#I’m so fucking tired of looking out for others when no one affords me the same grace

[ohnoheckinsoh]

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#I’m so fucking tired of looking out for others when no one affords me the same grace #I’m so fucking tired of having to constantly prove myself to others that I am worth their time #I’m so tired of being treated as disposable that my presence or lack thereof makes no difference to them #I’m just so fucking tired #personal #don’t mind me #just move along

[thesturniolos]

guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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[kil-g]

surprise

a/n: i got too sad after writing that last thing and needed to do something silly

summary: there's a new member of the household and you have to convince simon to like them.

g!n reader; civvy!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: simon being mean to a dog :(

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“Hey, I’m…uh—I’m on my way home.”

“Oh!” You say. 

There’s a certain exasperation to your voice that makes him think that you’re somewhere that isn’t the house. He puts his phone down in the cupholder and places both of his hands on the wheel of the car.

“In an hour.”

“An hour?”

“An hour.”

“Could you fuck off somewhere and maybe make it, like an hour and a half?”

“I’d like to go home.”

“I know, yes. I know. It’s just that I have this whole thing planned and I need an extra thirty minutes. You’d be doing me a pretty big solid if you fucked off for a little bit longer.” 

“I’m tired and I’m hungry. I’m not gonna fuck off.”

“What, are we making this a race?”

“You can race. I’m going home.”

“Okay, we’re gonna race.” You say, halfway through laughter. 

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” He says.

“Well, I love you and I need you to suck it up because it’s a pretty cool surprise.”

Simon blinks, keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he sighs and says, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I see you first!” You reply, this time a little out of breath. 

“I’m not racing you.”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Goodbye.”

“Love you!” 

The line dies out.

Part of him wants to be annoyed. Surprises weren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He especially did not like such a surprise that would keep him from coming home after a very long month of trying not to die in a violent, fiery explosion. And, he deeply, desperately wanted to lie down in a bed with an actual mattress, real pillows, and clean blankets.

But, for the life of him, he could not think of anything more unbearable than the thought of letting you down.

It was almost laughable. Simon is first and foremost a soldier. And, when you’re a soldier first before anything else, like a friend, companion, romantic partner, let downs were par for the course. A birthday, an anniversary. Celebrating a promotion or any other achievement of the like. Those didn’t even come secondary or even tertiary on the line of things that needed to be cared about. 

And, the worst part, is that you tolerated it. Sure, there was a certain disappointment to a missed call or text. Despite that, you loved him with a stability that he couldn’t possibly be more grateful for. It made him feel almost normal. Normalcy was a luxury someone like him couldn’t typically afford.

So, before he pulls his car into the driveway, Simon mentally prepares himself to be open-minded. Whatever the surprise was, he would do his best to actually try and enjoy it. That is until he unlocked the front door to the house and stepped in, only to be greeted with the sight of a dog sitting up, barking at him from within a metal crate.

She was clearly still a pup. Her paws are far too big for the size that she currently was. And, the more clear it is that Simon was no threat to her, the more she cries to be let out. Though, Simon makes no move to do any such thing. Instead, he sits on the couch and looks back at her until eventually, she stops making noise all together and resolves herself to sit quietly. Each time Simon accidentally catches her eye, her tail wags, bumping against the floor of her crate softly.

This goes on for about twenty more minutes before a key turns in the door knob once again. You step through, carrying bags of groceries.

“Sweetheart.”

“Can you help me with these?” You say.

Simon gets up, takes bags out of your hands and walks them into the kitchen. “Why is there a dog in the house?”

You lean down to lift the latch off of the door and the dog comes barreling out. “You couldn’t have opened her crate up for her? Why were you just staring at her like a weirdo? It’s a dog.”

“Why is there a dog in the house?”

“It’s our dog.” From one of the bags you were still holding, you pull out a bag of dog treats and throw it at Simon. “Give her one of these so she knows you’re not a complete hardass.”

“I’m not giving it anything.”

“Simon.”

He looks back at you. And, from the way you stare back at him, it becomes more and more clear that this dog is one of the very very few things that you simply won’t back down on.

In fact, there were toys all over the ground. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice them earlier. And, with an attentiveness that only slightly put him off, the dog fell into step beside you following you very closely while also looking up at you for any sign of praise or reward. 

Simon inhales, then exhales. He grumbles under his breath, then rips the bag of treats open and kneels down with one of them in his hand. When the dog notices, she clumsily stumbles her way over to him and gratefully takes the treat from out of his fingers.

You appear at his side and kneel down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Whose dog is this?”

“Ours.”

“I don’t want a dog.”

“You’ll learn to want a dog.” You say, jokingly. Your hands wrap around his arm and shake him gently.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, you aren’t exactly home very often. I think the decision is mine.” You say, firmly. “And, as sad as it is to admit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely, sometimes.”

He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He doubts that your intent is to guilt him–but if it is, it’s certainly working.

The dog nudges her wet nose into the palm of his hand. No doubt looking for more treats Her head is smaller than his hand. As gently as possible, he brushes his knuckles over her head.

“Does the dog… make you feel less lonely?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

He rests his palm over her head now, brushing his thumb back and forth over the space between her eyes. 

“What’s it’s name then?”

“Goose.”

“Stupid fucking name.” He says, softly.

“Fuck you.” You laugh. “You love it. Asshole.”

Goose walks in a circle in her spot, then sits with her back turned to him. She leans her weight against his knee.

“Not much of a guard dog.” He murmurs, and you reach a hand to scratch behind her ear. “Hardly did anything when I came in.”

“Because she’s a good girl.” You say.

He can feel her tail hit his foot at the sudden excitement at being praised for being anything. “If she’s gonna stay in this house, she’s gonna have to protect it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Simon takes another treat out of the bag. Goose does absolutely nothing to hide her excitement. “And, how did this happen?”

“She got dumped outside of my work. No one wanted to take her so I took her.” You say. Simon looks at you and you look back at him. “No chip, no collar. She was wandering around our parking lot for hours, I think. Probably waiting for whoever dumped her. Vet said she can’t be any older than five months.”

“When was this?”

“About a month and a half ago.” You rub your thumb against his arm and press your mouth against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do you think?”

Slowly, Goose sinks down closer to the ground and settles her chin over her far-too-big paws. She looks at Simon, blinking at him with big eyes before they slowly settle into a nap.

“I think that a dog is a perfect waste of space.”

“Okay, what do you really think?” You chuckle. 

He sighs. A moment passes of complete silence. You’re hanging onto his arm, kneeling beside him as you both look down at this dog who can only get bigger and dirtier and stupider. This dog, who is also very soft and sweet. And, while (in his own opinion) he might be something of a monster, Simon couldn’t allow himself to be completely heartless. He couldn’t be the thing that takes away the bits of happiness that you can find for yourself.

“If it makes you happy, then I can hardly say no.”

You smile at him, give his arm a squeeze, and press another kiss on his cheek. You stand, “Do you wanna help me with dinner?”

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first.”

You hum in response but before you can fully turn away, he takes your hand and places a kiss on your cheek just below your eye, then another on your mouth. And in the moment that either of you are looking away from Goose, she gets up and begins chewing on his shoelaces.

“She likes you.”

“If I’m lucky it’ll pass.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that it will.” 

Another moment passes where it’s nearly completely silent, save for the sound of Goose’s mouth gnawing the little strings attached to Simon’s feet. Then, slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze. 

Then, you pull away, picking up Goose with a labored groan. You walk her over to the back door, open it, and place her down at the threshold. She all but stumbles down the steps into the backyard.

“Well, go get cleaned up if you really wanna help me with dinner.”

Simon watches you empty out grocery bags, then sighs. You listen to his footsteps walk farther into the house. And, through the window, you watch Goose twist up and roll into a splotch of mud. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley reader insert #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost reader insert #mw2 x reader

[lewisvinga]

salvatore | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; after living a life full of cold exes, y/n never expected to find her ‘salvatore’ during a summer in monaco

warnings; toxic/abusive exes, slut shaming,

word count; 1k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

notes; this is song has been on repeat

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

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“C’mon, Y/n, you need a man. You need to live a little!" Y/b/f exclaimed as she followed around Y/n who was tidying up around her home.

"Y/n," She sighed, "I don't need a man."

"It's been 4 years since you broke up with your ex. You haven't dated anyone since you were 21!”

“And you know why.”

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5 years ago

“C’mon, Y/n, let’s just go out!” Y/b/f asked through the phone. “You’re already ready!”

Y/n sighed as she cleaned the counter with a damp towel. She kept looking over her shoulder and back at the front door. “Louis is on his way. I can’t-“

“You can’t or he won’t let you? C’mon, Y/n, you deserve better.”

“I can’t.” She huffed as she rushed to finish off a quick chicken dish so it could be ready when her boyfriend arrived. “How ‘bout we go out tomorrow for lunch? I’ll call you later, promise-“

“Call who?” Louis's voice interrupted her mid-sentence. She hadn’t realized he arrived and she quickly hung up on Y/b/f.

“Y/b/f. She just wanted to hang out and-“

“That’s why you’re dressed like a whore?”

“I-I was about to ch-“

“Change into another slutty outfit?”

Y/n let out a sigh, keeping her gaze on the floor. She could feel Louis’ harsh stare as she turned off the stove and grabbed him a plate. Fortunately, he wasn’t so frustrated after work so he wasn’t as mean to her as usual.

Still, she felt tired of everything. She felt tired of constantly being paranoid. She hated how every word of his left her a mental scar. She hated how sometimes she had to wear sweaters in warm weather to cover up the black and purple marks on her skin. She was just tired.

Y/n glanced at him as she served the food on his plate. In the back of her mind, she knew Y/b/f was right and she was already thinking of the perfect time to leave him.

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present day

Y/n held onto her Dior tote bag as she strolled down the streets of Monaco. She was killing time in the shops before having lunch with Y/b/f and a couple of other girls to celebrate her best friend's engagement.

