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Y/n hated the nightmares. She hated that her mind kept replaying what happened with her psycho ex or making it worse. Making up scenarios of what would've happened if she hadn’t sent the text message.

She’d awake after another nightmare. Chest filled with anxiety as she tried remembering where she was. Home. Home with Chan and Changbin down the hall. Her rooms before hers. If anything were to happen, they would hear it first.

She laid back and took some deep breaths. Recollecting herself and her thoughts. She turned in bed, holding her blankets close to her. Attempting to try and sleep again but nothing. Staring into the dark seemed to make it worse.

Y/n grabbed her phone from the bedside table and dialed the only person who could understand what she was going through.

“Hey,” Seungmin’s voice came through the speaker

“Hey,” Y/n replied

“Have another nightmare?”

Since they both had talked about the situation, they’d been helping each other. Late-night calls when neither of them could sleep were common. Just two friends that were trying to heal together. No matter how weird that word sounds when it comes to Seungmin.

“Yeah. Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep either.”

Y/n hummed, “How was your appointment today?”

“Alright. My ribs are pretty much healed now which is great. The doctor still wants me to wait a few weeks before I do anything strenuous or return to work.”

“Have you talked to your old job?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, they’re fully staffed but there’s another office hiring that’s actually a little closer so I need to just reinterview there. They let the manager know my situation but it’s basically mine.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. I’m just getting a little stir-crazy at Minho’s now.”

“Mm. I feel the same. One of the guys is always here so I’m not alone which is nice but they’re starting to suffocate me.”

“You’re like their little sister. They’re just worried. But I can get where it gets annoying. Do you work tomorrow?”

“No. Off for the next two days. Just have therapy in the morning.”

“What time?”

“Ten.”

“Do you wanna go get brunch after? I can pick you up and take you too.”

“I’d like that,” Y/n smiled, even though he couldn’t see her.

“You’re smiling, aren’t you.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You forget we were dating for three years.”

“I didn’t forget.”

“So you know I know when you’re smiling or what to do when you’re sad and need cheering up.”

“You’re too observant sometimes.”

“Sometimes not enough.”

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“Blaming yourself.”

“Sorry. I was thinking about it earlier again.”

“I don’t blame you, Min. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. Just kind of blame myself a bit still…”

“I know how you feel…”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“When he first had me locked up, I kept hoping you would reach out to me. Get worried about me not responding. Then the security footage started. And it broke my heart but I still hoped that you would still choose me…”

“Min…”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to unload that…”

“You know, when I met him, I was trying to forget about our break up. I wasn’t looking for a new relationship but he was so convincing and I know now he was just love-bombing me the whole time. I was heartbroken after our breakup because I only ever saw you as who I would spend the rest of my life with.”

“What would you say if I asked for another chance?”

“It’s always yes, Min.”

“I’ll keep that in mind”

The two talked until they somehow both ended up falling asleep. She woke up a few hours later with the call still running. Both got a bit of peace for once in their dreams.

Seungmin told her he’d pick her up for her appointment and left the call to get ready. Y/n let her roommates know Seungmin was picking her up and the two were going to brunch after. Chan and Changbin both smiled and said nothing Letting her get ready for her day.

Seungmin was at the door not long after she finished getting ready. She let the two know she was leaving. Seungmin was standing out the door and smiled at her. She swore she saw him rethinking leaning in to kiss her like he used to greet her.

“Ready?” He asked her.

“Yeah.”

The two walked back to the car and Seungmin opened the door for her before he walked to the other side and got in the car. She gave him directions to her therapist’s office while they discussed their plans for after. Walking up together once they got in.

“I’ll wait for you in the waiting room, okay?” Seungmin said once she was called into the office

“Okay,” Y/n nodded.

Y/n walked back into the office, sat down, and started her session. Telling her therapist about the nightmares. Talking through them and mentioning Seungmin.

“Seungmin is your ex, correct?”

“Yeah. He got kidnapped by Jeongin.”

“So both of you have gone through the same trauma in a sense?”

“Yeah. We’ve both talked to each other about what we went through separately.”

“Sometimes it does help to talk with someone who has gone through something similar.”

The session only lasted another fifteen minutes before Y/n walked out of the office. Seungmin was sitting in the waiting room waiting for her, just like he said.

“Ready?” He asked as she walked over to him.

“Yeah,” Y/n smiled

Seungmin stood and led her back to the car. Getting her in the car before him then driving off to a small restaurant. It wasn’t too busy at the moment and they quickly got seated.

Y/n really did miss Seungmin. In the quiet moments when she wasn’t being suffocated by Jeongin, she’d think about him. She was grateful Jeongin kept him alive. Even if it was painful for Seungmin.

“What are you looking at?” Seungmin asked

“Sorry,” Y/n said and looked down at her menu.

“What is it?” Seungmin asked again.

“It’s nothing. Just…”

“Just what?”

“I’m glad he kept you alive,” Y/n said, looking up at him again

“I hate you sometimes,” Seungmin groaned

“Sorry….”

“No. Not for that,” Seungmin quickly said. Reaching over the table to her and grabbing the menu from her hands, “I… I hate that you still get me flustered. And I know I’m bad at expressing my emotions and I don’t want to overwhelm you by saying what I actually want to say.”

“Didn’t you ask me for a second chance last night?” Y/n smiled, knowing what he was trying to say.

“I was sleep deprived,” Seungmin glared at her

“Whatever you say.”

Y/n smiled at him and kissed his knuckles before dropping his hands. The waiter came over a few minutes later and took their order. Leaving them alone after.

“You make it hard to kiss you right now,” Seungmin said as soon as the waiter was gone

“I haven’t done anything!” Y/n defended herself, her face getting warmer

Seungmin just smiled and reached across the table for her hands again. Raising them to his lips and kissing each of her knuckles. Taking a little longer on her left ring finger before setting her hands back on the table. Y/n looked at him as he smiled.

He teased her a little more throughout their brunch. Making her flustered just for her to fluster him back. Even their walk back to the car and the drive back to hers was a game for them. Up until he walked her up to the door.

“Thank you for today, by the way,” Y/n said as she turned to him

“Anytime,” Seungmin smiled

Y/n didn’t make any move to leave. Neither did Seungmin.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll be a little mad if you don’t.”

Seungmin leaned in and pecked her lips. Quick but enough for them.

“I’m glad we’re alive,” Seungmin said

“Me too.”

“You know you two can have this conversation in Y/n’s room.” Changbin’s voice came from the video doorbell

Y/n unlocked the front door and opened it, “Seo Changbin!”

“I’m just saying!” He called from the living room

Y/n stormed in and grabbed a throw pillow. Attacking her friend with it as Seungmin followed her in, shutting the door behind him as he watched. Eventually, Changbin got the pillow away from her and got her off him.

“Finally beat Changbin,” Seungmin laughed

“You two are on thin ice,” Changbin warned

The two laughed before going up to Y/n’s room. “Looks different,” Seungmin said

“I got rid of all my old stuff. Decided to just start fresh. Couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at everything again after what happened,” Y/n replied as she hung up her bag

“I don’t blame you,” Seungmin said, taking a seat in her desk chair. “Should we talk about us?”

“I think we should just forget the last two years,” Y/n joked

“Seems like a good idea,” Seungmin replied as she sat on her bed. He scooted the chair over to her. “How about we take it slow? Slowly get back to where we were while we’re still healing a bit?”

“I like that idea.”

“Okay.” Seungmin leaned in and kissed her lips again.

Normalcy. That’s what Seungmin was to her. Her little bit of normalcy in the middle of the chaos around her. Even though they agreed to go slow, a little over a month later they were back to where they were before. Sitting on the couch at Minho’s having a movie night while he was out with Jisung. Seungmin had his arm wrapped around her as she fed him popcorn. A rom-com Netflix recommended playing on the TV.

“Getting tired?” Seungmin asked, noticing her movements slowing down a bit

“No,” Y/n lied. She’d had a presentation over Zoom before coming over and she spent the night before making sure it was perfect.

“Liar,” Seungmin chuckled as he took the popcorn bowl from her and turned off the TV. “Come on.”

Seungmin helped her up off the couch and got her to his room. Y/n followed behind him groggily. He pulled back the covers for her and helped her into the bed.

“Sleep with me?” Y/n asked as he went to pull them up over her body

“You sure?”

Y/n nodded, “Let me lock up the house real quick and text Minho.” Seungmin kissed the top of her head and walked out of the room.

He came back a few moments later with both their phones— she assumed he was texting Minho on his about the house being locked up when he came in for the night. He set both their phones on the nightstand, and then Seungmin climbed into bed with her. Covering them both with the blankets and loosely laying his arm over her waist.

Y/n turned in his arms and put her face in his chest. “I knew you were tired.” he laughed

“Mm.” Y/n huffed as he kissed her head again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n drifted off into sleep and it was probably the best sleep she’d gotten in a while. For once, no nightmares haunted her. She felt safe again.

She woke up the next morning still in Seungmin’s arms. He was still fast asleep so she got to take the chance to admire her boyfriend up close for once. She remembered when he was released from the hospital he had the worst dark circles and multiple bruises on his face. They’d all healed and the dark circles were slowly going away.

“Why are you staring?” Seungmin’s voice said

Y/n smiled as he opened his eyes to her, “Because I can.”

“Mhm,” Seungmin groaned as he leaned in and kissed her lips, “Stop it.”

“No,” Y/n said

“Brat,” Seungmin smiled before leaning back to lips. Kissing her again as his hand lay on the middle of her back. Y/n moaned into his mouth before both of their phones started ringing. Seungmin pulled away and sat up, grabbing her phone and answering the call, seeing it was from her lawyer, and looked at his, seeing the same.

“Good morning Ms. L/n.” Y/n heard from the other end “Good morning,” Y/n replied

“I’m sorry if I woke you, but would you mind hopping on a conference call with Mr. Kim and his lawyer?”

“No, I’m actually with Mr. Kim right now.”

“Oh, perfect! How about we end this call and you listen in on his phone?”

“That works perfectly.”

Y/n hung up the call and Seungmin placed his phone on speaker.

“We’ll keep this short so you two can finally put this behind us and move on with your lives.” Seungmin’s lawyer said

“Mr. Yang has taken the plea deal.” “He did?!” Y/n said

“Yes. In pleading guilty to two counts of kidnapping, one of aggravated assault, and sexual assault, he is serving life in prison without the possibility of parole. He will not be getting out of prison.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to us.” Seungmin said as he hugged his girlfriend from the side.

“Of course. And the judge has granted you both restraining orders against him so he is legally not allowed to contact either of you.”

Y/n thanked the team of lawyers over and over again before Seungmin ended the call and turned to her. Kissing her again as she cupped his cheeks. “He’s out of our lives.” Y/n cried

“He’s locked up now,” Seungmin smiled and whipped her tears.

Y/n giggled as he kissed her nose before he got out of bed. Y/n watched him walk over to his closet and grab something, sitting back next to her.

“To a new beginning, I guess,” Seungmin said, handing her a black velvet box.

Y/n looked at him as she hesitantly took it. Seungmin smiled as she opened it and caught sight of the engagement ring. “Min.”

“I say we forget those two years now and just pick up where we left off now,” Seungmin smiled wide as he took the ring out of its box.

“Yes,” Y/n smiled

Seungmin grabbed her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. Y/n squealed and tackled him in a hug onto his back. The sound prompted a knock on the door from Minho and Jisung.

“You guys okay?” Minho asked as he opened the door.

“Couldn’t be better.” Seungmin smiled

“He took the plea deal. He’s behind bars for the rest of his life,” Y/n explained

“Thank god. I don’t know what I would do if you guys had to sit in a courtroom with him.” Jisung sighed in relief

“Yeah. I don’t want to see a courtroom until wedding day.” Seungmin said

“Wedding?!” Jisung yelled

“Look!” Y/n smiled, showing the two the engagement ring.

“Have fun celebrating,” Minho said as he shut the door.

Y/n smiled at her fiancé and pressed her lips to his again. Pecking kisses all over his face as he laughed at her. “Hey,” Seungmin chuckled before her lips were on his again

“I love you,” Y/n mumbled against his lips

“I love you too,” Seungmin mumbled back and wrapped his arms around her.

Seungmin rolled her onto her back so he was on top of her, pulling back to look at his fiancée, “You okay?” He asked

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We haven’t done anything since we both got out and I know you had the abortion. I know it all took an emotional toll on you.”

“And having you by my side helped me heal,” Y/n reassured him. “I know you’re not him either. I trust you, Min.”

“Let me check if I even have condoms.” Seungmin got off her and checked his bedside drawers.

Y/n got up and sat on the edge of the bed just as he found a box and set it on the nightstand. “Feeling lucky?” Y/n teased

“When have you ever known me not to prepare for something?”

“Do you want me to answer that?” Y/n teased as he laid her back, his turn to smother her with kisses.

“Those two years don’t exist, remember?” he reminded her

Seungmin pressed his lips to hers. Grabbing her hands and lacing their fingers together. Laying them against the mattress and pressing his body to hers. Y/n smiled as her lips moved in sync with his.

Seungmin moved one hand to hold her side as she hooked her legs around his hips. Pulling his hips closer to her, feeling his half-hard dick against her.

“Tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable,” Seungmin breathed as his lips moved down to her neck

“You’re too good for me,” Y/n giggled

“I’m perfect for you.”

Y/n blushed as he moved his hands up her shirt. Warm skin holding her sides and not going up anymore, not sure if he should as he lightly kissed her neck. Y/n grabbed the back of his shirt as his lips ghosted a certain spot on her neck.

“There’s my favorite spot,” Seungmin mumbled as he rolled his hips against her.

“Min,” Y/n moaned

“I’m right here. Never going anywhere again.” He told her

“Need you, Min, please,” Y/n moaned

“Tell me what you want pretty.”

“Mouth.”

“Where do you want my mouth, love?”

“Eat me out, please.”

Seungmin pulled away from her and stood up. He pulled down her pajama pants, checking over her reaction as he did before he kneeled between her legs. The fabric on the floor next to him. Y/n sat up a bit on her elbows, looking down at him as he put her legs over his shoulders. He placed a kiss over her clothed clit as he looked up at her. Y/n smiled at him as his fingers curled over the waistband of the fabric and pulled it away. Adding it to the starting pile on the ground of clothes. Y/n grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it behind her back for support as his lips wrapped around her clit.

Y/n laced her fingers through his hair as he lightly sucked on the bud. A moan left her lips as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. Holding them tightly around his head as he switched between sucking on the clit and licking with his tongue. Eyes locked onto her, watching her reactions.

Watching her head roll back from the pleasure as she gripped his hair. Y/n moaned as he pressed a kiss to her clit, tongue moving through her folds. Head knocked forward to watch him as his tongue dipped into her.

