#why you really won’t catch me on either side

[kelsunnie]

What Isn't Said (Deltarune Kris X Reader)

HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE I'M VERY SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUTBUT FINALLY ITS HERE AND DONT WORRY CHAPTER 4 IS IN THE WORKS IM LITERALLY WRITING IT RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK FOR NOW ENJOY THIS ONE LOVE U ALL

Chapter 3: A CYBER'S WORLD?

Kris and Susie instinctively pull out their weapons, with Kris’ being a sharp sword and Susie’s, as you’ve seen before, is an axe. You thought that their weapons fit their personalities, but it made you wonder about the grappling hook. You didn’t even know when and how to use it properly, and you’d hate to use it to hurt anyone.

“Wait! Why are we fighting them? Shouldn’t we, like, maybe… help them?” You tried to reason with the two.

“Well, yeah, dingus. We’re gonna do that,” Susie shot back, gripping her axe, “We just have to figure out how first.” 

You swallowed hard, glancing between the sparking creature and your friends. “Okay… okay. Think,” you stared at the scenario around you, trying to piece together something that could help ease both sides. 

And then—

“… Susie, throw me.” Kris’ voice cut through the tension, low and flat. Their eyes didn’t meet you or Susie, but their voice sounded determined and rushed, like they were trying to finish things up quickly, which you don’t really blame them for. 

“WHAT?!”

Susie hesitated for half a second, then let out a low chuckle. “Man, you’re weird. But hey—whatever gets it done.”

“No, wait! What??? Obviously, don’t! They’re gonna get hurt!”

“Okay, suuure, but do you have any ideas? Maybe throwing Kris at the enemy will help,” 

“Well…” 

“… The wire. Throw me near the wires.” 

“No no no wait. Wait a second. Okay,” you gestured for them to wait, hand on your head, “Okay, I get what you’re trying to do now.” You ran a hand through your hair, trying to calm the panic in your chest.

For the briefest second, you thought you saw it — the faintest curl at the corner of Kris’s mouth. A smile. But it was gone too fast to be sure.

“I have an idea.”

You raised the grappling hook, gripping it tighter, “Let me try something. I can maybe hook the wires—pull them loose, cut the power. We won’t have to hurt Kris at all.”

Susie stared at you, then gave you a smirk, shrugging, “Huh. Alright, nerd. Let’s see what you got.”

You took a deep breath, and with all your strength, swung the grappling hook towards the Werewires in a curved manner. 

“Please, don’t hit them…!” you whispered to yourself, anxiety creeping up on your back, scared of your hook hitting the Werewires. The hook sails in the air as it gets smaller in your point of view, until you can see it reach near the Werewires, quickly pulling it slightly to help make the rope wrap around the wires. The grappling hook obeyed, catching hold, but only snaring one of the cords. Once the rope of the hook clung hard enough, you yanked it. The wire trembled, then snapped loose from the Werewires’ body, falling harmlessly to the ground.

“Damn, I only got one,” you cursed through your breath, frustration bubbling in your chest, “Think you guys can handle the other one?”

“On it!” Susie smirked, glancing at Kris for a plan.

Kris stepped up behind her, cool and focused, resting their arms on either side of them as if bracing for takeoff.

“Alright, then, you weirdo,” Susie grabs Kris by the waist, holding their blue-skinned friend from above while waiting for Kris’ signal.

“Go,” Kris steadily commanded Susie.

“Kris!” You cried, panic rising in your voice.

With barely a heartbeat to spare, Kris drew their blade mid air, slashing cleanly at the wire. Sparks flew as the wire snapped loose, unraveling from the Werewire’s body before dropping to the ground with a thud.

“Are you both crazy?!” You barked, breathless from the sight.

Neither of them answered at first—Kris adjusting their stance calmly and Susei brushing off her hands like it was nothing.

“Throwing Kris aside,” Susie came up to you, face looking smug, “We make a pretty good team.”

“… I can’t deny that,” you exhaled, shoulders still tense, “But that was reckless. What if Kris got hurt?” 

Susie shrugged, “Well, they’re not, aren’t they?”

“I’m not.” Kris answered, their voice steady.

“… That’s good to hear,” you muttered, relief finally washing over your body.

“Well, it was nice fighting after so long!” Susie faced Kris, eyes glinting with excitement, “Now let’s go catch up to Queen!”

Suddenly, a couple wires dropped from above, hitting the previous pink creatures, transforming them into the Werewires you recently fought.

“… Or not!” All of you quickly readied yourselves, 

Until the two Werewires dropped on the ground, as if they fell asleep, the power cords no longer attached and fell on the empty space.

“Huh? They calmed down?”

“I just used my PACIFY spell to put them into “Sleep Mode”!” came a cheerful voice from behind.

“Ralsei! You’re here!”

Ralsei? you thought to yourself. You turned to the unfamiliar but kind sounding voice and your eyes widened. The Ralsei they spoke of looked a lot like Asriel, except way shorter and softer, wrapped in green with a pink scarf. Your heart twisted a little. It shouldn’t have surprised you. After all, this world had already broken every rule of logic the moment you woke up alone in a strange outfit with a grappling hook in your hand. But still, seeing that face—the one you used to look up to like a big brother—made your chest ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

You’re not him, you wanted to say. But you remind me of everything I’ve lost.

You quickly tried to compose yourself, shaking your head in an attempt to get rid of your thoughts about the new arrival’s physical appearance. 

“I felt a dark presence and hurried over!” Ralsei ran towards all of you, a cheerful smile plastered on his face, “I’m so glad you’re all okay.” 

His gaze shifted to you, soft and warm and he spoke your name, “I’ve been hoping to meet you.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait… how do you know my name?”

Ralsei beamed, the adorable goat looking extremely adorable in your eyes, “You’re the star that will mend the bonds!”

“Whaaaaaat?” You blurted out in disbelief, voice raising up to an octave, “This isn’t some game or something, right? I’m probably dreaming all of this, yeah. And what does that even mean?”

“Well, I can help you understand by telling you our history and prophecy!”

“Okay, I think that’ll—”

“BORING!” Susie suddenly groaned, cutting you off, “No more of your fairytale speeches, Fluffyboy. We’ve heard it all before.”

Ralsei flinched, his ears twitching, “But.. But they haven’t…”

“And if we stand around yappin’, Noelle’s gonna end up having her face be turned into a robot or whatever Queen’s got planned,” Susie added, crossing her arms with a loud huff.

You blinked between the two of them, still stunned, “Wait. What prophecy? What ‘star’ thing? What does this have to do with me?”

Ralsei looked apologetically toward you, his hands nervously wringing together, “I… I’ll explain everything soon. I promise.”

“So this isn’t some kind of dream?”

“We’ll talk about it after we save Noelle,” Susie turned around, walking ahead of you, “C’mon, she’s waiting. If we don't do something, she might be..."

You stood there for a second, reeling, glancing at Ralsei, whose worried but hopeful eyes stayed on you before forcing your feet to move. His eyes were gentle, but seemed to be clouded with something unspoken. Whatever he meant earlier still echoed in your head like a riddle half-whispered. The questions in your mind piled higher than ever, but for now, you had no choice but to follow and listen to their conversations. 

One of them will slip eventually. What is this place anyway? You thought with a quiet huff, scanning your surroundings.

“You’re pretty worried for someone you barely talk to,” you eyed your purple classmate, “No offense, but you’re kind of mean to everyone.”

“Well–!” Susie faltered, quickly crossing her arms and looking away, “No! I mean… she’s… nice… I guess. That’s all!”

Then, more defensively, she added, “Aren’t you supposed to be her friend? You’re just messing around in OUR Dark World!”

You blinked, stunned for a second. That stung more than you expected.

“... I didn’t ask to be dragged into this,” you muttered, your voice quieter but sharp, “but I’m not about to stand by and do nothing if Noelle’s in danger.” 

The group fell silent for a beat. You glanced at Kris, hoping for something—anything—but their face was unreadable, eyes distant like they were watching the scene from a step outside themselves. You felt a pang in your heart, thoughts rushing in your head like a dam that broke open—does Kris care about Noelle? Do they care about you? Do they care about your friendship? Their expression unsettled you more than you admitted.

You turned your gaze back to Susie, softening just a little, “I just want her safe, too. That’s all.”

Ralsei quickly stepped in, “Worry not, everyone! All we have to do is seal the Fountain!”

“… Yeah. Yeah! Can’t be mad about another adventure, right?!”

Dark World... Fountain... You echoed in your mind. Right. I’ll remember that. 

“C’mon, Kris!” Susie called out, already cracking her knuckles with anticipation. 

Then suddenly, they all turned at once, striking familiar poses—Ralsei smiling with his arms raised playfully, Susie’s hand on her hip while the other is curled into a loose fist near her chin, a smirk plastered on her face, and Kris… 

You stared for a beat too long. Kris had their arms crossed, their back facing you—silent, unmoving, like they were trying really hard to be mysterious.

“... Are you guys always this theatrical?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

No one answered. You blinked, the three of them still holding their respective poses.

“... Seriously?”

Ralsei giggled softly, “It’s tradition!”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, sigh, or start walking away. Instead, you just muttered, “Okay… Sure. Pose break. Got it,” and reluctantly struck your own awkward stance, hoping no one was watching.

Susie smirked, “Not bad, nerd.”

Kris didn’t comment on your pose, but you thought—just maybe—you caught the tiniest twitch of a smile. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, swearing to yourself over and over that you were never going to do that again.

“… Let’s go,” Kris said quietly, their voice echoing just enough to pull you all forward again.

Your group pressed on, footsteps rhythmically echoing around the unfamiliar space. Questions still lingered in your mind—about what Ralsei knew about you and the prophecy he was supposed to tell you. Susie seemed to know something about the prophecy, did Kris know about it, too? Did they know anything about you and your involvement? You glanced at the trio walking just ahead. Ralsei was humming a soft tune, his cape swaying with each bounce in his step. Susie was grumbling about “another detour” and “just wanting to hit something already.” And Kris—Kris remained unreadable, walking just slightly behind the others, silent as ever. Why didn’t they say anything back there? Why was it that you, of all people, were "the star that will mend the bonds"?

You sighed, scratching your head in frustration. There were too many questions, but too few answers. 

I guess I’ll wait for Ralsei’s explanation later.

The four of you head to a cliff with yellow arrows—something you were familiar with in this world. Without thinking, you moved first, stepping ahead to scout it, until a sudden tug at your shirt pulled you back. You turned in surprise.

Kris stood behind you, hand still gripping your clothes, “Long way down.”

You turned back to the cliff and almost immediately fear washed your entire body. One step closer and you would’ve been down there, laying flat. 

“… Thanks,” you whispered to your childhood friend, your pulse still hasn’t slowed.

“I’m going ahead, nerds,” Susie called, already sliding down the slope with a confident huff, “try not to fall off the cliff or whatever!”

Ralsei hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two of you, “I’ll make sure Susie doesn’t accidentally break anything… or anyone.” He offered a small, warm smile before following after her.

Their voices and footsteps faded. You and Kris were left in silence, a long pause. And then—

“... Hand,” Kris spoke up, their voice quiet but firm.

You blinked. They had extended their hand to you—calm, yet a little hesitant. Not demanding, but… waiting. You look up, meeting their crimson eyes. Something about the gesture made your chest ache a little. Their gaze felt familiar, unlike the ones observed from them just moments ago. You weren’t sure if it was the same person you’d been watching just minutes ago—the one who felt distant, cold, almost mechanical. Kris didn’t say anything else but continued on staring at your eyes, gaze unreadable but grounded. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached for their hand. Their grip was steady and surprisingly warm, making your heart beat a little faster than you’d like to admit. 

Hand in hand together, you both took the first step down. Sliding on a dangerously long slope while holding hands with your childhood friend in an unfamiliar place with robots and moving wires was certainly not your kind of supposed study session. Still, the warmth radiating on Kris’ hand and the comfort you’ve longed for all this time made the chaos feel… bearable. You tried not to think too hard about how tightly you were holding on—or how tightly they held back.

As you and Kris slid further down the slope, a blur of grey, gold, and booming bass erupted from above, matching you and Kris’ pace while sliding down.  A short, square-headed figure zipped into view, its body shaped like a living speaker, with wobbly wires as limbs and their speaker-looking head bobbing rhythmically. An 8-bit music groovy enough for you to bob your head mid-air was playing from its head… speaker. 

“Wait, Kris, who’s tha—” Before you could finish your sentence, something hit Kris. Not physically—but rhythmically. A glowing beat-shaped projectile slammed into their chest, knocking their balance off. Their grip on your hand tightened as they stumbled, pulling you slightly forward. You gasped, nearly toppling over yourself as you both continue falling. 

“You okay?” you yelled over the wind, hoping Kris could hear you, “Whoever that is, they better not be the one doing that!”

“... Yeah,” Kris gritted out, hand still gripping yours tight. Then softer, almost out of breath—“You’ll be okay.”

“Wha—?” You whipped your head toward them, heart racing, “What do you mean me? You’re the one who just got hit!”

But Kris didn’t answer. Their eyes were locked ahead—focused, sharp. Another rhythm-laced projectile lit up the air, pulsing toward you both. 