Y/b/f had instructed them to wear white so Y/n wore a short white sundress. She had an iced latte in her hand, glancing through the window of various boutiques and designer stores.

The summer was hot but she didn’t mind it. She spent the past week working on her tan, eating soft ice cream, and enjoying her week off.

She was lost in her thoughts when before she knew it, she suddenly bumped into what she thought was a wall until she heard a panicked voice. “Oh, fuck! Are you okay?”

The collision had caused her to spill her latte all over her white dress, staining it brown. She let out a chuckle as she looked down at the stain and at the empty plastic cup. “I’m fine. I wasn’t paying attention! Sorry for that.”

Y/n glanced up and was met with probably one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. His deep brown, almost black eyes were filled with concern as he looked her over. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair before running his hands over his equally jet-black stubble.

“I’ll-i’ll buy you a new dress! Where’d you get it from?”

“I said don’t worry! It’s a pricey dress anyway.” She said with a smile but that didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“No, please, let me. I can afford it. I’ll even get you another latte.”

“You won’t drop this will you?”

His lips curled into a smile as he shook his head. “Nope!” He said with a shrug. “But the least you could do is give me your name.”

She shook her head slightly and laughed as she holds her hand out. “Y/n, and you must be?”

“Esteban.”

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3 years later

“Bonjour. Good morning.”

Esteban’s soft voice woke Y/n up from her deep slumber. Her vision was still blurry as she slowly sat up against the bed, rubbing her eyes and letting her vision get used to the bright lights.

She realized that he stood in front of her with a tray in his hands. Once her vision cleared up, she noticed the iced latte and a croissant with a small candle resting in the middle of the tray.

“Joyeux Anniversaire, chérie.” [happy birthday, dear.] Esteban whispers, sitting beside her on the bed. He kissed her forehead as she took the tray from him. “Now make a wish.”

A small pout decorated her lips as she looked down at the candle. He purposely picked a pink candle knowing that it was her favorite color. Something her ex-boyfriend never bothered learning about in their 3 years of dating.

A panicked look appeared on Esteban’s face when he noticed Y/n’s eyes fill with tears as her bottom lip quivered. “Chérie? What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be happy on your birthday?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. He reached over and fixed her bed hair.

“I am happy.” She replied while tears streamed down her cheek. She lifts up the tray and softly blows the candle out. She turns to look at her now boyfriend of nearly 3 years with a wide smile on her voice.

“I just never had anyone care for me like you have, Estie.” She whispered as she set the tray on the bedside table. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, tucking her into his arms. “You’re my salvatore. [savior] You saved me. I didn’t even need to make a wish because you’re all I’ve ever wanted. You’re the best thing in my life.”

Esteban places his finger under her chin, causing her to look up into his deep brown eyes. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips. He whispered against her lips, “I’ll always be your salvatore.”

#f1 x reader #f1 smau #formula one x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #esteban ocon scenarios #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon imagine

[celtic-crossbow]

I’m Hot, Sticky Sweet

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth (after series end)

Warnings: Poorly written smut, food and sex, p in v, cunnilingus

Summary: You and Daryl haven’t been able to spend much time together. With only a certain amount of time available, you’re able to make the best of it by killing two birds with one stone.

A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing as a fanfic writer. Please forgive me for this insanity.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Daryl could smell the delicious scent of spices the moment he opened the door. He knew you could cook, but there really had never been enough resources or time for anything fancy. He was salivating by the time he reached the dining room, taking in the spread on the four person table. 

The archer was always up before the sun and home long after it had set, helping around the Commonwealth in any way he could. Some days, Mercer would have him beyond the walls, pushing back herds. Other days, he’d be part of the labor responsible for reinforcing those walls. He did what he could, rarely turning down a request for his assistance. Runs were still necessary in order to maintain the life to which you all had grown accustomed. Daryl would be gone for hours, sometimes even days. 

He was always so tired. He was sore. He missed his family. 

Once Pamela had been imprisoned and Ezekiel eventually took over the position as governor, Daryl was given a larger house. The two of you had turned it down, though. There was a quaint little home, still bigger than the apartment, away from the town center. It was your idea of perfect for your little family. Its four bedrooms were small but none of you had very many belongings anyway.

You settled in quickly. Daryl didn’t worry about Judith and RJ. They were safe in your capable hands. While you fit the role of the stay at home mom, you wouldn’t hesitate to pick up your knives and bring them down on anyone that threatened the safety of those kids. 

“Hey, you.” You were beaming at him, a bowl of steamed vegetables in your hand, when Daryl shook himself out of his thoughts. 

“S’all this? Where the kids?”

“Well,” you began, wiping your hands in the apron you had just removed. “We haven’t had a lot of time for ourselves lately. Carol took Jude, RJ, and Dog for the evening and I grabbed some extra venison from the market.” When he simply stared at you, doubt eased in slowly and then all at once. You knew you could afford the extra meat. Daryl was paid well for all the hours he put in for the community. The leftovers could be used for his lunch tomorrow and dinner for you and the kids. Still, you twisted your hands in the soft fabric of your sundress and avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if—”

“Whoa, slow down. I ain’t upset or nothin’.” He had his hands up placatingly, a ghost of a smile adorning his lips. “Just didn’t know if I fucked up an’ forgot somethin’ impor’ant like our anniversary.”

Your self doubt ebbed away into amused adoration. “You remember our anniversary?” 

He was taking off his vest and gloves, glancing over at you with a sarcastic smirk. “Yep, s’that one day that looks just like ev’ry other day.” You laughed and gave his shoulder a playful shove. He didn’t let you push him too far and wound his arm around your side to pull you into him. “If we had a way to keep up with that shit, I’d mark that day up with a lil’ heart an’ blame Jude.” He nuzzled his nose against your jaw. 

“Daryl, that’s mean.” You chuckled, letting him press a quick kiss to your mouth. He hummed, continuing with his quick kisses while guiding you backward. 

“Pretty sure I told ya from the start that I’m a asshole.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling your bottom one in between his teeth. There was no stopping the small whimper that managed to escape your throat, earning a pleasant growl from deep in his chest. You let your arms wind around his neck and tugged at the wavy hair you found there. 

“Mmm, Daryl—food—table.” You managed between his increasing assault on your mouth. 

“Mhmm.”

He shifted in front of you but kept you close, the legs of one of the chairs scraping across the floor. Soon, the small of your back met the edge of the table but you were already too far gone to care. Your head was thrown back with his lips attached to the front of your neck when his large hands squeezed the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up. 

Your ass had barely met the cool surface when he was reaching underneath your dress and dragging your panties down your legs. You could hear the shifting of the dinnerware behind you but couldn’t entertain why that should be concerning. The damp heat between your legs was demanding your focus, and you let yourself be consumed. 

“Shirt.” You panted, crossing your ankles behind his back to pull his groin against yours while he removed the offensive garment, tossing it into the void of ‘I’ll find that later.’ Your mouths crashed together again, your hands working open his belt and fly while he shoved your dress up and out of the way. 

Tenderness was not on the table tonight, so to speak. Daryl grabbed your hips and pulled you down, wasting no time in entering you. Your mouths separated, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip while his jaw went slack, satisfied breaths and quiet moans mingling somewhere in the air between you. 

“Fuck.” His fingers flexed against your hips, his hold damn near bruising your soft skin. You couldn’t suppress the drawn out moan you offered him as he pulled his hips back, dragging each and every inch of him against your fluttering walls until only the tip remained. He was just as slow pushing back in, swallowing your little sounds of pleasure. 

The next few thrusts were faster. The ones after that, faster still. Soon enough, his pelvis was slamming against you. Your small hands gripped his shoulders but couldn’t seem to remain there. You needed to feel more of his skin. Your hands slid down his back and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pushing them down past his hips. Daryl chuckled against your mouth when you grabbed handfuls of his ass and dug your nails in to leave crescent moons indented in the skin. 

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered, bowing your head to suck on the skin where you could feel his pulse hammering away. The archer rewarded you with a hard snap of his hips before reaching behind him to pull your hands away. He pressed you down against the table and quickly pulled out, leaving your cunt empty and clenching. “Daryl.” You whined, but before you could sit up, his face was buried between your thighs, tongue lapping and lavishing your clit until it was swollen and throbbing.

“Cum for me.” You heard him growl, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive nub while a finger prodded at your entrance. Daryl slid his middle finger past your opening and began pumping hard and fast, desperately seeking to pull your orgasm from you. He curled that finger slightly, finding that soft spot inside you that had you near screaming and grasping for anything that you could hold onto. Plates and silverware crashed to the floor. You thought one may have shattered. “Did ya not hear me, woman? I said cum.” 

Your chest heaved for the breath you couldn’t seem to catch, all cognitive function absent as the coil in your belly began to pull taunt. “Daryl—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl. Give it to me.” He went back to flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit. You were clenching around his finger in waves now. He knew you were seconds from climaxing. Wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves, he gently took it between his teeth and started to suck. 

“Fuck!” Your back arched off the table, your body vibrating through the throes of pleasure. It started in your stomach and spiderwebbed out through your limbs. Your hands found his hair and pulled, soliciting a deep grunt against your flesh. 

When you began to come down, your cunt was suddenly empty. But not for long. 

Daryl entered you again, roughly thrusting into your body at a punishing pace that shook the table beneath you. His right hand creeped around the back of your neck and pulled you up to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all spit and tongues and teeth. 

He never slowed down, bringing your second orgasm on quickly while he slipped the spaghetti straps of your dress down your shoulders. You let his attentions fall to your neck while you pulled your arms from the straps and pushed both the dress and your bra down, giving the man access to your breasts. He wasted no time in placing his lips around a pert nipple. 

“Fuck, Daryl!” Your fingers found their way into his hair once again, urging him toward your mouth. He allowed himself to be led away from your breast but not without replacing his mouth with his hand. “Just—just like that. I’m so close!”

“Yeah,” he panted against your mouth, “me too.” 

