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#( not going to name anything specific but there are some 'jokes' that people take way too far with this community )
thatfandomslut · 7 hours
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Not Into Guys
Regina George x Lesbian!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Trigger Warnings: Aaron Samuels (i'm joking, they're besties), underage drinking
Request:
Can I please request a fic where Regina is like “I know your secret you like Aaron” and super flirty reader is confused and like “Why would I like him when you’re here” and Regina is shocked and it’s super cute and they’re gay for each other!
Mean Girls requests are open.
This all started because of a rumor accidentally started by none other than Gretchen Wieners. "I heard her flirting with Aaron Samuels. She called him her boy toy." Gretchen informed Regina who crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair in thought. It wasn't hidden information that Regina George liked (Y/n). Regina thought they had a thing. Obviously, she was wrong if (Y/n) claimed Aaron to be her 'boy toy.' As she listened to Gretchen go on about everything she had heard, Regina's icy blue eyes landed on (Y/n) as she made her entrance into the classroom.
Typically, Regina had only kind things to say about (Y/n). Unfortunately, her entering with Aaron seemed to cause anything nice to leave her mind as she narrowed her eyes at them. She just couldn't understand why anyone in their right mind would choose Aaron over her. She was gorgeous, popular, and rich. However, Regina supposed that Aaron was kind and funny. People didn't usually associate Regina with those two attributes. Instead, they associated her with beautiful but mean. Which, was right, of course. Regina just hoped that wasn't something (Y/n) thought of her. She wanted (Y/n) to like her the way she did (Y/n).
"This class is kind of lame. I might leave before it starts," Regina interrupted Gretchen, hoping she would stop talking about (Y/n) and Aaron. If she had to hear any more information about them being together, she would either vomit or kill Gretchen. There was a possibility that both of those scenarios were likely, and she would commit both rather than either. Fortunately, the honey blonde beside her seemed to catch on, and she stopped talking about them. "It's not like I'm ever going to actually need geometry. I have people to do my math for me."
Karen nodded enthusiastically at the point that she made. Regina could easily ask Cady if she needed someone to look over floor plans. She was above math, she decided. Aaron had left once the bell rang, leaving (Y/n) by herself at her desk. A small, devilish smirk crossed Regina's lips as she stood up. "(Y/n), I was thinking about skipping class. Would you like to join us?" Regina questioned, and it didn't take a second thought for (Y/n) to accept the invite. Just like Regina, she didn't necessarily care for math. Instead, she would rather escape the confines of those four walls that held math puns and math memes due to the teacher trying to fit in. Karen and Gretchen were about to follow Regina out before she told them to stay. She had some things to talk to (Y/n) about. Specifically, things involving Aaron Samuels and why (Y/n) thought that Aaron was better than her.
Regina would never deny the fact that she was the jealous type. She had decided a long time ago that (Y/n) was going to be her girlfriend, Aaron wasn't going to ruin this plan with his boyish good looks or boy-next-door kindness. That was why Regina brought (Y/n) to the mall, to show off her money in an attempt to woo (Y/n). An attempt that failed as (Y/n) had to assure her over and over again that she didn't want anything Prada or Gucci. Regina was beginning to wonder how attached (Y/n) was to Aaron. If she couldn't convince her to date her over name-brand items, how was she going to convince her to date her at all?
"Okay, what's wrong, Regina?" (Y/n) questioned once they got to the food court. She was starting to grow concerned when Regina didn't comment on how badly styled the mannequins were like she usually did. She was starting to think that maybe it was something that she was doing wrong. If Regina would communicate with her, she would be able to accommodate and change whatever she was doing that was bothering Regina. "I feel like I've done something to upset you."
Regina realized she was beginning to let what Gretchen said about (Y/n) and Aaron get to her. However, instead of being able to keep it in, she was expressing it. A smile crossed her lips as she played it off. "Everything is fine, you did nothing wrong. Now that we're here, though, we can have girl talk." The two girls sat down, confusion bubbling (Y/n) at how quickly Regina changed her mood. "I know you're secret… You like Aaron Samuels." Regina stated confidently, looking down at (Y/n).
(Y/n), on the other hand, was only growing more confused. She wanted to laugh because of how confident Regina had said that. It was completely false. "Why would I have a crush on Aaron when you're here?" She questioned, crossing her arms as she looked up at Regina. It was unintentionally smooth. It caught Regina off guard as her cheeks began to heat up slightly at what she had said. "Aaron is my best friend, and I'm a lesbian." (Y/n) told Regina, wondering why she even thought she was remotely into him.
"Didn't you say he was your boy toy though? I've had great sources tell me this." Regina claimed. She sometimes needed to remind herself that Gretchen took information and ran with it. (Y/n) smiled a bit as shook her head. Leaning in, she kissed Regina, who reciprocated happily. She could hear her heart beating in her ear as she tried to keep herself from messing the kiss up by smiling at it. "Okay, okay, fine… You're not into Aaron."
(Y/n) laughed a bit at the comment before Regina pulled her back into a kiss. This time, she kissed deeper, not as nervous as the first time. Though, her heartbeat remained loud in her ears as they kissed. Regina couldn't care less if anyone was scowling, because all that mattered to her in that moment was how (Y/n)'s hands felt as they cupped her cheeks.
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spideyyeet · 1 year
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can you plssss do a jealous angsty smut with MMA!Toji? i love me some angst 😣😣😣
✵ UNWARRANTED LUST ✵
mma!toji hates how his relationship needs to be a secret, he hates it more when he can’t say anything when someone’s flirting with his girlfriend
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✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x reader ✵
✵ tags — angsttt + age gap + jealous toji + crying + overstimulat*on + subspace + squ*rting + blo*d (in mma fight)+ spit k*nk + makeup s3x + sum soft toji + dacryphilia + pet names + pnssy slapping + nsfw + sfw +
✵ notes — I’ve gotten soo many requests for an angst with mma!toji, yall rlly like the pain💀 some were super specific and idk if I’ll have time to do each one, so I chose the most vague request and will try and combine the ones that were sent it — so again thxs to everyone that has been reading mma!toji and expressing their likes!
18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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a quick fyi — most mma fighters only fight like 2-3 times a year but for the purposes of this mma au, I’m disregarding this…:p
toji was your first serious relationship. though you’ve been dating for about two months now. you felt such adoration for him. he taught you so many new things. he was also the man to take your virginity away. him being older than you also had benefits. specifically his understanding nature and the way he spoils you, maybe a little too much. but then there’s his own problems…
the cold drink dribbled down his chin, slipping to his chest as he continued to chug the water. the constant sound of laughter and the beating music of the gym was making his blood pressure rise. his eyes flickering over to the source of the angelic voice. seeing the squint of her adorable eyes as she laughed, her cheeks a dusty pink. but the scene was soured by the man that was drooling over her.
“toji?” getou’s voice brought toji back to his training match in the ring. getou bouncing on his feet as he waited for toji to return.
“mm,” toji grunts, setting his water down as he fixed his hand wrappings, as he stood up. toji’s new couch, sukuna, was instructing him, however, his words were going in one ear and out the other.
“you didn’t know that now did you?” the gruff voice of a fellow fighter echoed through the gym. did it bother toji that he couldn’t outwardly shout and tell them to leave his girlfriend alone? at the moment she was just here to do her job and get photos of him for the paper. she was covering his next fight in the paper, and it was not public knowledge that they were together.
“what’s the problem with telling people?” toji mumbled, as he kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her neck as he gently rocked his morning wood between her legs.
“i…uh…wait toji,” toji found it so fucking adorable, how you still got so flustered whenever he’d get all sexually excited for you. her hand on his bare chest as she tried to calm her burning cheeks.
“yes?” toji pressed his clothed boner firmly against her exposed slit. her breath hitched, fingers digging into the flesh of chest. she took a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts—her mind always getting scrambled when he touched her like that.
“i have to cover this fight so I can have this story published, and it’ll be in the sports journal this time, which would be amazing for my resume/portfolio, especially since it’s before I’m graduating,” you explain, “but if it gets out that we’re together now, then they’ll probably pull out my story or make a joke out of it.” you say very clearly for the man so he can understand. his head tilting as he looks down at you. your cheeks flush under his gaze.
“but you’re gonna be in the gym,” toji says, his knuckles gently caressing the tops of your breasts that are exposed in his huge tshirt that’s slid down your shoulder, a worried smile lifting on his lips when he sees the way your nipples already perk up through the material. it was too easy.
“i don’t like most of the guys there.” toji deadpans, his eyes lifting up to your flushed face. “they’re gonna be all over you.” you react so obviously to his touch, gaze, smell, you were his. he knew you only wanted him…but you were just so oblivious sometimes. you’re so unaware of all the looks and ways people speak about you. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or curse that you only ever entertain him.
“i’m only coming to do my job, besides, it’s not like I’m gonna interview you, ‘m just gonna grab some pictures of you training beforehand, and I’ll talk to sukuna-san about how he’s training you—“
“sukuna-san?” toji had a slight edge to his voice. your eyes squinting at him.
“seriously?” toji sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.
“i hate journalists,” he grumbles into your skin. you let out a sigh, only to yelp as you feel his rocking start again. “w-wait—“ toji cuts you off with his lips, tongue already between yours as he grunts into your lips as he pulls his leaking dick out.
“no waiting, gonna fill you up,” his words sent your brain overheating.
“don’t say things like th—ah!” his tip entering had your nails digging into his shoulder, your head falling back as he stretched you. “ ‘s big—ah wait wa-ah,” Toji’s tongue licked your lips, as your hips tried to wiggle away from him.
“cmon puppy, open,” his tongue hanging out waiting for you to copy, eyes obediently meeting his as your lips parted, tongue peaking out. he ran his tongue against yours. humming in approval as he felt your gummy walls clench around his tip, trying to suck him in.
“who’s all needy now,” he smiles against your lips as you moan, feeling him enter you. his salvia running down your tongue as you flushed with arousal, his hand pushing the material of your shirt up, exposing your tits as his fingers tweaked at your nipples. “slutty pup,” he whispered, as he licked your ear, your legs instinctively moving higher up his waist as he went deeper.
“faster—please,” you pant, just wanting him to enter you fully, toji laughed in your ear as he rubbed your thigh, his hand moving further down your leg, before he lifted it higher and drove his cock deep into your pussy, your back arching at the surprise as you screamed out. toji smiled as he pulled out and snapped his hips back in, picking up the pace.
that was yesterday. the conversation echoed in his mind the moment you arrived today. sukuna had already spoken to you, and now you were supposed to be getting photos of him. but instead this prick was all over you.
“oi quit with fucking talking!” toji’s shout sent the entire gym halting. your eyes startled wide as you looked over at toji, glaring in your direction, his eyes bleeding into the man’s mind.
“just asking the journalist here some questions, no harm man!” miyori tried to brush off. getou took a step towards toji, there was only a small number of people that knew about the relationship. getou, gojo, his manager, and sukuna.
“if I hear your voice one more time,” toji’s blood was boiling.
“your scaring the journalist, we’re just talking—“
“i’m fine,” you quickly interject, trying to diffuse the situation. “i think I have all the photos I need. ill make my way out now. thank you toji-san, sukuna-san—“
“no you’re not,” miyori cuts you off. you look up at him as he stands a bit too close. toji raises a brow at miyori. “you can stay longer. toji’s always triggered by journalists.”
“uh,” what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?
“besides, I like having you here,” miyori said, catching you slightly off guard. toji cursed to himself, this is why you’re so shit with cutting people off. you could not take compliments for shit. you always got flustered or awkward, and if it was a stranger, like this guy, they’ll definitely get the wrong idea. and you always assume it’s about your job.
“oh um, thanks,” you awkwardly reply, as miyori smiles at you.
“toji it’s fine, cmon,” getou put a hand on toji’s chest. first, getou was slightly nervous to continue fighting a raging toji. second, toji usually tended to lash out on everyone when he was pissed off. third, gym toji was a different level of rage.
“y/n-san,” toji was practically seething, your eyes looking over at the man. your brows furrowed, he needed to calm down. “leave.”
“toji ‘s not a big deal,” the moment miyori’s hand touched your lower back, toji could not compose himself.
“i’m done, anyways, i’ll go,” you knew how upset toji was getting, and besides you were done for the day.
“it’s okay, toji is just—“
“i said it’s fine, you don’t have to stand up for me,” you snap miyori, trying your best not to let him get the wrong idea. he really was just being nice and asking you questions. but now, it was just awkward how he thought he needed to talk for you.
“i’m just helping you out, sweetie,” ew…
“leave her alone. she’s leaving now, so drop it,” toji took in a breath, trying desperately to compose himself, as getou stood in his way with a hand to his chest. the last thing toji wanted to do was expose your relationship and ruin your job, that you so desperately loved.
“i’m leaving,” you quickly grab your things and make a swift exit. the man doesn’t have a chance to stop you, since he was having a stare down with toji.
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toji drops his bag by the door, eyes landing on your back, seated at the kitchen counter typing. the events of the day had his blood a bit too hot as he moved over to you.
“you’re not coming friday,” toji mumbles in your ear, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat.
“fuck—toji, don’t do that,” you take your headphones off. looking over your shoulder at his annoyed expression. “what’s up?”
“you’re not coming friday,” toji repeats, your brow raised as you turned in your seat, his arms were caged around your body. holding the counter behind you.
“the match?” you look at him, he doesn’t answer. “the one in six days? this friday?” he’s quiet. “funny.”
“i don’t want you there,” he says, you rub your eye as you glare at him with the free one
“okay?” you reply sarcastically. “i have a job, I told you.”
“i don’t care,” his words were cold, clearly not joking.
yours brows furrowed. your hand coming up to his chest to push him back, needing some space, especially with how he’s acting. toji stepped back as he looked at you.
“why’re you acting like this?” your eyes try to read him, it’s always been a little difficult especially when he‘s not the type to really expresses himself.
“like what?” he shoots back, your face clearly showing how uninterested you are in his attitude. toji could read you easily.
“like an asshole?” you huff, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. you moved around the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “this is the first time i’m seeing you fight since we’ve started dating.”
“we’re not dating,” you looked over your shoulder at toji leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed in his tight black shirt. “we’re not dating in public. that’s what you said.” your eye twitches. “so you’re not coming.” is he really upset about today?
“fine we’re not dating, but I still have a job,” you huff back, drinking the water.
“I don’t care,” toji shrugs. “fuck the job, and fuck the journalism shit.”
“stop it,” your eyes stare back at his cold ones. “if it’s about today—“
“great you catch on, it is about today. exactly why you’re not coming to the match, because all the guys and miyori will be there,” toji breaks, his voice rising, as his bicep flexes a bit in aggression remembering everything that happened today.
“i left after I finished taking the photos, miyori-san was annoying, and I left—“
“no, you left when I told you too, miyori was practically fucking you with his eyes and you took it,” toji laughed, your chest was squeezing and your blood was rising in annoyance.
“i did not. and I left after you told me because you looked like you were going to go ape shit on him. but I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have everything I needed,” you shot back, as toji looked at you.
“sweetheart, please,” toji squeezed his eyes shut, the sharpness in his voice sent shivers down your spine. “you can’t turn guys down—you just can’t—“
“I did!” you shot back.
“no you didn’t! you were fucking laughing and accepting all the shit that was pouring out of his mouth!” toji was now pissed.
“I was being nice, is that a sin?”
“it is! it is when you’re not clear—you don’t know anything about fucking boundaries. and I can’t even say shit because of your shitty journalist shit—“
“it’s not shit.”
“it is—ah fuck i fucking hate journalists! all the fucking same shit — fuck!” toji was shouting. his words felt like cuts itching into your chest. your eyes filling up with tears.
“asshole,” you mumble. toji rubs his face, hands behind his head as he looks at you. his blood was pumping in his ears as he watched you, move past him.
“I can’t help you if some guy’s hitting on you,” toji looks over his shoulder to see you packing your things in your bag. “hey, y/n—“
“i don’t need you to help me,” you snap, eyes filled with tears as you look up at him. “asshole asshole asshole…” you chant very childishly to yourself as you suck your breath as you quickly pack your bag and grab it moving towards the bedroom.
“are serious? baby,” toji watches you grab your phone from the charger and pushing past him. “y/n!” toji grabs your arm, you look back at him, a deep glare staring back at him, your lashes coated with tears as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to resist the urge to let that tear slip. “you’re not gonna come friday, alright?”
“ass…” you yank your arm from his grip. “hole.” you storm and grab your jacket.
“y/n! fucking listen, you don’t get it—“
“i don’t get it?” you aggressively put on your jacket. “I don’t get it?? me?” you snort. “who’s the one getting all pissed and being a fucking asshole!! because he’s fucking jealous!” the scream pierced the air like a knife as tears fell down your face.
toji’s jaw clenched. as you grabbed your bag and shoved your boots on.
“y/n it’s late, cmon, i don’t want you to leave,” toji stood in his spot as he watched your disheveled self. tears leaking uncontrollably, still wearing your pajamas.
“sweetheart,” you stood in front of the door, looking up. toji was quiet.
“what?” you waited, the tears pausing for a moment. still fresh on your cheeks as your lip quivered. toji couldn’t bring himself to say it. he’s dealt with fights in past relationships, he’s had things thrown at him. but unlike all the rest of them, he actually cared this time. what made it worse was he knew he was in the wrong, he was being selfish, so fucking selfish, and a fucking asshole. could he fix it? did he want too? or would he rather keep you to himself?
your eyes felt foggy as it filled with tears, your fist clenching as you stood waiting. say something. please. toji-san. the older mans comforting warmth wasn’t there.
“i want to see you…” toji finally spoke, your lip trembled. “but not on friday…don’t come to the match, sweetheart.”
the door slammed behind you, echoing in the large penthouse.
“fuck me,” toji rubbed his face.
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you returned back to your apartment. spending the rest of the night crying. asshole asshole asshole! the chant was on repeat in your head. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all! you’re going to the match. you have too, your job and future depends on the story. but…but is it worth risking your relationship?
“asshole,” you choked on a sob as you buried your face in your pillow letting it soak up your quiet tears, curling up into a ball.
toji couldn’t sleep either. his eyes staring up at the ceiling, arm under his head, as the image of your quivering lip and teary face stared back at him. he’s supposed to be a fucking adult, but he still gets jealous over such a frivolous matter. was he doubting your ability to stand up for yourself. did he have a right to judge you for being polite to others? is he just too cold to understand?
the thoughts plagued his mind all night.
“toji, keep it together! there you go!” sukuna clapped, as toji kicked his opponent back, quickly moving in to knock him off balance. gojo called for the end of the match with toji as the victor. sukuna climbing into the ring, patting toji.
“fucking great! this week you’ve been working hard!tomorrow just do a morning run, don’t go too crazy, need you fresh friday!” sukuna undid toji’s gloves as toji hummed.
“toji here’s y/n’s ticket, if she’s going in with the other journalists just rip it up,” gojo was holding the ticket out for toji, who looked up at gojo. “so journalists?” gojo raised a brow, retracting the ticket.
“dunno,” toji huffed back, exiting the ring moving past gojo. getou swiftly moved out of the way, slipping next to gojo.
“this bout yesterday?” gojo asked, the man really had no fear. getou was silent as he quietly watched, resting his chin on gojo’s shoulder, arms around his waist. “you guys fight?”
“told her not to come,” toji wiped his sweaty body with a towel, sukuna leaning on the railing of the ring as he listened as well.
“why?” gojo questioned. yesterday was building up to something, but after you left, getou and the rest assumed toji had calmed down.
“you think the guys will hit on her?” getou answered tojis concerns easily.
“they will, and she can’t even say anything back,” toji pinched his nose, trying to calm the growing headache from yesterdays fight.
“well it’s not like she’s gonna cheat on you,” sukuna chimed in. “she is pretty young, but she has some serious balls. it’s cute that she gets awkward around compliments, but whenever she talks she’s professional which is hilarious,” sukuna says as gojo and getou agree.
“she’s doing her job,” toji scoffs. “so fuckin annoying. fuckin publicity, and press shit,” toji rubbed his temple.
“stop freaking out,” gojo snapped at him, toji shot him a glare. “you should act more your age, old man.”
“fuck off,” toji was annoyed, it’s been almost a week since he’s seen you. you haven’t returned or answered any of his texts or calls. he wanted to know how you were doing, how are you feeling. didn’t you have an exam yesterday, he wanted to know how it went. but instead he was alone every night, with only your scent on his bed and around the penthouse.
“i agree,” sukuna raised an arm as toji tsked. “grow some balls. it’s just cuz you fuck her and think the way she acts around you is the way she acts around everyone else,” sukuna easily explains.
toji is quiet. he just assumed you’re like that with everyone, but it was just the dumbass anger issues. toji left without another word, as the three men watched in amusement.
the knock echoed in the apartment. toji impatiently knocking, until the door finally opened. glaring back at him with an annoyed expression was your roommate, soi.
“she’s not here,” she answers before he could speak.
“where?”
“not here,” she stares back.
“when will she be back—“
“dunno, so you should leave. she doesn’t wanna see you,” she states, he looks over her shoulder at your room door. it was indeed open, and you did not seem to be in there.
“great,” he was annoyed, very much so. he knew you were here, you’re keys and phone clearly on the small kitchen counter, but he knew he couldn’t barge in. you’d get more pissed. should he tell you to come to the match? or would you be annoyed and think he’s telling you what to do?
“tell her I won’t be mad whatever she chooses to do,” he told soi, as she stared at him with dead eyes.
“not telling her that,” she replies, toji sucks in a breath.
“thanks,” toji forces a smile.
“you’re not welcome,” the door slams in his face. soi stares at the closed door, before letting out a shaky breath. nerves filling her body.