“Min,” Y/n moaned as he moved his hand down. Lips wrapped around her clit again as a finger slid into her.

Y/n laid back against the mattress as she tightened her grip on his head. Seungmin smiled as he worked on her clit. Finger slowly moving in and out of her. “More. Please min!” Y/n begged

“My baby needs another finger in her?” Seungmin teased

“Yes. Please,” Y/n moaned

Seungmin gently slipped a second finger into her. Fingers stretched her out as he sucked a little harder on her clit. Hips jolted against him as he pushed his face closer. Moaning into her— he missed being here.

Her moans were unfortunately muffled to him with her thigh pressing against his ears. But he would gladly live with that to be where he is now. His fingers spreading her open as she gripped his hair. Barley hearing her warning that she was close or his name falling from her lips like a mantra.

He felt her high coat his fingers as Y/n arched off the bed. Seungmin switched his fingers for his tongue. Cleaning her up with his tongue as he wrapped his arms around her legs. Smothering himself into her while she rode out her high. Only pulling away when he felt her push him away from the sensitivity.

“Alright still?” He asked, kissing the inside of her thighs before standing up.

“Yeah,” Y/n breathed as he pecked her lips then cheeks

“We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to keep going?” Y/n asked, snaking her hands under his shirt

“I do but just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Seungmin, if you’re dick isn’t in me soon I’m going to combust.”

Seungmin laughed at her and pulled his shirt off over his head. Both of them stripping away the last bit of their clothing. Y/n noticed the healed scars littering his skin as he turned and grabbed a condom. She caught his attention when she ran her hands over the scars.

“You look sexy with the scars,” Y/n said as she looked up at him

“I wasn’t sexy before?” Seungmin asked as he tore open the foil and rolled the rubber onto his length

“You were. The scars just add a little more to it,” Y/n smiled as he leaned down.

“Glad you think so,” Seungmin smiled, lining his tip up with her entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside her. Y/n wrapped her legs around his hips. Seungmin grabbed her hands and kissed her engagement rings. Slowly sinking into her as he kissed down her arm to distract her. Ending up over her again and pressing his lips to hers. Y/n wrapped her arms around him, smiling into the kiss as he pulled his hips back. Gently rocking into her.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Seungmin groaned

“Good thing we’ve got forever now,” Y/n moaned, lacing her fingers through his dark hair.

“Not letting go of you ever again.”

Gradually, Seungmin picked up his pace. Mostly when she would beg him to go faster. Her walls slightly pulsing around him from her previous orgasm. His lips trailed down from her lips to her chest. Kissing the top of her breasts as his hips gently knocked into hers.

Her limbs tightened around him as his tip hit a specific spot inside her. A gasp leaving her and Seungmin knew. She felt his smiled against her skin as he brought a hand between their bodies. Thumb rolling along her clit as a loud moan escaped her. He angled his hips to hit that spot again and again. Y/n tried covering her moans, suddenly remember there were two other people in the house.

“Let them hear baby. Not like they don’t already know,” Seungmin teased, “Let our friends know only I get to fuck you like this for the rest of our lives.”

“‘M close,” Y/n moaned

“Just needed a little dirty talk to get you there? Huh?” Seungmin asked

“Please Minnie.”

“Missed teasing you. Always riled up to quickly when I did. Obviously you still do too.” Seungmin nipped at her skin as her legs shook around him as her walls got tighter around him, “Gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes!” Y/n cried just before her orgasm came crashing down.

Seungmin kept his pace as she rode out her high. Waiting for her limps to loosen arond him and her body go limp against the bed just a bit before he came in the condom. Slowing his thrusts till he was full inside her and let the rubber fill while he came down.

Both of them taking a minute to catch their breaths again. Seungmin wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head in her neck for a moment. “I love you. So much.” Seungmin mumbled

“I love you too,” Y/n kissed the side of his head as she held him close.

“Bath?” Seungmin asked

“Yes please,” Y/n agreed

Seungmin stood straight and pulled out of her. He took of the rubber and made she it didn’t break before tying it off and tossing it. He gave her a t-shirt as he threw on a pair of boxers before bringing her to the bathroom. He ran them a bath and let her do her little thing while he grabbed more clothes for them. Y/n took care of the bath till he came back in and took over. Pulling her in with him once it was ready. Seungmin wrapped his arms around her as the warm water surrounded them.

“I know I just proposed but, what do you think about moving in together?” Seungmin asked

“I think that’s a great idea,” Y/n smiled and kissed his arms

“Start looking after a nap?” He asked

“You read my mind.”

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*ೃ༄ summary: Gojo can't wait for you to get home to give him release so he attempts to do it himself

warning(s): MDNI, masturbation, teensy bit of phone sex, explicit sexual content

pairing(s): gojo satoru/reader

w/c; 5k

a/n: another self indulgent fic. I just like thinking about Gojo jerking it and getting desperate...also reader's pronouns are not used, the only implication is the reader having a pussy lol. no use of y/n as well. enjoy!

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“Fuck me,” Satoru sighs when he gets passed the threshold of his front door. He kicks his shoes off, slides his blindfold down to let it sit around his neck, unzips his jacket and beelines straight to his livingroom.

Late into the night was when he finally got home from fighting off four special grades. Day after day this week he was sent on mission that led to another mission and so on and so forth. Three days he’d been away from home, out and about with not even a single moment for himself! He couldn’t even bring himself back any souvenirs, suffice to say the week just hadn’t been all that great. Worst of all— Satoru had a raging boner all day that needed attention.

It was almost embarrassing, walking around town when the pressure of your pants against your hard-on was the only thing you could feel. God, why was it the worst times when he had to get all worked up? He’s the strongest, it didn’t cause him that much turmoil. Satoru could flip a switch and ignore it for the time being, but once home, where he could finally give his Six Eyes a rest and set his ass down on the couch was when the need between his legs became an absolute nightmare to handle. To make matters worse, you were also away on business and you weren’t planning on coming back for another day or two. You had your own business to attend, which led to this very moment— a quiet home, dark and empty of anyone inhabiting it for almost a whole week. Satoru laid across the expanse of the couch and let his head fall backward against the arm rest, releasing a long sigh as the weight of the week finally began to slip off his shoulders like running water.

Running water. A shower would be nice. With a hup and a swift jump off the couch, Satoru was heading down the stairs of his home to the bathroom. He stripped as he began his descent, slipping off his socks first with little hops to keep his balance, shrugging off his jacket and letting it crumple to the floor. He unzipped his pants but reached a hand behind his head to pull his shirt clean off with a quick movement, flipping the light switch to the bathroom on and not bothering to close the door behind him. He shimmied out of his pants, flicked the shower on and finally reached for his underwear, letting his erection spring free. He let out a not so quiet moan at the feeling of the air hitting his hot skin. His eyes look up at the mirror to see his figure, the hot water already creating steam on the glass.

Satoru knew he was good looking, he knew he was hot as hell for that matter. He smiles at himself in the mirror, pointing at himself with finger guns and raises an arm to see the way his bicep flexes in the reflection. He chuckles to himself, his hand cupping around his clavicle, his eyes follow as he trails his own fingers down, his hand touches over the divot of his scar that was left right in the middle of his chest. His fingers move past it and he cups his own pec, the skin gives under his grip and he almost lets his eyes flutter shut to picture your hand instead of his. But he keeps an eye open to follow the natural path of muscle down, feeling the hills of his stomach, then past his belly button where coarse white hair began to grow and make a path down and down and—

Satoru lets out a sigh, watching the way his skin turns a shade of red in the hot, steamy room. His hand cups over his cock, gently wrapping his fingers around it and his jaw slacks open at just the slight touch. He watches himself in the mirror, his dick twitches in his hand and he doesn’t bite back a groan when he sees his tip bead with precum. God, if only you were here to get on your knees and open your mouth for him, wrap your pretty hands around him and take him down your throat just the way he liked. His chin falls against his chest when his hand grips his dick and he gives himself a good tug before taking a deep breath in and pulling away.

Not now. Shower. Then you can finally relieve yourself.

The beating water atop his skin doesn’t help his need for release. Sure, it soothed his aching shoulders and the way it trickled down and wrapped around him like a blanket of warmth had been comforting. But the water hitting his erection only had him bracing a hand on the wall of the shower and ducking his head under the shower head, fighting back more moans. Lathering himself up with soap only seemed to make it worse. With his skin sudsy and slick, he could easily jerk off right here. He had half the mind to when he had to clean between his legs, letting his fingers find his length again to spread the soap over the skin. His forehead presses into the shower wall and he resists the urge to thrust into his hand. The pleasure becoming all too much, his thighs tremble and his knees buckle when he fists his cock again and swipes his head, a mixture of precum and soap washes away with the water and down the drain.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice low and rough. He supports his weight on one leg and braces an arm over the wall, pushing himself back to quickly wash the rest of the soap off. His dick— still needy for attention, curves with it’s heavy weight and it twitches from time to time as Satoru washes his hair clean and finally steps out of the shower. He doesn’t bother grabbing a towel, insisting on air drying his body all except for the towel he placed atop his head. He shakes the water off the tips of his hair and rubs the remaining water off, flipping his head back out of the towel with a sigh of relief and ruffles his damp hair with his hand. He stumbles back up the stairs, stark naked and picks up the trail of clothes he left on his way back up to the living area. Droplets of water make a trail behind him and follow him down a hallway towards his shared bedroom with you.

The moonlight pools into the room and Satoru lets his shoulders slump, forgetting again that you weren’t home yet. Remnants of you lingered still, your clothes riddled over the floor, your pair of reading glasses on the bedside table, untouched for days including the book that rested across the surface. Your slippers neatly sitting beside each other on the floorboards at your side of the bed. Your scent, albeit barely there, still lingered and the smell sent a jolt of electricity throughout Satoru’s body. His hand clenched into a fist, tossing his clothes into a nearby hamper when his cock springs back to life and he lets out what seems to be a whimper. His skin, still damp, makes his senses heightened, his hair sticks on end and a shudder runs across his body when he takes in that scent of you. God, he missed you. He needed you. He needed to lay down and jerk o—

His stomach grumbles and he holds a hand over his tummy, doubling over in the sudden pain. Shit! Barely even ate today. All he had was the sweet hard candy he sucked on throughout the day to give him the energy to get through his one and final mission of the day. He couldn’t even think about food by the time he was finally free and heading back home. He trots back out the room, passes through the hallway again and into the living room. The open space connects to his kitchen and he grabs his phone from off the couch as he makes his way around the bar that separated the rooms and he opens up the fridge. Nothing. Barely anything except for a bento box nestled in the corner of the top shelf. He reaches for it, pulls it out and inspects it for a moment, he doesn’t remember making anything. There’s a sticky note with his name and a few hearts drawn around it, Satoru smiles when he realizes you had made him this. You must have known he’d be hungry when coming back home, you knew how much the higher ups stretched him thin when making him go on a week long mission to exorcize that many special grades.

Satoru opens the box and his chest flutters with a love for you when it is packed with rice, some steamed veggies, a boiled egg and pieces of pork katsu. He remembers now, the night he was getting ready, you had been slaving away in the kitchen. Your back to him as you chopped some veggies.

“You better take this with you on your trip! You know you’re not gonna get a single thing to eat while you’re away.”

Satoru struts up to you, coming up behind and wraps his arms around your torso to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll buy some food, and the hotel has a kitchen, you know.”

You scoff, “So you’d rather have subpar hotel food than my cooking?” You elbow him, his Limitless turned off around you so the blow had sent him back a step and he rubs the pain away.

“Ehhh? I just feel bad you’re cooking for me! Should be the other way around, you have to head out soon tomorrow too!” He hugs you again, nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in your sweet scent.

“You know I love your cooking more. It’ll make me sad seeing food you made when I get home because it’ll be a reminder you’re not here with me.” His hands slide down your waist, dipping low enough to raise your shirt to give him leverage to get underneath it and feel your skin. He closes his eyes, draws his hips forward and grinds into your backside. He hears a sound come from you, a sigh, then a slight whimper. Then, there’s an elbow to his rib again.

“Oi! C’mon! Can’t I have you before we both have to leave?” You look over your shoulder to him and wave a pair of chopsticks at him.

“You can after I’m done cooking! Go over there—“ You point past him to the bar counter, “have a seat and wait, okay?”

Satoru stands where you had been when cooking, the same chopsticks in his hand as he takes a large bite of rice. He flips through social media on his phone while he wolfs down his meal and he pops his hip against the counter. He looks down between his hands, yup, boner is still there. Thinking of you had been enough to keep the blood pumping and feel flushed all over. He had been embarrassed about how red he’d get in the middle of a heated moment; but once you had cupped his blushing cheeks in your hands and wrapped your legs around and locked your ankles together to drive him deeper inside you, you had told him how hot it was that he’d get this worked up over you. Watching his face turn red made him look more needy, thus making him look even more desirable. He always wanted to look that way for you.

He flips to the camera on his phone. He angles it down to his dick, dropping the chopsticks into the box so he can grab the base of it. He made sure to include the vein that created a path down his pelvis to where he was aching and hard. His tip was red and beaded yet again with his clear precum, he fights the urge to spit in his hand and start jerking it right then and there. But the lighting above had been too perfect for him to pass up a chance to send you a picture of himself. He snaps a photo, ensuring the curve of his cock is shown prominent and the veins of his hand that he knew you liked so well were in frame, including the dripping precum that dribbled down the underside of his shaft. He groans, rubbing his thumb where his length begins before typing your name into his phone and choosing the photo.

Missing you. He hits send and goes back to finishing his meal.

He finishes his food, disappointment rising to the surface as time goes by. Five minutes. He cleaned his bento box and set it on the drying rack. Then ten. He went back to the couch and sat there, contemplating the idea of jerking off right here. Then twenty. He decided against it, put on a show and tried to get his mind off the incessant throbbing. Then thirty. He sighs, the feeling too overwhelming to ignore now and lets his head drop, walks back towards the hallway back to their room where he tosses his phone on the bed and flops himself down in the same manner. Legs and arms sprawled over the covers, he groans into the mattress when he moves his hips to gain a little friction against his sensitive dick. Sliding his head to the side so he rests his cheek against the covers, he huffs out a breath and his mouth hangs open. Another moan escapes him when he grinds into the fabric, feeling the pull of skin, imagining he was pressing against you. He picks up the pace and lets his eyes fall half lidded, a hand grapples the sheets into a fist and he’s full on humping his blankets that smell like you. He brings the fistful up to his nose, taking in the scent and he lets out a loud whimper of your name.

“God, please,” he croaks, his throat tightening with a desire that sends his skin ablaze. He stops for a second, his high coming up too fast, he feels for his phone to see if you’ve answered. Still nothing. He lets the phone fall out of his hand with a forlorn sigh. He huffs and rolls over to lay on his back, scooting himself to his side of the bed so he can rest his back halfway against the headboard of the bedframe.

