#i shit this one out for half self indulgence and half content

[littiaye]

macaque brainrot

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Say it

Pairing: RE4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: After coming back from Spain, Leon has been acting distant. You think seeing a face from the past has messed with his feelings, and he wants to prove you that is not the case.

Takes place after the events of re4 remake, mentions the events of RE2 remake as well

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), p in v, creampie, choking, praise kink, soft dom leon, he talks you through it, they're both just desperate for each other, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, established relationship

WC: 4.4k

A/N: I've been thinking about this mf ever since I played the remake. So I wrote this self indulgent piece of filth. This is my first time writing for him so pls be kind. Enjoy :)

You can also read this over at Ao3 (but pls still reblog and shit here thank u)

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Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You knew you had no right to be upset, not when you knew damn well what he went through. Or more so, you didn’t actually know what he went through, so you couldn’t possibly imagine what was going through his head right now. But still, you knew something else was in his head, and it wasn’t just the horrors he had to deal with to come back alive from Spain. There was something else in his mind. You knew it.

This silence, it was killing you. Leon wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, not after Raccoon City, but for the better part of a decade, you learned to be comfortable with his silence. Right now though, you just felt uncomfortable.  

“Want me to pour you one?”

Oh he speaks.

You lifted your head from the pile of papers on your lap at the sound of his voice, you saw him standing in front of the small cabinet where he kept all of his alcohol, glass and bottle of expensive whiskey in hand. You half smiled at him and shook your head. 

“Not right now, thank you.” You watched him shrug in response and take a long sip of his glass, before he walked over to join you on the couch. But he sat on the opposite end.

You frowned a bit when he sat so far, but you chose to not comment on it and instead brought your attention back to your paper. A good five minutes went by, and you had made zero improvements, you hadn't even picked up the pen again, so Leon spoke again.

“How’s the paper coming along?” He asked with a clear of his throat as he sat back, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and his head was turned in your direction.

You sighed heavily, “It’s not. I can’t for the life of me come up with the right words.” You groaned softly as you threw your head back and rubbed your tired eyes.

You were in the same place you were a little less than a week ago, when Leon left to find Ashley Graham in the middle of nowhere Spain, not knowing if you’d ever see him again or not. You couldn’t even sleep, or eat, let alone focus on a paper. And although Leon was now home, alive, you were still preoccupied. 

“And that is exactly why I dropped out.” 

“This is a Phd program, not my second year of undergrad. Undergrad was nowhere near as bad as this.” You snorted softly and shot him a look. He gave you an annoyed look knowing you were teasing him. “Besides, what you do is way worse than some paper. Fighting weird cults and bioweapons or whatever they’re called.”

“Yeah..” He scoffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t humorous. His expression quickly turned serious as he looked down at his lap. You could see the way his grip tightened the slightest bit around his glass and his jaw ticked.

He had been home a few days by now, having stayed in D.C for a few days to finish all of the report and briefing, and you hadn’t talked about what had happened to him in Spain, just that Ashley was safe, and some weird cult was behind it all, but he couldn’t say much more, or maybe just didn’t want to. Regardless, any mention of it would make him tense up. 

He got quiet, and his eyes not once looked your way again. You bit the inside of your cheek and sat up, leaning over your knees to be able to reach him.

“Leon,” You said his name softly and a gentle hand touched his leg. You felt him tense up, but he didn’t make any attempts to move away from your touch. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t care if he didn’t want to open up, you didn’t expect him to, and you would never force him to, but you wanted him to know you would listen if he did.

A shaky exhale left his lips, but he nodded. “Yeah baby, I’m good.” He answered after a few seconds, forcing a smile and forced himself to look your way, but his eyes never met with yours.

God this was killing you. 

Before you could respond, he downed the rest of his whiskey before rising to his feet and he started walking without saying a word. Oh no. Absolutely not. If there was something that made your blood boil, it was him walking away in the middle of a conversation. The avoidance. That was something you couldn’t deal with. 

“Leon.” You called his name firmly as you stood up and looked at him with a frown. He turned around with an exasperated spin and a tight jaw, frustration already starting to show. “Do not give me that look, Leon Kennedy.”

He smacked his tongue softly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes, “I’m not. I’m just..” He didn’t finish his sentence, he just sighed out loudly.

You let out your own sigh as you walked to stand in front of him. You stared up at him, eyes big as you met his pale blue ones. They looked emptier and less bright every time he came back from a mission, but this look, this look that screamed he was having a mental hurricane, he only had it after Raccoon City. 

“Baby I know… I don’t, I don’t know what you saw, or did in Spain, and I know you’re having a hard time right now. I just..” You sighed shakily, bringing your hands up to hold his face between them. He tensed up again, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his head hung low, but he said nothing and didn’t move away either. “See, this is what I mean. You don’t even want me to touch you. I want to comfort you, I want to help, but you won’t let me. I thought.. I thought we were past that.”

Your hands were at your sides now, and you had taken a step back from him. That seemed to make him look at you, now with big eyes full of guilt, like he hadn’t even realized he was rejecting you. He had been in his own head, not being able to forget the events of Spain, and not being able to sort out his feelings like he knew he should have. God, had he been acting like this the whole time he was home? Rejecting your attempts at comfort? 

“Baby..” He stepped forward, closing the gap you had just created, but he didn’t touch you. He just looked at you, lips parted. He didn’t know how to tell you. “It’s not that.. And it’s not you. In Spain.. There was someone else on that island..”

You stared at him with confusion at first, unsure what exactly that had to do with this. His eyes searched for yours with this guilt ridden and conflicted look. The same look he gave you after Raccoon City. The same one he gave you before he told you he needed time. And then it dawned on you. 

Someone else. 

“You saw her again, didn’t you?” Realization quickly flashed over your face, and that quickly turned into a mixture of anger and hurt as your gaze hardened. Leon saw it. “That’s what it is. You saw Ada. You saw Ada and now you have your balls all twisted up. Again.”

Now it was you who was walking away from him. You weren’t even going to argue this time, and you didn’t want to wait for him to tell you he needed time again. You were halfway up the stairs when Leon started to call your name, but you ignored him and simply turned the corner into your shared bedroom. 

“Shit.” He cursed to himself, sprinting after you, missing two steps and nearly tripping up the stairs in the process. 

By the time he made it to your bedroom you already had a backpack thrown on the bed as you aggressively threw clothes into it. His eyes widened with slight panic when he realized what you were doing.

“Hey, woah. It’s the middle of the night, where the hell are you going?” He huffed, walking back and forth between the bed and your dresser as you continued to aggressively toss clothes on the bed.

“Claire’s. Move.” You muttered as you stopped on your heels when Leon stood right in front of you, arms folded over his chest like a wall between you and your dresser. “Leon, I swear to God.”

“Just listen. It wasn’t like that. Nothing happened, sweetheart I swear.” God he wanted to hold you so bad, he didn’t realize just how much until now. But he didn’t reach for you, he kept his arms over his chest, afraid you would backhand him if he tried. 

“Yeah, ‘cause you probably realized she was just using you again, so you had no other choice but to come back home to me, and not with her, right?” You scoffed, the hurt and betrayal clear in your voice. He opened his mouth, but you didn’t even let him speak, “And before you ask me for time to sort out your feelings, I'm just gonna go stay at Claire’s, and maybe don’t bother looking for me this time.” 

You grabbed the backpack from the bed with whatever you managed to shove in there and started to walk to the door. But Leon was faster than you, stronger too. And before you could step foot outside that bedroom, he had closed the door and backed you into it, both of his hands pressed flat on the door on either side of your head. Your eyes were wide when you looked at him, lips parted but he didn’t let you speak this time.

“Do not say another word, don’t you fucking dare. Just listen to me.” He stressed every word with an authority that instantly made you close your mouth. You blinked a couple of times but didn’t dare say a word. So he continued. “Get this through your head, Ada means absolutely nothing to me anymore. She asked me to go with her, after everything and I.. I said no. I said no ‘cause I want nothing to do with her. I said no ‘cause I wanted to come home to you.”

“Leon..”

He shook his head at you as one of his hands gripped your jaw tightly and he bowed his head to speak closely to you. “I know I’ve been an asshole to you these past few days, I didn't realize I was shutting you out, and I’m sorry. But know that I would never chose Ada over you, not now, not fucking ever. I love you and I’m gonna marry you someday, don’t ever question that.”

You could hear your own breath, his breath, and he kept a tight grip on your jaw as his nose brushed against yours. You closed your eyes and sigh left your lips as you leaned in to press your lips against his, but he pulled back enough to leave you chasing.

"Stay here. Please baby." His voice was low and almost desperate. Fuck, you wanted him take you right then and there. You couldn't even speak, you just nodded, eyes still closed and lips parted. "Say it." 

"Yes. Yes, I'll stay, just.." You breathed out the words, mirroring his desperate tone as you clenched your fists around his t-shirt, pulling his body flush against yours. "Please." 

His mouth came crashing down against yours so hard he pulled a gasp from your throat. But it quickly turned into a whimper when he angled your head back, allowing him to slip in his tongue. And you happily allowed him to do so as his other hand gripped the back of your thigh. 

"Up." He mumbled against your lips as he nearly effortlessly hoisted you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso.

He walked the short distance to the bed, fingers squeezing your thigh and lips never leaving yours. He only pulled away when he laid you down on the mattress. You were about to whine when he leaned back, but you only managed to suck in a sharp breath as you watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes landed on the bruises and injuries he had come home with, a large knife cut across his bicep, now slightly pink as it began to heal, another smaller one above his collarbone, less angry looking, and more purple bruises than you could count, but they were starting to heal as well. Goddamn, even bruised he was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen. Clearly you must've been distracted by the absolute sight that was your boyfriend because you didn’t realize he started to undress you as well until he pulled your t-shirt -that was actually one of his old ones- over your head. He flashed you with a grin and a look that was outright filthy before he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your breasts while one of his hands played with the other. 

The whimper that fell from your lips was almost pathetic, and you couldn’t help but arch your back further into Leon’s mouth, his lips sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“Please Leon.” You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, but you were begging.

He pulled back from your breast with a hum, and tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You gave him a pitiful look, and made a sound resembling a whine. He simply stared at you with feign innocence, “What, baby? What do you want? Tell me.” 

Oh Leon S. Kennedy. That S didn’t stand for Scott, it stood for stubborn, because he had to have his way, no matter what.

You made the same pathetic noise, instinctively trying to rub your thighs together to give yourself to relief, but of course, Leon’s body was right in the fucking way, “Please I want.. Ugh fuck sakes Leon. I want your mouth, I want your cock, I want all of you, please.”

Leon had this smug smirk on his lips and he hummed, satisfied with your pathetic pleads, “Alright baby, this is what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, then you can come on my cock all you want. Would you like that?” 

God, the look you gave him right then made him want to split you wide open. That look of pure need that you could only give him, that you have only given him. And you nodded with so much eagerness it was almost adorable. 

“Do you remember how to speak sweetheart?” He asked with this mocking voice and a smirk that made you pull your lips into a small pout as you nodded, and then he smiled at you, head tilted, “Then use your words. Say ‘yes Leon’.”

This motherfucker.

You grumbled a whine of annoyance, for a moment feeling defiant, but Leon quickly gave you a warning look, a look that had you backing down pretty fucking quick, “Yes Leon.” You finally said, hoping that would get you what you wanted.

So he is stubborn, and an arrogant asshole. Checks out.

He gave you a satisfied smirk, and planted a hard kiss to your lips before he moved down the bed. He pressed his lips to your stomach as he pulled your pajama pants down your legs, your panties quickly following. You shivered softly when the cold air hit your core, but the cold was quickly replaced with his warm breath. His pale sapphire eyes found yours for a second as he threw your legs over his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to his face. He dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit and drew his tongue over the sensitive bud. The sounds that were coming from your mouth were anything but subtle. Your hands instantly flew to clutch his long hair. And while you might have not intended to pull, when two of his fingers slipped into you to join the rhythm of his tongue, you just couldn’t help yourself. You pulled, and fucking hard. He growled, sending vibrations through your core that had you gasping and he dug his other hand into your thigh as he forced you still on the mattress. 

“Oooh fuck, fuck Leon,” Your broken moans filled his ears, just as he felt the burn on his scalp from your pulling. 

He knew exactly where his mouth needed to be and where his fingers needed to curl to make you come apart, he prided himself in that. And with the way you kept crying out his name and your body wouldn’t stay on the mattress, he knew you had to be pretty fucking close. 

“Stay fucking still.” He growled as he pulled back enough for his thumb to replace his tongue for just a second, just so he could watch the way your body writhed each time his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot. “Yeah that’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you baby? Mhm yeah. C’mon pretty girl, c’mon.”

His tongue quickly replaced his thumb on your clit, his lips closing around the swollen bud as his fingers scissored you open, the lewd sound of his mouth lapping at your dripping cunt filling your ears in the most delicious way possible. And you couldn’t help it, you pushed his head further against you, and the growl that rumbled in his throat as he abused your clit sent vibrations that had you seeing white. Your release coated his face and hand as you fell into a fit of shaking sobs.

His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it as his tongue still circled slowly around your swollen clit, not stopping until you were practically pulling him away by his hair, your body still twitching a bit. He chuckled softly, leaving a wet kiss to your thigh in silent praise before slowly climbing up your body. 

You opened your eyes to find him settled between your parted thighs, two fingers in his mouth and he moaned lowly as he tasted your juices off his fingers. Your mouth was wide open, and a whine left your lips. 

“Hm? Wanna taste baby?” He smirked as he pulled his fingers from his lips and leaned down, pulling you into a messy kiss by your jaw. You could taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips, and fuck, it had you clenching around nothing. He groaned softly, his clothed cock brushing against your wet cunt. He quickly pulled back, seemingly not wanting to wait any longer. “You taste so fucking good, but you feel even better.” 

He ridded himself of his sweatpants in a second or two, boxer briefs quickly joining on the floor. He hissed softly as he sat on his knees and brushed his cock over your entrance, covering himself in your slick.

“Please babe..” You whine softly, legs dangling over his hips as you endured his torture. He chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, don’t worry sweetheart, I got you.” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he leaned over you, your legs high on his torso as he slowly filled you, your walls instantly clenching around his cock. 