“y/n/n he’s fucking huge, that was so scary!” she shakes her body as she turns back to you who is now popping out from behind the small kitchen counter, hand over your mouth.
“shhh he could still be outside,” you shush her as she freezes, eyes wide.
“is he gonna beat me up?” she whispers through her hand. you both stare at each other, dead silent, hands over your mouths. hearts beating in your ears.
toji did in fact hear the entire thing. glad that you at least heard his message, turning he made his way out. you sneaked quietly to the pep hole, looking through.
“he’s gone,” you sigh. as soi releases as shaky breath.
“my legs were shaking the entire time,” soi laughs, you were thankful she was there to answer the door. however, your blood only seemed to boil.
“asshole,” you mumble, soi quiets as she looks at you. “fucking—I was gonna go anyways, it’s my job,” you seethe, clicking your tongue in annoyance.
“mhm mhm, shove it in his face that it was your choice,” soi hypes you, but then going quiet. “but like don’t make him mad…that’s scary.”
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the confidence and nerves was building up all day. your stomach turning as you walked into the stadium. getting through with your journalist pass your job provided for you. i won’t be mad. i won’t be mad. his words were printed into your mind. doesn’t fucking matter—selfish bastard—you were mad. he criticized your job and you. asshole.
you sat in your seat as the fighters came up. your eyes brighten when toji came jumping onto the stage, the entire audience cheered loudly, incredible fans screaming. toji was unbothered by all the noise, instead looking around…
your eyes met his, the brief exchange sent a flush rising up your cheeks, stupid, quickly remembering and looking away. toji’s eyes stayed on you, until sukuna came over and spoke to him.
“y/n-san,” your eyes looked up as you saw miyori coming up to you.
“miyori-san,” you replied curtly.
“oh this is shinji,” he introduced the other man beside him, who you briefly met last week. you nodded at the two, looking away as the match began. toji obviously noticed the two men sitting next to you. inhaling sharply, as they leaned close, talking in your ear over all the noise.
toji was growing more and more frustrated. you stood clicking your camera, only for the two men to come follow you. your heart was beating fast watching the fight. toji was taking too many hits. cmon! he’s being working so hard. as much as he acted indifferently, toji really did enjoy the sport. and you loved watching him fight.
“and I was saying—“
“dude, i have a job. could you please lay off?” you snap at miyori. his brows furrowed.
“I’m just talking,” he laughed, wondering what’s going on.
“no you’re flirting,”
“and that’s a problem?” he raised a brow.
“it is when I’m not interested, so if you could let me do my job,” you turn back to the fight, watching toji.
“hey, what’s with the switch, is it toji—“ wow men really are fucking brainless.
“it’s no one. it’s me. i’m not interested. so fuck off. do I have to tell you I have boyfriend or girlfriend, cuz you can’t take a fucking hint or some shit? cant be polite to anyone anymore.” you scoff, turning away. men really don’t know how to back off unless you tell them you’re with someone or if you snap at them.
“bitch,” he comes up, only for gojo and getou to quickly step in. backing them down. you hadn’t noticed, too occupied with staring at toji.
“cmon cmon,” you cheered under your breath. heart racing as toji went after his opponent. your body flinched when toji took a punch to the rib. but he quickly recovered and got his opponent with an aggressive hook. you were shouting with the rest of the audience until toji finally knocked his opponent out.
“FUCK YES!” you screamed as the entire stadium erupted in cheers. you captured so many great photos as toji was bombarded by press. your cheeks were flush, as you were suddenly filled with the urge to see him. but… not here.
toji looked everywhere for you afterwards. getting treated in the lockerroom, as he asked gojo and getou where you’d gone. toji’s heart sank once they said that you left. fuck.
toji was escorted back to his penthouse. holding an ice pack to his nose as he pushed past the crowd in front of the entrance. should he go to your apartment? should he beg you to forgive him? he wasn’t a beggar. but he wanted to see you.
dropping his bag by the door, he moved to take his shoes off—suddenly noticing the familiar shoes.
“I just came here to tell you that I was gonna go to the match regardless if you came by my place or not,” you huff, cheeks puffed pointing at toji as he stared up at you frozen. you were here. his green eyes sent a warm wave filling your body. “i like being a shitty journalist, so fuck you for being an asshole. and i do stand up for myself—but i don’t need to tell anyone I have a boyfriend for them to leave me alone.” your voice was firm as you tried your best not to break face, but the way toji was looking at you—
toji couldn’t stop his feet. his hands grabbing your face as he kissed you. “i love my shitty journalist,” he kissed your lips over and over.
“lo-love—?“ you held his wrists, mind dazed at what he just said. you looked up at him, as he stared at you with such warmth.
“I love you,” toji mumbled, as he licked your lips. “i’m always selfish. i love being selfish. and i love being selfishly yours,” he sighed against your open lips. his adrenaline still pumping from the match.
“i hate it when you’re selfish,” you breathe against his lips as he hums.
“i know,” he kisses you, deepening it, letting his tongue enter your mouth. moaning as he easily picks you up. his lips staying on yours as he lays you down on the bed. your moaning and heaving as he pulls away. you both strip as you stand on the bed quickly pushing your pants, pulling your legs out as toji looks up at you, hands grabbing at your waist once you’ve successfully gotten the clothing off.
“you’re still mad?” toji bites your nipple, making you yelp in surprise, grabbing his hair. you looked down at him. his eyes teasing as he tugs at the bud.
“you haven’t apologized for real,” you reply, as toji hums around the bud, pulling away and lifting your leg over his shoulder, kneeling on the bed.
“i said I love you,” toji kisses your pussy, his words already had your heart fluttering, but still…
“no…you need to apologize then,” your hand holds his shoulder for stability, as he licks through your puffy folds, teasing your clit with his tongue, moaning at the taste. he holds your waist, as you hunch over as he sucks in your clit. “ah toji—apol ah—“
toji holds you steady as your shaking leg gives out, he smiles, against your pussy, carefully holding you in his arms dropping you on the bed. your hips jump as you still feel his tongue lapping at your pussy. he pulls away to spread your legs wider. spitting on your pussy.
“apologize?” toji raises a brow as he spreads you open, enjoying the sight of you trying to hide your moans, his tongue entering your hole. he slings an arm around your thigh, holding you down on the mattress.
“yes!” you yelp as his thumb rubs your clit, drooling on your pussy. he missed eating you out, the way you clawed as his shoulder and rubbed up against his tongue. “asshole, so annoyi—uh—“ you can’t help the moans slipping as toji puts everything into eating you out.
“love your little pussy,” toji laughs as you call him names laced with moans. your legs trembling as you try to push him away.
“can’t—‘s ‘s not—toji!” your hips jump, rubbing against his tongue, only for him to hold you down, wanting to see your legs tremble as you ride your high. toji hums lapping at your clear juices, thumb pressing against your clit as you push your foot down on his shoulder, only for him to grab your ankle.
“what?” he huffs, looking at you with dilated pupils. he’s much more pent up than he usually was after training, since he had just won a match.
“you ate me out, when you didn’t apologize,” you’re still glaring at him. not ready to back down.
“you were drippin n rubbin up on my tongue,,” toji snaps, his chest rising and falling, trying to control himself as he sees the way you lean up on your elbows, face just inches from his.
“i think you’re the one who wanted it,” you press, watching the way his lip curls sarcastically.
“you wanna play it like that?” toji grabs your face, your eyes sharp, testing him.
“i just want an apology, asshole,” tojis mind is heated, you were so hot right now..he doesn’t waste a moment in capturing your lips.
“ya grow some balls in the last week?” toji says between kisses, you yelp as you feel his fingers push into you, pumping you open.
“what’re you—“ you’re caught off guard, screaming in pleasure as toji has you cumming a bit too quickly.
“at least i still know your body better than you,” toji laughs as you tremble in his arms, eyes foggy. toji knew you always get a bit light headed after cumming—
“fuck…you,” you pant, turning your head to look up at him. toji’s eyes are lien with lust. “uncalled for—wait!”
his fingers circling your clit again as he slaps your pussy, your eyes quickly filling with tears, the overstimulation was knocking the wind out of you.
“you’ve got quite the mouth, baby, cmon keep talking,” toji is biting and licking your collarbone and neck as you cry, holding his wrist as you feel yourself reaching another high. his fingers deep inside you.
“fucking—ah—“ you’re holding him close as you cum, only for toji to flip you on your stomach, his lips kissing your shoulder as you try and catch your breath. he’s giving your pussy some gentle slaps, your mind dizzy as you look back.
“you like it when I play with you?” toji holds your chin as you meet his feral gaze.
“you like it…more,” you pant, “y-you’re mine…toji-san,” you knew exactly what to say to get this man playing with you. his hand grabbing your hips up as he’s kneeling up, pumping his thick dick, and pushing into you.
“fuck, you’re such a brat,” toji groans, your words immediately got to him. it’s always the san. toji is snapping his hips into you, his hand holding your own as he drives into your cunt hitting your sweet spot each time. your tears are soaking the sheets as your lips part with moans.
at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, your arms giving out as he fucked roughly behind you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.
“ugh so good, always feels so fuckin good,” toji was moaning against your ear as he grunts, hips rutting into you. you’d lost your voice already, only turning your head, as toji met your gaze. the sounds of his heavy balls slapping you was faded.
“to..ji..” your voice calling for him always sent him, his adrenaline was so unbelievably high. his lips meeting yours, as you whined for him, legs shaking.
“fuck me, sucking me in so tight, love,” toji’s arm wrapped around your middle, lifting you up to sit on his lap, back arching against his sweaty chest, as he moved you above him as he snapped his hips up. the base of his cock had a ring of cum as you shuddered at the overstimulation.
“more more…” your eyes were practically crossed, drool slipping from your lips as your head went back, holding his arm around your waist. you were beyond fucked out, but it felt so good. he always filled you up so perfectly.
“fhuck puppy,” toji’s groans were much louder than usual, his stomach clenching as you egged him on with moans and pleads. his body was in pain from the bruises and cuts from the fight, but hearing you cry his name had his body pushing its limits. your eyes filling with tears as he pressed his palm on your stomach, pushing against the flesh to feel himself inside you. your eyes stung as you screamed out, shaking above him.
“that’s it, so deep inside ugh my puppy,” toji moans as your back arches away from him, nails digging into his upper thigh and arm, as your gummy walls suck him in, tightening so he can’t even move. your words are incoherent as your legs trembling until finally gushing around him. “shit, spraying everywhere pup,” toji swears as he feels you squirting some more, wetting his thighs and dick .
his arm squeezes your waist, clenching his jaw. “gonna—shit…gonna cum if ya don’t loosen up, pup,” toji is struggling feeling his balls tighten as your cries die out, toji feels your nails loosen on his thigh.
“ ‘ji,” your lips ghost his neck, drool slipping onto his skin as your mind wanders space. “fill meh uhp,” your hot breath sends a wave through his body as toji swears under his breath.
toji’s thrusts get unsteady as he holds you tight, burying his face in your neck as he moans, emptying his balls. toji’s palm is flat on your stomach as he feels his hot cum paint your walls. your eyes are glazed as toji rocks into you, milking out everything he’s got, as your body shudders.
toji pants, somehow losing all sense whenever you speak to him during sex. toji holds your face as he turns you to look at him. “shit, pup,” he sighs, seeing how out of it you were. your eyes seeing stars as it flutters shut. he pulls out, laying you down. your cheeks stained with tears and drool, as toji kisses your lips. “you fucked me up,” toji mumbles, knowing you already knocked out.
he did a number on you. he sat up, still catching his breath as he rubbed his face—
“ toji,” your voice was barely above a whisper. toji dropped his hands as he felt your body slump on his thigh. your hand reaching for his face. he leaned down letting you grab his face pulling him to meet you at eye level. “i made you fuck me like this,” your body is still trembling.
“you got worked up, cuz of me,” you make it clear. eyes staring directly into his. toji was silent…shocked. everything you were saying was true. you knew exactly what to say to get him going at you like crazy. even though he knew your body perfectly, you knew how to make him act on it.
“so….” your eyelids were so heavy. “so…” fuck, toji watched you slump against his chest. your body and mind finally giving out. toji sighed, looking down at you.
“surprised you could move,” toji rested his hand on your head, gently stroking you. the man ripped the dirty sheets off the bed wiping away the cum on your bodies and tucked you into the clean ones. finally knocking out.
the light shining in from his huge windows, had you burying your face into the mattress. your mind a bit slow, still laced with sleep as you groaned into the mattress. slowly waking up, you turned your head, your eye looking at the window, thinking…
toji told you he loved you. you knew that whole confession was his form of an apology…but still…
“ugh,” toji groaned feeling a weight on his stomach.
“wake up,” your voice had him reaching out, to feel you, only for you to push his hand away.
“what?” his low groggy voice, sent your cheeks flushing, but you ignored it. he rubbed his eyes, arm falling behind his head as he looked up at you. “you’re up before me?” he was surprised.
“you have to apologize and say it,” you huff, you were straddling his waist, finger pointed at his chest as the other was folded across your chest. toji raised a brow, he could see you were in desperate need of a hot shower, especially with the bruises that littered your body, and the way your legs shook a bit.
“you look cute, face all pouty like that,” toji teased, making your brows knit together.
“I’m being serious, you didn’t say it last night,”
“maybe I did and you didn’t hear me. your little cunt was spraying every second, you could barely talk,” your face went red, lips parting then closing at what he’d just said. toji smirked, seeing your face.
“well…well then it wouldn’t hurt to say it again then,” you quickly recover.
toji was surprised how dominant you can act. with the way you were talking to him last night and now. and he didn’t hate it. no….not at all. it was cute and hot. and in the end…you were right. even though this is a bit childish, he doesn’t mind it. doesn’t mind catering and coddling you. he knew what you wanted.
“i’m sorry,” he finally said it. your lips parted.
“sorry for what?” your chest is rising and falling, he can tell you’re waiting to give yourself away. so he sighed, eyes looking up at you as he spoke softly.
“sorry for being an asshole, and not believing in you,” his hand came up rubbing your thigh as you smiled down at him, still waiting.
“and?” wow you’re milking it. his hand splayed flat on your thigh, green eyes warming to your bright ones, hair pushed out of his face.
“i’m yours.”
your face beamed, finally leaning down to kiss him.
“who told ya, ya can be all possessive and bossy?” toji asked between kisses.
“you did,” you giggle, toji humming.
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filthy whispers
summary: set in a modern, no curses AU, suguru geto is an anonymous ns/fw vocal talent (asmr-tist) known as @/tasteofcurses or "TC" . a competition is held in which the winner gets an hour long custom audio...who will win the coveted file?
wc: 3.5k // pairing: suguru geto x female reader
cw: smut, afab reader, college-age or post college reader, female body parts mentioned, power imbalance, pet names (girl, pet, sweetie, darling, sir), phone sex, dirty talk (mentions of tit fucking), mutual masturbation, mild degradation, praise. MINORS DNI
a/n: for @kazushawty's milestone collab! i didn't really proofread it so i'm sure the flow is not so great, but i needed to get this out so i can work on my hobie oneshot for my summer event lol
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It would be easier to tell people you had some fucked up fetishes or kinks. When your college friends would joke about how crazy their sexual escapades would be, you would nod and laugh along, but there was always an anxious undertone to your giggling. For some reason, you had set yourself up in your friend group as the person who had nothing to lose, that you were always honest about your preferences and lifestyle. 
But there was one secret you were going to take to the grave. 
You paid for porn. Well…you paid for a specific type of porn. From one person. Videos didn’t do it for you, seeing all the faked facial expressions of adult film stars turned you off immediately. But a high quality audio of a man whimpering and moaning as he jerked himself off to completion? Now that was your jam. 
After discovering @tasteofcurse’s content several months ago on a forum for NSFW audio enjoyers, you were obsessed. His real name and face was unknown, but his loyal fans called him ‘TC,’ so you went along with it. After lurking for months and following his posts, you subscribed to his exclusive content site at the second highest tier so you could have access to all of his long form files, along with his weekly short moaning audios. The theming on his website was impeccable, each subscriber tier was described as a level of cult follower, with him being the leader. From follower, to monk, all the way up to high priestess and god (a joke tier that was not meant to be purchased, due to its extreme price point). You were one of his “high priestesses” and you took that title seriously. 
A part of you understood that the level of parasocial relationship between you and this man was borderline unhealthy. But you couldn’t help it - his posts were so provocative, and his voice. His voice was so lush and warm. His performances as a dominant and submissive man were equally impressive, and it really came down to how you were feeling that day. Sometimes, you would love it when he whimpered “mommy, please” before begging to cum, hearing the shlick shlick shlick! of his lubricated cock before he broke down in laughter and tears. Other times,  when he degraded the listener, grunting things like “you gonna cum for me, pretty slut?” and hearing his voice dropping an octave would get your panties in a twist. It became almost a daily ritual for you, to come home from a long day at work, pull out your favorite sex toy and a pair of headphones, and listen to TC’s audios until your legs were shaking. 
So when you saw that he was running a contest to make custom content for a lucky fan, you had to participate. 
It was a fair giveaway - everyone could get up to 3 entries max. You entered, just like everyone else. And you didn’t expect to get anything - the odds of winning were astronomically low, since you were competing with thousands of other rabid fans for the chance to get some free tailored content. Usually @tasteofcurse’s custom audios would run upwards of a hundred dollars, and that was not something you could justify having on your credit card statement. 
The surprise that awaited your email weeks later was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. 
Subject line - Congratulations! You won @tasteofcurse‘s giveaway!
You double checked that it wasn’t spam, that it wasn’t some practical joke as you read the rest of the email five times in as many minutes. 
Email: Congratulations ___! You have won a custom hour long audio. Your proof of winning is in this email. Screenshot this, along with the attached verification number below, and you may message me anytime between now and a month when this message was sent. Results may take anywhere from 1-3 weeks depending on his recording schedule. 
Best wishes,
TC
You fell back onto your office chair, swiveling around a few times. TC was notoriously a flirt with his fans, always liking and replying to long-time listener’s thirst posts about him. Of course you were among that crowd, and the few times he had liked your comments, or send back a black heart emoji were enough to change your whole mood for the day. But this? This felt more like a curse than it did like a blessing. After quietly screaming into your pillow, you finally worked up the courage to screenshot the email and figure out what to say to him in his DM’s.
___: hi! i received an email saying i won your giveaway! here’s the verification number and email 
[screenshot attached]
It took a few minutes before a message popped up, but sure enough, he responded in a timely manner. 
TC: hello! awesome, thanks so much. i can’t wait to make something for you :) 
The brief message made your heart flutter. This was your first time interacting with him in a truly private scenario, and you figured it would be best to play it safe, just be polite and courteous. 
___: haha wow, thanks! what kind of info do you need from me? 
TC: just some basic stuff, like your name, what pet names you prefer to be called, stuff like that
Your screen name differed drastically from your legal name, but since this was a private audio meant only for you, you figured it would be safe enough to share just your first name. After telling him all the info he asked for, he gave you a thumbs up emoji. 
TC: oh and if you’re comfortable, you can send me a picture of you if you like. it helps me if i can describe your features instead of using vague descriptors like i normally do. in this case, i’ll be more specific >:) 
The little devious smirk emoji made you chuckle. But also the thought of sending him a picture of you made you nervous. After scrolling through your camera roll, you chose a recent photo of you on a vacation, wearing a pretty off-shoulder sundress standing in a hotel room balcony. 
___: [image sent]
TC: …
Three dots?! Was he trying to kill you? You immediately began to regret your decision, and started to frantically type an apology. But before you could hit send, another message came in. 
TC: oh, this will be easy. you’re already hot to begin with. expect a file within the week 
Your knees hurt from hitting the ground so hard. Your phone clattered on the ground, as you banged your fist several times and silently screamed to yourself, hands gnarled in a claw shape. The anticipation of waiting was already beginning to twist your stomach into knots - but after the initial anxiety wore off, a craving feeling began to settle. The reality was closing in, and all that you could think of was waiting for that notification to pop up.
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The email came in six days, as promised. The notification came while you were in the bathroom at work, and it took all your willpower to shout right then and there. You muffled yourself by biting your hand, and immediately clicked on the audio link to see how long it was.
1:02:35. Holy. Fucking. Shit. 
But your eagerness did not pay off at that moment, because it began to automatically play, with your phone at half volume. 
“Hi, baby.” A deep, restrained greeting came from your phone speakers, panic washing over your body as you fumbled with the volume button to shut it off. You had to wait until your shift was over, but time passed agonizingly slow. But as soon as you finished your work for the day and made it back home safely, you kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag on the ground and almost slammed the door as you ran to your bedroom. In a fit of arousal-induced frenzy, you unbutton your shirt, kick off your work slacks and wildly search for your trusty pair of wireless headphones. After checking to make sure it had enough battery, you connected it to your phone, and slide into your covers and cozy up, sheets pulled all the way up to your chin. 
“You want it badly, don’t you? I can tell how needy you are, ___.”
A gentle, dominant voice filled your ears and you blushed profusely as he began to set the scene. You were to be his special plaything for the night, as he promised to make you feel so good you wouldn’t want to get up the next morning. Several minutes had passed, and you could hardly wait any longer, reaching down to touch yourself through your underwear. A wet spot had formed, and you whimpered as your slick formed a wet spot on the fabric. 
“I love that you think about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to my voice.” All outside stimuli began to fade as you were getting lost in his dulcet tones. But a loud ding! from your phone interrupted your fantasy and you groaned in frustration. 
New message: TC
are you enjoying the audio?
Truly, out of all the people you wanted to hear from, he was simultaneously the best and worst person. But you sighed, and paused it to answer his message. 
