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[cultivating-wildflowers]

after I tackle sewing my own skirts, I’m gonna bring back elbow patches

[worksby-d]

Forget Everything

Pairing: Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Ari fucks the stress out of you. As he should.

Warnings: Soft dom!Ari vibes, blowjob/face fucking, lots of praise, unprotected sex, did I mention soft!Ari?, kind of rough, 18+/minors dni

Word count: ~2,100

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He thought pulling your laptop away from you, off of the makeshift desk you made out of pillows on the bed, and dimming the lamp in the room would be enough to force you to forget about work for the night and submit to sleep.

He usually lets it go, not wanting to interrupt you, but he could tell you were getting more and more worked up as you huffed and rubbed your eyes every so often before continuing to furiously type away. 

“Ari…” You threw your arms up, watching him close your computer and put it out of reach on the other side of the room. “Come on.” 

“No, you come on,” he countered, laughing a bit as he got back into bed next to you. Giving in slightly, you laid on your side to face him, and he took your hand in his. “It’s late. What's got you so worked up?” 

He didn't mean to set off the rant that came along with his question. He had no idea what had been going on, but swore you were nearly in tears as you explained how swamped you felt picking up everyone else’s slack. 

“It's just a lot,” you finally breathed out slowly, letting go of his hand as you rolled onto your back so you could look away from him. 

“Honey, I didn't know…” It's all he could offer at first. 

You just shrugged. How would he know? You tried your best to keep it to yourself because you knew he'd worry. 

When it clicked for him how he could help, you missed the smirk that tugged at his lips. 

“It sounds like you need someone to do the work for you for a change.” The teasing tone of his voice went right over your head, too stressed to catch on. “...Do all the thinking so you don't have to.” 

“If only,” you scoffed quietly, keeping your focus on the ceiling above you. 

Taking that as a challenge, he pushed himself up so he could roll on top of you, effectively pinning you against the mattress beneath him. 

A breath got caught in your throat as you peered up at him, caught off guard. 

“Let me do it,” he offered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I'll make you forget everything.” 

The next kiss was deeper, as if he could sense your doubt, needing to convince you. And it left you breathless, reducing your voice to a whisper. “Have at it.”

He took his time, only pulling his lips away from yours to tease you when you moaned softly into his mouth. Brushing his nose against your cheek, he got you to lean your head back, allowing him to press kisses along your jaw and across your neck. 

He knows your body well enough to know you weren't completely relaxing for him yet though.

“I can still feel you thinking,” he teased, playfully nipping your ear as he whispered to you. 

“I'm sorry."

Your words came out sounding like a genuine apology, a seriousness to your voice that had his heart breaking.

“No, hey.” He shook his head, bringing a hand to your cheek to get you to look at him. “You're doing perfect. It's okay. Let me do all the work, remember? Your job right now is to let me make you feel good. Let me help you.” 

Letting out a breath, you nodded and closed your eyes. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he smiled, kissing you one more time. “Want the only thing on your mind to be begging for my cock, if I hadn't made that clear yet.” The whimper that escaped you made him laugh. “Head so empty besides that, that I have to tell you exactly what to do.” 

Pushing off of you, he pulled you up with him, guiding you to the edge of the bed so he could sit up and point you toward the floor. “Get on your knees.” 

Wasting no time, you settled there between his legs. 

“Look at me,” he said, grasping your chin gently to tilt your head back. He could tell it was starting to work as your soft gaze looked up at him. Your hands moved slowly toward the waistband of his sweatpants as he talked to you, waiting for his word. “Go ahead.” 

Biting your lip, you pulled his sweats down far enough to expose his dick, hard for you already as you took him in your hand. 

The sight of him, especially how big he is compared to your hand, never fails to cue the involuntary clench of your thighs. And he never misses the way you squirm in front of him. 

“Don't be shy,” he urged, snapping you out of your daze as you watched your hand stroke him. “Use that pretty mouth too, baby.” 

He didn't have to ask you twice. Leaning closer to him, you darted your tongue out to run a slow, teasing lick along the length of his cock. You held in a giggle when you heard the slow breath he let out above you. 

He let a hand rest on the back of your head as you took the tip in your mouth. “There you go.” 

Resisting the urge to move his hips and take over, he allowed you to take your time. You relaxed the best you could, steadily taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, letting your hand do the rest of the work. 

Feeling you softly gag around himself made him let out a groan of his own. He couldn't help moving his hand closer to your neck, guiding you to lift up before sinking your mouth back onto him, helping you move in a steady rhythm. 

“Fuck, that's it,” he sighed. “Moan for me.” 

The vibrations from the back of your throat as you obeyed him were too much. He gently grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from him and stood up in front of you. 

The sudden movement made you gag again and he let you pull away for just a moment to catch a breath. He placed your hands on his thighs and you braced yourself. 

“You stay right there now. You don't have to do anything else,” he promised, holding your face in his hands. “Okay?” 

“Okay,” you nodded eagerly, parting your lips for him. 

“So fucking good at doing what I say,” he moaned, thrusting himself back into your mouth, making you cough around him.

He was done taking it slow – He held you in place as he finally took over, praising how well you took him. 

Your fingers dug into the muscle on his thighs as you held onto him, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to get quick breaths in when he momentarily gave you the chance. 

“You're so good for me,” he panted, stilling his hips to keep your mouth full as he steadied his own breath. “Such a perfect mouth. That's all you are right now. No thoughts, just letting me use you.” 

None of his words were even registering for you as your eyes rolled back, the lack of air causing an overwhelming silence in your ears. 

Ari letting his cock fall from your mouth brought you back to the moment – taking a deep inhale once you were finally able to. 

“There you are,” he chuckled watching the loopy smile appear on your face. He wiped away some spit from your chin as you looked up at him with slow blinks. “That's it. Good job, pretty girl.” 

As he helped you up off the floor, you fell back onto the bed, trying to bring him down with you. “Please–” 

“Ah-ha,” he mused. He stayed standing so he could rid himself of his pants and quickly help you out of yours. “Begging already? So good at listening, baby girl. All from just my cock in your mouth.” 

You sat up flustered and reached for him again. “Please…” 

He gave in, but not without taunting you. “Please what?” 

“Ari,” you groaned, hiding your face against his shoulder. 

“I know, I know,” he cooed, carefully helping you move so you could rest your head on some pillows. “You can't come up with an answer when you're not thinking. You're too pretty to think, aren't you? You’re doing exactly what I asked. You're so fucking perfect.” 

“Need you,” you whined, impatiently reaching your hand between your bodies to find his cock again. 

“Don't worry, I told you I'm gonna take care of you. So that's what I'm gonna do.” 

He softly pulled your hand away from him and placed it at your side before kneeling back to take in the sight of you laid out and desperate for him. 

Taking a hold of your thighs, he spread your legs and pushed them back to give him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. 

He teased along your slit with the tip of his cock, slapping it against your clit. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, prompting you to whimper out another string of pleases. 

They were cut off by your own gasp though when he finally began thrusting into you. 

“You're relaxed now, huh,” he teased, easily pushing into you, but still taking it slow. “That's my girl.” 

He was filling you completely in no time, leaning back over you to press a kiss to your cheek, and then to your lips, as you got used to the feeling of him. 

“Please move,” you choked out, digging your nails into his sides as you grew more desperate. 

He slowly pulled out of you, almost all the way, before his hips snapped roughly back against yours, eliciting a yelp from you.

You held onto him while he showed no mercy – immediately falling into a fast and hard rhythm of forceful thrusts. It was enough to cause the bed to shake, your whole body being pushed against the pillows above your heads

A string of his name and indistinguishable whines were all you could muster. He wanted more though.

“Uh, uh,” he breathed out, slowing down just enough to get your attention. “I wanna hear you scream for me.” 

You nodded even though you truthfully didn't process what he was even saying, you just needed him to keep going. 

“Listen to me.” He rested his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look into his lust-blown eyes. “Can feel you're close, honey. You don't have to ask. Just let it happen, let go for me.” 

Deep down, you were waiting for his OK – Hearing him give it, you felt yourself give into the pleasure that was building up. You came with a scream of his name, scratching at his back as your legs shook against him. 

He fucked you through your high, ultimately chasing his own. With a deep, final stroke, he came with you. His head fell to your shoulder, his grunts sending shivers down your spine as his release filled you up. 

His body stilled against yours, and even in your daze, the weight of him on top of you was comforting. 

He could feel your chest rising and falling against his, your heart still racing. 

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, catching his own breath. “Did so good. Stay right here with me. You don't have to think yet, let me hold you.” 

He was relieved when he felt you nod softly. 

“You deserve the rest. You work so hard,” he murmured against your neck, pressing a few lazy kisses against your skin. “You're so perfect. You need to relax once in a while.” 

All you could do is hold onto him, listening to his words, actually believing them. You gripped him tighter, only thinking about him and feeling him, not wanting him to move yet. 

“I'm not going anywhere.” It's like he could read your mind. “Will always be here to take care of you. I've got you.” 

Feeling you physically relax beneath him, he took the moment to gently pull out of you and lay beside you, drawing you against his warm body. 

A few moments of silence passed before you spoke up again. 

“You’re sweaty,” you mumbled against his chest.  

“I think that's you,” he teased, and you hid your face as he hugged you tighter. “We'll clean up in a minute, don't worry. You're not allowed to worry again yet.”

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[mitsuyeaah]

MUSE

SHUJI HANMA x f! reader

"pictures of the old us got me feelin’ older. i just thought you should know i never wanted closure but you had no problem leavin’, now i’m the one to feel it."

cw: photographer! hanma, angst, smut, oral (m receiving), nsfw (mdni), slight fluff, mentions of break up, hurt/no comfort, pet names (baby, doll, princess), swearing

word count: 6.1k

a/n: italicized paragraphs indicate the past!! :”) © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

“Aaand, that’s all for today! I will send you a link for the pictures you’ve chosen after touching them up.” Shuji mused, looking up at his client from the chair he sat on, one hand on the mouse from scrolling through a collection of photographs he had recently taken. His client, a famous one at that, thanked and bid him goodbye before leaving his studio.

Finally.

Shuji leaned forward and propped his elbows on his desk, letting out a sigh he had been holding in since the session started while slowly massaging his temples. The client that booked him for today was unforgettable, today’s model–Hakkai Shiba– that he took photographs of was fine but it was his manager that made the shoot a little more complicated than it should have been.

Usually, his clients would give him the liberty to express his art and skills through the photographs he’s taken with a brief background of how they want the photos to turn out, and that was fine because it still gave him enough room to incorporate his ideas into each photograph taken. But Hakkai’s manager had asked more than he’d expected. This was fine by Shuji as it challenged him more than usual–and he had to thoroughly think of his next move–but it just overwhelmed him.

Just a bit.

He wasn’t usually like this during his booked sessions as he needed to be in his best mentality, mind cleared from any non-work related distractions but today was different. Shuji had somehow let his feelings get the best of him and is probably the reason why he’s blaming his client’s manager for feeling more stressed and on-edge.

It was a bittersweet day for him.

Shuji managed to bag a very famous model today, which meant the pay that came with it was also going to be good but today was also a very important one at that, well, it used to be important. Not anymore.

You and him were supposed to be six years today. Six years of loving each other, six years of waking up next to one another, six years of unforgettable memories. All was well, until one day last year, you decided to throw all those years down the drain like it was nothing, years wasted, just like that. You left him all alone in your shared apartment and took a piece of him that he knew he was never going to get back.

Now, he tried moving on with his life despite the gaping hole where his heart used to sit, beating for you, and you only.

Shuji cursed under his breath before opening the last drawer of his desk and reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, upon doing so, he spotted a memory card in a transparent case which was underneath the cigarettes. He furrowed his brows, trying to wrack his brain around what it could be since it had no label on it.

The memory card was clearly used as it had a sticker attached on the case that he’d usually put when the card was full. He held a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, taking a long drag, savouring the way it filled his lungs before puffing out the heavy smoke and reaching for the mysterious memory card.

Wisps of smoke surrounded his workspace as he grabbed the camera—that was connected to his computer—which sat next to his computer and changed out its memory card with the one he’d found. Shuji grabbed his mouse and hastily exited the application that housed the collection of photographs he had taken today and clicked on the new icon that had popped up on his desktop.

He wasted no time and dragged the cursor of his mouse to where the icon was before coming to a sudden halt, the cursor hovering the icon, waiting to be clicked. Shuji sucked in a sharp breath as he read the name of the icon, ‘My Muse’, his heart skipped a beat at the name, he only had one muse. His one and only muse.

You.

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating whether to click it or not. He didn’t know whether opening the file was a good idea or a bad one, he sighed and took another long drag of his cigarette, leaning his head back before putting it out and leaving it in the ashtray.

Fuck it, he thought and opened the file. He didn’t know what kind of contents it housed but that wasn’t a reason for him to be this nervous about diving into the mysterious memory card.

The application quickly opened, loading a collection of photos. Of you, and there were many.

The computer screen showed the very first set of photos in the memory card, it was when Shuji was still in college starting out his Arts degree. He clearly remembered taking these photos like it was yesterday and internally cringing at some of them, some photographs were out of focus, some had the subject moving too quickly, and some were blurry in a way that he knew were caused by shaky hands.

“Come on, please? Just this once! I really really need a subject for this assignment.” Shuji practically begged on his knees, both his hands encasing one of your hands and shaking them as he looked at you with desperation.

You sighed and briefly closing your eyes before meeting his expectant gaze, his golden eyes glimmering with hope, “Shuji, I already told you… I am too busy typing up lab reports to be taking photos. Just go find someone else, plus, I’m not even photogenic .”

Apparently, Shuji had an assignment where they needed to photograph a live subject while focusing on some factors such as light and contrast while also emitting emotion from the still photographs. They were free to choose any concept as long as it closely followed the rules stated.

The tall man in front of you huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over to the side to avoid your gaze, “But I want you to be my subject.” you could see a slight pink tinting his cheeks. He was adorable. Shuji turned his head back to you, looking defeated, “Just this once! I promised I won’t bother you about it again. Please? For your boyfriend?”

And how could you say no to that?

Later that night, Shuji had come into your dorm, a camera bag evidently slung over his shoulder and a laptop tucked on his side. He sat on your bed, fiddling with his digital SLR camera to sort out its settings so the photographs came out exactly how he wanted them; with you typing up your lab report in mind, Shuji decided he wanted to do a concept that all students closely related to.

Pulling an all-nighter. That was going to be his concept.

He wanted to photograph you while you typed your lab report. He wanted to capture the raw emotions of his subject going through the different stages of studying, the concentration, the thinking process, the stressing out, and the procrastination while also incorporating the play of light.

“Okay, just do your thing. Pretend like I’m not here at all.” he whispered, as if this was some kind of sacred moment. You nodded at his instructions and focused on your laptop in front of you, the lab report document already pulled up.

Shuji shuffled around you, trying to get the best angles that captured both the atmosphere and your emotions well, you heard the soft clicks of the shutter but paid no mind to it as it didn’t distract you as much. He also played around with the lamp that you had on, pointing it in certain angles that casted harsh shadows upon your face or illuminating the features that he had grown to love.

At first, you felt tense under the constant attention you gained but Shuji didn’t fail to calm your mind.

You had to hold yourself back from smiling as the constant quiet praises he gave you, giving occasional ‘Ooh yes, that’s a good pose. It really shows how stressed you are’, ‘I like that’, ‘Nice’ and other praises just like photographers seen in movies would do so. You knew he did those to reassure you that you were doing a good job for him, despite not claiming to be photogenic.

It didn’t take long before Shuji was satisfied with the photographs he took, finding some hidden gems amongst the collection of photos. You both looked at the shots on his laptop, laughing at some that looked funny, “I like this a lot, you made me look so pretty.” you giggled, leaning onto his shoulder as you circled his waist with both your arms.

“Hmm? No, no, it’s all you baby. But if that’s the case, then I might just make you my muse, huh?”

Shuji smiled at the old photographs of you. God, you looked so young and cute, he always liked photographing you when you were off-guard because of how real your emotions came out in the shots.

He looked at the last photo from that night, the light illuminating your features which produced a stark contrast against the dark background behind you. The photo showed you staring off to one side, chin rested on your palm and a small pout on your lips. Shuji remembered how he accidentally blurted out ‘so pretty’ as he looked through the viewfinder of his camera, it made you blush. He always liked making you blush, he liked how he could pull out such reactions from you.

Shuji scrolled further down the collection and stopped at a different set of photographs that captured his eyes. It was a group of black and white portrait shots of you, your features enhanced with makeup. You were definitely a little older here, probably during the time he was just starting out his own business of being a professional photographer.

These were one of the many photographs that he had up on his website gallery to familiarise potential customers more about his work and how he expressed his skills. Shuji rested his chin on his palm and clicked a photo, it showed a typical portrait photo of you, back straight, shoulders rolled back and facing the camera smiling.

It was the weekend, which meant that it was a time for relaxation and lounging around the apartment after doing some chores. You lazed on the couch, mindlessly scrolling and switching between social media apps, stopping at certain posts that piqued your interest.

Shuji waltzed into the living room, yawning loudly before slumping right beside you on the couch, head resting on your shoulders and an arm slinging around your front as he peeked at the screen of your device. “Can I ask you something?” he mumbled. You knew that tone, it was the one he used when he wanted something you couldn’t say no to.

“Lemme guess, another shoot?” you chuckled, placing your phone face down on your chest and slightly turned to look at your boyfriend. Shuji chuckled, “You know me so well.”

That’s what he liked about you so much, you could read his body language so well and he appreciated that a lot. He might’ve lied when he told you the first time that he wasn’t going to bother you again with his shoots back when you were in freshman college, because he clearly couldn’t get enough of you and your beauty.

You were Shuji’s favourite subject after all.

It made sense that it was going to be photographs of you plastered on his gallery website because to him, you were the epitome of beauty. You may not be flawless nor perfect in your eyes, but he loved every single thing about you. He loved how your expressions were always so genuine while you stood in front of the lens every single time because you always saw yourself as a non-photogenic person.

“Okay, let's take a break.” Shuji removed the camera from his face and walked over to his desk to set it down. You two were currently at his newly bought studio—that was still under construction— and he had set up a white backdrop and some lights for the shoot. You hopped off the stool you were sitting on and stood behind your boyfriend who now sat in front of his computer, surveying the black and white photographs of you.

Shuji whistled as he looked at them one by one, “You always give me the brightest and most genuine expressions. I love it so much, baby. So pretty.” he chirped, looking over his shoulder, his singular long gold earring swaying with the movement. You met his golden gaze that was filled with amazement and love that made you blush, you waved a hand, brushing him off, “It’s because you’re the one behind the camera. When someone that handsome is looking at me, I can’t help but do so.”

Now it was Shuji’s turn to blush. He shook his head and chuckled softly, “Come here.” he whispered as he pulled you onto his lap and securely wrapped an arm behind you. “Not to be sappy but… I’m really glad you’re still with me.” He started off, his expression turned into a sullen one.