Leon moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut as he slipped further inside you, fingers digging into your hips with enough force to bruise, “Oooh fuck yeah, atta girl.”

You could only moan weakly in response, sounds so pathetic and broken, and Leon loved every goddamn second of it. He sat still for a few seconds, soaking in the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, but the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders encouraged him to move. He snapped his hips, over, and over, each delicious drag of his cock making you cry out. His pace was brutal almost immediately, and you were clinging on to him like that was all you were meant to do, to take everything he had to give you.

“Goddamn, you’re taking my cock so well baby. Mhmm, doing such a good job,” His words were coming out in between moans and whimpers, the feeling of you cunt clutching him so well making him just as desperate as he made you. “This is what you needed, hm pretty girl? Yeah, me too.”

He had your knees nearly pressed up to your chest by then as he fucked you into the matress, and you took it happily. You nodded eagerly, gripping his hair and pulling his face from your neck to meet your gaze. “You’re.. You’re mine, mkay? Just mine.”

Your words of ownership caught him by surprise, and he laughed between pants, biting down on his lip and he hovered over you enough to press his forehead against yours, the change in angle allowing him to hit your most sensitive spot, and he had you mouth wide open.

“Yours huh? I’m yours?” He asked with a wide smirk, your words clearly riling him up. You nodded quickly. “This dick is just yours, right baby? Is that what you want me to say? That no one else can have me? That no one else deserves it?”

He grunted out the words, lacking as much control as you did, but still in control enough to taunt you, to get you going, and fuck, he got you going like one else could. You were practically screaming ‘yes!’ at the top of your lungs. Your neighbors probably knew Leon was back by then. But neither of you could honestly be bothered to care about noise. 

“Yes! Yes, only I can have you.” Your words were broken, your voice was absolutely broken in between fits of sobs. Your hands were gripping at his blonde strands as your toes curled, the flash of heat you so desperately craved to feel a second time settling in your body as you continued to take in his punishing thrusts. But you still managed to say, “Please say it. That you’re mine. Fuck, please say it.”

Fuck, when you begged him like that, so close to falling apart for him, how could he ever deny you anything?”

The moan that fell from his lips at your words left you shaking, but you were not ready for what he decided to do next. He leaned down, as close as he could to your face, lips almost touching as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, and between pants he said, “I’m all yours baby.” 

You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your entire life, and Leon felt it. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as your walls clenched around him, hard. A shaky whimper left his mouth as his hips started to falter, his thrusts becoming more sharp and shallow the closer he was to his own release. You held him tightly, fingers gripping his hair and his name left your lips in soft sighs enticing him to fall apart as well.

“Mmm goddamn, I’m so close. Fuck, let me come inside you baby. Ugh,” His words were shaky, so close to falling apart. You nodded eagerly, clinging onto to him as he squeezed your throat, his moans getting louder and shakier before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you, “Ooooh fuck, mhmm that’s it baby. Take it like the good girl that you are.”

You closed your eyes in delight, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you ran your fingers through his slick hair soothingly, his hand now resting beside your head just as he rested his face on your neck. His quick and heavy breaths were hot on your neck, just as his body was hot on yours, but neither of you wanted to move, or leave the other. He needed you to hold him, and you needed him to let you. He never wanted you to doubt what he felt for you, ever again. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this, holding each other, Leon still inside you. Probably once he no longer had the energy to keep his weight off you, so with a kiss to your jaw, he moved away, lying beside you instead. He ran a hand through his disheveled and sweaty strands, getting his hair away from his face. With a lazy smile, he glanced over at you, equally fucked out, hair just as sweaty and disheveled as his. He bit his lip softly and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed softly, bringing your hand to hold his face.

“Mmm, I think I should make you jealous more often if you’re gonna fuck me like that.” He laughed softly, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You pulled back enough to look at him and you glared at him, nudging his head away. He only laughed harder.

“That was no jealousy, you asshole.” You rolled your eyes at him, lips slightly pursed, but the way he smiled at you and tilted his head made you crack a small smile. “I’m serious. Leon I swear to God if I find out you contact her again I will stab you in your sleep with your own knife.”

Leon knew your threat of bodily harm wasn’t serious, but he knew the reason behind it was, he knew he hurt you after Raccoon City, and it took him a long time to earn back your trust, and he would never put you through that again. 

“I won’t, I want nothing to do with her. I never did. I love you, that’s never going to change, yeah?” He leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile too. You believed him.

“I know. I love you too.”

“Good. Now I’ll go run us a bath for round two.” He shot you a wink as he got up and laughed when he saw the look you gave him, “That was a joke. I meant to get cleaned up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and simply shook your head as you watched him walk across your bedroom, but when he was about to walk out, you called his name.

“Yeah baby?” He said, peeking his head into your bedroom from the hallway.

“So, when are we getting married?”

[osaemu]

NAKAHARA CHUUYA: ❛❛ WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ a quick fuck with chuuya in his office is riskier than you'd expect, but it's so worth it. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. public sex (you almost get caught), desk sex, blowjob, fingering, manhandling, brief handjob, praise kink, degradation, use of slut, implied edging, pussy slapping, chuuya briefly forces you to ride his foot under his desk.

author's note: very self-indulgent bcs i can't stop thinkin' about chuuya

"shit, baby, keep looking pretty just f'me," chuuya groans from above you, one hand tangled in your hair. you're kneeling underneath his desk and giving him the riskiest blowjob known to man. anyone could just walk in and see you two, but thankfully, nobody's entered chuuya's office—yet.

you swirl your tongue on his reddening tip, smiling when chuuya lets out another breathy groan. his eyes are fixated on you, only you, even as his grip on the pen in his hand threatens to snap it in half. "f-fuck, you and your slutty tongue," chuuya curses, foot bouncing on the floor as you hum in response. the vibration nearly drags another long, loud moan out of chuuya, but he swallows it back.

"are you try'n to get us caught?" he hisses, tightening his grip on your hair. chuuya forces your mouth farther on his dick, grinning when your gag reflex kicks in. "c'mon, doll, you can take it."

due to chuuya's dick being shoved down your throat, it gets a little harder to breathe. you whine and nudge chuuya's leg, fluttering your eyelashes at him in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip on your hair. he laughs and shakes his head, touching the outside of your thigh with his shoe.

"look at you, kneelin' under my desk and looking so pretty f'me," chuuya cooes, ignoring the whimpers that escape your lips. "deep breaths, sweetheart. breathe through your nose, it'll get easier, i promise. you're doing so fuckin' good."

you obey and try to inhale through your nose, but it's hard—the air is thick and warm around his dick, but it gets a little more bearable. so you continue sucking him off, tongue lapping at his tip as chuuya struggles to suppress the groans that keep slipping from his lips.

right as chuuya's breaths get to a whole new level, you hear the door to his office creak open and chuuya shoves you entirely under his desk. his foot pushes you to the very back of it as he forces a scowl onto his flushed features. "the fuck you want?" he hisses at whoever opened the door.

"is this a bad time?" a familiar voice replies hesitantly. you recognize it instantly—akutagawa ryunosuke, another member of the port mafia. he pauses before continuing, "i can come back another ti—"

"no, it's fine," chuuya mutters, taking his hat from where it's perched on the corner of his desk and setting it on his head. from your spot under his desk, you can see just how red his face is—no wonder akutagawa sounded so reluctant to ask for something from chuuya.

"are you sure?" akutagawa asks, and you reach up and brush your fingers over chuuya's dick. chuuya flinches and an almost imperceptible sound escapes his lips before he quickly covers it up by shaking his head.

"just tell me," chuuya says briskly, features pinched and bright red. he slips his foot in between your thighs and teases your soaking pussy, and his movements are a little rougher than you'd expect. you suppress a soft moan at the way his shoe rubs against your pussy, and reach up to give chuuya a handjob.

when your thumb brushes against his leaking tip, chuuya swallows and rests his chin in one of his hands while resting the same elbow on his desk. akutagawa starts talking about some mission, but you can tell that chuuya's attention is entirely fixated on you. he slips his foot farther in between your thighs and bounces it, forcing you to essentially ride it.

"chuuya, are you alrig—" akutagawa starts, but chuuya cuts him off quickly.

"now really isn't a—fuck—good time," chuuya manages to force out, forehead pressed into his hand. he grits his teeth and hisses something about a headache, and akutagawa leaves a moment later. the second he's gone, chuuya reaches down and drags you out from under his desk. "you fuckin' brat, couldn't keep your hands to yourself for two goddamn seconds?" he snarls, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face. 

you smile cheekily as chuuya manhandles you onto his desk, scattering papers and pens on the floor as he rolls you onto your back. you flinch at the sudden cold from his desk on your skin, but chuuya wastes no time in spreading your legs and studying your pussy. "god, have you been this wet the whole time?" he drawls, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth. a moment later, those same fingers are in your pussy. "first you suck me off during work hours, then you try to give me a damn handjob while one of my underlings is in the fuckin' room? you needa learn your place, slut."

chuuya curls his fingers inside of you, and your back automatically arches in response. "feels so good," you moan as he continues fingering you, and the way your heart pounds at the thought of someone walking in on you two is unlike any sort of fear you've had before. "w-what if someone walks in?" you mewl, thighs pressing together around chuuya's hand.

he forces your legs apart again as he sneers down at you. "shoulda thought of that before you tested me like this, doll. stupid fuckin' brat, you gotta learn to use that pretty head of yours," he tsks. chuuya uses his other hand to tap the side of your head as he speaks, and white spots decorate the edges of your vision. 

"c-chuuya!" you whine, and as your sounds get louder and louder, chuuya eventually slaps his hand over your mouth and muffles your moans. even though it's hard to breathe again, everything just feels so good, and you finally understand the appeal of getting fucked on a desk. it's exhilarating, and the thought of getting walked in on only turns you on even more. 

"m' gonna cum," you whimper, thighs trembling as chuuya's fingers make your vision swim. you swear stars are dotting the corners of your eyesight as he goes a little deeper in you, and fuck, you can hardly think about anything besides chuuya. "ngh, i'm gonna—"

"heard ya the first time, doll," chuuya mutters, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "y' wanna cum all over my desk, yeah?" you nod in response, disconnected pleas and whimpers slipping out of your mouth the closer you get. "who knew my girlfriend was such—a—fucking—whore?" chuuya laughs, pulling his fingers out and punctuating each word with a slap to your pussy. you cry out every time his hand connects to your throbbing pussy, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from begging him to shove his dick inside you right then and there.

it's too bad you don't have any self-restraint, because just a second later, you're pleading and begging for his dick. "please, chuuya, i n-need you inside me," you mewl, shaking and pawing at the air. "please? i'll do anythin', i just need you in me right now," you gasp.

chuuya shakes his head and sits back down in his leather chair, watching you and your fucked-out state. he leans back and exhales, eyes tracing over your trembling figure. "nah, i'll wait for when i get home," he says casually, putting his feet up on the desk besides you. "do me a favor and clean up here, yeah? why don't ya bend over and pick up my papers from the floor? good girl," he cooes as you slide off his desk and force yourself to scoop up the various items that fell to the floor while chuuya briefly fingered you. 

chuuya's eyes follow you as you set his stationary back on his desk, and when you finish, he beckons you to sit on his lap with the same two fingers he used to fuck you with. you sit, and chuuya runs his fingers through your hair and presses his lips to your forehead.

"thank you," he murmurs, a smile dancing on his lips. chuuya pulls his head back and studies your expression before sighing and nudging you off him. "i'll see you at home, 'kay? be back by ten."

you nod in response and gather your things before backing out of his office. as you leave, you watch chuuya light a cigarette and ruffle his papers, eyes now focused on his paperwork. but as you wave goodbye, he momentarily looks up. "bye, darling," chuuya calls, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he continues, "can't wait for tonight."

[gilverrwrites]

Section 48: Unlawful Kisses

Pairing: Sam Winchester/AFAB! Reader

GN pronouns used, but reader does have a vagina, breasts, and wears 'feminine' clothing.

Plot: While studying at for a law exam, the reader just cannot keep their eyes, or mind, off of Sam.

Rating: M/18+

This is actually an updated/re-written fic I wrote and posted on a now deleted blog roughly 10 years ago. (Damn I'm old.) If well received I might try re-doing some other fics/writing new ones, who knows!

Don't forget: You are amazing, and worthy of love.

Content: Swearing, vaginal oral/cunnilingus, body worship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public, naked female, clothed male, size difference, light hair pulling, light biting, fluids, consensual, dominate Sam (if you squint). Reader is kind of a perv, Sam is a tease. Reader calls the shots, but Sam is Definity in charge.

Section 47; took away privilege against self-incrimination from any person ordered to testify or produce books, p-

Your eyes darted over to Sam for probably the millionth time since he had joined you half an hour ago. You had an exam tomorrow, and you’d hauled up in the library for some last-minute cramming, but since Sam had joined you, you’d lost any and all ability to concentrate. It was hard enough trying to focus on possibly the drollest piece of text you’d ever had to read, without him being here. Without the musky cedar smell of his aftershave, without his deft fingers skimming each page, without his pursed lips filling your head with thoughts of what he might be able to do with them. Those lips…

“You okay?” His hushed voice pierced the silence as he peeked over at you. You’d been staring, again.

“Who me? Yeah, totally.” You lied, pulling your book up to cover your gradually reddening face. The space between your legs was hot, but your face was hotter. “Peachy.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, unconvinced, but returning to his own book regardless.

Section 47; took away privilege against self-incrimination from any person ordered to testify or produce books, papers, etc., and provided that any person so ordered to testify or produce would be immune from any prosecution based on evidence provided….

Movement in your peripheral distracted you. You looked over to see Sam, leaning all the way back in his chair, his toned arms stretched behind him, neck exposed, chest puffed out. The hem of his shirt had ridden up slightly, giving you the tiniest peak at his abdomen, and the trail of hair that adorned it.

Reluctantly you turned back to your studies, not wanting to be caught eyeing him up yet again, but as soon as your eyes returned to the text in front of you, he let out a sigh.

You glanced over just in time to watch his tongue dart out, wetting his finger so he could turn a page. Amazing how such a small action could make your knees weak. Shit… it’s like he was trying to distract you.

Probably feeling your eye burning into him, Sam turned to look back at you, and yet again you dived back into your textbook, hiding behind its paper walls as you tried to rid your mind of Sam and his mouth.