Satoru reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out his small bottle of lube and tissues. If you weren’t going to answer him then he better take matters into his own hands (literally.) He lets the lube warm in the palm of his hand before ultimately wrapping his long fingers around his cock and finally, finally starts to make an attempt to rid of this need.

He grabs himself at the base, squeezing gently to feel the blood pump through his veins, the warmth spreading across his body and he watches the way his tip leaks even more. If only you were here to be between his thighs— he spreads his legs apart as the image slowly appears behind his eyelids that he’s fluttering shut— your mouth open, tongue reaching out to lick a stripe across his head and taste the saltiness. His hand moves in slow and deliberate swipes, his grip hard enough to bring his foreskin up over his tip to spread his wetness across his shaft. He slides his hand up and up, his tip in the palm of his hand and his hand tightens. Satoru’s mouth opens to release a moan, his hips shift up into his hand as he imagines your throat closing around him. He brings his fist back down to his base, coarse hair tickling the skin before raising his hand back up to the head of his cock. His lubed and wet index finger swipes across the underside of his cock where the pink tip begins, his finger expertly swipes up and down.

“Ugh— ahh— Please!” Your tongue flicks and laps on his tip, he can practically feel it, mimicking the sensation with his own digits to make up for the fact you weren’t here to physically do it for him. Satoru’s eye screw shut and his finger quickens its pace, the stimulation rising makes his skin feel like it’s been lighten ablaze and his chest heaves.

“Please, please— fuck,” He breathes, “Just like that!” He groans, instantly becoming louder. Had you been there you’d be shushing him; Satoru had a tendency to be a little loud, so much so that you’ve gotten a few complaints here and there. The man had no shame in declaring his pleasure for you, even if you weren’t home and he was fucking his own fist to find some semblance of relieve with the lack of company.

He lets out a whimper and a moan of your name as his fist wraps around his head and he twists his wrist, rubbing his tip like that, his thighs trembling with the overstimulation. Satoru’s mouth hangs open when he slides his hand back down to where his cock begins. His hips help his efforts when he thrusts his fist up and down in a deliberate and calculated manner. He tosses his head back, hitting his scalp against the headboard but the pain doesn’t phase him. He’s so lost in his pleasure that he doesn’t feel anything but the tingling sensation when he swipes his thumb over where he’s most sensitive, nor does he notice the drool pooling in his mouth. It slides over the corner of his mouth and drips down his chin. He lets out another groan, even louder than the last, the wet squelch of his hand wrapped around his cock fills his ears and the image of him thrusting in and out of your mouth has his toes curling. He can hear his blood flowing in his ears, barely being able to hear himself when he lets a string of curses release from his mouth.

“Fuck— just like that, let me fuck your mouth like that—“ His fist quickens, one eye cracks open to see he’s swollen, red, and his veins traveling up his cock are prominent. The coil inside his lower abdomen begins to tighten, as well as his hand, the speed unrelenting. “Agh, so wet…and tight for me, huh? Taking my cock so well,” He whines, his legs raise, spreading apart as his hand holds one of his legs open and bent under his knee. His body rocks, the intense feeling of him about to cum is there, it’s almost there! If he can just thrust more into his hand then maybe—

He lets go instantly, breathing heavy and struggling to catch his breath. He looks down between his legs where his cock twitches, it’s heavy and leans to one side, resting against his thigh. Satoru watches creamy white ooze out of his tip. The cold air of the room hits his skin and the contrast of his heated skin has him gripping the sheets beside him and involuntarily thrusting up into nothing. He needed to cum, this was torture! He needed you! He needed to feel your skin, feel your mouth on him, smell your scent— your scent. Satoru whips his head to look around the room, locating a forgotten shirt on the wood floor, he leans over the bed, snatches it up and lays it over his chest. His hand grapples the clothing in one hand and grips his cock again with his dominant one. He brings the shirt to his nose, the smell of your perfume, your skin, your very essence engulfs his senses and his eyes roll back into his head. His drive comes back to life, a thin layer of sweat now sheens his skin. Satoru makes quick work with more lube, squirting more into the palm of his hand and continues fisting his cock. The tip slides in and out of the opening between his thumb and palm, the wet sounds increase in their volume, as does his moans.

It’s almost like you’re with him. Almost. He slinks down so he’s fully laying on the bed, his hair going astray as he presses his head into his pillow. Satoru turns over onto his side, he lowers his head to dig his nose further into the fabric and takes a deep breath in. He thrusts, sending a jolt down his body when he imagines fucking into you, his mouth opens and bites the fabric as if he was digging his teeth into your shoulder. He lets out a loud groan, it turns high pitched and into a whimper as he fucks his own fist and his hand smacks against his pelvis, creating a filthy wet sound. That feeling inside him begins to coil again, veins protrude on his pelvis in his desperation and his throat tightens.

“Ugh, please, please,” His words are muffled with the shirt between his teeth. His hand tightens around him in the same way your pussy would squeeze and attempt to keep him sheathed inside. “Please, I need to cum! Let me cum in you, please—“ He chokes on his words, letting the shirt go and rubs his cheek into the soft cushion. The bed begins to rock and it squeaks under his weight, he can feel you, inside you, the perfect image of you open wide for him and taking him in with an ease that made his hands tremble. He can smell you, he can practically taste you, he can feel you wrapped around him. But it still wasn’t enough.

“God, please, just let me cum. I need it, just let me cum in you! Be good for me,” He begs, rolling onto his back once again, shakes the fabric off himself, leaving it forgotten beside his shaking body.

The scent isn’t helping anymore, he needed more! Maybe more stimulation… Satoru uses his other hand, squeezes his cock and thrusts his hips up into both hands. The head of his cock is wet and sensitive, each thrust against his palms sends electricity down his body, eliciting a slew of connected moans and pleads for release. But it’s not enough, his head falls into the pillow in frustration, he feels that itching in his throat— his eyes begin to burn and his chin trembles as he fights back his angry tears. One slips past his eyelids, his hands begin to slow their movements, his cock twitches with the loss of contact when he pulls away and pats around for his phone. The room is pitch black now, the moon hiding behind the trees in the distance. When Satoru taps his screen to open it, the light blinds him, drawing out a frustrated sigh and quickly unlocking the screen to your contact. He presses the speaker button when the phone begins to ring.

The phone rings once, twice, thrice— there’s silence and when he brings the phone closer to his ear, he hears a slight groan and shuffling on the other end.

“Hello?” You’re groggy, clearly woken up out of a deep, deep sleep. Satoru practically moans into the microphone at the sound of your voice, feeling that adrenaline of a newfound arousal that creeps up his spine. His hand immediately goes back to its previous job. He grunts, and he hears you ask the same question before going silent. He’s sure you know it’s him, he’s sure you can hear him jerking himself off. He’s sure you hear him when your name tumbles out of his mouth.

“Please, please, I can’t cum without you. Just tell me I can cum and I’ll leave you alone until you get home, I promise.” His words are littered with desperation when he uses both hands again.

“Satoru, wha— are you—?” There’s another plea that leaves his mouth and you’re on the other end still struggling to wake up. The realization hits you in the middle of a yawn when his words are finally processed and you’re staring down at your phone as your name and a string of desperate cries surround you. You lay your head back down, eyes fluttering shut and resting your phone beside you.

“You needed me that bad? Couldn’t wait one more night?”

Satoru shakes his head as if you could see him. A strangled grunt leaves him and he’s turning his head towards his phone.

“I couldn’t wait! I can’t now! I tried so hard, tried to get off without you. I thought I could do it but—“ He cries, tears streaming down his face. His chest tightens, his thighs tremble and spread away from each other, his hands squeeze around him, his back arches off the bed. That coil is ready to snap, it just needs your word to do so.

“I thought I could do it but I need you. I need your voice. Please, please let me cum!”

You could be cruel, make him hold off a little longer to hear him beg harder, louder. If you were there you would, you’d have him crying and overstimulated, have him thrusting into you and grabbing you so roughly that he leaves crescent shaped dents in your skin from his nails. He’d grab you to hold onto his own sanity, he’d look up at you with pleading eyes, his mouth open to speak but no words can be made out. He’d be a babbling mess until you finally gave him the word and he was filling you to the brim with his passion. But the effort would be too much, and he clearly had been working on this for a while now. You flicked your phone out of the phone call to check the notification from him.

Ah. A dick pic. One and a half hours ago. So he had been working on this for a bit.

“You looked really worked up earlier. I wonder how much worse it’s gotten.”

Satoru releases a high pitched whimper at the attention finally given to him. The sleep still apparent in your tone, but your voice becomes softer— like the way you’d whisper into his ear to drive his orgasm out of him.

“I was— I am! It’s unbearable! It’s so— I’m so hard for you, fuck! Please, just say the word! Let me cum for you, I’m begging you!!” That tightening inside him is about to snap, it waits for that final word, those words that could drive him to salvation and have him moaning his thanks. You lay in the darkness of your hotel room, letting him plead over and over until you feel your own arousal rise up and spread a warmth between your legs. You open one eye, your hips naturally moving to find just a bit of friction between your clit and the fabric covering you. Sleep almost takes over, it’s stronger than your sexual drive and your eye flutters back shut before you finally whisper to Satoru.

“Cum for me, Satoru. Lemme hear you.”

Snap. Satoru’s jaw slacks open, his eyes widen and go cross eyed as the wave of pleasure takes over his entire body. His reddened skin ignites a fire inside him, his hands tremble and struggle to squeeze like before, his hips driving up into his fists with a sloppy and quick pace. The sound of your voice knocked him right off the edge and his cum spits out in ropes that land across his skin. The pleasure drives throughout his body, his throat closes as he rides out his orgasm, strangling cries come through the phone to your end and you can picture the way he looks. He’s releasing a hand to grab for the sheets again, his chest rises and falls, his muscles ripple beneath skin as more of his cum dribbles out of his tip in now weak spurts that travel down over his fingers. The orgasm has his head spinning, his vision blurs and his limbs begin to feel weak, and yet his cock still twitches and slowly begins to soften. Cum leaks out of him and he lets his eyes shut when the high begins to lower and the rushing blood in his ears deafens. His limbs go limp and he lets his head tilt to the side.

“Thank you,” He huffs, a whisper so quiet that he doesn’t know if you even heard it. He’s silent for a moment, his heart slowing down with each large intake of breath. Satoru strains his ear for you to say something. There’s a snore, and then another shuffle of what sounds like rustling covers. He sighs, letting his gaze linger at the ceiling as his body finally loosens from the tension that he had been building all day. He rests for a few minutes, letting his mind wander to you finally coming home and hugging him close in a greeting. A smile forms on his lips and his last bit of energy is used to get up and take another quick shower.

When he returns to his room, still naked except for the towel wrapped around his hips, he gets back into bed and leans down to speak into the phone.

“Excited to see you tomorrow. I promise I’ll make it up to you…you know, after waking you up in the middle of the night. Love you.” He hangs up the phone and settles into bed, a wide smile grows across his face as he lets himself fall into another dream of you coming home and stripping your clothes off. Pushing him into the bedroom and locking the door behind you, getting on top of him and exposing your skin to him. Raising his hands up to your breasts to cup them, you grinding down into his lap and then letting his name fall out of your mouth with a heavy need.

Satoru rolls onto his other side, his brows scrunched together in a sudden discomfort. He tosses and turns, a feeling boiling in his bowls and creeping it way downward toward— he looks under the covers, groans and slumps his head back into his pillow. “Hard again.” He groans, grabbing his phone to call you again.

#pepper writes #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #my writing #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

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sherbertquake56 · 8 hours

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So the C!Sherb playlist stream...

I know I literally just finished yelling about the playlist for 3 hours but I wanted to put out a lil smaller version hehe- so here are some of my top songs that I think are right on the nose...

Sharks by Imagine Dragons - [CORRUPTION ARC S1] I absolutely love this song for Ominous Bane messing with Athena, and just overall Athena's POV of the corruption arc. Favorite Line: "Take advantage of you niceness, cut you up in even slices"

The Main Character by Will Wood [PRISON ARC S2] This song is a perfect representation of Sherb's mental space after remembering in season 2. It's very "there are worse people than me, and therefore I can do no wrong! i can do anything and it will be good" and I eat it up-- Favorite Line: "Villians are everywhere, that's how I know that I'm the hero"

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott [END OF S2] For me, this is learning more about the wack and trying to fit into the role of Fable's child. It's the idea of trying so hard to bring back Haley and ending in just dead ends. Favorite Line: "But I make lemons out of lemonade..."

The Tornado by Owl City [UNLOCKED S3] The way I look at this song is that the weather and the storm is a metaphor for the wack. At the start, small changes are increasing leading to the wings shattering, and Fable finding them. (And then ya know the end section could totally by Icarus ascending hehehe) Favorite line: "But if I went home to heaven, at least that's where I'd belong"

Hero by Regina Spektor [CENTROSS DEATH S3] This song represents the direct spiraling after Centross fades away. Icarus is in shock and still processing what just happened (very poorly). Favorite Line: "I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved"

Solitary Confinement by Everybody's Worried About Owen [ISOLATION ARC S3] A representation of Icarus "being in too deep." it's the idea that just because they did choose this, that doesn't mean it's good for them. Favorite Line: "You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built"

Ruin by The Amazing Devil [ICARIXIS ASCENSION S3] The female voice is Icarus, male voice is Midas. The song follows the full scene of Icarus entering the Worldport all the way until they are Quixis. (I absolutely love Midas's lines in this) Favorite Line: "Nothing quite prepares you for when they don't come back..."

Ghost Song by Ratwyfe [EPILOGUE] After ascending to quixis, this song is them being able to watch their world, but barely interact with it (like a ghost!). I have several songs with ghost imagery that I like for Icarixis but this one is by far the best. Favorite Line: "Trying to show the world I still exist..."

I love all of the songs on the playlist, but if you only listen to a few of them, make it these ones. I'll also drop the playlist link here (which you can find already on my youtube!)

...and if you made it this far I have a special treat for you! the link to my personal C!sherb playlist (not public)! theres some overlap but also some other ones :) my silly icarus playlist

#fable smp #fsmp #fablesmp #icarus morningstar #fable smp icarus #fable smp sherbert #quixis

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yupthisisshe · 2 days

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James Potter x Reader: Your Own Little Corner of the World

Warnings: none explicitly but small spaces are implied (“reader” likes them though); “not canon James” but be fr there is no canon for Marauders; we do whatever the bloody hell we want with them :D

A/N: fluffffffff aaaaaa; I swear fluff and sarcasm flow out of my veins and into every story I write

You have a bed that lays about a foot -give or take- off the ground. Not quite lofted, but enough that you can crawl underneath and lay there without being squished. Sometimes you like to go under there and just lay there, usually in silence, sometimes you would read or draw or write. It was like a little hideaway spot from the rest of the world. You felt enclosed, but not trapped. It felt safe. Sometimes you even fell asleep there, which to your significant other, made no sense. Speaking of your significant other and your safe space, it was them who found you in that spot when you had dozed off from the rest of the world.

