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lollipopliccer · 9 months

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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alisbackalleybbq · 1 year

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Crush (Requested)

TW: Mentions of violence against women.

This is not beta’d or edited. This was requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms. I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took me so long.

“ Heeey ! Finally I found a blog writing for Tim 😍 would you do one for me where the reader is an officer as well and crushing on Tim (and vise versa) but both are too stubborn to admit and everyone kinda makes fun of them. Then during a call, she gets kidnapped and hurt and Tim is furious till she is saved and he makes sure to take care of her. Some fluff and kisses when they finally admit their feelings 💝💝 this would be great and TYSM !”

“When are you going to stop staring at her and ask her out already?” Nyla asked Tim. He was standing at the back of the briefing room, arms crossed, glaring at Aaron Thorson who had said something to you that made you throw your head back and laugh at.

“I’m not staring,” Tim snapped. “We’re here to learn about a dangerous op. Not tell jokes.”

“Mmmm, okay,” Nyla smirked.

“She just made P2. I can’t get involved even if I wanted to.” Tim sighed.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Tim Bradford was scared.” Angela quipped.

“I’m not scared.” Tim scoffed. “I’m being smart.”

“Smart by letting the woman you have a crush on get away?” Nyla scowled.

“I don’t have a crush on her! She’s a subordinate.” Tim scowled back.

“You’re with Metro now. You’re not her sergeant anymore. You’re just making excuses.” Angela rolled her eyes.

Nyla tsked at Tim and shook her head. “Tim ‘the Coward’ Bradford.”

“You’re just going to have to man up and ask him out.” Aaron said to you.

“I’m not a man, Aaron.” You said sarcastically.

“You know what I mean,” he replied, glaring at you jokingly.

“Why would I ask him out?” You questioned. “He’s Tim Bradford. He could have any woman on or off the force that he wanted. He’s not going to want me.”

“Please! I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’ve seen the way you two interact. Stop being a scaredy cat and just ask him out.” Aaron urged.

“I’ll pass, Aaron. If that makes me a scaredy cat, that’s fine. But I’m not going to risk my ego on being rejected by Bradford.” You replied.

“Listen up,” Sgt. Grey took the podium.

Tim was out patrolling the area where the suspect in a brutal attack on a female jogger was reported to live. The briefing that morning had left him angry that somebody in his city had come up behind women jogging in the park and attacked them. So far there had been five victims. Tim wanted this creep off the streets yesterday. It didn’t help that he saw red when Aaron had put his hand on your back. The ribbing from Nyla and Angela had also played into his anger but it got him thinking about you.

“Units on the City Wide,” the dispatch voice over the radio cut through his thoughts, “possible officers in distress. Seven-Adam-15 is not responding to Status Checks.”

Tim’s blood ran cold. You were in 7-Adam-15 today with Nolan. “What is their last known location?” Tim radioed back.

“They checked out at 759 College Avenue on a noise complaint.” Dispatch answered.

“Copy, I’m enroute.” He flipped his sirens on and sped toward College Avenue.

When he arrived, he saw the shop parked out in front of a house with the numbers 759 on it. Tim flew out of the car when he noticed Nolan laying on the sidewalk.

“Nolan! Nolan!” Tim yelled, quickly scanning for injuries. John Nolan groaned in response. “Nolan, wake up! What happened?”

“Ugh,” Nolan squinted at Tim and put his hand to his head.

“I need an RA to this location for an injured officer.” Tim radioed in. “What happened? Where’s your boot?” Tim couldn’t bring himself to say your name. If it was bad news, he thought somehow referring to you as a boot would lessen the blow.

“She knocked on the door. The guy came out and hit me with a bat. He grabbed her and dragged her into the house. I tried to radio before I blacked out but…” John trailed off, the worry, anger, and fear evident on his face. “It’s the guy from the park.”

“The one attacking the joggers?” Tim clarified.

“Yes.” John tried to sit up.

“Whoa, just stay down.” Tim put his hand on John’s chest and pushed him back onto the ground.

“I have to go get her.” John groaned.

“Dispatch, I’m going to need immediate backup at this location. Officer kidnapped.” Tim unholstered his gun and went toward the front door.

“You should wait for backup!” John called then winced in pain.

Tim ignored him and went to the front door, pounding his fist against the door as hard as he could. “LAPD! Open the door!” He commanded. He waited for what felt like a year but it was only a minute before he tried the doorknob. He rolled his eyes at himself, of course the door was locked. He ran back to his shop and grabbed a window breaker. He didn’t want to waste any time banging against the glass that might not break easily. Tim quickly used the tool to crack the glass in the door window. He used his radio to break it fully and make room for his hand to slip in. He didn’t even feel the jagged glass cutting deep into his skin. He unlocked the door and entered the house, gun at the ready.

“LAPD!” He shouted. “Come out now with your hands up!” There were some crashing sounds from the basement. He ran down the stairs and was shocked at what he saw. You were bleeding from various wounds around your head and face, there was an angry red mark on your throat, your uniform was ripped, and there was blood seeping out of a wound in your chest.

You were straddling the suspect who was sprawled on the floor, still fighting. “You. Are. Under. Arrest.” You declared, each word punctuated by your elbow connecting with the suspect’s body somewhere.

“Are you okay?” Tim asked.

“No!” You growled out. “He won’t stop resisting.” Just as you finished speaking, the suspect hit you in the face with a closed fist.

“Son of a bitch!” You cried out. Before you could register what was happening, you were looking up at the ceiling, having been flipped on your back. You rolled over to see Tim flinging the suspect onto his stomach.

“You’re under arrest!” Tim yelled. “Put your hands behind your back.” The suspect complied right away and started quietly crying.

The next five minutes were a blur. Nyla showed up to haul the suspect up the stairs and outside the house. He was being checked over by medics. Tim helped you up the stairs and made sure you were sitting in an ambulance before he went to check on John.

Tim was quickly back by your side. “How’s Nolan?” You croaked out, your throat feeling like it was on fire. You held an ice pack to the side of your face. The paramedic was checking a deep cut on your chest.

“He’s okay. They said he most likely has a concussion but they’re going to take him to the hospital for tests.” Tim replied. “How’re you?”

You nodded softly. “I’ll live.”

“You’re a hell of a fighter.” The paramedic said. “You beat that guy up all by yourself?”

“Yeah,” you gave the attractive paramedic a shy smile.

“That’s badass.” He replied.

“Anyway,” Tim growled.

“Tim,” you gasped, grabbing his hand. His heart fluttered at the contact. “You’re hurt.”

“What?” He asked, confused, noticing blood on his arm.

“You’re cut.” You said.

“It’s nothing.” Tim shook his head.

“Those might need stitches,” The paramedic commented, looking over Tim’s cuts.

“I’ve had worse.” Tim tried to shake it off.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m going to the hospital.” You said. “You can ride with me.”

“Nah,” Tim waved you off. “I’m fine.”

“Please,” you grabbed his hand again. “I hate hospitals. If you’re there, it’ll make me feel better.”

Tim smiled at you and nodded. “Okay, fine.”

Tim was annoyed. It had taken 45 minutes for him to get the cuts on his arm stitched up. That was 45 minutes that he was away from you. Forty-five minutes that you were stuck in the hospital, a place you hated, without him there to make you feel better.

He growled all the way from the room he’d been in to the room where you were. You were lying in a hospital bed, bruised and bandaged up.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting next to your bed and grabbing your hand. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You smiled softly.

“You’re shaking,” Tim pointed out.

You nodded. “I can’t make it stop.”

“Adrenaline is wearing off. You had to put up a hell of a fight.” Tim brushed some hair away from your forehead.

“I was so scared.” You told him, tears pooling in your eyes. “I thought I was going to die. Then I heard you and I knew I was safe.”

“If it makes you feel better, I was scared too.” Tim confessed.

You scowled at him. “You were?” He nodded but didn’t say anything. “Why?”

“I didn’t know what I was going to find. I didn’t know if you were hurt or…” he trailed off.

“Yeah. That’s one thing about us cops,” you said. “We’re a family and we never want to see one of us hurt.”

“It’s not just that.” Tim said, taking a deep breath. “I…I didn’t want to find you hurt. I didn’t want anything bad to have happened to you. All I could think about was that if you were…I wouldn’t be able to tell you that I want to take you out on a date…if you want.”

“You want to date me?” You were incredulous. Was this really happening?

“I have for a long time. I just didn’t have the guts to say anything. I was afraid you’d reject me.”

“You were afraid I’d reject you? Tim Bradford was scared that I’d reject him?”

“According to Nyla my name is now Tim ‘the Coward’ Bradford.” He rolled his eyes and smiled.

You giggled. “I’d love to go out with you, Tim. I’ve been attracted to you for…well, since the first time I met you.”

“You were attracted to me after I yelled at you for spilling coffee on my uniform?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Right after that, I saw you kneel down to talk to a child so you were on the same level as him. I knew there was more to you than an asshole.”

“That’s…flattering.” Tim said. He cupped your cheek and leaned in. He softly brushed his lips against yours. You gently kissed him back. Tim broke the kiss and sat back in his chair next to your bed. He picked up a brown paper bag and held it out to you.