“Section 48; set forth venue in any prosecution for unlawful… unlawful… unlawful things I want you to do to me with those lips.”

“What?” You jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“What?” You repeated back, spinning to look up at his quizzical expression.

“You said something…” His lips squeezed into a smile, his eyes raked up and down your body, and suddenly you knew how Sam must have felt under your gaze just minutes earlier. “Something about, lips doing unlawful things to you?”

“Shit.” You thought your eyes might bulge out of your head, your heart was in the pit of your stomach, and if you’d been blushing before, you must look like a traffic light now. “Did- did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah.” He confirmed, with a nod. His brows furrowed and his jaw tightened as he leaned in closer. You couldn’t resist taking a deep breath in through your nose, indulging in his scent. His hot breath against the ear sent a chill down your spine. “Were you talking about my lips?”

Your brain went into overdrive, was this it? The moment you’d been waiting for? You and Sam had always had a playful, flirty relationship, but was this the turning point? If you confessed, would he give you what you want? Could you both finally stop beating around the bush and get down and dirty together? What exactly would he do? Or would you humiliate yourself? Would he send you packing with your tail between your legs? Could you live with that rejection? Totally, it would suck but you’d get over it, right? Right.

You chanced a look at Sam's face. His eyes bore into you so intensely it made your stomach roll. You’d never seen him look so fierce before, and much like every other expression he wore, it was hot.

Trying to mimic his confidence you straightened your back, locked eyes with him, and nodded.

He smiled, and immediately you felt assured, but that didn’t stop your hair from standing on edge as he pressed into you. This time you felt the softness of his lips on the shell of your ear, and it made you squirm. “Say it.”

“I want you to do unlawful things to me with your mouth, Sam.” You responded, trying your best to sound sultry.

“Oh yeah.” He murmured, lowering his mouth to the back of your jaw, caressing your skin with each word. You wished he could read the dictionary to you in this exact position. “Like what?”

You scanned through your surroundings, checking each aisle of books to confirm your solitude. Nobody else really came this far back in the library, especially at this time of night. You were pretty certain the only other person in the building was the night librarian, who only ever ventured from her desk to make a coffee in the communal kitchen. You had little to worry about as long as you stayed vigilant. Brazen smile on your lips, you turned your attention back to Sam who seemingly had also been examining your surroundings.

Reaching up, you ran your fingers up the warm skin of his neck and threaded them into his hair. You’d always wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked, and now you finally had confirmation; yes. Yes, it was that soft.

“Like,” You hummed, gently guiding him from your neck until you were face-to-face. “I want you to kiss me, slow and gentle to start. Then har-“

He interrupted you, tenderly pressing his lips to yours, just as gently as you’d imagined. Strong hands came up to cup your face and pull you into him, deepening the kiss. Your own hands knotted into his hair as his mouth pressed harder against your own.

“Like that?” He asked, breaking away just enough so that his words were intelligible.

“Exactly like that.” You replied, surprised by the breathiness of your own voice.

“What next?” He pried, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You could think of a thousand things you wanted him to do next, but… “Aren’t you worried someone might see us? We could get in a lot of trouble.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when, and if, we get to it.” He shrugged, amusement clear as day on his face, completely unable to refrain from grinning. “If you don’t want that to happen, you’ll have to keep really quiet. Or tell me to stop.”

You knew he was into this, both of you at the mercy of each other. The exhilaration of possibly being caught. Besides, you’d already grabbed the bull by the horns, may as well enjoy the ride.

“Well… Next, I want you to keep kissing me, on my jaw, my neck, my ches-”

Clearly, too excited to wait until you’d finished your instructions, Sam leaned in to kiss you once more. His lips never left yours as his arms looped around your waist, lifting you from your seat like you were nothing and placing you on the desk, blinding you from anyone who might stumble to your section of the library. The simultaneous actions made you lose any composure and you moaned into Sam's mouth.

He pulled back, pressing a finger to his lips and shushing you. You barely had a chance to take in his dishevelled form before he reattached himself to your jawline, rapidly tracing his lips against your smooth skin, occasionally swirling his tongue in any crevice he could find. You had to stifle a whimper when you felt his teeth nipping at your throat.

Sam’s calloused hands massaged your shoulders briefly before he hooks his fingers under the straps of your vest top, working them down your arms, along with the neckline, revealing your bra to him.

“These too?” He asks, leaning back to admire you. Still unable to rein back the smile on his face.

“Those too.” You established as he reached out both hands to cup each breast. Not wanting to be completely exposed, you elected against entirely removing your bra. You did, however, guide his hands to grip the top of its cups, folding them down to your underbust, thus exposing them completely, but allowing you a quick and easy way to pull it back up.

“Lucky me.” Sam mused, eyes glazed, his tongue darted over his lips before he dipped down to fix his mouth around your left nipple.

You sucked in a harsh breath and reached out for him. Your hands gripping into the fabric of his shirt. Unable to ignore the growing heat between your legs you started squirming, rubbing your thighs together to produce any sort of friction. Sam clearly noticed and let out a small laugh, the gust of air on your wet nipple only serving to turn you on all the more. Obviously enjoying your reaction Sam moved over to the other side. Using his fingers to play with your left nipple as he sucks on the right. Playfully he nibbles at the hardened skin before blowing on it. Both times you resist the urge to let out a groan.

“Does that feel good?” He asks, kissing his way back up your chest.

“Yes.” You reply, steering him up until he’s close enough for you to plant another kiss on his lips. With a gentle hand, he pushes you back, cutting your kiss short. You pout and he laughs, but you let him lay you down. Your back presses against your long-forgotten textbooks. You should probably check them out when you leave, just so you can wipe them down before anyone else uses them you think. The feel of Sam's fingers squeezing your tits pulls you from your train of thought.

“Should I keep kissing you here?” He asks, before dipping his hand lower, running it across your belly before hitching up your skirt. Gingerly he runs his thumb over your panties, once twice, three times before looking back up at you. “Or do you want my unlawful mouth down here?” He teased.

“Down there.” You respond without hesitation. “Down there is good!”

“I can tell.” He says as he grasps your underwear, quickly pulling them down your legs, over your feet before dandling them above you. “You’re already soaked.”

And he was right, you could see the dark stain your wetness had left against the fabric. You’d blush, but you were already half naked, and sprawled out for him in the middle of a public space. You couldn’t be any more exposed if you’d tried.

Without another word, Sam tucked your panties into his pocket and got to work. He ghosted the tips of his fingers against your folds and your toes curled. Slowly he added more and more pressure until you could feel him firmly rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck.” You whined, Sam immediately removed his hands from you entirely.

“Wh-“ You darted into a seated position only for Sam to clamp his hand over your mouth.

“Shhh.” He hissed, before grabbing you by the wrists and replacing his hand with your own. “Keep your voice down. Not a peep, okay?”

His voice was deadly serious but the look on his face betrayed him. He was loving this. You bow your head in acknowledgement and allow him to lean you back against the table. You watch impatiently as he re-surveys the area. Clearly content that you’re still alone together, he crouches down, levelling himself with you, then slowly leans in and places a kiss on your core.

Content with keeping you on edge he starts slow. His mouth barely making contact with your skin. Blood rushing, and heart thundering you can barely contain yourself. You rest your legs on his shoulders, thighs around his head, and attempt to urge him on, to pull him closer.

Sam chuckles, his breath taunting your slit.

Then without warning, he delves into you. He starts on your clit again, and you fight every urge to clench your legs around him, to cry out. You bite your knuckles instead as he works downward.

He begins darting his tongue in and out, fucking your entrance until you're dripping down his face. You glance down at him, and have to hold back another groan at what you see. Eye closed, brows knitted, Sam is totally lost, blissed out in between your legs.

One of his hands grips your thigh for purchase as he pulls his face up, returning to your clit. The other hand sneaks between your legs, and he plunges two fingers inside. Allowing you no time to adjust, he sets a fast, steady pace. His fingers keep pumping into you, as his mouth continues working over your clit.

You fight back every moan, every cry that attempts to climb out of you, biting onto your hand so hard that you're afraid you might take a chunk out of yourself.

It isn’t long before your toes begin curling again, you kick your legs around, rutting yourself against Sam's face to try and relieve the energy building up in you. Sam remains unbothered, completely serene buried in your heat. He’s like a machine, a pussy-eating God, never faltering from his pace.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, you arched your back, craning your head back. Your hips stilled, locking in place when it finally hit you. You felt like there was fire in your veins and it was all pulsing into your pussy. Your nails dug into your cheek as you silence your own screams.

Panting and shaky from your orgasm, you sag against the table, letting your legs dangle either side of Sam, signalling to him that you’d climaxed, if he was even in doubt.

“How was that? Everything you had in mind?” He asked, standing up, towering over you. The lower half of his face glistened with your slick.

“Fuck Sam.” You breathed, reaching for him, needing assistance to get it back up.

The sound of footsteps startled you both, interrupting you before you could even start to compliment him. You launched off the table, stretching up to wipe Sam's mouth. Sam in turn roughly gabbed at your top and bra, yanking it back over your chest before you both bombed back into your chairs, and just in time.

The concerned face of the night shift librarian pokes out from behind a shelf. “You kids alright? I thought I heard some commotion?”

“No. We’re good.” You both said in union, suppressing laughter.

The librarian eyed you both wearily before nodding at you both. “Okay then, I’ll let you get back to your books.”

You both waited in complete silence and stillness until you deemed her footsteps far away enough.

“Sam! That was amazing.” You half whispered; half sang.

Sam in turn looked embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, averting his eyes, unable to hide the growing blush on his own cheeks. You couldn’t believe his sheepishness, as if he wasn’t tongue deep inside you just moments before.

“Thanks.” He grinned. “Do you want to come back to my place? I’d like to do that again, but actually get to hear you this time, you know?”

You glanced down at the open books strewn across the desks, and then up at the clock. It was late...

Screw it, if you didn’t have all the reading memorised by now, you weren’t gonna know it by the morning.

“Absolutely!” You exclaimed, not missing the look of triumph in Sam's eyes before you stood and started packing your notes into your bag. “But can I get my underwear back?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Sam patted his pocket as he stood to pack his own bag. You reached your hand over to him, but instead of returning your underwear, he took your hand in his, and began leading you through the shelves. “You can have them back in the morning.”

[shidouryusm]

✿༝༚༝༚ Satoru: 1 You: 0 ✿༝༚༝༚

content -> fluffy fluff, banters, teasing and touching, making out, mentions of hickey at the end, implied sexual innuendo at the end.

w/c- 1.6k

a/n -> Happy birthday to my blue eyed goober, I love this lil shit till infinity. @pastelle-rabbit to answer your ask more thoroughly hehehehe. And to every Gojo fucker, hope y'all enjoy this once again extremely self indulgent piece with me and let's celebrate our pookie's birthday. Gojover? hell nah what's that

dividers by @/cafekitsune

“Babyyy, I’m hereee. Stop looking at your phone”, you hear Satoru’s whines muffled in your sweater. Your arms wrap around his neck as you hold the phone above his head, which in fact you were using to post for his birthday.

“Just a min, ‘toru.” you murmur softly, using one of your hands to thread through his cloud like hair. Your nails gently graze his scalp, starting from his undercut, as they smoothe over the prickly skin, reaching to the tufts of white candy floss that sits atop, repeating the circling motion again and again. Satoru hums satisfyingly at the feeling of your hands combing through them, comfortable enough to shut up momentarily and nuzzling himself further into your chest. You smile at his clinginess, dipping down to press a light peck on the top of his head. 

Your nostrils fills with the sweet scent of shampoo, the fragnance carrying undertones of candy and molten marshmallow. You wonder where he even gets these and how much do they cost? 

His hands envelopes your back as you half lay on the couch with him plopping himself right on top of you, his tall frame settles between your legs while his head nests snugly on your chest. You tangle one of your leg around the back of his shin. A mess of limbs under the thin blanket that covers both your lower bodies. 

Outside, the sun shlyly peeks from the greyish clouds that wrings out sudden downpours every now and then, forcing both of you to coop up inside the house. 

Not that Satoru was complaining at all, until now, when you shifted your attention from your grown ass boyfriend to your phone. He scoffs mockingly at you, still immersed deep in your phone. What even is there in that godforsaken phone? His blue eyes maliciously eyes that rectangular device. He lays on your chest, silently devising plans on having you all to himself, till the cogs of his brain click.

He shifts, raising himself slightly under the pretext of  “just getting comfortable” so that his face now nestles the crook of your neck. Warm breaths tickles the skin under your ear to which you squirm a little, 

“Toru-” you warn. From your peripheral vision you see him curled up over you, pulling the warmth of your body towards him. His face painted with an expression of serenity as if the only thing in his mind is to be bask in your silent embrace. 

“Hmmm? What did I do?” faux innocent laced his words. You roll your eyes, one of your head still tangled between his locks. He waits for a while, letting you fall into a fake sense of security before  his hands that were wrapped around your lower back start their journey to explore the expanse of your back. His touch is soft, leaving an electrifying sensation through your thin sweater. Almost ticklish and tantalising. One of his hands reach below, long fingers playing with the hem of your sweater, daring to slip underneath it. 

You try your best to not give into whatever mischief his brain has cooked up. Even though, you know, you should have given him the attention, considering it’s his birthday. 

But, since he had to be a menace, two can play the game, right? 

Your attention has now fully shifted to your phone, the cat reel that was playing became ten times more interesting to watch. You even decided to up a notch, removing your hand from his hair to grab the phone with both hands. 

“So, this is how it’s gonna be?” you hear him challengingly mutter, the removal of your hands acting as a declaration of silent war between you two. You dared not to look at him, although you were certain that his face is curled up in his trademarked smirk, plotting to win. 

But if he’s Gojo Satoru, you are Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend. No way in hell you are backing out from this little game you both started literally out of nowhere. 

“Gonna be what, ‘Toru? What did I do?,” you parrot his words back at him, feigning innocence while still peering at your phone. Your jaw muscle twitches, a smile threatening to break out. 

Satoru quirks an eyebrow, amused by your witty banter. One of the many things that made him fall head over heels for you – your ability to match his energy at any given moment.

 Little challenges sparking up between you guys often, keeping the ultimate fire of passion alive. 

