#you don't HAVE to act on the urge to nuzzle someone | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

skeletonapricationday · 9 months

Text

The lab

@yumeno_54_ on insta (art creds)

Warnings: porn w/o plot, aphrodisiac, dumbification-ish kink, pentration (fem receiving), gojo x fem reader, fingering, being watched while masterbating, praising and cooing, public fun, mild mention of overstimulation.

You have a natural knack for chemicals, something surprising for a sorcerer. You collect certain chemicals that curses make and see if you can weaponize them.

Today you're working with a liquid produced from a curse that claims they're "lust."

You're careful with the chemical, afterall you're still unsure of what it does. All you were told is they have one liter of it and the curse is dead. You put the pH tester into the open vile slowly making sure it can't get onto your skin. The liquid mildly vicious.

You're about to pour some onto a microscope slide and- "Hey, I heard you got a new-" and it spills all over you. Running into your pores.

"Shit!" You shout, running over to the sink. Scrubbing your skin harshly, praying the chemical doesn't effect you. "Gojo I swear to GOD!"

"I'm so sorry are you okay?" The white haired man runs over. Checking over your face. You stop the sink water when you feel the chemical can no longer be scrubbed. You're starting to feel dizy and light. "Hey don't pass out on me, what was that?!" He asks worried.

"New chemical. No antidote yet. Don't know what it does." You breath out harshly, mind starting to go numb. Unable to properly think. Gojo quickly grabs you when you stumble. Surprisingly this causes you to moan, gripping onto his jacket. "Feel so fuzzy." You pant, nuzzling your face into Satoru.

"Woah-Hey what are you doing?" He asks a little amused, but still just as worried. You don't respond just pulling yourself closer to him. Did he always smell this good? Was he always this warm? You lean up on your tippy toes, sticking your flushed face into his neck. "From what curse?"

You whine into his neck, feeling the urge to lick his skin. "It said it was lust." You giggle out. "Come closer." You beckon. Looking up into his eyes lustfully.

"Woah woah mama, calm down." He jokes, pushing you by the forehead. You whimper and bite your bottom lip. Shaking your head no at him, like you were rejecting his statement.

"Can't." You answer blankly. Clenching your thighs together not so discretly. "Hot. It's hot." You moan out. Taking off your lab coat, nearly tearing it off. You start to unbutton your blouse when big hands grab yours and stop you.

"Hey, hey its the chemical. You need to sit. I'll get someone." You grip onto his hand, stopping him from leaving. Honestly you were weaker than him, he could leave if he wanted but he doesn't. "Want me to stay?"

You desperately shake your head up and down yes. He uses his grip on you to sit you down, you do so without complaint. "Burning, burning hot." You whine. Ripping your blouse off entirely, the tattered clothes hitting the ground. Leaving you in only a sports bra. You fan your skin with your hand, acting like you're having a heat stroke. "Notepad. Notepad now." You pant towards him. You words rushed and slurred.

He rushes over grabbing it and handing you a pen. You quickly start jotting down your symptoms. 'Accidential test subject-me.' Is the first thing you write. 'Causes delirium. Hard to think.' Gojo nods at the words you write. 'Hot. So hot.' You keep going. 'Touch feels so good.' You hear a small "oh" behind you. You tilt your head and look at him with wet eyes. "What?"

"Look this isn't exactly science based but that sounds similar to the feelings people get on exctasy." You look at him with parted lips, like a light bulb went off in your head.

"Lust. Aphrodisiac." You whine out, thighs clenching harder. You slam your head down into the desk, it's getting harder and harder to think clearly. You want to reach out to Gojo this instant. Put his fingers in your mouth, maybe even his cock. God you would ride right on top of him. The only thing you would hear is the squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin. "Gotta go. You gotta go." You cry out.

"I thought you wanted me to stay?" You reach out and grab him by the jacket, pulling his blindfolded face to yours with serious eyes.

"Leave." You pant. "Cause I want to fucking ride you." You say honestly, lips curling at the thought. Gojo seems to just stare at you, even without seeing his eyes.

He laughs in disbelief. Taking off his blind fold, his spiked hair falling down into its natural shape. When his blaring blue eyes look at you, you freeze. Holding your breath at the site. "You want to-" He puts a hand on the back of your chair. "Ride me?" He asks with a devious smirk. You stare at him wide eyed.

"Sorry toots, this ride is reserved for those in a clear state of mind." He tsks his tongue with a smile.

You push at his chest. "Just go." You whine, feet stomping like an angry toddler. "I need-i need you to go." You say bringing your own hands to your inner thighs, wanting to start feverishly masterbating right then and there. You wanted to make him watch. You bite your bottom lip and you rub your thighs, eyes rolling back at the simple touch. You let out a small mmpf.

"Wow. I never thought I'd see you come undone so quickly. That stuff is strong." He states watching you. "I'm not going anywhere." He grins.

You groan and locks eyes with him. Finally coming to terms with it you smile. "Fine. Watch." You hiss out, unable to contain yourself any longer. Unbuttoning your work slacks. Pulling them desperately down your thighs. The cold air hits your wet panties earning a whine. Gojo's blue eyes never leave your form. Doing just as you said, watching.

As soon as you can you drill your own fingers into you, you do. Ripping your panties off and stuffing two fingers inside, using your thumb to toy with your own clit. So worked up the room is already filled with the sounds of your sopping wet cunt. "Ah-mmm fuck." You moan, eyes tempted to roll into your skull. Looking up Gojo is still standing over you, eyes focused on your wetness.

"Satoru don't stare so intently- aaa it's emrbassing." You whimper, biting your bottom lip. Hips bucking against your hand. Fingers becoming less satisfying the hotter you get.

"You told me to watch." He grins cockily, leaning back against your desk. His posture relaxed unlike yours. "So I'm going to watch. Show me everything you got, pretty girl." He teases with his famous playboy smirk.

You sob a little, your walls feeling so empty. You attempt to enter a third finger but it doesn't feel any different, leaving you just as void as before. "Fingers don't work." You cry. Small tears pricking your eyes from the sheer desperation in your gut. "Pleeease." You look at Gojo, begging with your eyes.

He knits his brows and sighs. "Only if you promise you aren't going to hit me for it later." He teases, pushing you further into your frustrated edge.

You pull your fingers out with a small hic. Gripping onto Gojo's jacket again, pulling him closer with your shlick covered hand. "I'm literally begging." You say annoyed, a hint of a moan in it.

"Fine. Fine. How could I say no." He says playfully, pulling your slacks the rest of the way down your ankles. "Jeez, what a pretty pussy." He says with a grin, spanking your cunt lightly with his hand. Earning a loud mewl in response.

"Satoru more." You whine, pulling his hand closer and bucking your hips. "More." You say saliciously. Trying to tempt him.

"Hold on gorgeous I'm getting there." He chuckles cockily. Tilting his bueaitful head to the side before slipping in two of his long and thick fingers. "Is that better?" He says with a grin, pumping them at a painfully slow pace.

"Faster." You moan. Pressing his hand further into you. "I want it. Please." You beg, sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. A thin pout forming from his obvious teasing. "Don't tease. Fuck me."

"Commanding as always." He thrusts his fingers faster, thumbing your clit in small circles. "Do you really think that's how you ask for help?" He asks, lips curling into a cruel smirk. You were about to retort it got you what you wanted when he suddenly ceases all motion. "I asked a question." He says harshly, pulling his liquid coated hand away. Bringing it up to his lips and licking it clean. "Go on, answer."

"No no m' sorry, don't stop." You cry out, whimpering as your pussy clenches around the cold air. Mourning the loss of Satoru's hand. You lean forward and nuzzle your face against his hardening length. "Please." You huff. Hot breath grazing against his clothed skin.

"Now that's how you ask for help." He grins, shucking off his jacket. Pulling his belt open and dropping his pants to reveal himself. Tip pink and leaking.

"You want it so bad?" He smiles and licks his lips. "Bend over the desk." He commands and you quickly obey. Nearly tripping over your clothes on the floor to bend over the desk. "It's cute when you act so needy." He grins.

He rubs his tip against you entrance and your clit. Collecting your wetness and smearing his precum against you. "In. Inside." You command, arching your hips up further.

"Do I have to reprimand you again?" He asks, tempted to pull away despite his own arousal.

"No, no, no." You whine, reaching a hand behind you and spreading yourself open. "Please." You say between broken sobs. You don't care if you're stroking his already too big ego, you're after his too big of a cock.

"I just love hearing you beg." With that he thrusts inside, cock entering with ease due to the Niagara falls that is your pussy. He groans at the feeling of you wrapping completely around him "God- you're so tight." He moans, fucking himself in and out of you. There's no friction at all, your walls welcoming him and spasming.

"Yesh- so big n deep." You praise, legs shaking from the pure exctasy. That burning coil of a feeling easing slightly. If you weren't half out of your mind you wouldn't nearly praise him as much.

"I get that alot." He teases and thrusts harder, making the desk you're gripping onto shake. You mewl angrily at his statement. Before you can tell him off he starts playing with your clit. "Don't worry doll, it was just a joke." He laughs and grunts.

"Satoru-Satoru." You say his name repeatedly. Legs aching, back arching, and cunt clenching. Every movement felt brand new. "THAT SPOT-" You yelp loudly as his tip pounds against your g-spot.

"Oohh ho ho" He says with a smug edge. Aiming his thrusts to keep hitting it, abusing the poor pleasure button inside you. "Look what I found." He grunts and grins, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. Looking deep into your eyes as they roll back. "Fuck you're so pretty when you're going dumb."

You nod and moan. Wrapping your arms along his back. "I'm not going dumb- m' just horny." You retort, drool dripping down your jaw. He smiles and pulls you in, kissing you deep as he fucks your gummy walls. His tongue tastes like candy, which makes sense considering his sweets addiction. When he pulls away a string of saliva connects you both.

He chuckles and grins, pressing harder against your g-spot, almost hitting your cervix. "You're sucking me in so desperately though. It's like you don't wanna let me go." He lets out a small groan as you feel your legs try to clamp down around him. He tsks his tongue annoyed, grabbing your thighs and forcing them open. "You begged for this, now keep those legs open."

You nod and try to keep your legs open desperately as you feel your orgasm coming on. "Satoru- 'mma cum I'm going too-" You squeeze your eyes shut tight and feel your thighs tremble with the force of the pleasure. A coiling heat wrapping around you like a snake. "Please- don't stop, no stopping!"

"Then open your eyes and look at me." He groans and grips your jaw, forcing you to look deep into his pale blue gaze. Tears stream down your face, struggling to stay open. "Fucking." Thrust. "Cum." Thrust. "On." Thrust. "Me." And with one more thrust you come undone.

The world shatters around you as you dig your nails into his back. Looking for any kind of leverage as he rocks into you. "That's it bueaitful." He coos as you whine and whimper. "Come undone." He smiles at you. When you're orgasm is done he doesn't stop.

"Wait Satoru I just came!" You whine overestimulated. Wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his back.

"I think this pretty pussy can squeeze out one more. Don't ya' think?" He asks with a smile as he keeps rocking his hips. "Cause I haven't cum yet."

1K notes · View notes

nanamis-bigtie · 11 months

Text

nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ one falling asleep with their head in the other's lap

❧ choso x gn!reader | cw: established relationship, alcohol ❧

"Sorry, Y/N." Ino scratches the back of his head, trying to look everywhere but at your face. "We really had no idea he'd be done with one beer."

You left Choso with the guys a half hour ago at best. You needed only a quick run to a drug store before you would meet with Nitta who promised to drop the both of you off at your place by the way. And your boyfriend only wanted to socialize with Yuji's seniors—like any good older brother would. It wasn't even a party, none of the heaviest drinkers were present, so you were sure this time no one would get an idea to test Choso's tolerance for various…substances. He was too eager to be dragged into party tricks, for his own demise. You hoped that at least this time you would find him in one piece.

Hope clearly hasn't even tried to cooperate with you tonight.

Nitta pats your back with an understanding smile as the others nudge Choso towards the back seat, "I've driven worse, don't worry."

With a sigh, you take place by Choso's side and throw shopping back on the shotgun. Cool air of November night has sobered him up a little; he adjusts his position straight and looks around, confused, until he meets your eyes—and smiles bright, like a lost child who's just found mother in the crowd.