___: i just got started. thanks for interrupting me lol
The sass in your remark was maybe not the best decision, but you did not want to waste any more time. You muted your phone, and tried to keep listening. A few seconds later, a message floated on the top of your screen. 
TC: haha, nice attitude. can i watch?
Time seemed to halt to a grind as your heart began to pulse faster. Before you could even question the reality of your situation, a phone number popped up shortly after. Your thumb was slightly shaky as you clicked on the message, forgetting that by doing that, it would call said number. 
“NOPE!” You shouted, and immediately hung up, throwing your phone on the top cover. You couldn't handle it. The thought of hearing his voice over the phone was almost too much for you. Another text popped up on your screen. 
TC: i saw that call. do you need a minute ;)
You crawled out of the covers to read what he said, a groan falling from your lips. A difficult decision rests on your mind - the decision to decline or ignore his messages and listen to the audio that you know will give you pleasure, or…call him like he asked. The consequences of said call being totally unknown. 
The latter was chosen, as your finger hovered over, and eventually re-dialed the phone number again. A few seconds passed by, and the call went through successfully this time. 
“Aw, you really are a good little girl, huh?” His phone sounded different over the phone, but it was him alright. You laughed nervously, but said nothing, which prompted a short chuckle from him. 
“So, umm–” You trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “How-how would this work, exactly? You called me over audio, not video.” You said, snuggling back into the covers again. 
“Oh, she has a cute voice and she’s smart, too.” Your shoulders shivered as he somehow managed to give you praise in a mocking tone. “You may call me Suguru, by the way.” 
Suguru. That’s a pretty name, you thought as he began to give you slow, detailed instructions. After asking if you had a laptop and some wireless headphones, Suguru requested that you connect your headphones to your laptop, and restart the audio through there. He hung up, and redialed through video again after you successfully set up according to his plan. His camera was off however, which you were a little bummed about. 
Even though you couldn’t see him, the anticipation of listening to the whole thing was killing you. And he was going to watch you? You wanted to masturbate so bad, but you were so afraid of crossing an unspeakable boundary with him. He let you know that before you put on your headphones, that he would text you to alert you of anything, since you wouldn’t be able to hear him. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing from this situation. 
You ended up getting comfortable on your bed again, and restarted the audio on your laptop. His voice filled your ears again, the lilting rich baritone of his words just drifting and floating you into a realm of pleasure. Around ten minutes go by, when a text pops up on your screen. 
S: do you like it? 
You look at your phone camera directly, and take off your headphones. “I’m enjoying it a lot!” You squeak out, flashing him a meek smile. You reach over to pause the audio, and another text pops up. 
S: then why aren’t you touching yourself 
The breath was stolen from your lungs as your head filled with poor attempts for excuses. He had a good point, but the idea of masturbating in front of a stranger, especially online, was very nerve wracking. 
“I-I-uh-” You stuttered over your words, pulling the right headphone on your ear. “I wasn’t s-sure if y-you were o-ok with it–” 
“Why else do you think I wanted to video call you?” You heard him from the phone, and despite it being a question, he phrased it like a statement, with a teasing lilt that sent pure adrenaline running through your veins. “Did you think I wanted to watch you stare at your laptop for an hour?” He chuckled, tsk-ing you like you were being disciplined by a school teacher. 
“Everything that I ask you to do in the audio, I want you to show me. Show me how you do it. Show me how you touch yourself.” The command rang through your ears, but you nodded slowly, and acknowledged his instruction as you put your headphones back on and unpaused the file. 
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Only a few seconds later came the first request. Suguru in the audio asked you to take your shirt off, and as you did, you pulled off your top and saw your phone screen change. He turned on his camera, adjusting the angle so that it would show only him from the shoulders down. But what you could see was dark hair, slightly wavy at the ends touching his sculpted chest, and a stunning chiseled stomach. The voice in your ears told you to massage your tits, pretending that it was him pulling and twisting your nipples under the fabric of your bra. Completely lost in Suguru’s commands, you cupped your breasts, pinching the nipples and mumbling a quiet “Oh shit!” as you ogled the tiny body shown on your screen. 
More curse words tumbled from your lips as you groped and fondled your boobs, but you refused to remove the undergarment until you heard approval to do so from your headphones. The mouth noises Suguru were making in the microphone were divine, sloppy and messy as he pretended to kiss and suckle on your nipples. Your eyes scrunch shut as little pants fall from your mouth, focusing only on the pleasure of your actions and the words Suguru was feeding you. 
“Ugh, I wanna pull out my cock and fuck your tits baby–” The voice became closer as Suguru moved towards the microphone, in an attempt to recreate the feeling of his lips whispering on your ears. “Do you wanna see my cock, huh baby? Wanna see my big thick cock make a mess on your perfect tits?” 
“Yes please, I wanna see your cock.” You answered out loud. “Please show me your cock Suguru, I wan’ it sooo bad.” Drool escaped your mouth a bit, as you moved your hands lower to grip the sheets and squeeze your thighs a bit. The Suguru on your phone obliged, quietly moving his camera so you could get a peek of his dick. His tip was flushed red, appearing shiny with precum - it was enough to get you to start performing for the camera as well. You pushed your boobs up and massaged them so that Suguru would have a very nice view, letting every moan out with full confidence. 
“Oh fuck, thank you s-sir.” The sudden use of an honorific made Suguru’s eyebrow raise on the other side of the screen, but he chuckled and let you continue. He loved watching you pleasure yourself - even though he couldn’t hear where exactly in the recording you were, he had a general idea of how far along you were. He began slowly rubbing a thumb over the tip of his dick, just sighing heavily and letting himself fall into the same lust that had already taken over your body, possessing you down to the soul. 
In the audio, Suguru had already fucked your tits and made a mess as promised, complimenting you on how pretty you looked with his cum all over you. “Ahhh fuck, sweetie that felt so good. You’re doing so good for me, I bet that pussy is dripping for me, huh?” You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Show me that pussy, darling, let me see what’s mine.” 
Falling gently on your back, your knees knocking together as you pull off your underwear, giving the man on your phone a full view of your needy core, dripping with arousal. Suguru bit his lip, mumbling a curse word under his breath and started to pump his cock a few times lazily. He knew you were a little over halfway through the audio, and he wanted to watch you fall apart a few times before he would do the same. 
“Put a finger in that tight cunt. Thaaat’s it, goood girl.” Suguru’s voice in your headphones drew out every syllable as you began to pry open your pussy and slowly insert a finger in. “Shit, your pretty little pussy looks so fucking good. Look at your legs twitching, you’re doing so good for me.” Your voice pitched up an octave as you struggled to reach your sweet spot. 
“ ‘s not enough, Su-gu-ru.” You panted out every syllable of his name. “My fingers ‘re too small. Need yours, pleaseee.” You knew it was fruitless to beg for fingers that weren’t yours to come and pleasure you, but the fantasy he had intricately crafted for you kept you trapped, in his little world. 
“Keep going baby, put another finger in. Your pussy was made to take my fat cock, it was made for me to stretch you out.” Suguru’s voice was laced with rough grunts and moans as you could hear him fisting his lubricated cock in the audio, the sloppy sounds drowning out the squelching of your core. “Rub your clit for me sweetie, I wanna see you come apart for me. Only for me.” You cried out as you applied pressure on your clit, feeling it throb under your touch. He was sloppily fucking you in the audio, reduced to nonverbal groans and grunts and you tried to match his pace with your fingers - but his tempo gradually got faster and faster until you could barely keep up. Your fingers were warm and sticky, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you were approaching your finish. “Gonna cum, fuck fuck f-fuck–Suguru!!!” 
The real Suguru was lying back, wide-eyed and slack-jawed watching you fall apart to his pre-recorded words. He had an idea of how his content affected his fans, but to watch one react in real time - it was a wholly different experience. He watched as you furiously rubbed your clit until you were gasping for breath, moans pitching up higher and higher until your thighs convulsed and twitched, and he saw clear beads of arousal form little pearls around your pussy. Your orgasm had crested, leaving you winded as he was still fisting his cock.
Your vision had spotted over with little stars, but as you opened your eyes, your breath caught in your throat as you watched him aggressively pleasure himself. Pulling off your headphones, you watched, entranced as he was swearing and muttering curses until he came. His phone knocked over, and he apologized as he readjusted the camera angle so he could continue stroking as ropes of cum dribbled from his cock. He came enough to cover his hand in fluids, and wiped the milky excess on his bare thigh - a sight that made your mouth water. 
“Oh fuck.” You muttered under your breath, feeling drool gathering in your mouth. His cock was so thick and pretty when it was pulsing ropes - the digital boundary separating you two was frustrating. A dry chuckle could be heard from your phone, as you grabbed the little screen and peered closer. Suguru grabbed his phone and you finally got a partial shot of his face - locks of dark hair lightly dampened with sweat, warm eyes gradually un-dilating from the lust calming down. 
“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be looking at your face–” 
His breathless voice interrupted you. “Don’t be. You’re a pretty little thing. But I know you didn’t finish that audio. How much time is left?” 
You glanced over at the time stamp. A little over thirty minutes had passed, leaving a good chunk of content unplayed. “Like, twenty minutes?” 
“Good. I’ll see you for round two later.” 
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tags: @strawberrystepmom @satoruhour @public-safety-network @p00pdev1l @daisynik7 @arcswonderland
no part 2! you're more than welcome to write something inspired by this au, but i won't be continuing this story. it was intended as a one-off :) reblogs and comments are much appreciated
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ihrtsevyn · 2 months
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�� ─ BLUSH, BLUSH, BLUSH, YOU ARE NOW MY BIG FAT CRUSH . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader
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SYNOPSIS headcanons of johnnie having a crush on you :)
WARNINGS no specific race/age/gender specified. nothing explicit of any nature. lowercase intended. very loosely proof-read.
WC: 1028 >
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johnnie's crush on you developed out of the blue, in all honesty. it wasn't love at first sight, like he was struck by cupids arrow. it was more of a quickly approaching train from a distance coming towards him while he was tied down to the tracks. it took him a while to finally catch onto his feelings, but once the realization hit, it hit him hard.
He was always attracted to you physically, but getting to know you more made that attraction grow emotionally as well.
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He'd find himself thinking about you constantly. he'd wonder what you'd be wearing today and if anything you wore would correlate with his outfit so he could point it out. he'd think about you at gatherings when you're not there, always thinking about how he'd have 10x more fun if you were there.
he's always trying to strike up a conversation with you. if there's an opportunity johnnie can take to talk to you, he's gonna take it. sometimes he'll even approach you before having a conversation starter ready in his head.
tries to make you laugh. he'll do whatever he can to hear that pretty laugh of yours that he's grown to love. he'll embarrass himself and draw enough attention to form a crowd if it'll get a half-hearted chuckle out of you. he'll even bring out timmy if he really wants to force that laugh out of you.
gravitates towards you. at parties, or just friendly dinners, johnnie will always find a place next to you. sometimes he doesn't even try to, his body is just naturally attracted to your energy. most of the time he does look for you first out of the crowd, and if he can't find you he goes to jake and asks for you. on more than one occasion he's asked someone to trade spots with him to get closer to you.
plays with your hair. he does it unconsciously. if you're standing or sitting close by him he'll find himself zoning out and pulling on a strand of your hair, softly twisting and twirling it between his fingers. if you have boundaries on your hair and don't like it to be touched or just have really short hair, he'll instead substitute it for your accessories. tugging on whatever bracelet, belt, or necklace you have on.
talks quieter around you. whenever you two are having a conversation his voice gets significantly softer. he'll go from screeching at jake to whispering at you. his entire demeanor eases and he's suddenly right in front of you exchanging hushed whispers and quiet laughs.
avoids eye-contact. if you're someone that makes intense/unwavering eye-contact with people when talking, johnnie simply wouldn't be able to handle it. his eyes would dart in all types of directions before finally landing back on you, he'd only be able to hold it for so long.
protective of you. in any heated discussion johnnie will be there to back you up. if someone's talking shit he'd be the first to defend your name while insulting the person who's talking down on you in the same breath. if one of your friends are playing a cruel joke on you, he'll be the first to rush to your side and shield you from prying eyes.
creates a playlist for you. one of his most listened to playlists is the one he made for you. the title is your name with a simple black heart and the run time of it is at least 2 hours or more. if you recommend any songs to him they'll go directly into that playlist without fail. he likes to keep the playlist on a loop when he's doing mundane tasks around the house.
always finds some way to mention you. it annoys literally everyone with how much he brings you up but he can't put a stop to it even if he wanted to. the most random things could remind him of you and some poor soul has to be stuck with him fawning over you again because somehow an empty baskin robbin's cup in the middle of a parking lot reminded him of you.
indulges in your interests. if you loosely mention that you're interested in something, johnnie will go into full research mode and figure out the lore behind whatever game/movie/tv show/book you're interested in. anytime you have a conversation about that topic he'll bust out a random fact in hopes that it'll impress you.
genuinely wants your opinion on things. he cares about your point of view on things, so it's only natural that he goes to you for advice and to hear your thoughts on certain things.
a bit more affectionate with you. it's the little things that someone would really have to pay attention to take notice of. his affections simply include fixing your jacket that's sliding off of your shoulder, pulling your hair from under your jacket, putting an arm out in-front of you if you've ever came close to running into someone, asking if you've eaten, letting you fall asleep on his shoulder on long car rides, etc . . .
responds to all the tik toks you send. you could send 20+ tik toks over the course of an afternoon and he'd watch every single one of them, responding to each of them with either an emoji or a drawn out text. it might take him a while to respond to all of them but he will eventually.
always picks up your calls. it doesn't really matter where he is or who he's with, if you're calling he's gonna answer. he could be mid-shit on the toilet or at a loud overcrowded party with blasting music, it doesn't matter. he'll always answer even if the call ends up being just 2 minutes because you wanted his opinion on what shoes you should wear. he'll never regret answering the phone for you.
waits patiently for you. even though you might not return his feelings, he still has love for you. he will patiently wait for you as long as he needs to if it meant you'd return his affections at some point.
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i haven't written a fic in so long and just busted this out in my sleep deprived state lol. if anyone has any requests or ideas they'd like to see me write out please let me know! :) i'd be happy to take requests and i hope you guys enjoyed this small fic. <3
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lnfours · 3 months
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you are in love | l.n
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summary: the moment where you knew he was the one.
warnings: best friends to lovers au, shitty dates, language, a little bit of innuendos, and just pure, tooth rotting fluff.
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you walked out of the restaurant, nails tapping against your screen as you walked on the sidewalk. there was a soft, warm breeze in the city of monaco as you stared down at your phone. your phone locked once you found somewhere to stand, out of the sight from the crowds, and specifically the guy you had left at the dinner table.
can you come get me?
it was almost ten. and if he wasn’t asleep, he was definitely doing better things with his time-
of course, where are you?
your heart pattered against your chest, your fingers moving to tell him the name of the street corner you were standing at. he had responded quickly after, saying he’d be there in five.
and he was, the mclaren pulling up besides you. he had the top open for the nighttime summer breeze to flow through. you stepped closer, opening the door and climbing in carefully before closing it behind you.
“you alright?” he asked, car still parked as he made sure he didn’t have to go back into the restaurant and give the guy a piece of his mind.
when you nodded, he let out a breath of relief, “i just really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”
he huffed out a laugh, pulling onto the road, “we could say that,” he looked back over at you as you looked out the window, “back to mine? or yours?”
you met those stupidly beautiful green eyes and you let out a shaky breath as his eyes scanned your features, “yours is fine. blair is out of town anyway, so it’s been lonely.”
“oh, yeah? where she go this time? ibiza? france?” he joked and you snorted next to him. your roommate, blair, came from money. big money. and every other weekend, she always had somewhere new to take her father’s private jet. even if it was just to visit a louis vuitton store in paris.
her frequent trips had become an inside joke to you, max and lando. so far as to where the three of you make bets on which extravagant place shes visiting every time she leaves. this week, it’s bali.
“close,” you nod, “her family’s vacationing in bali this week.”
“damn,” he mumbled, “so close.”
you both shared a soft laugh, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you watched the city life out the window. he couldn’t help but take occasional glances towards you, his eyes falling to the necklace sparkling around your neck.
the one he had gotten you for your most recent birthday. you had refused to accept his gift at first, immediately shaking your head when you spotted the tiffany blue box underneath the wrapping paper.
but he insisted, and now you never took it off. a silver heart engraved with a little four. a subtle detail, but a special one. some people thought he seemed ‘full of himself’ because he got you a gift with his number on it. but, you were the one who encouraged him to chase his dreams. the one who pushed him to do better, the one who never believed for a second how the media tried to paint him out to be.
because, to you, he wasn’t ’lando norris: mclaren formula one driver with a sassy attitude who’s full of himself’, to you he was just ‘lando: the boy you’ve known your entire life, who knew everything about you, and the boy who would pick you up after a shitty date’.
at the end of the day, it was always the two of you against anything and everything. two peas in a pod, as cisca would say.
the two of you got to his apartment, his key unlocking the door and pushing it open. once you got inside, you kicked your heels off by the door as he made his way into the kitchen.
“do you still have those makeup wipes i left here?” you asked.
he nodded, reaching into one of the cupboards as he grabbed the white mug with little yellow stars on it. your mug.
“should be in the top drawer in the bathroom with your toothbrush and hairbrush,” he said, turning back to you, “want a coffee?”
you nodded, letting out a soft sigh, “please. milk and two-“
“two sugars,” he smiled softly, “i know.”
you smiled back at him before turning and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. when you entered, you took in the view of his freshly made bed and the hamper in the corner being empty. a sign that he had done his laundry and cleaned the house today.
you hummed softly, opening the closet door and thumbing through the different hoodies he had. you settled on an older mclaren one, the same one he had lent you a few years back when you were crying on his couch.
you also snagged a pair of sweatpants while you were in there, changing into them and placing your dress on his dresser. making a mental note to take it with you when he takes you home in the morning.
once you had taken your makeup off in the bathroom, you made your way back to the living room where he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he held his mug. you sat next to him, your mug on the table next to you. you took it into your hands, smiling over the rim.
“thank you,” you said.
“‘course,” he smiled, locking his phone and picking up the remote, “what episode were we on before we fell asleep the other night? i don’t remember,”
you looked over at the tv in front of you, now noticing he had the show the two of you had been watching pulled up. you twisted your lips in thought.
“uhm, i think six? maybe seven?” you said, he clicked on six and after a few seconds you realized the two of you had guessed correctly.
at some point during the show, your head had ended up on his shoulder. his arm had pulled you closer into him, taking in the smell of his cologne and the shampoo he used. a scent you had grown to love, to look forward to every time he wrapped his arms around you to give you a hug, or whenever you were close enough to him to pick up on it.
at some point you had zoned out, thinking to yourself. maybe the reason all these dates hadn’t worked out was because they all lacked something. something no one else had other than lando, the boy who knew you like the back of his hand.
you shifted, moving to look at the boy with curly brown hair, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the tv. you took in the beauty marks that freckled his face, the ones he used to complain about when he was younger, but you always said it was your favorite thing.
maybe it wasn’t the fact that lando knew you like the back of your hand that turned you away from all the other men who’d swipe right on you. maybe it was the fact that they weren’t him.
you didn’t know when, but somehow you had fallen in love with the boy next to you. i mean, who could blame you? he was everything you could ever dream of, the perfect man.
he turned and met your eyes, his face inches from yours now. you smiled softly, his lips turning up in return. his eyes scanned yours and you took in a nervous breath when his eyes traveled to your lips.
“i’m sorry that date didn’t work out for you,” he said softly, “these guys really don’t know what they’re missing out on.”
you shrugged, “it’s okay,” your heart was hammering against your chest, questioning silently to yourself if he could hear it.
he couldn’t, but he could tell when he scanned your face that you didn’t really seem all that upset. he wasn’t really sorry, either, to be fair. it might’ve seemed selfish, but he always anticipated your ‘can you come get me?’ texts whenever he knew you were going out. he prayed the dates would fail, so he could finally be the one to take you out and do it properly. give you that fairytale kind of love you deserve.
he blurted out before his mind could even filter it, “can i tell you something?”
you hummed. fuck, there was no going back now.
“i’m kind of glad those dates haven’t worked out.”
you furrowed your eyebrows in question, “why’s that?”
“because i want to be the one to take you out,” his voice was soft and it sent your heart right into your throat, “all the fancy dinners, the kissing goodnight at the doorstep, all of it.”
his eyes traveled back to your lips and you sucked in a breath, “can i tell you something too?”
he nodded, his face centimeters away from yours now. your warm breath fanned his face, the smell of your perfume and the hair product you had put in hours beforehand captivating him.
“i want all of that with you, too.” you smiled and he grinned back, a soft laugh leaving both of your lips. he reached up, his hand lifting your chin.
“you sure you want to be stuck with me?” he asked, “cause once i start, i don’t think i could stop.”
your nose brushed against his, “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
that was all it took until his lips were pressing against yours. you kissed him back, the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw reaching to your hip and pulling you closer, leaving no room between you as you climbed into his lap.
your hands threaded through the curls on the nape of his neck, his arms wrapping around you. a moment of complete bliss, the moment you’ve been waiting for for what felt like ages.
“lets go to bed, yeah?”
you nodded back, nose bumping his as your face wore a smile. he stood from the couch, hands supporting your thighs before letting your legs wrap around his torso. he carried you down the hallway, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
he placed you down on the mattress, the two of you entangling limbs underneath the sheets. he played with the soft strands of your hair, his lips pressing against the top of your head as you listened to his heart beat against his ribs. existing in complete contentment with each others company.
“breakfast in the morning?” he asked softly.
you thought about it for a minute, turning to look at him. it was dark, but you could still make out his face, “sure, just as long as you don’t burn the toast.”