“Well, if you say so then,” Satoru breathes, his hands now fully getting into work, as they roam around your body. his other hand trails down to your hips, studying the way his palm bumps over the dips and curves. 

The hand that was fiddling with the hem has slipped inside, resting over the waistline of your sweatpants. You feel your heart race as his blunt nails scrape over your skin ghostily, hooking one finger under to pull the elastic. He snickers against your skin before releasing the fabric, letting it snap against your skin. 

You let out a small gasp at his ministrations. From the corner of your eyes you can make out this insufferable prick grinning at you, still resting his face on your neck. 

“Low blow, ‘toru.” you narrow your eyes, determined to still not make any eye contact as you whisper under your breath, which apparently he caught on. 

You hear him hum, “hmmmm? should have known before removing your hand, baby,” his satirical voice vibrates through as you scoff.

“Should have kept your hands to yourself in the first place.” 

“Shouldn’t have ignored me in the first place. Y’know it’s impossible for me to not touch you, why demand such a thing?” with that, he lets his fingertips place fluttering touches all over your skin, without the obstruction of your sweater. You hiss, trying to squirm away from his cold fingertips but this sturdy, 6 foot giant had you locked under his hold, causing you to fail horribly.

“You’re cold! Get your hands off me.” you grumble. Satoru pretends to not hear anything, continuing to draw random lines with his fingers all over your lower back and sides. At times, fully planting his palm on your back, the frigidness making you gasp and falter. 

“More the reason for me to touch you. You’re hot, baby.” he quips, to which you fall silent. How does he have the answer to everything you say? 

“I’m not gonna leave my phone nor will I react now. You’re gonna lose the challenge”, you huff to which he shrugs his shoulder,

“Nah, I’d win.” Satoru says coolly, resuming his exploration with his hands.

You fall back to your phone, finding it difficult to concentrate on whatever is playing on the phone with the way Satoru’s hands glides over your skin. The pads of his fingers skim through your stomach. Even though they are cold, the lingering touch leaves wamr blaze in its wake. Your heart races sporadically as you anticipate where his hands might move next. 

Although, your face says otherwise, making the most sour expression possible as you stare daggers into your phone. Satoru has always noticed every minuscule details and changes in your body, so this definitely didn’t go under his radar. 

He decides it’s time to dial it up a bit. Afterall, he’s the birthday boy.

With his left hand which was already underneath your sweater, he continued tracing over your skin, while his right hand snaked up to the neckline of your sweater right where his face is currently planted to tug it down, exposing more of your skin in front of him. The veil of cold from the weather outside causes goosebumps to flesh out in your skin, catching Satoru’s eyes as he admires them with his piercing gaze before his mouth puckers in a “o”, cool air slid over your skin from his mouth. 

“T-toru, stop it.” your resolves crumbles like your voice. 

“Are you denying the birthday boy, baby? Don’t hurt me like that.” He whispers against your skin, a mocking bent in his tone as he feigns sadness. You debate whether to succumb to his touches or strangle him.

You breathe through your mouth, attempting to gain composure which you are notoriously failing to do. Satoru’s lips presses against your skin, his lips etched with a grin as he places countless pecks throughout the crevice of your neck and shoulder.

“So fucking pretty, still can’t believe you’re like all mine. Why were you ignoring me, baby. Need you always so fucking much.” Satoru’s gravelly voice vibrates through your skin, the tingles straight shooting down your spine. His hand has now gripped your side like a vice, fingers indenting deep into the skin.

 He groans against your shoulder as he press a kiss there, finding his way back to your neck again, millions of kisses littering your skin. He reaches under your ear, his teeth nipping lightly at the lobe.

Meanwhile, his hands push your body up, towards him, grinding his lower body against yours.

A soft whimper dares to escape your lips before you suppress it. Hands turning a little wobbly, and you hate how heat courses through your veins as Satoru turns your whole being into a mushy puddle against himself.

“Give up, darling.” Satoru whispers in your ear, before his mouth catches hold of your skin. His teeth scrapes the skin, sucking it fervently, while his back pushes you flush against him, letting you feel all the ridges and contour of his skin. His heart rhymes with your, palpitating with galloping beats. A soft whine escapes Satoru's throat at this steamy turn of events.

This had to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back as your phone slides from your hand, falling somewhere on the floor. Your head tips back and a breathy moan ricochets the room as Satoru duly runs his tongue over the hickey that prickled a little.  

You hear Satoru’s simpering resonating around the room as he pulls you up, now seated on the couch with you straddling his lap

“See, told you I’d win.” his hand caresses the newly formed mark that will definitely take a concealer or turtleneck to hide.

“You prick. Fuck you. You did that on purpose.” 

“Tell me where it says I can’t do that.” he muses, shutting you up once again. Your lips jut in a pout as you stare at him. 

His eyes are so blue, glossing with the reflection of the rain pouring outside. His forehead veiled with your most favourite part of his body – those fluffy tufts of hair and his lips curl into a toothy smile. The eyes brimming with love and admiration for you.

Even as he weaseled his way out with an upper hand, you don't feel any of it. Rather, you drink in the way he looks so haphazard. So messy. So homely.

Your hands reach to cup his face, feeling the physicality of his beauty before you lean down to press a kiss.

“The least I can do for you birthday is to let you win, I guess. Happy Birthday, sexy.” you murmur against his lips, taking them between your own.

 He returns the kiss with the same vigour, his hands are now out of the sweater, holding your back for support, whilst pulling you close to him. 

The flavour of your strawberry balm etches itself in Satoru’s mind and he never wishes to stop from relishing the taste of your soft lips. A calm havoc wreck his insides as he thanks whatever lies above for granting him the biggest gift of his life – you.

You break apart from him, his eyes deepening their shade of blue and his face carrying a lingering expression of passion. His chest heaves from deep breaths as you stare at him with confusion. He motions his eyes downwards, making you realise what’s the issue.

“Mind helping me out?” 

a/n -> God I'd commit felonies to experience this especially with a 6'feet, white haired, blue eyed, freakishly handsome and annoying blockhead.

[whoreteen]

Hhu wanting you to ✨beg✨ like a good gurrrll

↳ pairings: hhu x reader ↳ wc: 2,5K. ↳ genre: smut with a dash of fluff, fwb!au, roommate!au, established relationship. ↳ content warnings: TEASING (lots and lots of it), unprotected sex, use of pet names, dumbification, orgasm denial, corruption, praise kink, slight degradation & dacryphilia if you squint your eyes lol [lmk if i missed anything]

a/n: i wrote short scenarios for the members based off my brain rot . Nothing Else 🤭 they’re all self indulgent sorry not sorry hsgdgs this is straight up filth ok brace yourselves &&’ hope you like it anonie ~_~ also this isn’t proofread oops

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♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋

— your innocence only makes him want to corrupt you more than he already has.

Seungcheol doesn’t know when or how it all started, but his brain is constantly filled with images of corrupting your every thought. He wants to hear you beg for him and have you know you only belong to him.

He’s fought countless thoughts with himself, blaming it all on your innocent nature that’s in contrast to his own dirty one, yet, he just can’t help taking the most innocent things that you do and making them seem so wrong and dirty.

He doesn’t care how he found himself in this predicament, truthfully, but fuck. You’re just so pure and inexperienced, so innocent — soaking yourself at the simplest of touches. He truly just can’t get enough.

“Fuck.. Cheol,” you choke out his name as he buries his face in your neck, stopping to nip and suck at the flesh there as you’re wrapped around him in every way.

You let out a whine and shiver slightly when his warm breath tickles his neck.

He looks up to admire your desperate state momentarily, bottom lip caught in his teeth before muttering a soft, “Yes, angel?”

His lips attaches to your neck again, leaving open mouthed kisses and light bite marks. The overly intense feeling of his soft, wet lips on your neck and thick cock buried deep inside of you is almost getting too much to bare.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, smirking ever so slightly, eyebrows raised in amusement. He damn well knows your answer already.

“Fuck— no, please, no,” you cry out pathetically as you roll your head into the pillows. “Please.”

“Please what?” he taunts. There’s nothing more he loves than your soft, tiny moans, he just wants you to be louder for him. “I got you baby, but you gotta— shit, you gotta tell me what you want.”

Looking up at with those lidded, slight glossy eyes that he swears he could get lost in, you nod. “P-please,” you moan, “fuck me harder.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, feeling his cock swell a bit more at your pleas, wanting it just as bad as you’re asking for it. “Beg for it.”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust and your voice turns into a squeak as you clench around him.

“Come on, baby, show me how much you want it. How much you want me to fuck you…”

“Cheollie, please,” you’re downright begging now, moaning his name against his lips as his strokes gets faster, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening with each thrust. “Nggh oh my god, fuck—I want it so bad. Please don’t stop.”

You let out a whimper and when you look up at Seungcheol, you’re met with dark, lust blown pupils, and lips swollen red.

His mouth is half open as he lets out very low guttural grunts. “That’s my good girl, I always got you, baby. Are you close? ‘Wanna cum for me?”

♡ 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎

— you’re never one to dirty talk, but unfortunately he won’t fuck you properly unless you do.

“Fucking say it.”

Your tiny moans fill the room as Wonwoo starts slowly grinding inside of you languidly, causing friction between the two of you.

For some reason, your boyfriend gets off on the incoherent babbles that pour out of your mouth as he pounds his big cock inside of you. He just loves hearing you cry and beg for him, but more than anything, he loves seeing you in this state. You never know what to do with yourself whenever he fucks you, it’s almost like you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.

“I said say it,” he demands harshly.

You can’t help but whine and grind your hips up to meet his that have suddenly slowed to a stop.

One thing about Wonwoo is he HAS to hear how good he makes you feel; he wants to hear you beg, swear, use your manners and say ‘please’.

But more importantly, he wants you to tell him what you want.

Your only response is a drawn-out moan, lower lip caught between your teeth. At this point, you just want him to move. To give you what you so desperately want.

“Or I’ll stop,” he adds, earning another whimper from you as his strong hands grip your waist, stilling you with a firm grip. “Don’t test me.”

A low whine of his name escapes your lips and he feels his cock harden at the sight of your doe eyes, pouty lips, and messy hair. His mouth literally waters at the sight.

“Please… Wonu, I need you,” you finally plead. “Please, fuck me hard, make me cum,” you sob while hopelessly bucking your hips into his, yet to avail. “Please…”

You whine, eyes shut tight, “Y-you feel so good… inside me, nggh oh my god. So big.. I-I love it, fuck, so much.”

You’re so needy at this point and literally in the palm of Wonwoo’s hand, but your boyfriend isn’t someone to give in so easily.

If you really wanted it, you’d have to beg and work for it.

He slowly thrusts his hips up shallowly as he moans at the delicious drag of your wet heat.

“How bad do you want it, baby?” he smirks as he watches you tremble and clench around him from such minimal contact. “Hmm? Tell me.”

“S-so badly,” you plead. “I need it.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need, princess?” he teases sadistically, nipping at your bottom lip a little too harshly before licking over the sore spot in apology.

You try to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s eyes and he can’t help but smile lovingly, his dom presence almost disappearing. God, this side of you is just endlessly cute and he finds himself falling even harder for you, if that’s even possible.

He thrusts his hips slightly. “You gotta use your words. If you can’t even say what you need, maybe you don’t want it that bad,” he shrugs nonchalantly, withdrawing his cock the slightest bit, but you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist tightly, to keep him in place.

“No, no, no!” you cry out, sounding so broken as you clench around him. “Please, you make me feel so good, I love how you feel inside of me— please, don’t stop.”

You’re almost crying at this point, tears slipping down your face, and god did Wonwoo love seeing you beg.

“You’re so cute, baby girl, so fucking adorable,” he confesses as he begins thrusting into you, his pace fast and merciless, until you’re a mess of incoherent words, finally giving you what you want. “Do you know that? You’re so beautiful, such a pretty mess, and it’s all for me, right? Fuck, I love you so much… my good girl.”

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔

— he realizes the sound of your desperate moans are more enough to send him over the edge.

You moan, sobbing quietly as you try to muffle the desperate sounds of pleasure you’re letting out behind your hand, too focused on the way he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“C’mon baby,” he coos lightly. “I know you wanna be good, for me, don’t you?”

His hips slows to an agonizing slow grind against yours and you nod vigorously. “Exactly, now take your hand off your mouth. For me.”

You do as you’re told. He tightens the grip around your neck just a little before his forehead presses against yours. “Wanna, fuck, hear those pretty little noises you make.”

You feel the loud gasp you let out cut through the already stuffy room and it only takes a few seconds before you stop fighting the urge to push yourself against him, kissing him sloppily.

Mingyu moans into the kiss and presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing each of your delicious moans. Truthfully, there’s nothing more he loves than hearing your moans, but as always, he really needs you to be louder for him. Like, he feels like if he doesn’t hear your loud moans, he might die. That’s how bad it is…

“Gyu…” you whimper. “I— fuck, oh my god yes, just like that… Feel so full.”

To him, your moans and sounds of pleasure is music to his ears, something he wants to hear over and over again.

All of this started with you drunkenly hooking up with your roommate, Mingyu once, and since then, you’ve been casually ‘hanging out’. You’ve had many pillow talks at first which involved conversations about what you’re both into and not into as well as rules to keep things from getting, well, messy.

Surely, the ‘no feelings’ and ‘no strings’ rules were the most important things in your relationship, but Mingyu had broken them way before he knew they even existed.

He fell for you the first time you had sex, and at this point, he’s too far gone to even think about refusing you anything you want. If quick hookups is what you want from him, and still be his friend, then he can do that.

Little does he know, you feel the exact same way.

Mingyu lazily licks his lips and raises an eyebrow at the desperate whines of plea that escapes your mouth as you buck your hips into his.

“I know you can take it,” he pants, the way he’s speaking makes your head spin as he gradually picks up his pace. You feel him deliver a particularly rough thrust that manages to hit that soft spot inside of you as you force your grip on him to tighten and your eyes to snap shut.

You try to open your mouth to say something, but all you can produce are silent gasps and broken whimpers of his name as he thrusts his hips into you.

“Fuck, baby. Show me you’re a good girl.”

Your eyes roll back into your head, he’s got you just where he wants you. “Mingyu, oh my god, right there!”