“… Duck!” they barked, and instinctively, you dropped low just as the beat whizzed past your head. Your body slid faster from the shift in weight, and Kris tugged you closer, using the momentum to steady you both. The air roared past your ears as you kept sliding, dodging glowing notes and gripping Kris’ hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then finally, after a gruelling session of dodging and intense hand holding out of pure survival, your feet hit solid ground. You staggered forward, nearly collapsing, but Kris held on, pulling you upright. 

You gasped for breath, hair windswept, adrenaline still spiking in your veins. “Okay… that was not in the library’s afterschool plans.”

Ahead, the square-headed figure skidded into a pose, striking a confident pose as it flies, or hovers away. 

You looked at Kris, still catching your breath, “Okay. What is happening right now?”

Kris, still unusually calm, gave you a look that said: Welcome to the Dark World.

“Took you nerds long enough,” Susie shouted from the end of the slope, a toothy grin spread across her face, “C’mon, let’s go!”

You were about to speak out about what just happened when your eyes landed on the scenery in front of you. The sky was painted dark blue with a green web enclosing the whole space. Countless tall buildings emerged from below, a few of its lights shining bright enough for you to squint your eyes even if they were miles away. Everywhere you looked, it was all neons, metals, and technology, making for what you surmised was some kind of cybernetic city. A huge sign hovers near the pathway, the words ‘CYBER WORLD’ glowing in neon green. 

You took a step forward, feeling the cool metal beneath your footwear reverberate softly. “… This is where we are now?” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone.

“Welp. Cool, I guess?”

[tonycries]

FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 — for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3

Men In Uniform Do It Best!

Dirty Lil' Secrets

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Give Me Tough Love

Never Ever Seen This Before!

We Don't Have No Babies!

Like A Fever

Bad Things (To You)

Prettier When Messy!

Care For You!

Green-eyed Monster

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Kiss Me More!

Girl, I Do This Often

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Sl*t Me Out!

Match My Freak!

WAP!

R U Mine?

Hot To Go!

Girl, You Earned It!

I'm A BIG Stepper!

BODY-ODY!

SOOO ANXIOUS

Long Overdue!

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

The Family Matter?!

I-T G-I-R-L!

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

BRAT!

She's My Vitals!

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you. 

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.

Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…

Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.

You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.

Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Exes who...

Love Is Blind

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

"Pull On It. Harder."

Little Heaven

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[fushiguho]

warnings! annoying ex boyfriend! gojo, switchy, thigh riding, denial

satoru shouldn’t be here, really.

he should be at home with his new little girlfriend—the one he swears sucks his cock better, fucks him sweeter. but somehow, he ended up right back here, frustrated and wet beneath you, squirming as you slowly work your fist up his aching length. your thumb moves to slide across the creaming head of his cock, and his breath catches in his throat.

“you kinda suck.” you deride, a twisted sense of amusement seeping from your soft, condescending tone. satoru lifts his head, woozily following yours as it dips to the side. your gaze flickers up, catching those familiar eyes, something a little too close to love glaring back at you.

still, you bite. “does your girlfriend know that you’re here?”

“she’s not my girlfriend.” he answers quickly.

“does she know that?”

“does it matter?” he’s impatient, whining through his gritted teeth as his hips buck in pursuit of friction. “you’re bein’ mean, sweets.”

“don’t.”

it’s a warning as you tighten your fist, squeezing the tip of his cock admonishingly. pearlescent bubbles of precum gush from his slick, rounded head. arousal spills down your hand as you begin to languidly stroke him to the base, fingers curling down to caress the fat of his balls just how you used to.

“you don’t get to call me that.” you finally mumble.

“really?” he whispers, delightfully amused. “you don’t like that anymore?” he’s angling his hips toward your fist to shamelessly chase your touch. his long, slender frame slumps further against your headboard, a sleazy little grin curling his lips. “fffuck, not even when you’re jerking my cock like that, huh?”

your body remembers him, he knows it does. the way you handle his cock is instinctive, familiar, like muscle memory. the way he rocks his hips into your fist—how he curls into your touch as you ruin him for anyone else, it’s all so natural. this is how it used to be: just the two of you, up late, desperate for each other, pushing to see who would break and cum first.

a moan swells in your chest at the memory, the throb between your legs an incessant drum. you want so badly to press your cunt against the soft meat of his thigh that you straddle. to rock your hips and relieve the gnawing ache that’s now creeping up your shuddering spine, forcing that restrained moan past your lips.

you breathe unsteadily. “why are you here, satoru?”

“for the same reason you let me in.”

he’s closer now, close enough to kiss you. those pretty lips a hair’s breadth away as he attempts to decipher your torn expression. he can see your reservations, the subtle glint of indignation that darkens your irises, the furrow of your brow. but the way you’re arching into him—subconsciously leaning against his chest as you take care of that cock the only way you know how—he knows you missed him.

there’s a sort of desperation in the way he reaches out for you. his big, hungry hands extending to steal handfuls of the soft skin he’s missed so dearly. slipping them underneath your shirt to take your breasts into his palms, long fingers gliding over your hardening nipples.

he expels the breath he’s been withholding. “how i’ve missed you, pretty.”

with both hands, he’s pushing the fat of your tits together, drawing you closer. lips trailing over your chest, warm, sloppy kisses left in his wake. the heat of his breath seeps through your shirt as he inhales your very being. “how i’ve missed my girls.” he whispers.

“you’re handsy.” you breathe, picking his hands off of your body.

you almost lose yourself gathering enough resolve to shove him away, narrowing your eyes at him like that of a troubled dog. teasingly, you remove your hand, observing the way his cock stands on its own—stiff, heavy. rivulets of hot, syrupy arousal drip onto his abdomen, premature cum slipping between the ridges of muscle that heave with each ragged inhale.

“huh?” he pants, voice pitching in a whimper. “you won’t let me touch you either?” growing frustration furrows his snowy brows.

you shake your head slowly, eyeing him with a hunger that he finds oddly comforting, almost like he’s finally at home. he watches as you chew on your bottom lip, an electrifying heat coursing through your entire being. he’s missed you like this, and he knows you do too. he can see it in your hesitation, in your reluctance. in the way your body tells a different story.

but he knows it’s unlike you to give in so easily.

“please,” he all but whines. scattered wisps of ivory fall before his blinking eyes, something of a pout sagging his bottom lip. his hips rut toward you, searching for any semblance of friction. “why are you being like this?”

“how long has it been? two—three weeks?”

all he offers is an indifferent shrug, casting his gaze to avoid your dagger of a stare. you lean in closer, noses brushing as you tilt your head to better read his gaping expression.

“oh,” you frown. “she doesn’t touch you like this, does she?”

your concern is disingenuous, tone bitter, yet somehow, satoru only seems to grow harder, wetter. if it’s not the cut of your voice, it’s the fact that you know how much power you have over him. he shakes his head blankly, praying you’ll grant him mercy.

the soft hairs at the base of his neck stiffen, a gasp tearing from his open mouth as you slowly skim your finger along the curve of his twitching shaft.

“will you please just touch me, okay? please?” he expels a throttled breath, glossed eyes fluttering shut as he loses a little more composure, a little more sanity. “is that it, huh? is that what you want? me to beg you?”

you opt for silence as the soft pad of your index finger circles over his glistening cock head, collecting the accumulated arousal. your touch is fleeting, but something inside of him breaks—you can see it in the way his bare back lifts from the disheveled sheets, his big thighs spreading a bit wider, hips pushing.

his breath breaks like he could cry, “what? what do you want me to do, baby?”

“am i not touching you?” you act coy as you tilt your head. “greedy.”

you reach a bit lower, skimming along the vein that pumps thick and heavy near the underside of his cock. he’s hot to the touch, warm and wet against the pads of your fingers. satoru purses his lips, letting off a long breath of a whimper, nostrils flaring as his stomach caves in never ending arousal.

“god, it h-hurts,” he whines, swallowing thickly as his hips quiver. a glimmering sheen of sweat breaks across his forehead. briefly, he peers down to where you barely touch him, groaning before roving his eyes back up to yours. desperate, he presses his luck, “can you… can you spit on it?”

“i could,” you shrug noncommittally, reaching a determined hand toward his subconsciously parting lips. “but you’ve got a mouth of your own, don’t you?”

a loud, pitifully desperate groan is drawing his head back to rest against the wooden headboard, letting you invade his willing mouth. you’d almost laugh at the way he hungrily mouths your fingers, sucking so sloppily that saliva begins to cascade down your wrist if not for the way your wet, messy hole tightens at the sight.

god, how you’ve missed this—power. satoru always made you feel so powerful, and your entire body aches at the fond reminiscences of being in charge of a man with such stature. you’re hardly thinking as something irrepressible overcomes you. you settle yourself against his thigh, firmly pressing your cunt to his bulging quadricep, gasping when your clit catches against his skin.

“why don’t you use your mouth for something other than talking for once?” you hum, sinking your fingers a little deeper, pressing firmer against his salivating tongue. a pretty moan leaves your lips as you ghost a kiss, whispering, “spit on your cock yourself.”

it’s condescending in every sense, but the way his body viscerally reacts is like kindle to a rampant flame. your voice sweeps down his spine like a brook of cool water, flooding every fiber of his being as he heaves a breath and puckers his lips to drool onto the head of his cock. saliva runs down his fist as he begins to sloppily stroke himself, gaze fixated on the mesmeric whirl of your hips.

“yes,” he pants breathily, lips so close that you can feel the warmth of his bitten whimpers. he tenses the muscles in his thigh for you, squeezing tighter around the base of his cock before babbling on, “god, use me… use my body to g–get yourself off. ride my thigh until you cum ‘n i’ll leave, i swear.”

you laugh out a sweet, breathless moan, reading right through him. “no you won’t.”

“no,” satoru shakes his head while letting off a breath. “i won’t.” he smiles.

and there’s a part of you that really hopes he doesn’t. it’s the same part that has you eagerly fisting your panties aside. the part that’s humping a little bit harder against his body—that’s parting your lips in a pretty wail of rapture as you succumb to the pressure that pools inside of you—deep and devastating.

“yeeeaah—ah—use me however you want—oh my god,” he’s gasping, words tumbling from his mouth, an endless stream of consciousness as his mind blanks. “rub that pussy on my thigh however you—hah—however you fucking want, baby, please.”

he’s bouncing his leg in time with the depraved jerk of his cock, desperately flitting his gaze between the stretch of your lips around his flexed muscles, and the gape of your mouth as you give into all of that devastating pleasure you’ve been denying yourself.

“gaahh—you are so fucking pretty,” satoru gushes, completely drunk off familiar emotions. hearts flutter in his eyes as he rattles off. “i really, really missed my pretty girl.”

shut up, is what you want to say, but your jaw drops instead. words forgotten in a daze of what used to be, and suddenly everything feels so normal. it’s hot—his wolfish panting against your lips, wet tongue peeking out just a little to greedily taste your breaths until he’s so close that he’s kissing you properly, and you don’t move to push him away.

can’t.

you’re far beyond saving, like gone—using every morsel of your strength to fuck yourself against your favorite toy, arching into his body to feel more, fitting like the missing piece to a jigsaw. and he can feel how wet you’re getting, just making a fucking mess of him. dripping all over his thigh while he strokes himself stupid, inches from your cunt.

god, and those lips. still as sloppy as ever, wet mouth moving over yours in a way that renders you silly. you can hardly breathe, dizzied by his determined mouth, by his undying need to prove himself worthy of your mercy.

it’d take nothing for him to slip inside of you, to slyly pull your leg over his waist and stretch you out just how he used to. you’re so high that you probably wouldn’t notice if he stuffed you full just like this. possessing half the brain to even detect the hand that’s moving to haphazardly guide your frenzied hips, pulling you closer, grinding a little deeper, accidentally pressing the head of his cock to your stomach.

did you really think you could deny him the pleasure of touching you? you would’ve been better off tying his limbs to the bedposts because his hands are insistent. they’re greedy and blatantly needy, one splaying across your hip, the other rubbing his wet cock against your warm, perspiring skin.

his balls ache when you moan his name, poor cock throbbing so wickedly that a delirious moan of his own is forced past his gaping lips. pant after desperate pant falls from your mouths, your breaths synchronous, the grind of your bodies obscene. satoru thinks he might die when your hips begin to tremble, your whimpers unbroken, an omen of your impending orgasm.

“fuck, are you—god, are you gonna cum?” it’s breathless, his crackling voice warbling in his throat.

you nod dumbly, something caught between a delirious moan and a hiccup of pleasure spilling past your lips as you rock your hips sloppier, cunt tightening around nothing. his vacant hand squeezes your hip like he’ll lose you all over again if he lets go. talking in your ear so sweetly that you’re messily cumming all over his leg, body locking up as you arch your back, pressing up against the heat of his cock.

“holy fuck, that’s it—fuck it all out, pretty,” he groans between his panting, rutting up against you, cock dripping between your bodies. “god, i’m yours. use me and cum all over me whenever you want.”

slick smears of his arousal drench your skin, sticky beads of sweat mingling. his fist tightens around the base of his cock.

“can i… can i cum too, please?” he’s whining. “m’ so close—please can i cum for you?”

“yes, baby,” as you nod to him, his big hand cups the back of your head, pressing his forehead to yours and whining because it’s not him inside of you. 