“Please tell me that’s an Elvis burger from Mrs. C’s.” You sighed.

“Extra bananas.” Tim smirked, handing you the bag.

#tim bradford #tim bradford imagine

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mushroommanstan · 2 years

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Creepy Tenko part 2

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After your first encounter, you became quite popular around campus as the girl who finally stood up to creepy Tenko and lived. You got invitations to pretty much every frat, a lot of free drinks at the bar, and lots of gossip buddies to sit with at lunch. And while you did enjoy the attention, you felt kind of bad about what you did.

Yeah he said some pretty nasty things, but you were the one who invaded his personal space (and then some). God you hoped you hadn’t ruined your chances with him… you really did want to get to know him better. He seemed sweet.

Meanwhile, Tenko was spending the afternoon in his room, experimenting. Hmmm, how did you grab his shirt again? Like this? … no, it was tighter than that. Maybe like this? Oh yeah, that’s it! You gotta twist it! Mmmm, perfect.

And what was it that you said to him? Those eight words that made his heart beat faster and his legs quake. Oh yeah.

‘You do not talk to me like that.’

Fuck, just remembering the way you looked at him made him struggle to take off his pants already. Those 10 seconds of complete dominance over him were going to get him through a week of jack-off material.

Again and again the scene played out in his mind. Your intense eyes, your strong grip, your unyielding tone.

‘You do not talk to me like that.’

Mmmm yeah, that’s the stuff. He worked his gloved hand over his clothed dick. His underwear chafed along his dick but it was nothing compared to what his hand would do, so he ignored it.

He grabbed the lube and tissues from the bedside table, ready to make this the perfect night as over and over you scolded him in his mind.

‘You do not talk to me like that. You filthy slut.’

He pressed his eyes shut hard, working over himself faster and faster as a different scene played out in his mind.

He moved his unused hand, applying lube singlehandedly and dipping down into his boxers. This time from the back.

Oh no y/n, your fingers are circling his tender hole! Oh please, he’ll be a good boy! Oh god please don’t fill him up with your fingers!

He was completely lost in his fantasy, beginning to finger himself with a moan.

His imagination only got more and more intense as he moved quicker, your degrading words seemingly right in his ear.

His own hand was bullying his inner walls, while his other pinches his nutsack as he envisioned your perfect foot crushing them as you laughed. So good… so good!

Shit!

His cum sprayed all over himself, dirtying the hoodie as the tissues beside him went utterly forgotten. He rode his orgasm for as long as he could, melting back into his bed as he came down from his high.

He never had felt anything like that. Usually when he did this he imagined things more… manly.

Oh but he liked this. He liked this way a lot more. And he liked using you in his fantasies. Just what the hell had you done to him?

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There you were again. Same class, same desk.

Usually Tenko would at least pay attention in the beginning of class before oogling at the unobtainable girls, but today his attention was on you completely.

He knew he was probably overreacting about the encounter, after all you probably had forgotten all about it.

But… whenever people talked to him, they whether intentionally or unintentionally treated him like a monster. Shaky voice, careful wording, hollow compliments, bullshit excuses to leave, all their confidence melting away as they prayed to make it out alive. Come out of interacting with him alive.

That, or their fight/flight instincts chose fight, and they tried to hurt him before he hurt them. Whether it be verbal or physical, he’s had some brave people stand up to him for no apparent reason. He got used to the insults. He stopped fighting them and accepted them like a wise, crazy old man once said.

They also gave up trying to hurt him, as he had not only the reflexes and pain tolerance of a god, but the protection of the hero business. He didn’t actually kill anyone since… that day… but instead the aforementioned hero scholarship program got the aggressors expelled and silenced so there wouldn’t be any controversy when he graduated. The kids weren’t seen again and despite any actual evidence, rumors spread.

So really, he was so used to being treated as a monster that he accepted his role as one. And all of these past experiences are what made him so baffled at how you treated him. You touched, no, fearlessly pressed yourself against him, your cheek touching his dry and cracked one. You spoke to him with no hesitance or anger or anything. You maintained eye contact with him that wasn’t a test of who would look away first.

You weren’t scared of him, and that’s what drew him to you.

He had to know more, get to know why you’re comfortable around him. See if he could, as cheesy as it sounds… be your friend.

Ugh, even thinking that made him cringe. He didn’t want to be your friend, you were hot and he wanted to fuck you. That’s it.

Look out world, he doesn’t have any knowledge of flirting or social interaction in general, but by god is he gonna try.

He looked at you, eyes squinting as he calculated his next moves like a chess game. He spent all night planning out these next few hours. He can do this. He can talk to you like a regular person.

You were humming to yourself, scribbling notes on a sheet of paper as the lesson continued, and he made his move.

Reaching into his hoodie, resting on top of ‘Father’, was the same gameboy that sparked your first, uh, he’s gonna say ‘conversation’.

He whipped it out with confidence, intentionally pulling it out on his visible side. He turned his head and looked at you. No reaction.

You noticed in your peripheral vision the way his head rotated towards you dramatically. His face was one of deep concentration and determination, and despite his intense gaze as he scanned your lack of reaction, he said nothing.

He slowly turned his head back towards his gameboy, and lifted the screen with an audible snap. The instant it made a noise he whipped his head and upper body towards you, once again, very dramatically.

You had to stop yourself from giggling. What was this guy doing? The way he turned made it seem like time and time again you some how pulled the last straw but his face was one of observation. He didn’t have to say it, it was painfully obvious he wanted your attention.

His eyes squinted again at your lack of reaction, and he turned slowly towards his game. With the screen up, he powered it on, giving you a powerful side glance this time instead, and turned the volume up just a little, so that you could obviously hear it, but the rest of the class couldn’t.

You gave him no response on the outside, but on the inside you were giggling from how cute this was. You wanted to see what else he would do if you kept ignoring him.

He booted up the game, slightly disturbed by your silence compared to yesterday, when you practically fell into his lap. He would have to try harder. Time for the next step.

“HmMmMm, mAn tHiS gAmE is sO fUn.” He said, robotically and slightly louder than he meant to. His head snapped towards you again and you had to stifle a giggle.

He sighed theatrically. “Oh, bUt tHiS lEvElS sOoOo HaRd! I wIsH tHeRe wAs SoMeBoDy wHo cOuLd hElP mE wItH iT.”

He snapped his head to you again, and you slowly raised your own to give him time to face forward again and pretend he wasn’t paying attention to you.

Despite being profile to you, you could see his eyes frantically moving back and forth from the white-board to you.

You played along, leaning in slightly to see what level he’s on. You almost lost it, he’s still at the title screen.

Tenko fought a smile. Yes, the plan was working! Alright, time for the next step.

With a strained straight face, you look him in the eye and break the news to him.

“Uh, you gotta press ‘A’ to start the game dude.”

His face paled in realization, and he looked down to see that he had forgotten to select a level. Shit.

“Uhh yeah so I do… silly me” he said, voice getting quieter near the end and trailing off. Despite working so hard to get you to look at him he couldn’t look you in the eye, staring off into the ceiling as he hoped to god you were still looking at his game.

You pressed the button for him, your thumb covering his as you smushed it into the plastic. A high pitched beep comes from the game in perfect sync to his heart skipping a beat.

You touched him! Again! You touched his hand!!! Aka, the most dangerous place to touch! He could feel his face heat up already and he had to repress some very intense emotions before he did something he’d regret.

You pulled away you hand, but leaned over and rested your chin on his shoulder. You could feel his shudder as your nose blew cold air into his ear. It was like every time you inhaled he doubted this was real, and every time you exhaled the soft breeze snapped him back and assured him you were, in fact, here with him.

You could see the tips of his ears reddening as he panted, and you looked down to his lap where the gameboy was. You tried, but it was hard to ignore the large erection he was sporting. You couldn’t help your eyes from widening. I guess the myth about gamers is true after all.

Tenko was so distracted by your chest pressing into his upper-arm that it took him a second to remember why you were looking over his shoulder in the first place. He looked down to the screen, ready to show you his epic gamer skillz… and made an utterly terrifying discovery.

Oh shit… OH SHIT!!!

Alarm bells were ringing in his head and he shoved you off in a panic.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck he could swear he tucked himself into his waistband before class! Oh god that’s so embarrassing he hoped you didn’t notice… he uh… where’d you go?

Coming back to reality he looked around and met your gaze as you rubbed your where your ass hit the floor. You gave him that same look, the one he was terrified of, and yet yearned for.

He wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, he was filled with nothing but dread. It was bad enough he couldn’t control himself, now he had just shoved the girl of his dreams away. literally.

You watched as he deeply exhaled, this sigh being for real. He laid his head on the table, accepting defeat and mentally preparing your for your next move.

He watched you rise and sit back in your chair. He couldn’t see your face, but could only assume it was one of disgust and anger.

What would it be this time? Insults about his appearance? Shrieking and running out of the classroom? A punch to the back of the head that would undoubtedly be the last time you made contact with him? He didn’t care. You couldn’t hurt him more than he has been. Please just do it already.