He continues to thrust his hips hard and deep, your tight walls tightening around him as your loud moans loudly resounds in the empty room.

“Yeah?” He places one of your legs over his shoulder as his pace quickens, a choked moan falling from your lips at the feeling. “Tell me how good I make you feel. Want you to feel good for me.”

“S-so good, fuck. ‘Gonna cum.”

Mingyu thrusts forward, loosening his grip on your waist until his cock is fully sheathed inside your gspot before he suddenly stills his hips. “Wanna cum? Yeah? Beg for it like a good girl, then.”

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋

— he wants you to fuck you so good to the point you won’t be able to think about anyone or anything else.

Vernon is tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before he pulls away and you hear a soft, “Fuck, you’re so pretty… so gorgeous, it’s killing me,” dance over your ear.

You let a high-pitched moan escape your lips and his hips slow to a deep grind as he appreciates how wet you get just from him spilling out a few words, how you crumble beneath him before he even pushes his dick fully inside of you.

“My good girl… Taking it all in like the beautiful slut you are, hmm?” he coos. “Just for me?”

“Fuck, it feel so good I’m so— oh my god, so close.”

“Say my name,” he commands in a low voice, running his large hands beneath your body, groping a handful of tits. “Wanna hear you moan my name.”

The thing about Vernon though, is that he gets off on stuff like this. You’ve been friends with benefits for a while and, the amount of times he’s fucked his hand to the thought of you moaning his name? Countless. The way you whimper his name? Fuck, he’s on cloud nine.

“Hansol— oh my god, fuck!” you cry faintly, your entire body trembling as he tilts his mouth to your ear and whispers obscene delights. “It feels so good, please don’t stop— god, please.”

Vernon firmly grips your throat the second you moan his name, grinding his cock as deep as he can penetrate you, stretching you to accept his size. You feel your inner muscles strangling him and close your eyes.

“No, no, no. Don’t close them baby,” he demands, his soft voice holding a certain degree of authority that instantly makes you stop in your tracks. “Wanna see your face…”

You open your eyes to look into his gorgeous ones and he thinks he might explode, the eye contact alone is enough to nearly send him over the edge.

“I want your eyes on me, can you do that for me, baby girl?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper, moaning at the wrecked look in your eyes.

The next move you make is giving him a kiss that’s much softer and sweeter, a gentle one, right before he says, “I promise I’ll make you feel good, trust me.”

In all honestly, you don’t need to hear it. You already know he will, just like he always does.

“Sollie— god, fuck! Feels so good. Fuccck— so big….”

“Oh yeah?” he says, entertaining your little rant.

Continuing to rut against his hips, you feel yourself forgetting how to breathe as you stare in awe at Hansol who’s voice is getting breathy and fucked out.

You squirm underneath him, closing your eyes.

“Look at me baby,” he says. “Open your eyes.”

You look up at the pretty boy on top of you, beads of sweat running from his collarbone over his perky chest. He looks so fucking hot, all blissed out and fucking you as hard as he can.

“There she is…” he grunts, “My good fucking girl. Keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?”

You can’t help but nod, moving against his hips and moaning his name continuously as you try your best to get more friction. Your chanting stops for a minute but your best friend’s hips hasn’t stopped, still buried deep inside you.

“I-I need words, baby, wanna hear you beg,” he moans. “You look so pretty, all flushed… Shit, you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck— there you go baby, that’s my good girl. Always so good for me…” Vernon whispers against your lips as his hips slow to a deep grind, crashing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. “You’re doing so well for me. Taking me so fucking well, like always, huh?”

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[goingmerryfics]

I have this crazy thought in my head for a while sorry 👀😁 would you write sth. where Reader catches Law and Zoro masturbating? 😏 They're so embarrassed and in panic that they get clumsy and maybe trap their cocks in the zipper of their pants.

Caught masturbating w/ Zoro & Law

Content: GN reader, NSFW so MDNI or you will be blocked and I don’t wanna do that it’s too much work :(!!

Notes* This is my first NSFW requested prompt so congrats on that! Also it made me laugh when I read this so double props to you.

Zoro

The ship isn’t the most private place for alone time

So whenever Zoro feels the itch, he’ll wait for everyone to head to bed, to scratch it while he’s up in the crow’s nest so he won’t be interrupted

It’s hard to catch Zoro off guard at any time, but when he’s focused on his pleasure the world around him send to cease to exist

The cold nights make it a little more difficult to pull this off

You'd think he'd have more self-discipline

He only pulls his pants down by his thighs- just enough to pull his cock free 

He’s already half hard and leaking from having to wait all day for this

He pauses, looking around over the edge of the crow’s nest to make sure no one is around

Spits in his hand and slowly starts to jerk himself off, squeezing the tip

He sighs in relief and his head tilts back as he slips into relaxation

Meanwhile, you’re finishing up on your reading for the day. Robin had let you borrow one of her storybooks and you’d gotten hooked, and reading before bed was supposed to be good for you so says Chopper

But now you’re about ready for bed

You leave it bookmarked on the table to return to tomorrow

You step out of the kitchen/dining area cabin and shiver- you forgot how cold it gets at night

You look up towards the crow’s nest. You can see the familiar green of Zoro’s head, and you make a bet to yourself that he’s asleep on the job

You both can’t blame him and you also are just slightly annoyed. On one hand, you have also fallen asleep on nightwatch before, so you can’t blame him. On the other, the guy naps all damn day so you’d think he would be able to stay up for a few hours

He reminds you of a cat sometimes

You smirk to yourself, taking it upon yourself to teach him a lesson about sleeping on the job, and start climbing

Zoro doesn’t hear you coming on account of he’s trying to do that at the moment

He’s not paying attention to how loud he’s being- his full attention is on the frantic tug of his cock as he feels the pressure in his gut building up

You don’t hear his soft breaths either

You pop up, screaming for Zoro to wake up and realize too late what you’ve just invited yourself into

Zoro screams, you scream, and then Zoro screams again as he tried to shove his cock back into hiding and catches the sensitive skin on the zipper of his pants

You swear you killed him for a second as he doubles over, forehead hitting the floor of the crow’s nest and hands flying between his legs as he groans in pain

“Why…?”

You can feel your face burning. You want to reach out and help, but you just got a full view of his dick and you’re still trying to process that

All you can say is an apology as the rest of the crew starts to emerge to investigate the screaming

Law

Law didn't really indulge in his own pleasure very often

He doesn’t have a very high libido and not many things turn him on to the point where he feels he can’t function without taking care of the problem

But every now and then he tries to set aside some time alone

Whether that’s used for reading, relaxing, or self care

As a doctor, he obviously knows the health benefits of masturbation and he uses that to combat the slight internal turmoil he feels over the entire act

It’s not so much that he feels guilty for indulging, it’s that he knows there’s other important shit he could be doing with his life and maybe jerking off shouldn’t be his top priority right now??

Too late, he’s already made it clear to the crew not to bother him today unless for emergencies

And even then, he’s pretty sure he locked the door when he came in

Law is a patient man when it comes to this kind of self-love

He undresses from the waist down and lies down

He takes his time feeling himself up, one hand sliding under his shirt and lightly pinching his nipples between his his fingertips

His eyes slide shut and he lets out his first, soft moan

He takes himself into his grip and teases himself by pumping his shaft in slow, full strokes

When he catches himself moaning just a little too loudly, he reaches his other hand up to cover his mouth

Meanwhile, you, Penguin, & Shachi are all crowded around the crew’s quarters, trying to figure out where the hell this stag beetle came from

You hadn’t surfaced in ages and when you did, it was on a winter island. So how the hell did this bug get here?

The three of you had the amazing idea to follow it around and try to find it’s home, but Shachi suddenly perked up with an idea

He proposes you all bother Law, as this could be an emergency. What if this was in fact, not a Stag beetle and instead was some parasite ridden, disease carrying bug?

That being said, he picks it up with ungloved hands

The three of you make a run for the Captain’s Quarters as Shachi chases you down with the potentially disease ridden beetle

You and Penguin barge in first, screaming incoherently about the beetle

Law realizes he did not lock the door and scrambles to cover himself with the blanket under him

But he loses grip on the blanket while it’s tangled around his legs and actually ends up punching himself in the dick

Shachi bursts in after that, holding up the beetle and also screaming

Law hunches over, both to cover himself and to try to deal with the pain

This all happens in less than 10 seconds, so there’s about 10 more of just silence as the gravity of it all sinks in

Penguin breaks the silence, asking why your captain is half naked

The look Law gives you three trumps anything you might’ve thought to say to him, and you turn on your heels to leave

He uses his devil fruit to kick you three out anyway

It’s just him and the beetle now

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 2: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader)

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), no sexy time in this one- just König being a creep :(

A/N: I love adding backstories for creepy König behaviour hehehe :3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2| Chapter 3 | > Masterlist

The first time König saw you was much earlier. In fact, it was the first day you moved in that he spotted you. You were noticably much younger than him, and you carried a heavy cardboard box, a box you kept fidgeting with and adjusting, which kept you from seeing him.

"Billy! Quit playing with your phone and help me open the door- ah!" Your then boyfriend, Billy, had walked into you, as he was distracted by whatever he was doing on his phone, and he didn't seem to be sorry either. The box you'd been holding dropped, and the contents, including a few small glass items, fell onto the floor.

"Geez, babe! You really shouldn't be blocking the way like that!" He'd said, and you had apologized profusely. You began to pick up your things, but Billy had stepped on your hand, and he'd laughed as you'd yelped. "Oh shit, sorry babe." He would apologise but didn't help you clean up. You picked up the things you'd dropped and ran inside, embarrassed.

So you were 'one of those' young girls who were so desperate for love that they'd date a douchebag like that.

He'd been disgusted at the time, but the more he saw Billy treat you the way he did, and the more you tolerated his bullshit behavior- the less he cared about that.

Maybe it's good for you to learn the hard way, it'll be a good lesson for you.

...Or so König thought.

König received a small bag of cookies, hanging on his doorknob the next day. A small card illustrating a cute bunny holding a heart, was taped to the bag.

'Sorry for the noises yesterday :( I'm your newly moved in neighbour from unit 309! Please take these as an apology and a welcome gift <3 Sincerely, (Y/N)'

He took the gift and the card, and placed it inside his drawer.

It's a waste to throw out such a thoughtful gift, after all...

———

The secret photographs started not long after.

After retiring from his position in KorTac, König was left with a huge pension and plenty of free time. He didn't know what to do with himself most of the time.

His younger self had always wanted to indulge in his artistic side, and had taken an interest in photography.

Naturally, he bought a huge DSLR camera, and began to use it often, and not long after, he began to take photos of his new neighbour.

It wasn't his main intention at first, he was NOT a pervert!

But one day, as he was taking pictures of the birds flying in the orange sky from the balcony, he couldn't help but catch the sight of you in your private area from the corner of his eye.

The conjoined nature of your balcony and the lack of wall to divide the space between yours and his balcony made it almost too easy for him to admire you in your lack of clothing as you walked around in your tight little tanktop and panties.

He could easily step over the rail that was lower than his waist dividing your balcony space and his.

König spent a good half and hour watching you, and taking photos, and it didn't even occur to him that this was, in fact, creepy.

When you went back inside, and König was left to stare at the sliding door that was closed, his mind became clear again, and he felt guilt.

But not guilty enough to break into your house and take more pictures of you while you slept, of course.

Besides, it's not like he's touching you or anything~

[moonswolfie]

HQ!! Boys with a poet S/O

hey hey hey guess who's back with a super self indulgent piece of shit fic (i am joking, this is my humour)

also let's just say the reader does not write about cute lightearted things (but if you'd like to see a version where the reader writes cute stuff lmk!!)

so, yk TW for implied mental turmoil and an overall angsty hurt/comfort mood for these

Characters featured: Oikawa, Akaashi, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwa chan

OIKAWA honestly wouldn't believe that those poems were written by you at first. When you excitedly gave him some of your poems to read, he thought they would be cutesy love poems dedicated to him and only him, not this. "What...? Are they bad?" You seemed worried at his wide-eyed expression. "Baby, are you ...okay?" He asked out of the blue, the genuine worry in his tone knocking the wind out of you. "Hahaha, it feels so weird hearing you say that...!" You tried your best to not let any more laughter escape you. "What?! Am I not allowed to be a good boyfriend now?!" He was offended by your reaction, slightly clutching the poems in his hands. "No, it's just... unusual to see you this concerned about me." You said with a half-smile. You had gotten so used to Oikawa's light-hearted flirty attitude, that you sort of forgot just what kind of person he is. "Just what do you think of me?" He sighed, suddenly pulling you in for a hug. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" All you did was nod, feeling relieved that he understands.

AKAASHI 's eyes would widen gradually as he read the contents of your poem. You gave him 5, but he already feels horrible, and he's only on the first one. He almost doesn't want to believe you wrote this. He becomes worried about you, doing a deep analysis on your poem since he wants to understand every part before approaching you with his worries. The next day when you greet him happily, he simply hugs you. "I'm sorry for not noticing..." is all he says, and though it takes you a bit to understand what he means, you feel overwhelmingly relieved he isn't judging you for what happened. "It's okay, I didn't tell you, you couldn't have known..." you assured him, knowing your boyfriend's tendency to overthink, he would beat himself up if you said nothing. "Next time, please please tell me about things like this. I can't stand the thought of you suffering alone." He squeezed you tighter.

KAGEYAMA is confused. Reading and understanding poems was never his strong suit, but yours are especially confusing to him. You laughed a little at his concentration face, and he handed you your poem back, still confused. "What does this even mean...?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Ahaha, don't worry about it too much... I wrote it like that on purpose." You made your poem vague and messy on purpouse, something you knew Kageyama probably couldn't understand properly. Awkward silence filled the room, and Kageyama silently hugged you all of a sudden. "I don't get why, but I got the random urge to hug you just now..." he mumbled silently, squeezing you in his grip. He must have noticed the sadness behind your voice and just doesn't know how to properly comfort you. "You said that out loud, Tobio." You smiled. "Shit..."