“I know my career didn’t really start off stable and it’s just so competitive, too. I really appreciate you for sticking with me through ups and downs of my life, fuck, you even helped me pay for this studio. I’m grateful for you because if it was anyone else, I don’t know if they’d stick around longer than you.” Shuji’s sudden confession took you by surprise, he was never really one to be sappy and openly confess his feelings like this.

It made your heart ache thinking that Shuji thought other women would leave him for his unstable career path, his career definitely didn’t define him as a person. He had so much love to give you and that’s all that mattered, you were there with every up and down of his life because he deserved to experience it with someone he loves.

He had let you know countless times how stupid he felt for choosing such a career that didn’t exactly guarantee the future he wanted. Shuji was scared of the fact that he might not be able to provide enough for your future but you’ve reassured him countless times that you two were going to get through this together.

“God, Shuji, you know I don’t only see you for your career. I helped you pay for this studio because I saw how passionate you are with your work and I know people will soon appreciate that, and I will be there with you when that happens. I will be there cheering you on when that gallery exhibition you’ve been dreaming about finally comes to you.” You cupped his face, giving him a smile that calmed his heart down.

Shuji deserved everything in the world and you wanted to let him know that. He had been dreaming about wanting to host an exhibition to showcase his works as far as you could remember. You remember him telling you about it, a hopeful glint in his honey coloured eyes that made you want to follow him to the edge of the world.

If you could, you would pay to see his hard work finally paying off.

Shuji remembered this day. This was the day he asked you to be his subject for the photographs he was going to put up on his website. He also remembered how you reassured him that you were going to be there with every step of the way.

How ironic, he thought.

If only you knew back then that your words basically contradicted the situation now. Now, he was all alone, you weren’t by his side anymore. You didn’t cheer him on anymore, even after being sought out by many famous models and companies because of his excellent work.

Is this what it felt like to be alone at the top?

Being surrounded by so many people that absolutely adored his work but the one person that he did it all for didn’t even care anymore. The one person he strived to work hard for was gone.

Now that he finally had his work recognized, where were you?

Shuji let out a heavy sigh, propping his elbows on his desk and burying his face into his hands. It’s already been a year since you two broke up but why was he still this broken? Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of you and how he would never be able to feel your warm touch again, how he would never see your pretty face first thing in the morning and how he would never look forward to tomorrow because you weren’t there anymore.

The thought of you not being by his side broke him. He wanted to grasp something that he couldn’t.

Were you doing well these days? Do you still think about him? Questions ran through his mind. But the most important one of them all caused a tear to run down his face, have you already found someone else? Someone who loves you more than he does?

You probably did. You were a gem and he was sure no man would be able to resist you. On the other hand, he was all alone, still expecting you to come by his studio and wrap your hands around him. Shuji was still hoping for something that he knew was completely foolish and impossible.

But it never harmed anyone to dream.

He was about to exit the folder of photos until he caught a glimpse of a certain set of photos at the bottom row. He scrolled down to see the entirety of the collection, eyes widening at it. He sucked in a sharp breath before clicking on one of them, the application enlarging it which showed rather interesting poses of you in a racy lingerie.

His eyes darted everywhere. Fuck, you looked so sexy. You were lying on your front, chest rested and arms crossed on top of the arm rest of your sofa, feet kicked up, sporting black stilettos and back sexily arched while looking straight at the camera with a sultry expression.

You deliciously filled out the black lingerie you were wearing, the way it hugged your body in all the right ways caused Shuji to swallow thickly. This was the day he wanted to try something new, not just portraits, not just fashion photography, something more fun. Of course he’d only try it with you, and only you.

This photo was sometime around last year, a couple of months before you two broke up.

“A what?” you almost spat your morning coffee out. “A boudoir shoot. It would be fun!” Shuji took a sip out of his mug, throwing you a sly look while wiggling his brows. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah, for you, pervert.” you chuckled.

“I don’t sense any disagreement though.” “You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll say yes.”

“Oh good, cause I already know what you’re going to wear.” Shuji gave you a smirk before jumping up from his chair and practically sprinting to your shared bedroom, your eyes trailing him, confusion seeping in.

Shortly after, he came back out with a medium-sized white box and a distinct black bow tied around to seal it. Shuji carefully set the box next to your coffee and looked at you with expectant eyes, a saccharine smile forming on his pink lips, “Open it.”

You didn’t bother asking him what was inside because you knew he’s stubborn and would rather want you to find out by opening the box, you reached for one end of the black bow and pulled on it to untie it and placed your hands on the lid of the box and took it off, revealing the contents of it.

Amongst the white tissue paper, there lay a black lace lingerie set that you knew was barely going to cover anything. From the looks of it, it was a halter-bra that sported a very generous opening right in the middle of it, which would gloriously expose even more skin of the wearer. The set also came with matching panties and a suspender belt—which consisted of a small white bow in the middle of the garter—with opaque black thigh high socks.

Of course you weren’t new to these types of clothing and owned some yourself but this was completely different. It was sexy, very sexy. You don’t even know if you could pull the whole look off but the gaze Shuji was giving reassured you that it would compliment your body just fine, splendidly, even.

Shuji didn’t even give you enough time to examine the intricateness of its design before eagerly pushing you into the bathroom of your shared bedroom to try it on while he got his equipment ready.

It took you quite a while to put on the halter-bra due to the large opening right at the centre but you managed to put the set together without ripping the delicate fabric. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the opening right on the middle of the bra was bigger than expected and exposed your inner breast area. The lacy panties barely covered anything and you weren’t going to lie, you liked the way it complimented your ass.

The suspender belt along with the opaque thigh high socks were the selling point and probably the reason why Shuji had picked this set without any hesitation. You knew Shuji was a sucker for the way thigh high socks tightly wrapped around your upper thigh, it did things to him to the extent where during your intimate times, he would leave them on, if you were wearing one.

You opened the bathroom door and poked your head out to see Shuji patiently waiting on your bed, equipment already in place. He was going all out for your boudoir shots, he even had his old reflectors set up and pointed at the bed—where you would be posing, you guessed—Shuji noticed you and stood up, eagerly telling you to show him how it looks.

Your palm instinctively covered the exposed area on your chest as you stepped out, you weren’t insecure about anything since Shuji had seen your body in its entirety but you were rather shy since it had been a while since you wore a lingerie set.

The tall man in front of you sucked in a sharp breath as he took your whole body in. He was at a loss for words, you were fucking beautiful. It looked like it was made for you with how well it hugged your body, he swore he felt himself getting hard by just the sight of you.

“Baby, you look so beautiful.” He gaped, softly tugging away the hand that covered your chest, Shuji leaned down and kissed at your exposed skin, earning a small sigh of content and making you shiver. “Shouldn’t we start the shoot first before doing anything? Or have you changed your mind?” You chuckled, slightly pushing him away by the chest, a teasing look on your face.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He breathed out, running a hand through his hair.

“Get on the bed for me and lie down with your head resting near the foot of the bed and cross one knee over the other—yeah, just like that. Try to place one arm near your head and give me a sultry expression.” Shuji instructed and you closely followed his instructions.

Your boyfriend shuffled around the bed, fixing your hair and the sheets to maximise the outcome of the photo.

You managed to pose several times on the bed, eventually incorporating black stilettos as well to amplify the sexy look. One of Shuji’s favourite shots were of you lying on your stomach, an elbow propped on the mattress and chin resting on your palm as you gave him a sultry look. Your feet were kicked up in the air and the black panty hooked on one heel of the stiletto. It was truly a sight.

The bed wasn’t the only location Shuji took photographs of you in, you two basically explored the whole apartment. From sexily posing on the couch to pressing your body against the wet walls of the shower and with every click of the shutter, Shuji grew harder.

He couldn’t help but admire the way your body seductively posed in different ways, the way your back arched the same way it would while he was fucking you. Fuck, he couldn’t help his dirty thoughts.

There was no hiding the fact that Shuji had a painful tent evident in his pants, you also saw the way his gaze changed as the shoot progressed further, his honey eyes that were once filled with enthusiasm now clouded with lust. His breathing also became shallow and he gripped his camera a little harder each time he had to move around to take photos as his hard cock would painfully rub against his clothing.

“Do you need help with that?” You smirked, looking down at the tent in his pants before meeting his lustful gaze. “Fucking hell, come here.” Shuji loudly set the heavy camera on the sink before pulling you into him and roughly kissing you against the counter of the sink.

His kisses were rough and desperate, just how you liked them. Shuji didn’t hesitate running his big hands all over your exposed body, from your hips to your waist and even up to your chest. He settled for your chest, massaging your breasts over the lacy fabric of the lingerie which earned a small whine from you.

The parting of your plump lips allowed Shuji to slip in his hot tongue, exploring the inside of your mouth and causing you to moan. “Fuck, can I rip this off already?” He whispered against your lips, fingers hooking on either side of the opening of the halter-bra.

He didn’t even give you any time to protest before completely ripping it apart. The bra now loosely sat on your chest and revealed your breasts as the ripped fabric rested on either side of your chest. Your boyfriend leaned down and sucked on the valley of your breasts while massaging each mound with a hand.

Shuji’s hands were big enough to encase the entirety of your breasts which made them easier to massage, it also felt a hundred times better due to the fact that he was able to squeeze and play with your breasts all in one go as it fit perfectly against his hands.

Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging at them as he sucked on your nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud, causing you to become even more sensitive to his touch, Shuji also slipped his hand underneath your breast and pushed it up to shove more flesh in his mouth, earning a loud moan as you threw your head back.

He groaned against your skin at the feeling of your hands roughly tugging at his hair, he made his way back up to your neck and peppered it with kisses and bruises, his mouth alternating between sucking, biting and kissing at the sensitive skin.

You pressed your hands on his chest and slightly pushed him away to break the kiss, you dropped down to your knees and reached for his pants, fingers hooking around the garter of his joggers and pulling it down to reveal his hard cock straining against his black underwear. 

There was already an evident wet patch where his tip was as you palmed him through the piece of clothing, Shuji’s knees almost buckled at this and practically had to rest both his hands on the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you between him and the sink.

He hissed as you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock finally springing free from its confines. You gaped at his length, it was standing proudly and had an evident vein that ran down on one side—a vein that you often liked to trace with your tongue—and his tip an angry red with precum, waiting to be sucked on.

You trailed kisses along the vein that ran on the side of his cock, earning a desperate groan from Shuji, he gripped the edge of the counter a little tighter, knuckles whitening as you massaged his balls while peppering kisses all over his length. He loved it so much when you did that but it made him more desperate for your touch, more desperate for your mouth.

“Fuck, princess, just suck me off already.” he whined, one hand leaving the counter and down to your face, brushing out strands of loose hair that covered your face before resting against your cheek, thumb tenderly caressing your skin. You looked up at him and met his heavy-lidded gold eyes that were full of desperation, Shuji lifted up his shirt, biting at the seam so it wouldn’t get in the way.

God, you looked so pretty looking up at him like that, leaning into his palm while you kissed up his dick, hands still massaging his heavy balls. Shuji swore he could cum from this erotic sight alone. If only he could take a picture of you right now so he could savour this moment forever but he was too focused on the way your mouth moved against his dick to reach over the sink and grab his camera.

Shuji threw his head back with a loud groan as you finally put his tip inside your mouth and sucked on it hard, stiff tongue running up and down his precum-filled slit. He tasted salty but you didn’t care, you were used to it anyway.

Both his hands flew to your hair as you took his length into your mouth, inch by inch, his hips desperately bucking into your mouth and hands pulling at your strands, “Ah! Fuck, baby, that’s it—mhm! Take all of me like the champ you are.” Shuji groaned as he completely bottomed out the fabric of his shirt falling from his mouth, your nose made contact with his pubic bone along with his balls that sat against your chin.

Shuji was so fucking deep that you had to grip onto his thighs to ground yourself, “Breathe through your nose baby, I won’t go easy on you.” he whined at the way your mouth felt so hot against his dick. He slowly pulled out, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping the side of your head before thrusting back in, setting slow deep thrusts into your mouth.

Soon, his thrusts sped up, hips desperately bucking into your face while his heavy balls slapped against your chin, Shuji couldn’t help but harshly grip and tug your hair from the pleasure that engulfed his tall body. He was so vocal. His mouth hung open and eyes tightly shut, endless profanities and pornographic moans rolling out of his mouth.

You could only sit there and take what he was giving you, all of it while you held his shirt up against his stomach. Endless tears rolling down your cheeks due to how deep he was going and jaw hurting at this size but you behaved like the good girl you were and tried your best to bring Shuji closer to his high by hollowing your cheeks. This made your mouth grip him tighter, earning a strained groan from him.

All kinds of dirty sounds could be heard throughout the apartment, from Shuji’s dirty talking and endless moans to the wet sounds of your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you.

You knew Shuji was nearing his climax with the way his deep groans turned into frequent light and airy breaths that ended in small whines, chest heaving with every breath that escaped past his lips.

“Ngh—ah! I’m cumming, doll! Take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are—ah!” Shuji threw his head back, letting out a loud erotic moan and buried his dick deep inside your mouth and spurts of his thick cum ran down your throat. You rode out his orgasm by massaging his balls, squeezing and tugging at them, just how he liked it.

Shuji whined as he pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up and tasting him against your tongue. “Fuck, I love you so much.” he panted against your lips as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

He exited the application before he ventured any further into your boudoir shots, he felt like he wasn’t allowed to view them anymore since you two were no longer together. Shuji let out another heavy sigh and leaned back into his chair, briefly looking up at the ceiling of his studio, before completely logging off and turning off his computer. He quickly packed up his things and closed up for the day.

He had a big day tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day that he was hosting an exhibit to showcase his work in a gallery, the day he’s been dreaming about for as long as he could remember. Normally, he would be ecstatic and over the moon about his first exhibit but there was a missing piece in his chest and he knew you weren’t going to be there to cheer him on tomorrow.

No one was going to be reaching for his hand whenever he was hit with a wave of anxiety anymore.

—

The gallery was busy. The exhibit was open for the public eye, so many journalists and people that admired Shuji’s photography didn’t miss the opportunity to view the showcase of his work.

Each wall was plastered with different collections of photos he had taken throughout the years, accompanied with a little blurb at the bottom of the photograph to explain and give viewers a little insight about the certain picture.

Shuji walked through the gallery, people greeting and congratulating him on the success of his first exhibition, he tried his best to give out genuine smiles and ‘thank you’s’ but he couldn’t help but think back to the day where you told him you were going to be there cheering him on when the day he holds an exhibition finally comes.

The day finally came but where were you?

He stopped in front of a particular photograph, he couldn’t help but add the black and white portrait photo of you, the one where you had the most genuine expression, the one where you said you only had those expressions because he was the one behind the camera. The blurb under this photo was sweet and short, ‘My Muse.’

“You said you’d be here to cheer me on.” Shuji whispered to himself, scoffing as he looked up at your picture. A woman stood next to him as well, keenly viewing the photograph, a bit embarrassed for being caught talking to himself, he was about to silently walk away until the woman beside him spoke up.

“And I am. I never broke my promise.”

Shuji whipped his head to the woman next to him. It was you, his muse. His heart raced as his eyes darted across your features, the features that he had grown to love so much. He was at a loss for words, suddenly everyone else in the room disappeared and he only saw you, his ears tuning out every single sound that didn’t come from you.

Were you actually here? He wasn’t hallucinating, right?

He took your appearance in, all of it. Your hair was now shorter than he remembered and it was styled very differently from the way you wore it in the photograph on the wall and his heart sank, realising that the person he held onto in his memories and photographs no longer existed.

You looked so different now.

But you still had that genuine expression on your face as you met his gaze, this time you weren’t in front of the lens and he wasn’t behind the camera anymore. It was just the two of you, face to face and nothing in between. “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right?” You gave him a small smile before walking away, he wanted to run after you, take your hand in his and never let you go but he stood grounded in his spot.

Unmoving and unsure what to do.

Tears welled up in his eyes, his vision becoming a blur as he stared at your figure walking away from him for good, for the second time in his life. God, he has never hated seeing your back so much until now, he hated how you walked away and never even turned once to look at him.

It was so unfair. You were so unfair, how did you think that suddenly coming into his life again was going to do him any good? Shuji was back to square one, his heart ached and yearned for you more than ever.

It didn’t matter to Shuji anymore that you never broke your promise because you did something worse, you broke his heart.

© mitsuyeaah

[drabbles-mc]

Collateral Damage

Angel Reyes x GN!Reader

For Day 16 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: guilt / shock / "I'm so sorry"

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, blood/injury, hospitals

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Angel was overdue for a good whumping. Love this for him. 😌

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Moving into the new house with Angel was supposed to be something reminiscent of a fresh start. It was still Santo Padre, still the border, but it was a place that was going to be something that was just for the two of you. You were thrilled to leave your tiny apartment behind, and Angel didn’t seem too upset about ditching the glorified bachelor pad that he’d been living in for the last few years. It was supposed to be something new, something good.

The two of you hadn’t even gotten all of the boxes unpacked yet before someone came after Angel, but ended up giving you the scare of your life instead.

In the back of your mind, you knew that that was part of the risk. Being with him was always going to have lingering dangers. That was the price of him being an outlaw. Intellectually, you knew that. When the threat wasn’t right in front of you with a gun pointed at your chest, it was easy to say that you were willing to accept that type of responsibility, that you were cut out for being part of the life that he’d chosen. But when he’d gotten home a few hours later to find you curled up on the floor behind the couch, still crying, still shaking, it became apparent to both of you that maybe you should stop and take a beat to reconsider it all.

You weren’t quite sure if you were refusing to leave because you couldn’t handle that kind of change after what had happened to you, or if you were really trying to rally and prove to yourself, prove to Angel, that you weren’t going to quit on what the two of you had. Your reasons for staying changed depending on the day, and how hard it was to get yourself out of bed in the morning.

The two weeks following the incident, you saw Angel more than you had in months. It was admirable, the way that he was pulling out all the stops. He was home as much as he could be, and when he couldn’t be he always made sure to check in on you, calling and texting almost as much as he had when the two of you first started seeing each other. All it took was a break-in and someone threatening to kill you.

Days came and went without incident. There hadn’t been so much as a sketchy vehicle even driving by the house, let alone someone stopping and bursting into it like they had before. If you hadn’t already known better, you almost would’ve thought that what had happened was an isolated incident. But you’d seen the kutte on the man’s shoulders. You knew that whatever it was, wasn’t over.

You were still working through your first cup of coffee, cross-legged on your bed with your computer in your lap, when you saw Angel materialize in the doorway. You’d been observant before, but now that you found yourself on-edge most of the time, hardly anything got past you. You didn’t take your eyes off the screen in front of you, not wanting to look over and see the same look of pity in Angel’s eyes that had been there for weeks. He never seemed to be able to shake it, and considering the state that you were in, that you were still electing to work from inside the four walls of your bedroom instead of actually going to work, you supposed that you couldn’t blame him. It didn’t mean that you wanted to be faced with it all the time, though.