“fuck—fuck, thank you,” satoru fists his cock once, twice—barely—and that’s all it takes. “t–thank you—hah,” body tensing, breaths trapped in his chest as his jaw falls, groaning out your name so prettily that it almost hurts to hear him say it. his hips stutter, thick, hot ropes of cum drenching the tight space between your heated bodies.

he drips from your chest to your stomach, your thighs, the outside of your pussy. beads of sweat stick your bodies together, and despite the heat, he doesn’t pull away. instead, he’s leaning in, pressing his forehead to your chest like a man praying—like cumming wasn’t enough. like this was just an offering, and there's still more to he's willing to give—lengths he’s willing to go.

“i miss you,” he breathes, gaze lidded and dazed. “that’s why i’m here.”

you don’t say.

[wyniepooh]

Loving him was never enough

you don’t have what logan needs, but he still takes all that he can.

Cage fighter!logan x reader. Mentions of violence. Porn with a little bit of plot. mdni; 18+

thinking about being logan’s plaything in his cage fighting days.

It’s not uncommon for the fighters to have a girl around their arms as they enter the ring, and though Logan usually resists against the fan girls who clamour around him in a frenzy, he figures a sweet thing like you could only do him some good.

Not only does it piss the other fighters off, (they hate to see the king of the cage also have a pretty girl like you beside him) turns out, you’re not half bad for company either.

You’re an anxious little thing, brows furrowed and eyes teary before every match. Logan doesn’t bother telling you that he’ll be fine, that he’s going to win guaranteed, that his punch is as hard as metal. Literally.

He hates to admit it, but he finds it endearing, the way you’re so worried for him. through his nonchalant front, he still wipes away your tears with his large hands before every match and reassures you, cooing, “I’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

When logan gets in the ring, the fight goes exactly as he expects it to go. The other guy is destroyed before logan even shows his true strength. In a spiteful and humiliating position, the fallen guy comments something like, “I’ll fuck your pretty girlfriend dumb.”

Logan hears, of course, and though the guy is already bleeding and sprawled over the mat on the ground in a pathetic display, and though logan definitely didn’t consider you his girlfriend, he throws the announcer to the side and pounces. Through gritted teeth and a bleeding forehead, he catches your eye, shaking his head lightly before knocking the other guy out.

You wait for him in the small public washroom afterwords, arms crossed and pouting. As Logan approaches the door and sees your stiff pacing around the room, he knows you’re mad. And he knows it won’t stay that way.

“‘was so worried, logan,” you practically run towards him, “why’d you have to go after him like that? he could’ve really hurt you.”

He scoffs and flashes you the fresh wad of cash. “Hurt me? Please.”

He stays still for as long as he can bear while you dab at the wound on his head with your sleeve, silently hoping you wouldn’t notice the red cut slowly healing by itself. When you try to touch his face, to run a finger down his cheek and his stubble, he grabs your wrist harshly to stop you.

You’re confused, confused as to why he allows you to trail along to his every fight and wipes your tears with such a gentle hand, but refuses to let you in. He doesn’t give you much time to think, though, because as soon as you part your lips to speak, he’s picking you up from under your arms and sitting you down on the cold sink counter.

there’s an aggressive desperation behind his kiss, probably produced by the adrenaline of the recent fight and triggered by the soft whine he heard from you when his teeth knocked against yours. His hand reaches down between your legs and drags your panties to the side, and before long, you’re biting his shoulder and mumbling, “‘gonna cum, logan, please, let me cum.”

He does, drawing out your short orgasm with a few more pumps of his fingers and a graze over your clit. When he’s done, you’re practically already numb, head limp on his shoulder as you hear the metal clinking of his belt.

“You want this?” He asks, holding your head up by your chin as he tilts his head and raises his brows. “You want me?”

You nod feverishly, half-lidded eyes flickering as you breathe, “yes, logan. need you.” Your head falls back against the mirror, and he looks down with a grin at the sight in front of him.

he hooks his arms around your knees to bring you closer before you take him to the hilt in one go, burying a mewl into his shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist. The first thrust burns, always does, but only he can make you forget the pain in an instant. Soon, your hands are tangled in his hair, his beard is rubbing against your neck, and you’re begging, “please, lo, need it so bad. “ Logan fucks exactly like how he fights, thrusting into you so sharply your ass is sliding back on the metal counter with each movement of his hips.

He’s done this enough times to know what makes you whine and dig your fingernails into his back, but he still demands, every time, “that feel good, baby? you like that?” Of course, you don’t have to answer for him to know that it does, that it does feel good, so incredibly good, and that he’s hitting all the right spots in the body only he knows so well.

You aren’t the only one filling the room with lewd noises. Logan is panting too, the echoes of his each and every grunt reflecting off of every corner in the room and into your ear. It only makes your cheeks flush hotter, only encourages your hips to move more eagerly to match his pace.

It’s always when he’s just about there that Logan pulls back and looks down at where the two of you are connected, slowing down his strokes to slowly watch his bulging cock sink deep into your slopping cunt.

It’s the only opportunity with logan that you get to really look at him, to see the raw expression of euphoria on his face, teeth bared and mouth open. Some strands of previously gelled hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes rolling back with each press of his pelvis. Your eyes trace the sweat on his shoulder, the hair on his chest peaking from behind his white wife-beater, and the vein on his stomach that connects to the one on his dick.

You gaze flickers back at his face, and you extend a hand to guide his head towards you. He tries to turn away, as usual, and you hate that you know he’s holding back; limiting the noises he’s making, the pace he’s taking.

“Just use me, Logan. I know you want to,” you plead against his lips, inhaling a gasp as you press your lips onto his. You expect him to pull away, to push your head to the side and focus on finishing the other task at hand, but this time, he only pulls you closer, one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. He doesn’t give you much time to be shocked before he resumes his previous pace, drilling into you with the same vigor, albeit a bit more sloppy than before.

Logan pulls back to catch his breath, and at the same time, you clench tightly around him. A low groan escapes him, a noise so animalistic and fervent that you reach your high right then and there, shrieking as your legs begin to shake.

He’s close too, you can feel it in his breathing, so you let him fuck you beyond your orgasm, even if it’s getting to be too much and you’re losing your thoughts by the second.

“nobody— ah— fucks my girlfriend,” he suddenly growls, lifting you up from under your arms and shoving you against the tiled wall. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look into his hazel gaze as he spits, “n-nobody fucks you like I do.”

He plummets into you deep, leaning his lips in and making you swallow one last groan of his before you feel his warm release fill your insides.

When he’s done, Logan is supporting all your weight, your limp arms splayed around his sweaty back. You whimper at the emptiness as he pulls out, feeling his cum languidly drip down your inner thighs.

You’re too exhausted to realize what he just said, to react to what he just referred to you as, and as the fog of pleasure slowly unclouds Logan’s head, he’s glad he fucked you stupid enough to forget.

-

a/n: anyone else feel like they’re incapable of writing good smut? Hey Google how many other synonyms could there possibly be of the word ‘thrust’?

[bullet-prooflove]

Sucker: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989@cosmic-psychickitty @ilariyalavorowrites @spooky-librarian-ghost

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

Hawaii - Jack discovers who he really is when you book a trip to Hawaii.

Silk (NSFW) - Jack loves the sight of you in silk.

Running isn’t supposed to be fun.

It’s supposed to a hard relentless pursuit to maintain peak physical fitness.

A way of training your mind and body…

“Come on slow poke, you’re falling behind.” You call over your shoulder with that devil may care grin and Jack huffs out a laugh because that was his mentality before you, before he got to see that firm Lycra clad ass and swishing ponytail.

If that doesn’t change your perspective on running, well he doesn’t know what will. It’s part of the reason he’s been lagging behind the past half mile during the park run, conserving his speed for the finish line. The other part is the prize he has in mind.

“I’m just a poor old man with a prosthetic leg.” He calls out as you hit the final straight. “How do you expect me to keep up?”

“Oh no Jack.” You say slowing your pace, your eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Is it hurting you?”

His baby, she’s so kind and conscientious. She’s also a complete sucker.

He erupts with a burst of speed sailing past you, the word ‘motherfucker’ hanging in the breeze behind him as he laughs to himself, hurtling towards the tree that marks the finish line. His palm slaps against the bark signalling the end of the race and he turns around in time for you to give him the  middle finger as you do the same.

“You. Are. An. Asshole.” You say as you lean over, your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. “ A trickerish son of a bitch…”

“Faye.” He says softly and you look up to find his face in close proximity to yours.

It takes you a second to realise he’s down on one knee, that he’s holding a ring in his hand. It’s beautiful, silver with a midnight blue sapphire in the centre, a pinprick diamond on either side of it.

“I won the race honey and you know the rules.” He tells you, the left side of his mouth quirking up into that handsome smile. “Whatever I ask you can’t say no.”

“Jack.”  You whisper, your lips brushing over his as he slides the ring onto your finger. “How could I ever say no to you.”

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[rafesangelita]

♡ deciding to take a ride on the ‘tunnel of love’ roller coaster at the annual valentine’s day fair, rafe happens to catch you before it starts, conveniently locking himself in next to you. annoyed, you tell yourself you’ll be out and away from the man once the ride is over but (un)luckily for you, it just so happens to break down, leaving you two stuck together until it’s fixed..

warnings: one sided enemies to lovers (reader is the one who can’t stand rafe lol), forced proximity, teasing, flirty banter, slight angst (just a teeny tiny bit, it’s literally almost nonexistent), light fluff

a/n: now presenting… ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE’ 🤍 my town just so happens to be having a valentine’s day fair.. maybe (hopefully) i’ll go!

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.4k

[7:57 PM] bestie ♡: it looks like kelce is going to take me out for v-day after all!! don’t wait for me, i’ll catch up soon, promise!

you had just bought an extra large funnel cake for you and your best friend to share when you read her text, your sugary sweet smile faltering as you took a seat at a nearby bench. “more for me, i guess..” you sighed, feeling a little bit silly at the fact that you sat here by yourself when everyone who passed you by was either in a group setting or hand in hand with someone who was most likely their significant other.

you picked at the fried goodness, not really feeling as festive as you were just two minutes ago. “yo, y/n!” you recognized the voice before you even looked up, your eyes immediately rolling as none other than rafe ‘insufferable daddy’s money’ cameron made his way over to you. ‘please let this be quick..’ you whispered under your breath, not sparing the man a single glance as he plopped down ridiculously close to you.

“what do you want, rafe?” he smiled when he heard his name roll off of your tongue, his muscular arm draping across your shoulders as his mouth dropped next to your ear. “can you at least act like you could tolerate me?” you scoffed, shrugging him off. “no, i can’t,” you finally looked at him, “because even that is too difficult to do.” he swallowed thickly, feeling slightly defeated before he went for the funnel cake that sat in your lap.

“i’m really not that bad, i’ll make you realize that soon.” rafe was also too confident and cocky for your liking— more reasons you could add to your seemingly never ending list as to why you think you two would never work out.

“i highly doubt that.” rafe was licking powdered sugar off of his fingers when you met his gaze again, your eyes flickering down to his tongue. the one thing that you couldn’t put on your list was that he wasn’t hot. anyone with eyes can tell you that rafe was insanely attractive, but of course, you’d never admit that to him out loud.. or so you thought. “you’re staring.” he smiled when he saw that your eyes stayed trained on his mouth, a smug expression taking over his features.

you blinked away, deciding you had enough chit-chat for one night. “in your dreams, ‘cameron.” rafe watched you get up from your seat, gladly taking the funnel cake you basically shoved into his hands. “why, thank you.” he took another piece, popping it into his mouth. you flashed him a fake smile before adjusting the strap of your crossbody purse. “i’ll see you around!” he called out, waving obnoxiously in your direction. “no you won’t!” you whispered to yourself, deciding to explore the fair a bit more.

little did you know conversation between you and rafe was far from over.

you walked around the fair grounds for almost fifteen more minutes before you had decided you were better off at home eating some greasy takeout and having a rom-com movie marathon in nothing but your comfy pj’s.

just as you were on your way to the exit, a flashing heart with the words ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE.. find your lover inside!’ caught your attention. deciding you’d at least inquire about it, you walked up to the ride operator and asked away. “excuse me! hi, i was just wondering what does the whole ‘find your lover inside!’ thing mean?” the woman lit up as if she had been dying to answer this question.

“so basically there’s another roller coaster coming from the other side, and once you two meet inside, the ride will stop for two minutes before coming back out to the respective entrances.” she explained. “so it’s like speed dating?” you smiled, the idea enthralling you. “yeah, that’s exactly it!” she nodded. you weighed out your options and decided a little excitement wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“i’m suprised you don’t have a line, how much is it to get on?” you took your wallet out of your purse as she replied. “if you have a full-access wristband it’s free, but if not then it’ll be five dollars exactly.” you handed over the small bill, smiling to yourself as she let you through the metal gate. “it looks like two people can fit in here—” just as you stepped in, rafe came running from the opposite direction.

“stop the ride!” he shouted, his chest rising and falling as he bent over to catch his breath. you blinked. “it’s not even on, you drama queen.” taking a seat, you were about to pull the metal bar over your lap before he shouted again. “i’ll give you fifty bucks if you let me get on with her!” you crossed your arms over your chest, not expecting the ride operator to actually let him in. “seriously?!” you gasped when he walked through, flashing you a wink.