BOKUTO 's smile drops suddenly as he reads your poem. When he found you writing it, he insisted that he must read it no matter what. But what in the world was this? Why were you writing about all this sad stuff? "Babe...." his hands trembled slightly as he looked at you while you were smiling as you usually do. "Why would you say that about yourself?" He was very very saddened right now, and you weren't sure who's going to end up comforting who. You felt your bones being crushed in his impulsive hug. "It isn't true!! You're literally the best person I know!! So don't you dare say that again!!" He put his forearm over his eyes, tears stinging at his eyes. He has to be strong for you, he can't cry now. "Kou-" "I've decided! From today on, you're getting complimented every day!! No excuses!!" He looked very determined.

IWAIZUMI understood the content of your poems very well. And it angered him. Why didn't you tell him this happened?! "Idiot." He let the word escape his lips, clutching the paper in his hands. "You should have told me. I would have protected you." He looked to you. You weren't scared since you knew that your boyfriend was genuinely concerned right now, and that was just his way of expressing it. "Dammit, why do you always insist on keeping your problems to yourself..." he pulled you to his side, looking ahead. "I'll tell you next time..." you looked down to the ground. "You better. Or I'll beat you up." He huffed, but you saw the relief flashing in his eyes. He didn't really show it, but somehow, you could tell his heart sank when he read it.

I'm okay :)

[tenderfxck]

hello!!! i really like ur sub characters they make me giggle ngl cause like awww <3 if it’s okay can I request a Zhongli x reader where during the night he lets his half dragon form out while he rests, so he has his horns and tail out but still looks human (I think that is his morax form) however the reader doesn’t know about him being a dragon so one night as he has his form out, she is having a wet dream and poor Li’ has to grit his teeth and try not to whimper and buck his hips up as she grinds and humps his tail :(( poor baby is getting all the stimulation but not enough at this same time :(( Eventually he’ll come and twitch while slapping a hand over his mouth to stop his whining as his beloved continues to grind all over his tail, rubbing its most sensitive parts and he just has to endure the overstimulation. (Have a good day!)

zhongli//restless night//f!reader//18+

contents: half dragon! zhongli, f!reader, somno, accidental voyerism, shit anon you got me good T T

notes: AAAAAH i'm so late, sorry this took forever, there was a whole lot going on in my life but i’m still so happy you sent this spicy prompt to me, it was so much fun to write💕

it was a time of rest. a time when he allowed himself to relax just enough that he wouldn’t have to keep up the appearance of a human anymore.

the long amber horns were allowed to sprout from his temples, while his long tail resembling that color of oudh wood was permitted to spread itself across the fine sheets that wangshu inn provided.

and yet, now you have spread yourself across him. . .

this certainly wasn’t the plan, but can anything ever go accordingly when it comes to you?

zhongli wasn't expecting to be in such a vulnerable position with you. he was typically vigilant about hiding his dragon-like form, dismissing himself from your company to his own room for the night before unwinding.

but tonight, wangshu inn was fully booked except for one solitary room.

with only one bed.

you fussed about the arrangement, but zhongli merely chuckled, assuring you that as long as you were comfortable, he did not mind the prospect of sharing.

so the two of you shared this bed together. zhongli had thought absolutely nothing of it. he'll just retain his human form all night.

well, that was the plan, until he felt your weight dip the other side of the mattress, settling so comfortably against his form as you quickly dozed off. he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume, feel the soft cotton of your nightgown against him. it was just so. . .cozy. warm and safe

soon enough, zhongli could feel his human form slipping, sprouting those more dragon-like traits without him noticing.

well. . .then he'll just wake up before your pretty eyes even think to flutter open. zhongli will change back and you'll never be the wiser to this altered state he finds himself in now.

yes, a fine plan.

(and one that would let him indulge in the warmth and comfort of you as he dozed off)

but of course, that's when you saw fit to strike upon him.

it is had all started so innocently. just you clinging to him, snuggled up so cutely even as he faced away from you. you had been positioned against him, cradling his back as you spooned his resting form. his great tail was in between those soft thighs, but zhongli had decent enough self-control to ignore it.

that’s when he first felt the thrust of your hips.

he was on the cusp of waking and asleep until the sudden motion enticed him away from the edge.

he thought nothing much of it. just the shifting of your body to a more comfortable position. he was settling in to his pillow once again when he felt the rock of hips against his tail again.

a gasp was caught in his throat, unsure if what happened wasn't just an active imagination on his part. zhongli held his breath, waiting to see if it was just a trick of his mind.

and then there it was again. a long, drawn out stroke of your hips. and this time, the heavenly sigh of your voice to accompany it.

zhongli grit his teeth, listening intently for any sign that you had awoken, but all that graced his ears was your soft snores accompanied by tiny little whimpers escaping you.

unknowingly, in a fit of passion only clear to you in whatever blissful dream your sleeping form had conjured up, you were nonetheless grinding upon zhongli’s ridged tail in what was now becoming a slow, yet steady pace.

“a-ah~ excuse me,” he stuttered, barely able to process the scene enfolding behind him. he stumbled over his words, desperately searching for any way to wake you up without mortifying the two of you. “you seem to be-aah!” zhongli couldn’t contain that little outburst. he gasped at the steady friction you provided.

zhongli couldn’t believe the circumstances. he turned his head, chancing a look back upon your peaceful form.

sure enough you were still soundly asleep, unaware of the lewd situation playing out before you.

it didn’t help that his tail was overly sensitive to stimuli (something left over from more primordial days) and especially that of your wet cunt catching on each prominent bump along his long tail.

“a-ah, wait, that’s. . . nngh!” zhongli tried to protest. he knew the implications this would have if you were to wake up and discover more than just the illicit situation you found yourselves in.

but zhongli had desired you for so long. thought about just what noises you would make in circumstances like this long before he found himself here tonight. and now it was all coming true. right in his ear.

and right against him. . .

fuck. your needy pussy humping his sensitive tail was just too much. the worst part is he could feel just exactly how wet you had gotten using him to get yourself off. he grasps at the waistband of his pants, dragging them down and letting his already weeping cock spring forth from the cotton confines.

it’d shame him to admit just how quickly this little routine had him stiff and aching in his pants. but his self restraint had already eroded to much.

if you were enjoying yourself, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself as well?

zhongli took his cock in hand and began to slowly stroke, focusing on the distinct feeling of you moving against him. he bit his tongue, willing any moans to die on his lips before he dares disturbs your slumber.

it continued like that for archons knows how long. the thrust of your hips, followed by zhongli silencing his moans and fisting his cock quicker, all while enduring all those sweet little whimpers escaping you as you chased your own pleasure on his tail.

it was too much. too much stimulation, too many little sounds. the slick of your cunt against him, the wet noise of him fucking his own fist, the knowledge that you were so close, using him to get yourself off while that pretty little head dreamt about all sorts of perverse things.

too much. too much. he’s gonna-!

he comes with a particularly deep grind of your twitching pussy gliding against his now glistening scales. he clasped a trembling hand over his mouth, willing himself quieter as dragon fangs catch against his palm, feeling himself finally come undone. he basks in the sensation of you humping so diligently against his most vulnerable area as he spills his thick load all over himself.

he panted, tremors still finding their way through his body as he lay spent, thighs and stomach covered in his seed.

he gasped, moaning and twitching in the aftermath.

yet you still continued.

fuck. fuck. archons, you weren’t stopping-!

you kept on grinding onto his newly overstimmed tail, letting out those sweet little whimpers, chasing that high while zhongli has to sit and bear this whole lewd scene as he writhed and panted against you.

this was going to be a long night. . .

[femscottlang]

Red, Blue, and Black

Frank Castle x Reader 

Summary- After meeting Frank Castle and Matt Murdock while trying to gain information for Nick Fury, you find yourself taking care of these two grown men who are constantly getting themselves hurt. One day they bring in a half-dead kid in a spider costume. 

Content warnings- UHhhh injuries, angst, fluff, death threats, I think Frank just being himself needs a warning tbh. 

Word Count ≈ 2k

A/N- This isnt exactly canon but this takes place after No Way Home and this is absolutely so self indulgent i just thought this would be like kinda sweet. 

You pushed open the door to your apartment and dropped your stakeout gear on the kitchen table, letting out a huff before going to your fridge to pull out a beer. You opened it on the counter and stomped to the couch to slump down, letting your shoulders drop for the first time in 2 days. Rubbing a hand over your face, you reach for the remote to put on a thoughtless program, in hopes of distracting yourself from your aching limbs. 

As you were flipping through the channels, you heard your window being pushed open. You whined and stomped your feet, putting your beer on the coffee table before standing up and helping Matt open the window. He climbed in with a sheepish smile, taking off his helmet and moving out of the way for Frank to climb in. You sigh and put your hands on your hips, looking at the ceiling and praying to Saint Monica for the patience to deal with these two. 

You watched as frank came in with his back to you, being more careful, slow and deliberate with his movements than you had ever seen before. It was Matt who was more careful and rational whilst Frank just destroyed everything in his path. You looked at matt in concern who was laying on the chair holding his side. He waved you away “Don’t worry about me right now” he grunted, running his finger through his sweat-drenched hair.

This just added to your confusion as you looked back at frank you had finally gotten through the window and turned to face you, laying down an unconscious man in a suit on your couch. “A new superhero? we have enough of you guys. Frank go get my kit” you grumbled, pulling your hair back into a bun and taking off the button up you had over a tank top. “Yes ma’am” he said, hesitating to leave the new found vigilante before going to your bathroom, grabbing the kit and coming back out. 

 You had rolled him over, unzipped his costume and was examining the giant gash from his left shoulder to his right hip “Jesus fucking christ what happened?!” you hissed, opening the kit and disinfecting the gash to the best of your ability before reaching up and taking off the mask to help the vigilante breathe better.

 As soon as you saw his face you shot to your feet, your heart sinking to your stomach as you felt the blood drain from your face. You looked at Matt and Frank, fuming “you better tell me right now that this is just a guy with a baby face. You have to” You pleaded, looking back at the unconscious kid on the couch.

Frank sat on the coffee table, taking a sip of your beer and watching you work “I didn’t ask for an ID, doll.” he shrugged, resting his elbows on his thighs. 

“Are you two fucking serious?! This kid can’t be older than 18, max. This is a child! Its one thing for you two to come into my apartment half dead but to bring a child?!” You reprimanded, going back onto your knees in front of him and starting to stitch up the gash before the kid can wake up.

Matt said your name and tried to sit up “If he wasn’t with us he would be doing this by himself anyways.” you glared over your glasses at him “I expected this shit from castle, but cmon.” you let out a shaky breath, wrapping his abdomen to keep the stitches clean. “Hes a kid.” you used some hand sanitizer and iodine before going over to Matt “lose the suit” you murmured as he took off the top of it. You looked at the bullet hole, moving to look at his back to see if there is an exit wound. You reached in your kit and pulled out your tweezers, looking up at Matt to make sure he knew what you were doing. He nodded as you doused them with iodine and pushed against his chest to get him to lay further back. Frank stood up and walked behind the chair, wrapping his arms around matt to restrain him. 

This was a familiar routine to you three, happened at least one a week whether it was Matt being held down or Frank. You winced every time you heard him whimper in pain, but eventually you fished the bullet out, repeating the movements of stitching and bandaging as you did on the vigilante. You went to the kitchen to wash your hands and face, leaning over the sink. You tried to organize your thoughts, wanting to avoid having a child die on your. You huffed as you heard heavy footsteps behind you. 

“Angel…” Frank grunted, leaning his back against the counter next to you 

“Don’t Angel me, Castle. You bring a kid. A child into my apartment. There is a  kid dying on my couch.” you frantically ran your fingers through your hair as you began to pace in front of him “If he dies, how are we gonna explain that. Please enlighten me. And how did you come out relatively unharmed and the kid is half dead?!” You stopped in your tracks and poked a finger at his chest “So help me god Frank, if that kid dies your next. You know I know people.” you said through gritted teeth.

“I know you know people.” he said, taking your hand and kissing it before holding his against his chest with both hands. “Stupid kid is too selfless. No regard for personal safety. Tried to stop him,” you looked at him skeptically “I did.” he insisted “So did Red. How’d you think he got shot. Fuckin’ idiot” He grumbled, letting go of your hand and pulling you agaist him 

You felt his chest vibrate as he talked, which inexplicibly always grounded you. He knows that. “Order some food, I dont have anything to eat. Havent been home in a couple days, you’re lucky I just got back” you said as he pressed a kiss to your temple “I know, angel. What do you want?”

You looked up to think “indian. Get me kosha mangsho.” you decided“Matt will want biryani and get butter chicken for the kid. Thats neutral enough and he’ll be starving” you said. He nodded, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his phone. You gently moved away from him to go back into the living room. You knew Matt could hear your conversation so you didn’t bother reprimanding him. “Go take a shower, Murdock.” you said, nudging him “I got one of those old people shower chairs for you and Castle when you two are too hurt to stand.” 

He looked up at you and smiled “Thank you. God we really need to stop dragging you into this shit, huh?” he asked as he pushed himself off of the chair “Yeah you do. Now go. You’re gonna get bloodstains on my furniture.” you shooed him off before taking his spot on the chair, watching the kid sleep. 

Frank walked into the living room and sat on the arm of your chair “His name is Peter.” he said, his eyes scanning over your face “the kid on the-”

“Yeah. Yeah I got that, Frankie.” you let out an airy chuckle. 

Peter began to stir, groaning in pain before trying to sit up and look around. “Ow- Where am I?” he asked, eyes wide. You immediately got up and gently pushed back down the panicking boy “Hey Hey. Hi. you’re alright. You're safe. Please don’t try to sit up you’re gonna tear your stitches.” You said in a soothing voice, looking at Frank “Daredevil and The Punisher brought you here. See? He’s right there” You pointed at Frank, who didn’t even attempt to comfort the poor boy. “Red’s in the shower.”

You watched his eyes frantically scan the room before landing on Frank with the daredevil mask on the floor next to him, he let out a sigh of relief “Ok. ok. Alright” he said, grunting as he sat up on the couch. 

You gave him your name “the two of them come to me when they’re hurt. Or hungry.” You said, giving him a weary smile “Frank told me you’re Peter?” 

“Yeah, Peter Parker”

“Well, Peter Parker, Is there anyone I should call? I don’t want your parents to worry, hon. I have a car, I can take you home once you’re okay enough to move” You explained, moving back to sit in the chair, putting your hand on Frank’s knee. 