Neither of you lasted long after, the room filled with your cries of his name and his drawn out moans. You fell back onto the table, still pulsing around him as he softened inside you. Daryl leaned forward to rest his forehead against your upper stomach while you ran your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. 

“That was incredible.” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling with a beaming smile. 

“Yeah. I missed ya, sunshine.” He said into the wadded up fabric of your dress. You hummed and gave his hair a gentle tug, encouraging him to look at you. When he did, you caught the gleam in his pretty blue eyes. 

“What?” You asked cautiously. 

“I ain’t nowhere near done with ya yet.” He went for your nipple but your hands quickly left his hair and caught each side of his face. 

“We need to eat before we spill something.” Somehow the food had indeed survived. 

“Can wait.” He muttered, shaking your hands off. When he tried a second time, you caught him again. This time he huffed in annoyance. 

“It’ll be cold. Well—colder.” You pouted. The archer watched you for a moment, ready to pull out and reset the table when he got the most brilliant idea. You saw the spark in his eyes and drew in your brows, feeling a little concerned. “I know that look. What scheme is rattling around in that head of yours, Daryl Dixon?”

With a Cheshire grin, he rose slightly and stretched an arm behind the top of your head, pulling back with a dollop of mashed potatoes on the tip of his finger. “We can both get what we want.” Without giving you time to consider his meaning, the bowman smeared the side dish across one of your nipples, dragging his tongue over it to clean up the mess. Your eyes sparkled. 

“You, sir, are a genius.”

More than an hour and a half later, half empty serving dishes still littered the table, but you and Daryl were on the floor, the area around you a complete disaster. Daryl sat next to you, propped up on the wall with his legs stretched out. His pants were up but not buttoned. The left side of his face was dripping brown gravy, a portion of his hair wet with it. Remnants of mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese were smeared from his neck all the down to disappear past his waistband. 

You looked no better. Shavings and juices of venison were stuck to the swell of your breasts and side of your neck, anything between that and the lower part of your dress— pulled up to cover you by now— was hidden by the fabric itself. Your hair was a mess, with a half of a baby carrot dangling from a thin strand. What could be seen of your inner thighs was sticky with apple pie filling. 

You were both panting and even Daryl mirrored your small smile and chuckled when you looked at one another. He had been absolutely right. You were sated and full. 

But you probably wouldn’t serve the leftovers to the kids after all, though you were almost certain Daryl wouldn’t mind taking some for lunch. 

You were just about to suggest getting cleaned up when you heard a key enter and then turn in the front door lock. When you heard Carol call “hello,” you snapped your attention back to Daryl. 

“You gave her a key?!” You whisper-yelled. 

“Why wouldn’t I!?” He returned at the same volume. You gestured broadly at the two of you, and Daryl relented with a nod. “I see your point.”

“What happened?!” 

You both turned to the doorway, finding RJ and Judith staring at you with wide eyes. 

“What do you mean what— oh.” Carol hurried into the room and her eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. Dog bounded around her leg and immediately began to sniff the floor, licking up any scraps he found dropped or smeared there. Daryl couldn’t even bring himself to correct the canine. “So,” Carol began, crossing her arms, “what did happen, you two?” From the knowing smile plastered on the woman’s face, you knew you needn’t explain to her. 

But shit, the kids. 

“There, uh—there was a, um, a spider!” You shrugged a shoulder when Daryl gave you a look that blatantly said ‘really, Y/N?’ 

“A spider.” Carol repeated, licking her lips to wipe away the grin. 

“Was huge.” Daryl nodded, carefully avoiding any of the eyes that were on him. “An’ mean.”

“Ew. Did you kill it?” RJ asked with a small cringe. 

“Sure did.” The archer lied. 

“How big?” Judith queried, crossing her arms like Carol. 

“Like—real big.” You supplied, covering your thighs a little more with your dress when you caught Carol looking at the mess there.

“Cool! Can we see?” RJ, who had seemed afraid just moments before was now very interested in this make believe monster arachnid that had slathered both you and Daryl as well as half the dining room in tonight’s dinner before meeting its untimely demise at the bowman’s hand. 

“No!” Daryl barked. RJ froze midstep. “S’ uh—s’in the gravy.”

“Gross. I’m not eating that, aunt Y/N.” The young boy curled his lip. 

“Of course not, baby.” You soothed, relieved that you two had seemingly gotten away with this. 

“Not to mention your bra.” Judith smirked. Your eyes widened. “Your bra is in the gravy too, aunt Y/N.”

Your eyes slid slowly toward where the gravy boat sat, a few feet from Daryl’s leg. The man was already hooking a finger under a strap and lifting the article, staring almost blankly ahead as he passed the dripping thing across his lap and let it dangle for you to grab it. 

“Damn huge spider.”

“Bra removing spiders in gravy boats.” Carol nodded, chuckling when Daryl put his red face in his hands and you rubbed the back of your neck. “Right. Well, don’t worry. These guys and that guy,” she pointed to Dog, who was gnawing on a piece of broccoli, “have already eaten. I’ll just go get them settled.” 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, looking defeated. Footsteps disappeared up the stairs before you and Daryl looked at one another. 

“She ain’t never gonna let this go.” He commented sourly. “Just feed me ta the walkers, sunshine. M’beggin’ ya.”

“If I have to hear it, then you do too.” You chuckled, leaning over against him when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“She won’t pick on ya too bad.”

“She saves it all for you cause I’ll cry.”

“Guess I need to start cryin’ then.” You giggled and tilted your head back just in time for him to press a kiss between your eyes. “Was fun, huh?”

“Yeah, you make a nice buffet, Dixon.”

He hummed, drumming his fingers against your upper arm. “I wouldn’t mind s’more pie.” 

“How about a plate this time?”

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[mrsackermannx]

Honey, I’m home…

GOJO SATORU X FEM READER MDNI

tags: ceo/dad/husband gojo, smut, light degradation (use of slut twice), not pet play but he calls her a kitty, exhibitionism (gojo is on a zoom call), teasing, one shot.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: after the manga and the anime last week, this was needed for me to revive (an oldie from the drafts) 😭 not to mention spanish uni is kicking my ass so satoru is keeping me sane rn hahaha 🫣

Eating breakfast alone was seldom done in the Gojo household, because Satoru liked the kind of breakfasts that looked like they do in the movies. 

An assortment of brightly coloured fruits and pancake stacks, his wife by his side, a smug grin on his face as he sipped his coffee and asked everyone what they’d be doing with their day. The odd dad joke or two, or more. 

You snorted quietly at the thought, pausing at the fridge door. The kids were at Megumi and Yuuji’s, so they couldn’t tease you for being sentimental, or groan at the photos their embarrassing father insisted be plastered to the fridge.

Heart shapes, letters, bunnies, an assortment of magnets stuck decades worth of fond memories to the appliance. Your daughter’s first birthday, with Satoru at her side helping her blow out the candles, your second son’s first time at a water park on Satoru’s shoulders, last Christmas vacation in the Philippines.  

Your eyes crinkled as you took notice of your favourite one, stroking the scrawl of Satoru’s handwriting on the Polaroid’s border. “Mr and Mrs Gojo.” 

The polaroid was the lovesick image of you and Satoru in Italy for your honeymoon.

You can remember the warmth of the evening, and how pink the sunburn was on the tip of his nose. Oh how the sun had bronzed the nape of his neck, making his white hair all the more a stark contrast. His cologne was sweet and intoxicating as his large hands dwarfed your cheeks, as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You could feel his smile as he did so, laughing at the cheers that engulfed you both. The faces visible behind you both were flushed and merry as your hands clasped. 

One of your favourite photos.

Your husband’s position as CEO of his clan’s company afforded all the luxuries a woman and a family could desire. But sometimes everybody needed Satoru. There were nights you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, only to be left with cold sheets and him muttering into his phone down the hall at the crack of dawn, Ijichi beeping just outside already. 

Satoru always told you to be selfish, to put yourself first, to be bold with your desires. But you found it hard to voice when you were feeling —greedy about him. When you were feeling so possessive you wanted to drive over to headquarters when he was doing overtime, and fuck him right in his office so everybody would know that work wasn’t his only priority. 

He’d been gone a mere twelve days, and he went on these trips three times a year, max—granted. And Satoru normally had his best men on them but sometimes he had to go too.

You almost scalded your lap with tea when you heard steps clicking through the foyer. You held your breath waiting for a sunny and inevitable rendition of a ‘Honey, I’m home!’ 

Instead you heard the surely jet-lagged mumble of your husband instead. “I forgot about it because I was overseas Nanami! You know you ought to let loose if you really think I should’ve come straight to headquarters as soon as I landed!”

He was positively barking on the line when his suitcases reached a sudden halt and he saw a peek of you in the kitchen. You grinned, jumping to your feet to greet him though he only gestured to his phone with a tired smile. 

You blew him a kiss and his shoulders slackened, finally dropping his bags. “Yes, bu-I’m already home! I’m not heading through traffic just to-“

You reclined back on your stool, grinning at him when he pointed an imaginary gun to his head at Nanami’s audible ranting on the other line.

“Fine, I’ll be on the call in five!” He ripped off his jacket and headed down the foyer, “Morning babe!” he boomed, “Didn’t wake you, did I?” 

His voice echoed down the hall. When you reached him you stood at the foot of the stairs, your hands on your hips. You arched one brow before you spoke through gritted teeth, “No, you didn’t.” 

The deep split of your robe was exposing the planes of your smooth skin, teasing slithers of your breasts and your belly button. He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees and worship you as if it were a holy day. He wanted your thighs swung over his shoulders, and his mouth right between them. 

He mentally cursed at the thought, releasing a deep sigh into his palm. “You okay, sweetheart?”

He didn’t even have the time. 

“Fine, and you?”

He could hear in your voice you were on the edge of asking something, asking for more. After so many years of marriage he could smell when a bad mood was brewing from you, better yet taste it. 

He tried to fool you as if it were easy, that signature grin, a smooth click of those fingers. “Nothing! Just gotta sit in on this meeting, goddess.” He winked, “Let’s catch up in a bit.”