“sorry!” she pushed the guardrail over you and rafe until it locked in place before starting the ride. “this will all be over in two minutes.” you glared at him, trying to scoot as many centimeters away from him as you could. “that’s fine with me.” he shrugged. he leaned back in the cart, red and pink flashing lights illuminating the space in which you two rolled into slowly.

rafe kept his eyes on you, watching as you avoided his gaze. “why don’t you like me? serious question..” you sighed, finally giving him your full undivided attention. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. “what?” you acted like you didn’t hear him the first time, wracking your brain for any kind of answer. he smiled teasingly, pointing a finger at you. “i asked you why you don’t like me and you can’t even answer me!” you waved him off, facing the other way to hide the smile on your lips.

truthfully, you didn’t really know who rafe was. like just by himself as an individual. you knew that his friends were all assholes though, including the one who your best friend was willing to drop everything for. “i hate your friends,” you started, “and you are who you keep company with, sooo..” rafe cleared his throat as the roller coaster came to a stop. the inside of the ‘love tunnel’ was lit up with baby cherubs along the walls, red hearts and fairy lights adorning the interior.

“me and my friends are very different from each other.. i think you’d be surprised.” you hummed, adjusting the pendant on your necklace. “maybe..” the other roller coaster cart strolled in from the other side, the seats empty. “i guess it’s a good thing that i tagged along, since you would’ve been all by yourself if i didn’t.”

you glanced over at him, his blue eyes standing out in the pinkish lighting. “..yeah, i guess.” rafe’s head shot up as soon as the words left your mouth. “you really think so?” he scooted closer, the action making you laugh. “don’t push it.” you warned him, in which he held his hands up defensively. “okay, okay!” rafe had this smitten look on his face as if making you smile was his life’s greatest achievement.

“so you told me why you didn’t like me, which is fair, but i want a real chance at proving you wrong. can you at least give me that?” rafe hesitantly rested a hand on your knee, the hopeful look in his eyes making your heart melt into a soft puddle of mush. “hmm..” you pretended to think, the anticipation making rafe’s leg bounce. “okay. only under one condition though..” rafe nodded frantically.

“anything.”

“tell me why you like me so much when i avoid you like the plague, and never seemingly look in your direction.. like ever.” the man next to you snorted. “you want me to go down my full list? ‘cause we’ll be sitting here all night—” just then, the ride operator’s voice boomed through the intercom speakers from inside the tunnel. “hi, i’m so sorry for the inconvenience, but we’re having some technical difficulties and my electrician guy says it’ll be at least an hour or two before you could leave. i promise to issue a full refund once you two are off.”

you and rafe looked at each other half concerned and half amused. “..so, you were saying?”

[artstennisracket]

riding art in the amazon position while patrick fucks him… he can’t even form a thought atp

ohhhhh yeahhhhh. thank you cat (@artdcnaldson) for clarifying cuz I didn’t understand how this would work anatomically at first BUT now I see the vision 🙂‍↕️

cw: nsfw (18+) artrick x reader

I feel like this is something Art would want but he would never explicitly say. Or actually let’s be real Art doesn’t even know what the amazon position is. It’s not until Patrick reports back having just done it in his latest hookup, “Yeah it’s like she’s fucking you but she’s not. So fucking hot”

Art doesn’t get the appeal until he stumbles across a porn video with that exact position. Now Art, with a hand down his pants, watches the girl slam down on the guy while he cries out fuck me please please fuck me. As if that’s not enough, another guy comes into frame and Art is confused as how he would fit into the equation at first until—oh. Now the main guy in the video is being ridden amazon style while the second guy actually fucks him and fuck. Art cums so fast.

Art gets off to that video a few dozen times until you walk in on him watching it. He’s embarrassed and you don’t know why until you force him to show you what he’s watching and it all makes sense now. “That’s what you want huh? Want me to fuck you like that? Want Patrick to fuck you like that?” He nods biting his lip as you jerk him off, filling his head with thoughts of both you and Patrick.

When the day finally comes, he’s nervous. Not because he’s never had sex with Patrick before but because he’s never had sex with both you and Patrick together at the same time. You try your best to calm his nerves, coaxing him out of his clothes, long and sensual makeout sessions as you start to jerk him off, “Just relax, we just wanna take care you baby.”

You’re all naked on the bed, Art laying on some pillows with you sitting on his lap, while Patrick sits at the foot of the bed stroking himself as he watches you two. You get into position, pushing Art’s knees towards his chest and lining him up with your hole. You sink down slowly, taking a second to let your body adjust. It doesn’t take long until you’re slamming down against him, fucking yourself on his dick, “Please fuck me, need it, fuck me please,” he whines gripping your hips so tight.

Patrick starting to prep Art, adding one finger after another. Fingering Art whilst you fuck your self on his dick. Art is already a whiny mess and Patrick hasn’t even fucked him properly yet.

When Patrick does line himself up, he braces himself on your shoulders, pushing into Art. His head catches on Art’srim before he continues pushing deeper. Art gasps at the sensation. You riding him while Patrick pushes into him has to be top two euphoric experiences. You lean forward hands planted on either side of Art’s head, so he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “You’re so greedy huh? Needed both me and Patrick to fuck you properly? Fucking slut,” you moan out as his tongue circles your nipple. Art whines, nodding in agreement.

Once Patrick starts really thrusting into Art, you try to match his pace. He’s grabbing at Art’s thighs, leaning against you just a tad, fucking into Art. “Taking us so well, fuck Art, you were made for this,” Patrick grunts out between thrusts. With all that stimulation, you both know Art won’t last very long, “Shit ‘m gonna cum, gonna fucking fill you up, fuck,” he moans spilling inside of you.

Patrick isn’t too far behind, you can feel his rhythm start to stutter. His hands moving to grab your boobs, pinching your nipples between his fingers, “Yes fuck, gonna cum inside you.” And with a few final thrusts he finishes inside Art.

Luckily they’re both up for round two, same position only this time Patrick puts it in your ass.

[kiwisandpearls]

peace and quiet

Pure Vanilla Cookie X Gn! Reader

summary: you fall asleep in a meadow only to wake up and find your head laying on a particular cookie’s lap.

warnings: very short probably, not at all corresponding with crk’s lore/world building, reader uses they/them pronouns, potentially OOC Pure Vanillia Cookie, this fic can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

You plopped yourself down onto the meadow of grass with a sigh before staring up at the clear blue sky. White fluffy clouds were slowly rolling past your vision as the scent of dew coated the air. You didn’t often get these moments of tranquility. Going on adventures with GingerBrave and the others, occasionally working with the Ancient Heroes, recently you’ve found that you’ve barely ever had any time for yourself.

You let out a small huff before turning on your side, allowing for blades of grass to tickle the side of your face and your eyes to slightly droop. You knew you needed to head back to the Cookie Kingdom soon but…it wouldn’t hurt to stay out here a bit longer…right? At least just to rest your eyes for a bit.

Your eyes slowly closed, with the whistling wind and chirping birds lulling you to sleep with the grass beneath you acting as an impromptu bed.

As you began to stir, you felt that your head was placed on top of a soft surface with something rhythmically petting the top of your head. You let out a small mumble and forced your eyes halfway open, noting that you were still in a grassy field. You then lazily turned your head slightly to catch who or whatever was petting your head, only for you to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Pure Vanilla Cookie, who wore a soft smile on his face. 

You tiredly blinked, staring up at him for a few seconds before it finally registered to you that you were laying your head on Pure Vanilla Cookie’s — the Pure Vanilla Cooke’s — lap. Your eyes flew wide open before you let out a yelp and shot up into a sitting position, backing away a bit from Pure Vanilla Cookie.

“Oh my witches! I’m so so so sorry, Pure Vanilla Cookie!” You squeaked out, standing up and brushing off the grass on your clothes, all the while looking anywhere but at Pure Vanilla Cookie’s face.

“I— I was just about to head back to the Cookie Kingdom, but then, I— well— um…” You attempted to stammer out an explanation before trailing off when you felt Pure Vanilla Cookie gently take your hand in his. You hesitantly looked back at Pure Vanilla Cookie to see him simply, patiently smiling up at you.

“It’s alright, (Y/n) Cookie, there’s no need for you to apologize to me,” he said before gently pulling you to sit back down.

“But…still…” You mumbled, looking down while picking at a loose string of your clothes. You heard Pure Vanilla Cookie hum before he gently lifted your head with a finger under your chin. His gaze was soft, understanding.

“I can see you’re still tired. Why don’t we stay here for a little while longer? I’m sure everyone at the Cookie Kingdom won’t mind,” Pure Vanilla Cookie tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for a response from you. You stared at him, wide-eyed, contemplating his proposition. You then softly smiled and nodded your head, watching as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s smile grew slightly before he gently guided your head back onto his lap.

You slowly fell back into a peaceful sleep as Pure Vanilla Cookie went back to rhythmically petting your head, the birds chirping nearby all the while.

This is a short one but that’s primarily just because I didn’t want to focus to much time on this and lose even more sleep than I already have lol

Anyways I don’t really have any notes for this one. Probably gonna be making more cookie run kingdom fics, especially since I’ve gotten back into playing it so

ALSO, I would’ve used a gif of normal pure vanilla cookie but I couldn’t I liked so I just used an awakened pure vanilla cookie gif lol (not complaining that much tho, he’s very pretty)

[cayleeuhithinknott]

— skater!chris has been keeping a secret . . .

the room is hazy with smoke, the air thick and heavy, wrapping around you both like a weighted blanket. your head is swimming, but in the best way—warm, a little fuzzy, body loose against him. chris leans back against the pillows, legs spread lazily, and you’re settled in his lap, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him.

his hands rest low on your back, fingers teasing under the hem of your hoodie, just barely grazing skin. every time you shift, his grip tightens, like he doesn’t want to let you go.

he kisses you slow, like he has all the time in the world, tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist. he always does this when you’re high—takes his time, makes you feel like you’re the only thing in the universe. and you let yourself sink into it, let yourself believe it, just for a little while.

his hands slide under your hoodie, fingertips skating up your sides. “take this off,” he mutters against your lips.

you exhale a soft laugh. “impatient?”

he smirks, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, tracing his lips along your neck. “you have no idea.”

your hands trail up his arms, slow and teasing, over the veins underneath his skin. you love them, the way they stretch and shift with his movements. sometimes, when he’s asleep, you let your fingers trace them, mapping out every blue tinted line.

he tilts his head, lips ghosting over your pulse. “you’re distracted.”

“you’re annoying.”

he grins, nipping lightly at your skin, making you suck in a breath. his fingers tighten on your hips, just as his phone buzzes beside you.

he tenses immediately.

you freeze.

your eyes flick to the screen, but he moves fast, grabbing it before you can see.

something about the way he does it—so quick, so defensive—sends a prickle of unease through you.

“who is that?” your voice is quiet, but sharp.

his grip on the phone tightens. “no one.”

your stomach twists.

you shift slightly in his lap, trying to meet his eyes, but he won’t look at you. “chris.”

“drop it.”

your heart beats harder against your ribs.

“why are you acting like this?” you press, voice a little more unsteady now.

he exhales, frustrated. “i’m not acting like anything.”

his phone buzzes again.

before you can stop yourself, you reach for it.

he catches your wrist. “don’t.”

your jaw clenches. “then tell me who it is.”

he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with that hard, unreadable expression, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

that’s all the confirmation you need.

your chest tightens, and you yank your hand back.

“fuck you.” you shove at his chest, moving to get off his lap, but he grips your waist, holding you still.

“stop,” he mutters, jaw tight.

you shove him again. “let me go.”

he exhales hard through his nose but releases you.

you scramble off of him, heart pounding, and grab his phone before he can stop you.

the name on the screen makes your stomach drop.

a girl. a string of messages. flirty. obvious.

you blink, fingers tightening around the phone, the words blurring in your vision.

chris shifts behind you. “it’s not what you think.”

you let out a sharp laugh. “oh, really?” you toss the phone onto the bed, turning to face him. “because it looks like you’ve been talking to someone else behind my back.”

his jaw clenches. “you’re acting like i fucking cheated on you or something.”

your heart stutters, something sharp lodging itself in your throat.

he keeps going. “you knew what this was. you’re the one who said this wasn’t serious.”

it feels like a slap, even though you knew this already. even though you told yourself a thousand times that it didn’t matter. that he didn’t matter.

you just wish he could drink up all the words he says, and maybe then he’d realize how bitter they really are.

silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.

your voice shakes when you finally speak. “you’re such an asshole.”

he scoffs, shaking his head. “yeah, well, you’re the one still fuckin’ standing here.”

that should be enough. that should be the moment you walk out and never look back. but you don’t. because there’s something nagging at you, something beneath his words, in the way he looks at you.

“why?” you ask.

he frowns. “what?”

you cross your arms. “why were you talking to her?”

he hesitates. just for a second, but it’s enough.

your stomach twists. “oh my god.”

he runs a hand through his hair. “it’s not—” he exhales sharply. “we were fighting. you weren’t talking to me. i thought—”

he cuts himself off, shaking his head.

you stare at him, trying to piece it together. “you thought what?”

he looks away, jaw clenched.

and then it clicks.

“you thought i was done with you.”

he doesn’t say anything.

your breath catches. “so you found someone else.”

“it wasn’t like that.”

“then what was it like?”

his fists tighten at his sides. “i don’t know.”

you swallow past the lump in your throat. “yes, you do.”

his chest rises and falls, slow and heavy. “i didn’t want her,” he mutters. “i just—” he exhales hard. “i can’t fucking stand when you ignore me. it drives me insane.”

your heart pounds.

“i didn’t know if you were coming back,” he admits, voice lower now. “and i fucking hated that feeling.”

something inside you twists.