He saw out of the corner of his eye your hand reaching towards him. Looks like you’re gonna do this the physical way. He tensed up, preparing for a slap, a punch, a kick, hell even a harsh pinch.

. . . . .

HOLY FUCKING FUCK OF ALL THAT FUCKED

You were touching him! You were touching touching him! What in the ever loving god was happening?! He was now completely sure his medication was backfiring or something but your firm cupping of his clothed balls sent shivers down his spine a way no hallucination ever could.

Your groping hand was sending waves of pleasure through his body with each little squeeze. His entire body was tense and rigid, a survival instinct perhaps that told him not to move or you might stop for some reason. It was irrational, but it made enough sense in his boggled mind to keep him perfectly still as you had your way with him.

And throughout the mind numbing lust and the shock of ever being in a situation like this, there was still one question that forced its way to the front of his thoughts.

Why?

Why him? Why now? Why after he had just shoved you? Why after you saw how perverted he was? Just… why?

Whatever, he didn’t care. He’d find out later, but for now he’d be dammed if he didn’t do every thing he could to enjoy this while it lasted.

Shyly, he turned his head to you, determined to see what you looked like through all this. I mean, you were jerking him off above his clothes during class, the least he could do is look at you.

Then, as he gazed into your eyes, your intentions became clear.

He hoped he would see a soft, inviting smile or something. But instead, you wore a malicious, grinch-like grin that made his heart drop.

Your fingers turned to claws as you squeezed his nuts harshly, making him let out a small squeak.

“You know baby boy~” you began, letting him know what it was like to be on the other side of an intense glaring session. You could feel his hips jerk at the nickname, giggling.

“I was going to apologize to you today. I felt so bad about how things left off… thought I may have been too harsh on you.”

As you talked, you kneaded his junk harshly between your fingers, and despite the uncomfortable sensation, he couldn’t get himself to fight back. As much as he was ashamed to admit it… you hurting him like this felt so good. So right. Like he had finally found his place in the world.

Being your bitch.

He trembled as you continued. “But after seeing what a perverted bastard you are, shoving me away from you even though I only wanted to help you with your, ah, ‘difficult level.’” You taunted, free hand making finger quotes for the last two words.

You leaned into his shoulder once again, and whispered.

“I guess you left me no choice but to punish you.” He had to clasp a hand over his mouth before he let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

You continued harshly pushing your palm against his sack, trying to flatten it against his thigh as he panted deliciously.

This was supposed to feel like a punishment.

But damn if it didn’t feel like a reward

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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rylandfalkov · 7 months

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FEBRUARY DWC 2024 DAY 2 - SUPPRESS

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((Since my time to write for WoW is extremely limited right now, here's my show from Succulent Tart's Glitter is in the Air since it uses one of the words for this day!))

Ryland steps onto the stage with acoustic guitar in hand, donning completely casual clothing tonight: Tank top, slacks, boots, and the only thing that really stands out, a crown of red and white geraniums. Those familiar with his previous Glitter is in the Air performances may recognize the flowers as a staple of this particular show for him.

He flashes the crowd that charming, dimpled smirk he’s known for as he steps up to the microphone to speak:

"I know some of you may expect me to continue the story I’ve been telling over the years at this performance; with the aerial hoops, ballet, and usually making a good handful of you break down in tears. Taking a break this year to do a little something different. Don’t worry, the aerial contraptions and ballet will be coming back. Probably a little pole dancing for the show in April."

Wink wink nudge nudge.

"I sang on this very stage for my very first show ever with the Tarts years ago. It’s not something I do very often as I feel oddly more vulnerable singing than I do with dancing. However, I’m gonna sing something for you all tonight! This song can be interpreted in different ways for different people, and that’s the great thing about music yeah? You hear whatever you want or whatever you need in it. Whether this is about unrequited love, a forbidden relationship, what happens when you have a strong attraction to someone that isn’t necessarily good for you, or whatever else.

I’ll let you all feel what you need to feel for it, and assume what you’d like to assume as to why I’m singing it for you tonight."

Ryland steps back from the microphone and clears his throat as he slightly adjusts his guitar into position. After a few silent moments, he begins to strum a tune that is likely fairly recognizable to many. Leaning closer to the microphone, he begins to sing; his vocals breathy and fluid, delicately suppressed yet commanding and immediately captivating, “No, dah-oooooo, ohh-ohh-ohh. No, dah-ooooo…” Eyes close and brows raise briefly as he switches from chest to a gentle head voice with ease, adding a bit of modest vibrato onto the back end of the lingering notes.

His eyes flutter open, making and holding eye contact with various members of the audience, “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.” There’s a dreamy quality to the surroundings and to the song itself; sweet, sultry, and even a touch haunting at times. “Well It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.” There’s something almost hypnotic about those impassioned lyrics and that enticing gaze, beckoning and bewitching all. One corner of his lips draws upwards into a lopsided, alluring grin, flashing those pearly whites beneath as his voice easily lifts to reach the higher notes, “No I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.” He takes a sharp breath, maintaining the same euphonic quality for the chorus, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” The mellifluous timbre of his vocals fluently ease into his falsetto range without strain nor hitch, making the difficult song sound effortless, “No, I don't wanna fall in love.” There’s an etherealness to his intonation that makes the song sound more romantic than the words actually lend, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm”. He looks back down at his guitar with a tender smile, “No, Da-Ooooo…” He allows the vibrato trail off into silence naturally as his gaze greets the audience again. Ryland falls back into his natural register as he scans the crowd with a slight intensity in both gaze and voice. His upper lip twitches, baring his teeth more as he sings the next lines, “What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” While he never mentioned what the song meant to him, it certainly holds some meaning given the absolute heart and emotion he puts into the lyrics, gracefully crescendoing as he continues, “What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” He doesn’t even stop to breathe as he reaches the chorus once more, nurturing the delicate balance between strength and fragility, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Eyes shut as he nearly smiles, the song certainly brings out a full range of emotion, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooo..” He continues to extend the note with the faintest hints of vibrato, readily raising the pitch and sliding the held note around at his whim before allowing it to fade.

Eyes crack open to focus on his guitar, leaning away from the microphone and continuing to strum the melodic rhythm with finesse. There’s a trace of genuine melancholy in his expression, alongside a raw sensuality with the way he wets his lips, inhales, and sways forward until lush lips just barely graze the microphone. “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, well it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.” His azure gaze confidently greets anyone willing to hold the intense stare, making it seem as if he’s singing just for them and them alone. “No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.” Both brows raise along with the tone, and one corner of his lips pulls into a bittersweet smile, allowing the heartfelt words and soulful melody to permeate throughout the entire performance space. He maintains a certain tenderness and restraint all throughout the otherwise heavy lyrics. “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Those honeyed vocals are meant to evoke feelings and daydreams of all varieties. It’s a combination of yearning and lust, of vulnerability and a loss of individuality, with an aftertaste of regret. “No, I….Oh no, I……” The high notes are masterfully held, gradually fading into a melodic exhale and swept away into the rhythmic strumming of his guitar. Ryland's lips brush the microphone, his shuddering breath audible, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooohhhh…” He strums the final chord, allowing both guitar and voice to fade to nothing. He stills in the silence for a few moments before lowering the instrument and stepping away from the microphone to take his final bow.

@succulent-tart @daily-writing-challenge

#dwc2024 #februarydwc2024 #story #show #performance #ryland #succulent tart #Youtube

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icanbeyourjedi-writes · 1 year

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Interview with a Vampire A Max Phillips One-Shot

Summary: Reader is sick, a curled up on the sofa while Max is at work, little did she know he'd surprise her coming home early while 'Twilight' is on TV Words: 1962 Rating: E for EVERYONE --Its a lot of fluff- Warnings/Triggers: Max is a vampire, he's kinda of an asshole, but its mostly fluffy, mentions of the movie Twilight, mention of sex and God...nothing really to bad. No mentions of reader descriptions, but it is written in first person from a female.

It's Friday the 13th it felt like a good day to share a Max Phillips story, something I wrote quickly to help get out of my writers block. And thanks to @musings-of-a-rose-writes for reading it before I posted ;)

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

The perks of being sick, besides the fact I don’t have to go to work. I get to snuggle into my boyfriend's old Princeton hoodie while having my lower half burrioted in a fuzzy blanket. I’m laying on the way over-priced leather couch that he just had to have. “It’s classy sweetheart, and I am a classy man," he had said when the delivery guys dropped it off in his great room. I’m warm in the little cocoon I’ve created and my eyes slowly close and I drift off for yet another nap.

My senses start to come too when I feel the fuzzy fabric moving, the feeling of his large hand rubbing the soft fabric up and down my calves that are now draped over his lap. I slowly blink awake, glancing at the wall clock on the far wall, it’s too early for him to be home. The sun has just started to descend. I stare at his sharp profile. The strong jaw, his Romanesque nose, and those pouty lips. Those lips that should be a sin to be able to kiss. I mean, technically they are a sin. He is a sin. He is the definition of sinful.