The entire interaction had left you dumbfounded, standing in the foyer and suddenly feeling lonelier than you did eating breakfast alone. Somehow.

“Gojo fucking Satoru,” you hissed to yourself. “Do not goddess me.” 

Had someone replaced your husband with a clone? Satoru could have flown halfway across the world and back, after not seeing you for more than a day was enough to make him needier than ever. He always came back, desperate and ready to devour you.

You were unsettled, but quickly renewed with courage when you approached his study half an hour later and heard him speaking. His voice was back to its usual, chirpy and light.

You wavered for several seconds, loosening your robe before you slipped inside.

He was gesturing wildly with his hands, relaying the success of his trip no doubt. But when he saw you his eyes narrowed and then darkened. 

You resisted a smirk when you heard Choso’s voice seconds later. “Why’d you turn your camera off?” 

Then Toji’s, husky and bored. “We don’t have to see his smug face, do we?” he spat. “Anyway, I’m fucking falling asleep here. It’s early. You gonna continue or what?”

Satoru hummed, his voice now entirely reserved for you as his eyes were all over those bare thighs of yours. You were sprawled out on his chaise lounge and scrolling through your phone.

He cleared his throat, “Bad signal, sorry about that.” 

His eyes didn’t leave you, not even once. You could feel his gaze all over your skin, as scorching as the sun as you stretched and yawned where you lay. Languid and feigning innocence as you arched your back slightly and felt your robe slip enough to expose your bare breasts.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and continued stretching this way and that. But after minutes of this torment and his various sighs to grab your attention you relented and turned a fraction.

Lust was pooling in those crystalline eyes, turning them dark. If they were usually like waves sparkling in the morning sun, they were now akin to a bottomless ocean with a crescent moon’s light. 

A breath passed and you rose to your feet, mischief tipping the corners of your lips up into something erotic and enchanting to your husband. He tilted his head, asking a silent question as he hummed in agreement to whatever the hell Nanami had just said.

You shifted onto your knees and crawled between his legs and he smirked as if the sight amused him. You rested your cheek on his thigh, like a needy cat waiting to be played with. How dare you act as if you were waiting in apprehension when those eyes of yours said anything but.

His eyes finally flickered with warning, but not the red-light kind of warning, the kind that oozed with a dominance so overpowering that you bowed your head and took to quietly unzipping his pants. 

His teeth clenched in anticipation before he jabbed at his keyboard to mute himself, and gave you his attention. “Bored, huh? I can give you something worthwhile to do, honey. Just wanted something to suck on? Yeah?” he cooed, his voice dripping so sweetly in condescension that it made your teeth hurt.

He chuckled when you nodded eagerly, running this thumb over your lower lip as he unbuckled his belt one-handed. “I know, baby. I know. Ready for me?”

You grinned, opening your mouth for him to push his thumb into it first. “Be good to me, yeah? I don’t wanna have to cut my meeting short because you think it’s funny to tease.”

He spoke to you as if he was saying something as mundane as remember to take an umbrella today. Rather than a man who was now loudly slapping the tip of his cock on the tongue of his needy wife during a conference call. 

His low groans reverberated through your core, every inch of your skin waiting to be touched by your lover. The sweet and salty taste of him kissed your tastebuds and came with a rueful delayed reaction. At first it helped soothe the aching arousal between your legs but then it made you even needier. 

“How’s that for my spoiled little sweetheart? Heh heh, like a needy little cat, aren’t ya? Licking up every last drop.”

“Not as needy as you,” you purred, pulling away just in time for his arousal to drip onto your lower lip. “Meow.”

His brows knitted together at the sight, his arousal was glistening and smeared all over your lips.

“No, no. Don’t,” he hissed, before his voice sweetened. “Swallow it for me, baby. I’ve gotta get back to work.”

He winked and put a finger to his lips before asking Geto to repeat whatever convoluted question that had been background noise just moments ago. 

You smiled in glee around his dick when his voice wobbled the further you took him down your throat, doing your best to remain quiet just under his desk. But as usual, it was Satoru who threatened to blow your cover—as usual. 

You swelled with pride when he threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing frantically and his chest heaving back and forth. 

It was Nanami who noticed first, interrupting Geto’s presentation when he hears a shaky breath stuttering through the laptop at the end of the conference table. “Gojo? Are we boring you?”

“Ah, no!” He scrambled forward so quickly he swiped a pot of stationery clean off his desk. Not without bumbles of laughter from the meeting room of men.

 “Just…working out!” he managed through gritted teeth, one hand still cradling the back of your head and guiding your sweet and unforgiving mouth back and forth. 

Toji sighed, the oldest of the men and the least naive. “You choose to do that shit now?”

Choso yawned, glancing toward an agitated Nanami. “What shit are we discussing?”

Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You’d know if you weren’t asleep, and Gojo save the workout for after the meeting, please. Let’s proceed.”

“Not my fault, I had to stay up and help Yuuji cram for an exam,” Choso mumbled. 

“Aww! Choso-nii!” Suguru laughed, “Satoru, are you hearing this?”

You were both momentarily so grateful for his team’s ability to bicker about anything down to the probability of rain that day, that you were bringing Satoru to heights of pleasure he’d not even dared anticipate. One he was laughably jet lagged and two he was in an incredibly important meeting but he couldn’t care less.

“Oh fuck, baby. Oh—juust like that!” he spluttered, unable to think about anything else other than the way you were flicking your tongue along his shaft. You sucked and rubbed your wet lips along that sensitive spot of his that made him whimper upon contact.

You fucking devil.

Suguru burst into laughter first, without Satoru’s arm the sounds of him slapping the table in his hysterics filled the room, then followed Sukuna’s laughter. “Is that pretty little wife of yours home by any chance?” he cackled, then Satoru was sure he heard Toji’s laughter but he was already too far gone. 

He hissed as he pulled you off his cock, coughing to smother the audible popping sound. His teeth sinking into his lower lip at the lewd sight of saliva drooling down onto your chest. “I hate you,” he hissed in a whisper. Before muting the call to allow you both to compose yourself, whilst Nanami scolded the team.

Then he was ready.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, “Sorry about that! My wife was giving me a quick massage before she headed out for work. You know how much sleeping on aeroplanes messes with my neck, right Nanami? Please, proceed.”

The sooner this ended the better. 

Sukuna snorted first, “Are you sure you weren’t fucking her?” 

“Would you refrain from referring to my wife like that, Sukuna? You are already on two strikes, aren’t you?” Satoru’s voice was so short and stern that even Nanami held his breath. 

“As I said, let’s continue.”

A chorus of “yes sir” had Satoru smirking down at you on the floor. His eyes locked on you as he made quick work of the mouse and pushed his keyboard aside, tapping the edge of your desk. 

You sprang to your feet to sit, the air thick with tension as he untied your robe to reveal the bare skin beneath it. “Oh baby, just look at you,” he purred, bringing his chair closer just to marvel at the sight before him.

His large hands gripped your breasts, sucking and licking until you relaxed and sank your hands into his hair, guiding him to where you needed him most. He was eager to please, his eyes not breaking from yours for even a second as he leaned forward and kissed your pussy, grinning when he found you slick and dripping for him.

He suckled on your clit until you mewled, his lips fitted to the bud as his tongue swirled and licked until you were gasping out his name. “Gojo? So, how did you find their sales department?” Nanami exhaled, “Gojo?”

He broke from you with an apologetic grin, assuming that sharp CEO voice as he flicked his mic back on. “Yeah, as I told Yaga when I was there the energy was not quite what I expected. It was interesting to see how their team implemented the techniques in which…”

But his words were lost on you, your teeth sunk into your lip as he flicked the tips of his fingers against your swollen clit. The movements were so deft and precise that they were turning your brain into mush, but they were also so tortuously light that you couldn’t handle it anymore. Heat rushed to your cheeks. Your eyes clamped shut.

Satoru removed his hand, tapping your thigh to grab your attention. He pointed to his cock with a smirk. “Ride me,” he mouthed. “Now.”

“Choso, how was your trip to Kyoto? Did you manage any meetings with the execs?” he continued, squeezing the backs of your thighs whilst you grabbed the base of him and hovered above his cock. 

“Well, I took my brother so I didn’t have a lot of time to….”

You shook your head, gulping when he flicked his finger across that mouse pad once more. 

“Ah? You gonna leave me hanging? That’s cruel, darling. More my style than yours. But as long as you keep quiet, we shouldn’t have a problem.” His voice was silky, and just ever so slightly mean, but it aroused you and he knew it. “Can’t have them hearing you like this, baby. Like you’re some kind of slut.” 

“Satoru, I won’t be able to be quiet, I can wait till after I-“

He tutted, sweeping his hands under your thighs as his gaze hardened. “You clearly can’t, so come on darling, sit on it for me, yeah? You know I hate these fucking meetings so help me get through it and fuck me.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, until you were letting him take full control of your mouth.

“I’m just so tired baby, need you to take care of me,” he moaned into your lips. “I know you can, baby. I know your pussy needs me inside, huh?” he cooed, rutting his cock against your slicked cunt.

“Yes,” you whimpered, pulling away to find his his cheeks dusted with pink and his eyes barely open,

“Yeah?” 

You nodded, slotting one arm around his neck whilst you guided him to your cunt and began to sink down on him. “Oh fuuck,” he cursed, his voice leaving him in short hot bursts of air against your neck. 

“That’s it baby, go on. You’re gonna have to move for me baby. Go slow for me. Fuck me, touch me.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he guided your hands under his shirt, feeling your touch like this was enough to make him come sometimes. “Baby, fuck me. Come on.”

“Can’t. I’ll be noisy,” you whined, only a few inches full but yet struggling to focus on whatever Choso was rambling about and then promptly being interrupted by Geto and then Sukuna. 

“You’ve gotta make this up to me baby, didn’t touch myself the entire time I was away. You’re gonna make me lose it. This is your fault.”