"Sorry, Y/N, I—"

You tap his lips, shutting him down mid sentence, "I'm not mad. It's no one's fault. Just focus on sobering up and not messing Nitta's car, alright?"

Choso's gaze flicks down, towards your thighs, then quickly returns back to your eye level, the urging question pushed away before it even made it to his lips. For a big puppy he is, he's shy with affection, especially in front of others. You can't blame him—the labyrinth of human relations is difficult for someone who's spent a crushing majority of his life trapped in isolation.

"It's alright." You pat your lap with an invitation. "It will help you, right?"

One last look at Nitta's back later he's shimming closer, like a cat filling the limited space with himself until he's in his longed-for position. Lantern lights make the dark circles under his eyes stand out even more

Choso gasps under your touch, even too loud for a company on the third wheel in the front seat, and nuzzles into your palm. Drunk eyes have a problem with keeping focus, with each new blink he's falling closer to his previous state, until his happy-go-lucky smile has nothing to do with the bashful, introverted boyfriend he is without the alcoholic fuel.

"You're so cute, Y/N." He confesses, his words plain despite the maze spilled all over his burning face. "Your partner must be sooo lucky."

Nitta doesn't try to hide a loud snort, but you bite on the inner side of your cheek, equally amused and worried you might fit your laughter exactly in the second of sobriety.

You brush loose strands off his forehead, with a smile watching him finally giving in to the power of liquor, eyelids falling shut, breath easing into soft snores, "He is. The luckiest and happiest man in the world, I bet."

a/n: choso has the pathetic wet meow meow energy and I just couldn't stop myself from bullying him a little 🤭

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen scenario #jjk scenario #bas writes #jjk #choso #gender neutral reader

550 notes · View notes

tyudearyous · 2 months

Text

dilly dally - c.s

pairing : choi san x reader

genre : fluff, angst

wc : 880

author's note : was in the mood of writing and had this idea for quite some time now so why not? LESGOOO. also, everything here is fiction and isn't accurate to the person! differentiate reality and fiction okay!!

🎵 for lovers who hesitate - jannabi

masterlist

...

"choi san. how much are you going to drink?"

your nagging rings on san's head continuously while he takes sips after sips of the alcohol in front of him. it was a random saturday when he had the sudden urge to drink and lose it all. well, it was a coping mechanism perhaps? it was his favorite way of coping with all the feelings he's experiencing.

he loved your company and he wished he could have it all the time. however, you were just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

"do you remember when we first met?"

a sudden urge to reminisce came over to san. he was pretty much wasted at this point. he was smiling at you, as you tried to remember the events of the past.

"it has been ten years so you probably don't"

he laughed slightly while sulking. he doesn't understand it. why does his heart hurt when you don't remember the events of the past? why is he this bothered? and oh. i'm crying, he thought.

"wait, why are you crying? wait wait i'm sorry, i only remember a bit that's why i was hesitating, oh come on sannie let's not cry okay?"

you comforted him in panic. he was a big emotional dude but even so, you just didn't expect he'd shed tears out of nowhere. you went over the table to sit next to him and wipe off the tears that were running down his cheeks. he then nuzzled into your shoulders and continued sobbing for some time. you let him be, because that's what friends do. right?

"i wish you loved me like i do"

his confession made you froze on the spot. he likes you? your best friend of almost a decade, had feelings for you?

"it's okay, i don't expect anything hic but can you pat me right now? i'm not asking for too much right?"

san looked up to your frozen expression. he knew he was fighting a losing battle. he knew it all too well but he'd do anything even for a moment. he'd do everything.

"i made you uncomfortable right"

he chuckled before moving away from you and continued finishing the bottle of alcohol he drank from previously. his cheeks are flushed and tears kept streaming down his face.

"san, i-"

"it's okay. i'd rather you not say anything more. i know it's just me hic, so let's just be friends hic. nothing more nothing less."

you couldn't answer him any further. it was the truth, it was just him, you never really saw him in that light. except for that time when you did but you never had the guts to do anything. he was supposed to be out of your league. it was supposed to be that way.

the situation was uncomfortable for the both of you. you decided to just leave his apartment to not make the situation worsen.

"stop drinking, i'll take my leave and don't cry too much. you'll puff up"

and with that you took your leave. leaving san in his room, alone with his feelings and emotions all over the place. normally you'd stay but you couldn't that day. it was supposed to be this way, right?

the walk home was difficult. you had to take in the fact that your best friend had feelings for you but you never noticed it and heck, you even buried your own feelings just because you were convinced he was not someone attainable to you. but with the new revelation, everything felt like it became a mess.

...

"did you fight with san?"

it feels like you've heard that question hundreds if not thousands of time this past few weeks. after the whole confession, you couldn't approach san that easily anymore. he needed space and you too. you haven't talked to each other for weeks now and it was weird at first but it was for the better.

"no, why?"

you always acted nonchalant, without fail anytime asked you about san. however, this act of yours is far too noticeable in the end. how could you leave someone who has always been there for you so easily? how can you act alright if deep down, you're just a mess?

that's exactly how you end up finding yourself hovering over your phone, deciding to send san a text explaining everything. it was selfish but losing him was hard for you and you couldn't handle it. thus, you sent him the text, hoping he'd reply.

hours passed, days passed, weeks passed, still no response. it was clear enough for you. he didn't want to do anything with you anymore. it's not his fault, it was never his fault. it was never your fault either. it was simply how things should unfold. it's fine. it's better this way. it was genuinely better this way.

or was it? or was it just you trying to convince yourself? whatever it is, that was how you lost both your best friend and your first love.

the end. or is it the end?

#tyudearwrites #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fic #san #san fic #san x reader #choi san #choi san x reader #choi san fic #san fluff #san angst

79 notes · View notes

im-his-druidess · 1 year

Note

i’m so glad i found someone that writes about omegaverse it’s such a guilty pleasure of mine<33 do you have headcannons of an alpha otis driftwood helping his omega partner when she’s in heat??

I LOVE the Omegaverse! It's so much fun to play around with that AU and it's definitely one of my favorites ☺️ the other being Soulmate AUs which are *chef's kiss*

Alpha Otis Driftwood helping his Omega s.o. in Heat

Otis would absolutely act like it's a chore to take care of you during this time, but in reality he secretly loves it.

He loves the idea of you relying so completely on him and how you will wail for him if he doesn't take care of you in the middle of your Heat.

It fuels his ego in a way that leaves him hard and aching in his pants.

He'll try and complain and growl at you when you start trying to nest, yelling at you for stealing his clothes and blankets, but if you leave the room and come back you will find even more of his clothes and spare blankets dumped on your nest while he ignores you from the other side of the room. Intently staring at his latest art piece yet focused entirely on the way your scent spikes with happiness.

Would definitely choke back an answering pleased growl at your delighted chirp.

The closer it gets to your Heat the more antsy and aggressive Otis becomes.

Slaughtering victims with a frightening amount of sadism that he rarely displays. Usually content on "playing" with his prey instead of butchering them like he will during this time. Especially if any victim is a fellow Alpha. They are treated to his most vile and furious urges and instincts.

Everyone tends to stay clear of him, and you, the closer your Heat is. (Everyone probably except Baby. She thinks Otis is hilarious during this time)

It will get to the point where he never wants you to leave the room, except for the bathroom, and he even grumbles the entire time you take a shower. He will bring food up to you and hand feed you to appease some of his more basic instincts to take care of you.

Otis will start stockpiling food and water in your room, scenting over the entire space almost hourly, and yes that includes scenting you as well. Huffing and growling the entire time like an angry bear.

He won't have sex with you as much in the lead up to your Heat, his Alpha hindbrain more focused on preparing for the actual Heat to start, but he will grope and pet you heavily. Leaving lots of teeth marks, hand-shaped bruises, and hickies on you.

Will absolutely still make you blow him or fuck between your thighs when he's particularly worked up.

Once your Heat actually starts then his possessiveness goes through the roof.

He doesn't let anyone near the door of the room, except maybe Mama Firefly on occasion, and you barely are able to leave to use the bathroom.

He is extremely attentive, but will stay his usual grumpy and surly self. Growling at you when you try to leave the nest, plopping completely on top of you once you return to cover you back in his scent, and will bite you everywhere hard enough to bleed.

Swatting at your backside when you try to wiggle free.

He'll lazily clean you up once you get too filthy (meaning you whine and beg him enough for him to agree) but he will use that time as an excuse to check over your wounds and grab you more water or even force feed you. Possibly letting you sit on his cock the entire time you sip on water and eat to help keep you calm and him focused.

(I don't have to mention the brutal fuckfest that will happen the entirety of your Heat.)

When you start nearing the end, when you are mostly exhausted and limp, he will let himself be a bit more soft and gentle with your aching body.

Leaving more kiss marks than bite marks. Nuzzling into you while you nap. Will even pet over your hair and back. Might even let Baby bring him an icepack to place between your legs to help with the soreness.

Of course he might slip out some words of endearments, whisper declarations of love into your skin, but will deny this moment of softness if you call him out on it.

294 notes · View notes

drowningyoursorrow · 1 year

Text

CULTURE OF DISHONESTY

james patrick march x gn! reader / kai anderson x gn! reader

You were married to James for as long as you could remember, before and after he built the hotel. But as time grew, you knew he fell in love with another, the Countess he called her. You heard of their dinners together, but if you left, you'd have nothing. You gave it all up for James and his dark secrets, died alongside him. What will you do now?

!!!: mentions of death, murder, cheating, minor nsfw mentions, alcohol consumption W/C: 2.5k

You've been dead for nearly a century, and most of the time the halls of the Hotel Cortez were dead silent. Besides the moments from time to time when people were being murdered, and you could hear their screams. You've grown used to it, most of the time avoiding the areas where they came from. Although you died a while back, unlike James, you decided to try to keep up with the new eras and trends. James didn't seem to mind because he told you he loved your “ivory soul” and not how you appear.

Now you just laugh at the memory of it, ever since you've heard of his affair you've been looking into it. Of course, James believed you were oblivious to his own endeavors since you don't pry into his business. You've discovered that The Countess was purely the opposite of you, she was breathtaking, but you could tell her heart was cold. At first, you were insanely jealous and cried to yourself for weeks, but now, it just feels like a light sting. Of course, you still loved James and you loathed it because your heart still yearns from him like before.

You wish you would've at least grew out of love with him over tie like he did with you, maybe replace him or something. But you can't see yourself with any man other than James, you've decided to try to be distant to help. It has been working lately, you don't feel the urge to have to see him every second of your day anymore. But you assumed that since James has to keep up his act that he's still infatuated with you, he checks up on you.

Surprisingly, he noticed that you were no longer clinging onto his arm everywhere he went. Since he usually never really did acknowledge you even when you did do that, just growing accustomed to the feeling. As you were getting prepared to head to the bar, to drink your own pitiful sorrows away. James appeared, typically he was off wooing the countess or doing his killings, you've figured out his plans to avoid him. You were wearing something on the fancier side, deciding it'd best to look expensive while you have your mental breakdown.

He halted in his steps as he studied your get-up, often you didn't wear anything fancy since it wasn't really the style anymore. You felt relieved now since you didn't blush under his gaze anymore and just gave him an unimpressed look. He strode toward where you were and stood behind you and smoothed his hands across your sides. Nuzzling his head into the side of your neck, "you look ravishing, dearest. It feels like forever since I have seen you dress so eloquently."

You felt a certain distaste in your mouth as his hands touched you, knowing that he was doing this with someone else. So, you gently removed his hands off of you and stepped away from him, still facing away. Grabbing the rest of your necessities, "thank you, James." You paused, unsure of what else to say to brush him off, "I'm sorry, but I was just heading off somewhere. Maybe we can chat when I get back, hm?"

"Well, where are you heading? Maybe I can accompany you, may I remind you, I do own this hotel. I know all the secret and wonderful places." He spoke at you eagerly, going near you once more, holding out his arm so you could take it like you'd usually do. "Yes, I know James, I was there with you. But I was looking forward to spending some time with myself." James gave you a quizzical look, confused that you rejected his offer, usually you'd take every chance to be with him.