“so you texted her,” you say.

he nods, jaw clenched.

your throat tightens.

you don’t know what to say to that. you don’t even know how to feel.

but then he looks at you, really looks at you, and there’s something in his expression that makes your breath hitch.

he takes a step closer.

“i don’t talk to her like i talk to you,” he says quietly.

your stomach flips.

“i don’t kiss her like i kiss you.”

his voice is low, rough.

he takes another step, closing the distance, his hand brushing against yours.

“i don’t want her like i want you.”

your pulse pounds in your ears.

you should push him away. you really should. but you don’t.

his fingers skim over your hip, slow, hesitant.

“you drive me fucking crazy,” he mutters.

you shake your head, stepping back before he can touch you again.

“don’t,” you whisper.

his brows knit. “what?”

“don’t say all that just to make yourself feel better.”

he blinks, stunned silent for a moment.

you swallow hard. “you don’t get to hurt me and then act like you still want me.”

“i do still want you.”

“no, chris. you want the idea of me. you want me when it’s convenient. when i’m in your lap and high and laughing at your jokes. not when i need you. not when i’m hurting.”

his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t say anything.

you let out a shaky breath. “i can’t keep doing this. pretending it doesn’t kill me every time you remind me this isn’t real.”

he opens his mouth—maybe to apologize, maybe to lie again—but you shake your head.

“don’t,” you say again, softer this time. “just…don’t.”

and then you turn.

you walk to the door, fingers trembling as you twist the handle, and you don’t look back—not even when he says your name, quiet and broken behind you.

not even when you hear the bed creak like he’s gotten up.

you leave.

and this time, you’re not sure that you’ll come back.

author’s note . . . sorry this is..awful…but this has been in my drafts for a while and i wanted to post something while i attempt to get any sort of idea for matt and petal 😃

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© cayleeuhithinknott

[luminiamore]

SWEET.

sugar daddy nanami kento x black hyperfem reader

warnings: brat tamer nami, super duper big arms actually, spoiled reader, he’s a bit mean, he’s such a man omg, public sex, squirting, creampie, you'll almost get caught, mirror sex

masterlist

“Excuse me, Sir? Is this seat taken?”

A sweet voice interrupts Nanami’s focus on the book in his lap, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The train's movements cause his body to sway slightly. He holds in a breath, really not in the mood to speak, but he's a gentleman. So, he looks up anyway.

He doesn't feel disappointed, actually the opposite. He's never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Your brown skin is smooth and clear, and your lips are glossed and full, with a slight pout. The makeup you put on was such a compliment to your face that it made you look like.. a doll. With eyes that made him seem like your salvation, you stared down at him.

Where did you come from?

“I’m sorry to bother you! It’s just- I’ve been trying to find a seat for a few minutes, and my feet are starting to really hurt. God, I should’ve never worn heels.”

You’re talking to him. He quickly comes to the realization that staring at your moving lips would make him appear creepy. Your voice was a little.. distracting. He clears his throat as he catches his lips quip up in amusement,

“It’s not taken. Please, sit.” You're walking towards the seat near the window, following his hips as they adjust to allow you to pass in front of him. Your clothes were... to say it bluntly, provocative. Your skirt was pink. He found that cute. But it was short, way too short to be worn out in public.

As you leaned down to prevent hitting the overhead storage area, his eyes caught the fat brown pussy lips poking out from the sides of your panties. Who the fuck let you go out like that?

You were wearing a strapless top that was also pink. The word 'BRAT,' which was printed in a bold white color, caught his attention. Hm, is that so?

You sit down, and now the blond man is hyper-fixating on your plush thighs pressing next to his. He’s interrupted by your sweet voice again, “Thank you, Sir. You’re too kind!”

He attempts to offer a smile, but he observes that your face is already buried in your phone, and your medium-length French tip nails echo a tapping sound. Well, now that won’t do. He wants your eyes on him again, your attention on him again. So he decides to speak,

“You headed somewhere important?” He acknowledges that this isn't the most ideal thing to ask a beautiful lady, especially during a train ride. His thoughts were running wild, and he was desperately trying to come up with something to say to you. He hopes you don't overthink it, but you look like the ditzy type.

You stop your typing and look up with your mind in thought, “Hmm, not really,” Your eyes turn to him and his cock twitches.

“I’m just going to meet up with some friends at the mall. The amount of walking I’m about to do is going to kill me but I can’t really do nothing since my car’s in the shop.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

Nanami observes that you have no filter or awareness that you may be talking too much. Either that, or you're so self-confident that you don't care. Regardless of what it is, he discovers that it is something he enjoys. He has the opportunity to ask more questions and hear your voice in his ears for just a moment longer.

You sit up straight, and now... Your body is facing him. And now he can see the nipple piercings that are pressing through your top. Nanami grits his teeth and forces his eyes to look at your wide ones.

Were you doing this on purpose? You have to be, but when he looks into your eyes, he finds no evidence of any alternate motives. That, or you were good at being coy.

“Well, somebody crashed into it when it was parked. And it was so bad, there was a weird creaking sound every time I drove! So now it’s in the shop, and it’s staying there.” You’re pouting again. And Nanami finds that he doesn’t like that hopeless look on your face. He has a burning desire to fix it, to alleviate any problems you're facing.

His voice grows soft and tender as he gazes into you, “It’s staying there?”

“I haven’t paid for the fix yet. So, the mechanic guy won’t give it t’me.” You shift in your seat. As you browse through your photos, he watches as you click on a picture of a pink Mercedes with its rear end completely broken. The color didn't catch him by surprise; in fact, he was more amused than anything.

“I see. Is there a reason you haven’t paid yet?”

Your brows furrow, and your head drops slightly as a sign of embarrassment. He thinks you're so cute. Nanami wonders if you have a job. You don’t look like the type to raise your perfectly manicured nails, and if you were his, he would never let you.

“Well... I’m in between jobs right now. My daddy won’t lend me any more money, and he told me yesterday, ‘You spend too much, and I can’t keep paying for your expensive shit.’”

Your bubbly, soft tone gets higher in pitch as you try to imitate your father's voice. You pivot and grasp Nanami's massive bicep through his blue dress shirt with your fingers. You notice a slight flush of your cheeks as you shift your eyes to where you grabbed it. He's so big that both your hands can barely wrap around the entirety of it.

Your eyes look up at him, “And y’know I get it! But ever since he got his new girlfriend, she’s been telling him these things. He never felt this way before!”

Your hand is covered by his, his veiny and large hand. You seemed really shaken up by this, and he can’t stand it. Someone as beautiful and perfect as you should not have to suffer like that. He wants to make your life easier; he wants you not to be bothered by such trivial matters.

As one hand raises your chin, his finger softly moves back and forth. His warmth makes the hairs on your skin prickle. “I’m very sorry about that, sweetheart. Would paying for your fix make you feel better? I can get a car to take you to your friends as well.”

You gasp and immediately shake your head, “Oh no, sir! I couldn’t ask you to do that. I-I mean, you’re a strang-”

“Kento, my name is Kento. And don’t be silly. I have more than enough to spend.”

“But-”

“No buts, sweetheart. I just met you, but I don’t like seeing a frown on that pretty face. Let me take care of your troubles the best I can.”

That day, you left the train with his number, and he left with your name. His generosity didn't end there. Kento started paying for a lot of your stuff, and eventually, he sent you money every day, making it such a habit that he just gave you one of his black cards. He would only ask for your company as compensation. There's nothing sexual about this, in fact.

Kento would go above and beyond to spend time with you, even leaving his job in the middle of the day to care for you. During your shopping sprees, he would hold your bags while you ramble about your week as you walked into another store. When you came to him crying about your dad's girlfriend not giving you a break, he decided to buy you your own apartment. It goes without saying that he pays for both your rent and all of your utilities. He would take you out for dinner and treat you to the finest high-end places because he knows that's what you deserve. The finest, and only the finest.

Nanami takes pride in the amount of self-control he has. Almost nothing gets under his skin.. but you. You and the short skirts you wear. You and your tight outfits. You and the way you bend down in front of him, exposing your pink lace panties. He tries to keep his eyes away, but he sometimes feels as if you're doing this on purpose. You must be.

And the truth is, you were. Nanami was the most attractive man you ever had the pleasure of seeing. Not only that, but his company has become something you've come to love. Ever since you met him on that crowded train, you've had lewd thoughts about him. Thoughts of him feigning a sex attack, thoughts of him bending you over and drilling his cock into you. You wanted him so badly, but he refused to do anything with you. It was making you crazy.

But you didn't know how to directly say that you want him to fuck your brains out. You opted for giving him hints, bending over in front of him, brushing against his thighs. Once, you managed to sit on his lap while he cooked you dinner at his home. He never moved, never did anything except keep his hands on your hips. That was enough to make you wet.

On a Tuesday afternoon at Japan's biggest mall, Nanami reached his limit. Your mini white heels were clacking on the tile floor as you entered the Victoria's Secret store, looking for the newest Valentine's Day set. This isn't his first time going shopping with you for lingerie, so he's not bothered in the slightest. Picking up the set and asking him to judge how it looks on you is what surprises him. You've never done that before.

“Please Nami, I have a date tomorrow and I’m hoping I can show him!”

A date? What the fuck do you have a date for?

The situation confuses Nanami. Antsy. Annoyed. He has a sense of jealousy. He can tell. You were his. Only his. You don't need a sluggish, limp-dick man who probably couldn't find your g-spot spot. You needed a man. You needed him. What advantage does your date have over him? What can your date do that he doesn't currently do for you? Are you insane?

He is unaware that you don't actually have a date. You were lying and trying to get him to react once more. You are the epitome of a brat. Kento doesn’t like brats. He breaks them.

You flick your pretty eyelashes at the 6'4 man who stares down at you with an unamused expression on his face. You’re pouting again, and Nanami really hates that he says yes to you. When you look at him like that, he can't say no. It's so hard to say no, but he's tired. Tired of the way you rile him up, he's sure that you're just hoping for a reaction from him. He has to put an end to this.

“..Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You're too occupied with other sets to notice that his voice becomes deeper when he speaks.

Nanami doesn't go into the dressing room with you. He planned to wait on the small, bright pink benches outside. Your angelic voice called out to him to help you with the zipper on a corset, ruining his plan. He loves helping you. It actually makes his day when he makes yours easier in any way. So, he agrees.

His breath hitsched when he pulls back the curtain. Oh fuck. You were... In red panties, the stockings lie softly on your thighs. While staring in the mirror, your brown skin is visible to him, and the corset is loosely hanging off your shoulders. You are a sight to behold—a sight of beauty, delight, and sweetness.

He creeps up on you slowly as though he doesn't want to frighten you. The moment he pulls both ends of the top together, you release a cute gasp. The zipper's faint sound as it rises makes you shiver when his hands brush against you. Once he's finished, his hands rest on your waist, your warmth radiating onto him. His voice, grave and breathless, causes you to catch your breath when he speaks,

“This is what y’re wearing? For your.. date?”

You hum and turn your body side to side to look at how the set fits on you.

“Uhuh! Y’think he’ll like it?” He tilts his head and observes your ass moving slightly with every move you make.

“Hm. What reaction do you suppose you’ll get out him?”

His fingertips can be felt on the panty line as he plays with it and pulls the band. You leap when it snaps itself back to your skin. His other hand is reaching in front of you and grazing your pussy

“Something like this?” The lace that clings to your pussy is grasped by his big hand, and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of it. You’re dripping. It wasn't your stupid date that caused this, it was all because of him. You succumb to his grip, and, of course, he steadies you.

“K-Ken?” Your voice squeaks out.

He pays no attention to you and only looks at the slick on his fingers when he moves away from your cunt. You're seeing all this through the mirror, watching his every move. Despite having dreamed about this moment every night, you still feel a little nervous. His expression in the mirror seems... upset.

“Y’know, sweetheart, I am tired.” His hands slowly take the panties off of you, allowing them to fall to your heels on the floor.

“Tired of how you tease me.”

He spreads your folds out from under you, letting the moisture drip all over his palm as he slides up and down. He groans when you emit the most adorable moan right next to his ear. God, you were so precious. He wanted you all to himself.

He scoffs, “A date. The hell do you need a date for? Y’need someone to fuck you, is that it? Someone to teach you some manners?” He slid his two thick fingers into your wet mound, scolding you when you let out a dirty mewl.

“Quiet sweetheart, bad girls don’t get to make a sound.”

He pushes them in deeper, immediately finding your spongy, and presses into it repeatedly. You tremble in his arms, pressing your hands to muffle your moans.

He murmurs to you, battling against the squelching noise your pussy is making. Your knees are buckling, but there's another hand pressing on your stomach to keep you upright and amplify the pressure you're feeling in your stomach. “I treat you so good. I buy you whatever you want, I make sure you’re always eating good. And yet you still insist on being a brat.”

He seethes in your ear, watching your pretty eyes roll back in the mirror. Kento feels that your loudness is causing you to forget you're in public. At this point, he doesn't care much. Throughout all of this, Kento is pulling down his zipper, freeing his hard dick from his boxers.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about that stupid date.” He stops finger-fucking you and leaves your sopping cunt suddenly, causing you to whimper at the loss.

Without warning, he plunges his fat cock deep into you and immediately presses his hand on your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your body falls back against him, leaving you drooling against his palm. It was too much, but you loved it. Had you known it would result in this, you would have done this a long time ago. Your body felt stuffed as he sucked his length in and out of you, observing how your pussy creams every time it disappeared inside.

