum." you whine, crying as your head drops to his firm shoulder, you are jerking with zero restraint.
"give it to me, baby. cum all over my cock, show me how much you love it." your gummy walls quiver against him, spasming before wrapping around him so tight that he is hissing. the rhythmic pulsing has his eyes rolling before your pussy floods with your release.
it coats his cock endlessly but even then he doesn't stop fucking you open.
"s'too much, fuck it's too much." you whine and his eyes flash.
he lets you go, you barely steady yourself on trembling hands as you rest them back on his knees.
both your eyes find the messy exchange of your pussy pulled wide around his cock, your slick covering him. callous hands grip your waist and he pumps into you, quickly and unevenly.
his abs tensing and biceps bulging. you feel too good on him, you feel like heaven sent.
"take it. fucking take it all, cause this is what you were acting up for." he can barely get the words out, they're all gruff and gravelly.
his expression is overtaken by open mouth moans as he watches his cock plunge into your pulled apart slit.
you shriek at how hard he grips you, at the sting of his thighs clapping against yours. all he is looking at is how completely ruined you are.
"you're so fucking perfect." his voice breathy and drawn out, brows knitted together before his jaw hangs and his hips slam up to fill you to the brim.
you're crying out his name, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you then thick spurts of cum coat your insides. the heated liquid streams deep within you and once he has thoroughly creamed your pussy, he gathers you into his arms.
your fingers thread through his hair and your lips meet his.
"i love you so much." he pants.
"i love you too." you whisper, a bit dopey and in awe when a smile spreads across his face. he looks good when he's angry and seething but he arguably looks better like this, with flushed cheeks and softened eyes. with sweaty skin and ruffled hair. you're admiring him as you lay limp against him.
"i hope you learned your lesson."
you lightly laugh, pressing a wet smooch to his lips and though you're nodding your head the mischievous smile on your face is proof that you're plotting your next scheme.
luckily, he loves dealing with your little attitude.
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