He rested his arm back to his side, thinking, "but we haven't spent a lot of time together recently, we better catch up on the days we've missed!" He was grinning at you now, the idea of you not wanting to be with him simply not registering for him. Him mentioning that you two not spending time together humored you, he was the reason for it. Always brushing off both of yours plans to go and be with the Countess, telling you he had business to attend to. "James, maybe another night? I must be going now, I'll see you when I return."

You gave him one last glance, his eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was evident on his features. For a moment you thought he looked, hurt, upset even. The idea made you laugh, surely he wouldn't be, he had no right to be. With that, you slammed the door and headed off to your destination, trying to stop the unconscious tears welling up in your eyes. "You're just being ridiculous, he doesn't care."

You made your way to the bar, it was empty as usual, and so you situated yourself more in the front. Liz knew of your current predicament and only could pity you, never bothering you when you did drunkenly sob about it. She gave you your usual bourbon before asking, "what happened this time, sweetie?" "You know, he pretended to care and acted sad when I didn't want to spend time with him. Like as if he wasn't blowing me off, so he could go be with her." You chugged the drink, the strong taste not bothering you, but there was a faint sting.

Although you've been trying not to bother yourself with your feelings of the situation, it still always made your heart squeeze. "Why does he even still try? Why can't he just go and tell me he doesn't want me anymore? Just give me some piece of mind." "Maybe you keep him grounded? You did stick by his side with everything, so if you were to just be gone it would feel… Unnatural. He never did like anything out of order." You chugged more of the bourbon she gave you, looking at the liquid, laughing that you were drinking his drink.

You were always a lightweight, no matter how much you'd drink, and how you never got used to how strong the liquid was. You rested your head on your hand as you stared at the empty glasses, "Him cheating on me is out of order, like if I had the guts I'd like to punch him or something." Liz smirked at your remark, before noticing someone take a seat at the bar. You slumped over and buried your head in your arms, hearing the faint voice of a man beside you.

In your hazy mind you thought of the affair, deciding if he's cheating on you, maybe you can cheat on him. That'll give him a reason to end it with you, since you were too scared to do it yourself. You peeked up to stare at the mysterious man, he was fairly lean but muscular. He was the opposite of James, and it enticed you, he had blue hair that hung above his shoulders. He sported a gray turtleneck paired with a black leather coat.

Unusual, but you had no right to judge, you look like you just attended the met gala. He had an intense gaze before he flicked his eyes at you, you didn't flinch. So you two just stared at each other, him sipping his drink as you both studied one another. It looked like he was judging your outfit as well, looking up at you with a really? look. You grinned and nodded your head sheepishly, he shifted to the seat right next to you and looked down at you.

"What's with the formal wear?" He spoke in a teasing tone yet it sounded soft and gruff at the same time. He was smiling at you amused, "well, just felt the need to look exquisite while I get insanely drunk. The usual." He laughed at your response, shaking his head as he chugged the rest of his drink. "What's with you? You look like you're about to mug someone."

You hiccuped while you giggled at yourself, but his gaze shifted to something serious as he looked at you. Before switching back to charming, "maybe I am?" "Wait wait, no offense, but why are you in a hotel like this? You look like a motel type of person." "Looked shady from the outside, so I went in, and it was the opposite. Got tricked, I guess?" You furrowed your brows, you haven't really seen the outside of the place in a while, being dead and all.

He looked at you some more, although you're dressed normally, he had a sense that you were different. You wore your hair old timely and had a bit of an accent to you, like those people in those old Hollywood films. "I'm Y/N by the way, in case you were wondering." You interrupted him, he was looking at you too much, your tone was sluggish yet serious in a way. "I'm Kai, Kai Anderson."

He brought his hand out to you, you shook it firmly, giggling because you haven't done that in a while. He seemed amused at your drunken state of mind, "do you live here, or?" "Hm, yeah, been staying here for a while. Wouldn't recommend." "Then why are you still here?" "Commitment, I am no quitter." He didn't look satisfied with your answer, looking frustrated for a quick second before he smiled at you.

"I was actually planning on to stay here for a while, you want to show me all the good spots?" You smiled at that, you two were unconsciously leaning against each other, you just now noticed. So you shifted back to your original spot, Kai giving you a confused look but not saying anything. "Yeah, I can, I know all the juicy spots." "Juicy?" "Isn't that like... a slang?" "Not anymore."

You cringed at yourself, maybe you need to reeducate yourself again. "Well, I know some pretty amazing spots, nice and quiet." He hummed at your response, swigging one last drink before he stood up. "Maybe when you're sober." With that, he headed to the elevators, giving you one last wave before he was gone.

You cheekily smiled at yourself, feeling accomplished, feeling Liz's eyes on you, looking impressed. You felt smug and sloppily sat up, walking to the elevator in unsteady steps. Waving at her and stepping into the elevator. You made your way to yours and James room, opening it, surprised to see him sitting at his desk.

Usually he was gone whenever you returned from whatever you were doing, if he did come back it was only for a second. You ignored him and made your way to the bed and flopped down on your back, feeling the sheets. You wonder if he ever brought her back here, using his suite to woo her, or something. You heard him stand up, making his way over to you to tower over you as he studied your drunken state. "My beloved, were you at the bar?"

You pretended to think, "why yes, James, twas at the bar. Where else would I go?" He studied you once more, you both knew that you only drank whenever you were upset. But he decided not to say anything and sat next to you, "Is something the matter? You've been shaking me off lately." You thought of his question, yes, yes there is a problem, you're cheating on me, so I'm drinking to not think about it. "No, not at all. All is swell."

You giggled to yourself as you kicked your shoes off, knowing your answer was agitating him. "Who were you with at the bar?" You stilled, although you weren't doing anything wrong, the way he asked you bothered you. His tone was stern, and you knew if you looked at him, he would have his souless stare. There would be no use in lying, he had eyes everywhere, but he wouldn't really watch over you.

Suddenly sober, you asked, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No, James, I do not, elaborate." "I saw you at the bar with someone. A strange looking man to be exact." "He's not strange, and why are you watching me?"

The question made James falter and he seemed to be thinking, "well, you being curt earlier had me worried so I went to see what you were doing." "Oh my god, you stalked me." "No, I wasn't stalking you, I was just checking to see if you were alright and safe." "That's what a stalker would say." "No matter that, what were you doing with him?"

"Drinking, I was alone, and he randomly showed up and talked to me, we're drinking buddies now." "Well quit it." You sat up with him, scooting away from him as you glared at him. He was avoiding your gaze, but he looked equally frustrated with you as you were with him. "Quit what exactly, James? Drinking with someone? You do it all the time, why can't I?"

"It's different." "How is it different, James? Hm? Am I only supposed to drink with you now? I want you to know how unfair that is." He flicked his glare toward you but kept his temper, "It's business matters that's why, and he was flirting with you!" "No he wasn't! You know what I can't with you, I am tired." You weren't, but you needed to get your point across, "we can talk about this tomorrow."

James looked as if he was going to protest but held his tongue watching you curl away from him on the bed. Not bothering to change, his expression saddened as he laid down beside you. Not changing, either, he faced away from you on the bed. You felt bad for having him worried, but you wanted him to feel how you’ve felt for the past months. "Goodnight James, I love you."

There was no response, only a huff, and with that you closed your eyes as tears began to fall. The feeling of your failed marriage finally hitting you and James secluded life from you. Maybe Kai could help you tomorrow, you felt comfort with the stranger as you thought of tomorrow. You still silently cried because you could feel the remaining love that bloomed for James, no matter what. What you didn't know was James could feel you crying next to him, but his pride held him back from saying anything.

As he finally felt you fall to rest, he sat up and stared down at your sleeping figure, holding empathy and guilt. He knew he had no right to be upset with who you were talking to. The guilt soon finally hit as he curled himself next to you, recalling all the times he blew you off to be with someone else. The times he would lay with her because of her beauty, but your warmth was different from hers, he felt more safe and secure, but he was in too deep.

"Goodnight dearest, I love you too."

..............................................................................................................................

- Had to make a story with both of my favorites - Possibly going to make more parts (I'm lying) - Not proofread in any way - The titles not a song, just a creative saying I saw

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

115 notes · View notes

shadeysprings · 2 years

Text

Rebound - Part III

—DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your night of wallowing in your misery takes a different turn when your dad’s best friend bumps into you at the bar.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon undertones, oral sex with fingers at play, unprotected sex, age gap (around 20-25 years), kinda SoftDark!Joel but also nah, gaslighting & predatory vibes. Use the warnings wisely and tread carefully.

A/N: Monday is unfortunately here again but I hope y'all have a good week ahead. Stay hydrated, my fellow hoes also make good choices! Also, just wanna put out that your likes don't really do much for me. If you like and support my work, a reblog and/or comment would help me a lot more. Thank you!

Your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. Support Content Creators! And of course, I hope y’all enjoy!❤️

— Previous Chapter

Stripped down to nothing but your shirt and your panties, you sit still and watch Joel as he gently presses the damp cloth against your stinging soles. He’s calm—for now, and you push away any thoughts of fighting back, the ache pulsing through your cheek acting as a solid reminder of the anger and violence he hides within.

Yet the fear keeps a tight grip on you as you see his eyes rove up the length of your legs, hearing him release a shuddering breath when he exhales heavily, your fingers digging into your duvet upon noticing his eyes grow darker, hunger swimming in those hazel orbs as they land on the apex of your thighs.

It’s still unclear to you why he’s doing this. Why the man you’ve known for years and have treated like family, someone you trusted with your life chooses to hurt you in the most sinister and sickening way.

It has your thoughts flitting to your dad, the one who introduced you to this man, wanting to run to him and reveal to him the true colors of the one he calls his best friend. But you know not how or when you’ll be able to get the chance to do so, or worse, you don’t know if he would believe you of your confession.

Doubts begin swirling in your head, the anxiety closing in that you shudder at the image of your father being ignorant to his friend’s sins. Because how can he believe you when you can’t even believe it yourself—that Joel would do such a thing and such quick succession, leaving you in a constant state of confusion addled with dread.

A ticklish sensation running up the inside of your calf takes you away from your thoughts and you stare in horror, freezing in your seat when Joel sets down the cloth and spreads your legs wide, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his lips trail soft kisses against your skin.

“Joel—” you whimper when he nears your cunt, “What are you doing?”

“Hush, baby,” he whispers while nuzzling his nose against the cotton of your panties. “I just want to make you feel good, make you feel better.”

You push your hands against his shoulders, urging to stop when he laps his tongue against your clothed cunt, dampening the fabric. A squeal of shock then leaves your lips when he hooks his fingers on its waistband and effortlessly slips them down your legs and off your ankles. You try to kick him away, wriggling yourself off the bed but your strength is no match with his as he easily grabs your leg and pulls you back to him on the edge of the mattress.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Joel chuckles darkly and you whine when he hooks his arms underneath your thighs and presses his palm down your abdomen, effectively locking you in place and pinning you down on the bed. “I’m over here.”

“Please—Joel,” you plead, tears rolling down the side of your face. “Please stop—I don’t want any of this.”

“But how would you know what you want when I haven’t even started yet?” He smirks and doesn’t even give you a chance to respond as he proceeds to press a languid kiss against your clit before circling the tip of his tongue around it.

Gasps and moans leave your lips, shame washing over you as the sense of pleasure takes over your entire being. His beard tickles your skin, rubbing it raw as he sucks on your precious bud hard and your hand constantly pushes against his shoulders, slapping his head stop him from his depravity. But even then he’s unfettered by your assault and only responds with a low growl.

Your lips part and your breath hitches, desire blooming deep in your core when he teases your slit with his thick finger. Slowly, he pushes it in and you grab onto his dark locks, pulling on them hard as your pussy takes him, sucks him in and you whine when he adds another, the thick digits stretching you wide as he plunges them deep to the knuckle.

A battle between your mind and body then erupts from within, the desire to push him away yet at the same time, to pull him close as you slowly begin climbing your peak. Your pelvis moves on their own accord, fucking yourself against his hand and his mouth with your mind going blank as all you can think of is chasing your release.

“That’s it, baby—” he mumbles against your mound, trailing soft kisses on the expanse of your hips as he quickens the movement of his hand, moaning incoherently when his fingertips poke against your sweet spot, your body rising further and further as your core curdles and your spine ripples in want. “Take what you want from me.” He coaxes you further, hand gripping hard on your thigh and lips circling back around your clit, sucking hungrily, tongue flicking and fueling further the fire burning within.