“Love? Lovey are you in here?”

You roused from your sleep, still a bit dazed.

“James?” You began to say something else but were interrupted by your own voice. “Ow!”

“Darlin’?” James began, searching and confusion juxtaposed in his voice. He knelt onto to the ground to look under the bed where he found you. “What are you doing under your bed?”

“Forming a bump on my head, apparently.” You say regretfully, having hit your head when you woke up. You had tried to sit up in search of James, forgetting -in your dozy state- that you were under the bed still.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you smile lopsidedly. “Besides, I’ve had worse.” The two of you share a smile and James sighs out a laugh. He crawls under the bed to join you and lays beside you. When his face gets close enough to yours, he cups your cheek and kisses you softly.

“You do know that typically people sleep ON the bed right? Like, on top of it?” He questions jokingly.

“Well I’m not typical,” you reply in a non-serious voice. “And besides, I don’t always like to be on top,” you smirk.

“Oh, I know,” James smirks back, smutty acknowledgement of your lewd insinuation trickling through his tone. He giggles, making you giggle as well, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Sometimes I just lay under here. To decompress or relax, and kind of just hide away from it all. It’s nice in a way. Like my own little corner of the world,” you tell James in response to his previous inquiry. He smiles at you and asks softly,

“Can I stay?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “yeah you can stay. I think I’d like that.”

He pulls you close to his chest and holds you, adding a feeling of warmth to your little corner of the world.

“Don’t worry darlin’, I’ll always ask before entering. We all need our own private little corner of the world sometimes. And I’m glad you’re willing to let me join yours sometimes.”

“I love you, Jamie,” you say into his chest, and he can tell you really mean it.

“And I love you sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and the two of you relax in your loving silence. You and your boyfriend, in your own little corner of the world.

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ethereal-maniac · 2 days

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Anxious/Autistic Reader Comfort HC's

Non-Descript!Anxious/Autistic!G/n!Reader x Simon'Ghost'Riley

A/N: Well fuuuuuuck. Not proofread. (This is my experience so it won’t be relatable for everyone). (please let me know if I’ve missed any triggers).

Summary: Simon being a good boyfriend.

❗️ CW ❗️: Anxiety, overwhelmed reader, some autistic tendencies, being non-verbal implied, may be uncomfortable to read if you are easily anxious, comfort.

Do not copy, translate, transfer (plagiarise) or take 'inspiration' from my writing.

- He knows not to follow you when you suddenly get up to pace around or get fresh air, even when you just go and sit in a different room.

- He can tell just by looking into your eyes that you're fighting very hard to keep yourself calm.

- Sometimes when you're having a lot of trouble grounding yourself, he massages your shoulders, feet, hands, whatever is most anchoring on that day.

- He knows you feel anxiety in your stomach and that sometimes your body will mistake butterflies for panic, sending you into an unsolicited panic attack.

- He knows you prefer space a lot of the time when you're really going through it and don't like pet names or physical contact. Even hearing him speaking is difficult sometimes because the butterflies make things significantly worse.

- He likes to have notes on hand for you, holding two up at a time to ask what you need in that moment so he can help you.

- It kills him when you just need to be alone in your room, he just sits on the couch and stares blankly at the wall until you come out.

- He will do anything to ease your mind. A day or three in bed? Done. Can't handle any affections? He'll just be attached to your hip more than usual when you feel better. Can only eat your 'safe foods'? He'll go across town to get them for you.

- He knows sometimes it takes you a week or more to recover from a difficult outing and it makes you really upset, don't worry about a thing lovie, he'll handle everything until you feel up to doing things again.

- He'll make the whole house nice and dim for you, closing all the blinds and curtains so you don't feel so overwhelmed by the world.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 17 hours

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hi, im an 18 year old pre-transition trans guy and ive grown up in an incredibly repressive fundie household which has caused me to really struggle both socially and with my sexual development. ive been homeschooled nearly my whole life and am currently getting everything set up to enroll for college this fall, this will be my first time living away from my abusive household and im very nervous about it..

anyhow, im in a really really weird situation right now. because of my shelteredness ive always been extremely isolated irl, ive never had a consensual romantic or sexual experience irl and all of my friends are online friends. well, one of my online friends (a cis guy who i knew from an online forum) and i started fooling around a bit, flirting and then eventually very explicit conversations, trading nudes and sexual video calls. we were extremely emotionally close and the relationship was pseudo-romantic but we both agreed we didn't want to do online dating after both of us having a bad experience with it previously.

this whole situation allowed me to experiment sexually more than i ever have, and i really felt more sexually confident than i ever have.

when we met, he told me he was freshly 19. and for the whole relationship i was under that impression, he didn't give me any reason to doubt it. but two days ago he couldn't handle lying anymore and revealed that he was 15. needless to say that was an incredible shock and i dealt with it as responsibly as i think i can.

the reason i'm coming to you about this is because i feel really weird about the whole thing, i dont blame myself for believing him and im not mad at him because i understand what lead him to those choices, but now i feel really awkward about all of the good things i got out of the situation before the reveal.. this was my first time ever really doing "real" sexual stuff with someone (beyond just texting i mean, i had never exchanged nudes or done vidoe calls like that before) everything sexual i encounter now makes me feel awkward because of all of this, its really weird and uncomfortable and i don't know what to do :(

im not sure what im hoping to get out of telling you this but i can't really talk about this to anyone else i feel like, so i guess i just wanted to get it off my chest

(if anyone responds to this accusing me of taking advantage of him or not handling the situation correctly, firstly you have basically no context and secondly you don't know what i did to take care of the situation. let me and my close friends be the ones to judge how i handled it, this is an extremely complicated situation for me to be in and you being judgmental does nothing positive for it.)

hi anon,

oofah doofah, what a sucky situation.

I totally understand feeling grossed out by the reveal; those feelings are real and deserve recognition. it's not nice to be lied to, especially when the truth casts all of your previous experiences in a totally different light - and a much scarier one, since you could very well have been breaking the law by exchanging nudes with a 15 year old, depending on where you live! this person could have gotten you in huge trouble by lying, which makes this whole situation that much worse.

having said that, you don't need to feel good about having had a good time and having gotten some positive experiences out of this dynamic. you were enjoying a relationship that you had every reason to believe was above board and it did great things for your sexual confidence! that's not retroactively untrue just because you were being misled; all of the good things you felt are still real.

think of it this way: when a couple breaks up there's often a urge to feel that they've been wasting their time together, that all of the energy and devotion they brought to their relationship was ultimately a waste because they didn't die together in bed holding hands at the tender age of 107. but that isn't true! no relationship is a waste of time, and even when things don't work out, that doesn't mean the good things didn't count. every time those people made each other laugh, everything they encouraged each other to try, every new thing they experienced together, every time they had sex, every meal they shared - all of these are real and matter and helped shape them for the better, even if they ended up parting ways as romantic partners.

the same is true for you. take your time to sit with your hurt at this loss and betrayal of your trust, but don't throw the good out with the bad. this wasn't ultimately a good relationship for you, but that doesn't mean it brought nothing of value into your life, and you can carry what you learned about yourself forward with you as you seek more appropriate partners :)

#sex edventures 2024

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Today's Fallen Order request is Biohazard for @ledeni-tm

“No.”

Cal stands at the bottom of the ramp and stares up at Greez, haloed in the ship’s internal lighting. “Huh?”

Greez points, specifically at the poncho Cal as clutched in his hand. “No more. Not a single one. By the gods, Cal, I can smell the damn thing from here.”

Cal holds it up to demonstrate the very funky pattern it has. Best of all, it’s a nice, thick wool. Once it’s clean and dry, it’ll be a favourite for sure. “I need it, Greez. It’s mine.”

“I understand and accept that five years on Bracca has ruined your sense of smell, but me and Cere? Ours is fine. And as such, we can smell that little poncho selection of yours no matter what we do. So, the following are your options – get rid of them all and we’ll find you a nice new one in a store that doesn’t sell actual biohazards.”

“Not happening.”

BD backs him up with a rude squeal.

Hands held up in a pacifying gesture, Greez waits for silence. “Or you stay out there and do some laundry.”

The sky overhead is thick with the promise of a snowstorm. Cal’s hands are cold and stiff from his journey across Zeffo. He’s tired and hungry, thoughts of dinner getting him through the lengthy journey back to the ship. He doesn’t particularly want to stay outside, but he also refuses to give up a single one of his ponchos. They’re his. All of them. He found them, and sure, maybe some are coated in mildew, and others have a smell he can’t quite get rid of, but none of them are actual biohazards…

…are they?

“Are they?” he asks BD.

BD’s scans suggest a couple might host bacteria unsafe for most organics, and while he has no capacity to smell, scans would indicate unpleasant odours would be a side effect of said bacteria.

“Fine,” Cal says. “I guess it’s laundry day.”

Greez’s ominous laugh echoes down from the ship. “I knew you’d say that.” He returns with a large container (honestly, it’s large enough to stuff Greez himself into). “Fill this with water. I’ve got various detergents to clean these things up.”

“I do wash them!” Cal insists.

“With appropriate laundry detergents, or with soap when you shower? Or does going for a swim in a poncho count as washing them?”

Opting for tactical silence, Cal places the new poncho into the container and plods onto the ship with it. He fills the container in the shower as it won’t fit under the sink, then lugs it back outside. He places it down and returns to the engine room to fetch all his ponchos. He puts them all inside.

“Now, watch a master at work.” Greez adds a blend of detergents and something called fabric conditioner to the water. It all sounds like a waste of credits to Cal. Greez also adds an entire bottle of disinfectant and gives the whole barrel a mix with a stick. “We’re gonna let this stew for a while before you heft it all back inside and stick them in the machine to spin. After that, we’ll bring them back out here to air dry. Might take a while, given how cold it is, but it will help with the stench.”

“Are they really that bad?”

“Worse.”

“I’m sorry, Greez.”

Greez looks up from his stirring. “Why do you always make me feel so bad about stuff, even when you’re in the wrong and I’m definitely in the right?”

BD suggests it’s a Jedi thing. Cal smiles. “I didn’t mean to,” he offers.

“See? There you go doing it again. Listen, kid, honestly, I wish you wouldn’t bring back stuff you find on these planets. I’m sure we can find you something during a supply run. However, I get that you like them and therefore you gotta meet me midway – keep ‘em, but clean ‘em. Properly. None of your wash your clothes while you shower or swim nonsense. And if you’re taking a breath to tell me that’s how it was done on Bracca, I do not wanna know.”

Cal breathes out and closes his mouth.

“You don’t have to live like you’re a credit away from financial ruin. We’re not multimillionaires, but we’re not broke. And if you don’t know how to use the machine, ask. I’m not gonna judge.”

“Thanks, Greez.”

“And maybe don’t stuff wet clothes into a box under your bed.”

“But – ”

“Ah! What did I say about Bracca?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Atta boy.”

#PONCHOS #THERE ARE SO MANY PONCHO STORIES AND I AM NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT SORRY #star wars jedi: fallen order #fic requests 2024 #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #greez dritus #bd 1

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It Is Your Birthday, Enjoy

In honor of my birthday I wrote this really self indulgent thing featuring the first two survivors i loved in IDV lolol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Based on AoM, BDSM Themes, Virgin Norton, Voyeurism, okay is just horny man

Orpheus and you are writers.

Two different genres yet both understand the work and details needed to create the pieces you both make.

“He agreed!?” Stopping your pen to give Orpheus your full attention as he keeps writing.

“Mr. Campbell did indeed agree provided he is given extra pay for the trouble.”

You do not know the reason why Orpheus hired Norton Campbell, a former Coal Miner turned unemployed Prospector. You only see him when crossing paths after Orpheus pays him. Considering Orpheus is both a secretive man and one who does detective work as if he is solving real cases (you have to wonder though given most of his books are based on old cases), Norton may be hired muscle.

“I… Am surprised. Are you sure he is willing?” Concern about Norton agreeing to this with no hesitation from what your partner explained in his retelling of the event prior to him visiting your room.

The Oletus Manor, Orpheus claims it from a childhood he is slowly piecing together. The manor was in ruins, barely standing even. However, with the funds of a renowned Novelist, the manor looks as if nothing ever burned or looted these walls.

He is quite proud of it.

“Of course,” Closing his notebook, “Mr. Campbell is willing as long as the money flows into his hands.”

You frown, “You make him seem like a prostitute, Orpheus…”

There is a coy smirk on that devilishly handsome face, “Your words, not mine, beloved.” Getting up from his seat at your desk to kiss your forehead as you are lying on the bed writing. “Upon dawn, all that you desire shall be yours.”

The following morning, you go to breakfast thinking about how you rather eat ice cream right now. Oh, maybe there was that chocolate truffle cake Orpheus snuck in when he thought he was being sneaky. You smile as you enter the dining room then see Norton standing over by the window with his arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face.

“Good morning, Mr. Campbell.” Greeting him.

Norton snaps out of his thoughts to see you walking toward him, “Mornin’,” His eyes skim at you over your form dressed particularly nice today, “Suppose you're expecting something from me right now.” He is not frowning but still looks stern.

“Huh? No, I only wanted to be polite.” Oh, he probably has the wrong impression of you, “Uh-hmm, I wanted to ask about what Orpheus—” Cut off by lips on your, hand pulling you in close by shoulders. His lips are not badly chapped. When he stops kissing you, you realize he tastes of chocolate.

“Happy birthday.” Walking away leaving you confused and frazzled.

This will not be the only time he kisses you.

After breakfast, eating alone as Orpheus said he would be busy until the evening, you find out Norton is to be your company for the day.

“You can't just kiss people like that!” Currently outside on this sunny day at the racecourse, “At least, warn me!”

“Where's the fun in that,” Laughing a bit as he oversees the repairs, “Anyway compare getting a kiss to,” Lowering his voice and leaning into your space beside him, “Being told how you want another man inside of you.”

You are grateful to be up on the tower overlooking the racecourse so no one but Norton Campbell can see you embarrassed and fumbling with your words.

“Lucky you, I don't mind letting you wet my dick.”

“Must you be so crude!?”

“Why bother sugarcoating it when your precious Novelist said much worse.” Pulling back to look at his clipboard full of papers, “The man knows how to paint a pretty picture with those words of his… Especially about you.”

“How much…?”

“I'm sure he told you.” Norton glances over at you to see you looking at him, “Understand, I don't mind this arrangement so long as I get paid and I am only touching you.”

You feel shy, “Only me.”

“Only you, Orpheus will have to add more if he thinks I'm going to be his bitch. Even then, I ain’t taking his fucking dick in me.”