“Hey,” he spoke up, hoping it would make you face him.

Something about his tone made your stomach knot. Still, you looked over at him. “Yea?”

“Got a sec?”

You saw the way that he shifted uneasily on the balls of his feet, trying to decide if he was going to lean against the doorframe or not. It made you shift nervously as well. Setting your laptop to the side, you nodded. “What’s up?”

Stepping through the doorway, he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat close enough to you so that he could reach out and toy with the loose strings of the comforter right next to your legs. He kept his eyes trained on the stitching as he tried to pull together what it was that he wanted to say.

“It’s about the club.”

A knot immediately formed in the back of your throat. No matter how hard you tried to keep a neutral expression, you knew that you weren’t going to succeed. You gave one slow nod. “Okay. What’s…what’s going on?”

Angel let out a small sigh, head tilting back as he looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at you again. “Got a run coming up. Bish said that he needs me on this one.”

You knew that it was only a matter of time before he would have to actually leave to do things with the club again. Running with the MC wasn’t exactly the kind of job that he could do from home, no matter how badly you wanted him to stay with you as much as possible. Still, the thought of him being gone for a few nights made your hands start to shake.

“How long?” you asked, hating how weak your voice sounded.

It hurt him to look at you, how scared you were when he hadn’t even left yet. “Couple days. Not…not long.”

You nodded. There was no point in starting an argument about it—it wasn’t going to change anything. Realistically you knew that you were going to have to get used to being alone again. Angel was your partner, not your babysitter. The nervous heat creeping up your neck was telling you that you weren’t ready yet, but you knew that if you told Angel that all it would do was make him feel guilty. It wouldn’t make circumstances anything other than what they were.

“Okay,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

His lips curled down into a frown. He knew that it wasn’t okay—that was half the reason that he didn’t want to tell you about it. But he also knew that trying to hide it from you was only going to put off the inevitable for a few days. There was no getting away from it.

“I’ll make sure EZ stops by.”

It was an attempt to reassure you, one that you appreciated. And for as much as you loved EZ, you and Angel both knew that it wasn’t going to be the same. Even if EZ camped out on your couch for the entire time Angel was gone, it wasn’t really going to make you feel any more at ease.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, trying to smile and lighten the mood. “He’s a prospect—gotta keep him busy with something when we leave his ass behind.”

It got a tiny chuckle out of you. “Right.”

The silence that followed brought the heavy feeling back over the two of you full-force. Angel shook his head, more at himself than you. “I’m sorry.”

You sniffled, trying to pull yourself together in hopes of alleviating some of the guilt. “I’ll…I’ll be fine, Angel. Really.”

He knew you were lying, to him and to yourself. Reaching out, he rested his hand over yours, interlocking your fingers together. “It’s been quiet since all that shit went down, right?” He paused, and when you nodded silently in agreement he continued, “And I’m only gonna be a couple days. Trust me, I don’t wanna spend any more fuckin’ time in Yuma than I have to. I’ll get these motherfuckers back on the road to SanPa ASAP.” He offered a weak smile.

You tried to mirror the expression, knowing that you were coming up short on it by the look in his eyes. “You better.”

He could feel the tremor in your hand still, despite the reassurance he was desperately trying to give you. “It’s gonna be alright. Those guys…they’re not gonna come back. They’re not gonna try and hurt you again.”

That was the most that he’d spoken directly about the break-in in a long time. The two of you talked around it, alluded to it. He was never good at talking about those sorts of things head-on, not when he didn’t have a solid solution to the problem.

“Promise?” It was an unfair ask, but the word came out before you could stop it.

Angel had always been an expert at guaranteeing more than he could hope to deliver. He gave your hand a light squeeze. “I promise.”

The day that Angel left for the run came sooner than you wanted it to. If it had been a few weeks before, you would’ve gone to the clubhouse with him to see him off, to tell the rest of the guys to be safe and to take care of themselves. You would’ve been joking with them about not having enough bail money to get all of them out of fail so they needed to be careful. This time, though, you simply stood on your front step as Angel shouldered his duffle bag. Neither of you looked like you wanted to go through with what was about to happen.

“EZ’ll be by in a bit, alright?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“You can make him stay if you want. He’s got nothin’ better to do. Promise,” he tried to joke.

You managed a smile that was a little more convincing than usual. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Cupping the side of your face, he pulled you in for a kiss. “I love you.”

You wished that you could stay right there in that moment forever. It’d make life so much simpler if you could. “I love you too.”

Usually Angel would pepper you with a million promises to call and text that he undoubtedly would never keep. He would tell you that he’d be back before you even started to miss him, which was never true. But there was none of that this time. The weight that was slung across both your shoulders, something that the two of you were each forced to carry against your will, snuffed out all of the banter-filled rituals of saying goodbye. You wished that it didn’t.

“I’ll let you know when we get there,” he said, and for once you almost believed him.

“Be safe,” you said with a small nod.

He kissed you again. “We’ll be good.” One more kiss. “Both of us.”

You could’ve dragged out saying goodbye on that front step for hours, could’ve made him miss the window to leave with the rest of the club. Hell, part of you wanted to do just that. You couldn’t quite force it, though. Much sooner than you wanted, he was heading off towards his bike, one long stride after another taking him farther and farther away from you.

True to Angel’s word, EZ showed up hardly an hour after Angel had left. You hadn’t seen EZ since he’d come over to help clean up some of the mess left behind by the break-in. You had no clue what Angel had said to him about any of it, what he’d said to any of the men in the club about any of it. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Out of the two Reyes Brothers, EZ was the one who had been gifted with a convincing poker face. You had no idea what he was really thinking or feeling about you, about the entire situation. He kept it light, pleasant. He hung around long enough to eat, long enough to give a mild sense of security and that he had fulfilled his duty for the evening.

“Want me to stay?” he asked as he sat at your dining room table. “I brought my stuff.”

It was tempting. You really did want him to stay. You didn’t want to admit that, though. If you set the precedent now that you were always going to need someone to stay with you, when was it ever going to stop?

You studied his face for a moment. You wondered if you would get a different answer to your questions from EZ than you did from Angel. EZ wouldn’t feel as obligated to placate you, to protect you from the monsters under the bed and outside the windows. If you asked him for his honest opinion, you wondered if he would actually give it.

“You think you need to stay?” you asked tentatively.

He didn’t miss a beat. “If you want me to, I will.”

You shook your head. “No, I mean,” you huffed, staring down at the floor for a moment, “do you think that something is gonna happen if you don’t?”

“Those guys want Angel, the club. Not you.” He watched the shift in your expression for a moment before saying, “I’ll stay if—”

“No,” you cut him off, your voice still uncertain in the gesture. “I’ll be fine. I’ll…I’ll call you if I need anything.”

He gave you a nod, his movements easy. He had such an air of certainty around him that neither you or Angel had had in weeks. There was something reassuring about it, even if he was only able to be so confident because he hadn’t been living in the mess the same way that you had. He could handle it all in small doses just fine and not crack, while Angel had to be steeped in it with no break.

Standing up, he started to walk towards the door, grabbing his bag along the way. You followed him, intent on saying goodbye but more importantly doing the locks behind him once he left. He pulled you into a hug when he reached the door, promising you that his phone would be on and close by if you needed anything from him, if you changed your mind. You believed him. You believed most things that he said in a way you didn’t with most of the other men from the club.

You watched from the window until his bike was well down the street. Pulling the curtains closed, you started to set about cleaning up. There wasn’t much to do, but any little task to help keep you busy until you were tired enough to at least attempt to get some sleep was better than nothing.

The sound of screeching tires had barely hit your ears when bullets started flying through the windows and from wall of your house. You screamed, instantly dropping to the floor. Trying your best to stay as low as possible, you made your way back towards the very same couch you’d hid behind before. It wasn’t the best buffer, but it was the only one that was close to you at the moment.

Your hands were clamped down over your ears, knees pulled to your chest and eyes shut tight. The gunfire was fast, incessant. You had no idea how long it had really been going on for, but it felt like an eternity. The guns were going to have to run out of ammo eventually, right?

Then they finally did. The silence felt manufactured, like someone had made a call on a set and they were about to yell action to kick it all off again. You didn’t know if you should get up and try to go out the back of the house, or if you should stay put in case they all opened fire again. The right choice didn’t matter much since you didn’t think that you were going to be able to get your legs to move.

You eventually managed to pry your eyes open. You still felt like you couldn’t quite pull in a proper breath, but at least you could see now. Although, the mess you were surrounded by wasn’t a particularly comforting sight to open your eyes to. You took a quick scan, moreso just to make sure that people hadn’t also entered the house along with the bullets. It all happened over the span of just a few seconds but it felt like so much longer.

It'd been quiet for just long enough to make you think that someone was either about to barge into the house, or they were going to drive off. You were about to try and force your legs to hoist you up when you heard more gunfire. It was different than what you’d heard before. Singular shots, longer breaks between. But it went from just a few to the sounds of an actual exchange and you felt yourself freeze up again.

There was the sound of a few loud thuds against your front door and you couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out of you. You clamped your hand over your own mouth, trying to stifle the sounds, not that it would do you much good. A few more thuds and suddenly you heard the cracking of the door frame breaking, followed by heavy footsteps.

You were crying now, not even attempting to quiet the sound. Your body was shaking more than you thought it was capable of, heart pounding so hard in your chest you thought for sure it was going to crack one of your ribs. The footsteps kept getting closer and you wished that you had it in you to get up and run, but you couldn’t. The floor may as well have been pulling you down.

Then you heard it, the sound of your name. It was quiet, but intense. It took a few seconds for you to realize that it was EZ who was saying it. He must not have gotten so far away that he didn’t hear the gunfire.

Suddenly he was crouching down in front of you, blood splattered across his clothes. “Let’s get you out of here.” You watched him as he looked you over, his expression steady as ever. “Can you walk?”

“When the panic subsides enough to let me stand,” you thought. You couldn’t get the words out, though, so instead you just nodded. Reaching for EZ, you grabbed onto his shoulder in an attempt to use him as a means to push you up onto your feet. Your fingers dug into the leather of his kutte, arm and shoulder tensing in preparation for the lift, but then you didn’t move. Nothing happened.

Instead of looking at yourself, you looked at EZ. He always had answers. When you took in the look on his face, your heart started to speed up all over again. The frown he had on hadn’t been there earlier. Whatever the situation was now, it must’ve been worse.

He could see that you were about to look at the state of yourself and he spoke up, distracting you as he slid his arm around you to help you to your feet. “You’re good,” he said, a convincing lie. “You’re good. C’mon.”

He got his feet underneath himself enough to help you to your feet. Once you were upright, you were so distracted by the disheveled state of your house that you hardly noticed the way that he was practically dragging you towards the front door. He was shouldering more of your weight than you were, but you couldn’t even feel it happening.

Despite all of the chaos and destruction and mess, your car keys were still somehow resting on the table just inside the front door. EZ swiped them on the way out, knowing that there was no chance in hell that you would be able to get on the bike.

As he maneuvered you down the front steps and towards the car, that was when you saw the destruction that was outside, too. You felt your stomach tighten, feeling dizzy at the sight of the blood and the shot-out car windows. EZ was talking to you, attempting to distract you from the carnage that he’d created in the process of getting to you, but it was too late.

“EZ,” you didn’t even recognize your own voice as you repeated his name over and over, unable to get any other words out, “EZ. E…EZ.” Despite his best efforts you almost sank to the ground anyway. “Oh my god.”

“Look at me,” he kept his voice level, calm. He pulled the passenger door of the car open, sliding the seat back with no grace at all before going to help get you into the seat. “Just look at me.”

You tried. You tried to focus on him, on the way he needed you to move so that you could get into the seat of the car so that he could get the two of you out. But your eyes kept straying back to the mess.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, EZ was in the driver’s seat, slamming the keys into the ignition of the car. You were finally able to watch what he was doing. “Where,” you swallowed hard, “where are we going?”

You assumed he was going to take you to the clubhouse, maybe to Felipe’s—somewhere that you’d be safe while he cleaned up the mess. He didn’t say anything at first, one hand reaching and gripping onto the headrest of your seat as he looked over his shoulder to reverse out of your driveway.

The longer he went without answering your question, the harder you stared at him. A million scathing comments and a thousand other questions were racing through your head as you stared at him, but for some reason you couldn’t seem to force any of them out. You were trying to get yourself to take a couple deep breaths, thinking that if you got your breathing under control, the words would come.

Leaning back in the seat, you rested your hands in your lap as you started to shut your eyes. It was only a couple seconds after you closed them when you heard EZ saying your name again, this time with a little more of an edge to his voice.

Prying your eyes open, you looked over at him. Picking your hand up off your lap, you went to rub the side of your face when you saw that your skin was covered in red. Confusion washed over you for a moment as you stared at your hand, like your brain was willfully not connecting the dots. You could see EZ in your peripheral, looking back and forth between you and the road as he waited for the fallout.

“Where are we going?” you repeated your question from earlier.

He knew that there was no more avoiding it, no more letting you have your denial. “Hospital.”

You felt your brain trying to rouse you into a panic, but you just couldn’t seem to do it. Your heart sped up but you couldn’t make yourself move any quicker. Even if you could, there wasn’t really anywhere that you could go.

“You’re okay,” he said, trying to reassure you despite the evidence stacking up proving just the opposite.

Your eyes widened. “Angel.”

“He’s already on his way back.” He looked at you for a moment, and when he saw the look on your face he elaborated just enough. “Called him when I heard the shots.”

You forced yourself to look out the windshield, your brain caught between thinking about everything that had happened, and trying to distract yourself by thinking about literally anything else. Luckily, it wasn’t much longer until the two of you reached the hospital. EZ managed to help you get to the door, where you were met by a team of doctors and nurses who seemed more ready than you could ever hope to be. You remembered them taking you off in the wheelchair, and telling them that they couldn’t send EZ away because you needed him, but after that everything got fuzzy, and then everything went dark.

All you could see was blinding light when you came to, and for a moment, you thought that maybe you’d actually died. Heaven was a lot harder on your eyes than you thought it would be.

But then you heard the sound of a chair scraping across tile. After a couple long, hard blinks things slowly started to come back into focus. You felt someone’s hand wrap around yours, the familiar coolness of metal rings letting you know that it was Angel. Within seconds you felt his forehead pressed against yours, the feeling of his breath on your skin as he let out a sigh of relief. He squeezed your hand, the compromise for not being able to hold you.

“You’re awake,” he said it like he was reassuring himself that it was true.

You gave a small nod, your voice still not sounding like your own as you said, “You’re here.”

“EZ called—I turned right around. I’m,” he sucked in a short breath to keep himself together, “I’m so sorry.”

The apology made tears spring into your eyes. Hardly awake for a minute and all of the emotions that you’d been drowning in for weeks came flooding right back to you. Your hand trembled in his. “You said I’d be okay.”

He flinched at the statement even though you were speaking softly. He didn’t pull away, his head still resting against yours as he nodded slightly. “I know.”

“You and EZ. You both,” your voice was slowly starting to come back with each word, “you said that I would be okay. That there was nothing to worry about.”

“I didn’t think—”

“You left me,” the words came out strained, fighting with the sob that was trying to dislodge itself from your throat.

Pulling back so that he could look you in the eyes, Angel could see how tired, how broken you were. You could see the tears in his eyes as he looked at you, neither of you still the same people you were when you met those few years ago. Everything was different now. Worse, in some ways.

“I know,” he conceded with a nod. “I know I did.”

Your bottom lip was trembling as you watched him run his thumb over your knuckles. “I don’t think I can do this, Angel.”

He froze. “What?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think I can do this. I…I can’t go through this again.”

“We’re gonna handle—”

“And then what?” you cut him off, talking despite the pain that was starting to radiate throughout your body now that you were fully awake. “We wait until the next guy who has a problem with you comes and shoots our house up again?” You shook your head. “No. I, I can’t. I thought I could, but,” you shifted slightly on the bed and felt the pull of multiple bandages beneath your hospital gown, “I can’t. I’m, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, clasping your hand tighter in his as he plead, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you again. I won’t. I promise.”

The tiniest, saddest smile curled your lips. Angel Reyes, always so full of promises. “I know you think you mean that, but…” you trailed off.

“I do mean it,” his words sounded so earnest.

Despite everything that had happened, all that you’d gone through the last few weeks and the fear that had settled so deep into your bones, it was the most sure of yourself that you’d felt in a long time. It didn’t feel good, but underneath it all you knew that it felt right.

“Angel…”

He shook his head. “No, no. Don’t say it like that.”

Tears trickled out onto your cheeks. “I don’t know how else to say it.”

The sadness on his face broke your heart. You knew that on the tip of his tongue were a thousand things he wanted to say to try and make you change your mind. But you could see it in his eyes that he knew that it wasn’t going to happen. He knew that this was too much, that things had gone too far. He knew that this was it.

“I love you,” he said, lips twitching as he tried not to let his own tears escape.

You managed a soft smile. “I love you too.” That hadn’t changed.

Dragging his hand down over his mouth and his chin, he got himself together enough to ask, “Can I still stay here? With you?”

You nodded. “That’d be good.”

He nodded in return, going back to the chair that he’d been in while he was waiting for you to wake up. There was more to say, more questions to ask, but all of that could wait now. You laid in the hospital bed, staring over at Angel while he sat in a chair that looked too small for all of his height, staring right back at you.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

fem!plus size reader. wc: 794. (18)+

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | due to the fact that kinktober updates may be coming slowly, i will just repost my supernatural fics to keep you guys fed :] this one is for my sam girlies, i haven't forgotten about you my loves!

You had been acting out all day.

You would leave things around bunker, not doing what Sam asked you to do, and wearing those short shorts that especially liked.

Sometimes you liked bad, seeing as though most of the time you were a good girl, doing what Sam would ask of you just like the perfect sub you were.

Lately, Sam had been a lot angrier during hunts, and it would turn you on to no end; the way he would demand, yell, chastise, and degrade made you needy, his tone would make you squirm.

Honestly, it was Sam's dominating demeanor that attracted you to him.

On the outside, he was the nicer Winchester, the one that was willing to listen, to ask questions first and shoot later, but on the inside, he was ravenous, controlling, dark, seductive, and he needed someone to equal him out, and that was where you happened.

When he felt like things in his life were out of control, you submitted to him, allowed him to order you around and do as he command, but he was always the pleaser.

On your brattier days, he loved a challenge, and that's exactly what you were giving him now.

You awaited nightfall excitedly, because you already knew Sam had caught on, and he had given you 'The Look' to prove it.

You could barely keep still as Dean had announced that he was going to hit the hay.

You knew Sam would make you wait, that he wouldn't make a move until he was ready, he liked having you on the edge of your seat, it made play time a lot more fun.

You could barely focus on the book that you were reading, your legs crossed over one another as the occasionally pressed against your heat to relieve some of the pressure.

"(y/n)." Sam said from the table, eyes still locked on his computer screen. "When we get into the room, I want you to take those shorts off and lay over my lap, got it?" You were shaking like a leaf by the time he was done.