Your eyes then blow wide and your pussy lips flutter around his digits when you finally reach your peak and come hard on his hand. Your toes curl as your essence gushes out of you, coating his digits, your chest heaving as you slowly come down from your high and lay limp on the bed, strings of moans slipping past your lips as Joel continues to thrust his fingers in deep.

He pulls away and you close your eyes, breathing heavy as a sense of relief takes over you upon thinking that the worse has already pass. But your respite is disturbed when you feel your shirt slipping up your body, your bra following its wake and a chill of the air kissing your skin when you’re left naked on the bed.

“You say you don’t want this but your body tells me the opposite, baby,” he drones against your hair, feeling him press a kiss at the crown of your head.

You try to open your eyes but the exhaustion makes your movements sluggish. Still, it doesn’t stop you from hearing the rustle of clothing and feeling the bed dip, your lips trembling when Joel leans down and runs his lips up your sternum. His hands trail up the sides of your waist then cup the underside of your tit, teeth nibbling on the plump flesh before latching his lips around your stiff nipple and sucking on them softly.

“No more—please,” you beg, moving your hands to push him away once more.

But such efforts are fruitless when his mouth leaves your chest, but not after biting the skin, trailing it up to your neck. You groan when you’re turned to your side and feel Joel’s naked chest press against your back.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, baby—” he breathes against your ear, your breath hitching when he wraps an arm around you and his fingers framing your neck, effectively pulling you closer to him. “And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

You moan when you feel the tip of his length prodding against your slickened pussy, your hand grabbing onto his wrist by your neck and the other reaching down to push his pelvis away. But once more, you’re helpless against his persistence, your fingers digging onto his flesh instead when he finds your entrance, a cry of despair escaping you all the same as he finally impales you with his cock.

I no longer keep a tag list but if you want to be kept updated on my fics, follow my side blog @springlibrary and turn on notifications.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #dark joel miller #dark!joel miller #dbf!joel miller #the last of us #au #rebound #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal imagine #dark fic #joel miller fanfiction #shadeysprings fics

310 notes · View notes

necros-writing-stuff · 1 year

Note

Yaaay Necro is back! Drop us some more Eden or Dare content to drool over! MOOOOOAAAARRR!!! It's never enufff!! Neverr!! Also someday can't promise when I'll get around making fanart for both and you'll be the first to see! If only my brain can pump some juice oho~ pump

More is always coming, don't you worry! Also I'd be honored to see the art, thank you very much for loving Dare enough to do that!

Okay okay so. Old dog man Darius. Retired (fired) police dog. Caucasian Shepherd.

Was a great working dog until one day he turned around and savaged his handlers arm. No one could figure out why, and he was about to be euthanized, until you came along and promised that you could safely house and care for him.

These dog people are much more intelligent than the general public believes, you know that. It's cruel how they're treated. The least you can do for Darius is provide him a safe place to recuperate until he can find a permanent home.

Or rather, that was the plan. Darius decided he'd never be leaving. This is his home now, and more importantly, you're his fucking mate.

The neighbours shudder in fear everytime they pass, Dare's ever watchful gaze glaring at them from the window. Any one of them could be a threat. His skin itches, the urge to snarl and bark to make them all leave powerful in his mind. But he's aware you could get evicted for that. So he stays in his spot, watching.

When he's not at the window, he's following you around. Satisfied and content as you make his food, always the absolute best diet you can manage for him. Always delicious. You aren't afraid to pet him, either, scratching at his chin before he rests it on top of your head so he can better see what your hands do as you work away at the stove.

He can't help how he hardens when you're so close. He's from a good breeding line, so he was never neutered like many other dog men. Your empathy for him and acknowledgement of his intellect stopped you from chopping the boys off, too. You could have. Hell, the vet recommended it.

But you ignore his less than sneaky humping at your backside. Just gentle little motions at first, testing you to see how you'll react. Most of the time you do act like nothing is happening, other times you give an excuse of needing your space for this or that to make Dare back away.

He's frustrated, you'd argue to yourself. He doesn't fully comprehend what he's doing. Not like dog people are taught sex ed like humans are. You add it to your list of things to approach him with. He's a diligent student in that class, already surprisingly knowledgeable in some parts but missing gaps elsewhere. His dry humping doesn't cease. If anything, now he's becoming bolder. Nuzzling against your neck, licking at the skin there and giving you hopeful eyes. But the answer is still no.

You're his guardian. You own him by law for God's sake. It's not fair. But maybe you can find him another dog person to be with, someone who wouldn't have power over the sweet old dog man.

It was the morning he woke up to find you cooking in nothing but one of his shirts that he snapped and just gave in altogether. Not the best mental health week for you. You'd lacked on laundry, he didn't know how the machine worked (you'd tried explaining, he just "never got it" - aka, didnt want to), so you'd thrown on one of his clean t-shirts to sleep. You'd do the washing today, had to, but breakfast was always first.

Poor thing. So tired, so lost in your own head that you aren't aware of the looming body behind. Darius practically salivated at what he was seeing, his tail wagging and his ears pricked forward. He's not one for oggling legs, they're just a body part, but yours look amazing that morning. There was no hesitation as he sank to his knees behind you, lifting the hem of his shirt to expose your core to his hungry eyes.

People ask you all of the time if you're scared that if Darius, as big and strong as he is, decided to attack you, you wouldn't be able to fight him off. You'd always laughed it off. You weren't now. Not with his hot tongue lapping incessantly against your hole, one arm pinning you to the counter (and keeping you bent at an angle) as the other holds a leg still. No, you're stuck whimpering and moaning.

The sounds it makes is obscene, the wet smacks too loud in your ears. Darius is ravenous in how he devours you, how his tongue pokes, prods and flicks, his lips suckling and kissing until your legs feel weak and you orgasm right there against the counter. Darius has to slowly lower you to the floor with him, pulling you into his lap as you both catch your breath.

"You-you can't do that again, Dare. It's not okay, its-"

"Mates take care of each other, no? You're less stressed now, aren't you? What's the big deal?"

There's no getting through to him. Not a chance. He's a dog with a bone, and he certainly has a resource guarding issue.

#spill your guts #zeozzo #darius radner #not dol #'nw grapefruit'#'nw monster people'#gn reader

75 notes · View notes

voiceoffenrisulfr · 3 months

Text

Magic and Madness - Chapter Four

It is the Green-Eyed Monster Which Doth Mock the Meat it Feeds On.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Tony acts like Tony, and Stephen gets caught out.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3335

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) CW: flirting with someone else, ED mentions (Nat), guilt, alcoholism, internalised homophobia. And smut. All the smut. All the time.

𝐀/𝐍 -> A Companion Piece to Multitudes, running relatively adjacent as of chapter thirteen (here), exploring the relationship of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. This chapter corresponds to Multitudes chapter fifteen. Don't worry, the next chapter picks up... Oh, about two hours after this one ends. ;)

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Dividers come from yours truly.

<- Previous Chapter (3/46) Next Chapter (5/46) ->

“Doctor Banner requests everyone’s attendance as a show of support and in order to discuss a development in Ms. Romanoff’s treatment. Please present for dinner thirty minutes earlier than usual in order to have a frank conversation regarding unacceptable permissiveness of problematic behaviour.”

Tony groaned, slinging an arm over his eyes. “Friday, I created you. I’m pretty certain I give the orders around here.”

“Yeah you do,” I muttered with a hum, nuzzling closer to his throat, and he laughed in shock, lips brushing my hair.

“Stephen Strange, how uncouth.”

I snorted tiredly, kissing the pulse thrumming beneath my mouth. “Shhh… It’s time to sleep, Stark.”

His fingers caressed my spine lightly, still bare, leaving a line of heat in his wake. “We probably shouldn’t. It sounds serious.”

“Yeah,” I sighed reluctantly, but found myself shuffling closer despite myself.

“Maybe we should cook something… It would be nice to show we care, right?”

We. We. We.

Please never stop saying that.

“I… Clint once gave me some of his goulash. Told me I’d know when to use it. I think that time is now,” I murmured against his skin, arm cinching tighter around his waist.

I’m scared to leave this paradise we have made. I know what we are outside of this bed, and I can’t do that. Not yet. Not now. Please.

“… I have already cooked this week. Think you can do your Sparkles stuff and take me to In-N-Out? Everybody loves cheeseburgers, right? … Man, I’d kill for a cheeseburger right now.”

I laughed, intrepid fingers trailing the hills and valleys of his ribcage. “You got it. …We have time, though, right?”

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” he purred, twitching closer.

Sweetheart.

I snorted, shaking my head fondly. “Sleep?” His face fell despite himself, and I grinned wickedly. “Though I do recall you essentially begging that I frequent the space between your legs far more often…”

“That. I choose that. Please.”

“Four hours… .015 BAC reduction per hour since imbibing… Nope. You’re sitting around… 0.14.”

“You short-changed me?” he muttered, and I winced, but he simply snorted. “Keep it .20 or over, and I don’t care. I can drink the difference.”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “You’re missing the key point here. I’m spending absolutely no time between your legs when you’re legally intoxicated.”

He sighed, but laced his fingers in mine, pressing them to his forehead as his hips twitched. “Get it done, Sparkles.”

As much as he found very evident relief in my ministrations – or, as he so delightfully and filthily phrased it as his back arched and he jerked desperately, the fact that I could apparently ‘suck that cock like a goddamn pro’ – his reprieve was undeniable when I carefully inched his blood alcohol back up.

Hate. Wrong. No.

"Hi, can I have... I don’t know. Some. Thirty? Let’s say thirty. Thirty cheeseburgers. To go.”

“… You’re Tony Stark. You’re Iron Man. At In-N-Out Burger. Iron Man is at In-N-Out Burger.”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, resisting the urge to snarl at the girl barely out of teenagehood and trailing her gaze across the individual I was quickly coming to consider mine, despite how ill-advised that may be.

“If I give you an autograph, can I get the burgers faster?” he purred, leaning forward on the counter as he pushed the sunglasses up his forehead to meet her eye, and she blushed.

“I-I-I’d love that! Ohmigosh, thank you!” she giggled, twisting her hair around her finger.

…Seriously?

He paid and pulled a pen from his pocket, the cap balanced between his teeth as he scrawled his name at the bottom of the receipt, presenting it with a flourish. “For you… Lola,” he added, grinning as his eyes flicked to her name badge, and she turned a deeper crimson as I fought the temptation to kill everyone in the room and then myself.

Pacifist. I’m a pacifist. We’re not even dating, right? And he’s single. To the outside world, he’s single. And straight. And definitely not mine. Nope. Not mine.

… Damn it all, I wish he was mine.

My hands shook as I formed the portal in the alley, taking us directly to the dining room. Tony only raised an eyebrow before I started to move again, muttering about picking something up from the Sanctum.

“… I’ll be right back. I brought burgers.”

He ducked through behind me before I could close the damned thing, raising an eyebrow. “Doctor Strange, are you trying to avoid me?”

“I’m picking up goulash,” I muttered, turning away petulantly to root through my poorly stocked freezer – but his hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back to his chest.

“No no, sweet boy. You tried to drop me off first, rather than steal a few extra minutes with me. I’m not stupid.” Really? Feels like it. “What’s going on?”

I growled as I tugged back, feeling for all the world like a dramatic child, but unable to reign in my annoyance and jealousy. “Nothing. I don’t owe you anything, and you don’t owe me anything, right? So forget it.”

He blinked in surprise, fingers releasing me, and I stepped back. “… Is… Is this about the girl?” My jaw rolled in anger, and he laughed, moving toward me. “Stephen, I-”

“No. You don’t have to explain yourself, Stark. I understand completely.”

I’m your dirty, shameful secret.

“You’re sexy when you’re jealous,” he purred, inching nearer.

“Fuck you.”

“Even sexier when you’re mad.” My back bumped the counter, and his hands found the surface either side of me as he smirked. “Stephen, I am, very publicly, not… I mean, to the world, I like girls. But outside of the public eye… Well, I like you. Is that not enough? I flirted with her to get us out of there faster. To get you here, faster. To be with you, you goddamn idiot.”

