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fernandopiastri28 · 5 months

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Oscar is angry about carlos situation and his Miami GP result so y/n helps him relax (maybe a handjob,maybe Smut..you chose)

the city that keeps the roof blazing ~ oscar piastri

“Please,” The heat between her legs is near unbearable from how desperate he sounds, and her thighs chafe from how she’s kept them squeezed together as an attempt to relieve some of the ache of her cunt. “Y/N, I need you,” The tips of her fingers jut down to splay across the bulge in his shorts, applying some sort of pressure to the spot. He groans, grabbing her wrist and pushing down harder so she’s fully palming him. He sits on the edge of the bed, looking all pretty and desperate just for her as she continues her ‘massaging’. “You’ll get it Osc, I promise,”

| warning ~ smut, degrading language. MDNI

Y/N’s heart thrums in her chest, an anxious sweat pooling across her back under her corset dress. Oscar’s not doing well, having taken a hit from the Ferrari of Carlos Sainz and losing his front wing as a result. He’d had to pit, finding himself in last, only in front of Logan who’d already DNFed. Her nails are bitten up, rough on the edges. She can hope and pray for at least a points finish, even if it’s just one or two, but at this point, the whole situation is looking rather dire.

If Oscar doesn’t already despise Carlos, he certainly does now.

In the final few laps, the team instructs Oscar to basically not pull anything stupid and risk Lando getting his first win. It’s honestly offensive of them, as if Oscar has ever done something to sabotage anyone else in any circumstances. In anything, the McLaren team should be focusing on getting a penalty awarded to Carlos for his shitty stunt against Piastri or figuring out why the fuck Donald Trump is in their garage.

When a McLaren passes the chequered flag first, Y/N can’t even feel happy for Lando. She just feels fucked over for her boyfriend who’s being perfectly polite and mature over the radio but is gonna be absolutely destroyed once he’s out of shot from all the cameras and media.

He’d been leading the race at one point, and now he’s having his first out of points finish of the year in 13th. Stupid Carlos, stupid fucking Carlos. Y/N looks around the rest of the garage at everyone jumping around and cheering for the brit’s win. She keeps her headset on, smiling politely as Oscar would be if he were here. She can’t muster up any excitement, so she’ll fake the bare minimum.

She navigates her way through flocks of commentators and team members as she attempts to find her boyfriend. “Oscar?” She has to crane her neck, searching for a papaya race suit that isn’t the one being showered in praises. As two men who tower over her push past, she bends her arm tighter to keep her bag in the junction of her elbow and close to her.

“Y/N,” A tired voice calls out, Oscar tugging his balaclava off with one hand. “I’m not crazy right? You say that- that was all Carlos,” He pants, wiping a line of sweat that’s gathered over his top lip. Y/N rubs his cheek, applying pressure to where the outline from his helmet is especially dark.

She nods, her hand squeezing his bicep through the thick material of his race suit. “Completely baby, you were doing so good.” She’s about to tell him that she was convinced today would be his first race win before her mind reminds her that telling him that isn’t going to make him feel better, in fact he’d probably feel even more shitty that she was expecting a win for him and he ‘let her down’.

He drops his head into his hands, letting out a noise that’s halfway between a sigh and a whine. “What is his problem with me? Because if it’s genuinely got to do with Lando and I being mates,” He groans, shaking his head in disbelief. “Just can’t deal with this right now,”

Before she knows it, Oscar’s being whisked away from her to be weighed and then dragged through endless interviews and media tasks. It’s the absolute last thing he wants to be doing, which is just going to make him more irritated and upset tonight.

Y/N has to come up with something to cheer him up.

Something certainly.

At the end of interviews, when they’re finally allowed to head home, Y/N slips her hand into Oscar’s, squeezing each of his individual fingers as she aligns the time of their feet hitting the floor. He just hums plainly, instead of laughing along with each pinch she gives to his digits. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Her tone is soft as they get into the car, Oscar’s eyebrows furrowed as he clicks his seatbelt in.

Oscar doesn’t need to be offered twice as he immediately shoots off into a rant. “He’s just so immature, he’s almost 30 and driving a 23 year old in his second year off the track. Each time I get blamed for it.” He starts the car, his eyes hyper focused on the road ahead as he just aimlessly insults Carlos. “I mean- he’s just an absolute idiot. I meant it when I asked if he was blind because in what reality did I deserve a penalty and he deserved a spot change?”

Y/N keeps her eyes on him, watching as the muscles of his neck flex and tense, his cheeks getting hot, the veins in his hands becoming infinitely more defined as he grips the steering wheel. She’s ashamed of how turned on it makes her, seeing him like this. Maybe that’s exactly what he needs tonight though.

“And-and, fuck, he’s just soo desperate for another Carlando podium that he’s willing to drive me into a fucking wall just so he can stand on the top step with his precious Lando,” He mocks him, positively seeing red. “I’ve considered Logan my best mate for years longer than those two have known each other yet you don’t see me risking all of Carlos’ races so Logan can get a fucking point,” The swears are just spilling out of his mouth at this point, sounding like a second nature to a degree.

Her hand meets his thigh, rubbing it tenderly as a way to calm him down. “Keep going Osc, just let it all out,” Her voice is thick, warm, and sweet like honey. It’s exactly what he needs right now. He needs her next to him, needs her voice in his ear.

Needs her hands on him.

“I just think he’s an entitled brat who doesn’t deserve a seat,” It’s harsh, but it’s coming straight from the heart. “I’m glad Ferrari dropped him,” It’s said accompanied with a long, drawn out sigh. He’s relieved, finally able to have gotten that all out.

Yet, there’s still a bugging sense of dissatisfaction deep in his bones that he knows he won’t get from continuously insulting the spaniard. Luckily for Oscar, he’s just about pulling into the hotel valet.

With a single look at Y/N, he conveys everything he wants when they get to their hotel room, and lucky for him- she wants the exact same.

They maintain a sense of decorum in the elevator ride up, which can’t be said about each time Oscar has a bad race. Example, the 2023 Belgian grand prix. After his DNF, his mouth had been attached to her neck and his hands on her breasts the second the elevator doors shut.

It had been a very awkward situation to apologise for after a family of four with two very young kids had entered the lift five flights before their hotel room.

But back to now, the second their hotel door clicks shut behind them, Y/N’s taunting him over to the bed with chaste kisses on his cheeks, each one just narrowly avoiding his lips. “You’re a crazy tease, you know that?” He groans, lacing his fingers into her hair and pulling her in for a kiss as they reach the bed.

She replies with an ignorant shrug and a careless smirk, “It’s fun- getting you all riled up. Makes me feel like Carlos,”

Oscar’s touch sears hot against her skin, his glare even worse. “Don’t fucking mention him in our bedroom,” It’s barely a hiss, but it’s enough of a warning to keep her in line. Instead, she decides to take action on him. Her fingers drag along the hem of his polo, tantalising slowly. She doesn’t need to wonder why that is, it's the same as when he does it along the zippers of her dresses or buttons of her blouses.

She wants him to beg for it.

The tips of her fingers jut down to splay across the bulge in his shorts, applying some sort of pressure to the spot. He groans, grabbing her wrist and pushing down harder so she’s fully palming him. He sits on the edge of the bed, looking all pretty and desperate just for her as she continues her ‘massaging’. “You’ll get it Osc, I promise,”

His legs are nudged apart by her hands as she sinks down to her knees in front of him. His eyes light up, his lips red and bitten up from how he’s been chewing down to keep in his whiny noises and begs. Her fingers expertly undo his shorts, poking him so he’ll lift his hips so she can pull the pants and his boxers down in one go.

His cock doesn’t hit up against his stomach when his tight boxers are removed, instead just lays heavy between his muscular thighs. Truly a sight to be seen. “So hard,” Y/N marvels, gently sliding her cupped hand up and down his length. One pump, two pumps. “And needy,” He looks up at him through her lashes to where his bottom lip is tucked under his teeth and his cheeks are flaming red.

Oscar bucks his hops forward instinctively, chasing the high of how good her hand, or mouth preferably, feels. He’s lucky when she doesn’t make him wait too long before she grants his wish, opening her mouth, flattening her tongue, and taking the majority of his length into her mouth.

Y/N’s toes curl in an attempt to remove her somewhat of a gag reflex she has. Today, she wants to take him as deep as she can and make him feel as good as possible. It’s deeper than she was expecting, which is definitely a win in her books. Pulling back slightly, she focuses on the head for the time being.

A string of praises spill past his lips, “Fuck, yes, so so good.” His hand snakes into hold her hair, keeping her head in place as he gradually goes deeper. “Taking me so good, sucking me off like an angel,” Her lips stretch around his thickness, her eyes void of any emotion beyond lust as she stares up at him.

Y/N’s tongue glides back and forth along the underside of his cock, disgustingly loud sucking noises filling up the entire hotel room. He cups her cheek, his thumb dragging along the bulging of her cheek. His hips inch forward, his cock stuffing her mouth full and moving towards doing the same for her throat.

Y/N feels insanely good, and maybe even too good. Panic fills her head, what if Oscar’s still thinking about pleasuring her over himself. It’s typical Oscar, catering each sexual experience to prioritise her and her pleasure, even if it means he doesn’t cum as quickly as expected. Steadying her hands on his thighs,she pulls back gradually, “Fuck my mouth,” It’s not a question, suggestion, or even request.

It’s a straight up demand.

“What, why?” His voice is more broken and weak than she’d expected. Hers is too, but that’s to be assumed when someone has a cock prodding the back of their throat.

“Because I'm giving you head to make you feel good. This isn’t about my pleasure Osc,” Her voice is absolutely ruined and will likely be even worse by the end of this. Y/N cuts him off before he can begin to protest, which once again, she knows he will. “No but-s Oscar, just fuck my face,” He gives into the carnal desire as his hips begin to snap back and forth, burying into her throat.

Drool spills out over her bottom lip and down her chin, her mind fuzzy without another tangible thought besides giving Oscar the best blowjob possible. Her jaw is aching but it’s ignored as she solely cares about getting him to orgasm. He huffs and groans, continuously sending praises mixed with harsh insults of calling her a slut and a whore as he gets more shallow with his thrusts, clearly very much so on edge.

She takes advantage of his situation, suckling solely on the sensitive tip as he warns her that he’s “So close Y/N, I’m ‘bout to cum,” The fact that she doesn’t budge or show any signs of slowing down tells Oscar enough. With three pumps of her hand on his cock, he’s spilling out into the wet heat of her mouth. As if time and consciousness is slipping further from her, his index and middle fingers tap her cheek to get her to pull off, then again to tell her to swallow.

Her jaw goes lax to show the proof that she did what he told her to as he takes his shirt off, gently wiping a mixture of cum and drool off her chin. Her eyes fight so hard to focus on the glorious sight of his toned abdomen and well filled in muscles as he cleans her up, but she’s so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she not only gave, but genuinely got from that experience.

Oscar scoops Y/N up onto the bed, arranging her under the sheets so he can cuddle up against her, his chest to her back and his arms slung loosely around her stomach. “That was perfect,” He murmured, pecking at her cheek and ear as a further thank you.

Her throat does indeed ache, but it’s a worthy pain. “You’re not as upset about what happened with Car-” She can’t even finish the spanish ferrari’s name or her question before her boyfriend has his hand squished over her mouth.

“No saying his name,” He shakes his head, tutting disapprovingly. “But yes, I feel much better. Thank you babe,”

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mommybard · 8 months

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You know how in some lewd stories they have those pills that can change or corrupt people? I need those to become real because I’m stuck with a thought that I just can’t get out of my head.

Getting just the cutest little thing as a roommate. Befriending them. Gaining their trust. Hanging out with them. And then…well, slipping some of those into their food and drink. Not enough to give them an overnight change, where’s the fun in that? No, just enough for small changes here and there that their mind will rationalize away until it's too late~

Increased libido? That’s not too hard to explain away, some people's sex drives tend to ramp up or slow down for various reasons. So it’s not too hard for them to accept when they find themselves masturbating as the first thing when they wake up and the last thing before going to bed. Granted, they’re suddenly wanting more but…well, that could just be anything. Definitely not caused by the cookies I made them~

The changes to their body? Well that's easy enough at first. Sometimes people gain a bit of weight, or clothes shrink in the wash. That has to be the reason those jeans seem to be clinging a bit more, hugging their hips, barely able to get up over their ass. And they have been going to the gym…maybe its just finally seeing the results of the work out? As for their chest…well its just more sensitive it all. Could really be anything. Probably not that fresh horchata I made them~

The changes keep coming. Any rational person would've probably scheduled a check up to find the cause. And they meant to do that, honestly! Its just…their focus has been preoccupied recently. It started off with just finding themselves occasionally day dreaming about lewd things. Being forced to their knees and made to worship a domme. What it would be like if their friends lost all respect for them as a person and started to use them like a free use toy. How good it would feel to not have to think but instead just be the bestest little pet, spending their day under the desk of someone who does the thinking and worrying for them as they fill their day with loyal service to that person.

But its been taking up more of their brainpower. The last few times when they meant to make the call they got distracted when they opened their phone and saw the smutty story they had been touching themselves to earlier…and, well…spend the next few hours playing with themselves. Similar thing happened when they tried to do it on the computer. They meant to type in the website! But as they started it auto suggested a porn site and…gods way they would give to get fucked like that.

Poor thing being forced to wear less and less as they run out of clothes that genuinely fit anymore. Thinking they're being subtle about how drooly they'll get mid conversation. That the walls are thick enough that I can't hear them desperately fucking their holes raw on toys they rushed to order.

Until I give them the final pill. One that pushes them into a deep heat. Full strength, not the careful doses I used with the other drugs. Watching them drink it down without even realizing, laughing to myself when they rush to their bedroom to “study”. Letting them go for a few hours, long enough for them to realize that need deep inside them isn't getting satisfied with their fingers or toys. They need something more. Something real.

And of course, like the good friend I am, I offer to help them out. Wouldn't want them to try to rush out in their state. There are so many evil people out there who might take advantage of them and their trust! I wouldn't want that now, would I~?

#nsft post #tw drug #drug tw #tw drugging #drugging tw

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threepandas · 2 months

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Bad End: Chosen

I used to love Otome games.

Used to love the genre, predictable as it could sometimes be. It was bright. Fun. A colorful bit of escapism built on love and power fantasies. I read the books. Watched the animes. Engaged with the fandoms freely and with an enthusiasm I can barely remember now.

It was a lifetime ago.

Before I... before, like a monkey's paw wish, I got granted every OI fan's DREAM. I somehow, someway, died and was reborn. A genuine isekai all of my own. I laugh now... I really do... I was so fucking EXCITED.

I was a FOOL.

The world is not a story. PEOPLE are not characters. You can not push the "right" social imput buttons and have a happy ending pop out. Time moves as it always has and always will. Day by day. And? Just because you are HERE? Does not mean you are SPECIAL.

I was old enough to know that, thank the Gods. Or I would have made a likely terrible mistake. Probably a fatal one, by now.

How, you may ask? Surely if you are reborn, you are special! Important to the "plot"! HA. Ah yes, the all forsaken PLOT. That damnable thing, chaining out fates and making us dance, like toys, for the Gods amusement. No, I was merely a replacement part for one worn out and broken down. A soul that gave up.

This dance repeats, you know.

They aren't done with us yet. Not bored of us, all the twists and turns we might take. She could not keep fighting. Keep raging. And so she was replaced. Now I live... a changeling in her place. Knowing my role yet careful to defy it. But... oh...

Oh, how almost IMPOSSIBLE it is to defy it.