I turn my head seeing that Twilight happened to be the movie playing. His eyes focused on the images moving in front of him. He hated vampire movies, always complaining about how Hollywood portrays them. I see the remote sitting on the coffee table, in the same spot I left it. I lean forward reaching for it when his hand snatches it before I can even lift my arm.

“Now, baby girl…” he says, smirking and raising an eyebrow looking at me, “Bella is just about to tell Eddie boy what he is”

Maximus Phillips, senior sales manager, my boyfriend…and a vampire. Now you see, dating my boss was never part of my plans. And dating a vampire definitely wasn’t on my life BINGO card, but here we are.

“Max, give me the remote” I sniffle, sitting up and pulling my legs away from him

“But this is the best part” he puts his arm around me, pulling me close, rubbing his nose along my neck before placing a kiss to my pulse point

He is trying to distract me, and god damn it…it’s working. He sucks on the delicate skin he can reach. His hand sliding up my arm, his fingers grip at the material and pull it out of his way. A little nip has me meaning his name. “Mmmm Maaaax”, he nips at my skin again, and I feel him smile. Knowing Max it is probably more of a smirk. His hand slides around my throat, keeping me in place “shit foooooocmmmcus” I think, as I wrap my fingers around his wrist

“I know what you are”

“What are we baby girl?” Max asks, he sharp teeth grazing against my skin

My free hand grips his thigh, waiting for him to sink his fangs into me. “A vampire…” I say in unison with the movie.

“That’s right” he presses his lips against my skin

I open my eyes and see remote sitting next to him, I slide my fingers up, lacing them with his. I run my hand up his thigh, leaning into him more. Hoping and praying that he is still laser focused on my neck. My hand flies from his leg to reach for the remote. Before I can even realize what happened he is sitting on the lazy-boy, remote in hand. Almost teasing me with it.

“You gotta be quicker than that baby girl” he smirks. Turning his attention back to the movie.

“Max, please. Can we just watch something else” I beg

I watch Max, he throws his head back in laughter shaking his head as Edward sparkles in the sunlight. “This is the skin of a killer” the TV says, he laughs at that even harder. “This movie is full of lies”

“Aren’t they all?” I groan. I knew this was going to happen, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. But really this is all his fault, he came home early

“I don’t fucking sparkle in the sunlight, in fact I don’t know a single vampire that does”

“Well yeah, because you turn into a pile of dust” I smile at him

“How many bad vampire movies have you seen?” He questions, taking off his dark charcoal suit jacket, setting it over the armrest “I don’t turn into a pile of dust, and I don’t catch on fire either”

“The daylight ring protects that” I watch as he stands, undoing the knot I’m his red tie, and pulling it from around his neck. He drops it into my lap, walking to the covered floor to ceiling windows on the far side of the room, “Max…Max, what are you doing?”

“Showing you what happens to me in the sunlight” pushing a few buttons on the wall, the dark blinds begin to rise, letting the setting sunlight fill the room.

He starts to unbutton his white dress shirt. He stands in the middle of the windowsl, letting the sun hit his entire body. My eyes are locked on to him. His fingers slowly finish unbuttoning his shirt, “now sweetheart, I want you to watch…” he slides the silver ring off his finger. It makes a clink when it hits the hardwood floor beneath him.

“Max, don’t…you don’t have to do this”

I honestly have no idea what is going to happen. I mean he wouldn’t put himself in danger of melting, burning, turning into dust or wax..no wait that’s a witch. He gives a wicked small, while he lets the shirt fall to the ground. I sit and wait, and watch. He’s right…nothing happened. No sparkles, no smoke, no turning to dust.

“I told you baby girl, nothing was going to happen to Daddy” he smirks.

“Don’t call yourself that, it’s weird” I say, watching as he bends down to pick up his ring. He slides it back on his finger before picking up his shirt. There’s a faint glimmer from where the sun was hitting his back. I cough, trying to hold back my laughter. I end up coughing harder than I probably should have.

Max is sitting next to me in the blink of an eye. A hand rubbing up and down my back. “Sweetheart, are you ok? Baby?”

“I’m…cough..ok” I get out finally

Max pulls me close, pulling my legs over his lap as I snuggle into his chest. The sun had warmed him slightly. He was never ice cold to the touch but his body was always cooler than mine. Never even breaking a sweat when we fooled around. I turn my head up to look at him, I barely open my mouth “and no, I can’t read your mind” I swear I could almost hear his eye roll

“But, you just did” I smile, resting my head on his chest, “the movie does have one thing right”

“That we vampire’s are incredibly sexy”

It’s my turn to roll my eyes. Confidence was something he didn’t lack. Nope, not one bit. Maximus Phillips knew he was attractive and he made sure everyone knew it too “it’s part of my charm” he would always say. I lace my fingers with his and set them on my lap. “I was going to say moody…” I grin turning my head to look at him, “but, sure sexy weeks too”

He frees his hand from mine, tucking his fingers under my jaw tilting my head up. He slowly brings my lips towards his. His eyes looking into mine, his tongue darting outs, quickly wetting his lips. A sinfully playful smile before they crash onto mine. It starts slow, gentle; his hand slowly moving to wrap around my neck. Licking the seam of my lips I let him in before quickly pulling back, “it’s alright baby…I can’t get sick…remember”

And he says he can’t read my mind. His thumb brushing the delicate skin just below my ear. I close my eyes and look down at our joined hands. Max leans forward, resting his forehead against mine.

“You sure you can’t find minds?” I sigh

“Maybe, just yours” he shrugs grinning from ear to ear

He places a quick kiss on my check and returns to watching the movie. I put my head back on his chest, his hand on my thigh. His thumb gently rubbing soothing circles while his other hand rubs my arm up and down. It’s gentle moments like this that I forget who and what he is, a man who can flip and switch. A man who is incredibly capable of snapping my neck with just a flick of his wrist if he wanted.

“Ugh…” he throws his head back, groaning and yet another vampire cliche “our eyes don’t change colors. They especially don’t change based on what we eat. Baby, why do you watch this crap?” it wasn’t a question though

It was a good question, I don’t really know why. Maybe because it was nostalgia, maybe it was because at the time, I thought it wasn’t just a cheesy vampire movie. Did I know at the time that a handful of years later I would actually be dating a vampire? No, it definitely wasn’t on my life’s ‘bingo’ card. I didn’t even believe vampires were a real thing…not until Max Phillips walked into my life.

“But they do, I mean not like that…but yours do”

He shakes his head, “they stay this awful shade of brown…they always have been” he kisses the top of my head before I turn to look up at him

“They are always brown, yes, but sometimes they are lighter. They have a honey color to them, sometimes they have a speckle of gold to them especially when you look at me and tell me you love me. Then, sometimes…when you are just about to ya know, they are almost black.” my hand holding on to his broad shoulder, he stares down at me and I see that little fleck of gold I was just telling him about. I scrunch my face, trying to hold back a sneeze but it doesn’t work. I have been holding it back for too long.

I closed my eyes, and sneezed all over his face before I could get my elbow up to cover my nose. I open my eyes to Max's face, something between annoyed and shocked that I actually sneezed on him.

“You sneezed” he comments

“Thanks, I didn’t realize that's what I did” I roll my eyes at him “wait, you can’t say it can you? You can’t say bless you…” he shakes his head no, “you can’t say God either can you?”

“No, I can’t say it, but I sure as hell can make you scream it…just before mine” he smirks, pulling away from me and going back to watching the movie

“Max…gross” I shake my head, wiping my nose on the sleeve of his hoodie and laying my head back on his chest. His laugh, deep makes his entire body shake and it’s moments like this. A domestic moment with him that makes me forget he's a vampire.

I had fallen asleep at some point, waking up to a dark room. Max had laid me down on the couch, a blanket wrapped around my body. My back pressed up against his chest, the thick, warm blanket between us. The final scenes playing out in front of us. Edward and Bella sharing a dance. He leans her back, his lips moving to her neck. Max’s hand resting on my hip, I can feel his lips moving against my ear. “I love you too…” he whispers

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal Characters #Chirstina Writes #Max Phillips #Max Phillips x Reader #Max Phillips x you #Blood Sucking Bastards #Pedro Pascal Character Fic

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whoficky · 25 days

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Until Morning

Rating: Mature (I think?) Maybe explicit? Definitely NSFW.

Pairing: 10th Doctor X Rose Tyler

Work Summary: In a burst of blue light, a dimension hopping Rose Tyler finally finds a world weary Doctor as he's about to go up against the Master. But time is not on their side, and this reunion can't be the forever they've longed for. If all they have is one night together, they are determined to make it count.

Chapter summary: He wanted nothing more than to stay like this, still and peaceful at her side. But he knew he couldn’t. Not only was dawn approaching, but he could hear the rustling of someone stirring downstairs. He had things he needed to do to prepare for what was to come, things to discuss with Martha and Jack.

Chapter 8

Rose let her hands and mind wander as she lay curled up with the Doctor under his tan coat. He’d pulled it over both of them before the sweat that slicked their bodies could cool and cause a chill.

“What are you thinking?” he asked in a soft, gravely voice.