“No- uh there’s no one to call” he said solemnly, leaning his head further back to stop himself from crying 

“No one? That can’t be true. You’re what? 16?17? You have to have someone.” you pushed “an Aunt? Uncle? Foster parent? CPS officer? A friend even?!” 

“17 and no, no one. I live by myself.” he looked down at his hands. He gave you a rundown of his backstory, the spider, aunt may, Dr. Strange. 

You looked at him with furrowed brows before sucking in a breath “Well I have an extra bedroom, you’re staying here at least for tonight and are welcome to stay here as long as you need. It was my nephew’s, but he’s in college with his own apartment now.” you said in a hushed voice, reaching for Frank’s hand. He placed his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze 

“Foods comin’ soon” He said to peter, not knowing how to navigate the situation. The doorbell ringing was his saving grace as he went over to get it 

“Thank you,” Peter said with a sad smile.

“Of course, sweetheart” you insisted “Sorry ‘bout Frank. You get used to his…uh…he’s an acquired taste” you said apprehensively

Matt stepped out into the living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants from the stash of clothes him and Castle have accumulated over the months of staying over. “Peter, why dont you wash up?” Matt urged, still limping from the bullet wound. “C’mon I’ll help you get in” He said, reaching out a hand

“I’ll help the big bad punisher with the food.” You said, pushing yourself up and going into the kitchen. You drag a chair to the cabinets and get out the bowls and glasses, putting it down on the counter before hopping off the chair. 

You took a shaky breath and covered your eyes “Fuck…Fuck, Frankie.” you whimpered “Fuck. that kid.” you turned to face him, hot tears streaming down your face.

 Frank took a few steps to be right in front of you, holding your face and wiping the tears as they fell “What? What about the kid?” He tilted his head, voice just as stern and harsh as it always but eyes softened.

“He can’t- I can’t-” you took a deep breath to make yourself coherent “You’re a selfish man. You are. I know it. You know it. A-and I am just as selfish. We are selfish people. Matt is too, just not nearly as self-preserving as us.” You reached up and held his hands

 “That kid is selfless, you said it yourself. He’s gonna get himself killed, frankie.” you tightened your grip “You and Red are gonna die before he even gets a scratch, do you understand?!” you hissed, chest heaving “If either of you dare to step foot in here alive and he is not? I am getting my .22 magnum and I am shooting you both. Am I clear?” your harsh words were softened by the shaking in your voice 

“Hey. I’m not gon’ let anythin’ happen to him, alright? I promise.” he said, pulling you into his chest “Jesus Christ I wouldn't've brought him here if you were gon’ get all attached” he muttered, trying to ease the tension and covering your ears to keep you from hearing Peter cry out in pain while trying to shower.

[sashimiyas]

Snapshots

Summary: Osamu asks you during an interview where you see yourself in five years. It’s everything you’ve wanted and so much more.

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff; coworkers to friends to lovers; Osamu is reader’s boss for a moment but there’s no power dynamics; self-indulgent

A/n: my midnight meltdown in just a little under 2k words; now i can hopefully study in peace; p.s. osamu i love you

“So where do ya see yaself in five years?”

The question comes by no surprise, and you pull down the sleeves of your blazer to cover the lower half of your palms, fearing the imprint of sweat you might leave on the table.

An apartment sounds nice. One with flowing curtains and a permanent scent of jasmine. You’d love to own a bike by then too so that you can ride around on your day off. Attach a basket and then you can do all your groceries and exercise at the same time. Hopefully you’d end up with a sound sleeping schedule independent of caffeine. If it’s not too much to ask.

“Content,” you surprise yourself and your interviewer it seems. It’s not the answer you rehearsed but it’s an honest one. You look at your hopeful new boss and there’s something about his gaze, an understanding that blooms solidarity, that brings you peace. His gray eyes soften when they meet yours, sure to assuage whatever nerves you’re revealing, but this is the most sure you’ve been in the span of the thirty minutes. “Content and hopefully paving my way to be happy.”

He smiles. You watch him jot a quick note. The pen scribbles with a final flourish and he looks back at you.

“I like that.”

Osamu’s an amazing boss, but he’s not perfect.

“Samu,” you whine into his office once the lunch rush dies down. He lifts his head up and at the sight of you, his hand immediately rushes to file through his unruly hair.

“What’s up?” he asks after a sigh, facing defeat as he places the Onigiri Miya hat on his head.

You display the schedule he just posted on his desk, “you have me working Friday night again. I requested the day off, remember?”

“Oh shit,” he says though it hardly sounds sorry.

“I have a date, remember?” You’re busy pointing at his calendar to witness the way he rolls his eyes, “I even wrote it down here.”

“What are ya doing writing down on my calendar with my pens?” He pulls one out to brandish it right at your face. You slap his hand away but he simply points at the sticker pasted on its edge, “says Samu right here. Means these pens are mine.”

“Oh congratulations, you can read your name but you can’t read my little note? What are you? Five?”

“Think the answer to that one is ya boss.” He looks a little too pleased with himself that you can’t help but laugh. It’s always been hard to stay mad at him, especially with the way he teases you whenever you ask him to get the backup takeout containers you can never reach and how he never says anything when you take an extra two minutes of break on your rough days. He’s even driven you home a couple of times when the rain gets bad. So what if he sometimes forgets a couple of things? You’re lucky enough to have a boss like him.

“Fine, I’ll reschedule.”

“I owe ya one.”

He happens to accumulate a lot of favors in your three years of working at Onigiri Miya. From staying a little extra to coming in when someone calls out sick but even then, you’re indebted to him.

You fold your apron up in a methodical practice one last time and you walk out the door with arms full of gifts and flowers to celebrate the new chapter in your life. Osamu locks the door while he holds your balloons and you laugh at the sight.

“You look silly,” you explain when he turns around. He eyes the bundle of goods overflowing in your hold, cards and bears and flowers and the leftovers of a shared cake.

“Ya do, too.”

“You’re just jealous they love me more than they love you.”

“Not jealous,” Osamu immediately says and you find yourself speechless. You expected the banter that’s become effortless, the mild flirting that’s harmless at its core. Teasing is just a sign of platonic affection and you’ve already agonized over it, analyzed how he interacts with you in comparison with the others, and you’ve found no difference.

“Ya deserve every bit of it,” he cocks his side to the side and unlocks his passenger door. Then he throws the balloon into the backseat before plucking some items from your hands. “Come on, I’ll drop ya home.”

It’s not a question but even if it was, you know your answer.

When he gets to your door, he places the car in park. You look over the console and find him ruffling his hair again. His palm frisks through, grabbing the longer pieces and then letting them fall in a wave.

The reflection of moonlight shines a silver gleam in his eyes. You go to grab your things. He helps.

“Thank you, Osamu,” you say but the words can’t seem to bear the weight you want them to. He’s given you so much, this job, this family, the bike you’d been saving up for. He’d been your boss and your friend and he’s taught you more than just knife skills or to always keep a towel in your back pocket. But with your things all piled into your arms, and his engine flipping over into an eager hum, your apartment light buzzes on, waiting for you. So you leave it at that because at the very core, it is still gratitude.

“Hey,” he calls once you get one foot out. You turn, albeit ungracefully. His head tilts, opens his mouth only to lick his lips, presses them between his teeth, and then he gathers a breath. “Are ya content?”

You smile because the question comes by no surprise.

“Yes.”

“On ya way to being happy?”

“Yes.”

He smiles back the same way he did then, “good. Keep in touch, will ya?”

The promise is easy with your new job only a couple blocks down. You bike your way to work so you have more time for lunch. You’re greeted with an uproar. The cashier hugs you over the counter and the busser bumps hips as he passes by. You’re busy talking about your first week at the new job that by the time Osamu ducks his way past the cloth partition, you still haven’t ordered.

“Look who missed us,” Osamu beams, “ya can’t stay away, can ya? I’ve got an extra apron in the back.”

“Yeah right. I’m ready to be treated with first class service.”

You sit at the bar right in front of him, cashier and busser out of your mind because he’s who you actually came for. His hands spread out on the wooden top and the sight before you, something so familiar, is novel from this point of view.

You get to witness the way his hands curl around the edge of the bar, the inner skin of his arms displayed in a way that’s enticing. You want to touch but before you can act, he starts making your order unprompted.

“They treating ya right over there?” He asks offhandedly, eyes on the ball he forms between his palms.

You sway in your seat, “yeah.”

“Ya happy?” He makes sure to meet your gaze when he asks the question. He even stalls his movements, focusing all his attention on you.

“Not as happy as I was here,” ducking your eyes low when his stare becomes too intense, you play with your straw, “but we’ll get there.”

“Good.”

He offers you a plate of your usual. One bite brings you home and with the sight of your smile, Osamu turns his back to you. He rustles around, probably packaging some to-go orders while still keeping you company. You’re halfway through your meal when he speaks up again.

“They give ya Friday nights off?”

You laugh, “yeah, unlike you.”

A breeze riles you up momentarily. You groan, clutching up the meager sheets within your reach and you curl into them. A palm lands on your shoulder familiar in warmth and in size. You hum even when it tries to shake you awake because comfort is all that you find.

“Time to get up,” a voice says in your ear, “I’ve got ya tea for ya.”

So you wake.

To the sound of rustling curtains, ones permanently scented by jasmine.

He rides over a pothole the same time you’re gulping water.

“Osamu!” you sputter. You whip your wrist to rid yourself of the excess liquid but little can be done to salvage your drenched shirt. “Look what you did!”

“Oh shit,” he says but he hardly sounds sorry. He takes a glance every couple of seconds, a muffled laughter escaping every time he does.

“It’s not funny. I could have died.”

“Would have saved ya. No worries.”

You roll your eyes and snatch the towel he likes to keep around his shoulders to clean up your mess, “doubt it.”

“Would have. Besides,” he taps at your chest, “I like the view.”

“You’re driving!”

“Maybe we should switch?”

“Osamu, smile!” He stares right at the camera, a blank expression on his face and holds up a peace sign in front of a backdrop of the Northern Mariana Islands.

You look at the end result, disappointed, “really? You don’t even look like you’re enjoying vacation.”

“Yeah I do,” he double taps your screen to zoom in on his face, “my eyes obviously look cheery.”

“Are you even happy?”

The question makes him serious. He takes your hand in his and pulls you in, “course I am.” Then with his other hand, he grabs your phone and flips to your front camera, “let’s take a shit ton of photos and make Tsumu jealous.”

He holds the circular button down and it bursts. As you rifle through, you notice that next to you, he is smiling.

Osamu picks up a stray stick. He breaks it in half, then in half again. Then he throws the pieces one by one over the hilltop. When he’s done, he slides over the plates and basket that keep you away from him until he can weasel his way into your lap. Hands fall to his hair. You ruffle the strands, pulling the long edges up so they can softly fall back.

“You know,” you start, now tracing the edge of his ear. He twitches so your finger retreats to his temple, swirling a circle then jotting a line down to his jaw, “I’ve never asked you. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Interviewing me?”

You respond coy as ever, “maybe.”

“What position?”

“Whatever’s open.”

He closes his eyes and envisions it. Snapshots of a future. A marriage sounds nice. So does a house near Ma’s. Family dinners no longer have to be so disjointed and he can actually have a spare room for Tsumu finally though sometimes his brother deserves the couch. Maybe a new car too that doesn’t struggle uphill and can hold the weight of more than two people. He likes the idea of another food truck but only if you’re willing. He’s not as greedy as he once was.

Osamu looks up at you and the answer is obvious.

“Happy,” the skyline view from the hilltop is beautiful, but the two of you are more entranced by each other’s gazes. “Always happy.”

You smile.

“I like that.”

[satoruschapstic]

｡FEEL REAL°

your best friend shows up at your place late at night, covered in blood. can one night change everything?

pairing: manjiro "mikey" sano x gn!reader

content: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end, friends to lovers, a bit of angst if you squint, mentions of blood and injuries

a/n: so this is my first tokyorev work like EVER so please don't judge me <3 it's also self-indulgent cause i'm obsessed with the idea of treating wounds, it's the peak of intimacy fight with the wall lol. hope you like it tho, leave a comment so i know what you think, enjoy <3

You are already halfway asleep, trying to unwind after a terribly exhausting day, when you hear a loud knock on the door. You rise up on the bed trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, rubbing your eyes. While listening to the rustling on the threshold of the front door, you hope it’s only a bad dream. But what is happening is more than real. You wait for a stranger to give up and go back to where he comes from. But this someone keeps banging on the door, apparently not even considering the possibility that no one is at home. You get out of bed and head toward the door, cursing to yourself in the process. Whoever it is, they're going to regret being born into this world in the first place.

The door swings open, revealing a tall figure that looks suspiciously familiar, even though it’s almost impossible to see his face in the darkness. Your facial features soften as you recognize your late-night visitor’s husky voice.

“Hey there, beautiful”.

„What are you doing here, Mickey?  It’s half past three. “

You frown, crossing your arms across your chest, letting your friend know that he’s not really welcomed right now, especially considering how emotionally drained you already are. And not getting enough sleep is the last thing you want.

Mikey grins sheepishly. The sight of your little figure standing in the doorway, sleepy and disheveled after a much-needed nap that he doesn't mean to disturb, gives him a sense of comfort he can't quite fathom.

"Just wanted to visit my best friend, is that forbidden now?"

The guy smirks, leaning against the doorframe, but immediately hisses, biting his lip. Only now, under the dim light coming from your hallway, can you see how badly his face has sunk, how much his cheeks have dropped, exposing his razor-sharp cheekbones. There is a grimace of pain on Mikey's face, his blond hair sticks to his forehead, his eyebrow’s split open and blood caked under his nose. You scan his slim figure, trying to see if there are any other injuries on him. And then your eyes find his hand holding his side, blood dripping through the blonde’s fingers, immediately soaking into the rug that once said “you're not welcome“.

“Oh my god, Mickey, you’re bleeding! Come on in, what happened?”

You gently place his hand on your shoulder, supporting him, and with your other hand you gently hold his side, helping him to go inside.

„Don’t worry your pretty little head, angel. “

„You’re insufferable, you know that? “

„Yeah, but that’s the reason you love me so much. “

Mikey smiles and cautiously leans on you, trying not to put all of his weight on your small frame. His every movement is painful, but he endures it for you. So you won’t worry so much about him. It seems an unbearably long way to the living room, but the feeling of your hand gently stroking his side soothes the pain, fills him with strength and clears his mind. You help him lower himself carefully onto the couch, lovingly tucking a pillow under his back.