Startled, I stammered wordlessly, then scowled. “That would mean more if you weren’t intoxicated, Stark.”

“What do I get if I let you make me entirely sober?” he murmured, lips tracing the curve of my throat. “I’d say it all again without a drop in my system.”

Anything. Everything. I’d do anything to hear you tell me you care about me without that stuff inside you.

“Anything,” I whispered, head falling back, before I flushed with panic. “I-I mean, I…”

“Anything, huh?” he snorted, hands finding my backside to slide me onto the counter, positioning himself between my thighs. “Well, that is incredibly tempting.” He was only a few inches shorter than I was, and almost definitely stronger, but I was still impressed – and aroused – by how easily he lifted me.

I wonder if he could throw me. Ideally onto a bed.

“…Fine.”

“Wh- huh?” I stammered, distracted by my own train of thought. Please break me. I’ll die a happy man.

“Sober me up, and I’ll tell you how much you mean to me. Or I’ll sob like a child – one of those two things,” he snorted, shaking his head. I hesitated, and he rolled his eyes, pressing my hand to his forehead.

“I’m waiting, Strange.”

I was getting far too adept at cleansing his system, and he winced as he blinked his eyes open.

“… I regret every choice that led me to this point… E-except you,” he added, glancing at me as his face reddened. “… I… You mean a lot to me, Stephen. A real lot, and certainly more than a girl in a fast-food restaurant. Or any restaurant – any… Any girl, Stephen. Dear God, this is hard. Is it always this hard? I miss being drunk,” he muttered, shaking his head firmly. “Stephen Strange, you maddening bastard, I can definitely see myself falling in love with you, okay? Okay. Awesome. Whiskey?”

I blinked in surprise as he moved away, hands shaking as he scoured my cupboards desperately. “Uh… You know I can…”

“That’s not exactly fair of me, is it?” he quipped, jaw tight. “Do you have any alcohol? How do you not have any alcohol?”

“There’s beer in the refrigerator, but-”

He raided the fridge desperately, using the metal edge around his wrist to pop the top and taking a long drink.

… Jesus, Stark. It’s that bad?

… Did he custom-make a bracelet for opening bottles? He’s… What a devastating waste of talent.

“Tony, can you just stop for a second?” I laughed hollowly, finally sliding from the counter to tug him closer by his shirt. “Just one kiss. One sober kiss?”

He hesitated briefly, chest trembling under my fingertips before his mouth met mine with a growl and a desperate groan. “I don’t have to see myself falling in love with you, Tony,” I breathed as we drew apart, my arms wrapping tightly around him to press my chin to his hair. “I am falling in love with you. My poor, sweet boy. I just want to help you.”

He sobbed at last, fingers clenching in the back of my shirt, and I held him harder. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m not… I… I’m not strong enough. Please, Stephen. Please.”

“I know, honey. It’s okay. I’ve got you – we’ve got this, okay? Together, I promise. I’ll always be here, no matter how long it takes, do you hear me?”

He wept freely against my chest as his knees gave way, and I let him shift to the floor, pulling him onto my lap and humming softly as I rocked his shaking body.

“… I hate this.”

“I know, Tony.”

“I don’t want to ask.”

I sighed, closing my eyes against my own pain as I pressed my lips to his forehead, the incantation falling easily. “You don’t have to, my dearest.”

He let out a soft whimper of relief, and I expected him to immediately scamper away – but he only curled closer, sniffling pitifully. “…. I… I’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay,” I murmured, hands still smoothing his back lightly.

“… Did you mean it?”

“Without a doubt.”

“… How?”

I drew back in surprise, and he flinched, red, tearstained face ducking. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“How can you… I mean, look at me, Stephen. I’m not exactly what you… What people grow up dreaming about,” he muttered, waving a hand at himself tiredly, and I snorted.

“You’re all I’ve dreamt about for longer than I’d care to admit, Stark,” I admitted quietly, fingers entwining with his. “I know everything you’ve ever done, and you’re still the one I want.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I’m a magician with numb legs, and we’re late to dinner. Now get off me, Stark. The sooner this is over, the sooner I finally get to wake up next to you.”

He smirked as he got to his feet, offering me his hand with a courteous bow.

I didn’t realise it had gotten so bad again, I reflected, wincing, Tony’s hand tracing gentle but distracting patterns on my knee.

Bruce had given us a quick rundown – and snorted at the fact that every single person, without fail or exception, had brought food to a meeting about someone who famously struggled to eat. We sat chagrined around the table, my own thoughts recalling helping her avoid Tony’s macaroni and cheese. I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty – her distress and terror seemed profoundly genuine – but I knew I should have encouraged her to talk to someone.

I was distracted. Again. Thinking about him. …Am I terrible person? A terrible friend?

“Essentially, if you see something, say something,” Bruce finished, glancing around to a chorus of nods and murmurs of regret.

It seems I’m not the only one who let her get away with things she perhaps shouldn’t have.

“Hey, guys.”

My gaze shot up, fixing on the red band loose on her bony wrist as she waved, and I flinched.

A heavy, awkward silence followed, and Tony picked up his glass as he cleared his throat. At least he’s taking his time with this one… It’s still only his first. That’s an improvement, right?

“Eat a goddamn cheeseburger, Nat,” he snorted, taking a sip, and I winced in horror, along with Clint and around half of the others gathered – but she only laughed.

“Actually, I’d love one, if that’s a genuine offer.”

Oh, Natasha. I’m so proud of you.

There was a flurry of movement, serving dishes uncovered, a veritable feast spread across the table, and Tony picked up an individually-wrapped burger with a relish. “This lot have been cooking a bunch of what they like to call ‘real food’, but I went to In-N-Out. I cooked yesterday; that’s me done for the next month, at least.”

Yeah, that’s the exact reason you got fast food…

My hand traced his thigh, and he swallowed dryly, jaw twitching.

Wincing, I went to move away, concerned I’d accidentally angered him – but he grasped my fingers with his, keeping me exactly where I was, and I had to bite back a smile.

She rounded the table to sit beside him with a grin, reaching for a burger of her own.

I watched for a heartbeat, impressed, until Nick began to talk to her about her restricted duties until she was able to return to missions – level three or above – and I faded fully into the feeling of Tony’s thumb lightly caressing the back of my hand.

… Yeah. I’m definitely falling in love with him. Damn.

… I wonder how long I should wait before just giving in and letting him have his way with me. And how much I can reduce that without seeming too desperate.

Can it be yesterday?

No… I should definitely wait until he’s sober.

Though he was sober earlier, right? Maybe we can do that again.

Or should be sober-sober? Not just… Not actively inebriated?

Would it be right to sleep with him while he still harbours so much self-hatred?

... Can I stop myself?

Nat’s laugh jarred me from my thoughts, and I reluctantly tried a mouthful of the goulash I had no memory of serving myself. …I’ll be the first to admit it, this really is good. Well done, Clint.

He met my eyes with gracious nod, and I smiled softly.

Natasha snorted as I dropped my gaze one more. “You’re really selling it, Nick,” she muttered, before pausing and groaning. “Okay, I get it. I’d make a trip for this – and, as we all know… I don’t eat.”

Tony spluttered into his drink, and I moved instinctively, fingers shifting from his to the space between his shoulder blades, determinedly keeping my eyes on my bowl.

My thoughts would, without a doubt, be all over my face right now. Definitely better not to look at him. As much as I really, really want to.

Natasha and Clint were amongst the first to leave, though nobody complained, given her valiant attempt at eating. Bruce watched them with a fond smile before he adjourned shortly after, followed by Wanda and Vision, Shuri and T’Challa, Steven, Nick…

But Thor just kept eating, making it difficult – impossible – for Tony and I to leave together, and I stood with a reluctant sigh. “I… Suppose I should head back to the Sanctum,” I muttered, and the engineer nodded impassively.

“Goodnight, Doctor Strange.”

“Farewell, Stephen.”

The portal opened, and I stepped through reluctantly, sighing again as I found myself alone in my room and pulling my shirt over my head. “I was profoundly looking forward to waking up with him,” I muttered under my breath, tugging my phone from my slacks as it beeped.

I’m guessing I’ll see you shortly. On my way up now. Wear something considerably more comfortable… And easier to take off. - T x

I swallowed dryly, quickly tugging on some sweatpants I’d all but forgotten I owned, and a hoodie hanging at the back of my closet being pulled over my bare chest, hands shaking with anticipation as I made a new portal. “Why didn’t I think about the fact that I can make more than one?” I sighed, shaking my head as I stepped through to his empty bedroom. “Stark and his… His…”

“‘My’ what, Stephen? I implore you to finish that sentence.”

I whirled around to find him watching me with a smirk, eyebrow raising as he took in my appearance. “Your damn hands on me making my mind go blank,” I snapped, but he just bit his lip thoughtfully as he moved closer.

“I wondered where that had gotten to.”

I glanced down in surprise as he inclined his head, blushing furiously.

“I-I found it… In the gym. I didn’t know it was yours.”

“You didn’t know the hoodie that says Stark Industries across the chest in big letters belonged to Tony Stark?” he quipped, eyebrow arching dramatically. “And you, somehow, are a surgeon and wizard?”

Plus it smelled like you, but let’s not mention that.

“I, uh… I mean, there’s a few around here…”

“I’m pretty sure you figured it out the second you buried your face in it. Something tells me you know exactly what kind of cologne I use.”

My mouth worked wordlessly, mortified at the memory of doing exactly that, and I felt my cheeks turn crimson. “Were you spying on me?”

He snorted, shaking his head proudly. “Nope. Actually, I had no idea. I took a shot, and it paid off. You did, didn’t you? Damn, Strange. This thing went missing weeks ago. How long have you been sweet on me?”

Longer than I’m going to admit, you cocky asshole.

“Look, I… Shut up,” I floundered, making him chuckle, his fingers wrapping around the base of my neck.

“Sober me up – somewhat, at least – and then do me a favour, and take off everything except my hoodie.”

My fingertips pressed eagerly to his forehead, watching in delight as his eyes cleared and he stepped back, waving his hand pointedly.

“Sober and waiting, baby. Let’s go. Pants off.”

Baby. Baby baby baby baby baby baby I should not love that as much as I do, holy-

“Mr. Stark, anyone would think you only want me for my body,” I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed to slide off my sweatpants.

“Oh, I want every part of you, love. Body and mind.” I gulped and shivered, and he hummed thoughtfully, raising a brow. “… I don’t feel… Doctor Strange, did you take advantage of my vague request and make me far below .08?”

“You’ll be entirely sober in… Two hours,” I replied, grinning cheekily. “You know. Just in case.”

“Stephen, I’m shocked. Is this your way of telling me you’d like to go all the way?”

I felt my cheeks flame, and I shrugged softly. “It’s my way of telling you that I’m not necessarily opposed to the idea…”

He swallowed dryly, curling the light tremble of his fingers into tight fists. “… I have to be entirely sober?”

“Ideally.”

“How ‘ideally’?”

I rolled my eyes, reclining onto my elbows, shivering with delight as his gaze trailed along my legs slowly. “Yes, Tony. You have to be entirely sober if you want to… If we… That is…”

He smirked as he stalked closer, hands finding the sheets either side of my shoulders as his body weight pinned me. “You’re flailing, sweetheart. You can say fuck, you know.”

“You have to be entirely sober to fuck me,” I quipped, and he groaned as his mouth found mine.

“I guess you’ll have to find a good way to pass the next two hours then, huh? I’ll need the distraction.”

“Just think about that promise you made.”

“Promise?” he prompted, brow furrowed, and I brushed my lips against his lightly.

“Didn’t you say something about ravaging me?”

He stuttered out an indecipherable noise as his hands found my wrists, pinning my hands over my head as my legs wrapped around his waist. “Baby boy, I am going to destroy you.” Dear. God. Please.

10 notes · View notes

a-reader-and-a-writer · 1 year

Note

Made up fic title: juice

(trying out a one word title for a change! Good luck ig😂)

Juice?! What am I supposed to do with that, Sam? 😂😉 Well, maybe I have an idea.....