I am supposed to HATE her. The Protagonist. The Chosen One. Saintess and beloved. The God's special little thing. Showered in adoration and silks, pampering and protection. While we all DIE. In this, their STUPID fucking Holy War, that we CAN NOT WIN, against "The Dark".

How HELPFUL, my liege. How incredibly SPECIFIC. Is "The Dark" the demons that tore apart my squadron a fortnight ago or the undead that rose and devored an entire village of terrified innocents? How do we STOP them? END this infinite string of atrocities?

Oh? "Only the SAINTESS can push back The Dark"? Well then! It's a good thing she safely tucked away in the CAPITAL THEN, isn't it!? Far from the front lines where we NEED her! Thank the GODS she's getting her chance to play "fuck, fuck, marry!" with the nation's finest while we all DIE!

I remind myself again, desperately, I am not allowed to hate her.

If I hate her, I become an antagonist in this little play. Doomed to die a gruesome and needless death. My men need me. The people need me. The live and breathe and fear for their lives. At the mercy of cruel God's who do not care.

I almost... It is enough that I almost wish my Master was here. But no, HE stayed back at the Magic Tower. Lost interest in me the second the merest HINT that his beloved pet prophecy might be about to be fulfilled. I was his student for most of my life. Chased up and down that mind-bending hellhole for years, giving my everything to meet his every standard.

Does he even remember my name?

Ha ha... gods, as I stare down at the battle map, one of so SO many... I feel brittle. How long will we fight? How many of my men must DIE, before that God coddled BITCH gets off her ass and comes to do her JOB?! We've lost Redwell. Lakehill is covered in ghouls. And no one we sent near the forests of Mirth ever reports back.

But at least the crown prince is getting his fucking birthday party while his people starve. While they run for their lives. Cower from demons and the damned. Because his Twue Woooove~ can't be allowed to put her dainty little self in DANGER now CAN she?!

I'm seething. Furious. Nails digging into the wood on the table before me. I know I should be planning... but I just... gods, I just so ANGRY. So tired. How long can this continue? Am I going to die here, just so those fuckers can DRAMATICALLY "save the day" at the last second? As though they had not let thousands die? Only for it all to begin again? What am I supposed to d-?

Like a roll of thunder and an earthquake combined, the non-physical world SHAKES.

Weight. POWER. Like a mountain appearing from no where, to drop down upon us all. It is CRUSHING. And every bit as dark as being buried beneath tons on soil and stone. My legs nearly give out. My grip on the table before me the only thing keeping me up and alarm bells start clanging outside my tent.

This is it.

I don't know what's about to happen, but I can FEEL it. I... I can not possibly hope to win. It's over. I know, in my heart, I will go out there and fight. Die. Because I refuse to die cowering. Because maybe it'll make a difference for my friends, for the others, for those that yet live. Every monster I slay is one less they fight.

But... this is it.

It's over.

I wish I felt braver. Glorious and filled with light. A beacon of hope, perhaps. But all I can offer is fear and anger and SPITE. Locking my knees so I can stand. Blinking away the tears so I can grit my teeth and bare them. Grabbing my staff so can go a die with the others. Today I shall burn the world. I promised myself.

Take them with you.

Take every last one of those fuckers WITH YOU.

The battle is ugly. It always is and always will be. I heal where I can but kill faster the most can blink. Waves of fire. Blood turned to ice turn to shrapnel bombs turned to flying storms of blood ice shards. Wind attacks and void pockets. Puppets made of mud and rock and bits of armor. The blood of the fallen only making it all that much stronger, that much more terrible.

Magic in war hold no beauty.

I wish I never had to see it again.

"Grandlearner, you've been practicing." A rich voice observed from behind me, sounding pleased. "Good~"

Between one instance and the next, the crushing ocean of power moves between the far side of the battle field to right behind me. I move, spin. Fire my strongest short-range piercing in the desperate hope to gut the man now far too close. I... am effortlessly countered.

He didn't even have to move his hands.

There, standing in the heart of an open battle field, is a man in impeccable fomal clothes. Spotless, dispite the ash and dust, the blood and gore. Almost inhuman in his otherness, compared to the death and suffering surrounding him. He looks like a proper well-to-do gentleman ready for a stroll. The sort of ambiguously ageless bachelor that had haunted the royal university's halls every time I was sent there, to collect something for the Tower.

Too old to be some boyish flirt, too young to be a rougish mistake. It feels false. Mocking. Like a mask held up by some grinning beast. Something older then it seems, effortlessly blending in with the Power of the current age, all the better to play them like fools.

Then the words register and my blood runs cold.

"Learner". It's what a Master calls their personal magical students at the Tower. There are lineage, of a sort. Like bloodlines, almost. Since most never leave. A way to pass on your teachings. Your name and traditions. It's not like we often have the chance to have biological kids. Too busy with our studies. So it's considered effectively the same.

My Master's Master. Who was said to be one of, if not THE, greatest Mages of the last thousand years, possibly longer. Said to have simply vanished one day. Rumored to have "lost his mind" and left the Tower for places unknown after some great argument. Foremost expert on The Dark.

Now standing h...here. Right... Right here. With the enemy army. Of dark and terrible things. The very abominations he once studied "academically". Oh gods. It doesn't take much to put two and two together.

"I've come to collect you, my dear." He says, the very picture of charm as my men scream and suffer around him. As they fight for their lives against his monstrosities. As... as they LOSE. "It has come to my attention, that my unfortunate disappointment of a student has been neglecting his duties to you."

He sweeps his hat gallantly from his head, holding it against his heart at just the right angle, as though offering to merely take me for a stroll. Picture perfect etiquette. As though this were high society and not a warzone. The disconnect stuns me for long moments. "Collect" me?

He strolls forward. Expensive shoe leather somehow unstained by the terrible muck of the battlefield. The blood and mud, the spell water and ash. Amusement rolling off every line of his form, as I try to keep the distance between us. As I struggle against the sucking filth to keep my feet under me.

"I would like to say I am surprised... but honestly? I am not. He always WAS easily distracted by shiny trinkets of little worth. The shinier the better. Like an empty headed little magpie. Disgusting really, how little he values loyalty. I DID try to instill some values. Hard work. Good, honest, study. Some modicum of rationality..."

"It did not work." He sighs, stepping over the fallen body of my Cordelia, my reserve healer. Gods, please no, I told her to RUN... "Unlike myself of course. I, my dear, know EXACTLY what your worth. How you have been WASTED on that little ingrate. It truely has been a theme with him, hasn't it?"

"Tossing aside anything who doesn't fit his perfect little vision. His Master, his Learner, nothing is sacred to him. All he shall ever care for is his little divine tart, won't he?"

The grin that spills across his mouth is like poison through veins, it terrifies me. His face is arranged in a mask of pleasantry. But the look in his eye... that look was coldly covetous. The sort of hunger that would sooner kill than release its hold. It wasn't lustful, I was a child too him. An infant. But I was, perhaps, all that remained. The last piece of his lineage he could possibly still steal away. Corrupt.

I refused.

It... it did not matter much, in the end.

Every spell, he counters. Every attack, he matchs with effortless neutralization. The well of his magic is like the sea. Deep, dark, and crushing. I rage against it, even knowing I stand no chance. I... I have to TRY. I can do no less. Even as I slowly collapse.

Water and ice, electricity and transformation, wind and fire. I try to EXPLODE HIS ORGANS for the Gods sake. In the end, with nothing left, the well of my magic nearly bone dry... I swing at him. Put my back in to it. A staff is a staff after all. It even has a pretty hefty rock in it. It'd probably take out a few teeth.

He, of course, catches it.

Bastard.

He looks CHARMED. Utterly delighted. As though my defiance and struggle are some cute little game. The tantrum of an adorable child that does not wish to submit to their nap. The world swayed as my body begs me to just pass out. To escape within myself. Recover. My legs can no longer hold me. I glare. At last, long last, I let myself HATE.

If that BITCH had just DONE HER JOB. I would not be here, at the mercy of a mad man. While she frolics about, in her happy little tale of love and misunderstandings? I have suffered. People have died! The world has fallen to slow and crumbling RUIN.

Gloved hands cupped my cheeks.

"That's it, little one~ My precious child. Get angry. RAGE for me. Let Master see your fire~" thumbs stroked my cheeks. Looming and entirely too close. There is a glee in that eye, a madness. "We are going to set this world FREE. You? Oh dearest you are utterly PERFECT. Master will take care of everything, understand? All you have to do?"

"Is give in."

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nonranghaes · 1 year

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warnings: spider mentions bc writer is terrified and needs to write comfort. this is idol au, btw. (also readers in a polyamorous relationship with both chris and felix, just a heads up)

chris jolts awake when he feels you tugging at his sleeve, barely opening his eyes by the time you speak up.

“christheresahugespidercanyoupleasegogetridofit--”

it’s... a lot. it’s clear that you’re terrified (although his brain hasn’t deciphered what you said yet), and he sits up, reaching out to pull you in. on the other side of the bed, he can feel felix stir from his own slumber--and he hears him stifle a yawn. chris just focuses on you, though, “honey--”

you sniffle, fingers dinging into his arm as you hold him by the forearms, “please go get it before it moves--”

he doesn’t even have to decipher what you said anymore. he knows only one thing gets you this scared, and he gently pulls you in further until you’re actually sitting on the bed. “it’s okay,” he says, “i’ll go catch it. don’t worry,” he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head, getting out of bed. “i won’t come back until it’s gone, okay?”

you nod frantically, and chris mumbles felix’s name to rouse him further. felix turns over, gaze meeting chris’s--although he quickly nods toward you, redirecting the attention--and he understands. he kicks off the blankets, crawling over to you as chris takes his leave as designated-spider-getter.

“it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, drawing you in for a hug. “chris will get it.”

your breath hitches, and felix can feel as you start to cry. it’s a frustrating fear to have--felix knows, as does chris, because you’ve cried to them before about how you wish you could just be normal about those eight-legged little things--and you know that they’re far more afraid of you than you are of them. or, well, that’s what everyone tells you. you haven’t seen a spider have a breakdown because of you, but what do you know?

he holds you, gently tracing hearts on your back as he lets you cry your fears out. felix’s lips press against your softly, just for a second, before he pulls you in again. he draws your face into his shoulder, gently talking you through it. when he finally draws back, once your cries have stifled, he begins searching around.

“where’s bbokari...?” he mumbles. when he and chris are away, the plushies they gave you take their place (... alongside the others, sometimes, but you don’t tell them about that since you’ll never live it down). he moves, patting around until he hears chris come back. “hey,” he calls out, voice raspy with sleep, “do you see bbokari?”

chris stops for a moment with a “hm?” but looks over to your dresser where the group was last assembled. he reaches for the little chick, tossing him over to felix. he returns to bed soon enough after felix moves out of the way, gently guiding you back to the middle of the bed by the arm. he’s pushed bbokari into your arms, and already snuggled in next to you as chris pulls the blankets back over you all.

“it’s okay,” chris presses a kiss against your shoulder. “it’s gone. i took it outside. we’ll protect you, baby.” there’s a teasing lift to his voice, but you know he genuinely means it.

“mmhm,” felix sounds, planting a soft kiss against your lips. “we’ve got you,” he promises. “alright?”

you snuggle in, both of your boyfriends cuddling in to keep you as safe as they can. it takes you a while to get back to sleep... but it helps to have your silly saviors nearby, always happy to catch and release the spiders and soothe you with as many kisses as it takes.

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Otherwise known as Seven Minuets in Heaven Part. 2 ;)

Find Part One Here!

Dating isn't easy, and falling in love is even harder. Ryomens love for you isn't up for debate, you're the only girl he's ever felt this way about. What is questionable though is if he's ready to leave his playboy life for you. Were diving back into the Modern Day Frat Boy AU

Warning: This fic contains smut, fingering, cunnilingus, a creampie- you know the drill, as well as Hurt/Comfort, possessive themes (especially in the smut), yandere themes if you squint, and a very much unwanted kiss. Reader discretion is advised <3

It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story technically starts four months ago, and about a week after your first personal encounter with Ryomen Sukuna.

“Hey man, are you gonna eat that?” Gojo asked, pointing to Ryomens waffle. Sukuna barely looked up from his phone before pushing the plate over to the white haired man, who took it greedily. The act caught the attention of group empath (derogatory) Suguru Geto, who raised an eyebrow at Ryomen from the other side of his coffee cup.

“You feelin’ ok man?” He asked, setting the mug down.

“She still hasn’t responded to my text, but she read it. Is this what getting ghosted feels like?” Ryomen asked, finally looking up from his phone, “This shit blows, why do I keep doing it to people?”

“Because you’re a creep.” Nanami said without thinking from behind his book, ignoring the glare from both Suguru and Sukuna.

“Is this about the girl from the party?” Geto questioned, failing horribly to hide his genuine shock. “You haven’t moved on yet?”

“Can’t blame him, she was hot as fuck.” Gojo pointed out, not even bothering to swallow the food in his mouth. A move that would backfire when Suguru hit his back, causing him to choke.

“It’s not for a lack of trying!” Ryomen said, pointedly ignoring Satoru, “Trust me, I have. I even tried hooking up with that one girl from the Kappa Phi Beta sorority, fucking....” He snapped his fingers to try and remember her name, “Yuki? I think?”

“And?” Gojo asked.

“I couldn't go through with it!” He snapped, more in frustrated with himself than anything else, “I felt like…wrong about it, like dirty. I faked a stomachache to get her to go home.”

“Uh huh.” Suguru said, sharing a concerned glance with Gojo. “Go on.”

“The whole time I was just thinking about Y/n.” He sighed, now earning Nanamis attention too, “About what she would think, and what if she finds out and it hurts her, I just…I couldn't do that.” Ryomen grumbled, resting his cheek on the table. It felt good to vent. Until he realized all three of his friends were looking at him as if he had just grown a second set of arms and two more eyes. “What?” He asked.

“Ryomen…” Suguru started slowly, trying to think of how to put this gently, “You…are a fucking moron.”

“Poor bastard..” Nanami muttered, shaking his head.

“This bitch got his dick wet once and fell in love.” Satoru laughed. Ryomens entire soul flinched at the suggestion, and panicked at the notion it could be right.

“No, absolutely not, that’s insane.” He insisted, sitting back up. “I’ve known her for like, a week! Who falls in love in a week?!” Frat boys in fan fiction, thats who.

“Then why are you getting so caught up in the fact she hasn’t texted you back?” Suguru asked. This was not helping Ryomens panic.

“Because it’s weird! Normally girls text me back immediately.”

“Right, so why does it matter so much that this one hasn’t?”

“Because…because!-”

“Because you’re in love.” Gojo giggled.

“Say that one more time Satoru and I’ll put Nair in your shampoo bottle.” Sukuna threatened. Satoru was suddenly very quiet.

“You still haven't answered the question,” Geto reminded him.

“It’s because I don’t want the other girls to text me back! I want her to! I want her attention, I want to talk to her, I want- Oh god damn it.” His ramblings turned into a near whine as he dropped his head into his hands at the realization. Suguru patted his back, trying to be comforting.

“It’s okay man, it happens to the best of us.” He assured him. He handed him his coffee cup, “Here, try this. It might help.” Ryomen had no fucking clue how black coffee was supposed to help, so of course he had to try it. The moment it hit his tongue he realized why it was supposed to help, almost spitting the drink out at the shock of the flavor. That wasn’t coffee. He looked up at who claimed to be the responsible one.

“Fucking Kahlua?” He asked. Geto shrugged.

“Technically its a black russian, so some vodka too.”

“Suguru It’s seven am.”