"Yes, sir." You both stood up, but you knew well enough that you were to stay behind him as you both made it to your shared room.

He sat down on the ledge of the bed, legs slightly spread as he watched you expectantly. You shakily unbuttoned your pants, the item of clothing sliding down your legs with a gracious thump.

"Panties, too?" You quietly asked, arms behind your back as you watched him. "Do you really need to ask, baby?" You took that as a yes. You slid those off to, but you picked them up and handed them to Sam. "Good girl." He praised, putting the garment in the front of his button up shirt.

He assisted you on sliding over his lap before laying his hands on your ass, massaging the flesh with his large hands. "And what do you think I should do with you?" It was a loaded question; you could either ask him to fuck you and he edge you, or you can just ask him what he wants you to.

"I think you should spank me, sir." He let out a condescending chuckle. "Alright, how many?" He asked darkly, his massaging getting a bit rougher causing you to pant. "Twenty?" His right hand then began to caress your hair.

"Now, I feel like that's too many. How about fifteen?" On a bad day, twenty would have been perfectly fine, but many of your offenses today wasn't worth the even number. "Fifteen is good, sir." He laughed, but it was humorless. "Okay, sweetheart. I want you to count out-loud for every slap you receive." You gulped and nodded.

“Yes, sir."

Slap!

"One!"

Slap!

"Two!"

Slap!

"Three!"

You cried out each hit, eyes watering at the impact. You almost stopped when you reached ten, but Sam was quick to soothe the stinging flesh.

"Color?" Sam asked sweetly, gently smoothing his hand over your bottom. "Green." You breathed.

He then continued his hits until you had reached the allotted number of fifteen.

He was quick to pull you into his lap, being careful of your now sore ass as you straddled him, your arms thrown around his neck. Your tiny sniffles reached his ears, he was quick to praise you.

"It's alright, doll. You did so good, you were so good for me." He cooed, his hands now trailing up and down your back. After a moment of silence, you pulled back to look him in the eye. "Thank you." You said with a tired smile, pecking his lips innocently. "It's no problem, beautiful." You giggled before burying your face into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

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[strawberryya]

king of hearts and nerdy love

mingyu x reader

synopsis: How can valentines at the library be romantic? Was what you asked, stupidly enough, not knowing this would become the ultimate challenge for the hopeless romantic that is your boyfriend. 

word count: 5.6k

genre/contains: fluff, romance, smut, college au, mentions of food and eating, sex in a public place, unprotected sex, degradation and praise, afab!reader, gn!reader, established relationship, ft. study-buddy vernon

rating: 18+

a/n: happy valentine's y'all!! here's my addition to the svthub pink eros collab for the holiday and thank you <3 zeta <3 @multi-kpop-fanfics for reading it over <3

you can find the masterlist for the pink eros collab here!

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“Don’t worry about it, I got this,” Mingyu cockily said with a half smirk and a nod that screamed ‘overconfidence’ from miles away, and all you could do was nod with a worried expression. Valentine’s might not be the biggest holiday of the year, but it had always been a cute little day to spend together, just the two of you. However, the nowhere-near-finished essay that was due by the week’s end would wait for no one. This, of course, meant that all the days leading up to the deadline would have to be spent in the library. Sadly this also included Valentine’s.

Your pout as you had told him had disappeared and in its place was an almost frightened look on your face as you wondered what the hell Mingyu was going to do after his casual way of telling you to just relax and let him handle the supposedly most romantic day of the year. 

“Yeah? You don’t mind? Is doing something when I get home enough? I know we usually make it a bit bigger than that…” you asked again, hoping he would slip up and give you a hint of what he planned. 

“I do like spending the entire day with you, but I also know how much you need to get this essay done. Just be in your spot at the library and be a good student for the day, and I will take it from there,” he answered in a very reassuring manner. You weren’t sure you felt that reassured of anything though. 

Was he coming to the library? That wouldn’t exactly be much fun for him since all you would do was read, write, and read, and write some more. Nevertheless, you agreed, and you had done as planned. You had grabbed some breakfast on your way to the library and were already sitting comfortably with all your books and a fully charged computer in front of you at the edge of one of the tables in your favorite library on campus. 

Your study buddy Vernon was as usual in the seat across the table, headphones on and his head bobbing in rhythm to whatever he was playing on presumably rather loud noise into his ears, and with an assignment of his own that needed to be finished. By now, greeting each other was a well-rehearsed quick affair with a wave and a donut the person who got to the library last was obligated to bring. 

It was time to get this damn essay done, you told yourself as you reopened the documents and began searching the page for where you had last left off and what you were to tackle next. 

It wasn't until right around ten when Vernon rose to scurry off to the bathroom that your mind came back into focus. The ding of a message echoed loudly into your earbuds, pulling you back from your fervent writing. 

[10.07] Mingyu puppy Break time! Hope ur in the mood for something sweet :p 

He was surprisingly punctual for once, you thought briefly before you looked around to the exit of the hall you were sitting in only to catch the exact moment your boyfriend came into the large room, half running and, once he saw your face, also shouting “Hey!”, only to receive at least a dozen side eyes and a couple of annoyed glances and groans from stressed out students also sitting in the library on valentines day. Of course, if it wasn’t your puppy-like boyfriend who was running up to you in the calm of the library on this day in particular, you would probably be incredibly annoyed as well. 

However, that wasn’t the case, and your face cracked up as you saw his face plead for forgiveness while he slowed his step for a moment before he set out to get to you once again. 

“Hey,” he wheezed once he got to your area, “Hey,” you wheezed back, giggling a bit as you looked up at him where he was standing, a huge grin on his face, paired with hair that stood everywhere.

“Happy valentines,” he said in a low voice as he bent down to your level, smooching your cheek as you grinned back at him with your whole face. “I brought you snacks,” he boasted and handed over a box covered in tiny pink hearts. 

You couldn't help but gasp when you lifted the lid only to reveal a bunch of fruit, cut in perfect bite-sized hearts, and the whole thing completed with tiny pickets stuck into a couple of the strawberries and mango pieces, spelling out “Be my valentine?” 

“I’d love to,” you whispered, your voice almost failing you because of this little gesture of his. “Did you cut these out yourself?” you suddenly asked as you swung your head back up to look at Mingyu. 

“Sure did. Do you like them?” 

“I love them, thank you, baby,” you said before swallowing a berry you had just put in your mouth. You pulled a little at his jacket, making him bend down his proud face to your level so you could give him a smooch back; your lips sweet from the strawberry you had just eaten. 

When you pulled back and Mingyu rose again you saw him wave to someone behind you, and a “Hey bro,” coming from behind you. 

“Oh, you got more food?” Vernon added as he came back to his seat, eyeing the container filled with sweet fruit hearts. 

“I made them,” Mingyu quickly explained with a smug tone, “want some?” 

“What? But…” you exclaimed, shocked that he would give away some to a random friend of yours. 

“Come on, he can have a bite, you get to have all of me,” he teased, “Let Vernon have some fruit won't you.”

He was right, sadly, and you remembered all the times Vernon had shared whatever he was eating with you and you decided fighting everyone would take too much of your energy. Energy, that you would need if you were to continue writing, you reminded yourself. 

When you got your little gift back a picket with the letter ‘y’ was gone from the container along with a piece of pineapple. You tried to hide the tiny pout on your face as you watched the ‘my’ that had turned into an ‘m’. 

“These are great, thanks,” Vernon declared, halfway through eating his piece, making you reluctantly say your welcome and Mingyu become, if possible, even prouder. 

“Well, I gotta head back to my dorm, I’ll see you at lunch okay?” you heard Mingyu say from beside you, making you look up at him and nod, slightly surprised this wasn’t the end of him coming to visit you, but even more excited that you would be getting to see him at your next break time. Maybe you would be fine sharing this gift with Vernon after all…

With a peck goodbye and a “Good luck!” he was off, seemingly already late for whatever was next on his itinerary making you chuckle to yourself before you put your music back on. Let’s get back to it, you said to yourself as you forced your mind back into the zone, your hand mindlessly picking up yet another of the pretty fruits in the container next to you. 

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When lunchtime came around you had finished more of your assignment than you thought you would have, as well as all the fruit, only a couple escaping your own lips and landing in Vernon’s tummy instead. You weren’t yet hungry, but lunchtime was approaching quickly and every so often you couldn’t help but glance over at the clock atop your screen and wonder what time Mingyu meant when he said lunch. 

It was closing in on one O'clock now though, and you were starting to lose focus from having sat there for a couple of hours when you suddenly felt a tiny gust of wind flutter past you at the same time as a blurry piece of something pink flew by in your peripheral. 

A paper plane, you discovered, laying on the floor next to you. 

You looked around but saw no one that seemed to acknowledge the pink plane that had landed by your place, so you picked it up, curious as to who had sent it as well as what it might mean. 

‘Open me’ was written in squiggly letters on the top of the wings, and so you did, revealing even more of the same letters written inside of it. 

“Walk up the stairs and just past the greek mythology section (nordic mythology is too far, so turn around if you get there). There you will find a really, and I mean incredibly, handsome guy(objective opinion) and perhaps something yummy too… //Eros, God of love and everything pink <3”

You chuckled as you read it and looked at the dozens of little wonky hearts and arrows surrounding the message. This was very clearly sent from the one and only Kim Mingyu, you thought, trying to keep the grin that was creeping onto your face from becoming visible, but it was no use. You were smiling like a fool, and your tummy felt like it was filled with a hundred butterflies and so you didn’t even wait for a proper answer from Vernon when you asked if he could watch your stuff for a bit as you began sprinting towards the stairs, missing all the stares you got from the sudden bustle from you getting up. 

Of course, Vernon already had a burrito bowl that he had gotten a while ago while you watched his stuff and just nodded as you scurried off to whatever you had to do and he moved on. 

You powerwalked past the many shelves filled from floor to ceiling with books on every imaginable subject until you got to the far end of the third floor of the library where the books on religion and mythology were all collected together. There, just as the “gods” had promised you, was an incredibly handsome guy waiting for you, leaning against one of the shelves with a smug little grin on his face that told you that he definitely had something in store for you. 

With a tiny shriek, you flung yourself into his arms, happy for the break and that his strong statue was able to catch you without stumbling over too much as you wrapped your arms tightly around him, his laugh vibrating through your body as he chuckled at your excitement. 

“Come on, I’ve got something to show you,” he said with a flick of his head. You followed him back between the aisles until you reached the very corner of the floor. 

When you saw the surprise you couldn’t help but gasp and put your hand up to your mouth so as to not scream in joy and excitement over the perfect little romantic picnic that was splayed out on a pink blanket on the library floor. 

Fruit cut just like before, in tiny little hearts in a similar container as before, pasta with your favorite sauce, bread, grapes, and even some tiny mini cupcakes perfected with pink frosting and heart sprinkles. You were stunned into silence as you watched the setup. Mingyu chuckled beside you before he bent down to pick up a bouquet of at least a dozen roses from the blanket. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you tried to hold back the happy tears that wanted to escape your eyes. It was all so, perfect. 

“How did you set all this up? When did you have time to-” 

When you looked at Mingyu he was all sunshine and smiles as he watched your reaction. “That’s for me to know and for you to not think about, because right now all you need to do is accept these flowers and have valentines lunch with me.” 

His tone was that of an order but also so very sweet you couldn’t help but smile back at him with your entire face before nodding and accepting the flowers. “That sounds wonderful Gyu…” 

The entire lunch you ate the freaking amazing food your boyfriend had made, laughed at his bad little jokes and flirty comments whenever you ate a strawberry, and not a single time did you think about the work you still had to finish. 

“If you’re gonna eat the strawberries like that I’m gonna have to retaliate,” Mingyu threatened when you once again ate half of a strawberry while wrapping your lips around the red fruit. 

You chuckled at his tone, “Is that a threat or a promise, huh?” you teased back at him.

He gasped, dramatically looking at you while picking up the grapes, still holding onto its vine, only to smirk before bringing the green bulbs to his mouth in a smooth motion. Holding the vine over his head while he let his tongue find hold of one of the grapes before he wrapped his lips around it and took it into his mouth he looked a lot more like Dionysus than Eros you thought for a split second before his eyes fluttered open and your gaze met his. 

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. 

“And you love me,” he added. 

You sighed. “And I love you…” you corrected yourself, earning a pleased expression from the man laying on his side in front of you. 

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When you were finally seated at your spot again, over an hour had passed since you left for your lunch break. It was, once again, time to get your shit done so you could leave the library which felt less fun to be at with every hour you forced yourself to stay. 

Mingyu coming over like this had brightened up your day a whole lot though, you realized. Your heart swelled from thinking about how much effort he had put in to make your day feel special even though you both had other things that craved your attention. 

You would have to do something to give him the same attention back later today. How, you did not yet know. But you were fairly sure you would be able to come up with at least one thing to make sure he felt as loved as he had made you feel all throughout the day. 

As you wrote, your mind began to wander further and further away from your reality. 

The way Mingyus’s lips had wrapped around those grapes earlier had actually gotten to you… Yes, you had laughed it off - but that was then. Now, your mind was replaying it. His pink lips were plush and smooth against the fruit. Not to mention how his large, warm hands had held onto your waist as he kissed you goodbye along with that damn smirk of his. 

You bit on the inside of your lip mindlessly as you stared at your screen, zoned out and mentally everywhere but in the middle of a room filled with other students and old books. In your mind, those big hands that had held your back in a sturdy grip before were already on your body again, holding you up as he filled you up like only he could. 

Too caught up in your own imagination, your legs squeezed themselves together underneath the table. The way his fingertips would dig into your flesh, hard enough to leave marks but the pain only excruciating enough to make it turn into pleasure instead, was so incredibly vivid your entire body was reacting to your thoughts. 

You felt yourself become more aroused by the minute. Your heat craving for the touch of warm fingers, a filthy mouth, or even better; your boyfriend filling you up while he kissed up and down your neck and chest. 

You didn’t even realize that almost forty minutes had passed without you writing more than a paragraph while your mind wandered off to feeling Mingyus’s touch all over your body. Shaking your head to somehow bring yourself back to your work you realized that perhaps you might kill two birds with one stone later tonight. You know exactly how he likes to be treated, and you definitely wouldn’t mind giving him a bit extra off all the things he loves when you do in bed. Maybe it wouldn’t be as sweet as all the things he had done today, but my goodness, you felt a need to give him everything and anything he wanted when you got him alone tonight.  

It was decided, you would give Mingyu the best pussy of his life tonight, and all you needed to do was stop thinking about him filling you up and get to your milestone for the day. 

However, the thoughts were relentless. Never giving you more than ten minutes at a time to think about your essay before the thought of his tongue on your skin popped into your mind, making you dizzy with need. After over an hour of this battle with your own mind, you were about to give in to your lust and leave your work for tomorrow-you to handle when a ping caught your attention. 

[16.42] Mingyu puppy Break time again, u haven’t fallen asleep yet have u?

You had not. Sleepiness was honestly one of the least worries you had right now. Additionally, Mingyus’s deep voice whispering “Hey my little genius,” next to your ear did absolutely everything but help your situation. He had managed to make your entire body shiver with the way his hot breath hit your already sensitive skin and had your mind sprinting away to all the thoughts you had been pushing away for the past hours with that simple phrase. 

You needed him. Now. 

“Mingyu-” you said, in a voice that almost came out as a whimper, shocking you to the point where you interrupted yourself out of embarrassment. Letting Mingyu instead put the little box of something down beside your computer on the table. 

“I got sweets for my sweetheart,” he declared, half embarrassed and half hoping you would love his cheesy presentation of the snack he had brought. You did, of course, you liked both the snack and the way he had presented it, even though the cheesiness level of it was off the charts. 

It didn't even matter though, because you could appreciate his adorable dorkiness some other time. Now you wanted him, and you knew he was up for helping you out whenever, wherever from past experiences. 

“I- I love them, thank you so much…” 

“Yeah? Are you working hard?” Mingyu said, peeking down at your computer, seeing the half-finished sentence you had left while you were last fighting your mind’s incessant chatter about Mingyu’s cock. 

“I am… but, uhm, I kinda need to go get a book.” 

You needed to get him away from people, you needed to get him alone so you could have him all to yourself. 

“A book? What kind of book are we looking for?” he asked, curiously and innocently while looking at the massive pile of books you already had available right next to you. 

“Just, a book, in the basement! Yeah, we need to go get it. In the basement. That’s where the book I need is. Will you go with me?” 

Your words came out stifled and incredibly awkward. Mingyu had an understandably confused look on his face. “Yeah, sure I’ll go with you… are you o-” 

“Let’s go,” you interrupted him as you grabbed his hand in yours and began making your way towards the stairs that would lead you to the lower sections of the building and eventually to the basement where the rarely used books and archives of all things rarely looked at things were. You hadn’t even checked with Vernon if it was ok for you to just up and leave like this while he was stuck with your stuff, but you presumed that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon anyways. Since you were currently running on horniness, you didn’t think much more about anything else other than finding a secluded area somewhere. 

“Why are we in such a hurry?? Are you ok for real?” Mingyu huffed out as you opened the door to one of the rooms where you had not once heard a single person have a reason to visit. 

“I’m fine, I’m just- a bit horny…” the last part was barely audible, but suddenly it seemed as though things clicked for Mingyu.  

“Oh! Yeah okay then!” he exclaimed, and as you turned in onto one of the abandoned aisles in the far-off corner of the room you had ended up in it was Mingyu who pushed you up against the shelf stacked with hundreds of old books. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he had you wrapped up inside his embrace with dark eyes looking at your lips as if he had an insatiable need to feel them the second you gave the signal. 

“Yeah? You wanna try fucking me in here?” 

“I do, I absolutely do.” 

Your hands landed in his hair, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you kissed him messily. You pressed yourself into his large body, feeling the way he had already started getting excited on the hardness meeting your lower stomach. 

“I can tell,” you giggled, mischievousness seeping through your horniness even now. 

he barely even reacted to your teasing, planting yet another dizzying kiss on your plush lips. It wasn’t long until your hands had traced their way from his hair down teh ridges of his abdomen and you somehow found yourself with your hand wrapped around his hardening dick. Mingyu groaned as you began pumping him while he sucked tiny little marks into your chest, just below the collar so you would be able to hide it later. 

“You know, you made me really happy today,” you breathlessly whispered as his mouth reattached itself to your skin. The humming sound he made in response elicited a moan from you before you continued. “I really didn’t think today could feel that special since I had to be stuck in here all day, and I know you had a busy day as well…” 

You were interrupted by your own moans as he traced his hand against your heat. 

“Liked it?”

“Love it.” 

He only chuckled at how your mind had been so thrown off its train of thought just by a small grace that he couldn’t help but kiss you properly as his hand unzipped your pants so his hand could slip easily into your underwear and give you more

“Go on… tell me what you want, tell me what you liked, tell me what you think sweetheart.”