Jake noticed that Bob had been acting strange all night. Usually, his Bobby was content to sit in the corner, sip on his drink, and watch the other Daggers joke and laugh and horse around. Yet tonight, tonight he was the center of attention. He boldly challenged Jake to darts, excitedly urged Phoneix to be his partner against Rooster and Coyote in pool, and got into an extremely heated argument with Fanboy about who the best Doctor was (in fact, it got to the point where Jake had to drag his boyfriend to the bar with him just to cool things down). As soon as Penny approached, Jake ordered a tall glass of water for Bob, hoping maybe this was just some sort of weird heat-stroke or dehydration that was making him act this way. Penny placed the glass before Bob and turned to Jake. "And another juice for you?" Jake snorted. "Do I look like I drink juice?" Placing her hands on her hips, Penny raised her eyebrow as she stared the pilot down. "Well, for someone who says they don't drink it, you sure have ordered a lot tonight." She gestured to the specials board where "Gin & Juice" was prominently displayed. Jake's eyes grew wide. "Penny, is that what you've been serving me all night?" "That's what you asked for." Shaking his head, Jake started to laugh. "Those drinks weren't for me. I was getting them for Bob." Penny's face drained of color as she realized what she had done. "I... I just thought.... you always go for the alcoholic version so I...." Placing her hand on Bob's arm, she said, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." But Bob just smiled dazedly back at her. "Oh, no worries. I'm fine." And then promptly slipped off his bar stool to the floor. Penny began to rush around to the other side of the bar, but Jake waved her off. Still laughing, he slipped his arms under Bob's and lifted him to his feet. "Well, I've always wondered what kind of drunk you were. Guess now I know." Bob turned and nuzzled his face into Jake's neck, knocking his glasses askew. "Mmm, Jakey you smell good tonight." "And that's our cue to leave." Jake shifted so Bob was standing next to him and he wrapped his arm around his waist. Then after a quick reassurance to Penny that everything was fine, and a wave goodbye to the Daggers, Jake led his tipsy boyfriend out into the parking lot. As Jake was buckling Bob into the passenger's seat of his truck, Bob turned and muttered, "I feel weird." Straightening Bob's glasses for him, Jake smiled, "Yeah, I bet you do. But just wait until tomorrow morning." "Will you stay?" Bob muttered. Jake pressed his lips to the top of Bob's head. "Of course, baby. I'm not going anywhere." And just before he shut the passenger door, he added, "But next time, maybe stick to water."

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

#thanks!#friend ask #ask game #title ask game #floydsin #hangman #bob #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick

38 notes · View notes

invisibleraven · 2 years

Note

13 looking over the other's shoulder, peterpatterlina

Julie faked a laugh as the man next to her made some off colour joke or another. Sipping her champagne, she longed for this evening to be over, but she knew this was essential to her mission.

At least the food was good.

Speaking of food, she caught the glance of familiar hazel eyes perusing the crab puffs and excused herself, walking over and pretending to be debating between the different scallops.

"How ya holding up?" Luke asked, voice low.

"Ugh, I swear if I had any sedatives I wouldn't need them these guys are so boring. But they might save me from suffering."

"You guys better snag me some snacks," came the voice in Julie's earpiece. Reggie was held up in the security office, trying to hack the system so they could slip into the safe. Get what they needed, and go.

Julie gave a much more genuine giggle at that. "Sure, I'll just slip some of these into my purse and have Flynn bitching me out for a millennia."

"Aww come on Jules, I'm starving here and it's not like the staff is gonna bring me a tray without raising the alarm."

"From what I've heard about how thus guy treats his staff they might wheel you half the kitchen," Luke murmured, eyes surveying the room. "How much longer?"

"Five minutes. Got take our girl for a spin, since I'm not there," Reggie replied.

"C'mon man," Luke whined. "You know I have two left feet."

"And I don't think Flynn made these heels steel toed," Julie added.

"It's a good way to keep an eye on the room. I'm sure our host has a silent alarm-see if he gets spooked when I get through. Follow him if he tries to make tracks," Reggie says.

"Fine," Luke grumbles and Julie pinches him subtly, since he's acting like dancing with her is some hardship. "Ow! Sorry boss. You know I love you, but I hate dancing."

"So just hold me and sway," Julie says, resting her chin on his shoulder, keeping her eyes on the room. The stuffy gentlemen and cold women in pricey gowns, all of them the height of society and the criminal elite. She's sure Luke sees it too, though she can also feel his nose nuzzling her neck.

"Okay, this isn't so bad," he hums. "Missing Reggie though."

"I'm there in spirit babe," Reggie says through the coms. "And after we nail this guy, I'll take you both out dancing. Maybe after I get a slice."

"Always thinking with your stomach," Julie titters. Then she freezes when she sees someone she wasn't expecting. "Fuck, Carrie is here. We gotta get out before we get made."

"What's she doing here?" Luke hisses, eyes scanning looking for an escape route.

"Hopefully to arrest someone that is not us," Reggie says. "I'm through, by the way. Try to get to the safe and we can sneak out the window. Our host wise yet?"

Julie looked at the old man who owned the house, but if his phone was dinging with an alarm, he didn't show it, too busy talking to some wealthy lady with more diamonds than sense. Julie kind of wanted to snatch them, but unfortunately that wasn't the purpose of their mission.

There was always another time.

She and Luke slip out, dashing towards the safe. Luke pulls the stuff to crack it while Julie pulls her gun from her thigh holster, keeping watch. "Hurry," she hisses to Luke. "Reggie, get the fuck out of that office and meet us here."

"Already on my way darlin'," he drawls and she can almost picture his crooked grin.

"And no stopping in the kitchens on the way!"

"You are so gonna owe me a pizza after this then. With pineapple and no complaints," Reggie says.

Julie scrunches her nose in disgust but agrees, urging him to hurry. Luke lets out a little whoop of happiness as the safe opens. Julie looks inside and snags the flash drive they need, plus any files.

Oh, and the diamond necklace... just because.

They hear a whistle from outside, and Reggie is below the window, zipline already set, so they make quick work of getting out, and slip through the hole in the security gate before the alarms even sound.

Later, after their debrief, and Reggie's pizza, Julie can finally kick off her hellish heels, and sighs. Only Reggie is there with his hand extended. "You promised me a dance."

"That I did," she says, letting herself be hauled up. They twirl around their living room, Julie able to see Luke watch them from the kitchen where he's making tea and cookies from over Reggie's shoulder. "Come on Luke, come dance with us!"

The man grins and plasters himself to her back, the three of them swaying in place to the music only they can hear.

"Job well done," Reggie murmurs as they break apart. "Even if I'm bummed I missed the spread."

Julie holds up a finger and goes to her purse, pulling out her new necklace-which she knows she has to pawn, but she's going to enjoy it until then-and a small bundle of snacks wrapped in a fancy linen for Reggie.

And sure, maybe there's a small stain in the purse lining, but Flynn's wrath is worth the smile on Reggie's face as he devours the food.

Plus he shares the desserts with them, and if that isn't love, Julie doesn't know what is.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

10 notes · View notes

nyx22-blogs · 2 years

Text

Chapter 1: Communicating

|Series Masterlist|•|Main Masterlist|

Summary: You find a way to talk to Bucky.

Word Count: 1,054

Warnings: Like 2-3 swear words, Reader is a clumsy idiot.

Y/N's POV:

With the music playing softly in the background, he twirled you around and brought you in closer. Your cheek nuzzled against his, the light stubble on his face rubbing against you just right.

"Mm, love you sweet girl." he said

You smiled, quite sure your cheeks were reddening.

"Love you too Bucky."

His cerulean blue eyes looked into yours and his lips were slowly making their way to yours and-

"y/n? Earth to y/n?" You heard a familiar voice say.

Wanda

"Mhm?" You said, still slightly in a daze. Maybe you were hoping you could continue your daydream and finish it…even though that never actually works.

"Were you daydreaming about Buc-?"

"SHHH! Wanda don't be so loud he might hear you." You whispered, heart rate slightly elevated.

"Oh relax, he's all the way in the front of the office he won't hear a thing. Besides, I wanna know what you were dreaming about." She said in a teasing manner.

Wanda knew all about your huge crush on the man who worked in your office. Bucky Barnes. I mean who could blame you though? He was just so…

Amazing, handsome, kind, smart, perfect..

"There's nothing to know Wan, let's just get back to work." You whispered, urging the red-head to drop it so you both could go back to your work.

"C'monn, entertain me a bit. I'm bored."

"Well then if you're so bored then here, do some of these spreadsheets for me while I get us some coffee, kay?"

She faked an offended gasp while taking the spreadsheet and you heard her whisper something about not having any fun.

You went up to the coffee machine and took out two of the styrofoam cups. While you were filling up Wanda's cup you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Hey y/n." Bucky said

Wait-

Bucky said?

Oh shit-

Act normal- act normal- act normal-

"Uh- oh h-hey Buck..y."

Why did I just attempt to call him Buck? Jesus, don't give his nickname a nickname ya goof.

"You uhm- you okay y/n?" He said, his brows furrowing a bit.

"Y-yeah completely! Nothing wrong here, I'm definitely ok?"

Complete lies

"Why is something wrong..with you?"

"No, no nothing wrong here it's just you're kind of uhm..overfilling the cup?" He said with a look of concern and confusion in his eyes.

"Huh- uh, oh. OH. OH CRAP." You must have held the cup to the machine too long, it started overflowing but not by much. Enough to make a small spill at most.

"Here uhm, you'll probably need these." He offered you some bounty tissues from the counter and you gratefully accepted it. You whispered a small thanks, completely embarrassed by your idiotic actions. He gave you a smile and said goodbye, walking back to his cubicle.

After cleaning up you quickly speed walked back to yours and Wanda's two-person cubicle (yeah you two specifically asked for that section) and handed her the cup. You flopped down on the chair after and laid your head on your desk.

"Aw, what's wrong dragã?" She said, letting some Romanian slip out.

"Ugh I totally just embarrassed myself in front of Bucky, like really embarrassed myself. My god he probably thinks I'm a blabbering idiot who can't function normally." You said defeatedly.

"But aren't you?" She said in a joking manner.

"Shut up!" You pouted.

"Why can't I talk to Bucky the way you talk to Vision?"

"Because Vision and I are married, I have no reason to be nervous." She giggled at your silly question.

"But before..you never got nervous before?"

"Well sure, but Vision and I knew each other a long time before we really started to fall for each other..so I guess that made it easier to talk to him."

"I just wish I could talk to him..let him know how I feel. I'm sick of not being able to have a normal conversation with him." You groaned.

"Well maybe you should find another way to communicate with him." She suggested.

"Like what?" You said, intrigued.

"Text?"

"I don't have his number."

"Uhmm..maybe leave notes at his desk?"

"Ew. No, that's weird."

"Well maybe you could write to him?"

"Write to him? Like, as in a letter?"

"Yeah! Remember in school when we had those poetry competitions?"

"Yeahhh…?"

"Write poetry to him!"

"Wanda- no."

"Why notttt? It'd be so romantic!" She said while spinning in her chair.

"Well- I- ugh I don't know?"

"Exactly, you don't have a good reason to say no. You should totally do it! You both live in the same apartment anyway..when you write it just leave it in the mailbox and say it's addressed to him. You can even be all anonymous and stuff." She said, giggling like a mad woman at her insane ideas.

"Alright then…I'll do it if you bake me some of that banana bread again." You said, mouth watering at the thought of Wanda's banana bread.

It tastes so damn good.

"You and Vis are obsessed with that banana bread. But fine, I'll bake it if you write the letter." She smirked.

"Ok, deal." You said, shaking her hand.

"Alrighty, well let's go!"

"Go where-?"

"It's 5:00, work hours are over." She said, showing you the time.

"Oh, that went by fast." You chuckled and got out of your seat. You both gathered your things and left the office.

You both walked your separate ways and when you got to your apartment you pretty much flopped on your couch for 5 minutes without moving a muscle.

People really underestimate how hard office work actually is.

After taking a nice warm shower and eating some of y/f/f (your favorite food), you brought out some paper and a pen. You kept thinking and thinking about what to write. There were so many endless possibilities, you wanted to write everything about him down on this small piece of paper. But everything perfect about him just couldn't fit.

Sighing you put the pen down and decided to just read for a minute.

Don't rush it y/n, remember how you used to do this before.