You want to tell him that Orpheus would much rather do the opposite but you stay quiet instead.

A few hours in the racecourse before you both start heading down the tower to go back to the manor for lunch. You only stop when Norton tells you to follow him into the stables.

There are no horses, yet, the stables are barren as it is not the priority compared to the rest of the racecourse. You wonder what and why Orpheus is repairing a place with such a dark story. His book brings back to light the fall of Mary Kreiburg, both by family and by the people's hands. You look around the messy area as Norton walks ahead of you.

“Look over here.” Norton pointed to something ahead of him. You raise an eyebrow as you go over in front of him only to see a broken shelf of trophies and pictures of horses and their riders.

“It looks old— Norton!?” Trapped in his arms.

“Relax,” You do as you realize too quickly his intentions when hands are on your breasts, “We have to be quiet.” You shiver as his breath is hot on your ear. You hold the shelf's frame as Norton touches you with the barrier of your clothes limiting the sensation of his hands on your skin.

“Open your legs,” You do, “When he said you would give in easily, I didn't think you would be this easy.”

“Would you rather I treat this differently?” You bite back though you moan when his hand slips down your pants.

A suit. Orpheus picked it for you when you wanted to be more masculine. Though he adores your dresses, he also enjoys the eroticism of suits on you.

“You can fight, your partner told me everything you like,” Norton gets your pants down your ankles, underlings moved to the side exposing your intimate part to the air, “Who would have thought you were such a—”

“Please don't.” Stopping him mid-sentence, “I know what I am… I didn't mean to force you into this.”

He stopped, your head tilted back to look up at him, “(Name), I ain’t doing this by force.” The sound of his pants being undone follows, “I want to fuck you, writer.” You gasp as his cock rubs between the lips of your pussy, “Going to make sure you are screaming my name all night.”

It is a bit difficult for him to grind against your pussy as you are not wet enough, so he stimulates you by touching more. Rubbing your clit, playing with your breasts, kissing you; you get wet and breathing heavily.

His pace is slow, one can say sweet as he guides you close your legs, kissing your neck and ear. When he goes fast you learn Orpheus made a single rule, one Norton agrees to only because he wants to see the way you are at the mercy of another.

“Don't cum. Boss's orders.”

“Norton, please.” Barely able to keep your voice down, “I need, oh God, please!?”

“No.” Slapping your ass causing you to moan louder, “Damn, you are into anything.” Chuckles at your misery, “You can cum but know you're the one facing the consequences.”

You struggle to not crumble as Norton is not making it easy for you, each thrust closer and closer bringing you to the edge.

It is downright a blessing that Norton cums before you fall, his cum on the shelf and dripping on the floor. You whine with frustration, your body trembling as you are going to have to walk around miserably horny.

“Well look at that, you didn't cum.”

You are going to explode.

“Glad to see you two had fun,” Orpheus is in the small living room with a small glass bottle in his hand, one leg over the other as he sits by the unused fireplace. There are pillows, leather cuffs, and a blindfold on the rug, “Were they well-behaved?” Pleasant as if you are not looking in shock at the things laid out so casually.

“Very. Like a dog.”

Your arms are crossed over your chest your breasts are tender, “This feels like a chapter from 120 Days of Sodom.”

Orpheus' laugh is rich, loud, and pure, “My apologies but my greed for you will only allow for one another to share in such debauchery. All with the participants' permission of course.” Eyes shifting from you to Norton, “Mr. Campbell.”

“Tsk, I already signed the damn contract, what more do you need?” Moving from your side to stand next to Orpheus.

“Contract?” Curious.

“An agreement between gentlemen, my dear,” Waving it off, “Now this is about you, not us. We are merely your gifts this evening.” Orpheus is studying you, “Undress.”

Norton half expected him to be one doing the work or having to put on a show. Instead, you undress with no nervous moments, and when done after placing your clothes on the couch, you stand there with your hands behind your back.

“Kneel,” Orpheus is stern, “Wrists presented.” Norton is not sure what to do but watch the events unfold, this seems odd. Odd because Orpheus is cuffing your hands together with leather cuffs, tilting your head back as the blindfold is placed. Norton had to look away when you were panting from the silk gloves tracing your skin, applying pressure on the bite mark on your shoulder. The side eye he got from the Novelist has malice, it is amused.

“(Name), lay back,” You do as you are told, “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth as Orpheus pops the bottle open and pours gently the thick purple contents into your mouth.

Once done, you lick your lips then smile, “Grape.”

“It took a few attempts but there you have it.”

There you lay naked on a nest of pillows, you fidget in your spot, “Thank you…Both of you.” Beaming as your lover kisses your cheek before returning to his seat.

“Mr. Campbell, it is your turn.”

Norton snaps out of his wandering thoughts and clears his throat, “About time.” Stepping forward until Orpheus cuts him off with his hand blocking the way, “What?”

“Undress,” Spoken with a lighter tone, “We are the gift.”

“Tsk, maybe if you didn't cuff them maybe they could've unwrapped their gift, Orpheus.”

A hum, “Point made.” Norton curses at the way Orpheus, who looks weak compared to him, can also seem so intimidating, “Shall I take responsibility?” The hand moves up and hooks a finger between the suspenders and the workman's shirt.

“N-no,” Shoving passes as he undresses, “What did you give (Name)?”

“A form of aphrodisiac. They wanted to experience it.” Shamelessly watching the Prospector undress, enjoying the seconds of hesitation when Norton catches those brown eyes on his figure.

Feels like a wolf… A wolf in sheep's clothing. It would be disrespectful to call Norton the sheep, a ram perhaps?

“Orpheus,” You were quiet as the drug worked through your system, “I… Can I cum?”

“As freely as you wish, however,” Norton is not fully naked and feast for the eyes, “You should ask Norton for permission now.”

You whimper, “Norton,” Hands are on your knees opening your legs, “I was good. I didn't cum all day.”

“Begging already? Hah, you are like a dog.”

You hate that made you moan, wetter (bad enough you were wet from before still), and needy as all hell.

“B-bark.” You do not do what he wants, “L-like that?” Genuinely asking.

Orpheus snickers from behind as Norton stares in shock, worse that made his cock stir, “Just say my name, fuck.” Grumbling.

You do say his name, loud enough it echoes in the room, as Norton drives in between your legs without warning. Legs arching as he eats you out as if he has been denied all fucking day. All day as if he has not been the one keeping you on edge by randomly touching you until you were begging— And you beg easily.

Another man is touching you, another man is touching you in front of Orpheus, and Orpheus wants to see you fall apart.

Orpheus had been the one who asked your thoughts on Norton Campbell, he wanted honesty. You think the Prospector is handsome, intimidating, but you said too you understand him. Well, you understand what it is like to struggle against the odds against you, the beating life gives is relentless, and you understand the hatred.

You put that hatred into words in a book.

Orpheus watches as Norton is not the brute with you as he had tried to scare him into believing, the Novelist had simply told Norton to look to him if he needs assistance.

The Prospector is a virgin. Plain and simple, the Novelist does not think little of him for lacking experience. It is natural for a distrustful man not to allow him to be vulnerable, the world is cruel. Seeing you understand that, tell Orpheus of bitter feelings, jealousies, and resents… This is as much a gift to you as it is to Norton.

So indulge, seeing Norton explore a body already claimed; fall into the illusion of lust, see Norton consumed by the wonder that is your presence; often nightmares are the sweet dreams that ensnares, you kiss him as the man enters your welcoming heat.

#reader insert #fanfiction #identity v x you #idv reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv orpheus #idv orpheus x reader #idv novelist #idv orpheus x you #idv x you #idv #idv prospector #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you

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the-owl-tree · 3 days

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I'm sorry if I've asked you this before, I genuinely don't remember, but why does everyone dislike yellowfang's secret? I like it a lot as a story, I find her powers silly but no one seems to have that issue... What is it?

It's been a while since I've read it so I'm going off of memory but my general reasons why I had so many problems getting through the book were:

Yellowfang herself isn't really Yellowfang? She's not snappy or grumpy and doesn't really act in the same way she does in TNP. She's just kind of the punching bag of the book without any of her signature sass to at least make her as a protagonist enjoyable.

The power in itself is an unnecessary retcon, it's only there to force Yellowfang into becoming a medcat and, well, there lies an even bigger issue: we are once again recycling the plotline of a cat forced to be a medcat when oooghgh they just wanna be average :( it's frustrating to me that Yellowfang gets so much of her own autonomy ripped away in this book, to the point where she can't even CHOOSE to be a medcat.

Her backstory in the original books was that she was a Warriors turned medcat and that's interesting. The life of the warrior is glamorized, it's the ideal life for Clan cats, so characters who CHOOSE to turn their back on it to heal are really interesting conceptually! The powers completely ruin this, it's a cheap cop out that's forgotten as soon as the book doesn't have to force Yellowfang into a job she should've wanted.

Why do books treat this position like a punishment or something embarrassing. It's Bad Writing above all because the position is important! It is a necessary part of the Clan to function, medcats should be treated with respect! But that's a whole other response.

That's also where Sagewhisker comes in, the mentor figure who, uh, pressures Yellowfang into doing something she doesn't want to do and yet the narrative continues to affirm is Correct.

I could go on but Bonefall has a good post on Sagewhisker that I personally agree with that adds screenshots and details.

It's just....miserable watching Yellowfang be dragged into a position she doesn't want and I don't know why they would choose the most miserable possible route with this character.

That's not even getting into Raggedstar, the good ol' abusive male love interest who's actions are swept under the rug as he guilt trips, berates, and generally treats Yellowfang like garbage! Despite an entire super edition of abuse and the website acknowledging he's abusive - his actions will never fully be held accountable and he will consistently be portrayed as the Nice Leader who just wanted what was best for his Clan <3

His own abuse of Yellowfang is never acknowledged and fuck's sakes the books play the Nightcloud card and go "well, guess what, it's a WOMAN'S fault that Brokenstar happened!"

In a book already swimming with misogynistic writing, the authors decided to up the ante and introduce Lizardstripe: the mean bitch mom who doesn't want to be a mom and that's all you need to be told to know she's an abusive evil woman.

The book will never actually show you scenes of her being abusive, they will literally just write scenes of her saying she doesn't want to be a mother as a shorthand of her being abusive.

I'm sure this definitely doesn't factor into the writing team's incredibly conservative ideology towards motherhood's and women's roles.

I'm gonna link Bonefall again, he's just good posts that really delve into the problems with this and I'd honestly just be reiterating a lot of his posts if I talked on my own lol

Yellowfang's Secret takes everything interesting about Yellowfang and just flat out ignores it or makes it worse. It's miserable to read, it's just page after page of Yellowfang getting beaten down.

And you could argue that's the point, that Yellowfang believes she deserves her troubles, but I don't think that's the case. I think the book is just troubling in its handling of motherhood and abuse, it handles them poorly.

Bad Book i guess. sucks! i think Yellowfang as a character could fill up an entire super edition, but the one they wrote is miserable garbage.

I can't even remember the plot outside the medcat stuff. Idk mean clan cat invasion time for no reason?? Uuhh kittypet attack?? i don't find it memorable outside of the stuff that actively upset me.

#deer rambles

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— BRAT TAMING 101!

Kento Nanami x Male Y/N || Content Warnings: minor writing smut, nsfw, idea/request from my old account (@ballsinyojaws2000), anal, blowjob, nudes, sending nudes while at work, semi-semi-public(??), rough, creampie, cum swallowing, throatfucking, married y/n + kento, subbot y/n & domtop kento, rest of writing under cut || Word Count: 2,212 || Followers When Posted: 95 ||Author's Note: told you guys a fic would be posted tonight || property of ©wyuovvia . all rights reserved . do not plagiarize , repost , or translate any of my work without my permission .

ALBUM ENTRY!: Being home alone without your husband is boring, so why not spice things up by sending him nudes while he's at work? Who knows what'll happen! You'll only find out if you try it!

Kento is busy at work, stuck doing what seems like an endless amount of paperwork because his co-workers couldn’t finish it. It was currently 11:56 PM. He better be getting paid more for this. Kento is on the verge of just leaving the building right here, right now, but of course, he can’t do that because then he would probably fired. The job has adequate pay anyway. It’s enough for him to get good money if he works enough. When Kento is about to start yet another portion of work he had, his phone buzzes on the desktop near him.

He checks his phone, and it was [Y/N]. But out of all things, he didn't expect [Y/N] to send him nudes while he was working at all. In the picture, [Y/N] was laid out on the bed with a dildo in his ass and a vibrator pressed against his cock. The message that [Y/N] sent after that was "Miss you Kento <3"

Kento's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the explicit image of [Y/N] lying seductively on the bed, the dildo firmly planted inside him and the vibrator teasingly touching his erect member. A mix of shock and excitement coursed through him. Without thinking twice, he quickly locked his office door, pulled his phone closer, and replied to the message, "You're such a bad boy, playing with yourself while I'm stuck here." He closed his eyes, trying to imagine himself in the dildo’s place, feeling the sensations of [Y/N] squeezing around him and begging him for more.

After a few seconds, Kento continued, "But you know what they say - bad boys deserve even better punishment. Once I get home, I'm going to spank that cute little ass of yours until it turns bright red. And then, I'll slide into you nice and slow, reminding you who owns you, you horny brat." With each word, his grip tightened around his phone, and his jaw clenched as thoughts of dominating [Y/N] consumed his mind.

A few seconds later, [Y/N] sends a picture of his cock dripping cum. The message [Y/N] sends after says "you should come home soon" Kento nearly dropped his phone as he saw the fresh wave of explicit content from [Y/N]. His husband's cock glistening with cum against the soft sheets, the messy aftermath of self-indulgence. His pulse quickened, and he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure amidst the carnal images. Taking a deep breath, he texted back, "You naughty little thing, already cumming without me? Fine, I'll see how much more you can handle when I get home. You'd better clean up before I arrive, or I might show you just how much worse it could get."

With a final, smug grin, Kento shot one last message before shoving his phone back into his pocket. "And don't think you're off the hook yet. I'm bringing a surprise for you tonight - something to remind you of our little arrangement. Get ready to feel every inch of it, my dear husband.", he whispered to himself, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. He couldn't wait any longer; he grabbed his jacket and headed towards their apartment, eager to claim his prize.

As he walks to his car and turns on the engine, his cock starts to throb in his pants. He can barely focus fully on the road due to his mind thinking of all the things he's going to do to [Y/N] as punishment. Kento's grip on the steering wheel tightened as his throbbing cock strained against his pants, an unwelcome distraction as he focused on navigating the busy streets back home. The thought of punishing [Y/N] for his impudence was both enticing and arousing, filling him with a primal sense of dominance. He knew [Y/N] was enjoying this game, and so was he. But he couldn't let it affect his driving.