Mindlessly you let yourself say whatever popped into your mind. “I want your fingers, I liked how you made me feel the entire day, fuck-”

At that, his fingers slipped inside your wet folds. When his fingers slipped right past your entrance, the stretch was delicious. You marveled at the fact that he knows your insides so well that he managed to immediately hit the perfect spot as he curled his fingers and used his thumb to rub tiny circles on your sensitive clit. 

“And I think,” you were gasping, trying to keep your focus on everything at once, your hands rubbing up and down his hard erection, his hands slipping in and out of you with such ease you could hear your own arousal, and his mouth and humming groans in the crook of your neck. “I think, I am absolutely in love with you.”

Mingyu pulled back with a knowing smile. It was endearing and genuine, yet so very cocky, but his thick fingers made it impossible to make any sort of retort in response to his expression. “I love you too, so, so much…” he whispered as he kissed you, swallowing those whines of pleasure you couldn’t help but let slip out. 

“I want you,” you whimpered as his thumb pressed against your clit yet again. 

“You have me…” 

“Want your cock, now,” you begged. 

This was more than he could take, more than any man should have to take ever honestly. Your breathy whines and the way your heat was already squelching around him as you begged for his cock inside you, it was all too much for him to be able to keep his composure. 

Swiftly he pulled down the fabric covering his erection, pulling himself out before he pushed your own pants and underwear out of the way for him to be able to line himself up with your aching hole. 

“Please fuck me,” you panted as you felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance. 

“Of course, baby,” Mingyu smiled softly, only barely covering the heat burning in his eyes as he saw your eyes rolling back along with his thick cock pushing its way into your tight pussy. It felt too good, you were already clamping your hand over your mouth as he began thrusting so as to not scream in pleasure. Only the faintest thought of hoping you were truly alone in the large room seeped through the pleasure that was taking over your brain completely. 

“Such a pretty little thing, taking me so well,” he couldn’t help but gasp out as your walls closed in tightly around him. 

His hands were grappling at your thighs, helping you stay upright as well as helping your legs stay open as they instinctively closed at the intense feeling of him stretching you out. You were moaning with every hard snap of his hips into you, the muffled moans now blending with the low groans Mingyu was making right into your ear and the wet sounds of his cock pumping in and out of you. 

The thoughts that had filled your head and previously distracted you were being fucked out of your mind, leaving only the pornographic sounds of your pussy leaking its juices all over your boyfriend in the quiet library aisles. 

“You’re absolutely drenched, sweetheart… You must’ve been thinking about this before I even got here, didn’t you? Such a dirty little one you are today,” he snickered breathlessly as he kissed up your jaw and down your neck. His tongue skimming across your sensitive skin and the constant knowing you can’t even make all the sounds Mingyu was currently working hard to elicit from your plush lips were driving you completely mad with lust. 

You needed to scream, but you couldn’t, so instead, you whimpered “close, so close,” as you clenched around him. The action made juices spill out of you and down your legs as Mingyu kept thrusting to get you where you needed, spreading your slick all over your legs and making the sounds of your dirty escapades echo through the entire room. 

“God, I love you,” Mingyu whispered into your ear as he sucked on that sensitive spot right below your ear. “You look so gorgeous all fucked out by my cock, loving being stretched out don’t you?”

His words had you clenching around him, walls fluttering like crazy at the low rumble that was his voice soo close to your ear. 

Your back was hitting the shelves behind you, making the books rattle in their places and if you hadn’t been way too caught up in chasing your high you might have worried about the entire place falling down like bricks of dominoes. That wasn’t something you could make yourself think about though, your high making your nerves feel electric as Mingyus’s strokes had the smooth skin of his groin rubbing against your clit and sending your mind to cloud nine instead. 

To keep yourself from howling as the wave of pleasure you had been chasing began crashing down on you, you grabbed Mingyus’s face, kissing him with such fervor there was no way he could deny that you were coming undone on his cock. 

When you started calming down from your high you let go of his lips, enough for him to gasp out what was on his own mind as yours was too fuzzy to make any coherent sentences at all. 

“So good for me, keeping quiet just like you need to, aren’t you being such a good little slut for me sweetheart?” 

You nodded, pleasure still flowing freely through your body as he kept pumping himself in and out of your heat, now slicker than ever with your cum leaking out and running down his heavy balls. “Gyu baby, please Gyu- I want your cum in me,” you whined as you began kissing down his neck in return for his previous actions. You hear him swear in the distance, the way his strokes sped up made the sound seem much further away than it was to your borderline overstimulated self. 

“I’m gonna-,” Mingyu tried before you could feel his hot cum leaking out inside of you and beginning to drip out of your now cumdrenched pussy as his hips continued to stutter from his own pleasure. 

You were still kissing his neck, licking sloppily wherever you saw fit, no longer thinking about the kind of situation you were in until you heard Mingyu’s chuckle as his large hands stroked up and down your sides until he reached the side of your cheek. Your head instinctively followed the warmth of his hand, pulling you away from where you were latched onto his neck and up to face him as he smiled lazily. 

“Is this what you needed? Yeah? Tight little pussy filled with my cum for valentines?” he snickered, knowing that you still felt high on the feeling of him filling you up so good. You smiled a dazed smile back at him, nodding and seeming incredibly pleased with yourself and the whole situation. With a hum he pecked you before he slipped out of you, and quickly pulled up your underwear and pants, leaving the cum inside you to leak out and completely soil your already slick-filled underwear. 

“Alrighty then,” Mingyu said, his entire expression letting you know he felt a bit mischievous as he fully intended to send you back to your assignment with his cum still inside of you. 

“Guy!” you almost shrieked out as you looked at his little half-smirk and glittery eyes, “I can’t just-” 

“Oh c’mon now, I thought this was what you wanted. Is it not?” he teased with the cocky raise of his eyebrow. “Dirty little ones will simply have to deal with being soaked like this until they finish their little assignment, won’t they?”

The smile he flashed you with the complementary wink had you pouting to hide the smile that fought to creep onto your face. 

“You’re evil, mister Eros,” you said before you pulled him in to place a peck on his lips. Before you knew it though, the peck turned into a lingering kiss, making your body react once again and sending your mind racing towards what you would do when you got home as both revenge and thank you for the wonderful day he had prepared. 

As you were leaving the aisles of books and heading for the staircase, Mingyu suddenly stopped for just a second, grabbing the first book he saw before continuing. You gave him an inquisitive look as he handed it to you while you walked up the stairs, before remembering that you had used the book excuse to lure him away from other living beings earlier. 

At least the effort had been made you thought, thankful to your boyfriend for at least trying to cover up what you had just done even though the first thing Vernon had remarked on when you got back was on the book he had chosen. 

“Geology? You don’t study geology, why did you- never mind…” he said, his eyes scanning the state of the both of you before adding, “You should probably fix your hair Mingyu, and your shirt is all fucked up y/n.” 

Your head snapped to your shirt, which previously had been neatly tucked in in your shirt and which was now a messed up half-tuck paired with some sort of half-assed buttoning up. Shit, you thought, before your head snapped up to look at Mingyu’s messy hair, standing in all directions after you had apparently messed that up unbeknownst to you. 

Both of you were already half panicking when you heard Vernon muttering something along with “...these dirty bastards,” under his breath as he went back in to eat the burrito he had ordered for himself as a pick-me-up while he continued on with his assignment. At this, neither of you was able to contain your laughs. The sound of you both all but falling to the floor in a fit of giggles made the few people who were still in the mostly empty room scowl at you along with some groans from the incredibly tired students. 

“Fuck this, let’s go,” you said, gasping to regain your breath from the laughter. Quickly you packed up all your stuff as Mingyu snickered behind you still. And you went, leaving the chocolate Mingyu had brought you for Vernon, as a sort of apology for wherever trauma you two had given him. 

Your plans for the evening could not wait for your assignment to be done you thought as you dragged your boyfriend and your bag out of the library to properly celebrate Valentine’s at home where you could show him just how grateful you were. 

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Surprise!

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick loves sneaking up and scaring you when you least expect it. But turn about is fair play….

Word Count: 1371

(Fic is 100% inspired by this GIF)

You loved your boyfriend, but sometimes he could be a real jerk. Lately, Rick had gotten it into his head that his new favorite thing to do was to scare you. Well, more like surprise you. He would wait until you were coming out of the bedroom or walking down the hall, then he would use his Special Force stealth training to sneak up behind you and kiss your cheek, causing you to jump nearly through the ceiling. Or he would get home early from a mission and slide his arms around your waist while you were doing dishes, resulting in more than one broken glass. Or his latest endeavor had been tapping on your car window while you were checking emails on your phone, leading to you glaring back at his delighted face.

But the final straw came when you had arrived home after a really rough day at work. Throwing your keys onto the counter, you start searching through the refrigerator for any leftovers that might have been forgotten. You found an old container of Chinese food that still looked edible, so you grabbed a fork and started walking to the bedroom.

“Welcome home, darlin’.”

You jumped a foot into the air as you lost your grip on the container of food, shrimp and noodles spilling across the floor. You glared at the relaxed, grinning form of your boyfriend splayed out on the couch with a beer in his hand.

“Damn it, Rick! How many times do I have to tell you not to scare me like that! Now what I’m I supposed to eat?”

Rick held up his hands in self-defense. “Hey, I’ve been laying here for the past twenty minutes. It’s not my fault you’re not very observant. Besides, that stuff had been in there for over a week. I did you a favor.”

“You could have at least cleared your throat or given me some sort of sign you were there. We’ve talked about this!”

“I know, but you keep giving me the perfect opportunities. How am I supposed to just pass that up?”

You crossed your arms in annoyance. “Well, how would you like it if I scared you like that?”

He chuckled as he took another sip of his beer. “You could try, but I don’t get scared. Plus, I’ve been trained too well to let you get the drop on me.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that!” Turning around in a huff, you stormed off to the bedroom with Rick’s snickering following you down the hall.

For the first few days after the challenge had been issued, Rick was extra on edge, coiled like a spring just waiting for you to try something. But you were no idiot. You knew that if you wanted even the slightest chance to scare Rick, you needed to bide your time and wait until it wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. And slowly but surely, Rick began to relax again. He was no longer peeking around corners or entering a room as if scanning for armed gunmen. But it wasn’t until three weeks later that you finally got your perfect opportunity.

Your boss had given everyone an unexpected half-day so the IT Department could install updates on the office computers. This meant that you arrived back at the apartment early, but you didn’t think much of it until you opened the door and heard the shower running. A smile slowly stretched across your lips. Rick was expecting to have the apartment to himself for at least another four hours which meant…..

You heard the shower turn off and you quickly dove behind the couch, phone at the ready. There was no way you were going to miss the opportunity to catch this on film. You listened as the bathroom door opened and Rick’s feet padded down the hallway. Just as it sounded like he was at the edge of the living room, you burst up from your hiding spot and yelled, “Boo!”

It was even better than you had hoped. Rick was wearing nothing but his multicolored towel wrapped loosely around his waist. As you popped up, he jolted wildly, arms flailing and a surprisingly high-pitched scream coming from his lips. “Ahhh!!!...... Fuck!”

At this point, you were bent over, cackling in triumph and joy. You glanced up and were happy to see a small smile on Rick’s face.

“What? You think that was funny? Well, you got me good.”

Tears streaming from your eyes, you managed to choke out, “Oh my god! I’m sending this to everyone! Wait until Harley sees it! She’ll never show you any respect ever again! And DuBois! Has your old military buddy ever heard you screech like that?”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Rick growled, but you could still see the twinkle in his eyes. He rushed over and tried to grab the phone from your hands, but you dodged, twirling just out of his reach. A wide shit-eating grin spread across your face as you hit the send button and then tossed Rick the phone. “Here you go!”

He stared dumbfounded at your phone now in his hand. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

A small ding could be heard as Rick’s phone alerted him to a new message. Picking it up off the counter where he had left it charging, he glanced at the screen and then rolled his eyes in your direction. Turning it to face you, you could see the video you had just sent him with the bold message “GOT YOU” right above it.

“We both know you were going to try to downplay the fact I actually scared you. Just say you were startled, or your instincts kicked in. So, I wanted to make sure you saw the proof because there’s no denying that! I got the drop on and scared the great Rick Flag!” You smugly crossed your arms over your chest, daring him to refute the evidence.

Rick sighed sadly. “No, you’re right, darlin’. A man’s got to know when he’s been beaten. You scared me.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s right I did. Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

“No. I understand why it bothers you. I’m sorry, and I’ll stop.”

“Thank you, babe. That’s all that I ask.”

Rick ducked his head so it hovered just a few inches above yours. “You know…. That could have been pretty dangerous. I am a highly trained soldier. If I had my gun on me, I might have seriously hurt you.”

“I thought about that, but I figured the chances of you having your gun just after coming out of the shower were very low. And it’s not like you could really hide it in that towel.” You leaned in closer to kiss him, but something stopped you. Trying to hide your smirk, you said, “Well, maybe I was wrong…. It seems like you’re packing something under there.”

Blushing slightly, Rick murmured, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He closed the distance between you as his lips crushed into yours. You ran one hand through the damp hair on the back of his head as the other hand ran along the top of the towel, right where the material met his skin. Just as your hand started to ease it lower, Rick’s work phone began to ring. He sighed annoyedly as he stepped away from you to grab it. Growling at the terrible timing, he answered, “Flag here.”

“Oh. My. God.” You could hear Harley’s voice squeaking through the phone even without it being on speaker. “I can’t believe she did it! She got you so good!.... And speaking of so good, I really like what I’m seeing here, Colonel. How ‘bout you wear just that towel on the next mission?”

Rick glared daggers at you as you shrugged sheepishly. “I might have sent it to a few other people besides just you.”

Hanging up the phone, Rick took a few steps towards you, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh, you are so dead.” You squealed as you rushed down the hall towards the bedroom, Rick close on your heels as he slammed the door behind him, his towel dropping to the floor.

[wildbornsiren]

Again | Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader

Again Synopsis: Just a drabble about Jake getting his face wet.  One shot 823 words AFAB/Female reader.  Warnings: Explicit. MINORS DNI. oral (f. receiving) female ejaculation, dirty talk.

Notes: Based of an anon request for Jake’s reaction to a squirting reader. I’m so sorry if this doesn’t scratch the itch you were looking for, but I tried.  Likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you for reading, it really means the most.    tagging in:   @writercole @evansrogerskitten @princessmisery666 because ya’lls fic sent me earlier today. 

“When do we need to be back downstairs?” Jake’s rummaging around in the mini fridge. “Javy challenged Bradshaw to a dance-off and someone needs to be there to record it.” “Am I supposed to keep you from recording, or getting in on it?” You lay back on the bed, enjoying the icy blast of the air conditioning. It was muggy and hot in the ceremony hall, and the hotel room wasn’t much better. “There’s not enough to drink in here to get me involved in that.” You can hear him open a bottle, liquid pouring into a plastic cup. “Are you staying in your whites for the reception?” He grins at you, raising the cup in your direction. “Didn’t you say something about ripping them off of me with your teeth in the elevator?” “I said a lot of things.” You roll onto your side, getting a better look at him.

Golden skin glows against the crisp white, and he carries himself differently while wearing them. Shoulders back, chest out, masculinity dripping from every pore. Fresh shaven, not a single hair out of place, the subtle hardness of his jaw, and gleam in his eye, paired with the pride of the highly decorated uniform he wore—it got you wet. You weren’t sure if you wanted to send a thank-you card to the inventor of dress whites or slap them. Another part of you was so glad they were paraded out occasionally, and this time it was for a happy celebration. “See something you like darlin?” He sets the cup down on the counter, approaching the bed. That easy grin, complete with dimples and eye crinkles beams down at you when he bumps against the mattress, and you turn over onto your back. “I do like you.” “That keeps me going. Every single day baby.” He braces over you, capturing your mouth in a slow easy kiss. One kiss turns into two, three, and you stop counting, losing your train of thought when his hands slide under your dress lifting it to your hips. “This also keeps me going,” his hands slide up between your thighs cupping the warmth between your legs. Fingers slide against the lace of your panties, teasing through the damp that had gathered. He groans against the softness of your thigh, that slow lingering touch continuing. “You get so wet for me so easily. Fucking love that.” His weight leaves your body long enough to undo the buttons of his uniform shirt, carefully hanging it on the back of the computer chair. “Jake, they’re going to notice if we’re late.” “It’s fine,” he murmurs, his warm hands returning to your body, easing your panties down. “I want to take care of my girl. Then we’ll go down and party with everyone else.” His mouth teases along your folds. “Come on baby. Let me do this for you.” He licks, dragging his tongue slowly against you. Your hands find purchase in his hair, and he nudges your legs further apart with his shoulders. Jake is on you like a man starved, licking and kissing at your pussy. His fingers rub soft circles on your hips, drawing you closer. You can feel his jaw working as his tongue slides into you. Your back arches, hands tightening ins his hair. His nose grinds against your clit as he devours you. His tongue is replaced by two fingers, expertly curling deep inside as they thrust into you. He groans softly, licking slick from your thighs. “Fuck being social, I want to watch you like this. You look so good on my fingers baby.” You laugh breathlessly, pleasure washing over you. He’s taking you higher and higher, warmth coursing through you, body on edge, trembling. Jake eases a third finger in, using the thickness to stretch you further. His name falls from your lips, and you’re coming hard as he hits that spot inside of you over and over. Tightening around his fingers, he continues to fuck them into you, coaxing moans and whimpers from you. His fingers curl again, pressing deeper, your hips rising off the bed, rocking against him. A second orgasm rages through you even as you’re whimpering and trembling from the force of the first. Everything spirals higher, tighter and you’re crying out wordlessly for him as you come again. You can feel your body clench, releasing completely and you squirt. You cover your face with your hands, panting, embarrassed at your response. “Oh baby…” he murmurs, fingers sliding from your spent pussy. You drip from his chin, the collar of his undershirt soaked. He licks his lips, bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean. “I’m going to need you to do that again.” You peek up at him from between your fingers, catching sight of that wicked grin and hungry eyes. “Again?” He nods. “I need you soak my dick.” He’s reaching for his belt buckle, and you know there’s no way you’re rejoining the party any time soon. 

[skeltnwrites]

“Insomniac” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: After falling asleep on the job as Batman’s assistant, he encourages you to stay the night at the manor. 

Word Count: 2.3K

TW: It’s suggested that the reader is smaller than Bruce

A/N: I haven’t posted fanfiction in a longggg time but this didn’t turn out half bad and I’m hyperfixating on the new Batman movie so I thought I’d share.  Enjoy!

The rumble of the motorcycle engine growing louder jostled you from the dream you were having. Your head shot up, previously pillowed on your crossed arms. You kneaded your eye sockets in an attempt to erase the drowsy haze from your brain, half noticing the tower of papers toppling off the edge of the desk. Then it clicked what was going on. 

You were in Batman’s cave, working your second week as his assistant. He’d offered you a job after witnessing the clear talent you possessed when it came to investigations. But you refused to give up your days at the GCPD, making a night shift monitoring Batman a challenge, to say the least. There was a small window in your schedule that allowed for sleep but evidently, that wasn’t cutting it for your body anymore. 