“M’ sorry! I thought you wanted it. You were hard already!” 

“I always want you, baby. I always want it. Let me show you.” 

He lifted his hips and filled you in one fluid moment, both of your voices embracing in one sweet and lengthy moan. Before he was moaning with every thrust, “Cause you were prancing around my office looking too pretty like that baby, I’m about to show you just how much.” 

Your pussy clutched him so tight at the praise he groaned and found his lips landing on your own with a magnetic, desperate pull from within his heart. How lucky he was to come back home to you.

“Good girl, you knew exactly what I wanted, knew I wanted to come home and fuck you just like this.”

He watched your pussy drool down his cock as you moved up and down on it, tentative and hungry for him. Your pupils were blown wide, like you were drunk on him, like you had been waiting for the moment you could be like this with him.

It made his cock twitch, the sensation making you quiver and smother your noises into your palm. You stopped, his full length sheathed inside of you, the relief and pleasure that contorted your features was truly beautiful, the sight he’d been waiting for. You tried desperately to catch your breath, “Need a second.”

He brought you closer, wrapping an arm around your back as he whispered. “Huh? You needy little thing, I thought you couldn’t—fuckin’—wait.” Each word was separated by a breath as your cunt fluttered from his low, and reprimanding tone. “No way. No.”

He felt so good. He was filling you so well.

He flicked himself of mute to hum along to Toji’s thoughts of Choso’s pitch. But his breaths were growing more and more laboured. You turned to see Nanami’s face growing pink. “You falling asleep there or pumping one out before you crash man?” Sukuna asked.

“Sorry! I just—” His chest heaved, and he closed his eyes to take a breath just as your pussy was teasing his tip, so close but not close enough. You grinned as you took revenge and slammed down on him all at once, “Oh fuck!” he groaned.

“Sleeping on that plane really got my neck, just had to crack it.”

Toji leaned to look into the camera a huge smirk on his face, “Is your fucking wife with you?”

“What, of course not,” he answered, his pants surely audible the other end. “In the gym actually.”

“Are you serious?”

“Carry on with the meeting I don’t have all day.” That was his no bullshit tone. The sound of it making you throb so wildly he was all smug, a little ‘hmph’ leaving his lips as he muted the call once more.

Nanami stiffened, “Yes sir, Ijichi proceed.”

“You’re gonna pay for that, darling,” he breathed, locking your hips in place so he could pound up into you with ruthless precision. You were a whimpering mess, arms around his neck squeezing impossibly tight as you had no other choice but to take all he was offering.

“Toru, Toru! Toru!” Your voice climbed higher with every thrust, the lewd sounds of your moans only amplified by the high walls of his slick, black study. 

“Please, m’ sorry. Gonna come, gonna make a mess,” you cried.

“Oh yeah? I know you will.” His thumb started on your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your lower half jolting and squirming, as his cock hit that spot like a hammer to a nail. All too perfect, all too precise, like everything your husband did.

Closer and closer, until you were pulling on his hair, body coated so much in sweat your hands resigned to clawing down his nape instead. 

“Please!”

“No baby, make a fucking mess. How could I ever say no to my wife? They all know it, you know it.”

“Important meeting…Nanami’ll get mad at me! He’ll know!”

“Fuck Nanami, fuck work, fuck everyone. Focus on me. Go on, oh? Too much?” He laughed, kissing down your throat. “You can cry baby, fuck yourself on my cock like there’s no fucking tomorrow,” he growled.

“Use me, use me, use me.”

You finally bursted but Satoru was still moving his hips like the sadist he truly was. “Feels too good doesn’t it baby, doesn’t it?” 

He laughed at the fluids covering your thighs and soiling his pants. “Fuuck, baby you’re so hot.”

Kissing your temple fondly, you both startled as you came back to reality. “Gojo!”

His fingers made quick work of his mouse. “Sorry! Sorry! I had to take an important call.”

“But um, listen I’m gonna have to go.” 

Luckily for him you’d slowed down so he could finally get his breaths even, chuckling and trying to sound as blasé as he could muster. “I’ve really gotta go! Nanami, update me, yeah!”

He ended the call before they could even complain.

You stood, legs shaking as you leant over to grab your robe. But Satoru was already gripping your ass from behind, “Where do you think you’re going? Shall I put another baby in ya this morning? You’re in heat after all. Clearly three aren’t enough, huh?”

He mounted you over his desk, his chest flat against your back as he filled you up all at once. “Why you so wet for, huh?” he groaned, already hitting that spot inside you that had you whining. “Because you’re a needy little slut who sucked me off—whilst I was busy working—or from squirting all over me and the desk? Come on baby! Tell me?”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

#divider by @rookthornesartistry <3 #minors do not interact #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #being satoru’s needy wife is just my fave thing to write <333 #my loverboy <33 #he has a dirty mouth in this one hehehehe

[auras-moonstone]

hiii, I really really love all your job so much !!and I have a little request (you can obviously say no), can you do something with Ethan and "bad idea right?", I have this song on repeat and I need to see it with Ethan please

I hope you have a great day and I really love all that you do 💗💗💗

hi!! of course you can send song requests! i love olivia🥺

bad idea, right? — ethan landry

word count: 700

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

based on: bad idea, right? by olivia rodrigo

Y/N AND ETHAN’S RELATIONSHIP LASTED FOR AROUND SIX MONTHS. With Ethan so focused on college and Y/N having to work to afford her studies and also having to do exams and assignments, their little bubble just bursted and they decided to end it after those short but unforgettable months. They loved each other very much, which is why they knew it was for the best, because holding onto a relationship they couldn’t afford to be invested in 100% was very selfish.

And as much as they wanted to, they knew they could never go back to being just friends. It would be too painful. So, they stopped talking to each other… until that night at the dive bar.

Y/N was sitting on a table, beer on her hand as she listened with very little attention to the conversation her friends were having. She was so exhausted from work that she swore she could pass out at any moment, and the dimly lit setting didn’t help at all.

But then, she received a text that made her be fully awake. She stared at his name with eyes wide open, and traced the notification bubble with her fingertip, not bearing to read the text, she just stared at his contact name.

eth🤓💖

hey…

i know this random but i’m alone rn and i can’t seem to get you off my mind

would you like to come over? if you’re not busy

my new address is xxx xxx :)

it’s okay if you don’t want to, i understand… anyways, let me know ❤️

I’m alone. Can’t get you off my mind. Come over. Well, he certainly wasn’t inviting her to play a game—at least not one that didn’t involve her being on her knees as he grabbed her hair from behind, and make her roll her eyes in pleasure so hard it hurt.

Ethan’s face crossed her mind, and she thought about what she should do. She should probably not go. She shouldn’t meet him that night, it’s a bad idea, right? But her mind didn’t function well when it came to Ethan Landry. She knew she was his ex, but couldn’t people reconnect? Only one night and then she would erase him from her mind—god, she knew that was the biggest lie she’d ever said.

She grabbed her car keys, her purse and stood up, gaining the attention of her friends. “I’m tired, I want to sleep” In Ethan’s bed. Without further explanation, Y/N got into her car, wrecking all the plans she’d made with her friends.

y/n/n 👼🏻🫶🏻

be there in ten.

eth🤓💖

second floor

waiting for you

And he was. Y/N pulled up in his apartment and got into the elevator, pressing the button to the second floor. When she got out, she saw Ethan waiting for her by the door, boyish grin on his face—the one that always made Y/N want to drop onto her knees and make him scream her name until his voice broke.

She stood in front of Ethan, he was even taller than before, and he was towering over her. The boy looked so fucking hot that her brain could even mutter the word ‘hi’. So, instead of talking, Y/N grabbed him by the collar and smashed her lips against his with such ferocity and need that Ethan almost collapsed to the floor.

“So hot when you go straight to the point” he said in between kisses. They were moving, but Y/N didn’t know where to and she honestly didn’t care. He could fuck her in any corner of the apartment and it’d be fine. But then she tripped and felt the soft mattress under her.

“Upgraded your bed, I see” she panted as her hands traveled his hard chest, fire in her eyes.

Ethan nodded “Just got it, was wondering if you could give me a review of it.” he pressed sweet kisses to the valley of her breasts.

“Let’s get to work, then. Lay down.” Y/N ordered, and he obeyed in no time.

He watched her get rid of her shirt and bra, and he was so glad she accepted the invitation. “I missed you.”

“Me too, but let’s talk later. Right now, I want to feel you again. It’s been way too long.”

#ethan landry #ethanlandry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry drabble #ethan landry fic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #jackchampion

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

64- The Gotham Skyline and Red Hood

The Gotham skyline was nothing to admire, the smog was too thick to see the stars and most times looking up was a distraction no one could afford when the danger was on the ground. You, like any other sane person in Gotham, always kept your eyes forward, but that changed when you started to date Jason. You knew that he jumped rooftop to rooftop, and had heard stories from your friends about seeing the famous bat-themed vigilantes amongst the streetlights. So, it only made sense you started to try to look for him amongst the Gotham rooftops. 

Some nights, you’d sit on the fire escape of your apartment and look for him hoping from rooftop to rooftop. You’d never see him, and you thought it to be good. If you did, it might have indicated that he was subpar at his job. That didn’t stop you, though. 

You’d been out with your friends bar hopping before they suggested a club, but after work and not seeing your boyfriend, you opted to bail. On your way home, you looked for Jason. A few times in your journey you accidentally knocked into a few people, which made you look down, and just when you were about to give up your phone rang. 

“Hello,” You said as you answered. You hadn’t checked the caller ID but could assume who it was by the little chuckle on the other end. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I am,” Jason was grinning, you could practically hear it. “But, you’ll never guess what.”

“You…” You began, glancing up. Again, nothing. “You’re taking the rest of the night off to be with me.”

He laughed, and it sounded angelic. “No, sweetheart, but I’d give anything to do that.”

You smiled. “Then, what?”

“I was just hanging out on a rooftop, taking a breather, and I saw this gorgeous girl walking down the street.” You gasped, looking up. If anyone was around, you probably looked nuts, but you didn’t care. Jason laughed again. “Gonna give me away if you keep doing that.”