With a deep breath, Kento tried to redirect his thoughts to the road ahead, his mind racing between visions of [Y/N]'s eager body and the need to safely transport himself to their apartment. Though his heart pounded in anticipation, he managed to keep his focus and eventually pulled into the parking lot of their building. As he exited the car, he took one last deep breath and reminded himself that he was the one in control. Once inside, he would show [Y/N] just who wore the pants in their marriage, and he couldn't wait to sink into his husband's tight warmth.

Kento quickly made his way up to their room as fast as he could. He pulls out his keys, unlocks the door, and immediately rushes to the bedroom where he finds [Y/N] teasing his cock with the vibrator still, and the dildo that was in him before was next to him on the bed. In between [Y/N]'s legs, there was still cum on his cock and the bedsheets below. [Y/N] only had one of Kento's shirts on and he looks up when Kento enters the room as he blushes and smirks at him.

Kento's blood ran hot as he caught sight of [Y/N], still teasing himself with the vibrator, the dildo lying beside him on the bed. His eyes immediately locked onto the residue of his husband's earlier climax, a testament to his naughty behavior. His heart raced, and his cock twitched at the thought of taking [Y/N] right then and there.

Stepping into the room, Kento's eyes never left [Y/N]'S smirking face. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, otherwise, you'd be punished already," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "Get up, and get the rest of your clothes off. We have a lot to cover tonight."

As he spoke, Kento's fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning it and shrugging it off his shoulders. He made quick work of his tie and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, my naughty husband."

[Y/N] takes Kento's shirt off of himself and after that, Kento lays on the bed and [Y/N] lays across him with his head laying on Kento's lower abdomen. [Y/N]'s bold move caught Kento off guard, but he found himself liking the initiative his husband had shown. With a smirk, he patted the spot on his abdomen, beckoning [Y/N] to settle in comfortably. As [Y/N] lay across him, Kento felt a surge of power, his gaze lingering on the curve of his husband's ass. Kento grabs one of the pillows and places it so [Y/N] laying on it, and it's under [Y/N]'s waist.

"Spread your legs, boy," Kento commanded, his voice stern as he adjusted the pillow beneath [Y/N]. "You're going to get exactly what you deserve, so be ready." As his husband complied, he couldn't help but admire the view before him. He reached for one of [Y/N]'s plump cheeks, giving it a sharp smack. "Keep your legs open, or I'll make sure your ass is red by the time I'm done with you."

With that, Kento's eyes locked onto [Y/N]'s eager mouth as it engulfed his cock. He groaned, his hand tightening on the sheet as [Y/N]'s skilled tongue and lips worked their way down Kento's cock.

Nanami puts his hand on the back of [Y/N]'s head and slowly moves him up and down his cock. As Nanami starts to make [Y/N] go lower onto his cock, [Y/N] gags a bit and moans around his dick each time his head moves back down. While Nanami's one hand moves [Y/N]'s head up and down, the other is reaching over and spanking [Y/N]'s ass.

As [Y/N]'s gagging moans echoed in the room, Nanami couldn't help but smile. The sight of his husband's face contorted around his cock, the feeling of [Y/N]'s throat muscles pulsating around him - it was all too much. He leaned back, his hand tightening on the back of [Y/N]'s head as he guided him to the tip, letting him catch his breath before plunging back down.

The spankings continued, his palm meeting [Y/N]'s ass with a satisfying slap. He felt the sting, the heat, the mixture of pain and pleasure that only he could provide. "That's right, take it all, you little brat. I'll decide when you can breathe." Nanami's voice was firm, his control over this situation absolute.

[Y/N]'s moans grew louder, his body bucking with each spank, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Nanami continued to thrust into [Y/N]'s mouth, the sensation of his husband's warm throat surrounding him almost too much to bear. He was close, his release building with each thrust; but he wasn't done yet.

[Y/N]'s moans washed over Nanami like a tidal wave, each one pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he felt his orgasm approaching. "That's it, my boy, make me cum. Make me spill my seed down your throat," he growled, his grip on [Y/N]'s hair tightening.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his hips bucking involuntarily as he filled [Y/N]'s mouth with his seed. [Y/N] gags as his eyes widen and he tries to swallow the cum, but some of it drips down his chin. He gazed down at his husband, his chest heaving, his breaths ragged. "That's for teasing yourself without me," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Once he had caught his breath, Nanami pulled out of [Y/N]'s mouth, his cock still dripping with cum. He leaned down, brushing his lips against [Y/N]'s ear. "Now, it's your turn," he murmured, his voice laced with promise and desire. Nanami's fingers traced the curve of [Y/N]'s ass, lingering on the red marks he'd left behind. "Turn over, and get ready for me."

[Y/N] whimpered and then turned away from Nanami, and then he got into a position where his ass was up, and his head was pressed into the pillows. [Y/N]'s hole was practically clenching around nothing, begging to be stuffed.

Nanami's heart swelled with pride at the sight of [Y/N], eager and ready for what was to come. His husband's neediness was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of dominance. He reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers before slowly sliding one inside [Y/N]'s eager hole.

[Y/N] gasped, his body trembling as Nanami prepared him for what was to come. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice thick with desire. With a second finger joining the first, he felt [Y/N]'s muscles clench around him, a testament to his arousal. "I bet you can't wait to feel my cock inside you, can you?"

Nanami gently stretched [Y/N]'s hole, knowing he had to be careful. He didn't want to cause any pain, only pleasure. When he was satisfied with the preparation, he removed his fingers, slicking his cock with more lube. He was already hard again. Lining himself up at [Y/N]'s entrance, he paused, looking into his husband's eyes. "Ready?"

"M-mhm... p-please Kento.. 'need your cock..." Nanami couldn't resist the pleading look in [Y/N]'s eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed into [Y/N]'s tight heat, groaning as his husband's muscles clenched around him. He hesitated, allowing [Y/N] to adjust, then began to thrust, setting a slow, deep rhythm.

Each thrust brought a moan from [Y/N], his hips bucking to meet Nanami's advances. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his hands gripping [Y/N]'s hips, guiding their movements. "Even after getting yourself off while I was at work you aren't prepped enough for my cock?~" The feel of [Y/N]'s ass wrapped around his cock, the way [Y/N]'s body responded to his every touch, it was pure ecstasy.

Nanami's grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as his arousal climbed. "You like this, don't you? Being taken by me, like this?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. Sweat dripped down their intertwined bodies, the scent of sex thick in the air. He leaned down, his lips brushing against [Y/N]'s ear. "Soon, I'm going to fill you up with my cum, my good boy."

"Ah!~ Ngh- Kento!~ Slow- Ah~ Slow downngh!!~" [Y/N] clenched around him as he desperately tried to adjust to the speed and roughness of his thrusts. Nanami couldn't help but laugh at the sight of [Y/N]'s struggles. "Not tonight, my pet. Tonight, you're going to take it however I give it to you." He continued his intense pace, watching as [Y/N]'s body began to adjust, the clenching becoming more rhythmic.

[Y/N]'s moans grew louder, mingling with the slap of their bodies connecting. Nanami felt the familiar build-up, his release nearing. "You're doing good, [Y/N]. Keep taking it." He leaned down, his teeth grazing [Y/N]'s neck as he whispered, "Soon, my dear, you'll be mine completely."

With a final, powerful thrust, Nanami's orgasm tore through him. He groaned, his seed filling [Y/N] as he held onto his husband's hips, not wanting to let go. They stayed that way for a moment, Nanami's breath ragged, his heart pounding. "Are you satisfied now?" he asked, his voice thick with aftershocks. He slowly pulled out, watching as [Y/N]'s hole slowly closed around the absence of his cock and how his semen slowly dripped out of his twitching hole. Maybe [Y/N] would send him more nudes if it always ended like this.

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his friends and his dad hate me • chs

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fuckgirl!reader, fwb

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! angst

synopsis: you broke his little heart, he’s a cry baby. OR, reader excels in the male dominated field of being a female fuckboy! (based off ‘crybaby’ by megan thee stallion)

warnings: p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, riding, vernon gets his heart broke, reader is not a good person

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and needed to finish it 😭 i love when readers are morally gray or just wrong & bad! pls remember this is just fiction ok thx!

despite the protests from his friends and the little (though extremely loud) voice in the back of his head telling him this is a horrible idea, vernon grabs his car keys and tries to slip out of his apartment. “dude, we didn’t even get to finish the game! get back here!” wonwoo shouts, frustration clear in his voice. it’s bible in their friend group to finish any smash tournament that’s started, and he’s breaking the one and only most important rule.

“later!” vernon says, hand on the door knob. he’s sort of stalling, sort of wants to be told that he has to stay behind. the thing is, he’s pathetic, especially when it comes to you. he’d cross all seven seas to get to you, if you asked.

“she doesn’t even like you!” soonyoung shouts. vernon sighs and rolls his eyes, walking down to the hallway and stopping at the entrance of the living room. five of his friends look at him with mild disappointment and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“first of all, she invited me over so you’re wrong—and secondly, you’d all do the same if you had prospects but you don’t,” vernon says, letting out a breath. it felt good for him to fight back like that, though soonyoungs comment does leave him feeling sort of doubtful. very doubtful, actually, because he knows there’s some truth in his statement whether he wants to acknowledge it or not.

minghao and joshua share a look and vernon sighs. “fuck you guys,” he says.

“yeah, whatever. but don’t come back here crying,” soonyoung says, a shit eating grin on his face. vernon flips him off, face flushing in embarrassment at the memory of him getting so drunk that he cried in mingyus arms at the club over you. they’ve never been able to let it go, bringing it up every time your name is mentioned. it’s mortifying, but a slight wake up call. except he’s not thinking with his head right now.

they all snicker, but minghao manages to give him a sympathetic shrug. it doesn’t do much to alleviate the doubt in his head, but the support is nice. simply put, his friends are not fans of you, and he doesn’t necessarily blame them. your relationship started out rocky and unserious—he was a late night booty call for you and a fill-in boyfriend without the title. he did boyfriend things with you—for you, thought you two were together until you dropped the bomb that you didn’t like him or want him like that. he was crushed, but he played it cool and told you that he wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. that only made things worse, seeing that you only called him when you wanted some attention, and constantly made him feel like you wanted him.

the crying in the club bit was the straw that broke the camels back for his friends. they had a mock-intervention for him, urging him to delete your number and to find somebody else, but as if you were summoned at the mention of vernon moving on, you’d called him a few days later and got him back where you wanted him. he hasn’t been able to escape you since, caught in some spell or trap you put him under.

“whatever,” vernon mutters, pulling off his cap to run his fingers through his hair. “i’m leaving now.” he declares, urging himself to actually make the move to leave.

he’s halfway to the door when minghao calls out to him by saying, “my therapist would call this self-destructive behavior!”

vernon doesn’t have time to deeply evaluate his behavior as ‘self-destructive’, because he spends the twenty minute drive to your place psyching himself up. that alone should be indicative of the issue with seeing you, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. instead, he bumps his music and drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

it’s not lost on him that he was able to make it to your place without directions, though he forgot how complicated the apartment parking lot was. by the time he finds a spot that he won’t get towed and/or fined in, he’s much later than when he said he’d be at your place.

vernon sends you a quick ‘here’ text before making his way towards the door to your apartment building. he presses the buzzer for your unit, and his pulse skyrockets. in the few seconds that it takes for you to answer, he spirals thinking of every negative possibility of your encounter. what if you really do hate him, like soonyoung said? and, if not, what if he sucks in bed? what if he says something stupid? what if you find out he’s a complete and utter loser?

“vernon?” your voice crackles through the intercom and shoots straight to fast beating heart, halting his mental spiral of doom, and putting him back in the moment. he’s nervous in a different way now. he’s so unsure of himself around you sometimes—which is definitely a sign that he should cut ties with you.

“y-yeah,” he clears his throat quickly, trying to cover up his shaky voice. “it’s me.” his finger nearly throbs in pain from how much pressure he’s putting on the buzzer.

with a loud pop, the door unlocks and vernon enters. he hikes the two stories to your apartment, and by the time he’s at your door he’s mildly winded from how fast he got up there. vernon stalls a few feet from your door to regain his breath (and confidence). he chews on his bottom lip for a second and glances down the hallway and considers making a run for it.

there isn’t much thought put into that, though, because his feet take him in the other direction towards your front door, and he’s raising his fist to send three soft knocks your way. vernon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighs, dropping his shoulders and rolling them back.

you pull the door open and his eyes snap down to you, and he swears his hearing goes out for a split second, because his face feels like it’s on fire and his muscles feel heavy. and then you smile at him, and he thinks he may melt into a puddle in front of your door. “vernon!” you squeal, laughing yourself onto him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms encircling around his neck. “you took forever.” you mumble, capturing his lips in a kiss that he’s been dreaming of for weeks.

vernon silently thanks the universe that he didn’t collapse when you attached yourself to him, and that he had enough sense to hold onto the bottoms of your thighs for support. “traffic,” he lies, walking the two of you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

he stops walking and the two of you make out for a few minutes. his nerves disappeared the moment you latched onto him. granted, hes a bit nervous, but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out, or like he wants to make a run for it. “you look good, baby,” you purr once you pull back from his lips to really look at him. you run your hands through his short, brown hair and smile at him, and he decides right then and there that all of the pain and suffering you’ve put him through might be worth it, if you keep smiling at him like that.

untangling you legs from his waist, vernon helps set you down and lets his hands drag up your bare legs. your skin is soft like he remembers, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life rubbing and touching it. but your hands make use of pulling down his jacket zipper and subsequently helping him out of his coat, so he unfortunately has to pull his hands away from your thighs.

“have you been working out?” you question, setting his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. vernon looks down at his own biceps and shrugs. “i lift sometimes, yeah,” he says. you walk back over to him and shamelessly feel him up. he’s still skinny, but there’s muscle in places you don’t necessarily remember him having.

“hmm,” is all you reply—it does a lot to cover up how badly you want to tear him out of his clothes. you grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

“how’ve you been?” vernon asks. you giggle at his awkwardness and give him a look over you shoulder as you pull him into your bedroom.

“really great,” you push him lightly towards your bed, and crawl onto his lap, lips finding purchase on his neck. you grind down onto him as you suck a purple mark onto his neck. “what about you?” you ask in between kisses, voice slightly breathless.