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strwberri-milk · 5 months
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Could I request for Kaeya, Childe and Neuvillette with an s/o who goes around giving everybody little gift baskets of sweets but seemingly forgot about the boys only for s/o to reveal that she'd made them cute snack boxes?
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Kaeya doesn't think too much of it at first. He assumed that maybe it was just for your group of friends that didn't include him and he was more than happy to let you go on your way. He's not going to control the things you do for your friends and also helped you plan out some of the stuff when you came to him for inspiration.
He doesn't realise that you've been giving everyone gifts until he comes into work one day without you and sees everyone fawning over the baskets you've left in the communal area for them. He doesn't say anything about it but he makes a passing comment that night when you come home.
He doesn't sound angry, he just mentions that he didn't realise you were doing something for his colleagues as well and you just nod in agreement. You disappear for a minute and he assumes that you just went to get changed and starts to playfully mope about how you care about everybody else more than him. It's not until you're directly in front of him with a box with his name on it that he realises you didn't actually forget him.
Happily, he takes it into his hands and hums as he opens it up, cooing at how adorable the box you made him looks. You laugh as you sit next to him, Kaeya happily eating the snacks and thanking you with kisses and hand feeding some of the things to you.
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Childe is very open about not wanting to be forgotten. He pouts a little and asks when you'll make him a basket as you assemble them for the people in your life. You try your best to steer him off track but when he comes home from work he's back to asking you teasingly why you haven't given him anything yet.
It just takes him a day or two to drop it, not wanting to make you get annoyed at his teasing but you do also note that he still likes watching you assemble the treats for people.
When he comes back from washing up you present him with his own box with a little ta da! It makes his face light up as he happily digs in, impressed with how much detail you put into his box. He loves every bit of it, giving you a tight hug as another show of appreciation as he chows down.
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Neuvillette was incredibly happy with how you were putting so much effort into each of the baskets you were making for everyone. He watches you happily and doesn't say anything but the way his eyes curiously follow over your hands at work as you piece everything together.
He won't really think much about the fact that he can't obviously discern if you've made something for him to eat. He doesn't mind and doesn't want to come off as overbearing so he won't say anything to you directly.
When he starts to realise that you might have forgotten about him he still won't say anything. It doesn't bother him in the least to be forgotten, knowing that you've probably got a lot of things on your mind and that it wasn't anything intentional on your part.
You prod the subject a little, apologising about not making him a box and he just brushes it off. He tells you that it's alright and he's not going to hold it against you. You feel him press a soft kiss to your head and you feel bad about the little joke you wanted to pull on him, surprising him with his own box.
His eyes light up and he holds the box tenderly in his hands, thanking you and opening it. Upon seeing all the treats you've got for him, things he knows you've chosen specifically with him he feels his chest warm in affection, hugging you close to him in appreciation.
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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months
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Here are some crumbs about yandere mortician! From now on, his name is Viktor. (I'll make a detailed post about him, his personality, looks later, I promise.)
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Viktor can often be seen with headphones in his ears, his expression neutral and eyes glazed over with a sheen of nothingness. When he's spotted in public people want to give him the benefit of doubt and say he's just lost in his own world, consumed by the sound of music. Perhaps he's just so in tune with the lyrics, maybe they speak to him on a level which people often seek out when listening to music. His playlist is filled with all sorts of songs - be it long ballads, cheesy love songs, generic pop, heavy metal, screamo, classical music, frankly some songs you wouldn't even expect someone like him wouldn't even listen at all(a la WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion).
Even while working, Viktor likes to have something playing in the background. His co-workers often joke about his music taste but he just shrugs them off without saying anything. It's all just a rollercoaster, a complete mess but he likes it that way. It's fun to be on his toes.
Truthfully, Viktor never liked music. He never bothered paying attention to the lyrics nor the meaning or even the tune of the song.
He simply can't stand the silence.
Viktor is a walking contradiction - he dislikes most people and yet wishes to be a part of them. He wants to be someone. But he doesn't know how to do that. His way of coping became listening to music. He even learned to play some instruments growing up, thinking that maybe someone would take a liking to him.
Even so, no one bothered with him. He was still a nobody.
Some did admire him, from a safe distance at least. His aura was black as charcoal and posture stiff as a board. Even if one dared to look at him for too long it felt like Viktor would pluck their eyes out if he caught them looking.
Perhaps he would. He wasn't sure either.
The sounds had no meaning to him. It was all used to cover up the silence, pure white noise. Nothing more, nothing less.
All of that came to a screeching halt once he met you, his tiny piece of sunshine.
You'd go through his playlist, sometimes scoffing, sometimes liking the things you saw. His eccentric side never failed to amuse you. Amongst that jungle you'd ask him who his favorite artists were, if he had anyone specific he liked.
Viktor said the names of some random artists he thought you fancied yourself. He wanted you to like him.
His answer ultimately did not matter in the end as you would still recommend some of your own personal favorite songs to him. Viktor promised he'd give them a listen as soon as he could.
Later that evening, he was hard at work. As he was putting on his coat he turned towards his phone and reached towards it, slightly eager to see what you had in store for him. The song played quietly in the background as gently rain tapped against the window, giving the morgue a more tranquil feel than it ought to have. The person on his table tonight was an old man who presumably died of a heart attack earlier this morning.
Poor soul. That was all he could bother to say.
The evening went on as it usually did but Viktor could not stop thinking about you. His sweet little sunshine, he was so touched by the fact that you bothered to go so far for him. He could feel his heart racing as unfamiliar butterflies started to flutter in his chest.
Badum. Badum. Badum.
If he wasn't careful he would be the next one to die of a heart attack.
The music got a bit louder as it reached the chorus, its tune almost perfectly in sync with his heart. He hadn't even realized that he started to sway his hips gently. Left, right, left right.
It felt like the correct thing to do.
Viktor also picked up the sound of a male voice humming which was odd, considering the fact that the singer of the song was a woman. He nearly dropped his scalpel as he realized that the one who was humming was him, not someone else, him.
For the first time in his life, Viktor bothered to pay attention to the song. The singer detailed her undying feelings for her lover, promising herself to them and them only.
Viktor thought about you the entire time. He never fancied himself as a dancer but if he could, he would want nothing more than to dance with you.
Would you want to dance with him?
For the first time in his life, Viktor found joy in the music he listened to. And it was all thanks to his sunshine.
🔪 TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince
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iamthedukeofurl · 3 months
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One interesting thing that can happen in long running media is that the general cultural background can shift under the work, recontextualizing it as it is being written. I'm specifically thinking of the Order of the Stick, a Dungeons and Dragons themed webcomic that started in 2003 with the titular party of adventurers going through a dungeon.
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From left to right, we have Belkar Bitterleaf the halfling ranger, Vaarsuvius the Elf Wizard, Elan the Human Bard, Haley Starshine the Human Rogue, Durkon Thundershield the Dwarf Cleric, and Roy Greenhilt the Human Fighter. The comic takes place in a fantasy setting that knowingly runs off the rules of Dungeons and Dragons third edition. Characters talk about rolls and bonuses and intentionally take levels in various classes. At the start, the comic was a pretty basic gag comic about the D&D rules, basic fantasy/adventure tropes, ect.
In the 20 years the comic has been running, it has updated about 1300 times, not counting bonus strips exclusively made for the printed version, and several print (or PDF) only side and prequel stories. It has also dramatically grown from it's roots, the art has improved while keeping the same general aesthetic, and the gag-a-day comic has become a sweeping fantasy epic. The characters have grown beyond their initial bits (Belkar is a Murderhobo, Elan is stupid, Haley is greedy, ect), and it's genuinely up there as one of my favorite stories. But anyway, let's talk about Vaarsuvius. If you look at the above art, You'll notice that the characters tend to have three types of body shapes: Rectangles for Roy, Belkar, and Elan, feminine curves for Haley, and Robes for Vaarsuvius. This presentation is a pretty consistent signifier of gender and/or somebody wearing robes. Early on, part of Vaarsuvius's running gag became their ambiguous gender. At the time, it was a fairly common joke in fantasy to talk about how Elven men had androgynous or "Girly" appearances, so V was part of that. Instead of a singular pronoun, characters would generally just abbreviate Vaarsuvius's name as "V", and whenever the narrative would have naturally provided some indication of gender one way or another, V would resolve the situation without providing any such indication. For example, an early gag has the characters seeking out a set of modern style bathrooms in the dungeon. When they find them, V says that their "More Efficient elven biology" means they don't have to go yet, so they wait outside while the boys go into the Men's room and Haley waits in the inevitable long line at the women's. When Vaarsuvius reveals that they are married, they use the term "Spouse" to refer to their partner, when we see their children, the children are clearly adopted (V and their partner both have pale skin, their children have darker skin) and refer to Vaarsuvius as "Parent". Vaarsuvius themselves seems to have trouble identifying other people by gender. Characters outside the central cast might refer to Vaarsuvius as "He" or "She", but doing so was always shedding light on that character's perspective, rather than saying anything about Vaarsuvius. The assumption behind the gag is that Vaarsuvius must be either male or female, and the joke is that the narrative/Vaarsuvius themselves keeps finding ways to avoid "Revealing" their gender. Fan wikis and official books list Vaarsuvius's gender as "Ambigious" and on the forum there used to be a regular, multi-part thread dedicated to debatings Vaarsuvius's gender, even after the author declared that it would "never be revealed".
Anyway, going back to the start, it's 2023, and something shifted at some point, both in the comic and in the general cultural background. The jokes about V's gender kind of fell off, not just because the gag got played out, but because the basic assumption behind it simply doesn't work anymore. Everybody knows that Nonbinary people exist. There's no point in the comic where Vaarsuvius switches from being "Ambigiously Gendered" to Nonbinary, in fact, the entire comic reads just fine if you read Vaarsuvius as male or female and just not caring enough to clarify their gender to anybody and at some point other characters just stop thinking about it. But it's interesting to see how a character trait that was once included in even the most basic character descriptions (Varsuvius: Elven Wizard. Arrogant, Intelligent. Ambigiously gendered) just kind of got washed away by a rising tide of cultural nuance towards gender. Also go read OOTS, it's pretty great.
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your jealousy is showing
xavier thorpe x fem!reader
summary: when ajax and you get partnered up for a project, it leaves xavier to realize his feelings
warnings: jealousy, some angst (barely), fluffy ending, swearing
she’s kinda a long one🙏🙏
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“alright class, today we’re going to switch it up a little bit. we’re going to do a partner project,” ms thornhill announced.
everyone smiled at their friends, including you. you and xavier made eye contact with smirks, but the energy quickly fell.
“i will be picking your partners.”
you frowned at your best friend as ms thornhill continued to explain the project.
“you and your partner are going to be using this seed.” ms thornhill showed the tiny brown seed around.
kent and some other sirens snickered.
“you two will have to get the plant to sprout by the end of the week. if there is no sprout, you guys fail. the project is due in class by friday. other then that, no homework for the rave’n!”
everyone shifted in their seat as you listened intrigued. bianca raised her hand.
“and is sprouting the seed supposed to be challenging?” she asked.
“this is a devil’s spawn. very challenging to grow, yet alone sprout. there is a specific way for it to sprout, the answer lies somewhere in this riddle. but that’s for you and your partner to figure out. now, here’s your partners.”
“are you ready to be a detective?” xavier mumbled to you with a smile on his face. you shrugged in response.
“i’ll be the best damn detective nevermore has ever seen. i just hope to be put with someone i know.”
“xavier and yoko, y/n and ajax.” ms thornhill kept reading off names.
ajax smiled at you and you returned the gesture. you and ajax were friends, not as close as you and xavier or even xavier and ajax, but you guys could talk without it being awkward.
“if i find out you guys cheat, use technology, or any outside source i will fail you!” thornhill announced.
“so, how do you suppose we do this?” ajax asked you. 
“we can meet up at the weathervane later?” you suggested. he nodded. 
xavier couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist in knots. the girl he’s practically been in love with for years working with his best friend. 
“yeah, how about two?” ajax checked the time. 
“sounds perfect.” xavier watched as you flashed your beautiful smile at ajax. 
“where do you wanna work on this?” yoko asked xavier. 
“how about... the weathervane? at two?” 
yoko nodded. 
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when xavier walked into the café he immediately noticed you and ajax sitting in a booth together, the seed in a tiny pot you probably purchased. he huffed as he sat down at another booth as he waited for yoko to show. 
you noticed xavier walk into the café out of the corner of your eye, but you were too busy brainstorming to say anything. 
“maybe we sing to it?” ajax suggested which made you let out a laugh. 
“you can sing and dance to it, maybe it’ll sprout out and say hey,” you joked. ajax couldn’t help but laugh. 
“well, what other idea do you have?” he questioned. 
“this riddle just isn’t clicking in my head. ‘for me to sprout, you must not pout. for my friend grows, while i continue to foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight’” you read off the paper thornhill gave you all.
“so the plant makes enemies?” ajax asked sarcastically.
“maybe the whole purpose of the plant is to reveal your true self? i mean, why else would it be called devil’s spawn? some people are secretly assholes.”
yoko finally showed up while xavier’s head was empty. the riddle just didn’t make sense.
what else didn’t make sense to him, was what the hell ajax was saying that had you laughing so much. he hadn’t even noticed his jaw was clenched until tyler stopped by to take his order.
“what can i get you guys?” tyler asked as nonchalantly as possible (considering the drama between the two).
yoko ordered an espresso while xavier just settled for a water. he didn’t need caffeine messing with his head (because you were already messing it up).
once tyler walked away yoko noticed xavier’s discomfort as he stared at you.
“will you stop staring at your girlfriend and focus on our project?” she asked suddenly.
xavier snapped out of whatever world he was in.
“she’s not my girlfriend,” xavier frowned slightly.
“really? everyone assumes you two are together, considering the way you both look at each other.”
you took a sip of your hot chocolate as you and ajax continued making theories.
“i think maybe it’s a metaphor. a plant obviously cannot make an enemy, but people can. and as far as the light, maybe once the problem is resolved there will be growth?”
ajax nodded. “that might be it, actually.”
“but the thing is, what problem?”
you and ajax sat in silence. “let me go ask xavier.”
you stood up in your baggy jeans, black tank top, and jacket. xavier watched as you walked over to him and yoko.
“have you guys figured out anything?” you questioned.
“yes, and quite frankly i don’t think other partners are supposed to be discussing with each other,” xavier snapped at you.
you were taken back by your best friend’s hostile behavior. “damn. well thanks for that, dickhead.” you scoffed and walked away.
yoko stared at xavier. “your jealousy is showing.”
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days passed by with xavier avoiding you. you didn’t understand why he was acting like this.
but your main focus was the sprout and finding a dress for the rave’n. enid had invited you out with her since wednesday failed to make any set plans.
you filled enid in on the sprout project with ajax, knowing how much she liked him.
“oh my gosh, this would look so good on you!” enid gasped as she pulled out a long white dress with a corset top.
your eyes lit up at the dress. enid handed you the dress before she turned around.
“i’m in love, y/n!” she gestured to another white dress with fur on the collar and sleeves.
enid and you purchased your dresses and shoes before walking out of the store. on the way back to nevermore, you guys looked in the suit shop to see xavier and ajax getting fitted for suits.
“i think i’m going to pass out,” enid awed. you laughed at her fangirling, but couldn’t deny you weren’t doing your own.
xavier looked good. his all white suit made your stomach fill with butterflies.
“has ajax asked you to the dance yet?” you asked enid as the two of you kept walking.
“no, we haven’t really spoken since he stood me up the other night.” she frowned.
“i still think there was some sort of mishap. i don’t believe ajax would purposely stand you up, especially since he talks about you sometimes.”
enid’s gasp made you burst out laughing. “does he really?” she asked excitedly.
“girl, yeah. he wants you so bad.”
enid was practically squealing.
“i can say the same about xavier to you. that boy has it bad for you, y/n.”
“enid, we’re just best friends. but i don’t know, he’s being a dick ever since that stupid seed project.”
“maybe he’s jealous you’re hanging out more with ajax.”
you didn’t answer enid. maybe she was right, but who knows.
“omg! what if the problem you need to solve is you guys confessing your feelings!” enid squealed once more.
you stared at your friend, blinking at her a few times.
“absolutely not. he does not like me.”
“so you like him?” enid wiggled her eyebrows at you.
you couldn’t help but sarcastically roll your eyes as you felt your face warm up.
“you’re not denying it!”
“it doesn’t matter, okay? he doesn’t like me like that. despite how badly i want him to ask me to the dance, his stupid attitude is getting in the way.”
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never in a million years did you think you would fail at getting a stupid plant to sprout. but the look on thornhill’s face when you and ajax showed up with an unsprouted seed was enough to make you want to sob.
“i’m going to have to give you guys a zero for this,” she frowned.
you and ajax nodded sadly, however, you guys weren’t the only ones to show up empty handed.
xavier avoided your gaze as yoko showed thornhill the unsprouted seed.
you sighed defeatedly.
“i’m sure whatever that stupid riddle meant was so obvious.” ajax said in frustration.
“i guess. i just don’t know what we did wrong.”
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later that night, enid, yoko, and you all got ready for the dance together.
“i’m so excited!” enid said happily as she finished putting on her glitter.
you finished your makeup and sprayed your favorite perfume.
taking selfies of yourself for instagram, your stomach began to turn in anticipation.
“okay, everyone smile!” enid said. she took a selfie with you and yoko, uploading it to her social media.
“let’s go show everyone that we’re boss ass bitches,” yoko nodded. you and enid both cheered to that.
the dance hall was filled with white decorations. snowflakes, a giant yeti, fake snow, it looked like mount everest had an avalanche in the room.
enid and yoko met up with their dates as you went to get punch. when you turned around, you almost dropped your drink at the sight of xavier and bianca walking in together.
xavier quickly met your eye contact and you couldn’t help but feel rage fill your body and overtake your emotions.
for the sake of everyone at the dance and yourself, you decided to put your punch down before you did something absurd.
you walked over to enid to who was living her best life on the dance floor and just decided to dance.
letting the anger flow out of your body, trying to pretend like you didn’t want to punch xavier in his stupidly gorgeous face.
however, xavier couldn’t keep his eyes off you. the way you moved your body so freely, the way the dress hugged your skin, it was driving him mad.
and he instantly regretted not asking you to the dance and letting his jealousy getting the better of him.
that is until a boy came up to you, starting to dance with you. at that point you didn’t care and just let the dude dance. his jaw clenched and his leg bounced with the rush of adrenaline.
“hello? xavier?” bianca waved her hand in front of his face. he snapped back to reality and looked at her.
“what?” he asked.
“are you done staring at y/n? can we go dance now?” bianca rolled her eyes.
xavier picked at his finger nails. bianca huffed and got up to find her friends.
deciding he needed some fresh air, xavier left. he walked all the way until the music disappeared, finding himself in thornhill’s classroom.
he grabbed a pencil and blank sheet of paper, sitting down at his desk as he began doodling.
he didn’t even notice the sound of your heels clicking as you came around the corner. “are you done avoiding me?”
xavier jumped slightly as he covered his drawing from you.
“i haven’t been avoiding you.”
“right, because not texting me back or hanging out with me all week is definitely not avoiding. got it.”
“i don’t need to be around you all the time, y/n.” he snapped.
“i didn’t say that, did i?”
xavier rolled his eyes.
“don’t act like you weren’t so preoccupied with ajax.”
“are you being for real? xavier, we literally were trying to find out how to open this seed all week.” you held the tiny seed in your hand.
“didn’t know flirting came with opening a seed,” he mumbled.
“so that’s what this is about? you thought i was flirting with ajax all week and you got jealous?”
“i’m not jealous!”
“then why did you invite bianca to the dance?”
“what’s it matter to you? who i wanna go to the dance with is my choice.”
“because, you idiot! i wanted to go with you! i spent all week trying to get the fucking seed to open so you could ask me!”
“what?” he asked in disbelief.
“oh my god-“ you grabbed xavier by his tie and pulled him in. he immediately kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist.
the kiss was rough, sloppy, yet passionate. xavier walked you backwards until your back hit the desk.
one of his hands went down to your thigh, lifting it up as you played with his hair.
after a few minutes, you finally pulled away to catch your breath.
“i’ve liked you ever since i’ve met you, xavier.”
xavier grinned.
“good, because i’ve liked you since i first saw you. i’m sorry i let my jealousy get in the way.”
xavier pressed another kiss to your lips as you hummed against him.
“you look gorgeous, by the way.”
you smiled. “thank you, baby.”
“baby, huh?” xavier smirked.
“yes, baby. because you’re my boyfriend now, right?” you asked.
xavier nodded with the biggest grin on his face. “yes, you’re my girlfriend now.”
suddenly, you heard a little crack come from behind you on the desk. you both turned to watch as the devil’s spawn seed began to sprout.
“for my friend grows, while i foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight.” you recited.
xavier put his chin on your shoulder as you watched the pretty plant flourish.
“i guess solving your problems is the riddle.” xavier laughed.
you grinned, kissing your new boyfriend once more.