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Two weeks after that conversation, you still hadn’t left that poor fools mind. "Either I didn't hear you right or you've picked up a coke habit." You scoffed. He shook his head.

"Nah, coke's a rich person drug. A lowly college student like me can only afford crack."

"They're the same thing, different forms."

"Tell that to the law." He shrugged. You dropped the argument there, knowing he had a point. You just rolled your eyes.

"Then I must not have heard you correctly." You groaned, "why are you inviting me to go fuck at your dorm at," you checked your phone, "8:17 AM?" He grinned and you wanted to punch him in the face. That grin never failed to make your heart flutter and squeal and want to marry him. Stupid fucking heart.

"I never said hook up, I asked if you wanted to go on a date.” Ryomen clarified, “Like, to go get lunch or something.” And this is where your confusion came in. You had been casually sleeping with Ryomen for a few weeks now, which was fun. But you had convinced yourself he would never want anything more. Why would he? You thought he had a roster of beautiful women getting in and out of his bed, why would he give that up to be with just one? It didn’t make sense to you.

“Ryomen, I thought we agreed we were going to keep it casual.” You reminded him. It was the unwritten contract the two of you agreed to when you started hooking up. It was to keep both of you from getting hurt feelings. He sighed and raised his hands in defense.

“Okay, not a date.” He paused for a second, “Hey, do you wanna like, go get dinner tonight, maybe catch a movie and then head back to mine?” He asked. You felt a blood vessel pop. At this point in your “relationship” with him, you were almost positive the only thing he kept behind those pretty doe eyes was the god damn audacity.

"Ryomen, that sounds like a date." You pointed out.

"Does it?" He played dumb, "well, if you insist we can make it a date." He fucking grinned again.

"No."

"Oh come on!" He said it loudly enough to earn a sharp shush from the teacher, reminding him that other people were here to learn not date. He rolled his eyes and returned to a whisper. "What's the worst thing that could happen if you go out with me?" He asked.

What's the worst thing that could happen? Easy: You fall in love. You already knew you liked him way more than any reasonable person would or should. His sense of humor fell in line perfectly with yours, you had similar taste in music and movies, and you knew that he was more caring than he would ever care to admit; a trait you noticed from watching him interact with his friends. To top it all off, he was smart as hell, and he was about as beautiful as God said the Devil would be. He was fucking dangerous, and so easy to love, you couldn't blame any of the girls that fell before you.

And that was the issue. Ryomen had a vice, and it was women. You’d seen it in action on campus, the way past flings would come up to him to try and rekindle something that was never lit in the first place. And he ate that shit up. He loved basking in the attention given to him, and if it made you jealous now, you couldn’t imagine the fights you’d get into if he was officially yours. And you really didn’t need a criminal record.

"What's the worst that could happen?" You reiterated, "I get Syphilis."

"I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but if that was the case you'd already have it." He chuckled. Yeah, you walked right into that one. You pinched the bridge of your nose, repressing the urge to yell at him that it was way too early for this shit.

"Ryo-"

"I love it when you call me that."

"-Men, Ryomen let me finish," you groaned, "I'm really trying to pay attention here, can you just drop it?" You sighed in exasperation.

"Sure, if you agree to go out with me." He smirked.

"Why are you so desperate for this date?!" You struggled to maintain a whisper, "Isn’t what we’re doing right now enough? You’re already getting what you want out of me, why do you want more?"

Ryomen felt himself shatter, like a wine glass being forced to endure Mariah Careys’ high note. He thought the two of you had moved past your perception of him as a fuck boy using you for you body but, apparently not. Did you not know? Did you not know you were the only woman that was allowed to sleep in his bed? The only girl who he brought to just casually hang out with his friends? The only person in the world that he had ever cuddled with? He didn’t talk about his after graduation plans with any of those other girls. He didn’t talk about his little brother, or why he was a business major to them. He didn’t stay up all night talking to them because he just wanted to hear their voice. All of that was reserved for you. You had no idea just how special you were to him.

"Because I don't just want your body, I want you!" He said just a little bit too loudly. Great, now people were looking, "You've all I've been thinking about for weeks, do you know how weird this is for me?! I'm going crazy over you, and you won't even give me a chance, You won’t let me prove to you that you’re important to me!” You could feel the eyes of the classroom drill into you, and it made you want to shrink away. Something had to give.

"If I agree to go on one, count them, one" you held up a finger for emphasis, "date with you, will you shut up?"

"Without hesitation."

"Fine, then shut up." You chastised him.

"Wait, so is that a yes?" He smiled wide, and if he was a dog his ears would have perked up.

"That's not shutting up!" You reminded him, "it's only a yes if you don't say another word this entire class period." He beamed as he nodded, giving the universal sign for 'My Lips Are Zipped' as he settled into his seat, and you wondered what the hell you had gotten yourself into.

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“You dress way too extravagant for him.” Mei Mei sighed as she saw your outfit. You didn’t see where she was coming from. A tight, albeit plain, black mini dress with pumps was hardly what you would call extravagant. Though, you supposed in the context of your typical wardrobe it was quite the contrast. But, this was your fifth date with Ryomen, and he told you to dress nice. You thought back to your one date stipulation, and almost laughed. You really didn’t expect that first date to go so well.

“Aren’t you the one that told me there’s nothing wrong with dressing up for a date?” You asked as you finished putting on your earrings. She rolled her eyes as you threw that back at her.

“Yeah, if you think your relationship with the guy might actually go somewhere it’s fine.”

“Who’s to say my relationship with Ryo won’t go somewhere?” You scoffed as you turned to her. She scoffed back.

“Ryo?” She all but sneered, “Gross. And it won’t go anywhere because it’s Ryomen Sukuna. He’s like, the literal definition of manslut. He’s going to break your heart Y/n, and you’re not even his official girlfriend. You’re his toy.” Mei muttered. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You knew her condescension came from a place of concern. Mei Mei had been with a lot of guys, and had her heart broken by even more. You almost took what she said into consideration. Then you remembered she had never really expressed concern for you before your situationship, and quickly brushed her off.

“He’s waiting for me.” You smiled at her as you left your shared dorm. You found him standing outside the building, exactly where he said he’d be. He always looked handsome, but tonight he looked damn near dashing. The black dress shirt and slacks worked for him, especially with the sleeves rolled up. He grinned when he saw you, and your heart squealed like a school girl in a shoujo anime. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t walk a little faster to get into his arms.

“Hey gorgeous,” He laughed as he picked you up in one of his signature bear hugs. You could get lost in the comfort of his arms. He sat you down with an adoring smile.

“Hey Handsome,” you winked, “Ready for our date?” He was taking you to a super upscale restaurant downtown. One of those places where you have to make the reservation like, a week in advance and pay way too much for not enough food. Admittedly, it made you kinda nervous.

“No, not at all,” His confession was disguised with a joke. He was as nervous as you were. “I have to give you something first.” By the power of plot, it was only then that you noticed the thin box in his hand. He lifted it up, presenting it to you as if he was a jeweler as he opened it. You didn’t quite process what you were looking at at first. It was a small white gold, cursive R with small rubies embedded into the stem of the letter. The pendent hung from a dainty white gold chain, and every ounce of your poor kid blood just knew that necklace cost more than your parents rent.

“Ryomen, what the fuck?” You asked, not fully processing the situation.

“I like to mark what’s mine.” He shrugged with a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to take it, but I bet it would look good on you.”

“I look good in everything,” You said, taking it out of the box to admire it. It really was a beautiful piece of custom jewelry. Your first reaction was to reject the gift. Gifts like these didn’t come without conditions, expectations. You knew that by accepting the necklace, you were accepting Ryomen. You couldn’t deny your situation anymore, couldn’t delude yourself into thinking the two of you were less than what you were. You’d have to accept the reality in front of you, the future in front of you. You looked at him and felt the smile tug at your lips. “Will you put it on me?”

“Gladly.” He said, trading you box for necklace. As he fastened the ornate safety clasp around your neck, he leaned down. “I trust you know this means you’re my girl, yeah?” He whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You hummed, placing a hand on his head to hold him still while you kissed his cheek. Mei Mei was gonna be pissed.

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“Look, we’ll only be there for like, thirty minuets,” Sukuna groaned, rubbing his temple with his left hand. “ABO is throwing the party, so all of us have to show some face.”

“Do you have to show some face, or sell some weed?” You asked, crossing your arms as the two of you walked down the street. In the two months you had been with Sukuna, you had been to more parties than you could count. Which was really starting to stress you out, considering you fucking hated parties.

“Why cant it be both?” he sighed.

“You still haven’t explained why I need to come.” You huffed, pulling down your short dress. You had been trying to put more effort into your appearance lately, and experimenting with just how much skin you were comfortable showing. Sometimes you got it right, sometimes you didn’t.

“I told you babe, guys are fucking idiots. They wanna buy drugs from the guy with the prettiest girl on his arm, and when you’re with me, I’m always that guy.” He smirked, hoping that was going to diffuse the situation at least a little bit. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t.

“Really? You’re flirting with me? Right now?” You scoffed.

“It was worth a shot, right?” He shrugged.

“I’m going to fucking bite you!” you threatened, stopping in your tracks to emphasize how pissed off you were. He sighed again as he stopped and turned to face you. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, fighting the grin that came up as he noticed the slight shock on your face. He managed to suppress it though, and put his puppy dog eyes into action for evil.

“I know you don’t want to go babygirl, I’m sorry,” He murmured to you, ghosting the back of his knuckles along your jawline, “But will you go? For me? I’m only asking for thirty minuets.” Fuck. Fuck. This was a dirty tactic and he fucking knew it. You sighed, dropping your forehead onto his chest, and hugging him back as he pulled you into a proper embrace.

“Fine, but…can you promise me you’re not going to flirt any other girls there? Or let them flirt with you?” You muttered.You didn’t just hate parties for the drunken social aspect of them, though that was a part of it. No, you hated them because they always started fights in your relationship. Normally, you loved being with Ryomen. He was sweet and caring, and you knew he loved you. But he also had a problem with leading on other girls.

You knew his attention whore antics would be a problem, and while you believed him when he said it was never physical- just flirting, that he didn’t even realize he was doing it, it always hurt you anyway. There was always a seed of doubt that it wasn’t as subconscious as he claimed. That maybe he didn’t love you as much as he said he did.

“Of course baby girl, you know you’re my one and only.” He promised, wrapping his arm around you as he walked you to the fraternity house. You had a sinking feeling in your soul this was a bad idea, one that only got worse as you saw all the drop dead gorgeous women in the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks, want anything?” He asked, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll come with.” You said, following Ryomen to the kitchen. There sat Nanami in his designated spot behind the bar, half heartedly listening to an art major talk about the impressionist movement. He was nodding along like he understood, like he was engaged, but there was no light behind his eyes. You felt bad for the art major.

Ryomen grabbed two cups of the frat jungle juice for the two of you. You took yours and quickly started to chug without even considering who made it, and almost immediately gagged at the burn. You managed to choke it down after a fight for your life. “What the hell is in that?!” You snapped.

“Oh, Suguru made the juice this time,” Nanami said, taking any opportunity to leave the art history conversation, “It has like, an entire bottle of everclear in it.”

“An entire bottle?” You asked in disbelief, “Is he okay?”

“No.” Nanami scoffed, as if you should know.

“Hey, Ryomen!” Satoru laughed as he and Suguru spotted Sukuna. They walked into the kitchen. “And Y/n!” Gojo gasped when he saw you, always shocked to see you at these events no matter how many you attended. He ran over and hugged you, causing you to chuckle softly and Ryomens eye to twitch. He quickly got in between you two, pulling you from Satorus arms and into his. Gojo rolled his eyes, but otherwise let it go.

“I’m glad you could make it!” He smiled.

“I always do,” You laughed to hide your frustration with that statement.

“We’ve got a beer pong table set up outside, wanna play?” Suguru asked. There was a beat before you realized.

“Wait, me?” You asked, a little shocked. You fully expected him to be talking to Ryomen.

“Yeah, you,” He chuckled, “You’re our Fraternity Sweetheart, we gotta show you off somehow, right?”

“She is not the frat sweetheart.” Ryomen scoffed before you could process the information.

“Oh yes she is!” Gojo declared, “Everyone on campus knows it!” Everyone except you apparently.

“No, shes not!” Ryomen insisted. He hated that they called you that. It made him feel like he had to share you with them, a thought that made him actively violent. They could find some other sorority sister to be their sweetheart, but you were his. “Nanami, back me up here.”

“Sorry man, I’m with the boys on this one.” He shrugged, “She’s at all of our events, she’s here every weekend, the chapter loves her.” Oh he did not like the verbiage used there.

“I love how you guys all thought to ask me how I felt about this, so very thoughtful of you.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all.

“Yea, exactly! You don’t even want to be a sweetheart, do you baby girl?” Ryomen asked, fully turning to you. A realization hit you like a truck trying to teleport you to a fantasy world. Something in the way he said baby girl, in how intense he was in fighting against the tittle. Ryomen was jealous. Of course, this was nothing new, but the idea of him being jealous of these guys just felt so absurd to you. You were used to giving into his jealousy, to baby it and tend to it; like a dutiful nurse. Protecting his ego at all cost. Your first instinct was to continue that tradition, but then you thought about it again. He never went out of his way to try and take care of your jealousy. And being a fraternity sweetheart may actually be fun.

“I mean, I am at every single party you guys throw, I might as well be the sweetheart, right?” You smiled and the other guys cheered, even Nanami let out a little whoop! Ryomens eyes looked dark though. He knew exactly what you were throwing in his face. You wanted to say being this petty was unlike you, but since you started dating Ryomen…

“You offered beer pong?” You smiled to Suguru, who gladly took you outside to the table, Satoru tagging along with a reluctant Ryomen dragging behind.

It had been four months since you first slept with Sukuna, and two months since you got together. Sometimes you questioned that decision. Actually, you questioned it a lot. You questioned if he ever actually wanted to be in a relationship, or just liked the idea of it. If he wanted to have someone stable waiting for him at home while he still got to do what- or who- ever he wanted. The way he talked to some of the girls at these parties made you think that was the case. He talked to them almost as if he forgot he had a girlfriend, or worse, as if he resented the fact he had one.

Which was so unbearably confusing for you! He pursued you so fervently, as if he was convinced you were soul mates. You were happy to keep things casual with him for exactly this reason. He was the one that wanted to take things to the next level, He was the one that made things official, hell- He was the first one to say I Love You! And it’s not like he tried to hide you, he posted you on social media, he took you out as often as he could, that motherfucker tried to get a tattoo of your god damn name! Thank God Suguru talked him out of that one. It didn’t make sense to you that he would be this obsessed with you regularly, but the moment he got a few shots in his system and a cute girl approached him it’s like you were a ghost to him. It made you fucking angry.

The air was warm and full of laughing as you played against Satoru.

“Hey, you have to bounce it, you can’t throw it!” He giggled, trying to swat away your ball.

“Oh, but you can swat it?!” You scoffed through smiles, “Unfair rules!” This was your third round, and he only had one cup left. That being said, he was about half way through yours, and you were definitely starting to feel it. It was actually kinda nice to be thoroughly enjoying a party. To feel like you were here to hang out with your friends and not just to please your man.

“Come on Satoru, how are you going to lose to someone who’s wasted?!” Suguru laughed, grabbing your elbow to help steady you. You should have known something was wrong when Ryomen didn’t step in.

“By also being wasted!” Gojo chuckled as he completely missed his shot and you sunk yours. Cheers and hollers erupted in the crowd, and you proudly threw up both hands as you had won again. You felt like a star. Like you were actually cool, and accepted. You felt amazing. You looked over to your darling boyfriend to share the moment with him.