“uh, fine,” vernon spits out, mind a bit hazy when you slip off of his lap and onto your knees between his legs. “better.” you smile at him sweetly, but your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans. he helps you pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear.

a soft whimper leaves you mouth at the sight of his semi-hard dick. you press your thighs together and reach forward to grab ahold of his member and start stroking his shaft. vernon looks down at you with parted lips; he feels like he’s in a dream, watching you on your knees below him. you’ve given him head before, but it was conditional. usually, when you felt guilty for something, or knew you made him upset you would suck him off. he tries to push the thoughts away, and succeeds when you wrap you lips around the tip and attempt to take all of him. “fuuuck,” he groans, gripping onto the edge of the bed.

vernon is embarrassed at how quickly you draw out loud moans from him just by massaging his balls as you work your mouth on him. he hasn’t been with anybody else in awhile—and he’s too embarrassed to ever admit that he’s good with just having you, even if he has to wait for you to call him.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he whines, thighs tensing. he lets go of the mattress to gather your hair and wraps it around one of his hands. you moan against his crotch when he pulls, watery eyes flicking up to meet his own. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth and vernon knows this is an image he’ll never, ever forget. “shitshitshit!” his hips buck upwards and he expects you to pull your mouth off of him to use your hands to get him to his release, but you stay put.

it drives vernon crazy. he comes fast, and he doesn’t have time to be embarrassed because you swallow, and then keep sucking after the fact. he’s never seen you act like this, and you’re a bit shocked at your own behavior—you hadn’t realized you missed him that much.

“y/n,” he whimpers, chin falling against his chest. you take that as a sign that he’s about to pass out, and reluctantly pull your mouth off of him with a pop. a trail of spit mixed with cum follows his cock to your mouth, and it makes you want to give him another blow job, but he looks too spent.

“vernon,” you start, getting off of your knees. he manages to sit upright before falling backwards onto your bed.

“give me a minute,” he croaks. you smile and take a few seconds of your own to catch your breath before you undress completely and crawl onto the bed next to him. vernon opens his eyes and looks over at you. “i wanted to do that.” he whines, referring to getting you naked, and reaches out for you.

you crawl on top of him and settle on his abdomen. his hands moves to your waist and his eyes stray trained on your breasts. you lean down a bit, practically putting your boobs in his face. vernon leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples. he shifts the two of you so he’s sitting up straight, thus shifting you down onto his crotch.

you can’t help but grind yourself against him as he plays with your breasts. he fondles the own that’s not in his mouth, and keeps his eyes on you. you moan softly above him, light little pants leaving your mouth that only encourage him. “nonie,” you whine, running your hands through his hair and gently tugging on the strands. “touch me. i want you to touch me.”

vernon pulls his mouth off of your breast and slides his hand that was on your waist up your spine. he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth down to his own in a messy, heated kiss. he manages to flip the two of you over, propping himself up on an elbow and slipping his other hand between your legs.

“all for you,” you purr when he drags his fingers up your slit, a look of disbelief on his face at how wet you are. “need you, nonie. your fingers, mouth, all of it.” you whine, spreading your legs open for him. vernon liked how vocal you were about what you wanted from him. he wished you were as vocal about other aspects of your guys’ relationship, but he’ll take what he can get.

vernon dips two fingers inside of you, your arousal acting as a perfect lubricant. vernon kisses your neck and chest as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. his thumb presses on your clit and you moan out his name. “more, vernon,” you breathe, gripping onto his hair tightly. “fuck, i want you to fuck me vernon. can you fuck me?” you ask, clenching around his fingers.

his cock jumps at your tone of voice and request. “i can fuck you,” he rasps. he’d rather make you cum on his fingers first, but you wish is his command. he lifts up from you and pulls his shirt off. you rake your nails along his exposed abdomen, applying light pressure. you smirk up at him and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. it’s much too intimate, but you can’t deny the butterflies it gives you.

“grab a condom,” you remind him, pointing to your nightstand when he grabs onto the base of his dick. he quickly moves to open the drawer, and he tries to ignore the photobooth strip of photos of you and some guy he’s never met is the first thing he sees. he pushes it out of the way and grabs a stray condom, and slams the drawer shut.

he rips open the package and rolls the condom on before grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder and lining himself up. vernon pushes his hips forward and sinks the tip in. “ah!” you gasp at the delicious stretch. quiet as it’s kept, vernon has a big dick and he knows how to use it. it’s unfortunate that he’s hung and is so shy about it—sometimes you wish he’d call you to fuck, rather than you doing it all the time. “fuck, vernon, you’re so big.” his body flushes with heat and he keeps pushing forward.

you suck him in welcomingly. he fits inside of you like you were made to be stuffed by him. he fucks into with a steady rhythm, and each time he pushes inside a moan is pushed form your lungs. vernon can’t keep his own moans contained, moaning our curses with each thrust. it’s dizzying, how turned on he is by you. he feels like he can’t think about anything other than fucking you and staying like this until eternity. he gets the morbid thought that he’d be okay if he died like this, buried inside of you.

“fuck, right there baby! you’re so good to me, fuck!” you shriek, mouth falling open as you look at there the two of you connect. you get lost in watching him disappear inside of you, by the white ring that’s formed at the base of his dick. the sounds vibrate off of the walls; squelching and skin on skin nearly deafening. “fuck me, vernon!” you cry, hips raising to meet his own.

tears brim in your eyes when he pulls your leg from his shoulder and shoves it up to your chest, spreading you open wider and fucking into you at a different angle. “i m-missed you,” he chokes out, shifting his weight to a single arm so he can grope your chest.

“me too,” you pant, chest arching up into his. you chase his lips with your own, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. your mouths press together, but not in a kiss. you pant and moan harshly against each other, his hips rutting into you at a faster, less rhythmic pace.

“i-im close,” he whimpers, placing an open mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips. you whine out his name as he speeds up his pace, your arms sliding up his back. you dig your nails into his skin, definitely leaving scratches. “fuck, you’re perfect.” he whispers, eyes looking into yours.

you whimper and squeeze around him before your release comes crashing over you. “nonie!” you cry, clutching onto him like a life raft as he fucks you through your orgasm. his strokes lose rhythm completely and moments later he’s coming into the condom, stilling inside of you as he does. you almost wish he wasn’t wearing a condom, so you could feel him.

vernon drops on top of you, his arms too weak to hold himself up. you cling to him, hands running through his hair absentmindedly. you don’t mind the weight of him on you, and you especially don’t mind the fact that he’s still inside of you. you have a soft spot for vernon, even though it may not seem like it. he’s the nicest guy you’ve ever been with—much nicer than the guys you’re typically acquainted with—and he’s sweet to you, even when you don’t deserve it. you know you should probably let him go, free him of your games, but something in you won’t let you. and that same something won’t let you like him—love him—how he deserves.

“vernon,” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“hmm.”

“im hot, and you’re heavy,” you say with a soft giggle. he smiles into the sheets and lifts himself up and pulls himself out of you. both of you whimper pathetically at the loss of contact, and laugh at each other seconds later. he drops down beside you on the bed, rolling onto his back. you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest before resting on your cheek, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

vernon strokes your hair and keeps his eyes on you. if he was a cartoon, his heart would be beating out of his chest and hearts would be shooting out of his eyes.

“you’re staring,” you mutter, rubbing his side.

“because you’re pretty,” he says, hand sliding from your waist to your ass. you roll your eyes and sit up onto your knees and look down at him. you can’t contain the urge to smile or kiss him, so you do both. “you should go pee.” he mumbles, breaking the kiss.

“right,” you say, quickly getting off the bed. no other guy would remind you to pee after sex, but of course vernon does. every single time, too. you wish you could leave him alone.

vernon sits up and grabs his boxers. he pulls them on and stretches his arms above his head, sighing when he feels a pop in his shoulders. somewhere behind him, a phone buzzes once, then twice, then incessantly. he doesn’t know where his phone is, so he digs around in the bed until he finds the source, pulling out the phone from under a pillow. it’s definitely not his, so he feels sort of strange holding it as the name ‘seungcheol’ flashes across the screen.

“what are you doing with my phone?” you ask with an accusatory tone, eyebrows furrowed as you tie your robe.

“i couldn’t find mine, and it was ringing,” vernon says, holding it out to you. you snatch it out of his hand unnecessarily, ready to tell him to mind his business until you look down at the screen and see three texts and a missed call from a guy you’re seeing. it’s not super serious, but you feel bad for vernon having to see it.

“sorry,” you mutter, quickly typing out a response to seungcheol. you try to shove the guilt down as you set your phone down on your dresser. it’s awkward and tense, and you can feel him watching you as you mess around with things on your dresser.

glancing up, you catch his eyes in the mirror and sigh before turning around to face him. you crawl onto the bed next to him and sit on your knees. he won’t meet your eyes, so you try the only thing to bring him back to you.

you kiss his neck and run your hands across his chest. he doesn’t react so you pull your robe open and grab his hand, placing it on your chest and squeezing. “vernon,” you murmur, crawling into his lap. you kiss up his neck, to his jaw, and when you get to his mouth he pulls back.

it’s not his business at all, but he can’t hold back when he asks, “who was that?”

you bite your bottom lip and encircle your arms around your neck. you press your weight into his crotch and bite back a smile when he covers a groan with a throat clear. “he’s just a friend, nonie,” you lie, kissing his cheek. “you have me. all of me.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes, and you feel his cock twitch under your ass. he’s pathetic, and it’s never been more clear to him because he kisses you and palms your breast, pinching your nipple lightly and shoving off your robe. he knows he’s reaches new lows because he lets you push him flat onto the bed and pull his underwear down. when you sink down onto him—with no condom this time—he knows he’s fucked.

you ride him like your life depends on it, like him forgetting that seungcheol ever called is imperative to keeping this thing going between the two of you, because it is. you bring out all the stops, riding him on your toes and telling him things he definitely wants to hear, like how nobody feels better than him, and he’s the best you’ve ever had.

vernon leaves your apartment with clarity on one thing: he understands why his friends can’t stand you.

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ryuichirou · 2 days

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How do you think the twst boys would react if their partner called someone else's name while they're having sex? I know that this is a very "it depends" question: for example Sebek would probably react pretty differently if Idia said Lilia's name instead of other names (like the tweels or Azul), and the situation would change even more if he was with Malleus instead of Idia... But I'm curious what you think

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! This ask intrigued me for such a long time lol This is so cruel, but also so interesting…😭

You are right, it really does depend on a lot of stuff, but I will try to mention a couple of options when it’s applicable! But also spoiler alert, pretty much all of them would be very displeased (shocking!).

Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoy the post.

Riddle – off with your head! Jokes aside, I think he would be quite heartbroken and pissed. The only person that I can think of who could fuck up so massively with Riddle is Ace… so he’ll definitely spend an eternity wearing Riddle’s collar, I don’t know what he needs to do to be forgiven lol rip

Ace – he would get mad, stop and start bombarding his lover with questions. What’s even worse is that every other guy that his lover could name (Trey or Floyd for Riddle, Jack for Deuce) is much taller and bigger than him, so Ace’s mind would immediately go to “oh I get it”. He’ll probably lose his boner and start avoiding the other person, but not for long: Ace is vindictive and petty, so once he calms down a little, he’ll start enjoying the other boy being very apologetic and guilty around him. Is he going to bully his lover and punish him when they have sex the next time? Absolutely. He has to restore his ego, too.

Deuce – if it’s Ace who does it, Deuce will be surprised and confused, but then punch him and push him away; they might actually fight a little before Deuce kicks Ace out of their room. It’s not like Deuce wanted to bring extra attention, he was just shocked and upset, but now the entire dorm knows that something happened between the two lol But if this somehow happens with Jack of all people, I feel like Deuce would be too shocked to react properly at first, maybe even start gaslighting himself that he just didn’t hear Jack right.

Trey – if the lover himself didn’t notice that he said something wrong, Trey would seemingly pretend that it didn’t happen and just continue what he was doing. Because stopping mid-sex to address this is way too awkward and he doesn’t want this whole thing, so he’ll just bear with it… which doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t care at all, he actually would care and a lot and probably even get mad (more than he expected to be!), so he’ll get pretty rough all of a sudden, almost sadistic even.

Cater – he would actually stop and address it. He might actually continue if his lover gives him an excuse or explanation, and he might even seemingly play along, but similarly to Trey, he would get rougher. He could also start asking questions about his lover wanting to have sex with that other person, but as if it’s dirty talk.

Leona – he would get mad, he might actually get physical and shove the lover away for doing that, but in actuality being called someone else’s name would kind of tingle him in a weird way. It’s not like he is ever going to address it because frankly, he is too proud for that.

Ruggie – doesn’t really give a shit? He doesn’t expect to be anyone’s one and only, the only thing he’d be worried about is whether he is going to get his credit for fucking someone so nicely or not lol But maybe he just didn’t meet someone he would care enough about to get upset. If he hears any other name from Leona though, he’ll absolutely remember it. Valuable information.

Jack – would get upset and jump to conclusions even if it was an accident, but if it happens mid-sex, there is no way he is going to stop. He’ll get much more rough and possessive though, he’ll start biting and leaving all kinds of marks outside and inside his lover’s body.

Azul – he would get so upset that he might actually not finish, but honestly, it depends. I can picture him shoving the other guy away from him and leaving just as well as I can picture him getting so angry that he just grabs his lover even tighter and starts fucking them even stronger. Oh, and there will be ink. Thankfully, it’s just an octo-boy getting angry and not blot, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised seeing Azul overblot over this… One would expect him to maybe even start crying, but Azul would smile. Smile in such a terrifying way, as if he completely lost it. Asking about the other name, laughing quietly, finding roundabout way to call his lover a whore that only used him. It would get scary lol but afterwards he would leave… and start thinking about revenge. Ace is vindictive, but Azul? He is the most vindictive person ever, there is no way he won’t start punishing his lover from that point and until he forgives him (so forever). Also, I somehow think that he would be more upset if Idia called him any other name than if Jamil did it; at least he knows not to trust Jamil even though he has a fat crush on him; but with Idia he is genuinely very close, so that would be a betrayal that is almost impossible to recover from.

Jade – while it’s shitty, ironically, this is one of the best things that could happen to Jade because suddenly he has this thing that he could use to torture the other person with. It all depends on a situation, Jade could ignore it and then act like he is hurt for some time and confess after a couple of days that he was actually very hurt by it (not fake at all), or he could start acting hurt right away. Or he could pull the dick out slowly, apologising and saying that he’s going to call the other person if this is who his lover wishes to see instead of him. Especially if someone called him Floyd, THEN it’s extra spicy (and Jade’s emotions are a bit genuine then). Also, if it’s Idia and he somehow manages to call Jade Azul, Jade would have extra fun because now he can play with both of them.

Floyd – he’ll address it immediately, he’ll bulldoze his lover with a “hey, why did you call me that?” very directly. It’s not impossible for him to actually get annoyed and leave, he is still a Leech, so he might do something similar to what Jade is doing. Doesn’t matter who his lover is, he could start asking questions, demanding they tell Floyd everything, refusing to continue fucking (or just stimulating his lover more intensely) until they answer his very invasive questions. Ironically, he would have the most fun with this type of thing with Riddle, when he would pound his guts while Riddle chokes on his own saliva refusing to tell which one of the two men felt better inside of him. And then, after he is all done with Riddle and the adrenalin rush is over, THEN he would get angry and annoyed and want to punch someone.