Rose hummed, “Mmmmm. Nothing...Everything.” She opened her hooded eyes to meet his. “Still just sort of…”

“Yeah,” he agreed on a happy sigh. He brushed his fingers up and down her arm, sending waves of pleasant tingles through her hyper-sensitized body.

“That was ‘mazing,” she said, “Feelin’ you everywhere - inside, in my head…didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Was that ok?” the Doctor asked, brows pinching slightly in concern, “The telepathy? I’m sorry I should have mentioned before I might -”

She cut him off with a soft, lingering kiss. “Was brilliant,” she assured him, “Doctor, there aren’t words. Is that - was that how your people...”

“Sometimes,” he nodded, then tilted his head, “Er…occasionally. Well, rarely, to be honest. Connecting like that, it enhances everything.”

“Mmmm, I noticed,” she purred and stretched against him, relishing the feel of the soft hair of his legs sliding against her smooth ones.

“But it’s also quite intimate, quite revealing.”

“Noticed that too,” her smile went from sultry to something much softer when his eyes dipped down in uncharacteristic shyness.

“Yes, well. It was considered a bit, er, deviant,” he admitted.

“Their loss,” she said, sad for what his people had missed out on. And a just little mournful of what they had been missing out on all this time.

“Yeah,” he breathed, leaning forward to coax her into a deep kiss that had her thinking that ‘next time’ may need to be very, very soon.

“How am ever going to let you go, Rose Tyler?” he asked with a sad smile, cooling her arousal slightly, but only increasing her feelings of intimacy with him.

Temping as it was, she wouldn’t use this moment to beg him once again to let her stay. Not when he was so vulnerable. And not when she knew she really did have to go.

“You don’t have to just yet,” she whispered instead, tracing a line down his sideburn before running her fingers through his damp hair. He closed his eyes and made a sound of contentment deep in his throat. “And you’ll be ok. When the time comes.” She was sure of that now. Had seen it inside his mind. If there was one thing her Time Lord excelled at, it was persevering.

He made a noncommittal sound and drew her close against him. For a while they just held each other in the easy silence. Her hand rubbed long, sleepy strokes up and down the length of his back as he played with her hair.

“Doctor,” she said eventually.

“Hmmm?” he hummed.

“I didn’t mention before, but on that memory drive I gave you…”

“Yeah?” he prompted.

“’S not all just doom and gloom and the stars going out. There’s…there’s photos, some recordings from me, letters I’ve been writing you, and, um, all the blueprints and data for the dimension cannon.”

He pulled back slightly and propped himself up on an elbow, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she grinned up at him, “So I figure…maybe you can find me next time. Big brain like yours with help from the TARDIS once you get her back…could probably improve upon what we’ve come up with. Those walls between universes aren’t as solid as the last time you checked. Me bein’ here is proof of that, yeah? And I’ll keep it up on my end. I’ll still be out there lookin’ for you too. I reckon with all that…Well, I think I’ll be seeing you again soon, Doctor.”

“Rose Tyler, are you deducing,” he asked with a softer version of the same look on his face that had nearly made her jump his bones years ago.

“I think I am,” she grinned.

“Copper’s hunch?”

“Better,” she kissed him, long and deep and full of hope. “A promise,” she whispered against his lips.

With a laugh of pure joy, he clutched her hips and rolled them until he was braced on top of her. The feel of him stirring against her belly started to fan the heat that had never fully faded as they’d talked.

“I believe I made a promise too, Rose Tyler,” he growled.

“Oh yeah, what’s that,” she ran her hands up and down his sides, feeling his muscles ripple underneath the pads of her fingers.

“I believe I said next time,” he started scooting down her body, “we’d take it slow. Very,” he kissed her chest, “very,” licked a circle around her navel, “slow,” he puffed, hovering just over her center.

“Oh god,” she whimpered.

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The Doctor cataloged each one of Rose Tyler’s breaths and drank in every precious murmur and movement she made in her sleep. Rassilon, she was beautiful. Gazing at her now, she took his breath away. When he missed her, when things got hard and despair beckoned, he would think back on this moment, remember how the moonlight played across the bare skin of her back and the way her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she dreamed.

Oh, he loved her.

And he’d finally gotten the chance to tell her. It had come whispered from his lips into her heated skin, was poured into each tender touch as he’d mapped her body, and projected into her very soul while they’d shared one mind. He’d left no room for doubt about how he felt about her. It was sealed into her very essence. As it had been seared into his for a long time now.

After they’d fallen back into their nest of jackets utterly spent, they’d gently cleaned each other and he’d coaxed her into a reluctant sleep. Despite her protestations, it hadn’t taken her long to drift off. He knew she was exhausted.

He wanted nothing more than to stay like this, still and peaceful at her side. But he knew he couldn’t. Not only was dawn approaching, but he could hear the rustling of someone stirring downstairs. He had things he needed to do to prepare for what was to come, things to discuss with Martha and Jack. As he’d basked in the utter contentment of holding a sleeping Rose Tyler, a plan had begin to coalesce. It was time to start setting it in motion.

Reluctantly, he eased out from under his tan coat and tugged it up over her shoulders. She was so deep in sleep, she didn’t rouse at all.

“I’ll be back,” he promised before tracking down his clothes and putting each layer of armor back in place. Before he left the room, he took a moment to take the memory drive out of his pocket and stared down at it with a small smile.

The Doctor strode on to the factory floor, hands in his pockets, aiming for the perfect picture of Time Lord aloofness. Still, Jack gave the Doctor a filthy smirk over the top of the laptop he’d been working on.

“Soooo,” he grinned devilishly, “have a nice…walk?”

“Yes, lovely night for a walk,” the Doctor replied easily, rocking on his heels.

Jack snorted, “You aren’t fooling anyone with that bullshit, Doctor. I’ve never seen someone look so thoroughly shagged before.”

Though preening internally at the completely accurate description, the Doctor leveled a glare at his friend for a moment before he began emptying his pockets and spreading the bits and bobs out on a small metal table.

“C’mon,” Jack wheedled, closing the laptop and walking over to join the Doctor, “You can’t tell me that you just spent half the night talking. When the two of you left, you were practically vibrating with tension.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Doctor continued to concentrate on sorting through components.

“Oh Doc, please. You weren’t exactly quiet.”

That made him look up sharply.

“I was about to go up there and investigate. Thought you two were being attacked,” Jack snickered.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the Doctor sniffed. But then he couldn’t quite help quirking a small brief smile.

“I knew it!” Jack crowed. He slapped the Doctor on the back, “Bout freaking time! Happy for the two of you, truly. And don’t worry, I lied. Didn’t hear a thing. More’s the shame.”

“Remind me to drop you into a supernova when I get the TARDIS back,” the Doctor growled. Not that he could work up a true sense of irritation right now with his skin still buzzing and his hearts so full. Still, there was work to be done. “If you are quite finished, Captain, I thought we could discuss how we are going to prevent the Master from bringing about the end of the world.”

“Got some of that post orgasm insight, I see,” Jack nodded sagely, “The birth of all great plans and discoveries. Whattaya got, Doc?”

Ignoring the first part, the Doctor explained the rough outline of his plan and the two of them worked on hacking further into the Master’s communications. He was encouraged by what they found. The Archangel network - he’d guessed there was some kind of large scale hypnotism involved, and this confirmed it. Thank Rassilon the Master was such an arrogant sod. It would never occur to him that the basis for his whole rise to power was ripe for exploitation.

The Doctor started working on perception filters while Jack and he debated the merits of skipping the airport and heading straight to the Valiant to give them more time to snoop around. When Martha joined them a while later, looking worn, but determined, he let her in on the plan.

“I want you both to know you can walk away from this,” he said seriously, “Find somewhere to hide and wait it out. This is my responsibility, not yours, and I know what’s ahead won’t be easy for either of you.”

“You’re mad if you think I’d opt out,” Martha shook her head, jaw clenched in anger and eyes suggesting a bit of hurt too. He’d had to give her the option though. What he was asking of her…it was far too much to put on an army, let alone on the shoulders of one lone woman. “That’s my family he’s got, my whole planet he’s trying to control. No, Doctor. I’m in this. I’m all in,” she said firmly.

“Me too,” Jack nodded, “Sounds like a player with immortality might come in handy.”

“You may not be able to stay dead, Jack, but that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt when he kills you,” the Doctor warned. He wanted to make sure neither of them went into this without full understanding of who they were up against.

Jack shrugged, “You don’t have to tell me, Doc. Died plenty of times now, and yeah, it always hurts. But if he’s busy killing me, that’s one less other person he’ll have the time to torment. Maybe I can be a good distraction.”

The Doctor nodded, humbled by the bravery of the both of them.

“Alright, then here’s what’s going to happen…” he dove into the specifics of each of their roles.

#timepetals #rose tyler #tenth doctor #tenrose #doctor x rose #doctor who #fanfic #until morning #idk what other tags to use????

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 6/41

Chapter 6: Slow and Relentless

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, unprotected PIV, oral female receiving, blanket sexual consent

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes wishes involved here.

Chapter 6: Slow and Relentless

“You made me work up an appetite, baby,” he says in his Elvis voice, untangling himself from your arms and legs.