You recollect your memory of the night, preparing to spit out an excuse as to why you were already sleeping on the job, not that working double what you’re used to wasn’t forgivable enough. The last thing you recall, you were propped up on your elbow eyeing the computer monitor displaying a live feed of Bruce’s vision. After switching tabs to a map of Gotham, you suggested he take a shortcut over comms. You deduced you had nodded off a short time after directing him through dimly lit backroads. That was roughly an hour ago. While it’s possible that he hadn’t said anything during that period, given how reserved he was, it was still unlikely. Bruce gained a level of confidence you envied when he threw on the suit. He was a million times more honest and vulnerable through your headset than when looking you in the eye. Confidence radiated from him, even as you studied his every move. 

You considered claiming the battery in your comms microphone gave out or the power momentarily shut off in the basement, but Bruce was good at detecting lies. He was already hopping off his bike and marching in your direction. There was no time to craft a believable story. You palmed the top of your head to tame the mess. You snatched a pencil and started scribbling on a sticky note, to appear busy. You could feel his stare and utilized every drop of self-restraint in you to not peek in his direction. There was a hard-working facade to maintain. 

You only decided to shift your eyes up when his boots squeaked to a stop beside the wheels on your stool. He didn’t look mad, maybe irritated, but it was tough to tell with the mask. He scanned your desk and the mound of papers scattered beside your desk and then you, from the disobedient flyaways on your forehead to your shoes that were only partially on your feet. You forced your foot to still from its nervous drumming against the floor when his eyes lingered. You cringed inwardly at the thought of how unprofessional you looked. 

You were about to interrupt the unbearable scrutiny when he mumbled, “What are you doing?” 

You raised your eyebrows, tongue sitting fat in your mouth as you scoured the pits of your brain for a reply. All previous justifications for your effort or lack thereof had figured out a way to escape your mind. All thoughts, really, just decided to jump ship at the sound of Bruce’s voice. You wanted to blame this on the fact that you were in desperate need of a nap. The fact that your energy was miles past empty. But truthfully, this wasn’t the first time you’d been at a loss for words around the perplexing man. In the short period that you were acquainted with him, you could count on two hands the number of times you stared dumbly at his face, forgoing nearly all of your dignity. That’s why it surprised you when he offered you a position on his one-man team. Sure, you were good at your job but you couldn’t always offer a composed conversation to Bruce, often gaping at the way his muscles clenched beneath his disguise. 

He gestured toward the sticky note and pen tucked in your hand. 

“Oh!” You’re shouted, cheeks inflamed. “Just jotting some ideas down,” you slid your arm across the desk to shield the neon yellow note. 

He effortlessly pulled the corner out from under your skin despite the pressure you maintained. He positioned the paper in line with his eyes, then lowered them back to you. The onyx paint around them highlighted them, adding to his intimidating aura. Combined with that unreadable expression, you were ready to climb out of your skin. You were sure you’d done it this time. Internally you prepared yourself to be fired. 

He flipped the note around as if you hadn’t seen it. A collage of inky scribbles and doodles covered it. As if you hadn’t been embarrassed enough, he muttered, “Is that supposed to be a cat?” 

“It’s a raccoon!” You snatched the slip, clutching it to your chest and sinking back into the leather chair with a pout. 

He smirked, which granted was a much nicer reaction than you anticipated, but you still frowned at his teasing. He’d been nothing but nice to you, but you still managed to convince yourself he’d terminate your relationship at the slightest inconvenience you caused. 

He planted himself on the edge of the desk, grabbing the sealed vanilla file on its surface. He shuffled through, scanning to account for any actual notes you composed, which you hadn’t. “Do you take naps at the station too?” He continued to flip through the file. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I promise I’m so sorry!” You fumbled over your words, hoping he’d recognize how genuine you felt. You clasped your hands into prayer, sealed your eyes, and bowed toward him, “It’ll never happen again, I swear!” 

“Relax. You’re not in trouble.”

You optimistically lifted your eyes to connect with his. “You’re not mad?” 

He shook his head earnestly. 

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He tossed the folder back on the table and yanked on the base of his cowl. He exposed his face, smudged with tar that streaked down his cheeks in bars of sweat. Sections of his hair spiked out in unnatural paths, in a way that somehow looked more chaotic than your bedhead. You observed how his leather-clad fingers smeared the concoction of sweat, paint, dirt, and likely blood while trying to wipe his chin. 

“You’re staying tonight.”

“Bruce, I already told you, I don’t want to overstep.”

“It’s not overstepping if I’m offering.” He tugged on his glove until his hand was freed. He used it to carefully remove the contact lens from its temporary station on his pupil. Hopping off the desk, he seated the lens in its rightful home in a case, a few counters away. 

He’d proposed you stay the night nearly every night since you started, knowing you were far too exhausted to manage the journey home. Alfred even insisted you accept the guest room once or twice on your way out. Every time you declined, even though it was tempting. The rest of the manor felt so foreign and lonely and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to catch any Zs. But, they always sent you home in a cab to ensure your safe travels. Tonight, however, you really didn’t harbor the energy to argue. You were positive you could fall asleep just about anywhere so you didn’t put up any more of a fight. 

Bruce concluded his obligations in the cave while you gathered your belongings. When he joined you at the elevator entrance you thumbed the button. You followed him upstairs, through hallways with peeling wallpaper and vintage chandeliers until he finally pushed open a creaky door. When he flicked on the light, you pretended not to notice the cockroach scuttling across the wood floor. He hums, noting the lack of sheets on the mattress and the obvious layer of dust coating the furniture. 

“I didn’t realize the upkeep in this room was so inadequate.” 

“Oh, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you tried to sound convincing but secretly wished you’d declined the offer to stay. 

He shook his head, eyebrows creased at your response, “You can take my room. I’ve got work to catch up on anyway.” 

“Bruce, no! I’ll just go home. Really, it’s okay!” 

He pondered for a moment before trapping your hand in his grasp, towing you back down the hallway. A few doors down he ushered you inside a second room before you could refuse. You decided it smelled much better than the previous option mostly because it smelled like Bruce. It was his room. It matched the historical vibe the rest of the mansion gave off, donning dark wood furnishings and gaudy paintings. But it was still Bruce. With a grey hoodie slung over the desk chair, a pair of headphones charging on the nightstand, and a pile of dirty clothes poorly concealed in a corner. 

“Bruce, you really should rest. I’m not going to take your bed.” 

He frowned, gears turned in his head as he worked toward a solution. “I’ll sleep if you sleep,” is what he came up with. 

You cocked an eyebrow at the man, encouraging him to elaborate. 

“We can share.” 

You felt the heat rise to the tips of your ears as you registered what he meant. The bed was certainly big enough to accommodate two bodies but who were you to be the person he split it with? There was a select few people that knew Batman’s identity and you had somehow managed to become one of them. Now you were given the choice to share a bed with the famous vigilante who also happened to be the heir to Gotham’s most notable family. The whole situation felt incredibly alien. Like you’re just hallucinating or in the midst of a really vivid fever dream. 

“Are you sure?” He was your boss technically, even if your partnership wasn’t typical. 

He nodded, pivoting to approach his dresser. He dug through the top drawer, pulling out two t-shirts and two pairs of sweatpants. Handing you one set, he murmured, “I’m going to shower. You can change in here.” 

You seized the fabric from him and nodded. He migrated to the bathroom connected to the far wall of his room. When the trill of the shower sounded, you began to undress. The plain shirt hung loose on your frame and the pants scrunched by your ankles. A buzz erupted in the pit of your stomach as a giddy sensation overwhelmed you. 

After flipping the light switch, you mounted the raised bed, making a mental note to never forget the sheep-soft texture of the sheets. He had only two pillows, which appeared insufficient for the size of the bed. Both were a shade darker than burgundy and formed a set with twinning sheets. You tucked one cushion under your cheek and cocooned yourself beneath the blankets. As you traced the grooves in the ceiling with your eyes, you realized that all prior fatigue had vanished from your body. Your current circumstances prompted an adrenaline spike, making your body ignore the lack of strength in your muscles. You huffed in aggravation at yourself. 

After several minutes of counting the stitches in the comforter later, the shower jets quieted. There was shuffling in the bathroom, Bruce presumably drying off and dressing. You wondered how the pajamas he selected would look on his body. If they’d be wet with excess water cascading down his nape. If they’d cling to his defined muscles or drape loosely off his stature. 

The sliver of light below the bathroom door disappeared and then it was slowly squeaking open. How Bruce was able to navigate across the room in absolute darkness, you’d never know. All you could confirm was a shadowy outline as the bed dipped. He smelled clean and musky and warm. Whatever scent he scrubbed himself enabled a sensation of stillness in you. 

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he whispered nearer to your face than you anticipated. You wondered if he could sense your heart hammering against your ribs hence knowing that you were still awake. 

“Can’t sleep.” 

He hummed. “When I can’t sleep, I try to visualize a time when I was younger. Usually, the same moment, as vividly as I can.” 

You had speculated that Bruce was a bit of an insomniac as he consistently showed up with a zombie-like quality about him. Most of the time, he kept his composure, but when he wasn’t prowling around as Batman, when he let his guard down in the cave, you detected how drained he truly was. He often bumped into furniture, tripped over his own feet, blinked blankly into space, and even once he nodded off driving home. If you hadn’t been there to yell at him to wake up over comms, he likely would’ve caused a wreck. He did receive a lecture from you that night about taking care of himself. Maybe now he was just repaying the favor. 

“Tell me.”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me about your memory.” 

When he didn’t answer you contemplated if you’d gone too far, asked something too personal. It was common knowledge that Bruce Wayne’s parents died when he was young. It was probably a sore subject for him. 

“When I was eight,” he cleared his throat, “I had a nightmare.” He paused. “My parent’s died in a fire. I cried and screamed until my mother ran into the room and shook me awake. I just remember her holding me for hours, she stayed with me all night, cramped in my little bed.” 

“That’s sweet,” you commented. “Did you have nightmares a lot as a kid?”

He hummed in confirmation. “Still do.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He shifted, shrugging his shoulders you guessed. 

A yawn escaped your lips, muffled by your palm. “Think I might actually pass out soon.” His presence offered solace you didn’t predict or know that you needed. He felt familiar and distant simultaneously. Your anxiety had dissipated into a faint flutter in your stomach. A feeling you didn’t mind. 

“Right behind you,” he slurred into his pillow. 

“Goodnight, Bruce.”

You didn’t catch his goodnight in return as you surrendered yourself to slumber. 

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[goddess-evelle]

In this video X

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.

Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it

A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go

This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.

Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

“It will be fun, come on! Don’t be a coward. Are you scared that you are definitely going to lose? I mean George and Sapnap already agreed to do this challenge. Just say yes you dumb huge baby” You practically begged Dream to accept your video idea.

You knew it wasn’t easy for Dream to give up control, but you were hoping that he’d agree to the video. Mostly because you wanted to see him suffer a bit, but also because it was a really good idea. They can’t even complain because you’ll be doing most of the work anyways. They just had to sit pretty, play and not cum. That isn’t even difficult, or at least it seemed that way to you. You were used to being edged almost every time you had sex, so it had become something that you enjoyed and needed.

You won’t lie, it took a couple days to get Dream to agree, but something in you told you that it was going to be worth it. You couldn’t wait to see his stupid face all red and teary; exactly how he had you when he fucked you dumb. Of course, you only wanted to return the favor, it’s the least you could do for him. Your other two boyfriend were happy and quick to comply; they loved the idea of you having so much control over them at least once. George always presented as a sub, so he didn’t surprise you. However, Sapnap amazed you with how quickly he joined into the idea. Usually, he fought for control with Dream, so you’d imagine he liked to be in control, but maybe he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.  

Patience is a virtue that you were lucky to possess. Specially when Dream took 2 weeks to finally decide *news flash* that he wanted to be part of the video. The setting of the video was simple. Three desks munched together in the master bedroom. The computers barely touching; to say the least it was comfortable for a few hours. You smiled at the three man-children sitting in the chairs arguing about who should get you on their lap. Of course, you had to do something to be able to get them all content.

“Don’t worry you’ll get more than just having me in your lap if you lose” you winked finishing your sentence and continued “I will have to edge you each time you lose, so I don’t think it matters. I’ll just watch from the sidelines until… you die” you gave a mischievous smile as the boys gulped at your implication. However, they were quick to move to their respective seats to start the game. They were slightly scared that they would have to attempt to not die when they had to share damage. I mean sure Dream and Sapnap would probably kill each other just for fun usually, but there was George and his obsession with eating a FULL steak when he only had 1 hunger bar down. Of course, it was going to be difficult, but it wasn’t rock science. You knew they’d figure it out.

“In this video, my friend coded it, so that we share our damage. However, if we die, the person that got us killed has to get edged by our girlfriend. Will we be able to win without too much stimulation or will we end up overstimulated? We are about to find out.”

Firstly, they were confused underestimating the challenge (Like usual) Talking about how they were “Professionals” and they wouldn’t even die a single time. It was no surprise that George was the one that got them all killed. The boys cursing as they had gotten way too into the game to remember the real challenge of the game. Therefore, you were expecting the spooked jump that George gave as you suddenly appeared kneeling in front of him. He swallowed nervously as he looked at the other boys with a snarky smile that was soon wiped off his face as you yanked his pants off. His cock resting softly against his right thigh; you bent slightly down to give a kiss to the head of his dick watching it twitch at the touch. The boys were quick to catch on to what you needed as Dream walked right next to George bending down to spit right on top of George’s cock. You smiled up at him gracefully as you started pumping his dick softly although the way Dream spat on his cock, and the kiss you gave him had him already half hard. It only took a minute for him to get completely hard. You kept pumping him as you bent down to start lick him. George held onto the armrests of his seat as he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You smirked at the action; even in this moment he was still trying his best to be a good boy. You winked at him shortly before starting to move your mouth effectively sucking him off slowly. His head thrown back as he got himself lost in the pleasure. Eyes rolling back as he could feel the tightness of your throat around his length. The wetness your mouth provided had him almost going completely crazy. His hips buckled into your mouth as his whines and moans got more desperately. Hard cock being engulfed by the tightness of your mouth. The gummy wet feeling bringing him close to heaven; a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back from the wrecked man that was trying his best to stop himself from cumming in your mouth. Dream was quick to pull you back from George as he started watching the way the older man was slowing losing his sanity. You pulled away from George as Dream helped up from your knees.

You weren’t too surprised to see that Sapnap was already hard in his pants as he took a long look at George. You smiled at him as you bent down to spit in his mouth like he had done to you so many times; you simply wanted to give him a taste of George’s precum. Sapnap immediately swallowed as he let out a moan at the taste of the older man. You smirked as you took a sit back were you used to be as the boys got less happy with the idea of the game; they just wanted to fuck you as they continued to play the game reluctantly. They resumed the game as George grunted about having to start over again while the other boys teased him about being whiney because of the edging. You watched the game intently until Dream stupidly got knocked back into a cactus making Sapnap (that had low health) die. Unsurprisingly, the two of them started bickering about who’s fault it was until a sharp clap cut through the discussion making all of them turn towards you. You sat silently with a smile in you face as both boys swallowed nervously.

You walked towards Dream slowly cupping his cheek as you looked into his pretty eyes. “Come on baby, you know that was your fault.” He mindlessly nodded entranced by having your lips just a gasp away from his own. He closed his eyes waiting for you to make your lips collide together; you simply swiped your tongue against his awaiting. His eyes opening quickly at the unusual feeling of your wet muscle. You swore you saw his eyes getting just a bit darker as he understood what had happened. You could hear a distant “shit” from one of the boys, but you were too focused on the green orbs in front of you to even analyze which of the boys said it. You didn’t need to tell him any further as he took off his pants. Cock springing free from his pants looking almost painful; you took him by surprise as you pushed him back onto his chair. Mouth hanging open as you looked straight at his eyes using one hand to push your hair away from your face while your other handheld his cock; your own mouth parting to let out a blob of spit onto the head of his cock. His chest rose violently at the sudden heat from your spit hitting the tip of his cock made him shiver. Your hand wrapped around his cock without a second thought which made the tall man jump at the sudden feeling. His cock practically jumping into the hole you made with the hand that held your cock as he accidentally fucked his cock into your hand. He looked almost weak which was ironic to think that your 6’2 boyfriend could look so submissive just for you. The sight just tickled the right parts of your brain making your mind almost hazy with the feeling of being in power after so long. His nails digging themselves into the armrest of his gaming chair, and you wished you could engrave this picture into your eyelids to watch it forever. He was pushed back into his chair almost making it lay down completely; neck holding his head forcefully in position just so he could see your movements on his cock. Veins bulging in his arms as his nails dug deeper into the armrests of the chair. His chest was moving quickly up and down as he tried to calm himself down, but his hips seemed to ignore him as they bucked into your hand with such force. The action sparking a small memory in your mind of how that same movement of his hips could make you cry every time he fucked you. The memory disintegrating in the distance of your mind as you were brought back to reality by a rough hand wrapping around yours. You looked into Dream’s beautiful green eyes to find his eyebrows pushed together as his mouth let out whimpers begging you to hold him tighter. He implored you to squeeze your hand around him as if your hand could ever compare to how well your cunt squeezed his cock. He was letting himself go just a little too much, but just when he forgot the whole point of the challenge. Just when you were giving him exactly what he needed your hand pulled away; ripping with you a loud whine from your boyfriend. Hips fighting to get his cock back to your hand. Whimpers and groans left his lips as he tried his best to calm down after you stole the sweet relief from him.

[lambtail-tales]

Simple Feelings (REQUEST)

Kanata Yatonokami x fem!reader (Paradox Live)

Word count: 1821

Paragraphs: 45

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First time ever filling a request (AAAAAAA? THANK YOU SO MUCH???) and also my first time writing something for Kanata! I love tsun boys but he's a tough one. I had a beta reader this time so I hope I did okay! The request was Kanata realizing that he's fallen for the reader! I hope you like it ;u;

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It was 4 AM, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed.

Nayuta had already fallen asleep, wrapped up in the blankets on the bed. Kanata sat in front of his laptop, with the screen being the only source of light in the apartment so as not to bother his brother. He had decided to work on their new song since sleep evidently wasn’t an option. Lately, his days had been…eventful, he would say.

He and Nayuta were busy, maybe more than they had ever been, thanks to Paradox Live. It was taking a little adjustment, but he supposed he had no major complaints. He rested his chin in his hand, staring blankly at his computer. He had been stuck on this part of his work for some time, and it wasn’t even because the composition itself was posing a major challenge. It was because he had other things on his mind. Stupid, confusing things. Things that he would swear up and down he didn’t care about.