Only to feel every once of warmth leave your body when you saw him talking to another woman. You knew her well, Amanda from your english class. She talked all the time about how hot Ryomen was before the two of you got together, and joked about stealing him after. From the look of that heart wrenching grin he had on while he talked to her, it looked like she had a chance.

“Walk away. Just walk away.” You thought.“Come to me.” She laughed obnoxiously loud at a joke that probably wasn’t even that funny. Even he looked surprised at the reaction he got. Then she got closer. Your body went into rigor mortis as your lungs forgot how to work. “No. Please No.”

She kissed him. The next three seconds felt like three years. You watched her wrap a hand around his neck and pull him closer, wrap another hand in his hair and you fought vomit. It was a tender act you thought was sacred between the two of you. You guessed not. You ran off, not having the heart to watch anymore. You didn’t see him push her away and onto her ass. You didn’t hear him yell at her.

“What the fuck skank?! Why the fuck would you do that?!” He scoffed, aggressively wiping his mouth.

“I-I’m sorry! I just thought the conversation was going well, so-”

“So you fucking kiss me?! Do you do that to every man you have a conversation with?!” He physically spat, “You didn’t even fucking ask! Have you never heard of fucking consent?!”

“Look, I thought-!”

“No, you didn’t think of shit! I have a fucking girlfriend, do you know that?! Jesus fucking christ.” He groaned, walking away from the situation to find you.

You were making your way through the house to go home, fighting tears because you’d be damned if these assholes saw you cry. You swam through the sea of drunken bodies swaying in the house. The bass from the music felt all too intense, the lights all too bright. Everything was just too much. You felt disconnected from and all too aware of your body all at once, and all you really wanted was non-existence.

“Leaving so soon?” Nanami asked from his place on the houses steps as you walked out. He looked up, noticing the tears you had let slip, and his eyes widened a bit. He immediately dropped the asshole act, standing up and placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you okay? Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Ryomen is a cheating bastard.” You managed to gasp through choked breath. This whole not crying thing was so much harder than you thought. That didn’t sound like the Ryomen Nanami knew though. The Ryomen Nanami knew didn’t shut up about his girl. He wanted to marry her after graduation, he was trying to build a life with her. He wouldn’t cheat on her. Something wasn’t right.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but that can’t be right. Theres gotta be a mis-”

“I gotta go Kento.” You whimpered, brushing his hand away. You refused to listen to one of his frat dude friends try to defend him. You took off the R that weighed down on your neck, his claim to you, and handed it to Nanami. You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him again to return it. “Please give that to him, I need to leave.” You muttered, all but running away from the party.

You should have known better. You did know better. You hated that you expected this and still got hurt. Everything just felt so unbearably heavy. When you broke up with your last boyfriend, you just felt numb. You felt about as inconvenienced by it as when they got your order wrong at Mcdonalds. Annoyed, yeah- maybe even pissed off. But ultimately you got over it quick, it had barely hurt your week.

But this? This felt like hell. This felt wrong. Like when a loved one suddenly dies, or if your house burned down while you were away; like the universe was fundamentally broken- turned upside down and left to rot. You felt so fundamentally stupid for giving him a chance. For letting him trick you into thinking he was in anything other than lust. For falling in love with a demon like him. All of the devotion and warmth you held for him tasted so fucking bitter, like it had been preverted and turned into a curse. You wanted to crawl home and tell your mom she was right.

But, your dorm was much closer. “Hey nerd, how was the- oh no.” Mei Mei said, looking up from her laptop as she heard the door open. You looked like a rejected member of Kiss, make up running down your red face, hair a mess from the outside wind.

“Mei mei, he-” You tried to get it out, but just choked on your words, breaking down into the sobs you were holding back. Mei rushed over to wrap her arms around you and keep you from collapsing in on yourself.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so sorry.” She sighed, leading you over to your bed and sitting down with you. She knew what happened without you saying it. She knew it was going to happen. She was mostly just shocked it took this long.

“I’m so stupid..”

“Yea, a little bit.” She confirmed, patting your back and shushing you as you broke into another sob. Your phone went off. She checked it for you, snarling at the ‘where are you?’ text he sent. That motherfucker had a lot of gaul. She tossed your phone into your desk drawer, then went and grabbed the emergency ice cream she kept in her fancy mini fridge. She joined you on the bed with two spoons and her laptop.

“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” She asked, pulling up netflix.

Meanwhile, Ryomen was losing his mind looking for you, and Nanami was losing his mind looking for him. “There you are!” Kento snapped as he finally found Ryomen coming out of their shared dorm.

“Nanami, have you seen Y/n?” He asked immediately, “I can’t find her, and I’m about to start hitting people about it.” He said, running a nervous hand through his hair. He had never lost you for this long before, and he was really starting to panic now. If anything had happened to you, he was going to make tomorrows nine o’clock news.

“Yeah, she ran out like an hour ago saying you cheated on her, is that true?” Nanami asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.

“What?!” Ryomen snapped, grabbing Nanami by the shoulders, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that an hour ago?!”

“Because I’ve been looking for you for an hour dipshit!” He yelled, pushing Ryomen off, “Answer the question!”

“No it’s not fucking true! Why the hell would I do something that fucking stupid?!” Ryomen scoffed at the very idea of such a thing. He remembered his encounter with Yuki, before the two of you had even become casual partners. The thought of trying to be with another woman made him nauseous then, and that feeling had only intensified as your relationship grew.

“Then why does she think that you did?” Nanami questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.

“I don’t know! I-” Shit. He didn’t even finish his sentence before the unwanted kiss flooded his memories. A hit from a sledge hammer wielded by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson would have been softer than the realization that not only did you see the kiss, but thought it was welcomed. Suddenly, he didn't have blood in his veins anymore, only liquid nitrogen. “Oh my god, she saw Amanda kiss me.”

“What?! Ryomen, you said you didn’t che-”

“I didn’t!” He snarled, “She kissed me when I was trying to sell to her. I pushed her off, it was not mutual!” The last thing Suguru and Gojo expected to find when they went to slip off to their room was Nanami and Ryomen fighting in the hall, but, suppose theres a first time for everything.

“Whats going on?” Gojo asked, needing to be in the center of every drama ever.

“Y/n thinks Ryomen cheated on her.” Nanami explained.

“You fucking what?!” Suguru hissed, ready to fight on your behalf.

“I didn’t actually do it!” Ryomen yelled in his own defense. “She saw Amanda kiss me, but I guess missed the part where I yelled at her for assault!”

“Well she’s officially on the ban list.” Satoru stated what everyone else assumed went without saying.

“Wait, where is Y/n now?” Geto asked.

“Home, I assume. It’s where she was going.” Nanami explained.

“I have to go get her.” Ryomen said more to himself than anyone else, attempting to leave before Gojo stopped him.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Satoru asked, “If it just happened, she may not be willing to listen to you yet.”

“No, Ryomen’s right. The longer he lets this sit the worse it’ll get.” Suguru pointed out. “This is something you address immediately.”

“Not necessarily! She may be working it out on her own,” Satoru was being delusional, “I mean, has she broken up with you yet right? Like officially? Cause if not, showing up at her doorstep out of no where may be the end your relationship.” Wait, he had a point.

“No, She hasn’t broken up with me.” Ryomen sighed in almost relief. You two were still together, that ment there was hope. Hope of a conversation, hope to save the future he had built for you two. Maybe all wasn’t lost.

“Yeah, so…about that.” Nanami muttered almost sheepishly as he held up the white gold necklace you had tossed at him. Ryomen felt his soul evacuate his body and the liquid nitrogen in his veins turn into lead. The room was spinning and the only thing he could focus on was the jewels that should have been around your neck. The symbol of your relationship, dangling abandoned from Nanami's fingers. You had left him and he didn’t even know it.

“Shit.” Mai Mai muttered, checking her phone half way through an episode of whatever you had put on. “Shoko got too fucked up and needs a ride home from the bar.” She sighed. You knew what that meant.

“That’s ok,” you managed a smile, “Go make sure she’s safe.”

“Are you going to be okay?” That was a loaded question if you’d ever heard one.

“Yeah Mei, I’m not gonna like, kill myself or something stupid like that.” You forced a laugh to really sell that you were falling apart. Mei gave a concerned face, but knew that Shoko still needed her help.

“I’ll be back in like, an hour, ok?” She said as she grabbed her keys, “If you need anything or god forbid he shows up, call me, ok?” She demanded more than asked.

“Okay, I will.” You sighed, waving off your friend as she left. Once alone, you decided you might as well take the opportunity to get into pajamas. You shuffled to your closet, feeling more like a zombie than much else. That was until you opened the door to reveal Ryomens hoodie hanging up with the rest of your clothes. The icy tendrils of despair returned, and despite your better judgment you pulled the old hoodie down.

He had left it here a few weeks back, and you had been snuggling up in it ever since. At the time it was a major comfort, now it was just another thing to return later. Despite yourself, you still hugged it, imaging you were just hugging him goodbye for some closure. You hoped it would help you let go. Instead what happened is you were greeted with his familiar scent, pine and cigarettes, and your eyes started gushing again.

You collapsed onto your bed as you clung to the fabric, wishing it was him. That tonight had never happened, and he was still yours. It was a nice thought. Your pity party was interrupted by what could only be described as a cop knock on your door. It startled a yelp out of you, and almost scared you enough to make you forget you were sad.

“Y/n, please, let me in.” Mother fucker! Why would he think this was a good idea?!

“No Sukuna, I have nothing to say to you.” You snapped, and he cringed on the other side of the door. He hated when you used his last name for him. It made him feel like his father.

“That’s fine! Just let me say what I have to say.” He begged, “Y/n, it’s not what you think.”

The Audacity

How fucking dare he show up to your door with the worlds lamest fucking excuse and expect it to work?! How fucking dare he act like you didn’t have two working eyes! The rage that filled you with pushed you off the bed and to the door, throwing it open just to smack him across the face. His eyes blew wide at the attack. He had never seen you violent before. He kinda liked it.

“You’re a real fucking douche bag, do you know that?!” You snapped, “You spent fucking months trying to get me to agree to be with you, just to do this to me! Do you know how much this hurts?!”

“Y/n, I-!”

“I’m not done!” You shouted, officially pissing off your across the hall neighbor.

“Take it to your dorm, not the hall!” Utahime yelled from behind her door. You growled, but reluctantly pulled him into your room, closing the door behind the two of you.

“You lead me on for fucking months, fucking months, making me think you loved me and wanted to be with me, just for it to turn out to all be a lie! Then, when you realize you fucked up, you turn up at my door with the lamest excuse known to man! What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?!” You hissed, venom dripping for your lips like thick cyanide.

“She kissed me,” He explained, holding up his hands when he saw you open your mouth to argue, “You asked me what I had to say for myself, right? This is what I have to say, just let me talk.” You closed your mouth reluctantly, waiting for him to continue.

“She started talking to me because she wanted to try pot and knew I had some to sell. I sold her an ounce and we kept talking about her fucking major or some shit. Honestly, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I was just trying to give good customer service. But I guess she was into it, cause out of no where she kissed me. But I didn’t kiss her back, Y/n! I pushed her off of me, I yelled at her that I had a girlfriend, hell, I’m pretty sure I fucking spit on her. You have to believe me Baby, I wanted nothing to do with that!”

He was talking fast and panicked, and not at all like how he normally spoke. Like he was scared for his life, grabbing his hair and trying to control his breathing. His fear almost transferred to you, but all you really wanted was to hug him, to assure him it was okay. A part of you wanted to deny it all, because that was so much easier than admitting you were wrong and jumped to conclusions. That you let Mei Mei and your mother get into your head.

But you knew your boyfriend better than that. You knew that this wasn’t the ramblings of a liar, but the ramblings of a desperate man needing to be heard. The honesty in his eyes, the tremble in his normally steady voice. You thought about how Nanami tried to argue with you when you first accused Ryomen. At the time you refused to hear any of it, but Nanami had never been one to bull shit anyone or defend his fraternity brothers shitty actions. And suddenly, your stomach filled with stones as you realized what you had done, what you had almost thrown away.

“Ryomen,” You muttered, slowly approaching him as if he was a hurt animal.

“I kept looking for you after it happened, I was going to tell you! But you were gone-”

“Ryo,” You tried again to cut through his thoughts, standing close enough now to touch him.

“But then fucking Nanami found me, and he had your necklace, and-” Oh shit, he wasn’t there anymore. You recognized a doom spiral when you saw one. You gently grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at you. Those puppy dog eyes you fell in love with were wide and full of fear, filling you with a sick dread that made your skin feel far too tight.

“Baby, look at me. You’re getting lost in your head.” You said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I ran away instead of just talking to you about what happened.” You sighed.

“Yea that was kinda hypocritical of you.” He nodded.

“Ryomen.”

“I’m just saying, you’re the one talking about how important communication is.”

“And I apologized, did I not?!” You laughed at the emotional whiplash of it all. He let a small smile slip as he watched. He finally felt like he could breathe again. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“I swear, this love shit’s gonna put me in the ground.” He more gasped than laughed, the crash of his body no longer being in fight or flight mode weighing heavy on him.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You huffed, shaking your head as best as you could against his chest. Your body still hadn’t gotten the memo that things were okay now. Your bones still felt like they were shaking in your skin. He parted enough to hook his finger under your chin, tilting your head up at him. Your heart skipped a beat, taking in how soft he looked in the moonlight fluttering in from your window. He was proof god had favorites. He smiled softly to you.

“I think you’re worth it though.” He whispered, before leaning down and pressing his soft lips to yours. It didn’t matter how many times they two of you kissed, your heart always freaked out about it- like a mega fan in the pit at a concert. Your arms instinctively moved to wrap around his neck, he he took you by the hips, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He bit your lip, and took the opportunity of your soft moan to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your body started warming back up, his comforting smell putting your panic response to ease. Your nervous system pulsated back to life, sparks flying in your blood waiting to be caught in his inferno. On one hand, it felt almost wrong to be kissing him so soon after the events of the night- like a betrayal of yourself. On the other, your heart craved him like a drug, his affection gave you a high that nothing else could even come close too. You felt like you were spinning and a heat was quickly pooling in your legs that you knew he could take care of.

One of your hands tangled into his soft pink hair, tugging softly. He took that as his que to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips long enough for him to sit you down on the side of the bed. His kisses moved from your lips to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked soft bruises into your collar bone.

He pushed you back down on the bed, lowering himself to his knees in between your legs, like a sinner praying for forgiveness at an altar.. You were suddenly pretty thankful you hadn’t gotten around to changing yet. He hiked the dress up around your hips, smiling when he saw the underwear you were wearing.

“Black lace, huh?” He teased, forgetting the past like, hour and a half apparently, “Were you planning this sweetheart?”

“I assure you I did not plan on us breaking up.” You laughed. He did not like that you used the words “Breaking Up” and “Us” in the same sentence. It didn’t affect him they way that it did before. It didn’t fill him with that overwhelming feeling of panic that it had earlier. It didn’t freeze him in place. Instead, it just filled him with white hot rage. Surely you knew better than that, right? You were his, you weren’t going anywhere. “Breaking up” was not an option. He just had to remind you who you belonged to.

“Good thing we didn’t break up.” He said. Before you could protest, he pushed your panties to the side and ran his warm tongue along your folds, earning him a soft, pretty gasp from your lips. He smirked to himself, noticing how wet you were from just kissing, gathering the silky liquor on his tongue, and swirling it onto your clit. He started spelling his nickname with his tongue, R. Y. O, R. Y. O, and you were lost to whatever he wanted.