“Are you aware of how hot it is when you talk like him?” you say, “I mean your regular voice is gorgeous, but that southern accent low in my ear is shiver inducing.”

“Why thank you Ma’am. Let’s get something to eat," he drawls, teasing.

After cleaning up a bit you sit, naked, at the kitchen table, nibbling on cheese and crackers and drinking the wine. You ask him about what he wants to do in the next 71 hours.

“Umm. I thought that was settled- ‘relax’ with you,” he says with air quotes.

“Well, yeah,” you smile, “but I mean do you have anything specific you want to do? Fantasies or stuff you want to try?”

“Well I don’t want to make you do something you aren’t comfortable with or don’t want to consent to or anything…” he trails off.

“Ok, let me make this very clear. As far as I’m concerned the next three days are about making you relax and get your mind off the stress as best we can. I am willing to be your sex plaything. I consent to let you fuck and/or play with me whenever or where ever strikes your fancy for the next 71 hours. I promise that if I’m not ok with something, I will tell you right away. I like sex, I like you. I do not play mind games. I will be honest with you and I expect that you will be honest with me. That is what this whole thing is about anyway."

He takes a big breath, “I’ve never met anyone like you. So much of Hollywood dating is mind games and concern about public eye and consent and what ifs…" he takes another breath with closed eyes. “Ok, well I don't need it to be all about me. I like sex to be about my partner too, so I guess that makes me your sex plaything too. I promise to tell you if I’m not ok with something. I also…I kinda want to spank you?” his eyebrows raise in inquiry.

“Mmmm, Yes please!” a warmth starts to spread from your core at the thought, “y’know that scene in Blue Hawaii where Elvis spanks that bratty girl on the beach?”

“Yeah, I think her name was Ell- something and he was Chad?” he nods.

“I remember that scene always excited me. I used to imagine I was getting bent over his knee… OOO and if you want to role play it in character.. That would be dreamy!” You put your hand to your cheek, rolling your eyes in 50's style excitement.

You two converse a little longer about fantasies. You are both getting hot again. He keeps rubbing those long, dextrous fingers along your arm and hand as he gets more comfortable with talking.

You finally can’t stand it anymore.

“I want to go slow, and sensuous, even if we don’t cum. I just want to feel you touch me all over slowly,” you say as you stand up, and walk backwards, beckoning him to the bedroom.

“Yes Ma’am," says Elvis/Austin, making you smile at his accent.

He snags his phone, follows you and turns on Elvis’ “Make the World go Away.” He turns to you and offers you his hand. As you grab it, he twirls you, then pulls you in. One hand holding yours, curled between you, close to his chest, the other around your naked waist. Your head is resting on his shoulder. You two are slow dancing 50’s style. His other hand is gently stroking your back and slides down around the curve of your butt. Your other hand is wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. You look up at him all doe-eyed but his eyes are closed, he is humming along feeling the music. You are content to just dance, you snuggle back up to him and follow his lead.

As the song ends Austin puts one finger under your chin and tilts your mouth up to meet his. After a slow, lingering kiss, he turns you around and begins slowly trailing kisses down your neck while cupping under your breasts. He plants kisses all the way down your spine, his hands wandering down your sides to your hips. On one knee now, he continues kissing, adding in tiny nibbling bites down one side of your butt to the round shelf where it meets your legs. His hands continue down the outside of your thighs to your ankles, and back up your inner thighs. You step your feet apart a little more, as he spreads your cheeks and his fingers graze your lips sending little sparks to your belly. He kisses up the other side of your ass as he presses your hips to turn you around.

Your pussy is right in front of his face. You are internally begging him to bury his face in you, lick your lower lips. You place your feet just a bit wider apart and press your hips forward invitingly. He looks up at you, you bite your lower lip, a little imploring look on your face. He guesses exactly what you want. His thumbs glide along your closed lips, back to front, pulling them apart at the front, exposing your clit to the air, making your pussy clench. You wonder if he can see those inner labia tighten. You are impressed, he paid attention when you were playing with yourself. He does this one more time then his tongue flicks out to taste your swelling nub, once, twice before his thumbs press together and he kisses the little archway that houses your clit. You inhale sharply and exhale a little moan.

His teasing has got you so hot, your hands found their way to your nipples. Reaching up, he moves your hands off your tits, admonishing you. “Oh no, that’s for me to do. I’ll get there in a minute, you will just have to wait."

He continues stroking, kissing and nibbling up your front, along your scar and up your belly. Just before he gets to your breasts, he stands up and guides you back down on the bed. You are shaking in anticipation, reveling in how slow he is going and all the sensations that are missed in a frantic race to fuck. He lies down next to you, propped up on one elbow, the other hand tracing circles on your tits with his fingertips. It's maddening. Your nipples are hard, begging to be stroked or pinched or sucked. But he avoids them, loving how your body is begging for him.

He is drinking you in with his eyes as he dips his head down to press his lips to yours. Then continues planting those slow kisses and nibbles down the front of your neck, across your breasts, to your nipples. He finally takes one in his mouth, slowly sucking and flicking his tongue along the tip. You gasp in pleasure. You can feel his cock, stiff against your leg. He pushes himself to lay slightly on you so he can reach your other breast with his mouth. Your hands are running through his hair, you have never been so stimulated, so slowly.

You want him in you now, you open your legs invitingly as he moves his body between them. He pushes back and lowers his head down between your legs. With a wide wet tongue he licks your dripping pussy back to front, spreading your wetness. He moves up, locking that sexy, wanting glare on you and kisses you deeply, your own juices on his tongue. His cock is pressing along your pussy. He rolls and nudges his hips, seeking to find your entrance. You open wide, titling your hips up to him.

Then he is there, his head spreading your inner lips, not quite inside. You kiss him harder, willing him to dive into you. He chuckles against your mouth and refuses to go any deeper, not yet.

“I like having you all wanting and writhing under me" he intones with that evil smile again.

“Please, I need you” you moan and grasp his hips.

He grabs your wrists and holds them down just above your shoulders.

“You said slowly, so that is what you are getting, honey.” he admonishes Elvis-like.

God his voice might as well be a vibrator the way it makes a shudder of delight run down your body and your pussy floods just that much more. He starts this little game of slowly sliding barely in, then slowly pulling out, in a bit more then out again. You are thrusting your hips up each time to keep him in a little longer. After an excruciatingly long time, his long cock is finally buried in your pussy, filling you.

It feels amazing, yet you want him to start moving in and out, seeking that sweet release. But he puts his weight down on you, pressing you to the bed. You can’t do anything but clench and unclench around his shaft as he kisses you.

“Please,” you beg against his mouth.

“Please what?” his low voice rumbles.

“Please fuck me,” your hips are shaking, trying to get some motion.

“How do you think I'm going to fuck you, baby,” he says against your neck.

“Slow," you moan into his ear. He chuckles against your ear, pulling your earlobe into his mouth.

He starts moving, tilting his pelvis forward as he pulls out, then back as he slides back in and tilting forward again when he is deep in you. This scooping motion teasing that toe curling place inside you. He goes slow and smooth for a while, longer than you thought he would. You can’t help but writhe and pant and moan under him, slow feels so good. You can hear him vocalizing in the back of his throat. You are starting to feed off each other’s sounds of pleasure.

“I’m gonna fuck you harder now, darlin'," he drawls in your ear. Shivers.

He starts to pump in and out of you faster. Your legs wrap around his hips, opening yourself up even deeper to him.

It all starts to be too much, being held down, teased tantalizingly into a heightened arousal, then being rammed into with his cock in all the right places, your widespread legs exposing your clit just enough to his onslaught to perch you on the precipice of a glorious meltdown. You start to arch your back and moan loudly, hands clenching and unclenching on his.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, babeh,” he orders.

Holy fuck, his full Elvis southern drawl triggers you to totally come undone, shaking, screaming.

"Yeah babeh, yeah, 'at's it," he is still coaxing you. He is relentless. He keeps pummeling into you, "keep going yeah babeh."

You are riding the waves over and over again as he chases his own orgasm. It goes on. You aren’t sure you can take much more. Finally he thrusts deep into you, his body tense and shaking . A growl is rent from him as he releases deep in you. He collapses on top of you, a tangle of arms and legs covered in sweat and endorphins.

“Ho fu… tha wha in, incred gaw, than kyu,” you mumble, unable to form actual words. “mmmHmm, Wehcom,” He pants as he rolls slightly to the side and you both doze off with him still deep inside you.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic

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yomiurinikei · 1 year

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tsurugi for the ask meme?

god the cws for this damn boy. uhh neglect and also i can’t see kinjomae as healthy w/what happens in the game and that’s discussed so. yeas

- My identity hc for them

gay little beast. he and kouhei had Something going on btw. anyways i also hc him as trans, it’s not one of those things i feel could actually fit into canon. but idgaf!! to me he is trans because i’m trans and so is my boyfriend (do u know him?) and every cool person is trans. tsurugi isn’t cool but i think he deserves a win once so he can have one in the form of getting to be trans!!!