Bashfully, you looked down, still grinning. “Sorry.” You then lowered your voice. “Where are you, though?”

“Look up on your right, casually.”

It took you a second to find him, but you did. He leaned over the edge of the building, just in your line of sight, waving slowly. It took everything in your power not to jump around and wave back to him like crazy.

“I see you,” You said excitedly. “And have I ever told you how handsome you look in your gear?”

Jason said something under his breath before disappearing from your view. A bit disappointed, you thought about saying something but knew it was for the best. The last thing you wanted was for him to put himself in danger just for you. 

Finally, Jason’s voice came through again. “On ya way home?”

“Yeah, my friends, they wanted to dance, but I’m kind of tired.” Quietly, you added, “And I was hoping to see you.”

When Jason said your name it was soft and sounded just the right amount of desperation that it turned you on a little. You said his name back to him, hoping that it would convince him to come home. 

“I,” Jason sucked in a breath. “I’ll swing by your apartment as soon as I can.”

It wasn’t what you wanted, but it was close enough. “Okay, I’ll be waiting, honey.”

He made a noise that sounded like something between a sign and a moan before there was some shuffling. “Fuck it. I’ll meet you at your place.”

You grinned, glancing up yet again but saw nothing. Shaking your head, you told Jason that you couldn’t wait to see him before hanging up. Maybe the Gotham skyline had a little more to offer than smog and danger. 

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #romance #red hood #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #bruce wayne #batfamily #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #red robin #batfam

[thebadgerclan]

NSFW Alphabet: Nikolai Lantsov

Some spice for our King on this lovely Friday

(AND OF COURSE I’M USING THIS GIF, C’MON MAN 🥵🥵)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nikolai is the most doting, most affectionate, most loving man after sex there ever was and ever will be. He’ll curl himself around you, pepper your skin with kisses, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.  Very lovey-dovey, very clingy.  You want water?  Snacks?  A bath?  Whatever you want, it’s yours.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikolai loves your lips: the way they look when you’re smiling, the way they feel pressed against his, his neck, his chest, the way they feel wrapped around his cock.  “Sweeter words have never fallen from a sweeter pair of lips, my love.”  On him, Nikolai likes his arms.  Years aboard the Volkvolny have given him quite a figure, and the fact that he’s able to life you up with little effort, press you against a wall, or just cradle you in his arms turns him on

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s the King of Ravka, so naturally, Nikolai needs heirs (and he is more than happy to give you as many Little Lantsovs as you want).  Nikolai prefers to come inside you, but if you’re not ready for kids (or not on the Alkemi contraceptive), or not comfortable with it, he’ll pull out before he finishes.  One thing I feel like Nikolai wouldn’t like it coming on your face.  There’s something about it he finds degrading, and he doesn’t want you to feel like anything less than his beloved Queen

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you were married, Nikolai would sneak into your rooms and steal your handkerchiefs (which he sprayed with your perfume).  It started as a way to feel like you were close to him, but it evolved to him holding them to his nose while he got himself off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before he met you, Nikolai had quite a few partners, male and female, so he’s rather experienced.  But our King is faithful to the last: once he’s yours, you are it, there’s no other woman he’d ever look at.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Nikolai’s a fan of missionary and cowgirl, both positions afford him the opportunity to look at you and drink in your beauty.  Really any position that lets him be close to you he’s into

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikolai will 100% crack his stupid little jokes while having sex: “Oh Saints!”  “They’re not here, lovely, just me.”-----”Fuck!”  “That’s what I’m doing, darling.”.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed: mostly for his own comfort than anything else 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh sweet Jesus, Nikolai Lantsov is the KING (hah) of romance.  When he’s not cracking his jokes, he’s whispering praises into your ear; telling you how much he loves you, how good you make him feel, how much he wants you, etc.  This man could wax poetics about you for DAYS if you’d let him, especially during sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There are days when Nikolai can’t pry himself away from his work long enough to come to bed at a reasonable time, and it’s on those days when he usually resorts to taking care of himself.  After he met you, there was little need for him to get himself off, as you were usually willing to take care of him, but when one or both of you are too busy or too tired, he’ll get himself off, always thinking of you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nikolai 100% wants to do a roleplay as Sturmhond.  Maybe you’re a passenger he picked up and you have no other way to pay for your passage, maybe you’re travelling through the Bone Road and there’s no other way to keep warm.  Aside from that, MASSIVE praise kink: tell him how good he feels and he’s gone

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The only place Nikolai really feels comfortable enough having sex is the privacy of your chambers.  Anywhere else in the Palace is too exposed, to crowded.  The only exception is his (or yours) private study with the doors locked.  But he’s not against telling you that the doors aren’t locked to add the element of getting caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you take charge.  The first time you ever really asserted your authority as Queen at court, Nikolai had to drag you from the throne room and eat you out.  I don’t see him as the type to give up control completely in bed, but if you assert yourself a little, boss him around a bit, he’ll be putty in your hands

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you.  Or more specifically, sharing himself.  Countless women at court vie for the King’s attention, some making outright requests to share his bed, and he denies them all.  The thought of taking anyone but you to bed makes him ill

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nikolai can (and will, and has) spend hours with his head between your thighs, eating your cunt, making you scream.  It’s honestly one of his favorite things, and he expects absolutely nothing in return.  In fact, he once came into your study, got on his knees, lifted your skirts, ate you out, pressed a kiss to your cheek, and left.  No requests that you return the favor, no hinting that he wanted you to get him off, it was because he wanted to.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, but Nikolai prefers gentle, tender lovemaking.  Yes, there will be nights when he shoves you into the mattress and rails you like there’s no tomorrow

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nikolai’s not a fan of quickies, he needs time to properly worship you. (and those are his words)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nikolai’s willing to try almost anything once, unless it would put your safety at risk.  You want him to be more dominating?  He’s down.  You want to try a new position?  Sure!  You want him to edge you?  Of course.  You want him to spank you?  Nope, not happening

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Nikolai can last as long as you want him to.  One round or 5, he’s able to hold himself back long enough to make sure you get as much pleasure as you want.  This does bite you in the ass sometimes, when he’s in one of his teasing moods, he’ll draw your pleasure out until he’s satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There is an entire division of the Materialki workshop now dedicated to the King’s....endeavors.  Restraints, dildos, plugs, vibrators, anything you could imagine, he gets for you.  This is the man who invented flying ships, after all

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in the right mood, Nikolai can tease and edge you for hours, literally making you cry.  He will make you beg for what you want, make you work for what you want, and he’s always good for it.  Plus the aftercare when he teases you is *chefs kiss*

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Nikolai would lean on the slightly quieter side until he learned how much hearing him turned you on (me projecting?  nah 😂).  After than, he’s moaning in your ear about how good you feel, how hard you make him.  And when you suck him off, this man whimpers

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After your wedding, Nikolai took you on your honeymoon to The Wandering Isle, on the Volkvolny, of course.  Which meant you spent your wedding night on the ship.  Now, Nikolai is nothing if not a man of traditional, so naturally, your marriage is consumated that night.  And everyone on board, I mean everyone hears.  And the funny thing it, Nikolai doesn’t care.  He’s a possessive man, and he knows how his crew looks at you; now they know just whose you are

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nikolai is by no means a small man.  I put him at a good 8 inches with a thickness that necessitates him stretching you out with his fingers before fucking you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If it were up to him, Nikolai would fuck you every minute of every day.  So yeah, his sex drive is high.  If he even gets an inkling that you might be wanting him, he’s down, he’s ready, he’s on his knees

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he’ sure you’re taken care of, that you’re comfortable and have everything you need, Nikolai usually drops off pretty quickly.  He never slept well before meeting you, but with you, he actually sleeps soundly

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[jeanbie]

WORDLESS #5 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: implied violence, establishing feelings, mentions/references to john wick & the continental | wc: 6.8k

note: who expected me to actually finish this? (answer: no one) i'm so glad that i got to finish "wordless" and put these two losers in a place they deserve to be in! this chapter is the finale and also almost entirely from levi's pov, and this one flows in a chronological order :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again. But maybe he's ready now.

(41) Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

It’s been a hot second since Levi saw you — and it’s killing him more than he’d care to admit.

Since the blow up in the shower over girls he wasn’t fucking in the first place, Levi hasn’t heard from you, and he hasn’t made much of an effort to reach out either.

Why did he even lie? There was no benefit from telling you he was seeing other girls; the only reason he said that so often was to manage the healthy boundaries between you, to remind you not to get too close, to remind himself that being with you is a risk.

Not that pushing you away has made his life any easier. On the contrary, he thinks it’s made everything worse.

It is almost dehumanising to admit it to himself, but he misses you. Since your rather unconventional first meet — which was a far cry from any ‘meet cute’ that normal situationships had — Levi has been telling himself that the circumstances surrounding you being in his life were unique at best, and that you weren’t permanent.

But now, he lives his life around a ghost of your body, making room for you in his home, making time out of his schedule, making arrangements to keep you happy. 

Okay. Maybe it’s a little bit too late to acknowledge the feelings he has for you. Levi knows they’re there — he’s not an idiot. But making those feelings real is something he just can’t afford to do. Not yet. Not while there’s too much going on in his life.

Still, he stares longingly at the door every night when he staggers back home, as if hoping you might take him by surprise and crawl back into his arms. Not that you do, at least not for a while; not until Levi grows fed up of waiting and finds you first.

But for now, he’ll grant you he space that you need, the space you deserve. And in the meantime, he’ll try and make peace with the waging war in his head.

(42) Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

“This is nice.”

The neighbourhood Levi now lives in is much smaller than the last one. It pales in comparison to the condo it took forever to finally move out of, but having consistent security breaches just for a tiring view of the river didn’t feel worth it for Levi anymore. It made no difference to him if the apartment he all but owns for you is much farther away — you’re barely ever there, anyway.