Your body pulsated with electricity, every swipe of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss through your body. You moaned out his name, fingers tangling into his hair to try and keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were made of pop rocks and stars, eyes rolling back in pleasure, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel a tsunami building inside of you, a sea of pleasure threatening to over take you.

“Have I ever told you how sweet you taste?” Sukuna moaned, sliping two fingers inside of your gushing pussy. You mentally added that to the list of weird compliments you had received since becoming bedfellows with the wannabe bad boy. Or, tried to I should say. As you were filing the thought away, he curled his fingers into your g-spot, turning any coherent thoughts you had had before into oh fuck that felt good and fuck I’m already getting close. Ryomen felt the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and felt his own dick twitch. He knew how that clench felt around his cock, and more than anything he wanted to feel it again.

“Ryo, I-I’m...yea” You tried to warn him, but the electric shockwaves going through your body made communication rather difficult at that moment.

“Oh yea?” He chuckled from between your legs, punctuating his sentence with a sharp suck to the bundle of nerves between your legs. “Then cum for me pretty girl.” It didn’t take much after that, his words of affirmation waking up butterflies in your stomach and in your cunt. A few more curls of his fingers and swipes from his tongue and suddenly cartoon stars were exploding in front of your eyes. Your climax tore through you with a vengeance, the storm hitting you and drowning your senses in bliss and oxytocin. Your entire body felt like it had been struck by lighting made of erotic thrill, the aftershocks leaving you shaking in it’s wake.

Your soul was still trying to make it’s way back to your body when his lips met yours again, your taste mingling with his on your tongue and leaving your head spinning. You went to grab his shirt, finding that he had taken it off at some point, which was more than okay with you. He nipped at your jaw and your neck before pulling away and getting you up long enough to take your dress off you. You went to take off your bra, only for him to stop you.

“Hey, hey, whats the rush?” He asked from the foot of your bed, wicked grin showing off his naturally sharp canines, “Take it off slowly.” This was 100% a power play and you know it. Normally this fucker was literally ripping clothes to get them off you quicker, your sudden uptick in panty buying could attest to that. But now all of the sudden he wanted to go slow? Fine, you could play that game.

You stood on your knees to give him a better view, slowly shimmying the straps off your shoulders. His scarlet eyes burned into your every movement as you slipped your arms out of the straps as elegantly as one could. You made eye contact with him as you unhooked your bra, one hook at a time. Or, tried to at least. His eyes were trained on your chest. You grinned at the aggravated groan he let out, watching you catch the fabric before it fell and revealed your breast. His eyes were dark and you could tell by his shifting his jeans were getting too tight.

“Slow enough for you?” You smirked at him.

“Keep running that mouth and I’ll give you something to do with it.” He warned, and you just laughed, finally letting your bra drop to the mattress. You saw his body physically tense as to not grapple you then and there.

“You want my mouth? Oh, but I’d much rather have you somewhere else.” You teased, looping your thumbs into the sides of your underwear as you started to pull them off your hips at an agonizing pace. Ryomen felt like he was going to lose it, feeling his fingers, among other extremities, twitch with the need to touch you. He tried to be a good boy, he really did, but when you rolled your hips at him he lost it. In a flash he had pulled you under him, and was fumbling with his belt.

“Hey, what happened to slow?” You teased.

“Fun experiment, not for me.” He responded, freeing himself from his jeans and lining himself up with your still dripping entrance. He caught your lips in a kiss as he dived in, swallowing your sweet moans as he filled you to the brim. It didn’t matter how many times Ryomen was in between your legs, it always felt like the first. The burning stretch as his hips connected with you setting your body on fire and filling your brain with tv static. You could feel your already weak legs tremble around him, and he groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

“God pretty girl, you feel so fucking good for me.” He moaned, setting a brutal pace as he pushed into you, his cock brushing against your g-spot and massaging your cervix. “Like you were made to be on my cock.” Who he was talking to was a mystery to you because you were not there. You were in outer space, floating on atoms and space dust as he rocked into you, bliss filling your veins as you felt euphoria spread through you and pool in your core.

He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, letting him dive even deeper into your velvety walls. He grabbed your hips in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises you could take finger prints off of. Every thrust hit your g-spot, the new position letting him reach places that you didn’t know existed. “Oh, fuck, Ryo don’t stop.” You begged.

“Didn’t plan on it,” He assured you, watching the way your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey no-” He growled, removing his hand from your hip to grab your chin, “Look at me.” You whined as you opened your eyes, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Ryomen..” You moaned, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

“Who’s the only person that makes you feel this good?” He demanded the validation.

“You, Ryomen, you!” You squirmed underneath him as all of the stimulation became too much. Your hands started to tingle as your body got ready to tumble off a cliff. You weren’t even fully processing what he was asking, you just knew to say his name.

“Who do you belong to Y/n?”

“Ryomen..” You whimpered, digging your claws in his back as your legs trembled, “Ryo, please..” You gasped, teetering on the edge. His hand left your chin and found your clit, massaging expert circles into it. It was your tipping point, sending you hurtling over the edge of your orgasm and head over heels into euphoria, the sea of bliss overtaking you as red hot lava replaced your blood. You felt almost dizzy as you were hit with wave after wave of ecstasy, vision going blurry with tears from the intensity of it all.

Ryomen wasn’t far behind you, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper with every convulsion. He told himself he really couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to; filling you until you were overflowing and thanking Aphrodite for the invention of birth control. He rolled you over as he collapsed next to you, managing to stay inside.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, breathing deep in your afterglow, before he finally pulled out, albeit reluctantly. He kissed the top of your head, fixing his pants and finding a washcloth to clean you up with. “I’d say sorry for the mess but, It’s kinda hot.” He chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes and threw on his shirt.

“Dick.” You muttered. He nodded in agreement.

“Is that a request? I could go again.” He grinned as you weakly hit his arm with your finger tips.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You grumbled softly. He nodded.

“I know…I love you too.” He whispered. He waited a second before adding, “We’re still together, right?” more as a formality than anything.

“No, I slept with you as one final hurrah before deleting your number.” you joked.

“Oh, well then, I guess you won’t be needing this?” He asked, pulling your pendant from his pocket. Your eyes widened a bit as you saw it, almost forgetting that you had ever taken it off to begin with. Your hand instinctively went to your neck to protect it, only to find nothing there. obviously.

“My necklace-” You said, but he shook his head.

“Nope, my necklace. Unless you wanna be my girlfriend?” He smirked that evil smirk. You laughed fondly at him, then gave an overly exaggerated sigh.

“Well I suppose, if it’s the only way to get my jewelry back, then we gotta get back together.” He chuckled as he hooked the chain around your neck again, admiring the way it dazzled against your skin.

“It looks good on you.” he praised, kissing your forehead.

“Everything looks good on me.” You winked.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLING ME IF HE SHOWED UP?!” Mei yelled as she finally returned home.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 months

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can you do mike schmidt x reader with abby trick-or-treating?

NOTE: This takes place after the movie

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"Come on, slowpokes! Keep up!"

"Abby, don't go too far!"

"Relax, Mikey. She's just going two houses over. There's other kids already there. See?" You calmly pointed out the decorated home that Abby was rushing towards, disappearing into the crowd of kids who complimented her costume.

She was dressed as her "friend": a yellow version of Freddy Fazbear complete with a mask she painted, a yellow undershirt, and a black vest that was a tad bit too big for her.

Curiously enough, she removed one ear from the mask and covered one eye with black paint. But it didn't bother either of you too much, thinking she wanted to do something unique and creative with her costume.

Considering everything that happened at Freddy's Pizzeria, you were surprised that she wanted to dress up as one of the characters at all.

Yet neither you nor Mike recall ever seeing a "Golden Freddy". Not even backstage.

But you did, however, meet a golden Bonnie...and the person wearing his suit was none other than the bastard who murdered those poor children, including Garrett.

You just hoped their souls were finally at peace now, and that William rotted away in that suit, never to be found again. It was a rather fitting punishment--the perfect karma someone as sadistic as him.

Sometime later, you started dating Mike after you both officially quit that job, found something new to save his home from eviction, and helped him regain custody over his sister (Doug was more than eager to write you both off as her legal guardians).

He still had his nightmares, of course, that now involved visions of a decayed Springbonnie suit chasing him through that same forest. But you were always there to wake him up, cuddling together and helping him fall back to sleep without needing to down a bunch of pills.

He's genuinely been trying to depend on them less and less. Abby notices it, too, and has incorporated you in her drawings now, standing beside her happy-looking brother.

It's her own way of saying "thank you", and you accept it wholeheartedly.

When Halloween rolled around, you and Mike got too work decorating the house, surprising his sister after you picked her up from school. She did mention how he used to do the "bare minimum" before you came along.

And by that, she meant that Mike only ever put a jack o'lantern outside, a bowl filled with cheap candy, and a sign that said "take one".

Well this year...you made sure to buy better candy bars for the kids this year and add the finishing touches to the outside of the house. After that, you both took her trick-or-treating.

While she was occupied at the current house, you and Mike stood back to admire all the decorations and other costumes people were wearing.

"I honestly thought that whole near-death experience with the robots would've scarred her for life, but...she's been doing better." He remarked. "A lot better. It's like nothing ever happened."

"Well..she did help those kids find justice. They never knew their killer was standing right in front of them..they just needed that little push to finally recognize him."

"I'm surprised she hasn't told the whole story to her teacher yet."

"...because she knows we'd probably get some phone calls about that." You chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand.

Then you noticed Abby leaving the house, running down the steps and about to cross the street to reunite with you-

"Hey, hey, hey." Mike let you go to put both hands out, and she stopped in her tracks, mere inches from the road. "What did we talk about before we left the house, Abs?"

"...look both ways before I cross the street?"

"Exactly."

Huffing, she quickly glanced to her left and right, deeming it safe to cross. And only then did she resume her sprint, removing her mask once she was in front of you. "[Y/n], look at all these chocolate bars I got so far!"

You looked into the pillowcase, nodding in agreement. "Wow, you did get a lot! I sure can't wait to gobble them all up when we get home." A coy smirk appeared on your lips, watching her eyes widen in shock.

"Nooooooo, they're mine!" Protectively holding the sweets to her chest, she pouted and looked to Mike for help, yet he simply shrugged.

"I dunno, Abby.." It was hard for him to hide his own smile. "[Y/n] and I gotta make sure they're safe to eat, so we're gonna take one bite of every single bar-"

"Now that's just cruel!" She stomped her foot.

"We're only joking, sweetie." With a chuckle, you ruffled her hair, watching as she put her mask back on. "I think the next street over has a little haunted house maze. Do you wanna go check it out?"

She perked up and nodded in response, heading down the sidewalk with a spring in her step. You linked arms with Mike and followed her, looking around at the rest of the decorations.

But your eyes soon lingered on your boyfriend's soft brown ones, and he gazed back at you for a few moments. "What?"

"Nothing." You shook your head, smiling lightly. "I'm just...glad to be with you."

"So am I." He kissed you on the cheek. "Thank you, truly..Abby deserves a good Halloween."

"I think we all deserve a good one."

Unbeknownst to the three of you, there was a peculiar figure standing across the way. He was hanging out near the trees, almost perfectly blending in with the surrounding darkness so that nobody else could notice him:

A large mechanical bear with dirty yellow fur, one ear, and one glowing blue eye, smiling fondly at Abby and her costume.

It's good to see that she had not forgotten.

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie spoilers #mike schmidt x reader #fluff #halloween

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lila-lou · 1 month

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✨His second exception - Pt. 11/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, some spice

Word Count: 6647

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 11 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Ben’s grin turned even more mischievous. “I know you love it when I take control, when I push you to your limits. And I know you love it when I talk to you like this”, he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl.

You bit your lip, feeling the truth of his words. “Maybe”, you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath.

Ben’s grin widened at your admission, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and desire. “Maybe?”, he echoed, his voice dripping with a playful arrogance. “Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that. I know you love it when I take charge, when I make you feel just how much you belong to me”.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, his words both thrilling and challenging you. “And what makes you so sure of that?”, you countered, your tone teasing but with a hint of genuine curiosity.

He smirked, his hand sliding lower, fingers brushing against your inner thigh. “Because every time I touch you, you melt. Every time I whisper in your ear, you shiver. And every time I push you to your limits, you beg for more”, he growled, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “Maybe I just enjoy a good challenge”, you retorted, trying to maintain your composure.

Ben chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh. “You like being challenged, huh? Well, I’ve got news for you, darling. You’re mine. Every inch of you, every gasp, every moan, it all belongs to me”, he said.

You shivered again. “And what if I don’t agree?”, you teased, your voice trembling slightly.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Oh, you agree”, he said confidently. “You just like to pretend you don’t. But deep down, you know you love being mine, being pushed, being taken to places only I can take you”.

You bit your lip, unable to deny the truth of his words. “You’re awfully sure of yourself”, you said, your voice soft but challenging.

Ben’s grin turned almost predatory. “That’s because I know you better than you know yourself”.

You shivered under his gaze, feeling the thrill of his possessiveness. “And what else do you think you know about me?”, you challenged, your voice a mix of defiance and curiosity.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing featherlight kisses against your jaw. “I know you need me to be gentle with you sometimes”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “You need me to hold you close every night, to keep you safe”.

His fingers traced a path from your thigh up to your waist, the touch both soothing and electrifying. “You hate it when I’m on a mission because you worry about me”, he continued, his voice softening. “You don’t feel safe without me next to you, even though you tell me you can handle everything by yourself”.

You felt a lump in your throat, his words hitting close to home. It was true; you hated it when he was away, the constant worry gnawing at you. But you never wanted to admit just how much you depended on him for that sense of security.

Ben’s kisses trailed up to your ear, his voice a tender murmur. “I know you, sweetheart. I know you need me to take care of you”.

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. “Maybe I do”, you whispered. “But I’m not helpless”.

He smiled. “I never said you were. You’re strong and capable. But even the strongest need someone to lean on sometimes”.

You looked up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “And what about you? Do you need someone to lean on?”.

Ben’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m invincible, remember?”, he teased, his voice dripping with mock arrogance.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. “Oh, really? So, you don’t need me at all, then?”.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours. “You know better than that”, he murmured, his voice turning serious. “I need you more than anything”.

“You wanna know what I know about you?”, you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you know about me?”, he asked, his tone inviting.

You reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin. “I know that behind all that strength and confidence, there’s a man who cares deeply”, you began, your voice steady. “I know that you put on a tough exterior, but you have a heart full of love and compassion”.

Ben’s expression grew more serious, his eyes locking onto yours with intensity. “Go on”, he urged, his voice husky.

You took a deep breath, your hand sliding down to rest over his heart. “I know that you worry about me when you’re away, just as much as I worry about you. And I know that you’re always thinking of ways to keep me safe, even when you’re not here”.

You took another deep breath, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “And I know that despite everything you’ve been through, all the battles and the pain, you’ve never lost your capacity to love. It´s been deep deep hidden, but still there. You care so much, Ben. You might not always show it in the typical ways, but it’s there, in everything you do”.

Ben’s usual bravado giving way to a slightly vulnerability he rarely showed. He stayed quiet, listening intently, his focus entirely on you.

“I know that when you’re with me, you let your guard down”, you continued, your voice gentle. “You trust me, and that means the world to me".

You felt his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as he absorbed your words. There was a deep connection in his eyes, a silent understanding that went beyond words.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the emotions welling up inside you. “After we lost the baby”, you began softly, your voice trembling slightly, “I know you were hurting too. But you pushed aside your own pain to focus on me, to make sure I was okay. You must have cared so much to do that. I’ll never be able to make it up to you”.