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- Dr. Ratio nsfw alphabet -
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[Veritas Ratio x gn!reader] [Originally written with male reader in mind, but there is no mention of genitalia so I think it can work for any gender. I tried to provide both something for top and bottom reader so everyone can get something out of this. The reader is assumed to be in a long term relationship with Veritas]
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Veritas can be really romantic. Initially, he doesn’t want either of you to pull away at all, just to nuzzle each other while your bodies stay intertwined in such an intimate fashion. Though if you really need it he’ll get up immediately to get you some water or snacks or really anything you need. Depending on the time of day you also might be expecting a bath, massages too.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Not a specific body part, but likes how proportional and symmetrical his body is as a whole. This guy is literally named Dr Ratio, leave me alone. On you though, I think he likes your face. Basic answer, but I really can't see it any other way. Definitely likes tracing the contours of your face when bored, studying it like an ancient sculpture. Oh, and I guess it's pretty hot how your face twists in pleasure while you're doing it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
If he's topping he likes to cum inside, otherwise cumming all over you is the second best. I feel like he wouldn't be a fan of cumming all over himself so if bottoming he'll like to do it either on the bed or if possible somewhere on you. My man also probably likes fruits, that's what gives his cum a sweet-ish taste, definitely not the sugary sweet kind though, the earthy natural sweet.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Definitely wants to do it in a very natural space, like a lake or something. That primal feeling, miles away from the rationality he exudes usually, really gets him going, but he's too afraid of someone walking in and ruining the moment to actually do it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Virgin. Most of his life he probably had that kind of mindset that it's probably not worth it getting involved with someone else when he has everything he needs here. Still thinks that way, but now has you to keep his balls empty.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Loves lifting you off the ground, gotta show those muscles off. You just wrap around him so snugly and your faces are so close to each other it takes no effort just to start making out while pounding into you. Doesn't mind being lifted up himself either, especially if you're squeezing his ass while doing so, has and will attack your face with kisses. Other than that he likes anything where you two are face to face just in general.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Very serious. Because of how little experience he has and how little people he has let see him this way he probably takes it as an extremely important bonding time so don't expect any jokes or laughs from him. Though he won't be mad if you're into the more casual kind, hell, he’ll let you try getting a laugh out of him.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Extremely well groomed. He's a neat freak, man loves baths and goes nuts when he sees a single dirty spot on his book, he's well capable of keeping himself clean. No hair out of place and all, if he even has any on his lower body.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Said it already, but he takes sex very seriously. Slow and sensual is his thing. Makes it a whole ritual, lighting candles, maybe using some rose petals that he likes putting into his baths, massaging your back, everything to make you feel absolutely refreshed afterwards and ultimately make you feel closer to each other at the end.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't do it that often, but when he does it's most likely during the morning shower. Though, unfortunately, if he has the displeasure of having another bath without his lover he might have to rub one out alone in there too.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise and degradation are a must with this man. Just state your preference, or do both if you’re into it, and he’ll already be running his mouth even before you start. Body worship is also a big thing for him. With his marble statues you can assume that he at least must love his own body and something tells me that he’ll be equally if not more obsessed with his lover's one.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Not into risky stuff, he has a reputation to keep. Maybe you can suck him off under his work desk with all the doors locked, but that's where it ends. Maybe bathhouses, but only if you have a reserved room or smth. Though when it comes to your private adobe nothing is off the table. The bed, bathtub, over the counter, against the wall, he isn't too picky.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Not hard to get him in the mood. Loves how open you are with him and if you ask him nicely he’ll already feel motivated. Just seeing you so needy and wanting him makes him feel special, like he is the only one who you would run up to with something so intimate. Expect him to tease you about it though.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that has to do with risking his reputation, no public sex or exhibitionism. Threesomes are also a no for him, not with someone he knows and definitely not with a stranger. He has made it clear that you're the only one who he wants to experience this kind of intimacy with.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He was definitely a little weirded out at the start. Don't get me work, he knew how it's done and what it meant, he isn't that innocent, but the thought of actually doing just felt gross to him. Of course, that's where you came(in more ways than one) in. Unfortunately for you, he is a fast learner. Now oral is his favorite way to open up a long night session with you. It doesn't take much preparation, so expect him to wake you up using his mouth.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
My guy likes to take his time. He sees sex like he sees his baths, a way to cleanse the body of all its filth, so sometimes it really does feel like you're making love instead of having sex. He just finds himself dissatisfied with the fast and rough methods that just dry him out.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It might seem surprising after I talked so much about him taking his time, but I don't think he actually minds quickies that much. Though he doesn't like making a routine out of them, sure a quickie is good once in a while to relieve some stress, but he doesn't want it to spoil sex for him entirely. He likes them most during the morning showers.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
While he doesn't want to take any risks with his reputation, he certainly doesn't mind doing risky stuff behind closed doors. How are you supposed to see the results without any experimentation?
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Oh, he can go for plenty. My man is beefy and all that muscle isn't just for show. The thing is, one round for him already takes a while so expect to be spent and thoroughly satisfied. Not that he doesn't mind going again, he's just wondering if you can keep up.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have a lot of toys but he definitely doesn't mind using some on you or you using some on him. Keep in mind though, if you allow him he can get pretty ruthless with them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Definitely a huge tease, refuse to believe otherwise. Going to go further into it in a moment, but my guy is talkative. Nothing you do will go unnoticed and everything you do will be commented on. Also teasing with his actions. That one extra button left unbuttoned was specifically left there to cause a reaction from you. Will deny you orgasm if you're into that. He loves the power all the things listed above give him and the feeling of being desired really gets him going. You could inflate his ego even more or even try to shut that pretty mouth yourself.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don't know if this is a hot take but I think that he might get more vocal once he is with someone he trusts. Definitely won't hide his voice from you when he sees you getting more aroused, might as well use it to tease you. Oh, and he's definitely a talkative one. Expect lots of comments between those sweet groans and moans of his.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Massages are his favorite form of foreplay. Be it during baths with all his fancy soaps and oils or in bed after an exhausting day, it's a very intimate, but not necessarily sexual, way to relax the body and he needs your body to be relaxed if he wants to proceed with more intense stuff. Doesn't mind receiving a massage either, though he is mostly the one giving them he can't deny himself the pleasure of your hands worshiping his muscles.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He is a big man, what do you expect? No, but for real, it matches his size. Every part of him is proportional. Always cleanly shaven and well groomed and only has a few subtly visible veins just below the head. Cut and colored with a pinkish blush on the very tip.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not that high. He keeps himself intellectually occupied most of the time. Though he can get turned on pretty quickly when his partner initiates.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I imagine most of your steamy encounters happen at the end of the day so he already feels pretty drained. That orgasm is probably the last push for him before going to bed, assuming that all of your needs are taken care of first.
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Wear My Name Around Your Neck
“Pls do a George Daniel or Ross Macdonald smut where they’re your sugar daddy … and gift you a necklace and fuck you with just the necklace on.” - Anon
This is one of the hottest prompts I’ve ever received and then my brain went haywire and I elected not to choose between which would be in this fic.
I am also so sorry this took so long but it is over 11k words
Masterlist
Pairing: Ross and Reader and George (eventually).
Warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, threesome, BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, DP, spitting, voyeurism, (semi)public sex, outdoor, oral, restraining, I’ve probs missed some ngl
Age rating: 18+ MDNI
Word count: 11.4k
Act 1 - Introductions
When Ross mentioned a house party with him and the band you were a little bit taken aback. You hadn’t met the boys before but they knew your relationship wasn’t the most… conventional. Hanging out with them all now is a bit different to what’s normal for you two. More real than you and Ross had ever been before. Not to mention, it’s not like you and him were out in the eye of the public. You would call him your boyfriend, but you’re not certain that’s what he actually is. For most of your relationship he had been travelling the world, touring big cities and performing for thousands of fans, and before that you weren’t exactly talking in a way that most couples would. You didn’t “court each other” to phrase it like your grandma. If you did ask your grandma, she would probably say you whored yourself out to the man, and to be honest, she wouldn’t be wrong. 
You were just having a laugh when your mate signed you up for a dating site with the specific intent of someone paying for your life, being taken care of. Monetarily only of course. It was supposed to be a joke between friends, but even as she entered your details, both half-cut on three bottles of wine and some really good weed, the idea of a man spoiling you and taking care of you appealed. You were considering deleting it after a few days of weird requests and creepy messages, when you saw a match in the many requests you’d received that seemed genuine and unlike the other men, he wasn’t entitled and expecting anything from you.  
Ross had come across as charming, kind, well travelled and looking for someone to spoil. The self assurance and confidence in himself was sexy, always sending shivers down your spine when he’d mention something offhandedly about the time he was in Japan or Argentina, how the people were lovely or the way the flowers bloomed when it rained in a hot city. When he finally asked if he could call you (it didn’t take him long), you jumped at the idea. Only getting nervous when you realised the phone was ringing in your hand. 
His voice was gravelly and you didn’t expect the northern accent, softened from years away from his hometown. He talked about life like he’d really experienced it, drip fed you details for a while, not wanting you to figure out who he was. It was flirty and he was good company when you were bored during the day, keeping you company as you scrolled and categorised and waited for boring responses. 
It was about a week before anything remotely different to a normal “talking stage” happened. You had told him you were going out for the night with your friend and he asked if he could pay for it. Asked is a strong word for what he did, it was more like you were told. The commanding tone he used over the phone sent shivers down your spine, in a very good way. It’s not like he was demanding sex, or photos, or anything from you really, just that he gets to pay and when you were home you would text him that you were safe. He gets to say he looked after you this way and you were more than happy to let him do that. 
“Let me pay for it, Gorgeous. Least I could do after the company you’ve given me this week.”
The whole night all you could think about was how hot it was that an almost stranger wanted to do this for you. You thought about his voice, and imagined the mouth he might have, what it could do to you under the sheets. The way he might moan your name down the phone and give his instructions to you with that accent of his. 
When you got home, slightly drunk but mainly just happy and turned on, you text him like he asked. You’d climbed into bed in just your underwear, face freshly washed and hair pulled up, before you saw his text.
I’m glad you had a good night. Get some water and thank you for texting. Such a good girl for me xxx
You didn’t reply, you just called him, desperate to hear his voice again. He picked up after a few rings, giving you time to move your hand down to your soaking pussy and rub your clit over the top of your skimpy underwear. 
“Hey, you okay?” He was concerned and his voice was sleepy, slow and rough, scratching the itch in your brain that made you call him. 
“Sorry, yeah. I just….” You panted a little into the phone. “I wanted to hear your voice.” 
“What are you doing right now Princess?” You can hear the smirk through the phone speaker. 
“Thinking about you,” you reply simply. 
“And what am I doing in those thoughts?” You hear his breath hitch at the end of the sentence. He’s touching himself too. You wonder what his cock looks like. If it has a slight bend to it. Would it hit your g-spot? Is the head all red and swollen and begging for attention from you and your mouth? Before he comes, does it throb in his hand? Would it throb in yours?
“More than my hand is doing right now,” this time, you let out a soft moan, there’s no mistaking what your hand is doing.
“Such a good little slut for me. Getting home from your night out, texting me and following my orders, then you ring me to tell me you’re getting yourself off. I didn’t even have to ask you to do that, you’re just that needy to be good for me. Aren’t you Princess?” The nickname was one you always thought you hated, but coming from his mouth it made you feel like you actually were royalty.
“Fuck, yes,” you moan a little louder, whinier. It’s a little performative but only because you want to turn him on even more. As much as you’d love to hear that voice beg, you don’t think he’s the type.
“Yes Sir.”
That’s how yours and Ross’s “relationship” starts, phone sex and heavy breathing. He quickly replaces your hands with toys. Expensive ones too because “my princess deserves the best.” The first package is a single vibrator. It’s sleek and smooth and rechargeable and waterproof and even the idea of using it makes you wet. He never asks you for anything in return, but you want to. So you send him a picture. At first it's the toy on your bed informing him of it’s arrival and then a picture of it on the bed, sheets and toy soaking wet. 
Thank you for the gift. You can trust it’s been put to good use xx
That’s what it's for princess. Feel good? Xx
So fucking good. I’ve never had one before, so thank you xx
Never?
I get the appeal now xx
Just wait and see. There’s plenty more where that came from ;) xx
The next day a second toy arrives, again with no requests or expectations from its purchaser. Only the knowledge that he’d bought them for you, and you should have a good time. You come to realise that it’s not enough, you need more interaction with someone who is going to do all of this for you. So you send him pictures again, on the bed, then in your hands, until eventually it’s pictures of you using them both, writhing in your bed sheets with captions that go straight to his cock. It takes a month of to and fro pictures and calls, moans and sighs, before he asks if you want to go for coffee, actually meet up, and with no alcohol involved too. You had an inkling of what he looked like, tall and broad shouldered, with long dark hair. He was strong from his stories and pictures you’d received, but always faceless. Once he’d sent a live photo, one of the times you had just general chit chat about what you were both up to instead of teasing the other to frustration, and you caught sight of a bass and the edge of his beard as the image moved. You had pieced together he was a musician from this, figuring he must be for him to travel so much in the month and a bit you’d “known” him. The sound in the background was what sent your stomach flipping though. 
“Ross she’s not go-” and then it cut off. It was one of the lads he was with, presumably another member of whatever group he was with, maybe a band? Whilst the ghost voice could have been talking about anyone, you would like to think he was talking about you. 
The coffee date came around faster than you expected, in a low lit shop, dark paints, brown raw wood, and red fairy lights with yellow neon signs decorated the space, the soft music coming from some speakers sets a distinctly “indie” vibe to the place. What you didn’t expect was how handsome he would be. You’d convinced yourself that he would turn out to be the perfect man personality wise but when you finally actually saw him there would be no spark, no rush of blood, no butterflies in the stomach that weren’t already there from nerves. You couldn’t have been more wrong. Sat in a corner booth dubbed “the cosy” by one of the flickering neon signs, sat a very tall man in a charcoal knitted jumper that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, and dark blue jeans. Cosy but stylish. He had big coffee-coloured eyes that creased in the corners when he smiled at you, sending warmth straight to your chest. His hair tied into a bun on the top of his head, it looked silky and you longed to reach out and touch it. You knew then that you were totally fucked when it came to this man. He’d brought you flowers and a small box of chocolates he said were his favourites from a little shop he’d found a few days before. Once you both had your coffee the conversation flowed easily, it was flirty and funny and you found yourself not wanting to leave him after this. The arm that’s resting on the booth, almost round your shoulders, gives you the impression he feels the same. 
It’s a little while later and the glasses have been empty for a while, the baristas are starting to wind up the shop and its sunset outside when Ross makes a suggestion.
“Fancy something a little stronger? I’ve got some really good wine at home but I don’t want to be too forward or presumptuous,” he never looks away from your face, even as he holds your hand under the table, on top of your thigh, rubbing the smooth skin across the back of it with his thumb.
“I’d like that,” you nod, eyes sparkling in the low light of the shop.
When he finally tells you about the band, you’re at his house, in his living room, on his sofa. You were sitting with a glass of an expensive white, legs in his lap, the velvety fabric soft on the bare skin of your thighs, your skirt riding up every time you move. The room was cosy, with a vinyl player in the corner playing soft music. You’d asked to go to the bathroom and he seemed hesitant to tell you where it even was, which was weird, because it’s just the bathroom? 
“I should probably tell you something before you go wandering around my house,” which makes you think maybe Ross, charming-and-only-wants-to-look-after-you Ross, might be into some really freaky stuff. Or a serial killer. 
“Okay…?”
“It’s about my job,” slightly less worrying, but really it’s just opened other, new, concerning options. 
“I think I’ve figured out you’re a musician,” his mouth moves into a half smile-half smirk. 
“I thought I’d done so well even keeping that a secret.” 
“You slipped up,” you wink at him as you move your legs from his lap and underneath yourself, setting the wine down and you’re sorely tempted to lean into him. You could just nuzzle into his shoulder with his arm around you, get to smell his smell and feel his body heat against you. You’d pull your top up just a little so there was a slight bit of your skin showing. Mentally you are imagining his hand on you there, hoping he would get the hint it’s okay to touch you. Instead you lean against the back of the sofa, his hand so very close to your cheek, you could feel the heat radiating from his palm. 
“Not to sound like an arse but do you know who I am then?” You giggle at the absurdity of the sentence. Not realising how fair of a question it is for him to ask. 
“Alright Mr Ego, calm down. No I don't,” you put your glass on the table. 
 So I play bass for a band…” the hand that isn’t by your face is picking at a thread in his jeans, whilst his eyes dart around the room, looking for something, anything, to focus on that wasn't you. “It’s my band. Well, mine and the boys. But it’s kind of a big-ish band I guess. We’re on the radio. Been around a little while now too.” His eyes settle on the hem of your skirt and slowly look up to your face. 
“Okay, I mean, that’s cool. Successful musician-man then if you’re on the radio. What’s the band?” 
“Umm, The 1975?” and suddenly it hit you just who Ross was. Who he is and remains to be even now. Two years after that first date. Two years of wild sex and being showered with gifts, flown from country to country so he could spend lazy hours by your side in hotel beds. 
Your clothes got more expensive, your tech got updated and remained that way, everything you consumed was hand picked and artisanal. Dining on life with this man, even if you weren't with this man.
Act 2 - Settling In
Ross was sat, legs spread, fully dressed, the crotch of his trousers stretched tight over his thighs. Black and tight around his thighs and exactly what you begged him to wear, white shirt with the top buttons undone, chest hair peeking through the top. To top it off, he had this little silver chain that screamed sex whenever you saw it now. 
You can picture that chain and think about the way it dangled in your face as he fucked you hard from above last week. The way it tasted as you bit the metal between your teeth, all irony and bitter and reminiscent of blood. If you weren’t thinking of it hanging from above your own face, you were thinking about the way the girl you’d brought home the other week had wrapped her second finger underneath it and pulled him closer, desperate for his mouth as you had your lips on her clit. She screamed for you both. Moaning your names louder than the sound of your fingers pumping into her, so fucking wet, as Ross called her a good girl and pumped his cock for some sort of relief. You just worked so well together, why wouldn’t you share it? 
There was a cute hotel receptionist in Texas, who’d begged you both on her knees; a curly blonde waiter in Amsterdam who Ross watched you ride as he gave you both instructions:
“Touch yourself Princess he wants to see it” 
“Ride him slowly. You like it slow, don’t you, pretty boy?” 
“Play with her tits, the sounds she’ll make will have you coming in seconds.”
Or what about the couple in Rio that you’d met at the bar the night before a gig of his, where Ross had to apologise to the makeup artist for the state of his neck and chest once you were all through with him. Yeah, there had been plenty of times you and Ross liked to share.
Your relationship (if you could call it that?) with Ross was strange but fulfilling. He would openly call you his girl, take you on dates and whisk you away on holidays, literally treat you like a princess. He’d cook for you in his house, or help you build Ikea furniture at your little flat, go for walks together at golden hour round the local park and play with the dogs you found there (even though his allergies kicked in about an hour later). Not once had you discussed labels, in two years. You both knew that it was the pair of you and no one else. Even when he was on tour he was all yours, sexually at the very least. If you wanted to be with other people it was always together. But you weren’t officially together. 
You liked being paid for and looked after, and whilst at first he hadn’t asked for anything in return over the years he’d grown more confident in making some of his gifts conditional, in the same way you grew easier asking him for things at all. What was yours was his and vice versa. Was it healthy? Almost definitely not. Did you care? Not in the slightest. He was your Ross and he’d never let you down once yet. You were unimaginably happy. 
Those pants across his thighs were straining, the outline of his hard cock begging for release. His hands tied behind his back so he couldn’t touch you. This was a rare treat and you know that if you teased him for much longer you were gonna be in trouble. Real trouble. The sort of trouble that would have you begging and crying and screaming in pleasure. But how are you supposed to resist when a man you normally call ‘Sir’ is willing to let you tie him up and make him whimper?
The lingerie set he’d bought you was soft and sexy. A forest green that held up your tits in a way you didn’t know lingerie could even do before you’d met him. The pants weren’t skimpy either, high waisted and strappy with mesh sections that teased your lines and curves, letting him see everything behind a thin veil. Particularly letting him see the most recent toy he’d bought you. Stretching your arse out in the most delicious way. 
“Thank you for the presents. They’re perfect, and look,” there aren’t words for the noises that came out of him as you bend over to show him just how good it looks, “they all fit me so well… Sir.” 
“Gonna be a good girl for me Princess?”
“Aren’t I always?” You walk towards him, letting your hair down from where it had been trapped against your head, and press your knee into his crotch. He tries not to but his hips rut against your leg. “That feel good?” Leaning over to kiss and bite his neck, down past that shiny chain, sucking purple bruises along your way. Claiming him as yours. He groans into your ear. 
“Sit on my thigh.” You do as you're told, legs either side of his thigh, balancing yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders. “Get yourself off on me. All over my thigh with your pretty cunt. Need you to ruin these trousers you love so much.” You could spend days riding him. His thigh, his stomach, his face, his cock. He’s tied up and you could do anything to him, but here you are following every single instruction, obedient and willing, practically begging for it. Begging for him. 
He loves when he has to tame you, break you a bit, make you cry from overstimulation because you’ve come more times than you’re actually able to count anymore. He was good at taking care of you like that. 
He loves it when he’s soft too. Gentle caresses and whispers as he’s making love to you, telling you how beautiful you are as he bottoms out inside you, before he fills you up with his cum. 
He loves it in the mornings in your flat when you cook breakfast together and just exist in each presence. Each on your own computers, doing your own thing with only the sounds of you sipping coffee and typing away. It’s romantic and cathartic and the most domestic thing you do together. 
The only interaction that came close to a disagreement you’ve ever had, was a few months into your arrangement. He’d asked you to come to New York, meet the band, the men who were practically his family. You said yes to going, but you didn’t want to meet them. You and Ross were new and sparkly and fresh, meeting important people meant acknowledging this had the potential to be something real and longer. You were more than happy to come to New York and let him clothe you in silk dresses and bed you in silk sheets. Right then, you were happy to be looked after, you wanted to be his plaything. You never said never though, you said not now. But that was 18 months ago and now he calls you his girl and it is real, and it’s clearly lasting. 