Since putting his angst to rest, and since making it known to you that you’re quite literally the only woman he likes enough to keep buying houses for and invite over, things have been calm between you.

There’s still a strange unspoken thing, the remains of an agreement made out of convenience so long ago, to feed both the lust and pride Levi wanted and the safety you craved; but in general, Levi acknowledges that what he has with you right now feels like the closest thing he’s had to a partner in a long, long time.

Levi looks over at you, feeling your hand tighten in his as you cross a cute little park covered in flowery bushes and beds of tulips. 

“I’m glad my neighbourhood has your stamp of approval,” he replies, tightening his fingers around yours before pulling up slightly to stuff your joined hands into his pocket. Though it’s spring now, there’s still a bite in the air, a chill that Levi is determined to shelter you from.

“Technically,” you start, and Levi can predict, like a robot, what you’ll say next, and mouths the words as they fall from your lips, “it’s mine, too.” Your eyes turn piercing as you scowl at him, “Hey! Don’t…predictive text me.”

“Then stop being so predictable.”

“I think we spend too much time together,” you mutter, looking back at the flowerbed you’re currently passing by.

Levi scoffs to himself and playfully scratches a nail against the hand lodged in his pocket.

“Then go away,” he says. No chance, is what runs through his head, and the coy smile you flash him is as equally predictable as the word he knows you’ll say next, starting with n and ending in o.

(43) Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

Ever since Levi figured out how to share locations, he’s become obsessed with watching you move around on the map on his phone. Numerous times, he’s slipped up on spending hours watching your little circle move, sometimes not even moving at all.

If you had any complaints, he hasn’t heard them, though he very much doubts that you’ll complain in the future now that his stalking has worked out in your favour.

You might have initially thought that bumping into Levi outside the supermarket was a rather delightful coincidence — that was until he moved across the city, and has no real business in your area unless it concerns you.

“Perfect timing,” you say once you see him crossing the small car park in your direction. He has half a mind to pretend he hasn’t seen you and keep walking, but watching you struggle with your shopping is painful enough.

He grunts, reaching for the bag that is squeezing the blood from your fingers. “Don’t get proud about it.”

Sniggering, you happily let Levi grab the overweight bags and fall into an even step beside him. 

“Why do you have so much stuff?” Levi huffs. To be fair, the bags aren’t that heavy, but he can’t see any reason for you to have bought so much considering you live at his house more often than you do your own. “You gonna share this shit?”

“If you want,” you reply. “You paid for it.”

His tongue clicks. Levi hasn’t paid you a penny since he last felt guilty about the fact he rarely paid you, despite that being the very foundation of your relationship in the first place, but even with what he paid you and hasn’t since that point, he knows your bank account is more than comfortable. Paying for all of this has barely made a dent, but that’s what the money’s there for.

He makes his way to his car pulled up outside the car park turning in a layby and struggles in his pocket for his keys.

“I live five minutes away,” you remind him, steps slowing. 

“No, you just said you’d share it, so we're going to mine.”

With a sigh, you’re left with no other choice but to follow him to his car. “You know, the romance of you carrying my bags is lost now you’ve only walked it to the car.”

Before he pops open the boot of the car, he turns to you and sneers, “You want me to walk back and let you do it yourself?”

There’s no argument to be had. You get into the car.

(44) Standing between them and a busy road.

Habits. Levi hates to keep track of how many he’s developed since you entered his life almost two years ago. Time has gone by so quickly since the day he first met you, in the worst way possible, but since then, he’s transformed into a whole new person, a whole new paranoid man who overthinks everything because there’s no other option.

His habits as of late include worrying about you whenever you’re not around — whenever he’s at work, he’ll think of you. Whenever he’s in a different city or country, Levi will obsessively worry over what you might be doing, who might be on your trail, scenting your every move while you’re vulnerable. Another habit includes feeling like an overbearing parent even when he’s in the same five mile radius, but at least he’s self aware of it.

If you’ve noticed Levi becoming more clingy, less like who he swore he’d never change from, you haven’t mentioned it yet. Perhaps a small mercy to save him the mortifying task of admitting that he has feelings stored away for you. 

Today, Levi has fallen victim to his habits of worry and has walked himself all the way to your university just to walk you all the way back home. His home, not yours. In a sense, your home, too. In an unspoken way.

Levi stands waiting for you in the overhang, gaze trained on the thick grey sky until he hears your class file out of the building in a chatter. Sasha is who he sees first, followed by another one of your friends he’s never met but has seen on Instagram once or twice, and then he sees you, looking thankfully in good spirits, and all too beautiful for your own good.

When you see him standing with his hands in his pockets, he allows himself the pleasure of pride when you break away from your friends just to join him, the smile on your face so genuine and radiant that he has to scoff in amusement.

“Hey, you,” you call, falling into his arms. 

“Hey, yourself.”

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” you confess, pulling away to stare curiously at his withdrawn expression. Levi is already twisting an arm around your waist to walk you down the step and across the lawn. “I told Sasha I’d go to her café and wait for her shift to end. Didn’t you have that thing today?”

“What thing?” he mutters.

“The thing with Erwin. And some deadbeat called George, or something.”

“How many Korean men do you know named George?” Levi deadpans, though his arm does tighten around you in caution. “You shouldn’t even know about that. How do you even know?”

The busy road widens into view as you leave the closed campus. Levi’s pretty much counting the days before you graduate and never have to come here again, and the time is passing strangely slow in that department. It feels like it’s been ages since you enrolled, and he wants nothing more than for you to leave and become the greatest journalist in the world — or whatever it is you even want to do when you’re done. 

As you walk, you lean into Levi’s side, furthering the distance between yourself and the road bustling with cars and buses. He frowns.

One of your habits since the accident on the bridge with your family had been to avoid busy roads, as if convinced something might happen again. You’ve told him numerous times that it’s irrational, but Levi doesn’t think so. It’s a very normal thing to feel afraid of everything, even when those things are a little on the unrealistic side.

Naturally, it results in Levi sliding his arm from around your waist and replacing it with his other one, positioning himself between you and the chaotic lines of commuting cars going home.

His heart flips when you smile at him for it, linking your arm around his while moving your waist out of his grip. Levi tries not to let it get to his head how much you trust him, how much he cares for you. But by the minute, he’s losing the will to keep it hidden.

(45) Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

Back to habits, there are some that Levi has that he’s not particularly as proud of. But, as expected, you’re as good as it gets, and any habit he thinks he might have gotten away with hiding, somehow you pick up on it.

Levi flicks through a blueprint laying flat over his kitchen table, his hands nervously drumming the edge of the tabletop as he tries to memorise the elaborate labyrinth of a building he’ll be breaking into later to find his next hit. Usually, Levi has you at his home before and just after taking a job, just to eliminate the threat of you being hurt as a punishment. 

He wishes that the company gave you unrestricted entry and protection without him being there to clear it, but in order for that privilege, Levi needed to address you as his partner, which just felt like an even larger target on your head. So, he settles for his home, though the worry does not cease.

This building is riddled with passageways and vaults, basement levels with so many access points that studying them feels intense. One wrong recollection could come at the cost of his life, and at the minute, his life has increased in value. Things are finally going right for him, it would be a shame to have it all taken away from him again.

A text from Erwin sounds next to him, and Levi all but glances at the screen to see what’s happening. All assistance available should he need it — he almost sighs with relief at the words.

In the past, Levi had thought he could never work in cohorts with other hitmen, but becoming partners with Erwin and his henchmen has been working in his favour. 

Still, it doesn’t hurt to learn the layout off by heart. So, Levi pours himself over the blueprints and maps, memorising every detail, becoming so engrossed in it that he barely even hears you letting yourself inside of his apartment.

Your shoes hit the wall with a noise that makes him suddenly aware of your arrival, and he glances up to see you peeking into the kitchen, eyes scanning the room for any unfortunate signs of Elio before you approach him.

He notices the street market bag and inhales the smell of spice before looking back at the maps. “Hope you’re gonna share that.”

“Of course,” you reply, offended he even thought you might not. You place the container of tteokbokki on the table before sliding around to his side, eyes glued to the rolls of paper. “Where’s this?”

“Less you know, the better,” he mutters, leaning his head into your mouth as you kiss his jaw. 

For a while, you say nothing, letting Levi memorise what he needs to while you assess the prints for yourself. Eventually, you shift your hand over his and squeeze, making him glance at you sideways. 

You’re looking at him already, though you can’t see his eyes from the way he’s hunched over. Spotting Levi’s signs of anxiety must be incredibly easy, because somehow you’ve caught on, and begin to rub the back of his hand with your thumb, nose pressed into his bicep. 

“Come eat,” you suggest quietly, after a while of basking in the silence with him.

He grunts, a typical Levi sound, and nudges you away. Though, you only shuffle to the drawer to fetch two forks — forks! He scoffs, rolling his shoulders as he rounds the table to take one from your fingers. 

“Easier to stab with a fork,” you offer as an explanation.

“If my mother was here to see me eating tteokbokki with a fork, she’d lose her goddamn mind.”

“Well…” You start, trailing off after a moment. You’ve got nothing to say; he’s won the argument just by bringing Kuchel up, and both of you know it.

Scowling, you stab another wedge of tteok and chew it furiously, meanwhile Levi smirks to himself, victorious.

(46) Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

“I need to retire. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“No way. How old are you now, like, twenty eight?”

“…I’m thirty.”

“Best looking thirty year old I’ve ever seen. Roll over, I’ll massage your back, if you want?”

If he ever refuses a massage from you, he’s an idiot.

Levi rolls over ungraciously, hitting the mattress on his stomach with a low groan. He rolls his shoulders, the bones cracking comically loud, and as you shuffle up to straddle his back, he groans again.

“Oh fuck off, I’m not heavy.”

Levi sniggers into the pillow, though as soon as your hands start to work their magic, he moans, the pleasure instantaneous. 

“Make a house back there, if you want. Just don’t stop.”

(47) Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

“I can’t do it if you’re not here, Levi. You need to get over here.”