Kento thinks you're perfect. Every aspect of your being is perfect. The way you squeezed around him almost made him forget that this was your punishment. Shit, you felt so good that he doesn't even want to carry on with the punishment anymore.

“There you go, sweetheart. Shh, just take it.”

You whine against his palm, your eyes barely open as this man is practically splitting you in half. You were both pouring your juices onto the floor, creating a small puddle below you. “Fuck. Such a messy girl.”

Your haze and pleasure make it impossible for you to hear footsteps coming near you and Kento. But he did, and he figures... It's a good idea to torment you a bit. So he speeds up his pace, letting the music drown out the light papping sound his thrusts and balls are making on your clit. If it's even possible.

“Miss? Is everything alright? D’you need any help?”

Your surprise is evident when your mind recognizes the voice of one of the employees. Fuck. No.

Nanami whispers into your ear, low enough for only you to hear, “Better answer her, sweet girl. Wouldn’t want her to suspect anything, hm?”

He’s so mean. Speaking is not an option when he's drilling into you like a madman. Fuck, could the poor lady even hear the noise? You're shaking, and you really can't help the yelp you let out every time his cock gets buried so deep inside of you. You rapidly nod against his hand, desperately attempting to do anything for him to keep fucking you like this. His hand slowly descends from your lips and grasps your covered tits in the corset, never once halting his pace inside you.

“Miss?” She speaks again, and you answer quickly so she can leave,

“I-I’m okay! Still- Ah! t-trying the s-set on.”

Nanami thinks you’re so cute as you try to keep your voice steady, chuckling to himself when you moan out in between your words. He thinks it's unfortunate when you're forced to speak again due to the lady's persistent pestering.

“..Are you sure? You don’t sound-”

“Yes! E-Everything’s f-fine, I’ll be r-right out!” You cut her off, your mind still reeling from the strong blows that Nanami never ceases to give you.

You faintly hear her muttering an 'Okay' before her heels recede into the crowded store. In all honesty, you believe you're starting to hear colors now. He was fucking you so good, and when you feel that familiar fire pit burning in your lower abdomen, you know what's coming. Or, in this case, who’s coming. You.

Nanami knows it, too, because your cunt just squeezed twice as hard on him. It’s practically pulsing open and close. You’re trying to fucking milk him.

“Good job, sweetheart. Y’gonna be my good girl from now on?” His hand doesn't even bother to cover your mouth anymore. Instead, his fingers reach down to your pulsating clit and start rubbing in tight circles. You forcefully bite your lip to prevent screaming out, savoring the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

Nanami knows that if you let go of your lips right now, you're going to attract attention. He doesn't want that type of distraction at the moment, so he's not too upset about your quick nod as a response. He doesn't even think you know what he's saying, too drunk from the sensation of his cock to think about anything else other than that. Even so, you're saying yes. You, indeed, are perfect.

“Think you deserve to cum? I think you do, you were so good earlier talking to that lady. So cum, sweetheart. Make a mess f’me, yeah?”

That you definitely heard. It seems your pussy did, too, because she doesn't hesitate to squirt all over the floor. The mirror was being sprayed with your overflowing juices. Throughout it all, he was intensely watching you through the mirror, observing the face you make when you cum. It was so beautiful. The way your brows scrunch, and your eyes roll back, almost into your skull. The sight was enough for him to conceal his groans in your silk press, cumming so deeply inside of you that you thought it reached your womb.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard under the faint music buzzing through the speakers. As Nanami slips out of you, you let out a whimper and gaze into the now-wet mirror, watching as he crouches down to where both he and your fluids are dripping out of you. You hear him mutter a curse under his breath, shivering when he runs his finger through your slightly gaping cum stuffed hole.

He lifts his finger, slipping it into his mouth to taste the aftermath of your.. lovemaking. He can detect some of your juices and his own. He only utters one word when he releases his finger with a pop,

“Sweet.”

He rises, gathers your clothes, and pockets the panties you wore when you initially came into the store. He believes that letting you confront people with his cum dripping down your thighs is an appropriate punishment. He pauses when he recalls something, “That date of yours tomorrow? Cancel it.”

Oh right! You didn't let him know that there wasn't a date.

“Kento?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“…I lied about having a date.”

Nanami freezes. His hands hold your skirt by your knees, and his eyes immediately catch yours in the mirror. He chuckles and shakes his head in astonishment when he realizes that this was your plan all along.

Despite not saying much, he whispers in a raspy voice,

“Brat.”

tags🏷️: @hatake05 @thickbihhwitdagapp

[dreamauri]

Hi sweetheart, I saw you're taking requests, so I'm going to take advantage and make one. Sub Charles. We all saw how well he looks in his pilot suit and how tight it can get. Before the race, the reader kisses him and gets him really hot, then the reader sees the bulge in his suit and goes crazy. After the race, she helps him solve his big problem

♪ — 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗢 charles leclerc x girlfriend! reader ( suggestive ) fic summary , Before the race, it’s just a kiss — soft, simple, nothing more. But by the time the podium’s climbed and the door shuts behind him, you both know exactly how far that kiss was always meant to go (0.5K)

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The room is small, lit by the sunburnt glow leaking through tinted windows, and smells faintly of citrus and engine oil. You're sitting on the edge of his chair, your legs crossed, arms lazily draped over the sides, like you own the place. Like you own him.

And maybe, in this moment, you do.

Charles is pacing, half-zipping up his race suit, brows furrowed in a way you know means nervous but trying to look cool. You watch him with a smile that is all fire and mischief, propping your chin in your hand.

"You’re gonna kill it out there," you murmur.

He stops. Turns to you. Smiles—just a little, but it's real.

"Come here," he says, and his voice is already lower than it should be. Already cracking under the weight of you.

You rise, step over like it’s choreography, and press a soft kiss to his lips. Meant to be sweet. Barely a breath. Barely a spark.

But then—

You tilt your head.

He pulls you closer.

One second becomes two. Three. The air between you thins. Your hands move on instinct, one slipping into his hair, the other ghosting over the curve of his waist.

You both lean in, too far, too fast—and hips brush.

Click.

Something unspoken shifts. You feel it before you see it: the way his breath catches, the way his fingers twitch against your back. Then you see it—him—the proof of exactly what you've done to him, tight and obvious through the red fabric of his race suit.

“Oh,” you say, eyes gleaming. “Is that for me?”

Charles groans softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck like it’ll save him from you. It won’t.

“You’ve got a race in ten minutes, baby,” you whisper, teasing fingers tracing the edge of his waistband, your palm flattening—pressing—just enough against his bulge, almost palming him. “But you’re already so . . . tense.”

“Mon dieu,” he hisses, head tilting back. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe,” you smirk, lips brushing his jaw. “Maybe I just like the idea of you driving with this kind of… motivation.”

He kisses you again, harder this time, desperate and rushed and messy. His hands are in your hair, your shirt is wrinkled, and there’s heat in every kiss that promises more than either of you has time for.

Then, with visible pain and supreme restraint, he pulls away.

“I have to go,” he says, voice strained. “I can’t be late.”

You pout, letting your hand fall away—just before he completely unravels.

“Fine. Go finish third,” you tease. “And come back here hard again.”

"Why P3?"

He does finish third. Ferrari’s first podium this season. The whole paddock is buzzing. Charles is flushed with champagne and adrenaline when he finds you in his room again, changed into your oversized Ferrari tee, looking like a sin disguised as support.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it.

You’re already walking over.

“Still tense?” you ask, fingers dancing over his chest, tracing the zipper down ever so slightly.

He looks at you like a man undone. His eyes say please. His lips say nothing.

You grin.

“Don’t worry,” you purr, sinking slowly to your knees, your fingers brushing the inside of his thigh. “Let me help you celebrate properly.”

His breath stutters. His hands thread through your hair.

[wheneverfeasible]

Take the trope of Steve’s mom becoming better and returning to Steve and flip it and reverse.

Steve called his dad an asshole but it’s just because he might be a bit of a hard ass because he’s trying to teach Steve personal responsibility (which teenagers hate), Steve knows his dad cheated on his mom and that’s why she goes with him on business trips, and because his mom keeps lowkey indicating that his dad is to blame for everything and that manipulates Steve’s thoughts on the matter.

BUT.

Steve’s dad really does love Steve and only wants what’s best for him. Wants him to be self-sufficient and responsible and not rely on others because contrary to popular belief, it’s actually Steve’s MOM who holds the power. She comes from a well-respected family, she is the one respected in town, she is the one who was the “catch” of the marriage and she never lets her husband forget that.

Her husband doesn’t even have his own company, instead working for her father’s company—another reason why he wants Steve to be able to support himself and learn how to provide for himself. He’s not even upset that Steve didn’t want to work for him, but he’s determined for Steve not to be lazy and entitled.

And one of the reason Steve’s mom is so respected, besides the rumors that her husband slept with his secretary etc? Because she’s seen to be on the right side of politics. She’s conservative and a Reagan supporter, which is what you’re supposed to be in a small town like Hawkins.

And Steve’s dad? It wasn’t his secretary he cheated on his wife with, but another man.

Steve’s dad is secretly gay and married his wife for her family wealth and name, while she married him for his looks and because it would look like a good marriage as he was from a decent family and has business savvy, and all she really cares about are appearances. It’s why her house looks more like a catalogue than a home.

Maybe she knew he was gay when they got married, or maybe she didn’t. Maybe it was unspoken but suspected. Steve was the token and necessary heir that they were obligated to have, but they don’t really have sex after he was born.

But so his dad slept with a man and his mother found out and now she follows him on trips to keep him from sleeping with other men and threatening him with “you would be nothing without me” type shit.

And then maybe one day Steve’s dad catches Steve with a boy and while Steve is terrified thinking his father is going to hate crime him, his dad is merely realizing that despite his best efforts, his son will never have an easy life. But he wants his son to have a HAPPY life, and his dad is realizing that he’s not happy either, that he’s tired of lying, of pretending just for the ease of prestige and money.

So, for the sake of his beloved son, he files for divorce, knowing that his soon to be ex-wife will get the house, the money (besides what little bit he’s granted, and what Steve’s granted in a trust), and the ability to tell everyone that her ex-husband is a queer. (She won’t, but only so she can keep it in her back pocket as a threat.)

But Steve’s dad? He gets the better end of the bargain. He gets Steve. She can have everything else, but he gets custody of his boy.

And okay maybe the boy Steve was caught with was Tommy or maybe it was a rando, but they decide they can’t lose their easy hetero-appearing life so they drop Steve and pretend nothing happened. Maybe Steve and his dad have to move to Forest Hills, at least until his dad can get back on his feet, find a new job. A BETTER job. One that lets him be part of his boy’s life more.

Maybe Steve starts interacting with the other boy around his age at the trailer park who never would have suspected Steve of all people to be new trailer trash like him.

Maybe Steve and the town Freak realize they have more in common than they thought.

Maybe Steve’s dad tries to live a little more authentically. Maybe he and Steve both do. Maybe his dad finds someone, maybe he doesn’t. But what matters is that they have each other.

Maybe Steve and his dad don’t have the life they were expecting, but it’s the life they never thought they could have: a happy one full of love and acceptance and family.

Now with a ficlet

Tagging my Hostage Hotties just because:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-weirdlife @everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes @hiei-harringtonmunson @estrellami-1 @nebulaoz @renfrisol @tinyplanet95 @hairspraywhore

[pucksandpower]

I Have Needs Too

Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Summary: an old sports superstition claims that abstinence can help maximize athletes’ performance … your boyfriends decide to give it a try, much to your chagrin

Warnings: 18+ content

“I’m going to explode!” You whine dramatically, flopping down on the couch between your boyfriends. They exchange amused glances over your head.

“What’s wrong, love?” Lando asks gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You huff in frustration. “You know exactly what’s wrong! It’s been weeks since we ...” You trail off meaningfully, raising your eyebrows.

Oscar chuckles, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on now, it’s not been that bad.”

“Easy for you to say!” You retort. “You two have your racing to distract you. I’m stuck here all day, bored out of my mind and craving attention.” You pout at them.

Lando shakes his head in mock exasperation. “We talked about this, darling. The abstinence has really helped our performance lately.”

“I know, I know,” you sigh. “And I’m so proud of how well you both are driving this season. But ...” You bite your lip, gazing up at them beseechingly.

Oscar brushes a thumb over your cheek. “We understand it’s not easy, babe. But just be patient a little longer. We’re doing this for the team.”

You nod reluctantly, nestling into Oscar’s shoulder. His warmth and familiar scent are comforting, even as your body craves more.

“Why don’t we watch a movie to take your mind off it?” Lando suggests brightly, grabbing the remote.

You suppress a grumble. As if anything could distract you from the delicious men on either side of you. But you acquiesce for their sake, snuggling into Oscar’s side as Lando queues up an action comedy.

Twenty minutes in, you’re fidgeting restlessly, acutely aware of Oscar’s fingers trailing idly along your arm. You glance over at Lando to find him watching you, mirth dancing in his eyes. Your breath catches at the heat in his gaze.

Unable to resist, you reach over and trail a finger down his chest suggestively. Lando inhales sharply, his eyes darkening. Beside you, Oscar goes very still.

You bite your lip coyly. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider this whole abstinence thing?”

Lando swallows hard, his eyes raking over you hungrily. For a moment you think he might give in. But then he shakes his head ruefully. “You know we can’t, love. Just try to be patient.”