Kanata groaned softly and slumped over, forehead coming to rest on the edge of the desk he was working at, and it was all because Nayuta wanted to spend some of their prize money on sweets from a new bakery. A bakery where you had smiled at them, making every attempt to chat, recommending this and that, explaining tastes, textures, ingredients…he hadn’t been listening at all, instead watching your mouth move, your eyes light up, and how brightly you smiled at them the whole time. You had been in no hurry to get them away from the display case and out the door; all the while the saccharine smell of vanilla and sugar made Kanata’s head spin. He observed your nimble hands making quick work of closing up the box after Nayuta had decided what he wanted, the tune you had made out of the words, “Thank you so much, please come back soon!” echoed in his head.

Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed, and it was your fault.

All his life, he had never needed anyone except for Nayuta. He never really had the desire to build other connections. After all, he had learned his lesson; the world had been nothing but cold and cruel, he reminded himself of that plenty often.

But you weren’t, something in the back of his mind told him.

The voice was small, and he didn’t know where it came from; it was annoying in the same way an insect he couldn’t see, buzzing around the room would be. He wanted it to stop. It was seriously messing with his head. He was distracted, and it was getting in the way of important things that he should be (and would much rather be) doing. Nayuta had already noticed that he wasn’t quite himself, which he would have rather avoided, because that meant that now Nayuta was going to be on his case; how could he explain to Nayuta what he couldn’t explain to himself?

There was the rustle of fabric as Nayuta stirred, and Kanata looked up quickly to see him sitting up, eyes heavy and half-lidded.

“Nn…Kanata? You’re still awake?”

Kanata turned to face his brother. “Yeah, sorry,” he spoke coolly, hoping Nayuta would just go back to sleep. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Nayuta grunted, rubbing some of the sleep away from his eyes, and then looked at his older brother, puzzled. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew it had to be an ungodly hour to still be up. “Hey…” he started cautiously. “Are you okay?”

This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. “Fine.” The word came out more brusque than he had intended it to sound. “I was just working on something.” It wasn’t really a lie, at least.

“You’ve been ‘just working on something’ for the last three weeks,” Nayuta reminded him pointedly. “You can’t lie to me, Kanata.” He stared at his twin intently. “Tell me what’s up.”

Kanata sighed and turned back to his laptop. He hated that Nayuta was right. He should have known better than to try and get anything past him. He didn’t want his brother fussing over him like this, either. He sighed, and decided that this was going nowhere fast—he wasn’t going to be able to do any work with his head all clouded up like this. Besides, maybe talking to Nayuta would help him figure it out.

The laptop closed with a soft snap, and Kanata stood up, stretching his arms over his head on the way to the bed. He threw himself onto the empty side, curling up next to Nayuta, who looked down at him.

“So?”

Kanata blinked at the ceiling. “I dunno,” he muttered.

Nayuta raised an eyebrow. “Kanata, that’s not—”

“No, I really don’t know!” he insisted, furrowing his brows. He was actually being honest, but it was a terrible answer.

Nayuta hummed, leaning back onto his palms. He couldn’t think of any problems he was aware of. They had money, their songs were doing well, no one was bothering them…he was too tired to rack his brain for more ideas. Glancing over at his brother, he could see the troubled expression on his face.

“Suiseki?” he guessed. 

“No.” Kanata deadpanned.

“Suzaku?” Nayuta quirked a brow.

“Hell no!” Kanata spat, scowling at the mention of his name.

“Hmm…” This time, Nayuta spoke softer. “Is it a girl?”

“Huh?!” Kanata sat up quickly, shooting a glare in his brother’s direction. “Nayuta, are you—”

The other boy started laughing, and Kanata could feel his face get hot. “Why are you laughing?! Don’t be stupid!” More importantly, why was he embarrassed?! It wasn’t like he was right!

Nayuta, though, was pretty convinced he was right; his face broke into a sly grin. “So you’re all mopey and moody over a girl?” he teased. “Gross.” He fell back into his pillows.

But really, he was more surprised than anything. While he supposed it would have happened eventually, it still caught him off guard. After all, they had been together this whole time; just the two of them, alone, for nineteen years, and things like this were…never part of the equation, really. But, he only wanted Kanata to be happy, and while it was difficult to really come to terms with, he still wanted to support him and see his world get a little bigger. More colorful. Not to mention, it was about time there was someone to take care of him for once, even if he acted like he didn’t need someone like that.

Kanata couldn’t believe him. There was no way some stupid girl had anything to do with this. Kanata never cared about girls. “Nayuta!” he protested. “That isn’t funny! Of course it’s not about her!”

“Hmm?” Nayuta fixed his gaze on Kanata. “Her? I didn’t mention anyone…who are you talking about?” he asked, clearly amused now to see that he was getting a rise out of his brother. Honesty wasn’t really Kanata’s strong suit.

Kanata growled, putting his palms to his face. This made no sense, and it was stupid, and he was tired of being grilled. “I’m going to bed!” he huffed, lying down, grabbing the blanket, and pulling it to his chin.

“Sure,” Nayuta wriggled under the blankets alongside Kanata. “Goodnight~” he mumbled, closing his eyes the moment he rested his head back into the pillows. Sleep came rather quickly for him. Kanata, on the other hand…

He lay there on his side, eyes still wide open, staring at the floor. His heart had been pounding and his stomach was twisted in knots from what had just happened—he’d never felt anything like this before, but it felt gross. Still, he couldn’t just shake off the slip-up he had made.

“Her? I didn’t mention anyone…who are you talking about?”

Your face had come to mind right away, goofy airheaded smile and all, and his heart squeezed. He never really believed in love, save for the fraternal kind. Friendship, parental love, romantic love…he had never received any of that, nor did he ever need it. Why would he want it? Especially now, and from you, no less.

Because, the voice reminded him, you were kind, and gentle, and warm, and maybe he noticed the curl of your lips when you smiled after he spoke to you, and maybe he kind of liked it, and maybe there was a softness behind it that he had always wished to be shown.

Kanata tossed under the covers, picking up and mashing his pillow against his face, feeling a new rush of heat in his cheeks, his chest, to the tips of his fingers. “Damn it…!” he whispered petulantly. Why this? Why him, and why you? His mind raced with questions and thoughts faster than he could card through them and rationalize any of it. This was the kind of lame shit that happened in movies; the scenes that he would skip, or that would make him zone out. He was exasperated with himself. This had to be something else.

But maybe it’s not, the pest in his head argued. Maybe Nayuta had a point, and he was just immature and in denial because he didn’t know how to handle his own feelings. After all, how many times had he walked the same route in the last few weeks that would lead him to the storefront you worked at when he took walks while Nayuta was hanging out with Shiki? How many times had he peered through the window or over the counter before looking at anything on the menu or in the display case? How many of those times had he told himself it was because Nayuta had really liked the desserts there and he wanted to get him sweets to have after dinner when he came home? Why else was he willing to stomach the cloyingly sweet smell of icing and fresh berries? There was no hiding behind Nayuta this time.

Kanata was squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make him fall asleep any quicker, but it definitely wasn’t working, because instead of pitch black, he could see a shy smile, sparkling eyes—yours—burned onto the backs of his eyelids. His heart thrummed against his ribcage, remembering the way you had parroted his own name back to him after finally asking for it the fourth time he had come around. He hadn’t even thought twice about telling you.

“Yatonokami…-san.” Something about the way it rolled off your tongue was pleasant—comfortable, even. “I’ll be sure to remember!”

Loathe as he was to admit it, maybe that made him happy. Tossing the pillow away from his face, he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The sun had begun to rise, and there was a sliver of bright white light against the dull paint. He was giving in.

It was who-knew-what time, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and now, he was pretty sure he liked you.

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Framed

Aaron gets reading glasses. Emily likes them. A lot.

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This idea came from a recent conversation with @cloudlessly-light, who constantly encourages me to write more smut <3

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Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut, 18 +

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Emily carefully pulls the door to her son's bedroom door closed behind her, making sure it’s as quiet as possible as it clicks shut. She waits for a moment, feeling relief spread through her as there is no sound, her two-year-old still fast asleep. Sleep regression had been worse than she’d anticipated and it felt, at times, like she had a newborn again. Only now he could call out ‘Mama’ again and again until she almost forgot the joy she felt the very first time she heard it. 

She smiles as she hears the sound of a video game through Jack’s door, and she checks her watch to make sure it wasn’t past the time he should put it away for the night. She goes in search of her husband, sure he would be in their home office. They took turns settling the boys down for the night, a routine they’d had for quite some time now. 

She walks into the office, hearing a loud shuffling, and a drawer being slammed shut, before her husband comes into view. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Aaron says, clearing his throat as he smiles at her, his attempt to be nonchalant piquing her interest further, “He went down quickly.”

She hums in response, looking at his desk, paperwork strewn everywhere, his laptop just in his eye line, and she raises an eyebrow, smiling slyly at him. She walks over and sits on the edge of his desk. 

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t mind if you watch porn, honey,” she jokes, trying to peek at his computer screen, “Just maybe wait until both boys are-”

“I’m not watching porn, Em,” he says, his cheeks red and his eyebrows furrowed and she laughs at him, her smile teasing as he carries on, “I’m working.” 

Something about his tone of voice, the way his eyes shift to the desk drawer makes her smile slip from her face, her throat tightening, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Aaron,” she says firmly, her eyes fixed on his face, “What’s going on?” She repeats, more fiercely this time, raising an eyebrow at him in a challenge. He sighs and shakes his head at himself, closing his eyes briefly before he looks back at her. 

“Remember how I went to the doctor yesterday? Because of the headaches I’ve been having?” 

“Yes,” she replies, her throat suddenly dry. She swallows thickly, panic bitter on her tongue, “You told me everything was fine, that he said you’re just overtired.” 

“He did say that,” he says, placing his hand on her knee and squeezing it, something she barely feels as worst-case scenarios flood her mind, “He also told me I need to start wearing reading glasses.” 

He says it so quietly, it takes a moment for his words to register. She simply stares at him as they do, not blinking as she feels frozen on the spot. 

“Glasses?” she eventually chokes out, raising her eyebrows at him. He nods, and there's a beat of silence before she slaps his shoulder with her palm, her cheeks almost burning with relief, “You fucking jerk.” 

He catches her hand before she can do it again, holding her hand against his shoulder, “What?” he asks, his confusion at her reaction clear. 

“I thought you were going to tell me you were sick or something, Aaron,” she exclaims, leaning in to stamp a relieved kiss against his lips before she pulls back, “Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, squeezing the hand he still has held against his shoulder. 

“You’d better be,” she mumbles, blowing out a slow breath, her heartbeat returning somewhat to normal, “So what’s the secrecy all about?” She asks, confusion replacing her fear, “Why would you hide that from me?” 

They didn’t have secrets. It was one of the cornerstones of their relationship, a rule forged by their pasts. She knew this wouldn’t have been done maliciously, that she would have found out about them within the next day or so anyway. That he was likely just getting used to the idea himself, and he likely saw it as another sign they were getting older. 

She remembered feeling much the same way when they first got together. When his physical closeness meant she was dying her hair even more often, a failed attempt to hide the grey hairs she’d been covering since her mid-30s. He’d found a box of dye in her medicine cabinet two months in, an amused, but loving, smile on his face as she stumbled over her words as she explained it to him. 

He’d taken her apart slowly that night. Methodically. Whispering that nothing could ever make her less beautiful to him into her ear as he fucked her into her mattress. He’d done the same thing throughout her pregnancy, and ever since, every change to her body something he revered. 

“I look…old in them,” he says, sighing at his own words, scrunching his nose up in embarrassment. 

She smiles at him, biting her lower lip before she stands, encouraging him to push his chair back just enough so she can climb into his lap. She straddles him, a knee on either side of his hips, and wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around her automatically, holding her against him. 

“Aaron, honey. Love of my life,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “We are getting old,” she jokes, her smile getting wider as he narrows his eyes at her, “Or at least, we are very firmly middle-aged,” she bites the inside of her cheek and looks at his face, at the laugh lines around his eyes, the crinkle between his brows. “Show me.” 

He laughs and shakes his head at her, “Em-”

“Come on, show me,” she says, shifting in his lap just enough to feel him squirm beneath her, “Please.” 

Aaron sighs, knowing he could never say no to her, and reaches past her to open the drawer he’d hidden the glasses in when he heard the door to the office open. He watches her watch him as he places them on his face, the cool metal of the frames pressing into his skin. 

She stares at him, her mouth opening slightly as she does. The frames were black metal, almost square in shape as the bottom of them rested against his skin. He’d chosen them perfectly, although she can imagine him putting very little thought into it, just grabbing the first pair he didn’t absolutely hate. 

He looked hot, and she feels her mouth go dry, her stomach flipping at the mere sight of him wearing them, “Aaron…”

“See, they look-”

She reaches out and stops him from taking them off, “You look…hot.” 

He sighs at her, “You’re teasing me.”

“No…I’m not,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, wondering how he could look simultaneously like a young hopeful college student and a grumpy professor at the same time. She feels familiar heat burning from her cheeks down to her toes. She shifts again, purposely rolling her hips against his, “You look really fucking hot,” she leans in to kiss him, making sure she nips at his lower lip before she pulls back, “Want me to prove it to you?” She kisses him again, and the way he chases her as she pulls back is the answer she needs. “Keep them on.” 

She kisses him, her tongue sweeping through his mouth, her fingers tight in his hair as she rolls her hips over his. He moans, and holds her close, kissing her back just as fiercely. She pulls back, gasping for air as she pushes herself off of him, pressing her hands into his chest as she stands up, winking before she kneels in front of him. As soon as her hands are on his belt, his brain kicks into gear, finally catching up with what’s happening, and he helps her, both of them working together to get his pants and boxers down to his knees. 

He groans as her hand grasps him, her skin hot against his as she pumps him, her eyes meeting his as she looks up at him. 

“Sweetheart-” his words are lost in a groan as she wraps her mouth around him, one of her hands at his base, still slowly pumping him, and the other on his thigh, “Fuck, you’re so good at that.” 

She moans at the praise, the sound vibrating around him, and he thrusts slightly, grasping the back of her head, his fingers buried deep in her hair as she bobs up and down, taking him deeper into her throat until releases him to breathe, a line of saliva trailing from her mouth to him, a thread of desire keeping them connected. Her eyes flick up to his face, and she sees the glasses, her desire ramping up again, and she leans in, intent on carrying on, on letting him come down her throat, but he stops her. 

He stands up, somehow still just aware enough of his pants around his knees as they fall to his ankles. He pulls her up with him, pressing her into his desk as he kisses her, tasting himself on her tongue. 

She’s grateful that she changed when she got home, her suit replaced by sweatpants and an old t-shirt of Aaron’s. One too many of her shirts had been ruined by trying to feed their son over the years, spaghetti and other foods staining expensive blouses, so she made it a habit to change. 

Aaron pushes her sweatpants down and he gives her just enough room so she can step out of them, before his hips are against hers again, trapping her between him and the wood of his desk. He reaches for her, groaning and pulling away from the kiss to bury his face in her neck. The juxtaposition between the heat of his skin, of his mouth, and the cool metal of his glasses set her nerves on fire. She grasps at his hair, holding him in place as he sucks a bruise into her neck, his fingers rough against her clit. 

“So wet already, Em,” he grunts against her skin, and she widens her stance, giving him more room so he can push two fingers inside of her. 

“Fuck,” she groans, her hips twitching in a way she can’t control, the desk digging into her back she’s sure would leave a bruise she’d find in the morning, “I told you- fuck,” she cuts herself off as he curls his fingers inside of her, “I told you the glasses are hot.” 

He smirks at her, overwhelmed with confidence he wasn’t expecting when he bought the glasses the day before, frowning at his reflection in the tiny mirror above the display. 

“You want me to fuck you whilst I’m wearing them, sweetheart?” He asks, his breath skipping over her ear before he presses a kiss to her cheek, the action so delicate in comparison to his words it makes her shudder. 

“Yes,” she replies, thrusting her hips against his hand, his fingers still inside of her, building her up quickly, “Yes I do.” 

She grasps tightly at his shoulder, not caring if she rips the shirt he’s still wearing, as he tips her over the edge. He kisses her to swallow her moan, both of them aware that the boys were upstairs in bed. He keeps moving his fingers inside of her, his thumb against her clit, as she comes down, warmth spreading through her body. As soon as she opens her eyes she smiles at him, her chest still heaving as she wraps a leg around him, pulling him towards her wordlessly, both of them groaning as he bumps against her. 

He pushes inside of her, and they both moan simultaneously at the stretch. She buries her face in his shoulder and her hand in his hair, her blunt nails scratching at his scalp. 

“Fuck, Aaron,” she grits out, shifting her hips in a silent plea for him to move. 

He doesn’t need any further encouragement, thrusting hard enough that it disturbs the papers behind her on his desk, paperwork fluttering to the floor. He can’t bring himself to care, only focused on how she feels around him, her stuttered breaths against his throat. They find their rhythm quickly, just like they always did, both giving and taking in tandem. 

“You feel so fucking good, Em,” he mutters, one of his hands finding its way under the t-shirt she’s wearing to cup her breast, playing with her nipple in a way that makes her gasp. She pulls her face away from his neck and looks at him, her eyes glazed over with desire, pupils blown so her eyes looked black. 

“Kiss me,” she says, feeling herself getting closer, clenching tightly around him as he leans in, his lips firm against hers. As he kisses her he reaches between them, gently circling her clit, groaning into her mouth as she clenches around him again. She pulls away from the kiss, resting her forehead against his, “Shit, I’m going to-”

“Come for me,” he demands, and it's the last thing she needs. She tips over the edge, taking her with him, his hips stuttering as he comes inside of her. 

For a second the only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. She pulls back to look at him, chuckling at the sight of his steamed-up glasses. 

“I think I’ve changed my mind about the glasses,” he says, stamping a quick kiss against her lips, “I quite like them now.” 

She laughs, “Only like?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at him, and he nods “I think we should carry on until you love them.” 

He leans in to kiss her but they are interrupted by a cry from upstairs.

“Mama!” 

She groans and rests her forehead against her husband’s, “Duty calls,” she says, before she calls over her shoulder, loud enough that she’d be heard through the closed door, “Go back to bed sweet boy, I’ll be up in a second.” 

Aaron steps back from her, and passes her a couple of tissues from the box on his desk so she can clean herself up. She deposits them in the bin before she pulls her sweatpants back up. She looks at him, smiling at the sight of him, the glasses still on and his clothing rumbled even though he’d pulled his pants back up. 

“Meet you in our room?” She asks hopefully, leaning in to kiss him once more. 

“I’ll see you there, sweetheart.” 

She smiles before she heads towards the door, pulling it open before she turns back to look at him. “Aaron?” He looks up at her, his hands already holding the paperwork they’d knocked over. 

“Yes, Em?” 

“Make sure you bring the glasses.” 

-x-

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[unknownfortuna]

Planets in Astrology

SUN~ Planet of self and our identity; speaks of our inner creativity, inner heart strength in rising to meet challenges, authority, confidence, and ability to lead.

Associated with the following: Father, Husband, Masculine energy, rules Leo and 5th House.