- Thoughts on their home life/family

ogh. im using this bullet point as a chance to talk about stuff i’m not otherwise able to/which i don’t think i’ve shared? but like. agh…. how can anyone put into words literally anything about this little worms life. my hc for his mom is currently that she walked out when tsurugi was fairly young and isn’t interested in. any of it, so it’s just him and juu? so i think tsurugi started being left home alone Very Early, and going with his dad to work was like.. a nice treat away from being by himself for the majority of the day. which probably helped contribute to tsurugis entire identity and existence and everything revolving around his work as a police officer. aaaaaaa.

- How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

i don’t like what linuj did to him in sdra2 because amidst all the other controversies that arose with that game it really just felt lazy and like icky stereotypes. there was better ways to handle a tsurugi who had gotten worse/wasn’t doing well/etc past what happened in sdra2. i don’t like it and it doesn’t feel accurate to what should have happened if we were going to go the route of “tsurugi didn’t magically decide to go to therapy and heal”. i completely understand that people and especially fictional characters can get worse and have negative character development. but it’s the way in which tsurugi acted that felt lazy and ooc to me.

so anyways to retreat into the dark recesses of my brain. he’s so scrunkle… wet dish rag i am wringing all the water out of. i like him in dra i like the narrative role he plays i honestly think he’s v fun. i’ve waxed poetic before (not publicly i think? not about the thing i’m thinking of rn) about the tragedy of what happens to him and how u can read things as all being set up to screw boy over. but it’s just very interesting. i want to squeeze him so bad.

- The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

he and kouhei had frequent sleepovers at kouheis place. i don’t CARE if it doesn’t fit with tsurugis childhood i think kouheis parents were nice to him and cared about him. overall i just think all my thoughts on kouhei and tsurugi should be made canon. i should write a fic…

- My number one favorite ship for them

mmmm… right now it’s tsuhiko but all of the chatting about kouhei makes me wanna say tsuruhei. tbh i’m very versatile in who i ship tsurugi with i think he fits well with a lot of people (in non despair) and so long as there’s someone by his side i don’t really care who it is or if he holds hands with them or not.

- …Now everyone else i ship with them

mmm. kinji obviously, i still like teruya w/tsurugi in some aus, yamato but i’ll be honest i’m kinda weird about them. i think they’re separated. not divorced but separated. but also they’ve never dated they’re just besties. but also they have the most tender interactions. not to use this line but i think they should just have a weird very queer coded friendship where they both Know what the underlying vibe is and both choose to not broach the subject of how charged things are.

- The thing i will NEVER ship

tsurugi undeniably had feelings for yuki and while u can argue about how authentic yukis feelings were (ie were they just there to incentivize him to get closer so as to further damage tsurugi) it was definitely mutual. just again. how Real things were for yuki depends on how separate u view him from utsuro. uhhhhhhm. but just because feelings were there doesn’t mean it’d be good or healthy for them to date !.

- a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

on my hands and knees fucking begging u all for more kouhei. if i make a p2 of my kouhei hcs will that be enough propaganda. what do u all want from me. uhhh also if there’s one thing i miss from old sdra fandom days it’s tsurugi + kizuna worsties content.

- thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

ah… i definitely prefer his dra color palette over his sdra2 one but that could be because something about his look in sdra2 just feels very off to me. that in mind i fucking hate his pants why are they that shade of blue linuj get off ur knees for that shade of blue. it’s too fucking bright it stands out so much. anyways i understand the uniform but i’d like to see him in like… maybe smthn professional/more formal, but not? the dress shirt and tie.

- A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

oh god oh fuck if i don’t find a good song this is going to be. so miserable for me and i will get cyber bullied again. uhhh. wires - the neighborhood bc lol make sure u tell him the right wire to cut tsurugi! don’t fuck it up lol! haha it can’t be that hard surely this is the same as all the other bomb diffusals right? right tsurugi? im the ceo of intentionally misinterpreting songs to fit my vision. mkay that’ll work. damn i need to listen to more music before i go do more ask memes

#tsurugi kinjo #yomis ask meme

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tangledinink · 1 year

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#1, #13, #18, #29 for the ask game? any assortment of these you want to answer

also just found out i've had my fucking asks off the entire time 💀 no wonder nobody was playing </3

1. Share a song that makes you think of [TMWN]

I thinkkkk the first song I usually think of is "My Name Is.." by Once Monsters. That's just this is the song that Mikey was listening to when he set his notebook on fire, lmao. But I also think it kind of suits them!

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

EHHHH. I literally? Did not have any real outline at all until semi-recently. I just... wrote as I went. I'd write a scene and then I'd just write whatever scene I thought should come next. I kind of started outlining a little more around Chapter 19? But my outlines still kinda just tend to be a few sloppy notes per idea/scene/chapter lmao.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

MMMM some of my FAV favs I sadly can't share 'cause, like, spoilers. But I really enjoyed:

"Listen to me carefully, Hinata," Yoshi said, his eyes narrowed into slits. "The Hamato Clan will have no part in my sons' lives. They will not train them. They will not speak to them. They will not attempt to make any form of contact with them. And if any of you do, then you will be hearing from my lawyers. None of you will touch a single hair on their heads."

He leaned in a bit closer.

"And if anyone attempts to, then I will break all of the fingers on their hands, and worry about the lawyers later. Do you understand?"

And

Everyone kept coming up to them to talk to them, to say that they were so sorry to hear about their dad and if there was anything they can do and they hope things work out soon and blah blah blah, all these stupid, pointless, unpleasant emotions that they just kept dumping over his head until he was soaked and shivering and freezing cold, drenched down to his bones.

Also

“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure we would have noticed by now if we were reptiles,” Donnie scoffed, one hand on his hip. “Let alone subjects of some kind of biochemical experiments. Which I am intimately familiar with, by the way. Do you have any idea how many community gardens I’ve been banned from?”

theres three instead of just one coz im conceited ig lmao

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I answered this one already and I don't keep things I cut so I don't have anything else fun to share ; w ; I don't have a lot of other ideas in my head right now, either, unless I ever decided to write something for one of my other AU's? But I don't know if there's any demand for that lmao.

also RIP BESTIE??? im glad theyre on now lmao

#asks #ask games #liketheletter-l

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antvnger · 11 months

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Scott and Ant-Mun wiped whip cream off their faces. “Mmmm frothy,” Scott chuckled as he licked his lips.

Ant-Mun raised an eyebrow at Iron Mun and giggled. “Boy, you sure do know how to hit me with it, friend. Hopefully, Tony won’t be missing the repulsor while you’ve got it. Alright,” she popped her knuckles, “you ready for this? Ask and you shall receive.”

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My opinion on character in general, how they play them, the mun:

Okay! Tony. Oh my sweet Tony. He’s been a favorite of mine since the MCU’s debut. I’ve been wanting to give Tony a hug since 2008 (thank you tumblr for letting me do that 😭). He’s the heart of the MCU, the most human superhero I’ve ever encountered. Inspirational, tragic, and iconic. I love him to death. I hated Civil War for what it did to my faves. When I watched Endgame, I bawled my eyes out for days; I literally grieved him. And thanks to you, my friend, we’ve got him back because your portrayal is unparalleled. I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again: RDJ would be so proud of your portrayal! I said what I said! Sometimes I forget whose blog I’m looking at; I think it’s Tony’s. And you! You my friend, are wonderful. I am so thankful for you. I too am completely flabbergasted by how our friendship started and developed. It’s amazing how things work out like that when you let yourself be led, right? I could write a book over you and us. I periodically look at the birthday gift I made you and smile. You’re just the absolute best. To be so privileged to be friends with you and watch you grow this past year and for us to sharpen each other like iron (heh). My only regret is it wasn’t meant to be for us to find each other sooner, but I’m glad we are friends now.

Do I RP with them, want to RP with them:

Heck yeah and heck yeah! Forever and ever and ever and always

What is my overall opinion:

WE LOVE YOU AND TONY SO DAMN MUCH!! ❤️💛❤️🐜

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

@stxrked

#for the ant mun #stxrked #stxrksarc #mun bros #mun bros for life #tony stark #iron mun

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alias-copper · 1 year

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✨💫🌈🎀🍭💌?

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

mmmm I’ll say. dying to see you (but it shouldn’t be like this)

Bobby/Johnny is a wasteland & I knew that going in but it’s the longest thing I currently have posted (6000 words) by a lot, it’s a sister fic to one with the other main character’s perspective by Jimmy my good friend @im-the-hokagay :), and I personally think it was very good!!! we are so brave being out here not just writing content for a rarepair but writing angst-centric content.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

when someone picks up on small less-than-direct references… it’s nice to include a little hand wave to a canon friendship or plot line or personal headcanon & have that sort of thing recognized

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

mhm. well the big one I have going now is now a lot more work because I bumped the start of the timeline up 3 years and added a massive amount of other character interactions that’ll mean some rewrites to what I have already along with giving me a reading list to get a lock on including all that accurately.

the other answer is anything I’ve posted with angst has definitely been written through my own tears bc I cry easily & that definitely slows me down

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

uhmmmm i think I write angst well, with a pretty good hold on bittersweet endings :) idk it’s fun exploring tragedy and I think I do it well!