You huff in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest. Oscar squeezes your shoulder sympathetically. “It’s only a few more weeks till the season ends.”

“A few weeks too many,” you grumble. “I have needs too, you know!”

Lando chuckles, the sound sending a spark down your spine. “Believe me, we know. And we intend to take very good care of those needs once the season’s over.” His heated gaze leaves no doubt as to his meaning.

You bite back a whimper, arousal coiling hot and heavy within you. “Promise?” You breathe.

“Promise,” Oscar murmurs lowly in your ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on your skin.

You suppress a shiver with effort, knowing you won’t get any further with them today. With a dramatic sigh, you settle back against Oscar, trying your best to focus on the movie.

But as the minutes tick by, you grow increasingly restless. Oscar’s solid warmth against your side only fuels your rising frustration. You shift, crossing and uncrossing your legs in an effort to relieve the building ache between your thighs.

Oscar glances down at you, one brow raised knowingly. “You alright there?”

You bite your lip. “I’m fine,” you reply tersely.

His mouth twitches in a hint of a smile and he resumes watching the movie, his arm a tantalizing weight across your shoulders.

You do your best to keep your eyes on the screen, but your thoughts keep drifting to much more pleasurable images — memories of your boys’ hands and mouths lavishing you with attention. You clench your thighs together, suppressing a whimper.

Gradually you become aware of your hand drifting higher up Oscar’s thigh, seemingly of its own accord. You freeze, snatching it back, your face flaming.

Oscar looks down at you, his brown eyes darkening subtly. “Y/N ...” he begins, a note of warning in his tone.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” you babble, avoiding his heated gaze. “I just … I can’t help it, Oscar, I need ...” You trail off helplessly.

His eyes soften and he brushes a stray lock of hair back from your face. “I understand, love. Just try to hang in there a little longer.”

You bite back a whine of frustration and force yourself to sit on your hands, determined not to let them wander again. But as the minutes pass, you grow more and more antsy and on edge. Your whole body feels like a live wire, hypersensitive and aching for their touch. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together again, seeking some form of relief, but it’s not nearly enough.

Abruptly you get to your feet, ignoring Oscar’s questioning look. “I just … need some air. I’ll be right back.” Before he can respond, you hurry from the room on shaky legs.

In the bedroom, you begin pacing agitatedly, running your hands through your hair. This is torture, plain and simple. You’ve never felt so pent-up and on edge in your life. Surely no one could expect you to hold out much longer under these conditions?

Your gaze falls on the bed and you freeze, a reckless idea taking shape in your mind. No … you couldn’t possibly … could you?

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you shut the door behind you as quietly as you can. Then you begin shedding your clothes hastily until you’re down to your underwear.

You stand there a moment, nibbling your lip uncertainly. But the throbbing ache between your legs wins out over your hesitation. Taking a deep breath, you slide your underwear off and climb onto the bed.

Propping some pillows up against the headboard, you lean back and let your legs fall open. Your fingers trail teasingly up your inner thighs and you have to suppress a needy whimper. Slowly, watching yourself in the mirror across from the bed, you begin to stroke along your slick folds.

A breathy moan escapes you at the exquisite sensation. After weeks of deprivation, your swollen flesh is so sensitive that the lightest touch sends spikes of pleasure through you. As you work yourself higher, you let your eyes slip closed, losing yourself in the building bliss.

You’re so consumed by sensation that you don’t hear the bedroom door open. But Oscar’s sharp intake of breath jolts you back to awareness. Your eyes fly open to see him standing frozen in the doorway, his shocked gaze riveted on where your fingers are buried between your legs.

Heat floods your cheeks but you don’t stop, biting your lip coyly. “I tried … I really did. But I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

Oscar makes a strangled noise low in his throat, his eyes blazing. He takes a step into the room just as Lando comes up behind him.

“Oscar, what ...” Lando begins, then trails off as he peers over Oscar’s shoulder. “Bloody hell,” he breathes, his eyes going wide.

Your flush deepens at their rapt expressions but you hold their heated stares boldly. Oscar takes another step toward you, clenching his jaw.

“Y/N,” he warns in a strained voice. “What did we say about patience?”

You pout up at him beseechingly. “Please … don’t make me stop,” you whimper.

Groaning under his breath, Oscar rakes a hand through his hair. You can see his restraint hanging by a thread. Lando moves up behind him, gripping his shoulders.

“How can we resist when she tempts us so sweetly?” Lando murmurs.

Their hungry eyes devouring you makes moisture flood your aching core. Emboldened, you spread your legs wider, giving them an unobstructed view. Oscar makes a choked noise, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warns through gritted teeth. But his eyes are riveted on your fingers sliding slickly along your slippery folds.

Your strokes increase in urgency as your climax builds, whimpers escaping your lips. “Please,” you gasp pleadingly. “I need you ...”

With a growled curse, Oscar surges forward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. His body covers yours and you sigh in bliss, finally getting what you crave. His tongue plunges past your lips, tangling fiercely with yours. You can feel his restraint hanging by a thread in the urgency of his kiss.

Lando joins in moments later, his clever hands trailing fire over your sensitized skin. Caught between the two of them, you’re surrounded by hard muscle and greedy mouths. The sweet relief of their touch after so long has you reeling.

You clutch desperately at Oscar’s back, urging him closer between your thighs. But he resists, keeping maddening inches between your bodies.

Pulling back from the kiss, his eyes bore into yours, dark with desire but firm. “Not yet, babe. You’ve been a naughty girl. Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily.”

You whine in frustration, arching up against him beseechingly. But Oscar grasps your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your head.

“Ah ah, patience,” he chides with a smirk.

Lando chuckles, trailing kisses down between your breasts. “Our minx deserves a bit of torment, I’d say.”

You whimper as their hands and mouths worship every inch of you except where you need them most. They lavish attention on your breasts, your neck, your inner thighs — everywhere except for your poor aching and dripping core.

“Please,” you gasp, writhing beneath their exquisite torture.

Lando looks up at you from between your thighs, eyes dancing wickedly. “Tell me, do you regret being a brat yet, darling?”

You shake your head desperately. Oscar tsks, tweaking a stiff nipple to make you arch sharply. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson quite yet.”

They continue driving you right up to the brink only to back off again and again, keeping you suspended in agonizing arousal. You’re a writhing, pleading mess beneath their skillful touches.

Just when you think you can’t take another second, Oscar’s fingers finally find your slick heat. You cry out sharply, cradled between them as he strokes you with knowing skill. Lando’s teeth graze the tender spot on your neck and you shudder, right on the precipice.

“That’s it, let go for us,” Lando rasps in your ear. His voice combined with Oscar’s relentless rhythm pushes you over the edge with a breathless wail.

You’re still trembling through aftershocks when Oscar captures your mouth again, kissing you deeply as his hands fumble at his belt. Understanding dawns through the pleasured fog in your mind and you still his movements with a hand on his chest.

“Wait,” you gasp out. At his bewildered look you offer a coy smile. “You two still have your little abstinence pact to uphold. Can’t have you breaking it on my account.”

Oscar stares at you incredulously for a moment before huffing out a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

Lando groans behind you. “Y/N, love, don’t be cruel ...”

You silence him with a finger to his lips, giving them both a mock stern look. “What? You made a commitment. I won’t have you compromising your performance for me.”

They gape at you in sexual frustration and dismay. Taking pity, you lean in and place a placating peck on each of their cheeks.

“There now, that will have to hold you over. Only a few more weeks till the season ends!” You pat their shoulders consolingly before sliding off the bed on shaky legs. Sashaying your hips, you head for the bathroom, their heated stares like a brand on your bare skin.

Pausing in the doorway, you glance back alluringly. “Of course, once the season ends, we can all properly celebrate … if you’re good boys for me.” You shoot them a cheeky wink over your shoulder, “Cold showers might help until then.”

You suspect you’ll pay dearly for such exquisite torture later on. But their reactions were well worth it. And the countdown to the end of the season has never seemed sweeter.

[izzih22]

could you possibly write pazzi fic based on the song casual by chappell, i need it so bad you have no idea

Not Casual

Note: this was the hardest fic to write yet… and it’s kinda crap. So I’m sorry😂😂

The windows are fogged up, dripping with the last heat of it. The kind of stillness that only comes after something overwhelming—the kind where your skin still buzzes and your brain hasn’t quite returned to your body.

Azzi’s head is tilted back, lips parted slightly, neck flushed and glistening with sweat. Her thighs are still trembling where they rest on either side of Paige’s lap. She’s wearing nothing but a hoodie now, her shorts discarded somewhere in the backseat. Paige’s hand rests low on her waist, thumb drawing circles that make Azzi shiver even though it’s warm.

There’s a glow around her.

Her eyes are half-lidded, cheeks pink, chest rising and falling like she’s still catching her breath. She’s glowing with it… blissed out, messy, full of love. And for a moment, it feels like the world is paused right there. Like she belongs in Paige’s lap forever.

Paige hasn’t said a word.

Azzi finally lifts her head off Paige’s shoulder and leans back just enough to see her face.

Paige is looking straight ahead. Her mouth is set, her jaw locked. Her hand stays steady on Azzi’s hip, but she’s silent.

Azzi shifts slightly, her heart thudding.

She already knows what’s coming.

Still, her voice is soft when she speaks. “You okay?”

Paige nods once. “Yeah.”

Azzi studies her. The tightness in her face. The way she won’t meet her eyes.

And suddenly that warm, floaty glow starts to feel a little cold.

She slides her fingers down Paige’s chest gently, fingertips brushing fabric. “That wasn’t just… nothing to you. Was it?”

Paige blinks. Doesn’t answer.

Azzi feels her stomach twist, but her voice stays gentle. “Because it wasn’t to me.”

A long silence stretches between them.

Azzi swallows and says it, almost in a whisper, the words falling heavy in the foggy space between them.

“Knee-deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out… is it casual now?”

Paige winces.

Azzi softens her voice more. “I’m not trying to fight. I just… I need to know if I’m the only one who feels like this is something.”

Paige finally looks at her. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable in a way that Azzi rarely gets to see.

“I treat you like you’re mine,” Paige says quietly. “Because you are. At least… in my head.”

Azzi’s heart skips.

“But then why can’t you say it?” she asks, barely audible. “Why can’t you just say what we are?”

Paige sighs and leans her head back against the seat, hand tightening slightly on Azzi’s hip. “Because I don’t know how to do this without screwing it up.”

“You’re not screwing it up by loving me,” Azzi says gently. “You’re screwing it up by pretending you don’t.”

Paige’s eyes snap to hers.

“I’m not pretending,” she says. Her voice isn’t harsh. It’s pained. “I just… I don’t know how to say it right. And if I say it wrong and lose you—”

“You won’t,” Azzi interrupts, touching her face with both hands now, cradling her like something sacred. “Paige. I’m not going anywhere. But this silence? This pretending like you don’t care the second it’s over? That hurts.”

Paige’s eyes fill a little, but she blinks them clear.

“I do care,” she says. “I care so much it makes me insane.”

Azzi gives her a little smile, tender and exhausted. “Then say it. Say what we are.”

Paige presses her forehead against Azzi’s. They stay there, breathing each other in, hearts thudding in time.

“I love you,” Paige whispers finally. “I’ve loved you since the first time you fell asleep on my chest in that Team USA dorm and I didn’t move for hours because I didn’t want to wake you.”

Azzi’s breath catches.

“And I kept calling this casual,” Paige says, “because if I called it what it really was, I’d have to admit how much I need you. And that terrifies me.”

Azzi cups her cheeks, smiling through the tears welling in her eyes.

“I’ve been yours this whole time,” she whispers. “You don’t have to be scared.”

Paige lets out a shaky breath and kisses her slow, soft, nothing like the desperate hunger from earlier. This is different. This is them.

Azzi melts against her.

Not casual. Never was.

And now, finally, they both know it.

[maruflix]

OUT OF CONTROL !! #oneshot #narumigen #f!reader

Your captain’s hopeless crush on you is a running gag in the First Division. It’s been fun, but Narumi Gen decides that enough was enough.

feat. narumi gen　　⎯⎯　wc. 1.8k

contents: female reader, reader is an officer in the first division, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, reader is kinda iffy too here, i do not condone yanderes irl, no beta we die like kaiju number one

art cred. suou2280 (twitter)

“Why do you hate me?”

You pause mid drinking, lowering the water bottle just enough to catch a glimpse of your captain. “What?”

Narumi Gen stands tensely in the dim light of the training room, his hands crossed in front of his chest. His question is ironic with the way he’s glaring at you so heatedly— like he hates the very idea of you.

“I help you train even if you don’t ask me to,” He frowns, uncrossing his arms, “I ignore your mistakes and transgressions, no matter how bad they are,” his eyes are fixed on you as he takes several steps closer, “I keep you safe during missions, even if it costs me my life,”

He’s right in front of you now, leaning down to your height, “I even kept my distance from you so you wouldn’t get uncomfortable, so why?”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you move away, cheeks burning. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain Narumi.”

“You don’t?” He repeats mockingly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Very well, let me refresh your memory.”

Air is knocked out of your lungs as he suddenly slams you to the wall, his hands placed on either sides of your head, effectively caging you in the process.

“C-Captain Narumi!” —but Narumi coldly gazes down at you, making your protests die in your throat.