Kalim – he would assume it’s some kind of mistake at first, maybe he just didn’t hear it right; so he won’t stop and try not to get hung up on it. But he probably won’t be able to forget about it completely and would keep thinking about it, maybe looking at Jamil and that other person whose name he said. There is no way he’d be able to keep his own confusion a secret though, so he’ll just ask Jamil directly and very loudly at some point, and make this whole thing much more awkward that it already is. Poor Jamil probably doesn’t even remember anything…

Jamil – would he really care? I guess he would in a “well anyone would feel shitty if you fuck them and then call them some other name” type of way, at least initially. He doesn’t allow himself any emotional attachment, so it’s not like his first instinct would be to feel bad. And if it’s Kalim who does it, Jamil would think “if he has someone else he’s thinking about, why do I even bother having sex with him?”, playing it off as if he is just doing extra work that someone else could do for him. But the bitter aftertaste would last for quite some time… Also, knowing Kalim, he could very easily call Jamil someone else’s name but that would 100% just be a random name because his brain got too fried due to arousal and he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore lol Also, just because Jamil “doesn’t care” doesn’t mean that he won’t confront his lover about it. Don’t treat him like shit!

Vil – he would actually be deeply offended by it. I think he would stop everything, demand explanation immediately and maybe even punch his lover if he doesn’t like the explanation that he gets. I feel like this is one of the worst things one could do to Vil lol The level of his anger and heartbreak could be different depending on a scenario (if it’s Jade or Floyd or Trey, then it’s pretty shitty because even if you like someone else, you have to be present for a person you’re shoving your dick into; but still it’s not as bad, just super rude). But if it’s Rook, then unless it’s some kind of Rook-yapping-magic, it’s difficult to imagine Vil actually continuing with the sex after being called someone else’s name. Hey, at least he (or any other guy) didn’t call you Neige, that would be yikes.

Rook – he would get surprised and immediately start thinking: did he see the signs of these two getting close? Are they intimate with each other? Because if they are, chances are, Rook already knows about it: he knows everything about everybody’s love life lol But still, hearing it from his own lover while having sex is huge! If it’s someone who he has fleeting interest in, he would ignore it as it happens, but then hint at it later (“you should really be honest with your feelings for this one person~ wink” type of way). If it’s someone he is very close to though, like Vil, he won’t stop, but will tease him and then suggest inviting the other person to share their bed. Is he still teasing or is he serious? Your guess is as good as mine.

Epel – his first reaction would be confusion, he might quietly repeat what he’s just heard and blink slowly, looking almost too adorable in his puzzlement, but then he would punch his lover and yell at him, demanding for him to let go of him and fuck off. Well, it might not happen with every potential partner, but this scene is surprisingly easy to imagine lol I think Epel is the type who gets angry first and gets upset and starts crying afterwards, when the anger part is over. I don’t know how jealous Epel is, but being called someone else’s name would still suck a lot. If it happens with Floyd though, he might actually continue having ~angry~ sex with him, while being super mad at Floyd but also enjoying it a bit too much. It’s not like he can run away when he is being squeezed so tightly, and his angry screams would get muffled by Floyd’s massive hand.

Idia – he would get more upset that he himself expected to be; Idia always keeps in mind every possible bad scenario that could happen, and he is pretty pessimistic and paranoid in general, so his first thought would be “right, I should have known better”. But since it’s pretty difficult for Idia to open up (let’s ignore that in almost every scenario we put him in the sex part is very sudden lol), he would feel heartbroken, betrayed and pretty disappointed in himself for believing another human being. Similarly to Azul being the most hurt if it’s Idia, Idia would be the most hurt if it’s Azul. Or Lilia, but to be honest I can’t imagine Lilia calling any names in general while having sex lol But anyway, he would probably get pretty salty and avoiding afterwards. Unless it’s Ortho who does it because in that case Idia would try very hard to be happy for him. And if it all ends up being a big misunderstanding, Idia would still be kind of salty and snarky, reminding about the fact that it happened from time to time.

Ortho – option one: he stops for a moment and asks about it right away; option two: he doesn’t stop, but replays the audioclip afterwards and asks if there is anything his lover wants to tell him. It it’s Idia, he is half-excited half-jealous about the possibility of him getting a boyfriend, so it could go either way, but he would probably try o act supportive… while being super jealous and possessive, as always!

Lilia – he might get pouty and go “huuuh?”, but he is more amused than upset lol No matter who his lover is, he won’t allow him to get away from questions. Are you two that close? Did you do it with him? Do you want to? How do you want to do it? And all of it while still fucking the poor boy. It’s like a mix of a mean lover who bullies with dirty talk and a nasty old man who is very interested in younglings’ love life.

Silver – he would get surprised, so his eyes would widen very cutely, but he probably won’t say anything; he is the type to suffer quietly. Well, I’m not even sure if he would allow himself to suffer: if it’s Lilia, then it’s nothing new. If it’s Sebek, he might actually get more upset, but probably tell himself that they aren’t actually dating, so maybe Sebek is just using him for training… in which case, this isn’t anything new either.

Sebek – if it’s Malleus who does that, Sebek would swallow his pride and bear with it like a good boy that knows his place. Of course Malleus would think of Lilia when he is with him, and Sebek could only wish to be one day good enough to replace this image in Malleus’ head, even though this feeling sucks: Sebek is very jealous when he probably isn’t allowed to be… so he’ll cope by fucking Malleus harder and trying his absolute best to pleasure him in a way that even Lilia couldn’t! So much space for improvement and motivation! And if it’s Silver or Idia, he would get pissed and more aggressive, but won’t stop fucking lol He is very likely to yell at Silver, like Are you asleep?! or something (won’t yell as much if Silver calls him Father though lol), and Idia… oh poor Idia won’t hear the end of it, he’ll get called all kinds of nasty words for being so promiscuous.

Malleus – oh no one is surviving this. He wouldn’t like it at all. No matter who his lover is, no matter what Malleus is being called, if it’s anything other than his name, this world is going to end. I feel like there is some level of getting over it with the rest of the guys, but Malleus? Oh no no no.

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Deidara's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two

From Itachi:

I swear I'm not mad just give it back

You're STILL not over that?!

What are you even shaving? You don't have a single hair on your face!

Not my business who you date, just keep them from fighting all the time!

That's funny because Hidan said it was you, asshole.

I never ask you questions like that about Sasori, do I?!

You better hide, Kakuzu's going around collecting rent

God you're a worse gossip than Tobi!

I know it was you my whole room smells like clay!

That's a really lewd thing to say ... are you really hitting on me or are you just drunk off your ass?

Yeah but considering I use nothing in mine and you use like 200 products in yours, I'd say mine is better.

Stop it. You're not a pet person.

Okay can you just come with me? I don't ever ask you for favors do I?!

Pay me back what you owe me first.

From Hidan:

Yeah but I'm hotter. Like WAY hotter.

He loves to say stupid shit like that, he's not being serious.

Bet his dick is bigger tho.

That's literally the most stupid shit I've ever heard. We're MEANT to eat meat, fucker!

Yeah but if shark dick catches us he'll beat our asses and Kakuzu already said he's not putting me back together if it happens again!

I'll pray to Jashin for you, you pathetic atheist.

Let's get the fuck out of here and get something to eat. Kakuzu's sleeping I can swipe his wallet!

Me and you? In your DREAMS, kid. You couldn't handle this immortal dick.

Why tf would I care about that? Tits or not me and you are brothers, man.

Crablegs.

No, steak. Rare-rare. Still mooing.

Fuck a vegetable. Load it up with meat.

No wait corn is good but make sure it's seasoned with the meat blood.

That cunt did not beat my ass he caught me by surprise! I'll kill him next time I see his ugly face!

From Konan:

I don't remember my siblings so you all are it for me.

When a girl asks how old you think she is always answer like 10 years younger than you actually think! But seriously, 40?! FORTY??

Did you always know or did it take you a little bit to figure it out?

Rose petal or honeysuckle. Sometimes lilac if it's not too overwhelming.

It's a complicated situation for sure. They both feel something strongly for you but if my opinion counts? I'd stay with Sasori. At least you know what to expect from him, and I think he genuinely loves you.

I've narrowed it down to you or Hidan. If you confess I'll go easy on you. :-)

Please be gentler with him. He may hide it but he's gotten really fragile these last few months and he's in pain almost constantly.

Threatening to "beat people's asses" isn't my style. I go for the silent kill.

Wow, HE did that for YOU? That's interesting.

Take it up with Kakuzu. He's supposed to provide you all with extra money for exactly these types of things.

I would just do it, Dei. Be grateful your punishment is so light compared to what you did.

Are you two serious? You realize we're all trying our hardest NOT to attract negative attention?!

Perkier if it's chilly out ;)

I thought about it but I've had it this length for forever. It'd probably look weird long.

Only if you promise to sit still this time. I'm not gonna have you complain if it gets smudged again.

From Kakuzu

Brat. Stop.

I don't give a shit if you don't like him. He's valuable and this organization can't afford to lose him. So SUCK IT UP.

The waxing poetic was one thing but the actual poetry was nauseating.

That's coming out of your paycheck.

How is that an "emergency expense"?!

I don't care what you feel it is, "unfair" or not EVERYONE is expected to contribute to the bills. You use the lights? You pay. You take showers? You pay. You eat the food? You. PAY.

I know you two are friends. You have fairly good ideas about what he likes. Help me and I'll take off that debt you owe me from last month.

Sasori can do that for you, can't he??

Nice try, kid, but you still owe me. And you couldn’t handle my immortal love anyway.

From Tobi

I'd ask you to come with but Itachi thinks you'll try and blow him up while he's asleep.

Diabetes was just made up by assholes who don't want us to eat all the good sugar!

He's really so selfish he wouldn't let me borrow you for one night?

Hidan said it was you ...

I KNOW you like older men! Hey what if I told you I was 31, what then??

Of all the things that could be under this mask, why would "sharingan" be one of your guesses? That's ridiculous Senpai!

Come on Senpai! Leader would be mad at first but I think everyone would like a puppy!

Just tell him that you were only home 10 days this month so you should only have to pay 1/3 of the rent

If you want to but Hidan would probably call you a lot of names for wearing it

Marry me and I'll carry you everywhere all the time. It's a good deal!

Let's see if one of the others will trade with us, I hate going to really cold places

Try if you want to but Konan hit me so hard last time I saw stars for three days

Can you make me a bomb shaped like a scythe? Hidan is getting on my nerves.

From Zetsu

It's complicated, but everybody's blood has a distinct scent. Your's smells like lava and ash. It's very unique.

"Love" or not I'd watch my back, child. You'd make a prettier puppet for him than anyone else.

The years don't go by but centuries do.

Come now, you could have left SOME of those bodies in-tact for me!

I can't imagine that it would matter in the long run.

If you three don't stop attracting so much attention we'll have to pick up and move yet again!

I can tolerate human food but it doesn't compare to humans as food.

Neither. Neither of them is a suitable match for you. I'd run as far as I could from both of them.

Thank you for the offer but I don't believe your moisturizer would be effective on my plant skin.

No, not especially. Things are much the same to me.

If Kakuzu said no then there's no point in asking Leader. Kakuzu holds the money with an iron fist and Nagato has never once interfered with his decisions.

A bit more rest and some decent food would do you a world of good.

From Nagato

Then I must not understand true art because all I can see is property damage and unwanted negative attention being drawn towards our organization.

I understand your frustration but please continue to work with him. I need Sasori to stay here and you're the only one Tobi will listen to.

Oh? It seems it may be time I had a talk with you young ones then.

I see no need for further recruits.

Yes, thank you. Konan used it on my hair and it worked wonderfully.

I'm aware you don't like him but please endeavor to coexist in this group with him. Also remember how precarious his health is before you pull another stunt like the one you and Hidan did yesterday.

I won't stand in the way of your personal goals but surely you realize how extreme self-detonation sounds?

I got you all these phones as a way to communicate efficiently with your partners and with the entire group over long distances. NOT to play games. Kakuzu tells me the phone bill is $200 over it's usual amount due to unathorized games and extra features. If this keeps up I'll take them back.

Next time please be sure you're checking who you're sending explicit pictures to. I assume that was meant only for Sasori's eyes? Now I have Tobi and two others ready to kill him to be your partner.

From Kisame

I shouldn't admit it but it WAS very funny.

But what would be the purpose? Samehada steals chakra, aesthetics don't matter.

I can't tell the future but I can guess that if he's stayed this long, then he probably means to stay with you for life.

Yeah well if one more "accidentally" goes off under his window while he's napping I'm going to make a sandwich of your fingers, kid.

I suppose that would be fun but good luck getting the money from Kakuzu.

I can't even imagine the lives they live. It's really more merciful for them that we extract their demon and send them to the afterlife.

Our relationship is so much more than that but all you immature brats ever ask about is the sex aspect. Shameful.

There's no way he bought that fresh, I can smell it all the way back in my room!

Wear your cloak and perhaps borrow Sasori's as well, it's extremely windy and chilly.

Have you considered a haircut, maybe? Or to dye it black like my Itachi's?

Lol relax it was a joke, no need for threats.

From Sasori

I did get them. Beautiful, but Kakuzu would kill you if he knew you were using these phones for such lewd purposes.

A "magic cure" doesn't beat eating right, going to bed at a decent hour, and exercising once in a while, brat.

Funny how they all think I'M the pervert here when YOU'RE the one who came at ME so aggressively. Brat.

I can think of a much better use for all of those pretty mouths of yours, Dei. Come see me and I'll show you what I mean.

Maybe I need to get you a dictionary for Christmas. Because you STILL don't seem to understand what "covert" and "stealth" mean.

Yeah well you nearly dying because of your own carelessness isn't what I'd call fun. So stop it before I end you myself.

I would never.

"<3" is not a heart. I don't care what idiots say. A real human heart is NOT shaped like that. I'll bring you one of my anatomy textbooks so you can see for yourself.

Yes, I suppose. But don't make it a habit please.

Your breathing sounded strange. Come see me for a checkup. Now.

I don't care for when he sends us on missions to cold places. Bad for you and puts a lot of wear on Hiroku.

Trust me, you DO snore. Like a steam engine.

Why you can't simply ignore him, I'll never understand.

Your eating habits are atrocious, brat.

You're quite the silly one, aren't you?

Mm. You know it's not in me to be jealous. But. If I *ever* see him touch you like that again it'll be the last time his fucking hand is attached to his body. You're MINE.

It's just baffling to me that you won't do it. You'd be the centerpiece of the entire collection! Come on I KNOW you love attention!

I wouldn't trust Hidan around something like that.

Goodnight, my sweet prince. See you in the morning ... if the poison doesn't take you out :-)

As per the Inbox request of @tulipunainenruusu 😊

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