Ben’s expression softened and he gently cupped your face in his hands. “You don’t need to make up anything to me”, he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “You gave me the possibility of having a family. That’s everything I’ve ever wanted”.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

Ben nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. “I mean it with everything I am”, he replied softly. “Having a family with you is my dream. I’ve never wanted anything more”.

As the emotions overwhelmed you, you simply leaned in, pressing your lips against his. The kiss was tender and filled with all the unspoken emotions you both felt—hope, love, and the promise of a future together. Ben’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if he never wanted to let you go.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble of connection. Your hands moved to cup his face, your fingers gently tracing the contours of his jaw. Ben responded by deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate passion that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “I love you”, you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

“I love you", Ben replied quietly.

The next morning, you woke up feeling completely spent. Every muscle in your body ached, a testament to the intensity of the previous night. You tried to move, but the soreness made even the slightest shift painful. As you glanced down at yourself, you noticed a few bruises scattered across your skin, a stark reminder that Ben hadn’t been able to fully restrain his strength.

You sighed softly, a mix of satisfaction and discomfort washing over you. Despite the soreness, there was a sense of contentment and fulfillment that filled you. Last night had been intense, but it had also been a reaffirmation of the love and passion you shared with Ben.

Gently, you pulled the blanket up, covering the bruises that now decorated your skin. You knew Ben would be upset with himself if he saw them. He always tried so hard to control his strength, to ensure he didn’t hurt you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty.

As you lay back against the pillows, you heard Ben stirring beside you. His hand, still resting on your waist, tightened slightly before he began to wake up. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before focusing on you. A sleepy smile spread across his face.

"Morning”, he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Good morning”, you replied softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

Ben’s gaze shifted, taking in your tired eyes and the way you were wrapped up tightly in the blanket. He frowned slightly, concern immediately clouding his features. “How are you feeling?”, he asked, his voice more alert now.

You offered him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. Just a little sore”.

His frown deepened. “Did I…?”, he began, his voice trailing off as his eyes searched yours.

You shook your head quickly, placing a hand on his cheek. “You didn’t hurt me, Ben. It was just a very… long night”.

Ben nodded, rubbing lazily over his face before glancing at his phone. “Alright, I’m not heading to the tower today”, he grumbled, pulling you on top of him. As his hand grabbed your hip, you winced, the bruise there the most tender. You quickly tried to stifle your whine, but Ben knew you too well.

He raised a brow, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, his voice soft but insistent.

You forced a smile, trying to downplay the discomfort. “It’s nothing, Ben. Just a little sore, like I said”.

But he wasn’t convinced. Gently, he pushed you back onto the mattress and pulled the blanket away. He took in the bruises marring your skin, and you saw the flicker of guilt and self-reproach return to his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I knew you’d feel bad, and I didn’t want that. It’s okay, really. I’m okay”.

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. With that, he stood up from the bed, his movements tense and frustrated. You rolled your eyes, exasperation mingling with the ache in your body. “See, that’s what I meant! Don’t do this to yourself! It’s not like you broke my spine”, you grumbled, getting up to follow him.

But as soon as you tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through your legs and between them, making you wince and gasp. You grabbed onto the edge of the bed for support, trying to steady yourself.

Ben turned around instantly. “That’s it. You’re staying in bed”, he said firmly, moving quickly to your side and guiding you back down.

“Ben, I’m fine. I just need to move around a bit”, you protested weakly, though the pain in your legs made you doubt your own words.

He shook his head. “No. You’re going to fucking rest”.

You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Ben’s protective instincts were in full force, and there was no way he was going to let you overexert yourself.

Again, you rolled your eyes, feeling the soft mattress underneath you. “Ben, really, it’s not—”.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me”, he interrupted, raising his index finger in a mock warning before pointing to your belly. “We don’t risk him not nesting in”.

You looked at him, your irritation fading slightly as you saw the seriousness in his eyes. “Ben, it doesn’t work like that”, you said softly, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice.

“Fucking humor me”, he replied. “Just stay in bed… please”.

You sighed, feeling the warmth of his concern despite your own frustration. “Alright, fine”, you relented, sinking back into the pillows.

Ben watched you closely, his mind racing with worry. In his thoughts, he couldn’t shake the idea that any strain on you could harm a potential baby, especially since you were already exhausted and in pain. He was determined to do everything in his power to ensure you had the best chance of conceiving and carrying a healthy child.

He leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss across your forehead. “I’ll be back with some breakfast”, he murmured.

As Ben left the room, you couldn’t help but smile at his overprotectiveness. Despite the soreness and the exhaustion, you felt a deep sense of love and gratitude for him. His care and concern, even if sometimes a bit over the top, showed just how much he wanted this as well.

While he was gone, you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, wincing a little at the tenderness in your muscles. You knew Ben was trying to do what he thought was best, but it was hard not to feel a little frustrated at being treated so delicately.

The next two days were a test of your patience. Ben barely let you do anything on your own, constantly by your side, making sure you were comfortable and well taken care of. He had informed the team that neither of you would be coming to the tower for a few days, and since then, he hadn’t left your side. His overprotectiveness, while coming from a place of love, was beginning to feel suffocating.

This morning, as Ben once again insisted on helping you with something as simple as brushing your teeth, you couldn’t hold back any longer. “Ben, I’m fucking fine, okay? You didn’t hurt me, nor did you hurt the baby that’s not even there!”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt a knot in your heart. You knew Ben only wanted what was best for you, but his constant hovering was getting to you. You expected him to look hurt, but instead, he raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise and slight irritation crossing his face.

He crossed his arms over his chest, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes despite his irritation. “Oh, so now the little lady thinks she knows better than I do, huh?”, he said, his voice tinged with a playful, yet slightly patronizing tone. “You’ve got some nerve talking back to me like that”.

You felt your frustration bubble up, but you knew you needed to keep calm. “Ben, I appreciate everything you’re doing, but you’re smothering me. I need some space to breathe”.

His expression softened slightly, though the amusement didn’t completely fade. “I’m just taking care of you”, he repeated, his tone gentler this time.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I know, and I love you for it. But you need to trust that I can take care of myself, too. I’m not as fragile as you think”.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe not. But after everything we’ve been through, can you blame me?”.

You shook your head, your frustration melting into understanding. “No, I can’t. But we need to find a balance, Ben. I need to feel like I can do things on my own, even if it’s just brushing my teeth”.

He chuckled softly, the tension easing. “Alright, alright. I get it. I’ll back off a little, but only if you promise to tell me if you need anything”.

“Deal”, you said, feeling a sense of relief. “And I promise, if I need help, you’ll be the first to know”.

Ben nodded, his eyes softening as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. “I just need you to be safe”, he murmured into your hair.

You sighed softly, pulling him closer. “I know”, you mumbled, your words muffled against his chest. For a moment, he held you flush against him, the warmth and strength of his embrace a comforting reminder of his love and care.

After a few seconds, Ben gently withdrew, his hands lingering on your shoulders. “Alright”, he said with a small smile, “go brush your teeth. I’m going to get myself a coffee”.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief as you watched him head towards the kitchen. With a deep breath, you made your way to the bathroom, grateful for the small bit of space and independence.

As you brushed your teeth, you couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you had come. It wasn’t always easy, but moments like this reminded you of the strength of your relationship and the love that held it together.

When you finished, you joined Ben in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. As you approached, you reached for his mug. “Can I get a sip?”, you asked, your hand already grabbing for the cup.

Ben swiftly pulled it away, raising an eyebrow as he nodded towards your belly. “You know better”, he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t press the matter further. “Fine”, you said, leaning against the counter and watching him.

He took another sip, and you caught a faint scent of alcohol. Your brow arched in amusement. “Did you put whiskey in there?”, you asked, a playful tone in your voice.

Ben maintained a straight face, though his eyes danced with mischief. “How else am I supposed to keep up with your little attitude?”, he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Well, that explains a lot”.

With that, you walked over to the fridge to make some breakfast. Ben stepped casually behind you, his mug in one hand as he brought it to his mouth to keep drinking. His free hand wrapped around you, his fingers splaying gently on your belly.

“What’s your mission there?", you mumbled, grabbing the eggs from the fridge.

Ben’s lips brushed against your ear as he mumbled back, “Just checking if the baby’s already making itself cozy inside you”.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “You’re going to drive me crazy with this, you know”.

Ben chuckled, the sound vibrating through you as he kept his hand firmly on your belly. “Better get used to it”, he teased, his voice warm. “I’m not going to let up until we’re sure”.

You sighed playfully, trying to ignore the pleasant shivers his touch sent through you. “Well, if you’re going to be this insistent, you can at least help with breakfast”.

Ben rolled his eyes, finishing his “coffee” in one last gulp. He kissed your temple, placing the mug on the countertop, and grabbed the eggs from your hand. “How do you want ’em?”, he asked casually, as if he knew exactly what to do with them.

“Not burned”, you winked, earning a mock-offended look from him.

“Oh, ha ha”, he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ben looked around the kitchen, clearly unfamiliar with where everything was kept. After opening a few cupboards and drawers, he finally found the pots and pans. With a triumphant look, he pulled out a pot and placed it on the stove, turning the heat to the highest setting.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your chuckle, but it was no use. Ben noticed your amusement and looked annoyed. “What? I didn’t even fucking start. What am I doing wrong?”, he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

“Ben, you don’t cook eggs in a pot, especially not on high heat”, you explained, chuckling. “You need a pan and medium heat”.

His brows furrowed in confusion, and then realization dawned on him. "Well, that explains why my last attempt ended up looking like an old ballsack”.

You nodded, a grin still plastered on your face. “Yeah, that might be why. Here, let me help”.

You took out a frying pan from the cabinet and placed it on the stove, adjusting the heat to medium. Ben watched you and your shiteating grin closely. “Well, excuse me for not being a fucking chef”, he mumbled defensively. “You getting multiple orgasms, so there’s no fucking need for me to be great at making food”.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “That might be true, but everyone can benefit from knowing how to cook a decent meal”.

Ben grinned, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist as you worked. “Yeah, yeah. Just tell me what to do next, chef”.

You handed him a whisk and the bowl of eggs. “Alright, whisk these together while the pan heats up”.

He did as you instructed, the serious concentration on his face making you smile. “Like this?”, he asked, looking up at you for approval.

“Perfect”, you said, nodding. “Now, we just wait for the pan to heat up a little more”.

As you both waited, Ben kept you close, his hands never leaving your waist. After a few seconds, you felt his attention start to wane from breakfast. He leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along your neck from behind. His free hand traveled over your stomach, sliding down to the waistband of your shorts.

You shivered at his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “Ben, the eggs”, you reminded him, though your voice lacked conviction.

He chuckled against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Exactly”, he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your shorts, his fingers exploring with practiced ease.

You tried to keep your focus on the task at hand, but Ben’s touch was making it difficult. “We’re supposed to be cooking”, you protested weakly, though you didn’t make any move to stop him.

His lips continued their journey along your neck, his hand moving with deliberate slowness. “I’m multitasking”, he teased, his fingers brushing against you in a way that made your knees weak.

You let out a soft moan, leaning back against him as his hand worked its magic. “Ben…”.

He chuckled again, low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Just relax". His fingers found their way to your most sensitive spot, brushing lightly at first, then applying more pressure in slow, rhythmic circles.

Your breath hitched, and you clung to the counter for support, your legs trembling as his touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you. “Ben, please…”, you gasped, not sure whether you were begging him to stop or to continue.

His free hand moved up to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb brushing over your nipple with just enough pressure to make you arch against him. “I love how responsive you are”, he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and desire.

Just as Ben pushed his finger inside you, the doorbell rang. The sudden sound shattered the intimate moment, making you both jump slightly. Usually, Ben wouldn’t let such an interruption stop him, but this time, he let out an annoyed groan and withdrew his hand reluctantly.

“Your parents”, he grumbled, his voice filled with frustration and disappointment.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, the timing almost comical. “I guess we better answer that”, you said, trying to regain your composure.

Ben licked his finger clean provocatively, his eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint. Before you could respond, he winked at you and made his way to the door. Meanwhile, you turned your attention to the eggs, trying to focus on breakfast and ignore the lingering heat from your interrupted moment.

Ben opened the door, giving your parents a tight smile before stepping aside. “(Y/N) is in the kitchen”, he mumbled, nodding towards the direction of the kitchen.

Your mom and dad walked in, their faces lighting up at the sight of Ben. “Hello, Ben! Good to see you”, your mom said warmly, giving him a quick hug.

Your dad clapped Ben on the shoulder. “Morning, Ben. Everything alright?”.

Ben looked slightly taken aback, clearly surprised by the warmth of their greeting. He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “Yeah, she´s just making breakfast”, he replied, his voice a bit more relaxed.

Your parents smiled and nodded, making their way towards the kitchen. You turned from the stove, a bright smile on your face as you saw them. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. What a nice surprise!”.

Your mom gave you a warm hug. “We thought we’d drop by and see how you two are doing”, she said, her voice filled with affection.

Your dad looked at the spread on the table and the eggs you were finishing up. “Looks like we came at the perfect time”, he said, his tone cheerful. “Mind if we join you?”.

“Of course not”, you replied, motioning for them to take a seat. “I’m just about done here”.

Ben, still adjusting to the unexpected visit, ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off his lingering frustration. You noticed his slight discomfort, knowing how much he disliked surprise visits, especially when he was already in a particular mood.

“Ben, can you make some more coffee?”, you asked softly, giving him a gentle smile.

He nodded, heading towards the coffee maker. “Sure thing”, he replied, his tone more composed.

Your parents settled at the table, watching the two of you with fond expressions. “It’s nice to see you two working together”, your mom commented warmly. “You make a great team”.

You finished up the eggs, placing them on a large platter in the center of the table. “Thanks, Mom. We’ve got our routine down pretty well”, you said, glancing at Ben who was now focused on the coffee machine.

As Ben finished brewing the coffee, he brought the pot over to the table, refilling everyone’s cups. He gave you a quick, reassuring smile, letting you know he was managing his annoyance.

Your dad took a sip of his coffee, looking between you and Ben. “So, what’s been keeping you two busy lately?”, he asked, genuinely curious.

You and Ben sat down at the table, and you mumbled, “Oh, nothing much, just taking a few days off”.

Ben, clearly not able to resist making a bold comment, smirked and added, “Just working on getting her pregnant”.

Your mom’s eyes widened in shock, and your dad choked on his coffee, coughing as he tried to regain his composure. You shot Ben a disapproving look, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Ben!”, you scolded softly, your voice filled with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “That’s not exactly breakfast conversation”.

He chuckled, unrepentant. “What? It’s the truth”.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, the blush spreading rapidly. You could feel all eyes on you, the tension in the room palpable. You fidgeted slightly, trying to find the right words to diffuse the situation.

“Ben”, you started again, your voice more composed but still tinged with frustration. “There’s a time and a place for everything”.

Your mom, though still in shock, quickly recovered and smiled warmly. “Well, it’s good to know you two are thinking about the future”, she said, trying to find a positive spin.

Your dad cleared his throat, finally managing to get his breath back. “Yeah, it’s just… well, it’s a big step”.

You saw the flicker of doubt in their eyes, the concern that had been there ever since they found out about your relationship with Ben and the potential risks involved in having a supe baby. You knew they were worried, and while their concern came from a place of love, it was still hard to face.

Feeling the weight of the moment, you mumbled, “I´m not even pregnant yet. Maybe it won’t work…”.