After thinking about it you had an idea of what to write, you smiled..picking up your pen and started writing.

12 notes · View notes

fufukunaga · 2 years

Text

sakuatsu | secret relationship, office au, lots of kisses, implied nsfw

"Miya," Kiyoomi says as he drops a folder onto Atsumu's desk with his usual frown. "The numbers on this report are wrong. Please revise it and send it to me by the end of the day."

Atsumu takes the folder and smiles up at Kiyoomi. "Okidoki, Omi-kun. I'll have this by your desk later."

Kiyoomi scrunches his nose in disgust. "Please refrain from addressing me so casually. We're in a workplace."

Atsumu winks. "Right-o, Omi-kun-san." He does a mock salute.

Kiyoomi merely rolls his eyes and walks away.

"Why is he always so grumpy?" Inunaki who works at the desk beside Atsumu's asks. "It's like he's always got a stick up his ass. I'm so sorry about him, Atsumu. You didn't deserve that."

"Thanks, Wan-san," Atsumu replies.

He tries to resist the urge to laugh. Kiyoomi isn't the most well-liked employee in their department but he more than makes up for it with his work ethic and incredible skill and intuition.

He's always grumpy, especially to Atsumu.

Hah, Atsumu thinks. If only they knew.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay and accompany you?" Inunaki asks as he begins packing up his things.

Atsumu shakes his head no. "S'okay, Wan-san. Ya don't have to do that. I'm just finishing the reports Omi-kun asked me to revise. It won't take long."

Inunaki huffs angrily. "You really shouldn't be doing this for him."

Atsumu can't help but chuckle at that. "I'm fine, Wan-san. I'm almost done anyway. Go meet up with yer girlfriend."

"Okay," Inunaki relents. "If you say so. See you tomorrow, Atsumu."

"See ya, Wan-san."

Atsumu is left alone in the office finishing the report.

After a few minutes of complete silence and the sound of keyboards clacking, the faint sound of approaching footsteps can be heard.

Atsumu smiles to himself, giddy and excited.

"Not done yet?" Kiyoomi asks.He turns Atsumu's chair around to face him.

Atsumu glares up at him. "And whose fault is that?" He challenges.

Instead of answering, Kiyoomi leans down to place a chaste kiss on Atsumu's lips. Atsumu hits him on the arm before Kiyoomi can deepen it "We're in a workplace, Omi-kun," Atsumu mocks.

Kiyoomi ignores him and crashes their lips together again, this one more sweet ang languid but definitely deeper. Atsumu can't help but groan when Kiyoomi's tongue enters, exploring Atsumu's mouth.

"Omi," Atsumu groans. "I have to finish work." But he makes no move to pull away from the kiss.

"It's not enough that I only get to kiss you every time we're alone," Kiyoomi mumbles in between kisses. "I want to kiss you every second. So this is me making up for a day's worth."

Atsumu chuckles softly at that. "Well ya certainly don't act like ya want to kiss me at work. Wan-san thinks ya hate me."

"I won't be able to stop myself otherwise," Kiyoomi says, nipping at Atsumu's bottom lip.

"Omi," Atsumu breathes. "The report."

"Just do it tomorrow."

"But—"

Kiyoomi interrupts him by capturing his mouth and Atsumu is but a weak man to fight his boyfriend on it.

"Let's go home," Kiyoomi implores. "Please. I miss you, Atsu."

Atsumu laughs. "We work together. We literally see each other 24/7."

"It's not the same."

Kiyoomi nuzzles his nose under Atsumu's chin, sending shivers up his spine.

"Yer gonna be grumpy to me tomorrow when I don't finish the report," Atsumu whines.

"I won't. I promise. Please let's go home, unless you want to take you right here right now."

"That's not very professional of ya, Omi-kun," he jokes. "Besides how can I pack up my things if yer clinging to me like that?"

Kiyoomi reluctantly pulls himself away enough to let Atsumu gather his things. And they immediately made their way home together.

The next morning, Kiyoomi strides to Atsumu's desk with his usual frown. "Miya. Are you done with that report I asked you to do yesterday?"

"Not yet, Omi-kun-san," Atsumu pipes, a little too proud and cheery for someone delivering bad news.

"Please try to finish it today."

"What was that, Omi-kun?"

Kiyoomi's eyes widen in slight fear. He clears his throat and says. "I mean, take your time. And tell me if you need any help."

Atsumu nods. "Why, that's very kind of ya. Thank ya Omi-kun."

"No problem," Kiyoomi says and walks away.

Beside him, Inunaki stares in disbelief. "What the fuck did I just witness?"

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #bre's thread fics

12 notes · View notes

casspurrjoybell-32 · 8 months

Text

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 29a

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

"Beautiful," I whispered.

Those sky blue eyes stared up at me with the most innocent look I had ever seen and my heart squeezed.

His breath was heavy and sweet, this had to be the sexiest I've ever seen him and I loved it.

In the aftermath of our passion his cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen and pupils dilated under heavy lids and dark lashes.

It was then that I could care less of what people said about me, I wanted the world to see he was mine, not that I had a problem with that before it was just my parents.

But now I didn't give a rat's ass if they accepted it or not.

They could take my position away, they could kick me out of the pack for all I cared.

As long as I had this sexy crazy beautiful man lying under me and standing beside me.

Combing my fingers through his soft black hair, I got the sudden urge to tell him right then that I was deeply in love with him.

That I relinquished my heart as his possession and he could do with it as he wished.

But it wasn't time for that.

I didn't want to scare him off after I just got a little piece of what life could be like with his.

Especially getting a little sample of his delicious taste.

I could have gone further, made him fall off the edge over and over again in so many different ways.

I've been fantasizing all day.

How I would steal him away from class.

Drag him to any empty room and ravish him till he was completely sated.

Or staking my claim on in front of the whole school, daring anyone to mess with or try and hurt him.

I've held myself back and not without difficulty of course.

To top it all off there was another full moon in two weeks, so my damn wolf was clawing my skin to get to Aiden.

It was just not as bad as it was last month, the only problem was that I never finished the mating process with him.

So I had two major battles raging within me but since Aiden did bare my mark I could hold myself back from trying to force him into my bed.

What made me take him like I did was all because he walked into my Uncle Jim's classroom.

His scent was all wrong.

Aiden's usual sweet scent with our mixed essence, was covered in someone else's odor.

The anger that surged through me and my wolf was undeniable and I instantly planned on fixing it.

Which brought me back to the locker room as my wolf and I dominated Aiden's perfect little body.

I had swelled with pride when he moaned that he belong to us.

I wasn't planning on going as far as I did but once I started I couldn't stop myself.

Having him breathless, gasping my name, pushed me over the edge and I had to have a sample as the territorial side of my wolf came out.

I was brought back to Aiden as I heard his breathing begin to even out.

I was still lying on top of him nuzzling his neck lovingly.

His scent that was heavily doused in mine and I savored the moment, hating that I had to get off him soon before we got caught.

His essence still lingered on my tongue and god help me it was so sweet like candy.

Reluctantly I sat up letting him pulled his pants back up.

I groaned not wanting him to cover up that beautiful body of his.

I wish I could pleasure it all day but sadly school wasn't the place for such blissful acts.

Reaching out I helped button them up before standing, he looked up at me with red cheeks.

I chuckled, he's so cute.

Kissing him once more I took his smaller hand in my large one and brought it up to my lips.

His blue eyes widened.

"Go to the movies with me beautiful," I said breaking the silence.

A smile broke out on his flushed face.

"Aren't you normally supposed to ask me on a date first then get in my pants, pup?" he teased and I sighed in relief that he wasn't acting awkward and weird about what we did.

He is my mate he shouldn't regret or be embarrassed about letting me pleasure him.

"I don't do ordinary if you haven't noticed."

He rolled his eyes at me then sucked in his bottom lip as he took his time to answer.

I growled at how he teased me.

"Stop," I warned him keeping my voice low.

His eyes sparked with mischief.

"Or what? Are you going to try and take me again?" he challenged.

Quickly I rushed him, wrapping my arms around his waist lifting him off his feet against me.

With a snarl nipping at his neck.

"Don't tempt me," I purred and he giggled.

"So what do you say?" I pressed, really wanting to spend more time with him.

Again no quick answer but soon I felt him nodded against my shoulder.

"Okay," he finally said and I smiled.

"Good but it wouldn't have matter anyway. I would have kidnapped you even if you said no," I whispered to him kissing at his ear.

"Sure you would, pup," he retorted, patting my back.

Growling I once more nuzzled his neck playfully, sending him into uncontrollable laughter.

And what a laugh it was.

It caused a crazy giddiness to envelope me.

I've never been this happy in my life.

"I think we should leave before we get in trouble," he told me, wiggling out of my arms picking his shirt off the ground.

Quickly I snatched it out of his hands and he gave me a 'what the hell' look.

"I just fixed that problem, you don't want me repeating the process over again do you?" I whispered huskily.

"What problem?" he was honestly confused and I smiled.

"I want only my scent on your skin, no one else's Aiden."

I stuffed the shirt in my locker and handed him one of my own.

He flushed as he pulled it over his head... it was so big on him the shirt came up to his top thigh.

"I feel like I'm wearing a dress," he pouted, making me chuckle.

Bending down, I captured his pouting bottom lip between my teeth causing him to gasp.

"I think you look sexy as hell wearing my clothes."

Giving him a peck before grabbing his hand.

"Let's go."

We were about to leave the locker rooms when I came across a familiar scent but couldn't put a name or face to it.

Looking around trying to find them, I knew it was fresh, meaning whoever it was had saw us... Shit.

What if they tell the school, Aiden's going to freak.

I sniffed the air again pleading for at least a little hint but Aiden pulled on my hand, dragging me thought the doors.

"What movie are we going to watch?" he asked me oblivious to my concerns so I focused all my attention back on him.

****

Aiden decided that we should see Rebel Teenagers and he asked to double date with Dom and Jeanine.

Of course Dom was down with doing anything with Jeanine.

That night I picked Aiden up at seven giving us an hour together before we met up with Dom.

"So what do you want to do for the next hour?" I asked looking over to him as we drove down the street.

"I don't know..."

He wrinkled his nose up and I had to tighten my hands on the wheel from leaning over to him and kissing it.

"Ice cream," he squealed bouncing in his seat and I laughed.

"Ice cream it is."

Luckily there was a really good Ice Cream Parlor called 'Scoops and Things' by the theater.

Parking we hopped out of the car walking side by side.

I was a bit sad that he kept such a large distance between us.

Alright, it wasn't that large, maybe about a foot or so but it was still such a large gap to me and I hated it.

I wanted to pull him close, feel his body against mine and hold his hand but I respected his decision of keeping us on the 'down low' so no one from school saw us.

To be honest, it was killing me.

Mates aren't supposed to be separated like this, it drives our wolves insane.

We are a species that needed physical contact.

The constant skin interactions with our mates helped us relax and give us the piece of mine that they're safe.

I understand Aiden's human but he had to be feeling at least a little of this.

I held the door open as Aiden discreetly rubbed against me and my breath caught in my chest.

His sly smiled gave away his mischievous motives, the little tease.

I soon came up behind him as he looked through the glass at the various kinds of frozen treats, ignoring my presence.

Smirking I bent close to his ear and nipped at the earlobe, making him gasp and straighten up swiftly.

"Playing this game with me is not a smart idea Aiden," I whispered walking to the other side of the shop.

Gladly no one was in here to see that little scene.

I could feel his glare on me but I continued to look through the glass till a girl came out of the back.

"Hello, welcome to 'Scoops and Things' what can I get you today?" she asked a fake smile plastered on her face.

She shifted her gaze from Aiden them to me where it seemed to stay.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes... yes we werewolves are very attractive get over it.

"Hi," she said again this time batting her lashes at me. I supped her with a nod.

"You said that already," I said looking back down at the ice cream.

"Can I get just vanilla with Reese's," I placed my ordered.

She nodded a little too eager and I had to suppress the smile.

I glanced over at Aiden, witnessing the death glare he was giving the poor oblivious girl making my ice cream.

I walked over towards him and peered down at him as I leaned my back against the glass.

"What's with the death glare Aiden," I teased crossing my arms and he scowled at me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he played innocent, turning his gaze back to the glass.

"Uh huh," I smirked.