So when he mentioned a house party with the band, you were taken aback by the fact you wanted to go. Meet his adopted family, get to know how Ross was Ross. Learn the stories about him as a teenager from the people who knew him, not Ross telling you in between the sheets on sunday mornings, painting himself in a rosy hue as a boy who did no wrong. That man was too full of mischief to do no wrong. 
Ross was thrilled about your decision though and for the week leading up to the party he gave you anything you could possibly ask for, even if you didn’t ask for it. Massages, and meals out, or cooking for you as you sat and watched with a glass of expensive rosé. Took you to art exhibitions, and small pub gigs where you would sit in one of the back booths with a pint each, you settled in his arms with your head against his chest.  
When the day of the party finally arrived he gave you something that made your heart skip a beat. A silver necklace with a flat rectangle decal on, when you flipped it over you see that it has his name engraved into the metal. The chain is thinner and more dainty than the one around Ross’s neck, but they’re the same colour metal and same shape of chain.
“I know we haven’t done labels but you are my girl, and this is to show people that, until you let me put a ring on that finger and call you my wife.” He kisses your shoulder. “Whenever that will be. I want you to know I’m with you, even if I’m not physically here. I wanna know I’m with you.” You nod, unable to actually say anything to him, slightly overwhelmed with emotion. He stands behind you and pulls your hair to the side, pressing soft kisses to your neck before taking the necklace out of your fingers and clasping. Claiming you in a way the hickeys he normally leaves cant. This feels permanent, like a promise, like an oath. You wrap your arms around him and press your face into his chest. 
“I love you. Thank you.” 
“I love you too,” it wasn’t the first time you’d said those words to each other. They were rare and sparing and only ever came out when you felt like it was all that you could say, all that mattered between you and him. He might not call you his girlfriend, but he called you his, and he meant it with all the love in the world. 
“You need a charm with my name on it. We need to get you one.” He cocks an eyebrow at that. “Hey if I’m yours, you’re mine MacDonald. Or do I have to share?”
“Sharing is caring, baby.” He gently slaps your arse and moves away to start and get ready for the night. Pulling his top off in one fluid motion. The muscles in his arms tensing under the tattooed skin. He looks more defined and toned lately, strong and healthy. Tonight is gonna be hard when you want to get on your knees and let him use you how he pleases already, and by the insinuation of his words, you can assume it’s not just the two of you that will be coming home. 
Act 3 - Flirtations
The drive to the party was intense. Ross’s hand never left your thigh and everytime he looked at you, he looked at the necklace you had around your neck. His name on full display for everyone around you to know. When he caught you watching him, his grip on your thigh tightened, but he wouldn’t move it any closer, even as you rubbed your legs together silently begging him for some sort of friction. Eventually he removed the hand altogether and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest and shoulder. 
“Behave.” He whispers into your hair as he plants a kiss on the top of your head. You twist your head around to look at him. 
“I’m not really feeling that way inclined tonight.” You smirk, hand brushing through his beard to tug on it a little, pulling him closer to your mouth. 
“I’ll have to do something about that then,” he smiles as he kisses you, soft lips and soft beard. Your teeth nearly clash from how intensely you are both grinning, almost giggling. You were like teenagers sneaking about, none of your friends knowing but them all having suspicions. You liked it like this, and you know it’s about to change with the introduction of people who are important to him, and important to you too now, when you think about it. 
You’re glad they already know some of the details about yours and Ross “not-relationship”. It’ll make it easier for you not needing to have inane conversations with them starting with the inevitable “how did you guys meet?” or “how long have you been together?”. It will be fine, interesting even. It will be fine. 
The house was artistic and playful and quite frankly, fucking huge. Neutral walls decorated with colourful and suggestive artwork or blown up album covers for bands you’ve never even heard of. The hallways seemed to stretch endlessly showcasing room after room of some of the fanciest technology, wine, bedding, and gym equipment you’ve ever seen. But the pièce de résistance had to be the main room of the party. A dance floor was set up in the middle, glass doors at the far edge leading to a statue covered garden, a bar on the far left, and somewhere there must have been a DJ playing chilled house tunes until everyone was a bit more buzzed from the alcohol. The bass was still travelling into your chest, a low buzz that made your skin vibrate. 
Ross’s arm wraps around your waist. “Deep breaths. You’ll love them I promise,” and he’s never broken a promise he’s made you before, so why would he start now. 
The first friend you meet is Adam. He’s funny and makes you giggle with stories of an outraged Ross when they were teenagers, arguing with the boys and being stubborn when he didn’t get his own way. He asks about your life, where you’re from and what you do. It’s a polite conversation with room for development due to the arrival of his wife. Carly is beautiful. She radiates warmth with her smile and demeanour, clearly full of love, not only for her husband, but for the whole band/family. She talks about them all with admiration at what they do, gently pinching Adam’s side as she makes a joke about the length of their upcoming tour. She spends some of the conversation between the 4 of you, watching you. At first it’s a little disconcerting, feeling like you're being judged and observed. Critiqued. The feeling evaporates when she leans forward and very matter of fact announces “I am so sorry, I am so blind. What does your necklace say? I’ve been trying to read it for ages.” Your response has your cheeks blushing and Ross hand gripping onto your waist even tighter.
“Oh, it’s Ross’s name. He gave it to me tonight.” This is fine. Lots of boyfriends give girlfriends necklaces as gifts. But Ross isn’t your boyfriend, and you're not his girlfriend. Carly doesn’t seem to notice the slight hitch in your breath as you think about the implications of the necklace. Maybe you do want to call him boyfriend, fiance… husband? You can’t say you’ve never thought about it.
“It’s so pretty. Looks incredible with your dress.” You murmur a shy thank you to the woman, still a little embarrassed, and the conversation continues until Ross asks you to the bar. 
You’re a few more drinks in before you meet the next one. He’s taller than you expected, maybe taller than Ross, with a new bleach blonde buzzcut. You’re not blind, George is good looking. To be honest, before you met Ross he would have been more your type. His linen shirt is half unbuttoned showing off a toned chest and the very top of his abs. You play with your drink to distract yourself a bit. 
“Hey babe don’t you think?” Ross’s voice brings you out of your thoughts of George. 
“Sorry what?” 
“George’s shirt, probably do with buttoning a few of them up before he blinds everyone,” George doesn’t wait for you to answer. He looks you directly in the eyes, turning his body slightly as though he was cutting Ross out of the conversation. 
“If you ever get bored of shit jokes like that, you know where to find me,” and he winks at you. You choke on your vodka cranberry and Ross squeezes your hip harder. 
“I happen to like his shit jokes thanks,” you smirk at him, trying to recover yourself. 
“So you admit, they are shit then?” He’s grinning down at you now, feeling like he’s won.
“I assure you, whilst his jokes are shit, he makes up for it elsewhere,” you suck on the straw and maintain eye contact with the blonde. This is now a game of chicken. Ross’s hand has moved from your hip to settle on your arse and slightly squeeze it. It’s definitely for boasting about his sexual prowess but it feels like there's more to this interaction. You’re honestly surprised he’s let it go on for this long with George talking shit. He’s trying to suss something out between you, maybe giving George time to see if you are okay for ‘his Ross' as he had so affectionately called the bearded man. 
“Well that surprises no one, look at him. Strong, healthy… virile.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively at that. “Man like Ross, in a band like ours, you have to know how to treat a lady,” Ross definitely does know how to treat you. 
“I’d need convincing to know it has anything to do with the band George,” that was blatant flirting from yourself. You knew it before you said it. Ross pinches your arse now, a little harder than you would have expected. He lets you out of his side and with one sentence the whole demeanour of the conversation changes. 
“I definitely know how to treat this one,” the hand that wasn’t holding his drink moves to your chin, he pulls it up with the knuckles of his second finger and the pad of his thumb just on your bottom lip. You think he’s going to kiss you. The alcohol has definitely gotten to you because you don’t even care that George is there, all you want is for Ross to take you, right here, right now. Ross looks straight at George, your face still tilted to where he had been staring at you, his hand still in control of you. “You should just hear the noises she makes when I’m going down on her. Absolutely nothing to do with the band.” He lets your face go. 
“You could always find out if you wanted George?” It's a brazen suggestion, and you’re fairly sure it takes both of the men by surprise. The confidence you weren’t expecting to bring out tonight, considering you’re meeting Ross’s best friends. 
“You’re brave,” it’s the only thing George can think to respond with. He understands why Ross has fallen for you now. He gets that not only are you beautiful, but you’re witty and sharp and confident in yourself. 
“I’m honest.” 
A third, curly-haired man, you recognise to be Matty, enters the group, his arms swinging around George’s shoulders. It cuts the tension, not totally dissolving it. It’s lingering in the way Ross’s arm moves back around your waist, the way George’s eyes flit back to you every few seconds, the way the hairs on the back of your neck have pricked up in anticipation.
“George man…” Matty has definitely had a few drinks. “I could kiss you right now.” He turns to the blonde. “Why you got half your shirt off? Doesn’t matter to be fair. Gonna steal that for a show now though.” He looks at you and Ross and suddenly seems to sober up a bit. “Ross’s Mrs. Not-Mrs! We all thought he was making you up, y’know? Two years mate. Bit of a long time to go,” he punches Ross playfully in the arm but you’re stifling a laugh from ‘Mrs. Not-Mrs’ still. It’s said with affection, not accusation. 
“Yeah I guess that would be me.” The conversation continues pleasantly and the four of you move round the room meeting more people. At one point Ross and Matty get pulled away for a conversation with some mutual friend they had, leaving you with a girl who was lovely but you didn’t know all that well. When she leaves for the bathroom a minute later you use the opportunity to head outside for air, admiring the statues and the lit up water displays that adorn the patio and grass. There’s a small wooden platform you can sit on the edge of to observe everything. The bass from the music, which was now pumping heavy hitting dance tunes, you could feel in the wood under your hands. Vision swimming a little from alcohol. 
“Fancy seeing you here?” Its George, in his fucking linen shirt with the fucking-buttons-fucking-undone. You’re absolutely fine. He’s smoking a cig and you can’t help but watch his hands as he holds it.
“Needed the air, it’s getting warm in there.” 
“Yeah me too. Ross leave you?” He comes and sits next to you, far enough away that you're comfortable. It’s one thing flirting if Ross was here, it’s a bit different when he’s not. George seems to understand that, but it doesn't stop him having a little fun.
“I was talking to someone, him and Matty got dragged away. No biggie. You got another one of those?” He shakes his head but offers you his half smoked one. 
“Need to cut down anyway, you’re doing me a favour,” you take the cig. “He’s happy with you, he clearly likes you. I get why he kept you away,” 
“That was actually my decision,” you admit, wondering why he thinks it was Ross’s.
“Oh, too afraid to meet the big sexy rockstars in Ross’s sexy band?” 
“Didn’t need to meet you guys, already met the fittest one anyway.” It was a juvenile conversation but it was funny and light and it made you feel a little better about where Ross had gotten to. It was getting to be a long time he’d been gone now and you were glad George was here for the company. There was nothing wrong with a little innocent looking. You were definitely looking, and the thoughts weren’t innocent.
George is staring at the necklace around your neck. He’s mainly staring at it to remind himself that you are Ross’s girl. Maybe not his girlfriend, but his girl and he couldn’t do anything, even if he’d been thinking about those noises you make since Ross had mentioned them earlier. 
“You wound me. Clearly it’s not Matty, Hann is taken, but I’m hurt. We’re on equal footing at least?”
“Yeah you wish, George.” He laughs at that. 
“Maybe just a little.” He’s said it now, crossed the invisible line that you thought was agreed. Would it be so bad if you took another step? 
“Careful George. Ross might let you.”
“Would you let me?” He’s smirking at the question. It’s a game of chicken again but you won’t win this one. You know your eyes, your whole face says yes, but you can’t bring yourself to actually say the word. So instead you simply tell him;
“Ask Ross.”
“What are you talking about me for?” Ross comes into view at the last second, joining the conversation. 
“I was just agreeing with her about how you're the second sexiest in the band,” George butts in before you can say anything.
“Yeah of course, Hann’s a beautiful man, I don’t disagree.” Ross is being purposefully obtuse. He sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap, letting you nuzzle into his shoulder and neck, where you plant a kiss. His fingers tighten in your dress and the hem rises an inch. If Ross wasn’t careful, George would be getting a full view of your underwear very soon. 
“Nah mate, your favourite girl, she thinks it’s me,”. You shoot up from Ross.
“I never said such a thing!” Ross is chuckling at it though. 
“Relax, he's taking the piss,” he stroked your hair out of your face and turned to George smirking. “You really like getting her wound up don’t you mate?”
“Your fault for mentioning those pretty noises you said she makes,” if you were more sober (and fancied George less) you would have punched him for that. Ross just smirks at him as you bury your head in him again, letting go of the argument and imagining what it would be like if it was George with his mouth around you. Ross’s fingers are moving your dress up your legs. 
The wooden platform wasn’t exactly visible, but it wasn’t hidden. You were far enough away from the party that no one could hear you three. The idea sends a chill up your spine, and wetness to your thighs. 
Ross stops, but your dress is high enough that George can see your silky underwear, and definitely see how wet you are from the way your legs are bent. He’s watching the pair of you like a man starved. Like he didn’t realise how serious Ross could have been about hearing your moans. You want George to reach out and touch you over your clothed clit, making those moans for him. He just needs to reach. 
His eyes are pleading with Ross’. Begging him, not just asking, for his permission. Ross nods once at him and suddenly you feel the gentle brush of George’s fingers over your underwear. You let out a shaky breath. Ross bends down to kiss you as George teases you. When George’s fingers finally dip under the hem of your underwear, he lets a soft gasp out. 
“Told you mate. She get’s so fucking wet,” Ross says against your mouth. You’re fairly sure you hadn’t been there for that conversation. Was Ross talking about this with George before tonight? George’s fingers brush over your clit and you can’t help but buck your hips up and let out a little breathy moan as you cling to Ross. 
“I know, baby. Is he doing good?”
“So good,” you whisper into his neck. George chuckles a little, it’s shaky and a little bit cocky, only made more so when you moan louder as he slips two fingers inside you. 
“You’re a mess down here. Thinking about it for a while?” George is getting confident with you. Ross looks at you, giving you permission to reply. 
“All night,” 
“Dirty girl.”
When you hear voices nearby George stops, takes his fingers out fast and you nearly scream at the loss. You were so close. He’s about to suck both of them clean when Ross grabs his hand. 
“My fucking girl George, don’t get too cocky.” Before sucking one of George’s soaked fingers into his mouth to taste you. 
You’re flushed and blushing, it would have been embarrassing if Ross didn’t immediately kiss you for longer than necessary. You can taste yourself on his tongue. George doesn’t stop watching the pair of you. Ross’s rough hands moving you so you’re standing between his legs. He grins against your mouth and you realise what he wants. He’s giving you the opportunity to say no, to change the course of the night. It’s your decision what happens now. 
You kiss him one last time, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling very very gently at his beard as your tongue finds his. When you pull away, you stand in front of both of the men. You look around to double check there is no one that can see the little display you’re about to make. 
You hook your fingers over the waistband of your silk underwear, lifting your dress up so that both of the men can see, and pull them over your hips, before stepping out of them and bending to pick them up, giving George a very good look down the front of your dress at your tits. The whole interaction has been done in silence so far.
“Stand up for me George.” Ross is watching you, the way he likes to watch when you first start working your way over someone new. Discovering them, what they like and dislike, what makes them tick, what makes them moan, pant, come. George stands, towering over your small frame. Your eyes are at his chest. He’s smirking at the height difference, until you hook your fingers around the waistband of his trousers, and then his boxers and drop your own wet skimpy excuse for underwear down next to his cock. Which is hard as a rock and begging for attention. 
“Sit down now,” he does as he’s told, moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to bring you in to kiss, his other hand going to your arse over the top of your dress.
His kiss is strong and controlled, he knows what he likes, how he wants your mouth to move against his. He’s a man who knows how to use his tongue. Swiping at your lip, inside your mouth, against yours. You want to feel that tongue on your clit. When you touch his hard cock through all the fabric, and start providing pressure and movement, he moans into your mouth. That little break is enough for you to break away.
You hold your hand out to Ross. 
“This house is huge. Let's find a room.” As Ross follows you inside, George stays sat down. 
“Give me a minute. I’m definitely coming. Just need a sec.” You and Ross try to stifle a giggle. 
“Sure thing Blondie.” 
Act 4 - The Powerful and The Powerless and The Person in Between
Finding a room was easier than it should have been. Ross had held your hand, pulling you through hallway after hallway. You’d accidentally walked in on two guys getting each other off in one of the far bathrooms, laughed your apologies and closed the door. There was a spare bedroom a few doors down. You both fell into it clawing at each other's clothes, drunk and desperate for release. Your wetness had spread to your thighs with the lack of underwear and the slick feeling was making you even more needy. 
“Need you,” it was breathless against his mouth, hands all over him. Untucking his shirt, clawing at his back, pulling the roots of his hair. 
“Gotta be patient Princess, wait for George.” The back of your legs hit the bed and Ross pushes you firmly down by your shoulders. The man is shirtless and panting, hair dishevelled from your needy hands. 
“I need to ask you something about him,” Ross is undoing his belt with one hand, his other is raking through his hair. 
“Mmhmm?” You lean forward to kiss his stomach and leave a trail of kisses to the waistband of his boxers. 
“Have you talked to him about doing this with me before tonight?” You palm his cock over his underwear, his trousers hanging loosely on his hips. 
“Maybe I made a joke once, snowballed from there. We’ve talked about it. Not the first time me and George… fuck baby,” you’d pulled him out of his boxers and starting steadily stroking, running your thumb over the slit and the aching head. 
“Keep going. Please… sir.” You lower your mouth to him, taking him in only a little. It’s a teasing move but it will get him to talk and when he does, you’ll give him more. A small reward when he gives you what you want.
“Before, us, we… shit, me and the boys, sometimes, other girls… oh fuck. We’d do it together. Mid twenties rockstars baby, gonna have a few threesomes.” You took him the whole way in before stopping and going back to your hand. His aching cock now covered in your saliva, making your hand movements much sloppier and the noises pornographic. 
“Why George?” 
“Got drunk. Was telling him… how, fuck, how good our sex was. Realised I was accidentally asking him if was up for it. Needed to see if you were.” He moves your hand to stop and bends forward to cup your cheek. “This is okay, yeah? Just making sure you want this?” You kiss him. 
“I want this. I want him”
He stands back up to his full height, his hand wandering down to the necklace he bought you. “You're wearing my name around your neck. So no matter who touches you or makes you cum sweetheart, you're coming back to me. Don’t forget.”
“I’m all yours,” his thumb is on your bottom lip. 
“Open up,” you open your mouth wide, head tipped back and he spits in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do. “There’s my good girl. Gonna fuck your face now Princess.”
He taps your cheek with his fingers to open your mouth again. One hand in your hair, and the other on his cock. You stick your tongue out, helping him guide his hardness in. Once you have him he moves both of his hands to the back of your head, creating a makeshift ponytail to be able to move your head easily. He thrusts into you slowly at first and you only take half of him in. He’s letting you get used to him, prepare yourself, your throat, for what he’s about to do. When he finally hits the back of your throat he stops, just feeling what it’s like to be completely wrapped in your mouth, you at his total mercy. You look up at him, drool falling out of your mouth and mascara running down your face from the eye-watering feeling of not being able to breathe normally. 
“George you just gonna watch or you wanna do something?” Ross’s voice is gravelly, strained almost. Your eyes widened at the mention of George’s name, Ross’s cock still down your throat. He pulls out slowly and you cough and pant for air when he’s gone. Two men now stood in front of you. 
“I’ve been watching mate. She’s a pretty thing, obedient.” George is touching your chin gently, trying to make his mind up over a decision you had yet to work out. 
“Obedient on a good day mate.” Something about the way they talked about you without including you, like you were a toy they couldn’t decide how to play with, made your mouth dry and your pussy soaking. More so than it had been.
“We're gonna look after you, so you’re gonna be good for us, yeah?” You nod. “Use your words. I'm here to hear those pretty noises, remember.”
“I’ll be good George.” 
“Strip.” It’s Ross’s command. You stand up and turn around, asking him to pull down the zipper on the back of your dress. He takes his time, savouring it, kissing each inch of skin that's exposed as the fabric falls from your flesh. You can feel the goosebumps along where the cool air is hitting you, they’re stronger where Ross’s mouth has been. When the dress drops to the floor, and you’re left completely naked having foregone a bra tonight, George lets out a low noise of appreciation. The only thing you’re wearing is the necklace with Ross’s name on it. Claiming you, reminding George you’re not his, not after this. You only get to do this together, because Ross said yes. The dark haired man whispers in your ear. 
“So beautiful Princess. Still okay?” your eyes flutter shut at Ross being so close to your neck and ear, sensitivity turned up to a thousand. When you open them again George is standing in front of you, half a smirk on his lips, challenging you to quit now. 
“Yeah I’m good.” George’s hand is on your waist, Ross’s on your arse. Between the two tall men you felt smaller than you already are. George leans in to kiss you, it’s softer than earlier. Not rushed. His bottom lip is between yours and you run your tongue along it making him hum. Ross’s erection is against your arse, his hands have gone wandering over your body, just feeling your soft skin, every crease and scar and stretch mark. Mapping you mentally for the hundredth and something time. His mouth on your neck makes you break away from George to breathe. 
This felt right. Until Ross stopped. 