🍭why did you start writing?

there are Ideas and Concepts in my mind about my favorite characters and this is the best way to get them out.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I’ve got a Spider-Man noir fic in the works, titled after a Cabaret song, currently sitting at 13000 words with not a single finished chapter. at the moment it spans 1933-1946. it’s kind of a longform character study, I’m forcing myself to figure out how to write action scenes, and most importantly: he is Such a whore (affectionate). there’s a whole list of everyone he hooks up with over the course and I’m working out the timeline on that. Felicia broke his heart and he’s gonna hook up with a lot of blonde men about it. there is an ultimate endgame ship (not revealing it :3) and also a lot of other plot bits that are meant as an exploration of the world as well. I get to insert a lot of characters that haven’t been mentioned in the noir-verse and play around with that.

it wasn’t originally this extensive (just centered around the relationship) but I wanted to broaden the scope of the work because I love this guy & apparently love tormenting myself with work. also I graduated last semester so like why not give myself a novel of a fic to work on? I have a lot of takes on Spider-Man noir best expressed in fic format.

ty river :)

#answered asks #copper posts

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neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo · 2 years

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You, Me & Us

I’m clearly very ~horny. This is part one of a series I was writing. If I don’t have sex with this man, I might die.

I didn’t proofread so I’m sorry if it’s bad!!!!

It was 1:04AM. You’re sitting in bed watching television wondering why you couldn’t get to sleep.

“Ugh” you groan as you try to look for the remote.

Suddenly, your phone rings. You look at your nightstand and it says “Austin”.

It wasn’t odd that he would be calling you at this hour, I mean, he is your fuck buddy. You met Austin about 5 months ago at a bar. The first night you met you fucked and from that moment on you became friends with benefits. You never really hung out outside of sleeping together.

“Hellloooo” you say.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” he asks. It’s quite loud where he is so you could barely hear him.

“Nothing. Are you out?” you ask.

“Mmhmm. I’m about to head out of here. I’ve been thinking about you all night” he says.

You look down and smile playing with the shaggy blanket you had on.

“Oh yeah? Well get your ass over here. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Come right in” you say.

“Got it. See you soon” he says and hangs up the phone.

You put your phone down on the nightstand and throw your blanket to the side. You shuffle over to your makeup table and touch yourself up a bit. You weren’t trying to look too tired or worn out.

Usually, every weekend this would happen. You’d get the call or he’d get the call, you’d go over to one another’s places, fuck, and then call it a night. Tonight, you decided to make things more fun and interesting.

You rummaged through your drawers and found some sexy black lingerie to slip into. You wanted to feel sexy for him.

Once you finished changing, you crawled back into bed and flipped through the channels.

After about 20 minutes, you hear your front door open and then close.

“I’m here” Austin yells as he enters your condo.

He walks right into your bedroom and leans against the door frame.

“Mmmm hi” you reply. You climb out from under the blanket and prop yourself up on your knees. You rested your hands on your thighs and smiled at him.

“Fuck” he says as he looks at you from the top down.

He walks over to the bed and he’s towering over you.

“Now this is a pleasant surprise” he says as his fingers wrap around your black lacey bra strap, admiring the way it sits on your chest.

You smile, “You like this?”

He nods. “Turn around for me”

You climb on all fours and turn around so he could see what he wanted. You turn your head towards him and smile.

“Jesus” he mutters as his hands grips your ass. He smacks it and you let out a loud yelp.

“I could cum just looking at you” he says and squeezes your ass cheek.

You giggle and turn around so you’re facing him again. You prop yourself back on your knees.

“Mmmm I want to make you cum, Austin” you say. You’re about to grab his belt when he takes his hand and grabs your face.

“You want to make me cum huh?”

He’s holding your face looking down at your with his piercing blue eyes. He was inches away from your face.

You try to nod.

“How are you going to make me cum?” he asks waiting for an answer.

Your hands rest on his belt and you start to undo it.

“Well first I’m going to put your cock in my mouth” you say as you drop his belt to the floor.

Austin smiles. He moves your head so you’re looking right up at him, his hand still gripping your chin.

He takes his tongue and licks from the bottom of your chin up to the tip of your nose.

“Show me how you’re going to make me cum baby” he whispers and lets go of your chin.

You unzipper his jeans and pull them down. You reach into his underwear and already feel his dick is hard.

“Mmmmm” you moan. He smiles and steps out of his jeans.

“Lay down so I can make you feel good” you say. He lays down on the bed and you strip him of his underwear.

You bring your tongue to the base of his cock and lick all the way up to the tip. You watch as his eyes roll back. You place his dick in your mouth, moving your head back and forth.

“Oh my god” he says, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Fuck”

You continue, going deeper and deeper until you can basically feel him touch the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking good at that” he groans. You lick the tip and smile at him. He was so fucking sexy. You’d do anything for this man.

He sits up and flips you over so you’re laying on the bed. He’s hovering above you and takes off his shirt.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you all night” he says. He inches down to the waistband of your panties. He kisses your hip lightly, then your abdomen then the top of your pubic area.

He glides his tongue across your skin so his mouth is on the waistband. He bites down and slowly pulls your panties down with his teeth.

“Oh fuck” you say as you watch him. You bend your legs so it’s easier for him to take them off. He slips them off and looks at your with your panties still in his mouth.

He tosses his head to the side and they land on the bed. He looks back and spreads your legs.

“So sexy” he says and glides his fingers down your opening. You bite your lip. You already feel like you’re going to come.

His tongue hits your folds and you groan. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I could do this for the rest of my life” he says as he rubs your clit and continues to lick you.

“I- I fucking love it. You’re going to make me cum” you says breathless.

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. I want you ontop of me”. he says.

He stays down there a little while longer until you both switch positions. He’s laying on the bed and you’re straddling him.

“I wanna ride you” you groan and insert his penis. It was so big. “Fuck”

He smiles and brings his finger to his lip. That same gesture he always does that drives you crazy.

"I really like this view” he says as his eyes scan your body.

You giggle. You lean in to kiss him and he thrusts up, causing you to groan loudly.

“Oh yeah, fuck me” you say. He continues to hold you firmly as he fucks you harder.

“Fuck. You’re so tight” he breathes. “Get on all fours”

You climb off of him and do what your told. He slowly slips his cock into you and your face is smushed into the pillow.

“Fuck me harder” you say. You position yourself so you’re on all fours again. Austin wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up so the back of your head is resting against his shoulder.

“You like that?” he asks.

You try to nod but could not handle the fast paced thrust of his cock inside of you.

“I’m gonna...” you trail off, unable to even finish your sentence.

“Fuck baby get on your knees for me. Open your mouth” he says.

He pulls out of you and you scramble to your knees. You leave your mouth wide open and watch as he jerks himself off onto your tongue.

“Fuck...jesus christ...ughhhhh” he wails.

Soon, you both come down from your highs and you roll over to the otherside of the bed.

“That was fucking amazing” he said panting.

You nod and giggle. “It always is”

Austin sits up and looks around the floor. He spots his underwear and slips them on.

“Say, what are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks as he gathers the remainder of his clothes and puts them on.

You shrug.

“I suppose nothing. Why?”

He jumps into his jeans and starts to fasten his belt.

“I’ve got this event…premiere…type of thing going on. I was wondering if you’d like to come with” he asks and sits down on the bed to put on his shoes.

You were taken aback. In all the months you’ve known him, he’s never asked you to attend anything with him.

“Sure…that sounds like a lot of fun” you say.

“Cool, cool” he says as he finishes tying his boot and stands up.

“I can come get you around 8pm? That alright?” he asks.

You nod.

He starts to walk towards the door then turns around.

“I had a lot of fun tonight” he says.

You smile, “Me too”

He looks down at the floor shyly. “Wear something real sexy tomorrow. Classy. I like red” he winks.

You bite your lip. “I’ll see what I have”

He laughs, “Goodnight, [Y/N]”

“Goodnight Austin” you say and he walks out the door. You hear the front door shut.

Now you were more confused than ever. Tomorrow HAD to be a date right? He has never asked you out before. This is crazy. What changed his mind? Does he want to be with you? All of these questions started to flood your mind.

You slipped into an oversized tshirt and slid your panties back on. You had no idea what tomorrow was going to entail but you knew you were so excited for it.

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TW: BDSM ; Chains ; Flogging ; Overstimulation ; Blindfolds ; Shackles ; Collars / Leashes ; Muzzles ; Bondage / Restraints ; Riding ; Face Sitting ; Marking ; Vibratiors ; Breath Play

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble.

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones.

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance.

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her.

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame.

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features.

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh.

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust.

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal.

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could.

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?”

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin.

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.”

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was.

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed”

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices.

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities.

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure.

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock.

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face.

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock.

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek.

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.”

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans.

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass.

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips.

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.”

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen.

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room.

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost.

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain.

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her.

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain.

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again.

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up.

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again.

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive.

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.”

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again.

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days.

#Genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #Dragon zhongli x reader #dragon zhongli x Demi god reader #I really wanted to make the reader somewhat similar to him in terms of mortality soooo #genshin impact reader insert #genshin reader insert

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