"Ah, is my mate jealous?" I harassed in a baby voice just to annoy the crap out of him and he growled at me again.

"Oh, I'm so scare," I gave a fake shiver before busting out laughing.

"Shut up. It's better than yours."

Licking my lips I pushing myself off the cold glass and walking to the other side of him.

I glanced up at the girl dishing out my order before I bent close to his ear and I let out a low rumbling growl that only he could possibly hear.

I watched as a tremor wracked down his spine and his eyes closed.

The delicious smell of his arousal was suddenly coming off him in waves.

"I think I got you beat," I bragged with a smile.

"Here's your ice cream sir," the girl said with a flirtatious smile placing the cup down.

"Thank you. What do you want Aiden?"

The girls eyes snapped from me to Aiden in surprise like she was just seeing him for the first time.

Aiden's narrowed his eyes as he answered.

"Vanilla and butterfingers," he grumbled to her.

And back to work she went... when she was done I paid her, ignoring her subtle tries at getting my number.

'Sorry honey but I'm team Aiden.'

"Come again," she said to us as we left but a 'please' reached me from under her breath.

Snickering Aiden and I walked around eating our dessert in a comfortable silence.

Looking around there wasn't much people out tonight so I took advantage and I moved closer to my mate till I was brushing my arm against his.

A sigh left my lips in pleasure at the physical contact.

He slowly became aware of my proximity but did nothing about it.

Soon we found a quiet place in an alcove in the empty park.

The theater was in our sights so we decided to wait for the movie to start alone.

"The moon is big tonight," Aiden said out of the blue.

I looked up to see the almost complete moon shining brightly above us and I smiled.

"Yeah, it is. It's almost a full moon."

Turning to me he furrowed his brows.

"Full moon?" he said as his face cleared. "Already?"

I nodded taking a spoonful of ice cream.

"Is he...?" he didn't have to ask.

"Yep," I peered over to him.

"Don't worry I think I can hold him back this time," I joked.

Aiden cleared his throat and put his own spoonful in his mouth with the spoon upside down.

I groaned as I watched him slowly take it out oblivious to what he was doing to me.

Alright... it's all good... I can do this... I can do this.

I kept my eyes forward for about two seconds before I snapped them back to Aiden.

"So when you said that your wolf takes over during this time and wants his mate. What exactly 'does' he want?" he asked timidly.

"You," I said without hesitation.

"Well, yeah I know that but..." he peered up at me.

"You, Aiden, we want you..." I cut him off.

Setting my cup down I slide off the seat, kneeling on my knees in front of him.

"Well, yeah I know that but..." he said and he peered up at me.

"You, Aiden, we want you." I cut him off. Setting my cup down I slide off the seat, kneeling on my knees in front of him.

"Liam?" he questioned, looking at me with those damn innocent blue eyes.

'Mate him.'

My wolf was becoming restless, usually wolves weren't so talkative they left that to the human side but when they are experiencing extreme feelings like this they will let you know.

"He wants you so much Aiden," I whispered.

"Today was just the beginning of what we wants to do to you."

My hands slide up his thighs till I gripped his hips.

"You mean he wants sex," he corrected slowly, a bit of fear in his voice and I shook my head.

"No, he doesn't want 'sex'. He wants to ravish you," I began traveling my hands up to his chest slowly making his breath come in short gasps.

"Make you feel like the most important, sexiest, handsome man this world is ever going to see. He wants you to know that he's yours and that's a reward all its own."

I reached up cupping his neck and bring him down inches from my face.

I felt the change in my eyes as images became clearer and I could see my mate all that much better and what a sight it was.

"We want to make 'Love' to you Aiden."

He was panting and I just wanted to take him here.

Out in the opened but of course I wasn't going to do that in such a public place.

When it happened and it would it would be special.

I saw the spoon full of ice cream he was bringing up to his mouth and I swooped down and devoured it quickly.

He snapped out of his daze scowling at me and snatching the spoon out of my mouth.

"No one lays a finger on my butterfingers ice cream," he exclaimed.

"Well technically... I put my mouth on it," I teased and his cheeks flushed red as I laughed kissing his pouting lips before sitting back in my sear.

"Funny," he muttered with a cute angry face.

Once I finished off my ice cream I walked over and threw the cup in the trash.

I turned back to see him stuffing his face with the rest of his till he looked like a chipmunks stashing nuts in its cheeks.

I burst out laughing so hard I was doubled over holding my stomach in pain but I couldn't stop.

Soon he started jumping around yelling brain freeze.

'Oh Moon Goddess... this boys going to kill me.'

I snicker grabbing his jumping body and pulled him against me crashing our lips together.

I swept my tongue in his cold sweet mouth and in no time those moans of complaints were moans of pleasure.

"Better?" I asked pulling back a little.

"A lot better," he sighed huskily and growling... I stepped back from him.

"Come on... it's time for the movie."

He nodded as I took his hand.

1 note · View note

awkward-teabag · 6 years

Text

One of the wild things about touch starvation is how it makes you hyper aware of any and all touch. It’s not sexual or romantic or anything like that, it’s simply your mind being blown at human contact. It is so out of the norm that you can’t not notice it.

#I was at the dentist and my lip was poked to check for freezing #it caught me off guard so hard #public transit is a nightmare #If I'm sitting with people around a table and bump something #I perform a lot of calculations to see if it was table or human #(It's fairly automatic because I have long legs and fidget with them #but the response is turned up to 11 now)#it's weird and you only tend to hear about hyper awareness when it comes to abuse or trauma #though fuck you if you use touch starvation as an excuse to harass people #and sexually assault someone #you don't HAVE to act on the urge to nuzzle someone #or be creepy about your crotch accidentally being brushed in a cramped space

2 notes · View notes

msookyspooky · 3 years

Note

Could you do a individual reaction of the Lost boys finding out their s/o is getting stalked by another vampire?

Ooh bet

David:

- He doesn't like anyone challenging him but especially when it comes to you.

- Seriously. He will be absolutely livid at someone else trying to take what is his. He would be discreet for his image.

- Would ambush the other vampire with his gang and make sure they know WHO you belong to.

He instantly knew another one of them was near the boardwalk. He could smell it. His eyes darted over to where he could sense eyes watching. His own eyes narrowed as he saw them in the distance. In the treeline, eyes watching you. David bit his inner check and pulled you closer. Eyes glaring into the treeline on the edge of the boardwalk before ushering you away. "How about we call it a night? Paul, stay here with Star, YN and the kid...We're gonna get take out to bring back." You protested and he looked mildly irritated before it melted into a smile. "I'll be back. You'll be in my lap eating chow mein before you know it..." Paul gave a firm nod, knowing what he meant as he urged you to follow him. Star looked back too but said nothing as Paul distracted you all to go play a game with Laddie. David walked ahead of Dwayne and Marko before taking flight. The vampire sensed Marko who was a distraction before David grabbed them by the back of the neck. An evil laugh erupted from him as he sneered at them. "I don't know when you got here but Santa Carla is OUR terf!..." He slammed the other vampire against a tree, face first. Dwayne and Marko laughing as they acted as David's right and left hand. Holding the vampire down as they hissed. "And that human...Is mine. This is your only warning." David growled in their face. Teeth barred as his form shifted. He'd give them a warning to get out. He was too smart to risk death or issues with other older vampires if it wasn't necessary. He was a provoker but he always liked the opponent to attack first just to see what he was dealing with. Not having to deal with too many vampires on their side of the boardwalk. Regardless, no one was going to get you no matter who they were. If he saw them again, he would rip them apart before hurling their limbs in a bonfire with his group...Expect a harsh and possessive kiss from him when he returns. You don't even know what happened.

Marko:

- Feral. Explosive and ready to rip their head off.

- He cannot contain himself.

Marko was behind you, flirting in your ear as you leaned over the peer. His head whipped up as he smelled a stench in his nose that had came and gone for weeks. He literally growled with his teeth nashing together before he glared over his shoulder. The other vampire staring right at you. Not even focusing on Marko as they licked their lips. Marko lost it. Instantly shoving away from you and charging them. Paul and Dwayne pulled him back while David was ready. He intervened for Marko, viewing himself as the leader and therefore the one to take the initiative. David grabbed the vampire by the collar and urged them to go talk while Marko was clawing to get out of Paul's grasp after them. Once alone, Marko instantly grabbed them and they were fist fighting. Marko got a good shot in before being pulled off by a smirking David. "If you ever touch them, I'LL KILL YOU!!" Marko spat, hissing in his vampire form like a feral bobcat. His fist had blood on it from the other vampires nose. "In fact, I've known you've been here for weeks! You got till tonight to get the hell out of here or I'm ripping out your throat!!" He yelled, pointing as Paul and Dwayne tried to keep him calm. David eyed the other vampire with a smug look. "You heard him. Get lost." Marko came back to you huffing and urgently wrapping an arm around you with his shoulders squared.

Paul:

- The most protective. He puts his defenses up with your protection being his first priority THEN tearing into them.

You giggled as he nuzzled into your neck with a smile. Nipping at you as you both just got done making out in the woods on the cliff. The boys gave you both privacy even though Marko made moaning noises from 10 feet away. Paul rolled his eyes and you snorted with laughter. Suddenly, Paul's face fell. You blinked up at him as you felt his arms wrap around you tighter. Pushing you between himself and the tree you were leaning against. You asked him what was wrong as he glared over his shoulder. Another vampire standing there as their hair blew in the breeze. It's like they just appeared. The boys were instantly in there face at the audacity to invade their territory. Paul turned around, shielding you behind him as you tightly gripped his arm... Paul sneered. "Back off." He warned. The vampire gave off a false friendliness as Paul growled at them. "I don't care what you want, you're leaving. Don't let me catch you near my YN ever again." You grabbed him as his shoulders tensed. His form threatening to shift with how much he was shaking. The other vampire backed off, too many surrounding them. Paul instantly picked you up and flew you both to the cave where he all but wrapped you up in bed, limbs tangled as he hushed your worries. "Shh...The boys will take care of it. You're safe. I'll never let anyone take you from me." He saw the vampire the next night lingering near your home and ripped their head clean off their shoulders. They didn't get to defend themselves as the other boys joined in. 4 against 1. Letting out the side of himself he wanted to the night before. David and the rest had no issue because the vampire was warned. In fact, they had fun tossing the head before taking it to be on a spike near the cave for sunrise. Paul grabbed you as soon as he saw you step foot outside, breathing in a relieved sigh that you were okay as he held you tight.

Dwayne:

- A dark storm brewing. He may be the quietest but he's also shown to get sadistic glee when hunting or pissed.

- He would bide his time until he found them alone.

Dwayne felt it. The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end as he tried to act like it was nothing. His fist clenched and unclenched subconsciously as you rambled to him on the beach. A concert was playing and Star and Vladdie were enjoying it. He smiled to you and leaned over your shoulder as you watched. "Go be with Star... I gotta go get something real quick." He left without you giving an answer, silently stalking to where he KNEW the vampire was watching. Had been on and off for a few nights. He knew they saw him. That was fine. HE WANTED them to see him coming. His dark eyes scowled over to the spot before bursting off the sand into the tree. Tackling the vampire out of it as they crashed on the ground. Both of them feral as he snarled down at them. He wasn't even in his vampric form, eerily in control as he shoved them into the ground. "I know you've been around YN's house. Our cave. Watching my partner... I can smell you anywhere..." He wrapped his hand around their throat, nails digging into their neck. "They're off limits." He warned before shoving off them to stand. The vampire tried to get in a sneak attack right when Dwayne turned around just to have David grab their fist. Marko fell from the tree with Paul, elated to have a fight. Dwayne just nodded as they all took off with the thrashing vampire in their clutches. Dwayne had a hold of him the most. Dwayne's form finally revealed itself as he laughed, eyes red and teeth sharp. Hurling the vampire into the cliffs as hard as he could where they barely caught themselves on the rocks. Badly injured and one sharp rock threateningly close to their chest. He grinned at them as they looked petrified against the rocks. Promising a horrible death if he saw them again. He made his way back to you, extra clingy with you that night. Holding you in his lap on his bike while whispering tiny praises here and there

#dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys imagine #lost boys #david lost boys #lost boys hc #lost boys headcanon

266 notes · View notes