“Tell me, who was it who helped you perfect that kaiju-slaying technique of yours?” His hot breath fans your ears as you gulp, perfectly aware of all the late night practices he’s referring to. Knowing the lazy bum persona he cultivates, training with Captain Narumi is something the other officers can only dream of, yet he tirelessly helps you to grow your abilities until you became one of the strongest officers in the division.

“I’m very grateful, but I don’t see—”

Narumi cuts you off. “Yes, it was me,” He clicks his tongue, making you go silent in shock, “Come to think of it, it’s all thanks to me that you didn’t get in trouble for half the shit you pulled off. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you and your rule-breaking friends? I’m not blind to the things that goes on in my division, officer.”

Alarmed, your eyes snap to meet his as your heart thunders in your ribcage. Which rule-breaking is he referring to? Was it when you and your platoon sneak out for late-night snacks during the three day training camp? Or the secret shortcut you always use when everyone goes for a jog in the mountains? Or was it that one time you saw his bayonet lying around and you tried swinging it around for a few times?

His chuckle breaks your train of thoughts. “Yes, I know everything you did. My office is equipped with a CCTV, you know.” Fuck, so he definitely knows about the weapon thing.

You inhale sharply, ready to beg him for forgiveness, but Narumi isn’t done. “Oh, and remind me who was it that swooped in to save you before you get devoured by a honju?” His face is now so close to yours, you can see yourself reflected in his crimson eyes.

You turn your head away, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t hate you.” Why is he doing this? He has always been so gentle with you, a lovestruck cutie who stutters in the mere presence of you, not this overbearing presence that strips you of your ability to breathe.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

The slight crack in his voice makes your heart jump as your gaze scrambles back to him— but although he has a pained expression on his face, there’s no mistaking the victorious glint in his eyes.

“You know it, don’t you?” Narumi speaks again, lips stretching to form a boyish grin, “You know about my feelings for you... and instead of giving me a proper answer, you capitalized off of it.”

This is the first time he’s called you out on your actions.

You reach up cautiously, fingers tracing his jaw, “You know you’re the closest person to me, Captain Narumi. I owe everything to you, you know that.”

He exhales, leaning into your touch like a cat. Your raging heartbeat relaxes. There we go. Just calm down and stop talking.

Just when you thought you’ve succeeded in taming the lion, Narumi grabs your hand as his eyes dart upwards, his smile morphing into a cruel smirk. “You’re stalling... and my patience is running thin.”

He flips you, causing you to let out a yelp. Back pressed against his hard chest, you struggle to break free as he holds you by your arms. His hand is already slipping up your thigh and he leans down to plant kisses on your neck.

“W-wait, ah-” You glance, meeting the grey-haired man’s crazed gaze. Narumi’s eyes glow dangerously in the dark room, a piercing crimson that sends shivers down your spine. You know you’ve been playing with fire all along, but you never thought that the consequences would come so quickly.

“You know, I’ve really tried to be patient with you,” Narumi sighs, like he’s chiding a child, “but before I knew it, my affection for you has become a running gag in my own division. I don’t take such humiliation lightly, my love.” His whisper sends a delicious tingle down your neck to your spine, “Give me an answer, now.”

For a while, silence fills the room.

“Before I give you a response, shouldn’t you tell me what you did first?”

Narumi tenses up. There’s something different in the way you look at him now. His grip loosens slightly but it’s enough for you to yank yourself away.

You take a few steps away as he watches you like a hawk. “What happened... to him?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

Oh, but he does. You know he does because he refuses to meet your eye.

“It feels just like yesterday that I gained a new sparring partner, and suddenly he’s transferred to the second division without prior notice? I wonder what happened.”

Narumi squirms.

“Kobayashi. Yamada. Inoue— and recently, Yoshida. What happened to them? What’s with all the sudden transfers? Did the other divisions really need more personnel? Or,” Ignoring Narumi’s burning gaze, you uncurl the fingers that are previously tapping on your chin to point at him, “did you have something to do with that, Captain Narumi?”

He looks at you and you realize that you’ve hit him right on the mark. The last disguise he holds on to for dear life has been ripped to shreds with your accusation.

So you knew — of course you knew — or has he intended for you to find out all along?

“Congratulations, you caught me.” Clapping his hand mirthlessly, he stalks towards you, a pleased smirk on his face. “It’s so tiring to pretend to be a good guy. What do they say— ah, nice guys finish last. I guess there’s some truth to that, because I’ve been nothing but kind to you and all I get in return is being toyed with.”

The moon is high on the sky now, casting a dark shadow over Narumi’s face. You barely have the chance to react before he pulls you into a crushing embrace.

“I no longer have the patience for this. Tell me you love me,” his voice comes out barely a whisper, “hurry up, don’t make me lose my cool.” The desperation in his urging makes you feel like your breath has been seized from you.

Of course you liked him. Who were you kidding? Strong, handsome, and rich, Narumi Gen has it all— and being the your captain’s object of affection is fucking flattering. Everyone else goes to desperate lengths to get Narumi to even spare them a glance, but he stares at you all day like you hung all the stars in his sky.

You like him so much, that’s why you’re afraid. Afraid that you’re just a shiny new plaything that has just caught his eye. Afraid that he will lose interest in you once you reciprocate his feelings. Afraid that you will go back to superior and subordinate once the spark is gone.

You shouldn’t have been so anxious.

“What else should I do?” Narumi holds onto you, desperately clinging to the last shred of his sanity. “What more do you ask of me? I will give it to you, just tell me. Tell me what I should do so you’ll look at me.”

“I love you.”

Narumi’s heart lurches— it’s like the sky has been ripped asunder. His hands tremble as he moves back to hold your shoulders, searching for any signs of falsehood in your eyes.

Your smile pierces through his heart and he wonders why you’re looking at him with those clear, loving eyes.

“What..?”

“I love you, Narumi. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I wanted to be sure of your feelings before I—”

His lips crashes into yours, making you stumble backwards. He’s there to steady you by the waist, his hand snaking up your shirt and making its way up your back, leaving sparks of electricity from where he touched you.

Then he pulls away, his hand cupping your face gently as if you’ll break under the slightest pressure. For a moment he’s back to the gentle, shy Narumi Gen who treats you like a goddess, but you can see the obsession in his eyes that has become impossible to mask.

Hasegawa’s warning rings in your ear: Narumi Gen is an obsessive and possessive man who hides his resolve under a flippant persona. You recall the worried look in his face as he asks you to tell him if Narumi ever oversteps his boundaries with you.

Well, Narumi certainly did— but that’s just the way you like it.

You tug on his hair, jerking him closer to you and inviting him to kiss you again. He groans involuntarily, ashamed that you’re able to play with him so easily. Moving closer, he stops just before your lips meet, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. “Do you know what this means?”

Narumi wants to cry at the innocent look you throw his way. Now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he knows he can’t let go. He’s fallen too far into the abyss with no hope of clawing himself back out.

“Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?” He muses, lifting your chin up before trailing a finger down your neck— but all you do is lean into his touch, shivering in anticipation.

Your shy, impish smile does little to hide the excitement in your eyes as your eyelashes flutter up at him, tempting him to continue. “What? Do tell me, captain.”

The purr in your voice sends salacious shivers down his spine. In an instant, Narumi comes to a realization— all this time, the one holding the chains has always been you.

[gutsoupz]

first time, my ass. kmg

pairing : non idol! mingyu x reader obvi (i have other member fics i will also post in the coming weeks!!! these fics are 1-2 years old i’ve had them in my drafts forever and i just edit them to seem more modern if that makes sense lmfao)

goodbye yall i was watching a show and a scene like this came up and it made me think of mingyu THE mingyu from that one live (as shown in pics of him lol) for some reason enjoy 🥲

smut btw (again) piv reader is on top for first time ever kissing praise kink kinda mingyu calls reader good girl (FUCK ME) also readers semi inexperienced!!!

MDNI!!!

you should’ve never told him.

the second it left your mouth—soft, innocent, and way too trusting—you saw it change him. his whole expression. like some invisible switch flipped inside him and now, he was looking at you like he was starving.

“i’ve never… been on top before,” you’d said, curled into the crook of his side after a lazy kiss turned into a little too much touching.

and now?

now he was leaning back against the pillows with his arms stretched behind his head like some fucking sculpture, thighs spread, cock hard and that same dangerous glint in his eye.

“you want me to show you?” he asked, voice low, teasing. “or do you want me to believe you first?”

you blinked. “why wouldn’t you believe me?”

“because you walk around acting all innocent,” he murmured, “but the second i touch you, you melt like you’ve done this a thousand times.”

your thighs clenched where you sat straddling his lap, still bare from the waist down. you hadn’t even gotten to the actual part yet. you’d just… sat down. that was it. and already, you were pulsing around nothing.

“i’m not lying..” you said softly. “i just… didn’t want to do this with just anyone..i trust you.”

mingyu’s jaw clenched. “fuck”

his hands came up to your hips—big, warm hands that knew exactly how to touch you without ever making you feel unsafe. That was the problem. he wasn’t just hot. he made you feel safe while looking at you like he’d ruin you.

“you sure you wanna learn this with me?” he asked, letting his thumb trace your skin. “cause i won’t be able to hold back much. not tonight.”

you nodded. that was all he needed.

he reached down and guided himself to your entrance, eyes fixed on yours the entire time.

“take your time,” he whispered. “there’s no rush, not with me..”

you sank down slowly, gasping at the stretch. he didn’t move, didn’t thrust up, just let you feel him inch by inch until you were filled to the brim, thighs trembling on either side of his.

“you okay?” he asked, voice tight.

you nod again, dazed. “shit-“ you breathe “you’re so big..”

mingyu let out a low breath through his nose his eyes flickering to your pussy as it engulfed him. “look at you—taking me all the way on your first try?”

you bit your lip. “i-isn’t that… good?”

he smirked, dark and dangerous. “It’s hot as fuck. but now i really don’t believe you.”

“mingyu—” you gasp as he bucked up into you and you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

“don’t worry,” he said, voice smoother now, dangerous and soft. “i’ll let you do all the work if you show me you’ve never rode a cock before.”

you tried moving, the friction instantly electric, and he groaned like he was barely holding it together. you lifted yourself up and sank back down, slower this time, feeling every inch of him rub against the softest, deepest parts of you.

“that’s it,” he murmured. “do it again.”

you obeyed, beginning to move with more rhythm, hands braced against his chest, breath catching every time he kissed the inside of your wrist, your collarbone, your jaw.

“..don’t know what m’ doing.” you flush in embarrassment cheeks red.

“you’re doing plenty,” he grunted, hands guiding your pace now. “just keep going. I’ll tell you if i want something different.”

and he did.

“faster.” “slower.” “grind like this.” “bounce a little more.”his voice was deep and full of praise, threaded with hunger but never impatient. It made it easier to fall into the rhythm of it, to let your hands rest against his shoulders as you moved—body trembling, heat pooling low in your stomach, hair sticking to your face from the sheer effort of it.

mingyu watched every second like he was hypnotized. “fuck, baby—“ he groans. “you’re killing me..”

before you could say anything a gasp leaves your lips when he bucked up into you again slightly.

“you said- you’d let me do it-“ you whine.

“i am,” he said, gritting his teeth. “but fuck, you’re makin’ it really hard not to flip you over and ruin you.”

you bounced harder, rolled your hips deeper, angled just the way he showed you, until—

“r-right there,” he said suddenly, voice tight fingers gripping your hips surely leaving marks later. “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

the words hit you like lightning. your thighs clenched. breath caught. he said it like he meant it, like he’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in his life.

you moan shamelessly.

he caught your face with his free hand and kissed you hard, messy and deep, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. his hips meeting yours now, his rhythm matching yours.

“you’re close,” he pants lips just centimeters from yours. “i can feel you squeezing me baby fuck—.”

you nod desperately. “so close. —didn’t think it would feel this good.”

“riding me like it’s second nature, and you’re telling me it’s your first time?” he said, voice laced with disbelief and praise. “fuck— you’re full of shit.”

you laugh breathlessly. “i swear—mingyu—fuck, i’m gonna—”

“come for me,” he whispered. “right here. look at me while you do it. i’ve got ya..”

you lock eyes with him, and when your orgasm hit, it slammed into you like a freight train. entire body shook with it, waves rolling through you as you clung to him, whimpering his name like a prayer. mingyu held you steady, cursing low in your ear as your walls pulsed around him.

“that’s it,” he groaned his hips still moving as yours halted, his head thrown back. “just like that, baby, fuck—fuck—”

he came moments later, jerking up into you with a groan so deep it vibrated through his chest. you collapsed against him, trembling, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

his arms wrapped tight around you. silence settled. just the sound of your breathing, his heart pounding beneath your ear.

mingyu was the first to speak, still a little breathless. “not gonna lie” he swallows, “you made that look really convincing..”

you lift your head slowly, still dazed. “because it was.”

he blinks, brushing a hand through your hair. “you serious?”

“i told you,” you whispered. “just wanted to do it with someone who’d be patient. someone who made me feel safe.”

mingyu’s expression softened immediately. he cupped your cheek. “i’m really fucking honored, then.”

you smile, sore and satisfied. “i’m glad it was you.”

he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

“next time, we’re doing that in front of a mirror.” he murmured lips against your wrist.

“mingyu—“ you groaned and buried your face in his chest again. earning a breathless laugh from him.

chileeee all imma say is GOD DAMN about this one cuz i’ve left it untouched since a year ago 😭😭😭