Ben’s expression shifted, his jaw tightening slightly. He wasn’t pleased with your doubts, but he kept his composure, trying not to let his frustration show. “It will work”, he said firmly, his voice steady. “I`m doing everything I can to make sure it does”.

Your parents exchanged a glance, the concern still evident but tempered by the confidence in Ben’s voice. Your mom reached out to squeeze your hand, her eyes softening. “We just want you to be happy and healthy”.

Your dad nodded in agreement. “Exactly. And… we trust you to make the right decisions, but it’s important to consider all the possibilities”.

You sighed, trying to push the tension aside. “Let’s just eat”, you mumbled, reaching for a bagel.

Ben’s grumpy demeanor lingered, his usual attitude amplified by your earlier comment. It was clear that your doubts had scratched his ego. He picked at his food, the set of his jaw and the slight furrow of his brow betraying his irritation.

Your parents exchanged another glance but wisely chose not to press further. Instead, your mom tried to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, asking about your recent projects and any fun plans you had for the upcoming weeks.

You answered as best as you could, trying to keep the mood light, but you could still feel Ben’s tension beside you. He chimed in occasionally, but his responses were short and clipped.

Finally, as the meal wound down, your dad looked at Ben with a thoughtful expression.

Finally, as the meal wound down, your dad looked at Ben with a thoughtful expression. “Ben”, he began, choosing his words carefully, “since you and (Y/N) are already thinking about starting a family, is there going to be a proposal sometime soon?”.

Ben took a deep breath through his nose, his jaw tightening slightly before he responded. “Not trying, making”, he corrected, his tone firm. The idea of trying suggested the possibility of failure, and that was something he wasn’t willing to entertain.

Your dad’s question hung in the air, and you could feel Ben’s tension beside you. He had always been old-fashioned in many ways, and deep down, you knew he wanted to marry you before the baby was born. The thought of a family, bound together by marriage, was something that aligned with his values. But the idea of coming up with a romantic proposal, something that matched your expectations, made him nervous, even if he would never admit it.

Ben´s eyes darting away for a moment before meeting yours again. “Of course, there’s going to be a proposal”, he stated more confidently, perhaps to reassure both your father and himself. “I’m just waiting for the right moment”.

Your dad nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer, his earlier apprehension melting into a smile. “That’s good to hear. Just make sure it’s something memorable, eh?”.

Ben nodded, though the thought seemed to add a new layer of pressure. He was a man accustomed to direct action and concrete results, not the intricacies of planning romantic gestures.

Your dad sensed Ben stiffening under the weight of the proposal conversation and decided to steer the conversation to a more comfortable topic. By now, he knew you loved Ben deeply and, despite his reservations about you being with a supe, he respected your choice and wanted to ease the tension for your sake.

“So, Ben”, your dad began, his tone conversational, “how’s it going with you leading Vought? I’ve noticed there haven’t been many cases about supes causing trouble lately”.

Ben’s expression shifted to one of pride mixed with relief at the change in topic. “It’s going well”, he replied, his voice steady. “We’ve been working hard to keep things under control. I’ve got a good team, and we’re making sure the supes stay in line”.

Your dad nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s good to hear. It’s not an easy job, I imagine. But it seems like you’re doing a great job”.

Ben relaxed a bit more, his shoulders losing some of their tension. “It’s a lot of responsibility, but it’s worth it to keep things running smoothly”.

You watched the exchange with a soft smile, grateful that your dad was trying to find common ground with Ben. It meant a lot to you to see them getting along.

Your mom chimed in, her voice warm. “We’re proud of both of you. It’s clear you’re making a difference".

Ben nodded simply, acknowledging your mom’s words with a small, appreciative smile. After finishing breakfast, you all gathered your things and headed toward the door. Ben held it open for everyone, his usual gruff demeanor softened slightly by the morning’s conversation.

As you reached the doorway, your mom gently put a hand on your arm, pulling you aside for a moment. “Can we talk for a second?”, she asked quietly, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and love.

You nodded, stepping out of Ben’s earshot while your dad exchanged a few more words with him. “What is it, Mom?”.

She took a deep breath, her expression serious but caring. “Honey, I can see how much you love Ben and how much he loves you. But I want you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too. It’s easy to get caught up in everything, especially with all that’s happened”.

You nodded, understanding the depth of her concern. “I know, Mom. I promise I’m being careful. We’re both trying to make things work the best we can”.

She smiled, squeezing your hand. “I trust you, sweetheart. Just remember, we’re here for you no matter what. And about the baby… take it one step at a time. There’s no rush”.

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. “Thanks, Mom”.

She pulled you into a tight hug, her embrace filled with warmth and reassurance. “I love you”, she whispered.

“I love you too”, you replied, holding her close for a moment longer before pulling back.

With that, your parents said their goodbyes, leaving you and Ben alone. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ben let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes dramatically. You couldn’t help but nudge him playfully.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad”, you teased, a smile playing on your lips.

Ben wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “I know, but your dad asking about the proposal… not exactly how I planned for this morning to go”.

You chuckled softly, leaning into him. “If it means I’ll finally get my proposal ”, you joked.

Ben rolled his eyes, but there was a playful glint in his gaze. “Don’t push your fucking luck, Sweetheart”, he said, nudging you gently before stepping back. “I need a drink after that”, he added, heading toward the kitchen.

You watched him go, shaking your head with a smile. “More whiskey?”, you called after him, teasingly.

“Blame your dad”, he shot back, his voice carrying a hint of humor as he rummaged through the cabinets.

You followed him into the kitchen, still smiling. “You know, you could always surprise me”, you said, leaning against the doorframe.

Ben poured himself a glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip before turning to face you. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of surprises up my sleeve”, he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Just not the kind you’re thinking of right now”.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll take what I can get”.

He walked over, handing you a glass of water instead. “Hydrate”, he instructed, a teasing edge to his voice.

You took the glass, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. “Yes, sir”, you replied, taking a sip. “But seriously, Ben, you know you don’t have to rush anything. We’ve got time”.

Ben stepped closer, his expression softening as he leaned down to kiss your temple. “Nine months”, he murmured against your skin, his hand squeezing your ass gently.

You laughed, feeling a mixture of warmth and excitement at his words. “Is that your timeline?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s just a goal. But you know I’m not very patient”.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens”.

Ben’s smile widened, and he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The intensity of his embrace made your heart race, and you felt a surge of love and desire wash over you.

Ben pulled back slightly, his expression shifting to one of curiosity mixed with concern. “But help me here”, he mumbled, his voice soft. “Why all of a sudden is your mom a part of your life again?”.

You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside you. “She texted me for months”, you began, your voice quiet. “But I was too caught up in everything that I always cut it short. After losing the baby, it changed how I see things. Family is important, and I realized I had abandoned them for too long. My parents are good people, and they deserve better from me”.

Ben nodded, his expression softening further as he leaned in to peck your lips again. “I get it”, he said, seeming to accept your explanation. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he teased, “Well, now you’ve got someone else to help you with all that woman pregnancy stuff. You know, the stuff I’d be absolutely disgusted by”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension of the morning easing away. “You’re such a jerk”, you said, playfully slapping his arm.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “But I’m your jerk”, he replied.

You smirked, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Well, my jerk better be ready to deal with all the mood swings, cravings, and everything else that comes with it”.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. “Oh, I’m ready. I can handle anything you throw at me”.

You laughed, shaking your head. “We’ll see about that. You might regret those words when I’m demanding pickles and ice cream at three in the morning”.

He squeezed you tighter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Bring it on. I’ll even get the fucking pickles myself”.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “You’d better. Because once this baby is on the way, I’m going to be a handful”.

Ben kissed you deeply, his hands running up and down your back. “So nothing will change”, he murmured against your lips with a big smirk.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

Part 12

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he-calls-me-kitten · 10 months

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Hiii I was wondering if you take requests? If you do could you pleaseee do a Lucifer and MC smut 🙏 if not it’s totally okay but I also wanted to say you are genuinely one the best writers I’ve seen you have a serious talent 🫶🫶

Aww thank you so much for your kind words 😭💕 Also ofc it's okay! Lucifer x MC smut coming right up :3

#05 Complex

Lucifer x GN! MC

You appear in the student council room at recess, following the instructions he texted you. He's already there waiting. The way he is sitting alone at the head of the table - you already know you're not here for work.

He didn't even gesture at a chair or pull one out for you. He simply pushed himself away from the table. You already know where you were supposed to sit.

"MC, I need you to revise some documents to make sure I didn't make any errors." Lies. His work has always been immaculate. He has never needed revisions.

You take your place on his lap as intended and pretend to rifle through the documents, barely scanning the titles and subjects. Meanwhile one of his hands had already made it inside your shirt, casually going back and forth on your perked up nipples.

"Lucifer...." You groaned.

"What is it? Did I miss a signature somewhere?" He made it worse by pinching it. You almost jumped. He chuckled at your reactions.

He was getting more daunting lately, claiming you anywhere and anytime. It was only a matter of time until you got caught. Sometimes you felt like he wanted to get caught.

He wanted others to see just how deeply under his spell you are, how futile their efforts are to win you over from him. His superiority complex would be the death of you.

"You're more sensitive than usual today, MC." He said with his length halfway inside you. You were trembling, bent over the desk for support like this.

"It's too open...a-and the next meeting is in 30 minutes." You knew these warnings were nothing but more of a turn on.

"Hmm...what a pity. I could have gone for much longer." Lucifer palmed your ass lovingly. "But no worries, I can still provide you plenty of pleasure with the given time."

As a busy overworked man, he was a master at the art of quickies. You learnt that from hands on experience. And now as he held down your wrists above your head and thrust into your hole at an ungodly pace, you wondered what he would have done with more time.

You tried to bite down on your uniform collar to keep yourself from moaning too loud. He kissed the side of your eyes - tears had begin to leak from sheer pleasure building up inside you. "You silenced yourself without me having to tell you - how fast you learn. I'm so... proud of you."

He was done mere minutes before the door clicked open and Diavolo and Barbatos entered.

"Ah early today as well? I'm glad I can atleast rely on you both to be punctual." Diavolo laughed blissfully unaware that Lucifer fucked you on his very chair. Lucifer nodded while squeezing your thigh under the table.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me Lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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'No no no Steve wait, don't throw that a...way.' The end of the sentence died on Eddie's tongue as the leftover lasagna, basically in slow-motion, tumbled out of the dish and into the bin. Eddie could almost hear a funeral march start to play over the dull thud and the sound of crushing eggshells.

'Fuck,' he said, emphatically.

'That was barely half a portion,' Steve remarked with a careless shrug while putting the empty dish back on the kitchen counter.

And Eddie groaned, tried to count to ten in his head but didn't even make it to two.

'I was gonna have that for lunch, man, add a slice of bread and an apple and I'd have a decent meal!'

There must have been something in his voice that told Steve that he wasn't just being overly dramatic but genuinely annoyed, because his face dropped and he shot a quick glance at the dish, as if that would magically summon the lasagna back into it, untouched by gross eggshells and coffee dregs.

'Seriously, that was perfectly good food, why would you throw that away?!'

'I can buy you lunch tomorrow?' Steve suggested sheepishly.

And, well, that hit a sore spot.

'That's not the fucking point!' Eddie exclaimed in frustration. 'I'm not your charity case or some shit, I can take care of my own meals – as long as you don't throw my food away!'

And again, it was like Eddie saw it happen in slow-motion: Steve flinched, took a stumbling step backwards, created as much distance between himself and Eddie as possible in the trailer’s tiny kitchen by bumping his back against the counter; something crossed his face that Eddie had never seen there before. And... shit.

All his frustration dissolved right on the spot and he immediately took another step away from Steve, even though everything inside of him wanted to cross that distance and hold him. He raised his hands in the air, cautious not to move too sudden.

'Steve, I'm not mad at you,' he said, forcing himself to sound as calm as possible despite his heart beating like crazy. 'I got annoyed, sure, but – it's okay. We're okay. You're okay. I didn't wanna hurt you, I promise.'

Steve swallowed, let his eyes dart everywhere except at Eddie's face while he tightly crossed his arms in front of his chest. The fear seemed to have disappeared from his face, replaced by something else; something expertly concealed within seconds. Anyone less well-versed than Eddie in the craft of noticing every little detail about Steve Harrington wouldn't notice; but Eddie did.

'You wanna talk about what happened there?' he asked, hesitant.

Steve didn't answer right away, his eyes still frantically darting around the trailer and his lower lip sucked between his teeth.

'What do you mean?' he finally said.

'Can I come closer?' Eddie asked. He felt like it would be so much easier to have this conversation if he could touch Steve; if he could smell him and have him in his orbit.

Steve nodded; Eddie sighed a breath of a relief and crossed the distance between them to rest his hands against Steve's sides; not quite an embrace, but something grounding for both of them nonetheless.

'I kinda recognized that look in your eyes, I guess,' Eddie quietly admitted. 'And the way you flinched. Like you were scared I was gonna do something bad.'

'I know you wouldn't –'

'I know,' Eddie was quick to reassure him. There was a beat of silence and Eddie wondered how much he should push. But he knew that he needed this conversation to happen, that it would keep gnawing at both of them if they didn't talk about it now.

'It's because of your dad, isn't it?'

Steve nodded, still looking slightly past Eddie.

'I'm sorry.' Eddie exhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions under control; he knew that aimless anger at Steve's father wouldn't get them anywhere; not here, not right now. 'I mean, I knew he was bad, but I had no idea that it was... like that.'

He could hear Steve breathe out while he stared at some point just above Eddie's head.

'Sometimes I think all that crap is behind me now,' Steve quietly started to explain. 'But then something like this happens and it – it just catches me by surprise, is all. Like I'll never completely be free of the fear.'

Eddie nodded. 'Uncle Wayne, he... He looks a lot like my father - even though he's nothing like him. Took me years to fully trust him. He makes sure to never raise his voice, but still, sometimes when I see him make a sudden movement from the corner of my eyes, I just... freeze. Like it's some kind of instinct that’ll always stay with me.'

Steve finally looked Eddie in his eyes again, stunned and a little bit shocked.

'Your dad, too?'

Eddie nodded. 'Mhm.'

And wordlessly, Steve pulled him closer, until Eddie was enveloped in his warm arms and their chests were pressed against each other. Eddie let his eyes fall shut, breathed in Steve's familiar scent while he nestled his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his own grip around Steve's back.

They stayed like that for minutes, maybe even a whole eternity.

'Should we make rules?' Steve finally asked, in a hesitant voice and without pulling away from their embrace.

'What kind of rules?'

'Like, things to make sure that this doesn't – that we won't get scared. I know we can't promise not to fight, but...' He trailed off; Eddie could feel him shrug his shoulders.

He started slowly stroking one hand up and down over Steve's back. 'What was the thing that got you afraid, earlier?'

'Your loud voice – and the way you stepped into my space, I guess.'

'Okay.' Eddie nodded. 'So no yelling, and we try to keep our distance when shit goes sour. Sound good?'

Steve hummed against Eddie’s neck. 'Yeah. And for you? You mentioned the sudden movements, with Wayne?'

'Yeah, no sudden movements would help,' Eddie admitted.

'Okay, I can do that.'

Eddie squeezed Steve tighter. 'Thank you.'

Steve huffed. 'You're the one who started this conversation; I should be thanking you.'

Eddie lifted his face to press a gentle kiss against Steve's cheek, and another one at the corner of his lips.

'I'm sorry for startling you.'

'That's okay, you couldn't know.'

'Can you stop doing that, please?’ Eddie said with a chuckle. ‘Let me say thank you, let me apologize. Let me take care of you.'

Steve chuckled too; never before had Eddie been so grateful to hear that sound. 'I'll try.'