MOON~ Planet of emotions; mood swings, how we feel about certain topics, our soul, intuition, nurturing style, desires.

Associated with the following: Mother, Pregnancy, fertility, childbirth, feminine energy, Cancer and 4th house.

MERCURY~ Planet of communication; Logic and processing, how we express ourselves, short trips (workday commute, visit neighbor, going across town), siblings, transportation.

Associated with the following: Virgo=feminine energy and 6th house, Gemini=masculine energy and 3rd house

VENUS~ Planet of love and money; Pleasure, harmony, emotional attachments, marriages, friendships, business partnerships. Spreads happiness and tenderness, while teaching us how to love and appreciate others, things we possess.

Associated with the following: Beauty and art. Feminine energy, taurus/Libra and the 2nd/7th house.

MARS~ Planet of Passion; Energy, passion, drive, determination, Rules, military. Standing up and getting noticed for what your getting done. Our inner power (not heroic energy like the sun but much more intense), confidence, ambition, competition, aggression, stamina.

Associated with the following: God of war (Ares), sexuality, sexual energy, weapons and surgery. Masculine energy, Aries/Scorpio and 1st/8th house.

JUPITER~ Planet of luck; Higher learning, yearning for exploring ideas of spirituality all the way to intellectually, forming ideology, religion, philosophy, Long distance travel, games of chance.

Associated with the following: Luck and good fortune, expansion (ex. weight gain), masculine energy, Pisces/Sagittarius and 12th/9th house.

SATURN~ Planet of Karma; Doesn't make things come easily. The task master. Discipline and responsibility. restrictions and delays, wisdom, perseverance, structure, order.

Associated with the following: Old age and lessons, teacher (traditions and patterns), contracts, masculine energy, Capricorn/Aquarius and 10th/11th house. 1st Saturn return 27-30 years old.

URANUS~ Planet of rebellion (1st outer/generational planet); Expanded consciousness, new perspective, originality, interventions, computers, cutting edge, technology, future events, break tradition, revolution, dictators, autonomous state, free will, bizarre behaviors, freedom, creativity

Associated with the following: androgynous energy, earthquakes, natural disasters, unpredictable, Aquarius and 11th house. Higher octave of Mercury.

NEPTUNE~ The planet of illusion, generational planet; dreams, illusions, thoughts, the mysterious. Spirituality is important to harness for personal development. Any meditative state (or reaching a 'flow state') such as dancing, poetry, singing, baking, and music. Delusion, hypochondria, hypnosis.

Associated with the following: God of the sea (Poseidon), rules movies, fashion, glamour, creating illusion. Drugs, alcohol, and escapism. Sleep and dreams. Feminine, Pisces and 12th house. Higher octave of Venus.

PLUTO~ Planet of Power; Transformation, regeneration, rebirth, secrecy, out with the old/in with the new, transcend what we believe- redeem ourselves- come out stronger knowing better. intensity. asking generation to look within to subconscious (fear pushes buttons needed to transform).

Associated with the following: God of death (Hades), reproductive system/ genitals, death, destruction, obsession, kidnapping, viruses, waste, underworld, undercover, dictatorship/terrorism=power, atomic power. feminine energy. Scorpio and 8th house. higher octave of mars.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself..." Pg 130 -The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

[intothegenshinworld]

-Challenge-

You have the opportunity to bring 15 items from Earth to Teyvat, when you are isekai’d to Genshin cult au. However, these commodities should be strictly exclusive to Earth, meaning that it cannot be something that can easily be replicated in Teyvat.

Create a list with the top (1) as the highest priority, and the bottom (15) as the least. Then, use a number generator to determine how many are isekai’d with you. For example, if you rolled a 6, then only your first 6 items will be waiting for you in Teyvat.

Pfooo- this was actually harder than I thought! At first I panicked because if it were ImposterAU I'd be in BIG trouble (mainly because I'd be unable to bring weapons. Teyvat has all weapons, and if they don't, it'd be easy to replicate,) but CultAU should give me some slack,,, right??

Anyways, I rlly liked this, I'm tagging other people as well, feel free to join me!! @why-am-i-here-someone-save-me @myxxei0 (< I feel like you'd have the best and craziest answers) @greenteaanon @mayullla @/everyone who wants to join

IF I TAGGED YOU AND U DON'T WANT TO JOIN THAT'S POG AS WELL <3 no worries, :D I just thought it was fun to do!!

Laptop

I chose a laptop specifically because the Dodocommunication device is a replicated form of a phone, so I wouldn't be able to bring one of those. But laptops are harder to replicate? I'm p certain that there are no TV's or computers in Teyvat yet!!

2. Chicken nuggets

Should this be my priority? No.

3. A different breed of dogs

Maybe a feisty chiwauwa that steals all my affection and time. 10/10 best method to make people jealous. Bonus points if the dog only loves me and barks at the acolytes when they want to try and talk to me

4. A science book.

I know khemia and alchemy exist, but our technology is more advanced(?)/different than Teyvat's. If there is anything special in a thick science book, it might boost Teyvat's knowledge! I would only give it to Albedo though. If it falls into the hands of dottore or marionette I'd have caused the world's end

5. Antibiotics/One of those basic headache pills

They probably don't need to exist due to healers in Teyvat, but perhaps it might boost the medical knowledge of Teyvat? Perhaps it's more accessible? I get pains a lot so it'd be nice

6. Mp3 player

Easy accessible music. Even if there's only one song on it, it will bring comfort.

7. Headphones

Pretty sure these don't exist yet? Not the ones for music at least. I'd need it for the mp3/laptop to fully access it.

8. Any religious books

If the cultAU gets too much for me, I'll use any religious book (from Earth) in my advance! I'll try and make them believe that I'm human instead of some deity. Tbf this could backfire REALLY QUICK but it's worth trying as a plan-B

9. Smoke bombs

This might be cheating because it's easily re-creatable, but I feel like it wouldn't be created unless I'd bring one? And I'd be LMAO when I drop one of them smoke bombs near Jean. She'd get flashbacks to Klee's bombs and I'd like to keep them on edge at times.

10. Bubblegum

P sure it'd scare at least one person when I pop it

11. Merchandise

Specific movies/mascots can't be recreated in Teyvat. I really like the rilakkuma bears so maybe I bring those? It's not to benefit of anyone besides my own comfort

12. Megaphone

Can I bring this one anon? It might be easily replicated but I doubt anyone would-- should they see the chaos it brings

13. One of those furbees

If only to freak them out :)

14. Anything Dinasaur related

Perhaps dinosaur nuggets? I'd convince them that it's a small breed of animals that used to be REALLY big but now we eat them for dinner with ketchup

15. A body pillow of one of the character

This would've been higher on the list if I actually had the guts to walk around with a body pillow. Bonus points if it's Dainsleif (bc he hates gods doesn't he? Would be kinda funny imo)

OKAY NOW RANDOM NUMMER!!!

I'm so sad I couldn't bring the furbee but at least I'd have some chicken nuggies :) THANKS ANON! This was fun and chaotic

[venicebixch]

No Nut November

smut with a side of smut for this one. some spanking, breath play, degradation and edging. strong sexual language. i think that’s it. enjoy!

I let out a loud huff and roll over to look at Vinnie. He’s not streaming but he has been playing Valorant for 5 straight hours.

“Vinnie?” I say.

“Yeah,” he says, still staring at the computer screen.

“Pay attention to me.”

He chuckles. “What?”

I stand up and walk over to him. “Pay attention to me,” I say, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

He smiles. “Give me like 10 more minutes.”

I playfully grab his hair and shake his head gently. “You’re killing me, Vin.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, pursing his lips but still not looking away from the screen.

I lean back in and kiss his cheek. “I’m horny,” I say softly in his ear. I swear I heard his breathing stop for a moment.

“You know I can’t,” he shakes his head.

“Please?” I say in a pouting tone.

He bites his bottom lip and glances at me. “I can’t, y/n.”

I cross my arms. “Why? What’s even the fucking point of no nut November?”

“It’s a challenge. It’s… I don’t know. It’s just something I want to do.”

“It’s only the 7th. You’re gonna leave me hanging for 3 more weeks?”

“You knew I planned on doing this, we talked about it weeks ago,” he says, smiling and shaking his head.

“I didn’t agree to it though,” I lean back in and wrap my arms around him again. “Please. I need you. I want you.”

I kiss his temple and move my hands down the front of his bare chest. I see his cheeks flush slightly and a little tent starts to form in his sweatpants.

“Y/n, stop. I’m sticking to this challenge.”

I smile knowing I’m getting to him, and bring my hands up and rest them on the sides of his neck. I can feel his rapid heart rate.

“Your body says differently,” I kiss his cheek again and work my way down to his neck. I stop and suck on what I know is his most sensitive spot. The hard on in his pants grows even more.

He dies in the game, and let’s out a loud sigh.

“Was that my fault?” I ask innocently.

He puts his hands over his face and sits there silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna extend it through December if you don’t stop,” he says, looking at me with an angry expression.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever! I guess I’ll fucking do it myself.”

“What?” He asks. I walk over the the nightstand beside his bed where I keep my vibrator.

“Y/n, please,” he pleads as his eyes widen.

I smirk at him and drop my pants and underwear, sliding my tank top off. I’m standing completely naked in front of him and raise my eyebrows. His eyes slowly scan my body and his cheeks get even redder.

“I have needs, Vinnie. I’m gonna get them taken care of one way or the other. I’d prefer your help but I can do it myself if I have to,” I say, climbing into his bed.

I turn the vibrator on, spreading my legs slowly and look over at him. He’s slouched in his gaming seat, mouth parted slightly. He looks like he wants to look away but can’t.

I smile, biting my lip as I drag the vibrator over my tits and down my stomach before finally reaching my clit. The feeling is intense and my body starts pulsing almost immediately.

I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning. I grab the headboard behind me, losing myself in the pleasure.

I feel myself edging closer to my orgasm and lean my head back up. When I open my eyes, Vinnie is standing over me.

“I swear to fucking god, y/n. You piss me off so bad sometimes,” he says, grabbing the vibrator from my hands and ruining my almost orgasm.

“Stop, Vinnie! Give it to me, I was close!”

He grabs my throat and squeezes, cutting off my blood supply. He brings his nose down to mine. “No, I’m gonna give you want you fucking want.”

I bring my hand to wrap around his wrist and he smacks one of my tits, causing me to groan out.

“Come here,” he says, grabbing my arms and roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging off.

“I love you, y/n, but you make me fucking crazy. I don’t know why you have to act like a spoiled fucking brat all the time,” he drops his sweatpants and kicks them to the side. His cock is directly over my face.

He brings my arms off the side of the bed and stands over them so that I can’t move them. He puts himself up to my mouth and shoves himself in, pushing to the back of my throat as he groans.

The feeling causes me to gag, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through my body. My nipples immediately get harder and my legs close together.

He starts thrusting as I do my best to keep my lips wrapped around him.

His hand comes up and smacks each of my tits, causing me to moan out.

“Such a needy fucking girl,” he moans. “You’re so fucking desperate, you can’t go a fucking month without my dick down your throat.”

He picks up the pace and I swear I can feel him halfway down my throat. His thrusting causes me to make gargling noises and saliva starts to drip down my face, into my hair and in my eyes.

I close my eyes and try to brace with his movements. I start feeling like I’m lacking air and can’t breathe, causing my body tense in response. He notices and pulls out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air.

“Fuck Vinnie,” I say, when I finally catch my breath. Tears start to form in my eyes.

He laughs, looking down at me. “You beg for my fucking cock and when you get it you act like you can’t handle it?”

He smacks himself across my face a few times and then grabs my arms, pulling me off the bed and on to the floor.

“Turn over,” he says, forcefully flipping my on to my stomach. “Bring your ass up, keep your head down.”

I do as he says and move to my knees. He comes down behind me and spits on my pussy, adding to my already soaked core. His tongue runs up and down my slit, from my clit to my entrance. I can feel his nose buried against my ass as he slips his tongue inside of me.

“Mmm, fuck Vinnie,” I moan out. My cheek is pressed against the cold hard wood floor and I feel pain in my knees from the way they’re pressed against the ground.

He smacks my ass while his tongue is still in me, causing me to yelp out. His mouth moves to my clit, wrapping around it and sucking perfectly. The new sensation takes my mind off the discomfort I feel in my knees.

It’s not long before I feel that orgasm come back from earlier. My stomach tightens and my toes curl. “I’m gonna cum!” I practically yell.

He stops and pulls away.

I look back at him angrily. “Why the fuck did you stop!” I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks from my frustration.

He lets out what sounds like an evil laugh. “You pissed me, y/n,” he shrugs. “You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy?”

I shake my head and stand up. “It’s already been 10 fucking days since we’ve done anything. I told you I’ll do it myself, and you got mad,” I grab my vibrator off the bed. “It’s not my fault you can’t stick to your stupid pointless challenge.”

I start to walk away and he grabs me, pushing me on my back onto the bed.

“You were fucking teasing me and you know it. You could have gone in the bathroom right there and done what you needed to do quietly and I wouldn’t have said a word. But you laid right here, spread out on my bed, naked, with a vibrator pressed against your clit as you moaned.”

He climbs on top of me, and lines himself with my entrance. “Laying here acting like a needy little whore. Like an addict who can’t go a few fucking weeks without her fix.”

He pushes himself into me and his hand wraps around my throat again. “And I’m only a man, y/n. What else am I gonna do? With you laid out, literally begging for me with those pretty red cheeks and your body on full display.”

He starts thrusting. “Of course I’m gonna fucking break and you knew that. That’s what you wanted from me.”

His hand around my throat is causing me to get lightheaded, and I groan out. His cock slams into me mercilessly. “Fuck,” I moan with my last bit of breath, closing my eyes. Just as I feel myself starting to fade out and I start disappearing into darkness, his hand relaxes and blood rushes back to my head. I take a deep breath in and open my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality.

“God damn it, Vinnie,” I moan, completely submitting to him.

He smiles down at me and his eyes scan my face for a moment. He leans in and kisses my forehead and then my lips.

“You’re okay, baby,” he says softly. He bends down and starts sucking my neck and biting gently. It feels amazing but I can’t let him leave a hickey, I’m going to visit my family in a few days.

“Don’t leave any marks, Vin,” I beg.

He ignores me and keeps sucking.

“Vinnie,” I say, half heartedly trying to push him back. I shouldn’t let him leave a mark but at the same time, it feels so fucking good. I start to let out small moans.

Finally after a few minutes, he pulls back and laughs, looking at what he did.

“Did you leave a hickey?” I ask, giving him a pouty face.

“Just a few,” he smiles.

“Fuck, Vinnie!”

“You wanna act like a brat you’re gonna face the consequences,” he says.

His thrusting starts to pick up again, and I feel my orgasm finally approaching for a 3rd time.

I try to keep my eyes from rolling back as I tighten around him. The pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“Are you about to cum?” He asks.

“No,” I moan. I know he’s going to be mad when he realizes I’m lying but I want to cum. I don’t want him to ruin it again.

“You better not be fucking lying,” he says, grabbing one of my tits and pinching my nipple.

“I’m not,” I moan, trying to keep myself together as it gets closer. Finally the pleasure comes to a peak, and I throw my head back, grabbing his arms and scratching him as hard as I can as payback for his teasing and hickeys.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans. His thrusts become uneven and I feel his warm cum fill me up, only intensifying my pleasure.

I can feel the heat radiating from my flushed face after my orgasm passes. Once he’s finished, he stops thrusting and lays on top of me, breathing heavy with his chest rising and falling against mine.

“I came,” I say after a moment.

He chuckles. “Me too.”

I giggle and he kisses me gently. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him into me to enjoy the feeling of him resting inside of me.

“Isn’t this way better than torturing yourself for a month?” I say quietly.

“Honestly… I fucked up and masturbated like 4 days ago.”

I gasp and push him away. “You asshole, why would you force me to sit around going crazy?!”

He laughs. “You’re just so fucking cute when you’re mad. And I wanted to see how desperate you would get for me. I like watching you beg for me.”

I can’t help but smile even though I’m mad. “You know what Vinnie? Just for that, you’re not allowed to touch me for a whole month.”

He laughs again. “We’ll see about that,” he says, burying his face back in my neck.

[snugglebug-92]

I want Cole mcward with fluff prompts 5, 10, and 9

5. I thought you couldn't stand me.

9. Shut up and kiss me.

10. You're wearing my shirt.

You loved your job at Ohio State. You liked taking pictures and you had a passion for photography. You also however had a disliking for Cole. It was mainly because he didn't really like you. You thought he was attractive you guys had even gone on a date your freshman year but after winter break everything changed. Now you were well into your sophomore year and you stopped letting him bother you.

As Scooter skates over to where you are standing as you get iced by Cole. You shiver as your body is soaked by the ice melting on your skin.

"Go change into my extra shirt," Scooter says as you walk to the locker room. You grab the first shirt you see in Scooter's stall and slip your sweatshirt off replacing it with the t-shirt. You grab your media jacket and slip it on before heading back out. You take pictures of the boys as they skate around and upload them to your computer as coach talks to the boys. They all file off the ice except Cole. He skates 15 laps before coming off the ice.

"Sorry about him. I made him do laps to make up for it," Coach says before going to his office. By the time Cole is done in the shower, the locker room is empty. He walks to his stall in just a towel and puts his shorts on before coming into your little office.

"You're wearing my shirt," he says looking at you.

"No I'm not this is Scooter's, shit," you sigh as you go to slip it off. You throw it at Cole and walk into the locker room grabbing Scooter's shirt before slipping it over your head. Cole slips the shirt on and leaves you alone to edit the photos.

The next day at practice Cole leaves you alone which is slightly surprising. Maybe the 15 laps drilled some sense into him. As you are walking back towards your office he stops you and pulls you aside.

"I need your help," he sighs.

"And I thought you couldn't stand me," you laugh continuing to walk to your office. Cole follows after you and sits down in the other chair by your desk.

"Please," he begs.

"Cole we hate each other," you shake your head.

"Please,"

"No,"

"Please Y/N."

"What McWard," you snap. He flinches clearly taken aback and looks at you with your response.

"I don't hate you for starters and I need film," he says running a hand through his hair.

"I already sent film to Vancouver and a few other teams that we're interested in you. I don't hate you and I want you to succeed in your career," you respond.

"How did you?"

"BCC means blind carbon copy. I got the same email you did and sent the film," you smile.

"God I could kiss you right now," Cole says spinning around in the chair.

"Do it," you challenge.

"What?" he questions.

"Shut up and kiss me," you smirk and you can barely breathe before his lips are on yours. You tangle your hands in his hair as he picks you up and places you on the edge of your desk. The two of you make out while door David walks to the door seeing why the two of you got so quiet all of a sudden hoping you guys didn't kill each other. His eyes go wide as he sees Cole slip his tongue into your mouth and he shuts the door.

"So do we need a new photographer or a new defenseman?" Jake laughs wrapping his arm around the boy.

"Neither. They were being civil for once," David shrugs before leaving the boys to their own devices.