“Get on the bed then. Gonna let George hear those pretty little noises like I promised him.” You scramble onto the bed, it’s not sexy but it’s unashamed. With your head on the pillows and your legs spread, you let your hand wander down your body, pinching your nipples on the way to your dripping cunt. Both of the boys shed their clothes, your underwear from earlier falling down with Georges. You half thought he would have moved them to his pocket, but the knowledge he didn’t, walked into this party, possibly talked to people, moved around the house, with you underwear still there, well that was fucking hot. 
He turns to Ross.
“Get why you kept her away now mate. Matty would have gone fucking feral if he thought he had half a shot.” Ross laughs at that. 
“Wasn’t actually my decision, but now that you mention it, I’m glad I’ve had her away from you two shits. Probs would have sent my good girl a little dumb if she thought she had all three of us readily available. Wouldn’t it, Gorgeous?” You don’t respond with words, you just let out a moan from the feeling of your own fingers and the ideas behind Ross’s words. 
“Think the thought alone might already have,” George is snarky with his response but it makes Ross chuckle. The two men are facing each other now, both naked and hard, and you’re watching them interact. It’s a wonder how you hadn’t seen it earlier. 
“Been a while,” Ross states. 
“Yeah you got a girlfriend,” no one corrected him. Ross’s hands just grab the man by the neck as he leans in to kiss him. When they do it’s aggressive. Like they’re both a little angry with each other, fighting to be in power. The noises that come out of George are masculine and rough, he’s more vocal than you expected. Ross’s hands grab George’s waist assertively, hard enough to leave bruises if it was you, George moans into his mouth again, his own hands coming up to the long hair of the other, raking his fingers over Ross’s scalp and pulling gently at his beard. Ross wins their kissing match when George gets to his knees. 
The blonde man strokes Ross’s cock as you watch, your fingers stopping their attack on your clit, too enthralled by the performance the two men are putting on. His head bobbing on Ross’s cock as the dark haired man throws his head back and shuts his eyes, letting a satisfied sigh out. His hands aren’t on George’s head, he doesnt take control of him the way he would you. He just lets George do what he pleases as long as it’s pleasing him. You watch George go down on your man, hungrily. You’ve never been jealous before when you and Ross have done this, you’re not even certain that is the feeling you have, but right now, your stomach flips watching them and you don’t know which man you would rather be. Would you rather Ross was standing in front of you, letting you pleasure him again, hands in your hair as he praises you, or George’s face buried between your thighs, that sinful tongue of his lapping at you till you come undone on his face. Maybe it is jealousy, but not in the way you’d expect. 
Ross has realised you’ve stopped touching yourself. He’s not happy about it, his face dropping into a playful frown. “Did anyone tell you to stop?” He pulls George off his cock with a light popping sound. George wipes the saliva from around his mouth. His own cock pressing against his stomach now. 
“No.”
“So keep going then.” 
“Doesn’t feel as good and I wanted to watch.” George starts to move around to the side of the bed. 
“Does the poor Princess need some help?” The blonde chides. Climbing onto the bed. “Ross, I think she needs some help. Think we should?” Ross moves to the other side of the mattress and gestures for you to move forward so he can sit behind you, legs either side of yours, your back to his chest. Breaths coming into sync. George is watching the pair of you. 
“I don’t know George. She’s not listened to instructions.” You feel Ross grab your shoulders. The callouses on his fingertips, and his rough palms, smoothing down your arms just past your elbow. He kisses the space between your neck and collarbone to distract you as he pins your arms behind your back. “No touching now gorgeous. Gonna let us do what we want?” 
“Yes. Please. Touch me.” 
“Good girl, stay good for us. Keep begging,” its come from George. Your arms aren’t painfully pinned behind your back by Ross, just enough that you can’t move. George reaches out to your inner thighs, stroking slowly, not looking at your face, just staring at your pussy and how wet it is. 
“Please George,” you’ve started squirming now, trying to move your hips to find some sort of friction to rut up against, needing something on your clit. When George lowers his head and you think you’re going to get something, he just blows a powerful but cold stream of air over you. You whimper at the almost-feeling. His hands resume teasing your thighs, the space where your legs and hips meet. Ross resumes lazily making out with your neck, sending pulses up to your brain of pleasure, your eyes roll back from the stimulation and you let your head rest against his chest. He lets your arms go. You don’t move them from where they were, it’s unspoken that you’re not allowed but you know. His hands are now playing with your breasts, pulling at your nipples and drawing moans from your mouth. It’s the only real touch you have whilst George is insistent on not doing anything with his fucking hands or mouth where you need him to. 
Until he does. 
It’s all at once, his tongue licks a broad stripe up through your folds. Licking and sucking up as much of your wetness as he possibly can. Groaning at the taste of you. He’s just as far gone as you are from the taste of you now and he’s slowly rocking his hips against the bed, desperate for friction on his cock. He might cum just from the way you’re moving and the little breathy moans of his name that are escaping you. 
“Fuck Ross you weren’t lying,” he came up for air, face glistening with your wetness. It was a beautiful sight, but he hadn’t made you come and you are so close. So you whimper and he dives back in. Ross strokes your hair and whispers praises into your ear as George works on your clit with his tongue. Varying between soft and hard strokes and sucking gently when you don’t expect it. He’s got a rhythm going and it’s mounting a pressure in your lower stomach. 
“You’re doing so good Baby. Gonna let George make you come? Gonna let him taste what it’s like? You’re so perfect. Look at you all fucked out. Such a good girl for us. My good girl,” his words are relentless in your ear. Only pausing when George does something that makes your hips buck or bury yourself further into Ross’s shoulder. 
George pushes two fingers into you, and they’re fast and relentless, he’s sucking and licking now at a frenzied speed and it’s going to tip you over the edge very very fast. Ross wraps his hand around your throat, cutting your air off. You always cum when you hold your breath and you do now too. It’s intense, your whole body shakes at the feeling, you know George can feel you pulsing around his fingers but he’s not stopped moving them. He slowed down for a minute, but now he’s getting faster again before you can even come down from your last one. He’s rubbing your clit with intensity and Ross’s choke that slacked is strong again. The pair of them working in tandem to make you come twice within minutes, seconds, of the last. You think you could black out when you do. Your juices are all over George and all over the sheets. He’s just admiring the messy artwork he’s made whilst Ross holds you, letting you move your arms so you can really hold his arms to your chest as he pulls you in tightly from behind. 
“I need you closer. I need to be full. Please Ross.” You’re crying. Good tears, overwhelmed tears but definitely good ones. You can feel them slide down your cheeks, hot and sweaty and a little sticky. 
“Okay Princess, but I need to move.” He climbs off the bed and jerks his head to George, telling him to hold you. So he does and you do. Laid on your sides George’s hard cock throbs against your stomach, his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest. 
“You’re okay. We’ve got you.” He whispers. Caring and sweet. He leans back to push the hair out of your face. “You’re beautiful when you cry like that,” and he kisses you. It’s lazy and messy and it tastes like you. When he lifts up your leg around his hip and angles so he can push inside you, you don’t stop him. You don’t want to. He’s filling you and it’s what you need. To feel close to someone like that right now. The groans you both make as he rocks his hips are animalistic. It’s still lazy and slow, he knows you're practically still in space, but at least you’re not on another planet anymore. You’re returning to yourself here, in this bed, with these two men.
George feels good inside you, full and deep and like he’s doing everything you need. Every so often the angle of his hips brushes against your clit and you see sparks behind your eyes. You’ve been able to hear Ross in the background, he was looking for a little bottle of lube he’d brought out with him, clearly one of you knew this was going to happen. He’s been watching as you cling on to his best friend. Full and panting and sweating. Crying again nearly. He’s almost jealous until you look at him over George’s shoulder and mouth “I love you” before calling his name. 
“Ross please. I want you too. I need you.” He’s behind you in the bed in an instant. Fingers and cock covered in slippery lube.
“I got you Princess. I’m here.” He kisses the back of your shoulder and the side of your face. It’s hard for you to twist with George still fucking you. “Mate, just stay still for a sec.” George stops, he’s sweating and you wipe it off with your hand before pressing a kiss to his nose. He’s buried deep inside you and the lack of movement means you can really feel him, he’s deeper now than he has been the entire time as you sit still on his cock. 
Ross’s fingers are at your arse, teasing you. This isn’t rare for you so there’s not much pain, just slight discomfort at first, but it feels so good. He stretches you out as you roll your hips and your pussy flutters, causing George to moan into your hair. When his fingers slip out, his hard cock replaces them, going slow. Both men inside of you is a lot. Toys don’t feel like this does. Nothing feels like this does. Ross is going slowly, letting you adjust with each little thrust of himself. When he finally bottoms out, between the pair of the boys, they find a rhythm to fuck you. It’s slow and intense and Ross controls you with his hands on your hips. George slips out a few times, he doesn’t complain, just slaps his cock against your clit and goes back to fucking you. 
You don’t know how long it’s been. At one point you moved so that George was underneath you, Ross stood behind you at the edge of the bed. It got frantic then. George calling you derogatory names after compliments and praises. 
“Pretty little cockslut.” “So beautiful that she’s this much of a fucking whore Ross.” “You’re such a good girl, letting us ruin you like this.”. 
Ross’s words are similar but more possessive. 
“Fucking you whilst you wear my name.” “Drive me crazy seeing George make you come like that.” “You like being a little whore for George babygirl?”
The words go straight to your brain, driving you faster into orgasm. You come undone once more between them and they follow shortly after. Both of them spilling into you as they fuck you delirious. You’ve never felt so full and then empty in your entire life. You’re crying again when they pull out one at a time. 
They both hold you for a while. You in the middle and the men on either side. Their arms over one anothers on your stomach. It’s comforting being so close to them both. Your eyes are starting to fall though, it's easy when you’re wrapped in their protective heat.
“We can’t fall asleep here. It’s not our house.” 
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
All three of you realise at the same time, this isn’t your room. These aren’t your sheets. You need to leave.
You dress slowly. Ross zips you up and you press a kiss to his lips. 
“If you want these back, you’ll have to come to the studio.” George pockets your underwear with a wink, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you in for one last kiss. “Treat my boy well.” He looks behind you to see Ross moving things around the room before leaning into your ear. “He won’t actually say it, but he wants to put a label on this, you do to I can tell. Stop being a fool.” He leans away, kisses the top of your head and announces his departure. You know he’s right. 
The house is emptying out, there’s a few people on the dancefloor but no one you recognise. You head outside with your hand in Ross’s to wait for a taxi. 
The cool breeze feels good against the bare skin of your arms. Ross has his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Before we get in this taxi, I’m gonna tell you now, you look beautiful, but also like you’ve just been thoroughly shagged by two blokes.” You knew it was true, when you’d gone to the bathroom you couldn’t be bothered fixing anything. You just cleaned yourself up and left. 
“I know,” you chuckle to him. There’s a few seconds of silence. “Ross?”
“Yeah baby?” His arms around your waist squeeze you.
“Will you call me your girlfriend from now on? As funny as ‘Ross’s Mrs. Not-Mrs’ is, I think I prefer ‘girlfriend’?” 
“Of course.”
“Can I call you my boyfriend?” You inwardly grimace at the awkwardness of your words, slightly nauseous at how childlike and teenage it is to even say.
“I’d really like that.” The kiss he leaves on your shoulder is tender and soft and full of love. 
“Ross?”
“Yeah?” 
You take a deep breath. “I’m in love with you.” The sky is clear tonight and out in the countryside you can see the stars.
“Good. I’m in love with you too.” 
“I’m sorry it took me so long.” 
“I’m not.”
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hello! i hope you're having a nice day 💕
also, i just fell in love w the way you write, and was wondering if i can request for an specific scenario!! you and jake are friends and have feelings for each other but no one confesses until you end up hooking up at a party 🤨 i thought abt this the whole day but i just know you're gonna write it better! please, and thank you 💗
⋇⊶⊰ BOUND TO HAPPEN ⊱⊷⋇
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pairing: crush!jake x fem!reader
genre: smut
summary: a dull college party brings you and your crush closer than ever before. if you cum, you agree to be his girlfriend.
warnings: mentions of alcohol, pet names, oral (receiving), squirt, dom!jake, 2.3k words
a/n: thank u so much for your compliments and for your request <3 i don’t really go to parties so i’m not sure it’s tooooo realistic/accurate, im sorry!!
“i think i just saw jake and his friends walk up your driveway,” you frantically patted at your friends’ arms, waiting, rather impatiently, for one of them to admit that they invited him without telling you.
“it’s cool, y/n, i invited jay and you know that they can’t be separated,” raya’s hand found yours as she spoke. she gave it a tight squeeze before dropping it as three boys walked straight into her kitchen.
“hey, where’s the party at?” one of jay’s friends asked, placing a crate of beer onto the counter. “where is everyone?”
“i said 10,” raya replied, “but who actually arrives at 10?”
“true,” jay responded, continuing the conversation by asking about who he was expecting to see here.
you couldn’t make out any names, all your focus was on the boy to his right. jake. he gave you a friendly smile and a slight wave, one that beckoned you over to him. you grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter on your way over to him and extended it towards him. he took it with a “thank you,” before grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and opening the cap. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in so long,” he joked, knowing you’d shared a lecture together that morning.
“ugh so stressed, there’s this one guy in my class, he’s so annoying!” you snarked back, “jake, i think his name is.”
“nah, i heard he’s super smart and hot, a distraction if anything,” he took a swing of his beer. you mimicked, taking a sip of your drink too. “fuck, what is this shit, tastes rancid!” he pulls it away from his face to read the label, “0%, who brought alcohol free beer to a party?” his eyes landed on the friend of jay’s that had come in shouting, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. “i genuinely have no idea who that guy is, and i don’t think jay does either,” he laughed, whispering closely into your ear. your hand gripped his arm naturally as he spoke, you were barely able to concentrate on what he said, knowing he was so close to you right now.
“you seriously don’t know him?” you snapped your head around to get another look at the guy, “shouldn’t we like, tell him to leave?”
“nah, no point, looks like he’s already found someone to defend him,” he points over towards the guy again, whose tongue is down raya’s throat.
it’s midnight. the downstairs of raya’s house is full of people, mostly students from your college but some you don’t even recognise. over the last two hours, you realised that the guy who came in with jay and jake was actually the dj that raya had been sleeping with for the past month. he was loud and obnoxiously extroverted, and worst of all, pretty bad at djing.
a hand on the small of your back took you away from the conversation you were having with some people you knew from campus. “we’re playing truth or dare,” jay explained, guiding you to the kitchen, where, thankfully, the music was quieter.
“nah, not really for me,” you replied, turning back on yourself, when you noticed jake. “oh, are you playing?” you asked him, ready to change your mind.
“are you?” he asked back.
“no, she’s being boring!” jay answered for you, leaving you with nothing more to add than an awkward smile.
instead of barging back in on the conversation you were just having with your other friends, you headed to the bathroom upstairs. jake followed quietly. as you went to shut the door, jake slipped into the bathroom with you, only realising once he was actually in the room with you that you probably came in here to use the toilet.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t think this was the uh-” he stuttered his way through the sentence, trying to shut and cover his eyes for no reason.
“no it’s okay i didn’t come in here to,” you coughed in place of the word, “i’m just here to get away from that lot,” you pointed to the floor.
“honestly,” his hand scratched at the back of his head, “i’m kinda bored of this party.”
“me too,” you responded, a little too excitedly as if this was a groundbreaking opinion that you had in common. “shall we go to raya’s room and talk for a bit? or just sit on our phones without being pestered to play some stupid drinking game?”
“yeah, i actually need to tell you something anyway,” he agreed with a shy smile, shuffling into the smallest space possible to let you unlock the door and lead the way, “she won’t mind, right?”
“no, she’s cool with whatever,” you shrug, twisting the door handle and walking into the disaster she calls a room. “don’t mind the mess, 3 girls had to get changed in here earlier!” you explain, as if he’d understand. you propped yourself against her headboard and threw all of the random clothes into the floor. you scurried your feet under the blanket folded at the end of her bed. he joined you after taking off his jacket, resting his head on her pillow, his hands clasped together on his torso. “what did you need to tell me?” you rolled onto your side, your hand sandwiched between your cheek and a pillow.
“oh,” he rolled over to face you, “that guy, leo, he’s the dj.”
your heart sank as he told you, you were kind of hoping for more, and it was definitely clear on your face.
“and also that you look pretty tonight,” he smiled, his hand at your hip, “you always look pretty in fact, i think about how pretty you are all the time.”
you hide your face by burying it into the pillow, “i thought those beers were 0%?”
“i’m being serious y/n,” he clarifies.
you look back at him again. his eyes are filled with sincerity, but it’s hard for you to remain focused on them when your eyes keep falling to his lips. you reassured yourself that it was okay, his eyes were doing the same.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand from your hip in favour of tucking a strand of your straightened hair behind your ear.
as he leaned closer, you felt his thumb graze over your lobe a few times. “please,” you whispered.
it seemed to take forever for your lips to finally come together, but when they did, it was everything you’d imagined it to be. he took your bottom lip between his own, enclosing his lips around it more harshly with each kiss. it wasn’t long before your tongues vied to enter the other’s mouth. in the meantime, jake had managed to steady himself on his elbow, soon on top of you, between your legs. you were experienced enough to know exactly where this was going, but that wasn’t what you wanted from this, so you pulled away for a moment.
“jake,” you started, snapping him out of the trance you’d put him in, “i really like you, you know that right?” your hands squeezed as his upper arms.
he melted under your touch. “i do now,” he laughed, “and i really like you too, don’t worry.”
“so, i don’t want this to just be,” you motioned to either side of you both, “just whatever this is.”
“it’s not,” he chuckled before leaning in to give you a small gentle kiss on your lips. another shortly followed, and then a longer one at the corner of your mouth. you played with his hair between your fingers. “baby, you’re already mine,” he commented, kissing your collarbone while tugging at the chest area of your shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. you managed to drop the straps of the top, shaking them off of your arms as jake eagerly tugged at your shirt some more, leaving it be at the middle of your tummy. his kisses trailed over your chest, down to the button on your jeans. “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kneels between your legs as he tussles with the denim waistband of his own jeans while you do the same. you undo yours before him and wait for him to take them off for you, which he does along with your panties before even doing his own.
it’s almost as if he forgets to take off his jeans, as he shuffles down the bed with his thumb slowly circling your clit. he replaces his thumb with his plump lips, pressing a small, light kiss against it while your legs try to close in on him. he pulls away, his middle finger lapping your pussy before he gently pushes it in. “if i make you cum tonight, will you be my girlfriend?” his smile is cheeky, but you know jake well enough to know that it’s genuine.
your lips struggle to stay shut as you nod, trying your hardest not to moan under his touch already.
his head ducks again, “good,” he smiles against your clit. his tongue fights the hood of your clit, easily finding the most sensitive part of your body in a matter of seconds. your hand pushes his head further onto you as his tongue works your clit and his fingers curl inside you. you’re not sure when he added another finger, but you’re enjoying it too much to care.
“fuck, jake,” your legs close a little more around his head as you feel a trickle, or maybe a stream, of water run out of you.
“did you just squirt for me, baby?” he looks up at you while biting his lower lip.
“i think,” you laugh awkwardly, “i’ve never done that before!”
“fuck that’s so hot,” his fingers curl inside you one last time before he pulls them out. they’re dripping wet, as you expected. “suck on them princess, make them clean,” he commands. you take the two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and trying to take more of their length as you would his cock. while you’re sucking on his fingers, jake manages to unbutton his pants to reveal his dick. he pumps it in his hands a few times while removing his jeans before tapping it against your clit.
“do you,” you pause as he hits it against your clit one more time, causing you to shake in pleasure, “do you have a condom?”
he scrambles off the bed, reaching inside his jacket pocket which he threw to the ground and pulling out a small silver tin filled with condoms. he singled one out and opened it up, rolling it onto his dick with the most adorable concentration face. he climbs back into the bed, his hands coming to your sides to flip you over and help you onto all fours in front of him. you back up, your ass against his hard dick, which is enough for jake to know you want it just as much as he does.
with his hand at the base of his cock, he pushes it into you gently, letting you take it all and get used to his girth.
“should i move?” he asks, almost as if he feels guilty for his size.
you hum, it’s the only thing you can do while he’s inside of you, you realise.
he pulls his dick out and pushes it back in again, soon building up to a pace that suits you both. his hand has found your hair, he’s bunched it together and pulled it all back, using it to keep his balance as he fucks you. you help him keep his rhythm, throwing your ass back against him until he stops abruptly.
“turn over, baby, i miss that beautiful face of yours,” he taps your ass as he pulls out of you. a little short of breath, he relaxes back against his heels while you turn over. your hand finds your clit, rubbing it for him to watch. “is that how you like it?” he asks, mentally taking notes. he takes your hand away and places it near to your face, as if he’s asking you to suck on your fingers. he gets to his knees once again and lines himself up with your pussy. his dick misses a few times, which makes him a little mad at himself. you think it’s cute. he finally gets it in with a groan, “shit, you feel so good,” he compliments, leaning on his hand above your head. his lips find your forehead. he places a gentle kiss against it while whispering, “you look so good under me,” before allowing himself to sit upright again. his pace matches the pace he set before, but this time he added rubbing your clit into the equation, just as you showed him only moments ago.
“jake,” your hand rested on his chest while the other gripped at the sheet beneath you, “i’m cumming,” you moaned and winced, your pussy throbbing around him. you felt so vulnerable in that moment, but you knew you were safe with jake.
“you’re such a good girl,” his came close to your face again, taking your lips between his own and then pulling away as the pulsating became less intense around his dick. he began to fuck you again, but a lot sloppier and with more groans than before. he soon pulled out, pulling off the condom and wobbling and kneeling to the side of you in urgency before spraying your tits with his cum. you took your finger to your chest, scraping up what you could before dripping it into your mouth and sucking the rest off your fingers. jake pulled up his boxers and ran to the bathroom you were in earlier that night to grab a towel, the bathroom bin going with a loud clang as he disposed of the condom. he came back and patted your chest with the towel, your face too, all while laughing to himself.