„You’re such an asshole for showing up at my door in the middle of the night covered in blood and not telling me what the fuck happened to you, Mickey.  You can’t keep doing this shit. “

You turn on your heels and head back to the kitchen, сlenching your hands into fists.  You reach for the first aid kit you’ve left nearby for just such occasions. Of course, this isn't the first time your bleeding friend shows up at your door. But usually they were simple bruises or small cuts on him that heal extremely fast. You never asked him for details though. You just don't want to know where he is coming from and where he is going back to after spending time with you. You know that the people around him aren't exactly diligent. And Mikey isn't a saint himself. Certainly not. But he is a good man. Or so you'd like to think, after all, he was there for you when everyone else left. He is your friend, your best friend, actually.

After taking everything you need, you go back, just to see Mickey leaning against the back of the coach, trying to even out his breathing. In the well-lit room, his features seem even sharper; the circles under his eyes are clearly visible on his pale face. But as you appear in the room his gaze returns to you. The blonde’s observing your every movement just to make sure he won’t miss any subtle changes in your expressions. Though your face shows only irritation and weariness, he sees care in your every gesture, in the soft glance that so seldom meets his.

„I thought you’d be happy to see me and there was a pretty good chance that you’d be the only person who wouldn’t kick me out. “

„God, you’re so damn annoying and maybe I should have kicked you out the second I saw you here that’d have made things easier and I could have gotten my much desired and well-deserved sleep. I want to sleep at nights, ever bothered to think about it? “

You crouch down beside him on the couch, helping him remove his jacket to clean the wound. Mikey doesn't resist; on the contrary, he willingly obeys your actions, lifting his arms and letting you take off the rest of his clothes. His heart skips a beat as your eyes run over his naked torso, shamelessly examining every detail of his muscular body. He swallows hard as he feels your hands on his skin.

„Maybe it's one of those nights when you can't sleep and only my company can help you. And I, as your best friend, felt it from a distance, and in a minute I showed up here, ever bothered to think about it? “

He tries to regain his composure by making a joke out of the situation but you just roll your eyes in return, while carefully treating his wound. The air is filled with the tangy smell of alcohol and tension, which Mikey as he thinks to himself can feel at his fingertips. He can’t quite understand is it alcohol or the smell of your perfume that is so intoxicating to him. You are so close to him that he just can't take his eyes off you. You are so focused on not hurting him, expertly wielding a needle, stitching the edges of his wound together. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a thin thread, eyes focused on his damaged skin.

„Well, in that case you're definitely not the best, because I absolutely did not suffer from the lack of your company tonight.“

You lift your head to look at him just for a second and then you go on deftly operating a needle and thread, carefully and gently sewing his cut up. You don't know where or when you learned to do it, or why you are doing it so calmly, but when you have such friends, not only  that sort of thing becomes part of the routine.

„Is that so?“

His eyes closely follow your every action as you pull out a bandage and slowly wrap it around his upper torso. The tips of your fingers barely but ever so gently touch his hot skin, your eyes remain focused, and the corners of your lips lift slightly in a faint smile as you notice a change in his voice.

„Yeah. I think somebody else could stitch you up a lot better, and I wouldn't have to scrub the blood off the couch, you know.“

You lift yourself up, moving closer so you can wipe the blood from his shattered brow. Tapping lightly, you continue your work, cleaning wound after wound on his face, noticing how hard it is for him to restrain himself from hissing. But you have to hand it to him, not a muscle in his face twitches despite how meticulously you treat his cuts.

You are expecting a sarcastic response, a chuckle, something, but he remains silent. Only then do you allow yourself to look him straight in the eye without breaking a contact for the first time that night. And oh dear, you had no idea how close your faces were to each other until that very minute. He sees the way your cheeks flush the second you realize the intimacy of the moment. You lick your lips, exhaling nervously.

„What? “

You want to sound confident, but your voice breaks, and the words come out barely above a whisper. The closeness to you, the warmth of your hands on his face, your thighs touching each other, your slightly opened lips and your hot breath, fanning his cheek leave him no choice but to indulge.

“I figured I just needed to feel your touch.”

Your mouth falls open at his response but you try to pull yourself together and act as if your heart didn’t just swoon at his words. Your palm is still on his cheek, and your other hand gently brushes his hair away from his forehead.

“What’s so special about it?”

„It’s healing and relieving…reminds me I’m still a human. It may seem that I just don’t care but when you simply touch my hair I feel real. And every damn time you look at me with these e/c eyes of yours and tell me that I’m an asshole and then spend the night with me, treating my wounds, it drives me crazy. The fact that I still can feel what I feel about you. “

His hand covers yours, gently stroking it with his thumb. His gaze never leaves yours.

„ I’ve been falling down so bad. I wanted to feel real once again.”

At that moment you seem to have lost the ability to think straight, everything is muddled and foggy, his words echo in your head, your eyes run panic-stricken over his face, hoping to find signs that he's telling the truth.

He says nothing more, only his hand slowly moves to your neck, pulling you toward him. A moment and his lips cover yours. The sensation is overwhelming. Everything that has been said and not said no longer matters. For so long, you've been deluding yourself, avoiding your feelings, sneaking away, hiding. You didn't know that all this time he was chasing you, looking for hints, catching you in the moments of your weakness. He was waiting. And he caught you. He did.

His hands move to your hips, helping you to get on his lap, so that you are straddling him. His fingers slowly ghost over your exposed skin, his soft lips feel so right against yours. You gently rub his neck, running your other hand through his hair, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. The liberation you both feel while exploring each other’s bodies is addicting, your lips move in a feverish pace, leaving you both breathless. He pulls you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

And perhaps the first heartfelt smile that appears on his lips in a long time as he gently strokes your side, still not wanting to pull away from you, is worth the night without sleep. Maybe all of life's twists and turns are worth that. Worth making you both feel real again.

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reblogs are very much appreciated!

[yoisami]

[12:23 AM] — ୨୧

tags. mikage reo x gn!reader, 690 wc, fluff, late night studying, cramming last minute, both reo and reader are in high school, established relationship, this is v self-indulgent, slightly proofread, use of profanities.

you were staring blankly at your computer screen, blinking every few seconds as you mentally revised through everything you did this whole week, wondering why the fuck you kept losing your battles against the temptation to procrastinate every time you sat down at your desk with the intent to study.

as you internally prayed to the gods above that some unfortunate miracle (such as you falling down two flights of stairs and breaking a limb tomorrow morning) can come true, you're anxiously tapping the tip of your pen against the desk.

tap, tap, tap, tap.

the waves of anxiety has finally washed over you the first time in this whole week. as you lightly bit your tongue in hopes to chew away the guilt, the ghost of your actions are haunting you as you're trying to memorise all the content you needed to know for tomorrow's (technically today) quiz.

usually, you could care less about such a minute issue like a quiz, but hell, this one actually contributed to a fat percentage of your final score for this subject.

and while you've been a full-time procrastinator since middle school, you still seek self-validation from As and A pluses in your academic career (straight As give you a divine boost of self-esteem).

hence, as a product of your procrastination and desire to do well, you're feeling absolutely shit about tomorrow, and you're plotting ways to squeeze in even one more day to study for this quiz.

could you catch a fever? definitely.

you're willing to stand in the cold night for two hours to make sure that your core body temperature becomes erratic.

broken arm? you're hesitating, but bones can heal—

scrunching your face at the sight of your phone vibrating beside you, you sighed when reo's caller id took up the screen. accepting the video call, you placed your phone against a pile of folders.

"hi baby! didn't think you'd pick up at this hour."

to reo's surprise, your lips displayed a scowl instead of your usual, cute smile. you enviously watch reo pull his blanket closer to his shoulders in his bed, and a "tch" slips past your lips.

"i'm studying," you grumbled, with a sour expression on your face. "for the econ quiz."

"then why do you look like you wanna kill someone right now?"

"because i wished i fucking studied before! god — i keep procrastinating and i'm actually so mad at myself for this," you groaned, flipping through the pages you've marked in your textbook. looking at the amount of content that you needed to know was enough of a stimulus to make you faint right here, right now.

"hey, hey... it's okay. how much have you done so far?" reo asked, tone cheery and lovely. you can tell he's trying to spread some optimism to you, but to your dismay, your screen is blocking it out.

with a final sigh, you dropped your head against the desk. "like, half. but i don't even have that half thoroughly memorised."

you notice that his smile slightly falters as he sits up. "i mean, you have nine hours until the quiz. you have time."

"reo, i don't just need time — i need luck. i seriously don't know if i can pass."

reo runs a hand through his hair as he leaves his bed. you watch him bring his phone with him somewhere before you sat up again, frowning at your textbook. you furrowed your brows as he props his phone up, and you can see that he's at his desk now. reo shoots you a charming smile as he leans closer to the phone.

"lucky for you, your boyfriend is top of the class, so i-"

your lips fall into a straight line. "that's not what i needed to hear, mikage reo."

"baby, you didn't even let me finish. i was going to say — i can help you! i'll teach this to you," he says, sending you a wink from his side of the call. "we've got this!"

finally breaking out of your vexed mood with a laugh, you returned his wink with a smile. "thank you, reo."

"of course. anything for my darling."

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

[xerith-42]

Stop blaming characters for bad writers

Seriously, stop fucking doing this. While this is a post that could certainly be applicable to MANY fandoms, I'm mainly directing this whole rant at my target audience which is mentally ill minecraft obsessed freaks.

If a character is written badly, gets badly fumbled by the creator, or has the ball dropped in regards to their arc in some way, a lot of people will blame the character, as if they're a real conscious person making these decisions. When they aren't. They're a block man literally being controlled by two people who just aren't very good writers and one or both of them are incredibly sexist, kind of racist, ableist, and just bad writers in general.

Yeah, Laurance does some pretty shitty things through out Season 2 of MCD, actively crossing lines he wouldn't have previously crossed. We as fans can cope by saying something something calling, or just saying Laurance is a bad abusive person, but the reality is that the writers wanted to force the series to fit a specific vision and as a result were willing to do anything to get the series to that point. In order to make Aaron the most favorable suitor for Aphmau, her previous suitors need to be out of the picture, or clearly inferior options.

Garroth suffered the out of the picture, being mostly absent outside of a few cutscenes here and there until episode 81 of season 2, but episode 81 is the culmination of the writers goals to make Aarmau happen. By the time Garroth has returned to the series, the damage has already been done. He's not getting the life he wants. And Laurance is written out of the picture as well, but only after being shown to be inferior because Jesson were pushing an agenda.

Laurance didn't deteriorate as a person due to neglect of his physical and mental well being after a severely traumatic experience. He deteriorated as a character because the writers stopped giving as much of a shit about him and instead were using the series as self indulgent fanfiction of alternate versions of themselves. That's not Laurance's fault.

And this applies to any character who was completely fumbled in MyStreet due to this similar focus on wish fulfillment from the writers. Jess has stated that the relationship between Aphmau and Aaron in Phoenix Drop High is reflective of her relationship with Jason, we all know this. This means that any characters who come off as total fucking creeps in that series (namely Gene), are not actually acting on the whims of their own autonomy or desires as characters. They are acting in service of telling a predetermined story that they are retroactively being added into for author fulfillment.

In this regard I fully support fandom cope and say that you should rewrite your little guys to your hearts content. But if you're going to criticize these characters for their actions, don't criticize them. They didn't do anything wrong. All characters are just puppets in service of the story or themes a writer is trying to push. If a character acts in an objectively terrible way, especially a way that isn't in line with their previous characterizations, that is a failing of the writers, not the character.

And I feel like largely a lot of us can and frequently do this. We're actively criticizing Jesson for being terrible low-key bigoted writers all the god damn time, it's like half of the content here. But when we get into character discourse I feel like some people cling onto bad actions of the canon too closely and I've seen more than a few posts presume some pretty terrible interpretations of characters based on these actions. Obviously Laurance is a character I and a lot of others are fixated on so a lot of discourse revolves around him, and it was seeing some... interesting takes on him that prompted me to start writing this post.

But this happens to everyone. Quite personally based on the character I was shown in MyStreet, it feels really weird that Garroth would make an insensitive comment about his brother's weight. Yeah siblings poke fun at each other and often cross lines, but if that was something Zane was seriously insecure about (which it seems like he might be) then it does make Garroth come off as a really insensitive brother, which just doesn't gel with how hard he tries to bond with Zane despite their tense relationship. And I don't think Garroth should be criticized for making those comments.

Whoever wrote those lines (Jess and/or Jason) should be criticized for writing a scene where a character is mocked by their older sibling over a physical insecurity even if said sibling would not normally do that. It's not Travis' fault that Jesson never decided to give him more of a character beyond "funny pervy guy" that's not funny in every anime they've watched until Season 5 of MyStreet. It's unfair to try and say Travis should be scrutinized for his borderline sexual harassment of some characters when it's not his fault that happened, he was written by writers who don't think this sort of behavior isn't all that bad if they make it out for comedy and punch him in the face.

And god dammit it's not Laurance's fault that his jealousy became the most prevalent emotion he felt. Laurance has always been a character to give into his vices and yet fight against them at the same time, it's what makes him compelling. If they were going to pull on those vices in order to make him a less appealing love interest, he never had a chance to really be his own character after a certain point. Because at a certain point in Season 2, Jesson stopped caring about the character they had been writing for over a hundred episodes at that point. They just wanted to canonize their self insert ship and were willing to do anything to get it.

Laurance isn't an abusive angry person who would have killed Aphmau if they got together. He's a flawed character being handled by incredibly flawed writers who are prone to making some of the worst decisions you have ever seen a creator make in regards to their character writing. He was caught in the crossfire of the adoration he received from a very dedicated fanbase, and the creator who would rather pretend he and his previous arc didn't exist for the sake of her fun. It's not Laurance's fault his arc was stilted, jerked around, and ultimately ended with him completely face planting. And yet still reliably dragging his bloodied body up at just the slightest glimmer of hope (Void Paradox).

It's deeply poetic and tragic that I can describe his character in universe and in the meta-textual sense that way, but we should never blame Laurance, or Aaron, or any other characters for things being like this.

They didn't write the show. Jess and Jason did.