'You wanna stay the night?'

Steve shuffled, pulled back a little bit so that Eddie could see his face; there was a frown between his eyebrows.

'I'm not sure if I'm in the mood, after, you know...'

'Hey,' Eddie said, softly. 'You can stay the night for other reasons, too, you know. To have some comfort. To fall asleep together. To let me make sure that you're doing alright.'

'You sure?'

'Hell yes.'

Steve's head dropped down to Eddie's shoulder again, and Eddie lifted his hand to comb through his hair.

'Yeah, I'll stay.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #not sure if / how i should tw this so please lemme know if i should!#stranger things #fruity ficlet #tw implied abuse #tw implied child abuse

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kamjkaze · 4 months

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Some Andre HCs cause I feel like I understand my baby the most.. TW: eating disorders

I think Andre struggles with anorexia as a means of having control over his life. If pried about it you’ll learn he genuinely does not believe he has disordered eating. He will fast for days on end to simply feel like he has a grip on his own reality.

I think his brain still thinks I’m german and when he’s only around his family for awhile he fumbles a little when translating his thoughts into English. Cal, naturally makes fun of him for this.

When he’s very sleepy and keeping himself awake his brain defaults to German and Cal usually just goes along with whatever Andre is saying.

Cal and Andre are super different in how they go to sleep. Andre can force himself to be awake for hours even if he’s barely lucid. But Cal, once he’s out, he’s out.

Andre is a mega computer nerd and begged his parents for that little computer for a full calendar year before he received it. He loves to tinker with it and I think once when he was younger his tinkering went too far and he broke something inside it. His dad got suuupppeer pissed and threatened to throw the whole thing out if Andre was so comfortable with breaking the things he bought him. , thankfully Andre fixed it with a bit of reading and stressing

Andre is a terrible skin picker. He has acne as it is but he will poke and prod and squeeze and scratch at all the little bumps on his face. The fact he has dirty man hands all up in his open ass acne is not doing the problem any favors

Andre still struggles with his own religious identity and never fully dropped the idea of Judaism from his mind, even on zero day.

I think he actually enjoys working with his dad, I think he’s a daddy’s boy as it is but being able to be out of the house and actually social with his father most nights is really good for him. Many of his doubts for zero day occurred while he was at work with his father.

I think Andre is very sensitive to weed and cannot handle himself very well with getting high because the Goldilocks zone of “this ain’t shit” to “throwing up and greening out” is so small for Andre. As opposed to Cal who hasn’t taken a tolerance break in the four years he’s been smoking.

This is the opposite for drinking. Andre can smash as much alcohol as he wants in a night whereas Cal is a total lightweight who can’t handle his vodka

Andre sleeps completely naked no matter the season. Andre is also naked most of the time in his bedroom or when left alone in the house. It’s a small quirk about him that he doesn’t really know where it came from. “I guess I was just meant to be a nudist. I mean, it’s how we’re all born”

Andre is not the type to admit his jealousy but it is one of the few things he’s able to laugh about just because I think he understands that he is a very jealous person and has more or less come to terms with it (unless of course pushed too hard about it, Andre would get mad about anything if pushed too hard about it)

When andre was a small boy his favorite book was The Runaway Bunny

Andre Kriegman is my life and joy PLLEAASSEEE share your Andre Hcs with me I beg of you

#zero day #calvin gabriel #andre kriegman #zero day movie #rachel lurie

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 8 months

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hear me out, praise kink with bradley bradshaw? 😇

YES YES YES OMG!!! Bradley's such a talker!

also feel free to keep requesting (here)!

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"You're doing so well, honey", he mutters into your ear, his voice all low and breathy and you arch up into him, unable to do anything but whimper.

He's got you on the edge of your fourth orgasm of the night and at this point, you're a mess underneath him - tears dried on your cheeks, lips parted and eyes closed, your nails digging into his back with every thrust.

You genuinely don't know if you can even manage that fourth orgasm, but his moustache scratches so deliciously against your bare skin and he's talking and talking and talking and pushing against all your sweet spots and you can't even think, you can't speak, you can't do anything but lie there and let him coax another moan from you.

"Such a good girl", Bradley rasps and drags his lips along your throat, "Taking me so well."

You're clenching around him, clenching at his words, at how easily they slip past his lips. He groans in response, all low and deep and you shudder, almost there, there, there...

"So tight", Bradley praises, braces himself against the mattress with just one arm so he can trail a hand down your side and brush his finger against your clit. "Gonna come for me again, pretty girl?"

You can't even begin to respond, because he's drawing circles now and pushing you right over the edge, not for the first, not for the second, not even for the third time tonight - no, for the fourth, after he's already made you come on his fingers, on his tongue, and on his fingers and his tongue.

Bradley guides you right through your orgasm, lets you ride out your high, cramp your legs around him, push your head back into the mattress and dig your nails into his back so firmly that you'd worry you're drawing blood - at least if you were still able to worry about something.

You feel Bradley spill inside you, biting into your throat, groaning into your skin.

"So pretty, so good for me", he mutters, barely intelligible, and you know he's just talking, not thinking, just talking because he needs to be talking. "All mine."

You're coming down slowly, your mouth quicker than your mind too as you mumble "All yours", eyes fluttering open hazily and legs shaking when you finally relax.

Bradley brushes a kiss to your forehead, breaths meeting and mingling, hot and heavy still. You pull your hands from his shoulders to brush through his hair, taking your sweet, sweet time with it. You let your eyes roam his face, soaking up every line, every crease. Softly, you run your fingertips along his nose, his cheeks, his jaw...

"I love you, honey", he rasps, puppy-dog brown eyes meeting yours and you have to smile.

"I love you too, Bradley", you mutter, just before he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

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floralpascal · 2 years

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Teasing Headcanons - TF 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König

Summary: Seductively teasing and being teased by the COD MW2 boys outside of the bedroom...

Rating: Explicit (nsfw, mdni)

John Price

Oh. Oh wow.

There’s no man on this earth that can tease better than John Price

As in all things, he’s an expert at it. To him, it’s a game of strategy and precision, two things he’s extremely good at

John isn’t in a rush when he teases you. He plays the long game and he plays it extremely well

It’s never anything overt from him. He makes little comments in your ear over time, each one dirtier and more suggestive than the last

He knows exactly what to say to get you excited. Every time he teases you, he learns more and more about what gets you needy for him and files it away for next time

He’ll discreetly squeeze your ass when he can, but usually his teasing is all verbal. He loves to see just how riled up he can get you when he’s barely even touched you

John’s goal is to have you so needy that you’re begging for him - a goal he’s never failed to achieve

His facade of calm, collected innocence is unshakable. You genuinely don’t understand how he does this all with a straight face. With the calm way he looks as he talks to you, someone might think he was talking about the goddamn weather. Even once he’s built up to just whispering utter filth in your ear, no one could ever guess from his demeanor that he’s teasing you for being so needy for him

Tease this man at your own risk. I mean, you’ll love the result but please be ready for the intensity of this man when he’s needy

Most of the time, if you try to tease him, you’ll just make him start teasing you - and that’s a game he’ll almost always win

He’s almost impervious to your teasing

But he does have a soft spot: lingerie

If you go out with him to a social event (especially one he can’t back out of) and then very quietly let him know that you’re wearing something new for him under your clothes? Now you’ve got him

He doesn’t tease you when he gets like this, he’s too busy trying to keep his own composure

Give him a little peek at a strap when you have a moment alone and you’ll see his knuckles go white for the rest of the time you’re out

He’s so pent up the entire time after that and it’s so nice to see him needy for a change. His eyes barely leave you

When he finally gets you back home, you don’t even make it to your bed. You’re lucky if you even make it out of the entryway

He’ll fuck you with the lingerie on, hard and fast on the floor, the wall, the table, the couch, all the above - he doesn’t care and neither do you

It’ll be a long night, eventually you’ll make it to your bed

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost can take it and dish it out equally

He never says or does too much to tease. It’s a quick murmur of how good he’ll make you feel that night, a light brush of his hand a little too low over your ass, and a meaningful shared gaze with you

He always teases so little but somehow it always works on you

He really enjoys watching you get all worked up for him, slowly getting more and desperate for him

Ghost’s favorite thing is when you can’t take it anymore and you pull him away to some private room - be it your house, a private bathroom, a damn broom closet even - to be alone with him. When you do that, he’s always got a small smile on his lips when he pushes his mask up to his nose before you desperately pull him in to kiss you

Usually, he can tease you without working himself up too much and he likes it that way. He loves the contrast between his calm demeanor and your flustered one

It’s a different story when you tease him though

He’s not nearly as resistant to your teasing as he pretends to be

For him, verbal teasing doesn’t do much, it’s the physical teasing that gets him

Wear clothes that show off in all the right places, bend over so he sees your ass, or trail your hand a little too high up your own thigh as he watches and he’s starting to crack

He’s also a sucker for a simple sultry look over your shoulder but he’ll never admit it

He’s so easy but he swears he’s not

The mask helps him pretend like your teasing isn’t getting to him as much as it is, but you’ve learned just to watch for the building tension in his muscles

You know you’ve got him when he tightly crosses his arms over his chest

He can control himself for as long as he needs to but the second the two of you are alone, he’s on you

He’s really handsy after you tease him, he just needs to feel every inch of you that’s been tempting him for hours

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is a huge tease, himself. Serious teasing, not serious teasing, a little mix of both - he can and will do it all

The thing about Soap is that he’ll even lightheartedly tease you if there’s other people that overhear it, passing it off as a joke. It’s never anything intimate, just some passing comment that most would easily ignore

He’ll never make you uncomfortable, though. If you don’t like something - like him jokingly teasing in front of other people - it’s off the table

Any serious teasing he does is never overheard or witnessed by anyone else though. That’s for you and you alone

He’s so confident when he’s teasing you. He’ll whisper the most depraved filth in your ear with a smirk on his lips

But the thing is that if you tease him back, serious or not, he’s a goner

Tease him, please. I’m begging you.

He needs it to survive

He takes your teasing as a challenge, too. He’ll try to meet your teasing with his own, always trying to one-up you. It’s a game of “who will cave first?” (It’s him, it’s always him who caves first)

So once you start teasing him, please don’t stop

It doesn’t even matter what you say as much as how you say it. If you say it suggestively, that’s enough to get his imagination in overdrive

Soap can’t take his eyes off you after that and he’s practically making heart eyes at you from that point forward

If you’re in public and he can’t get you alone, he’s so distracted that people usually let him out of whatever he was supposed to be doing

He’ll pull you into the closest quiet and secluded space he can find and fuck you hard and fast, all the while whispering in your ear about how easily you can drive him mad

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He’s an unintentional tease

And it’s usually more physical than verbal

He’ll run his hand a little too high up your thigh or a little too low on your ass

He’ll hug you from behind and press his whole font against your back

He also leaves quick kisses on your neck, absolutely driving you insane

Gaz thinks it’s just small displays of affection for you, he swears he didn’t mean to tease

He’s always so surprised when you point out how he’s been teasing you. He never thinks about it that way until you point it out

But after he realizes how flustered it’s making you, he’ll start whispering mischievously in your ear every once and a while with a small grin on his face

“That’s really all it takes to get you excited, love?”

“Did you want my hand to go higher, babe?”

He’ll lightly chuckle when he sees your breathing pick up

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

But if you start doing all the teasing things to him that he did to you, suddenly he understands

He goes silent when you tease him. He’s so flustered and unsure what to do

BIG “I can dish it out, but I can’t take it” vibes (and that’s so sexy of him)

Gaz can mostly endure your teasing if he has to. He can usually muscle through it until he finally gets you alone

But if you sit on his lap after you’ve been teasing him for a while, that’s his final straw

If you’re out in public, he’ll make a flustered excuse for why you two are leaving and then get you home as soon as possible

I feel like he would also be down for car sex if he was pent up enough and it would take too long to get you home

Alejandro Vargas

Doesn’t tease you

He could do it (and do it so well) if he wanted to, but he’s too impatient for that. If he’s talking dirty in your ear, he wants to be able to do something about it now

Plus, if he tried to tease you, he would end up working himself up, too

But, oh boy, can you get him riled up when you tease him

You only have to say one suggestive thing and you can see the change in his demeanor

If you tease him when you’re alone at home with him, I hope you’ve cleared your schedule for the rest of the day because you’re not leaving again. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is or what you had planned, he’s getting you into your shared bed and keeping you there

Now, what’s way more fun is when you tease him while you’re both out and surrounded by others

Whisper in his ear how badly you want him, that you’re wearing a new set of lingerie under your clothes, or (better yet) that you’re not wearing any underwear and he is gone

Physical teasing works the exact same way. Bending down where he can see, grazing your hand along his thigh a little too high, holding his gaze while you wrap your lips around something like a popsicle

Once again: it’s so easy for you to rile him up

He’s ready to drop everything to take you home after only a few of your teasing gestures

If he can’t get out of whatever he’s doing and has to simply endure your teasing, he’ll be super short and grumpy with everyone and everything. It’s like he’s in physical pain

Once he does get you home, all your transgressions are forgotten. Just know it is going to be a little rough and very desperate

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Doesn’t tease you, he’s not very good at it and has never quite figured out how to do it well

He also just much prefers it when you tease him

Dear god, please tease this man, he absolutely eats it up

He enjoys every torturous second of it

Physical teasing? Verbal teasing? Even just giving him a suggestive look? He wants it all

The way he sees it, your teasing shows how much you love him, that you want him that much

He likes any type of teasing you do, but it absolutely drives him insane when you sneak kisses down his neck

Or when you’re whispering in his ear and then you quickly and discreetly nip at the area just under his ear

The one that really gets him, though, is when you kiss him and draw his bottom lip between your teeth before you pull away

Rudy will watch you walk away after you do it, his eyes hooded and a lovestruck smile on his face

He loves the anticipation of it all and can endure your teasing for however long you want him to, either alone or in public

If you’re in public, others just notice that Rudy seems a little spaced out at times. Other than that, he seems pretty normal on the outside

Rudy never understands how no one ever seems to catch the two of you or notice just how whipped he is

But you can see how his eyes dilate, the way he drinks you in every time he looks at you

On those nights, the sex you have once you get back home is absolutely mindblowing and intimate

König

Literally can’t tease to save his life

Couldn’t even do it if you asked him to

He would overthink it way too much and feel embarrassed even trying

When he’s out and about with you, his touches and words are nothing but innocent

Might unintentionally tease if he’s working out in front of you though. He somehow doesn’t understand how his straining, sweaty, ridiculously defined muscles as he physically exerts himself could be considered teasing. He never complains about the outcome though

He loves the fact that it drives you wild. It really helps that it keeps him from being self-conscious about it

König will start to blush anytime he knows you’re watching him work out, though. He knows by now that it means you’ll desperately pull him aside after he’s done

“B-but I’m all sweaty…” he doesn’t understand that that’s the point

This man can’t withstand your teasing, especially if you’re in public. He may be fearless on the battlefield but he’s like putty the second you tease him

You can tease him in public as long as others don’t see or overhear it. That would send his social anxiety spiraling. So whispering to him is usually the best option

Whisper in his ear about what you want him to do to you later and that’s all it takes to get him flustered for you. OR, even better, if you whisper to him about everything you want to do to him (one little whisper about that makes him lose his damn mind for you)

If you start hardcore teasing him like that, he’ll melt

Thank god he wears the hood because he’s blushing so hard underneath it

It doesn’t take much before he’s practically begging to take you home so he can do everything you wanted him to do for you

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 headcanons #john price #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rudy parra #könig #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #my writing

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