“what’s funny?” you asked, searching for your own underwear with your hand.
“nothing,” he carried on, chuckling away, “you’re just really cute.” you smiled to yourself, sorting out your rolled up shirt with your other hand to cover your chest again. jake tried to help, but unfortunately the only time he can keep his lips off of yours is to kiss your neck, or mumble against it. “even cuter now that you're my girlfriend.”
“guys, why are you in my-” raya covers her eyes as soon as she notices jake is only in his boxers, “not my best sheets, y/n,” she comments with a cry, before shutting the door, leaving the pair of you to laugh about almost getting caught.
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shogehika · 1 year
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Platonic Shota Aizawa HCS + (Shōta Aizawa
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➸ CWS - PLATONIC, SHŌTA AIZAWA, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF SCOLDING, DADZAWA
➸ SYPNOSIS - Platonic Shota HCS but i'm feeling nice today so no yandere.
➸ NOTE - For some reason you guys seem to like headcanons the most so i'll straighten myself up and make more of that, but otherwise you can come with reccommendations, i've already gotten a few. (Which i've been working on, so no i have not ignored you.)
➸ - BY CLICKING "READ MORE" YOU AGREE TO THE FOLLOWING CWS.-
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I - You're one of his students, presumably.
II - If you're one of the nice and tolerant children, he may pay better attention to you in a more, respectable and kind-ish way.
III - If you ever managed to break through his layers of comfort, you might actually be able to form casual conversations with him!
IV - Look, if you don't like cats, you two are gonna have a big problem.
V - It's not that he hates dogs and other housepets, its just that, cats fits his type of nature. A lazy animal thats fluffy and doesn't really do anything other than eat and sleep.
VI - I can imagine him naming his cat Sushi or something in that direction.
VII - If you like cats, tea and sleep, and don't interfere in his classes, you're gonna be his favourite child no doubt.
VIII - He's not particurlarly affectionate in a platonic way, but you may catch him giving small headpats or pats to the shoulder.
IX - He's not the best comforter, but he'll gladly listen and reassure you.
X - Since you are one of his students, he'll go to ANY length to protect you and the rest of 1-A, even if you're a problem child.
XI - If you ever get hurt badly on work study and he finds out, prepare for the scolding of a lifetime.
XII - He doesn't like it when people risk their lives for his, it angers him. Like why would you risk your life for him?
XIII - And if you even ever attempted and got badly hurt too, he will be blaming you. He's a pro hero afterall, he knows how to dodge. So you taking hits for him is unnecessary.
XIV - If you're a problem child, he will pay a lot more attention to you. But, it will not always be the kind-natured attention.
XV - He lovess giving headpats. It's not even something he realizes, he just does it. Doesn't matter how problematic of a child you are.
XVI - Strict. Even though he appreciates your effort if you're a highly working student, if he says only five-hundred words on a document, you better follow it.
XVII - Has like two polar opposite sides, if you're closer to him, you'll see his much more nicer side.
XVIII - But in public he remains his quiet, stern and scolding tone.
XIX - He probably kind of sounds and acts like a dad to some of his students.
XX - So if you ever got specifically close to him, you might see yourself going to him when you're having personal problems.
XXI - Shōta actually wouldn't mind it. He'd be somewhat happen that you trust him so much.
XXII - Definitely had a joke conversation with Hizashi about adopting everyone in 1-A.
XXIII - Overprotectiveness is definitely a trait that clings to Shōta, no matter what. I feel like he wouldn't express it, but he'd definitely think and be like it.
XXIV - Sometimes Shōta can be a little bit careless. Like for example if you were tired and slept in class.
XXV - He wouldn't even wake you up. He'd just think 'oh they're tired.' And then wait in the classroom, even after recess to make sure you wake up.
XXVI - Don't worry, he knows how annoying it is to be woken from sleep.
XXVII - If you're a person who would easily get hurt on missions, he'd definitely be more strict and observant with you.
XXVIII - You should probably expect a lot of scolding from him.
XXIX - Shōta is a lot around with Hizashi, so if you're particularly known to him, you'd definitely get to know Hizashi as well.
XXX - Once you accidently called him "dad" and he completely broke down for like 5 seconds, trying to process what happened.
XXXI - But then you started apologizing frantically saying it was an accident. He just shrugged and left, but in reality he was actually on cloud nine.
XXXII - Compliments don't work on Shōta. You found out quickly when you thought he had a bad day and you tried to cheer him up.
XXXIII - One funny headcanon is that, nobody can seem to understand how Shōta's name is spelled and the fact its so close to Shoto's. I think he'd sigh in annoyance everytime he read an article with his name on it, or a file.
XXXIV - Once you had a conversation with Izuku and you spoke about Shōta and then he went like. "Shoto? I didn't know he acted like that." And then you stood dumbfounded for 10 seconds because nobody can ever get the difference.
XXXV - Shōta funny enough actually enjoys your company or if you come to him for comfort.
XXXVI - Overall, platonic Shōta Aizawa is a very pleasant person<3
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twisted-lover-boys · 6 months
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welcome back!! Me again with the Cyno male reader x twisted wonderland but this time with vice dorm leaders!! Thank you so much so doing the last one :)))
Cyno-like reader pt.2
{not proof-read}
MY GENSHIN MAIN LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO
Also, I hope you know, the name that I had for this draft in my notes was (for a time) Cyno - electric boogaloo. No joke.
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Trey has met a lot of unique people in his life but you seemingly took the cake. You gave off an intimidating aura, unapproachable even. He was sure you’d end up being a problem
But as he was making his normal school rounds, he ended up seeing you in the library. You were looking through ancient-looking textbooks, like you were trying to find a specific one
He would’ve let you be if not for the fact that you literally called him out. Now that was impressive, spotting him from across the library. Well, no use hiding now
When he apologized for snooping, he didn’t expect you to throw out a bad joke in response. Oh well, so when he asked you what you were doing in the library, you started talking about your life in your world and your “akademiya days”
It didn’t take long for Trey to lose track of time as he listened to your story. You explained how your “magic” was just a vision gifted by the gods and that you were a general
When it was time to continue with classes, you bid the vice dorm head a farewell as you walked to your next class. As Trey said goodbye, he didn’t miss the growing warmth in his cheeks. Oh dear, did he just get a crush?
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Ruggie grew up in the slums his entire life so he learned how to make powerful connections. You were no different. With your powerful and scary aura, he was sure you’d make a good ally
As he followed you over to the library to, hopefully, get some info to use against you but he only saw you going through old magic history textbooks. What was he supposed to do with that?
Just as he was about to leave, thinking he didn’t find anything useful, you suddenly called out his name. That caused him to jump. How in the world did you see him from that far off?! That’s both cool and scary! Well, if he left now, he’d ruin his chance get close to you
He was courteous, apologizing for snooping but that act dropped quickly when you just told a joke. It wasn’t even that funny. Anyways, when he asked you what you were doing, you started talking about your old world and your “akademiya days” and how this one differs in comparison. That’s something he could use
So he decided to listen to your stories from your old world, growing increasingly more curious about your life. How your magic was just a gift from Celestia and how you were a literal general in your homeland
Ruggie was a little saddened when the ball rang for the next change of classes and you had to leave. As you bid each other farewell, the hyena couldn’t help but think back to you in a more fond way than before. Wait…did he have a crush?!!
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Jade knew you would be an interesting figure from the start. You had a scary yet powerful aura to you. There was no was he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on you, if not for his own gain
So when Azul said he wanted to try and get you under his fingers, he had a reason to learn more about you. He wasn’t interested in gathering info as much as just observing you, which is why he followed you to the library to see what you’d do. Turns out you were just going through history books
As he was about to leave and find a suitable place to wait for your leave, you had called out to him. Oho?~ Interesting. You were able to see him from that far away? Most impressive
Wanting to make a good first impression, be introduced himself and apologized for his snooping, to which you replied with a joke to. Now that caused a chuckle. When he asked what you were going through history book for, he was introduced to the concept of your old world, your “akademiya days”, and his this one differs from yours
You both ended up talking non-stop about your world and all the differences it had. How your magic was just a gift from the gods called a “vision” and how you were a general in your time
Jade was saddened that he had to bid you well so soon when the bell rang for the new classes, but the thought of your jokes and rambling nature kept him company. Oh dear, it seems he caught a crush
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Jamil had always been wary of people who possessed powerful auras and you were no different. You were scary yet powerful and he knew he should keep an eye on you. For his and Kalim’s sake
So when he stumbled upon you reading history books in the library, he couldn’t help but feed his curiosity even though he knew it was probably a bad decision
He was about to leave and go about his day, you immediately called out his name. That gave him a scare. How in Twisted Wonderland did you spot him from across the big ass library!? It’d be a bad decision if he just ran off now
As he walked up, he apologized about snooping, saying he didn’t have malicious intent to which you bounced off with a joke. Okay…? But when he asked why you were looking through history books, you suddenly exploded with info about your old world and your “akademiya days”. Well, he wasn’t opposed to learning more about you
So you both sat down in the library and talked for hours on end about your world. About you your vision, your magic, was a gift from Celestia and how you were a literal general for your line of work. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all
As you both bid each other adieu and left for your respective classes, Jamil couldn’t help the fact that his mind always wandered back to you and your starry-eyed look as you talked. There’s no way he wasn’t developing a crush
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Rook always found incoming students interesting but you were on a whole new level. You had a dark and scary aura and you reeked of physical prowess. He absolutely wanted to know more about you
He made sure to be careful around you so that he didn’t give himself away or upset you. That’s how he found himself watching your read a few history books from the library
When he was about to leave and collect his thoughts on you, you suddenly called him out. Oh my! How did you see him from so far away? Now you really piqued his interest!
Of course, he apologized as snooping on you wasn’t his intent but he joyfully laughed when you told him a really bad joke in response. But when he asked why you were going through history books, you started talking about your old world and your “akademiya days” which the huntsman really wanted to hear about
So you talked. About how you got your vision from a trial and how it was a gift from the gods themselves and how you ended up becoming general and what that job entailed you to do. To say he was interested would be an understatement
Rook was saddened to say goodbye so soon but he understood that classes were important to you. As he continued about his day, he kept thinking back to you and the unique “beauty” you showed him. He knew he was developing a crush and he was absolutely fine with it
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Lilia has met many people through his life but you were something new. Your scary yet powerful aura reminded him of his old war days so he couldn’t help but feel some interest in you
So when he found you going through old history books in the library while he was on his way back to his dorm, his interest in you grew. He wondered why you were going through them, especially ones that were especially old
Just as he was about to leave you be, you suddenly called him out. Now this was interesting, you actually noticed him from across the library. Seems you were more perceptive than he initially thought
As he approached you, he apologized since his intention wasn’t to spy on you but he let out a soft chuckle when you told a joke in response. When he asked why you were going through old history books, you suddenly bursted with information about your world and your “akademiya days”
The bat fae couldn’t help but sit down and listen to you talk about your world while providing his own stories of his general days. Not only were you also a general, but your magic was given to you by the gods and a gift for completing a set of trials. You honestly amazed him
As you both bid your farewells to each other, promising to meet again, Lilia couldn’t help but wander back to you. Your starry-eyed look, your super bad dad jokes, and the genuine interest you held for his own stories…guess he isn’t too old to develop crushes after all
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whenever talk about level of autism (1/2/3) and support need labels (low/mid/high), see bunch people say how they don’t like levels because can’t be described by single number or single word, and how if someone want know what they need help with, just ask, disabled people know their needs!
by all means, allowed feel this way for self! this post not way say you must like autism levels or support need labels for self.
and yes! ableism & infantization like assume all disabled people not able know self, so it sensitive topic for many, and true that many disabled people do know own self & needs & disability & limits.
but do notice pattern: often, people who say this, more likely comparatively less language & communication struggle, comparatively less intellectual & cognitive struggle, and able be somewhat independent—people who can know and explain their needs in timely manner—which become problem when they go beyond talk about self and try speak for all autistic (or I/DD, or disabled) people. become problem when say “levels/support needs labels useless and gloss over details and ableist, just ask disabled people themselves we can answer for self.”
(human experience complex. no one number/word/phrase/label can perfectly explain all experience. this include levels, support needs, but also diagnoses like autism.)
here only some! reasons why some autistic people cannot explain struggle & what need help with, why need quick short easy remember word like autism level & support needs labels & severity (but other I/DD may feel similar, but wide and am not entire know don’t want generalize. people with dementia and similar may also feel similar) :
1. cannot communicate all
autism impact social communication ability. may not able explain all complex need and how exactly help. may not have language and word for all. may only able say few words. may only able know few words. may not have functional communication. may not have any word communication.
2. cognitive struggle, cannot remember all, cannot understand all
may be too often confused or overwhelm or brain not clear to explain. may not able know what specific need help with, just “need help.” maybe not remember all thing need help with. may not remember need explain. may not able understand need help. may not understand need explain need help.
3. too much, or take too long explain, too private for random internet, but need something
“level 3” “high support need” may not tell you what exactly need, but definitely tell you “will need a LOT more help than most people, need especially watch out for.” because “autism” not specific enough.
mid/high support need, level 2/3, moderate/severe, often struggle with so much and need help on so much, even if able perfect communicate & cognitive, actual explain can take very long, even hours or more and only touch basic. many half joke about name what don’t need help with faster.
during time sensitive emergencies, or “you don’t need all my medical info but you need know” situations, or “no time/space need be short & sweet summary” situations: ambulance, medical ID, lanyard, ER, quick medical intake paperwork, be/about be called police on, be see as suspicious / act “weird.” all no time/space/ability say anything more than few words.
even outside that. it personal medical info. some don’t want name all. for some, say all bring out many emotions and trauma, like embarrassed or ashamed or hopeless.
why do you say autistic instead list all autism symptoms everytime? same reason why many people use & need autism levels and support needs labels.
4. specific for so called “outdated” autism severity: not all able change language. not all want change language. not everywhere have levels. for some, severity most accurate describe how autism symptoms impact.
so, no, not all autistic people, not all disabled people able know & explain self! not all able answer for self! some may only able use quick summary words like autism levels & support needs & severity, some none at all. some need others help explain, some need lanyard or other visual ID for everyone see explanation because we autism visible and everyone already see.
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"Let's Trick or Treat!" Raph x Fem!Reader Halloween Short
Inspired by these prompts.
If this gets enough love, I may do a part 2 :P
UPDATE: part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Dialogue: “I love you; I swear I do, but we're not wearing matching costumes”
Action/scene: “putting an inordinate amount of effort into planning their costume”
Tags: Raph x fem!reader, Bayverse Raph, begging, dress up, SFW (mostly), mentions of dirty thoughts, some swearing but only a little
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"I love you, babe, I swear I do," the red terrapin professes, "but we are not wearing matching costumes for Halloween."
"Awww, but Raphhhh," you whine, dragging out his name in hopes that your overly proud and 'too-cool' boyfriend would change his mind if you begged enough.
"Please, please, please, Raph! It would be so much fun! We can go trick-or-treating and watch a scary movie while we eat our candy!"
"Babe, don't take this the wrong way but," he says, raising a hand to make you stop before you get any more ideas. Though, he assumes you already have, "did you hit your head or something? I'm a near 7-foot-tall talking ninja turtle. People are most definitely gonna be able to tell that my skin is not a freakin' costume. I would be exposing myself to the world and jeopardising my advantage as a ninja!"
You cross your arms over your chest and puff your cheeks. You had been dating this tall humanoid turtle for several weeks now after having just met him by accident when you were trying to use a telescope to find stars while on the rooftop of your apartment complex. It certainly hadn’t been 'love at first sight' or anything, but your chance encounter with him left you mystified and wanting to know more about him. What started out as casual visits, whereby he remained standoffish towards you, quickly developed into a mutual friendship, and then of course, a close relationship. If there's one thing you've learnt about him in that time, it's that he has an ironclad will and a stubbornness that was unmatched by any bull or ass. 
Except, however, when it came to you.
You, with your pleading eyes and pouty cheeks, and that needy voice you put on just for moments like this when you wanted to get your way. And it worked. Every. Single. Time. There was no way you were going to drop this, especially when it meant getting the chance to finally enjoy a date with him above ground that didn’t involve hiding from the eyes of society.
You even had the perfect costume planned.
"Please, Raphie," you say, clasping your hands together as if praying he would change his mind. Even though you're already anticipating he will, just as he had every other time you asked for something with this much effort. 
"You don't even need to get dressed up, really. It's more so that I'll be the one dressing up and we'll just happen to match!"
He looks at you and practically cringes at what he's envisioned.
"No… you don't mean…"
Oh, but you do mean it. And to prove you're not joking, you take your scaly boyfriend by the arm and begin dragging him down the hallway to your bedroom.
"Wait here!" You instruct him excitedly, and quickly close the door to your bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the hallway with nothing but his thoughts to occupy.
You waste no time getting changed into the costume pieces you had prepared and fumble around the room a bit, nearly falling over as you try to get on the special shoes you bought just for this outfit. You apply some make-up, because even though he’s waiting on the other side of the door patiently, your look just isn’t complete with this specific touch of colour.
Finally, your look is complete.
"Alright, I'm ready!" You chime excitedly.
You open the door.
"What do you think?" You say playfully, doing a little spin to show off all sides of your costume.
You wear a green, skin tight one piece with a halterneck and high rise cut outs that elongate your short legs. On your back is a small foam turtle shell that's just big enough to cover your upper back but sits just high enough to show off the way your one piece clings so nicely to your butt. Your legs are exposed, or at least Raphael thought they were, until he noticed you were wearing sheer stockings that shimmered slightly under the light of your bedroom, and knee pads that matched the black elbow pads on your arms. On your feet were what looked to be tabi - ninja shoes. Lastly, he noticed the beautiful, yet subtle, eye makeup you had decorated your eyelids with; a matte red base with red shimmer in the inner corners of your eyes..
"I…" 
"See? Isn't it cute?" You beam, still pivoting nervously while your boyfriend is taking in and processing your costume. "I worked so hard to try and come up with something that would look good but still kind of resemble you so we could match! I thought about going with a different eyeshadow colour but everything I tried didn't go as well with the green. And I couldn’t choose blue, orange, or purple because then I’d look like I was trying to be one of your brothers."
You stop pivoting for a moment and look up at the red terrapin through your lashes as your voice is suddenly derived of all that childlike energy and comes out sounding more mature now.
"I mean… red is also my favourite colour after all."
There is a long moment of silence.
You feel uneasy.
"Raph...?"
Another moment of silence but you swear you heard him gulp nervously. 
Not a good sign.
Finally, he says, "it looks… interesting."
Interesting? Interesting?
What was that supposed to mean!?
“Is that… you don’t like it?” You ask, feeling foolish for having been so excited.
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You had just slammed the door shut and left him standing alone in the hallway of your apartment.
One by one, the images are rushing through Raphael's head at what cringy shit you've put together, assuming your costume is the thing that he thinks you're implying you want to wear. He could not bear the thought of having to walk around in public next to you dressed in a tacky costume that attempted to look anything like he did.
You did, after all, imply that it would look like him that is.
And in no universe could his mind conjure anything remotely appealing.
Why can't she just dress as a sexy nurse or something? He thought. Then again, even he hadn't had the pleasure yet of seeing you dolled up or purposely trying to look sexy. He hadn’t even gotten past first base with you. There was no way he would let you leave the house and go out door to door for a bunch of strange men to ogle at you in such a provocative costume.
Maybe being a dorky turtle wasn't so bad after all.
He smiles softly, anticipating what he assumes is about to be your wholesome attempt to mimic his appearance, all for the sake of some halloween date.
She’s probably got some turtle onesie or one of those shell pillows or something, he thinks, remembering that he had seen ads for those things on your instagram feed not too long ago. 
You open the door.
His jaw practically hits the floor when he sees you, and takes a moment to rub his eyes to make sure his brain isn't making him see things instead. He completely expected you to be standing there in some blow-up turtle suit, or maybe even a ninja costume, he wasn’t completely sure. 
But he was sure that he was not expecting this.
He can barely register the excited things you are saying, as he’s too focused on your damn costume.
The costume that shows more skin than you have ever been willing to show ever - at least in front of him. The halter neckline that plunges deep down your torso, exposing your cleavage, back, and shoulders in a deliciously tempting display of sensuality. He’s mesmerised by your slender legs beneath those sheer tights, and by the way your ass is barely covered by the material at the back of your onepiece. The cute little shell on your back is so out of place to the maturity of the rest of the ensemble, but something about the balance between sexy and innocent is doing things to him.
His mind begins to wander into uncharted territory, imagining - what David Attenborough might call - bumping shells with you.
"Raph...?"
Hearing you say his name all but rips him from the clouds where his head was, and body slams him back down into his physical being. He realises that you've been standing still for a while now, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
He swallows hard.
"It looks… interesting."
That wasn’t exactly the word he wanted to use. 
But considering your relationship was still so fresh and so pure, he didn’t exactly feel comfortable saying you looked down-right fuckable dressed like a slutty little turtle.
“Is that… you don’t like it?” you say.
“What? No- I mean… yes?” He really wasn’t sure what to say.
Did he like it? 
Fuck yes, he did. He liked it a lot.
Did he want you walking around the streets at night for the whole damn city to see? 
Fuck no, no he did not.
Just then, tears begin to well in your eyes, and before he can take back his words and ease your worry by explaining himself, you slam the door back in his face and burst into tears. 
“Raphael, you jerk!” You yell from behind the door.
Ah, shit.
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