“Do you not see that I’m trying?”

“You’re terrible at this game.”

Levi scoffs. He wouldn’t be so terrible if he actually knew how to play properly. His character begins to run in circles without him even asking him to, and Levi growls angrily.

“Fucks sake, this bitch is pissing me off.” Then, he wrangles the controller from your hands as you protest and says, “You be him instead.”

“But I don’t want to be Cody.”

“Me neither.”

As soon as you start moving little Cody around, Levi peers in scrutiny at the controller in your hand and how it so suddenly has stopped drifting on its own. There’s a circular dent in your inner cheek where your tongue is, and Levi scowls in your direction.

“You were sabotaging me,” he accuses, eyes focused back on May as she stumbles around uncoordinatedly.

“I think you’re just really bad,” you reply. Cody is moving fine, and finally, the mechanism moves and the story can progress. Hm.

Levi’s eyes bore into yours as you shift to face him, elbows snug in the blanket bundled around you both. Levi has been laying low for around two weeks now — he’s surprised with just how much he likes not having to work. Though, there have been a few times whilst playing this infuriating game where Levi has wished to be anywhere else. 

“You’re good at a lot of things,” you tell him sincerely, “but just not games. And that’s okay. You tried.”

“I’m good at games,” he replies, offended.

You raise your eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Your animal living game.”

“Animal Crossing?”

“Sure, that too.”

All Levi has ever done on Animal Crossing is make a character and proceed to hit everybody with his fishing net, not to mention dig holes around your front door so you can’t get out. Still, you say nothing — the look of disbelief speaks volumes to Levi and he rolls his eyes, turning back to May as she wanders off to the side of the screen and falls off.

Okay. He’s bad at games. That he’ll admit. But you like it, and by the time he’s gotten the hang of the controls, it’s already four in the morning.

(48) Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

Remember those habits?

“You remembered!”

If not just to see your smile, Levi likes to bring you one of the expensive bags of coffee from Erwin’s studio. You could quite easily buy the bags yourself, but there’s no thrill in ordering something and having it arrive in due time, not like there is in making Levi steal three at a time as he leaves a meeting or training session.

Levi sets the bags with a loud thud by the coffee machine and hums. 

“And you got me a drink!”

Yes. He has also become a barista and familiarised himself with the exact way you like to drink your coffee. The takeout cup he also borrowed from Erwin is placed down by your laptop as you relentlessly type away at an assignment at Levi’s kitchen table, and he presses a kiss to your temple and mutters under his breath.

“Thanks, babe,” you say, already sipping at the steamy contents.

“It’s hot,” he points out. “You’ll only cry when you singe all your taste-buds off.”

“I will not—” You slurp, then hiss, “Ow!”

“I warned you.”

(49) Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

You know what? No. Levi has given up on pretending like he doesn’t enjoy you being in his grill all day, every day, which is the reasoning for why he ends up in an expensive jewellery store with Erwin one day after a long haul of inspecting an upcoming raid location.

In all honesty, Levi wants to put his work to rest once the raid is all over. It will be their riskiest ploy to date, and quite frankly, Levi’s tired. He’s been killing people for years, cutting at the humanity he has left, and back in the day he would have been very comfortable with being a monster, killing until he was killed.

But now he had you. Now, Levi had someone to care about, so deeply and so passionately that it often left him feeling sick.

“That’s called love, Levi,” is what Erwin had said when Levi chose the rare option of opening up when he tried to explain why he wanted to retire early. 

“Love,” he scoffed. But then Erwin had said something profoundly wholesome, leaving Levi with a bitter taste in his mouth.

“You’re not unloveable just because you loved nothing for so long. I know it took you awhile to get back to where you are now, but just because love went wrong once before doesn’t mean it has to again. Besides, almost two years of your bullshit and that woman is still there — I don’t think you need to be worried about her pulling away from you once you tell her how you feel.”

Which roughly translated to: Buy her something nice and quash until you can’t any longer.

Once Levi gets home, he hears you giggling at something and finds you with a book over your face, your legs kicking as you squeal like a goblin. His face twists and he asks, “That book got jokes in it, or something?”

You peer around the spine and look at him. “They kissed. They. Kissed!”

“Who kissed?” Levi makes his way to the couch and takes a seat where you were just lying down. The cushions are warm — you’ve been here a while, and the thought makes him smile. 

“Evangeline and Jacks. It’s all so perfect. I didn't like most of the book, but what matters is that they kissed,” you tell him, a little too excited. You plant your feet in Levi’s lap. “I love love, Levi. It is the greatest. I love books. Men written by women!”

“Why are you giggling over other men in my own house?” 

“I giggle over you when you’re not around, too.”

He hums once from the back of his throat, watching as you mark the page with your bookmark and close the book before crawling into his lap and curling into his arms. He welcomes you instinctively, the blocky shape of the ring he bought in his pocket.

After smooching your lips for a long fifteen minutes, Levi pulls away and reaches for the box. “Got something for you.”

“Ooh, show me!”

He produces the little box and hands it to you, but when your eyes round and you hesitate in taking it, he worries.

“I’m not proposing,” he says quickly.

“Thank god. I was about to be very upset,” you sigh dramatically, finally taking the ring box. “Most unromantic proposal ever.”

“The fact you think I’d be that lousy with a proposal is actually really offensive.”

The genuine grumble in his voice puts a flutter in your stomach, though soon after, it simmers into a cool pit of shock when you flip open the box and see the most delicate, gorgeous ring that you’ve ever seen in your life, not counting ones you ogle in shopfronts.

Cautiously, you lift your head to peer at Levi’s expression. It’s not a proposal — he’s just told you so, and considering you’re not even his girlfriend in official terms yet, it seems unlikely that anything like that will be happening soon. But it has to be more than just an offhanded purchase, and you’re determined to figure out.

Levi’s eyes tremble as he looks between you and the ring. “Is it ugly?”

You immediately shake your head, “Of course not!”

“Put it on, then,” he urges. The steady beat of his heart stutters out of tempo. Suddenly, he feels quite nervous as he watches you take out the ring and study its appearance up close. “Need help?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard, I can’t figure out how to put it on. Needs instructions.”

Levi tuts and gently takes the ring from between your fingers, grabbing your ring finger whilst trying to look as casual as possible. Somehow, he manages to slide the ring on without making a fool of himself, but when he looks back at your face and sees gemstones of your own lining your waterline, he frowns.

“I’m not gonna sit here and give a speech,” he starts. By now, you know him better than that. He’s never opened up about his feelings to you, at least not without feeling regretful of it the morning after, and you nod simply, eyes catching the glint of the diamond. “But you know why I’ve bought it. I don’t need to tell you what you already know.”

And he doesn’t. Somehow, despite Levi being tremendously unromantic, having no manners, and in general being a terrible companion, you at least know that he cares. And with his upcoming job creeping up on you both, it doesn’t require an above-average intelligence to work out why this ring came when it did, what it means if things go south, what it means regardless.

“I know,” you tell him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

Instead of saying anything, Levi curls you tighter in his arms and presses a kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes when you snuggle your face into his collar and relax. 

His mind has been made, his plans set. As soon as the job is over, he doesn’t want to look back. Only forward, with the woman who has made him feel alive again.

(50) Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Something is wrong. Something is horribly wrong, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

It has been days since Levi told you he’d touched down in New York, working out some stuff in the very famous Continental until he was set to join Erwin on whatever mission they had planned and prepared for. Levi hadn’t told you the details this time because the risks were too high, and now, it feels like a major setback. 

New York is on fire, and Levi barely kept his life getting out of the Silver Sword compound. An entire mob wiped out by two guys with no backup — it was practically unprecedented, unseen or unheard of since John Wick was knocking around. 

The Continental had done everything right in the aftermath, including keeping Levi in their small infirmary for days whilst tending to his excessive wounds. Fuck, he had been so reckless, so vengeful, so stupid. It had almost cost him his life ensuring that no leads followed him and Erwin back to Seoul, and although he had succeeded in destroying every last bit of incriminating evidence, the risks had been too great. 

When Levi finally gets discharged from the infirmary, it is almost eleven in the evening, and New York has finally calmed down and settled in for the night. Erwin greets Levi in the lobby, a frown on his face, holding a destroyed black bundle of phone parts that bear a striking resemblance to Levi’s missing device. He swears.

Levi hasn’t heard from you since he got here. Since the last risky job he took in Gwangju last year, you’ve never been lax while he’s been away; he can almost imagine your fear, your paranoia, and before he can even hear Erwin’s well wishes, Levi’s crossing the lobby for the customer payphone and dialing in your number.

The line rings twice before someone picks up.

“Baby?” Levi asks, after three attempts of saying your name and no coherent response. He cranes his head around the curly wire and glares at the clerk, though she looks less than pleased being interrupted by Levi, “Is this a global line?”

“Obviously, sir. It’s a telephone.”

“I fucking know it’s a telephone, but if it’s global, then why the hell isn’t it working?”

The girl gives him grief about his manners and Levi is forced to give up on calling you, slamming down the phone angrily and feeling his body growing hotter and hotter with worry.

He knows you're fine, in his house with the big cat you hate to love, but he knows you. He knows how you operate, how you worry, how you love him too much.

“Look, we’ll catch the first flight we can,” Erwin assures him as soon as Levi has caught his breath and taken a seat on one of the black leather sofas. His hands are shaking violently. “She’s fine. I promise.”

“I know she’s fine,” Levi grumbles.

“Then get a hold of yourself,” sighs Erwin, his frown low and face tired. “There’s nothing you can do but wait. I’ve got people waiting on me, as well, you know.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Dogs miss their owners just as much as girlfriends miss their boyfriends,” Erwin protests, because that’s all he has back home these days.

There had been a time where you had offered to set him up with your friend, Sasha, who deserved to be with a man who could handle her energy but also make her feel safe after her last terrible relationship, but Erwin is basically married to his work, and had got a dog despite Sasha being deathly allergic.

Still, Levi’s not heartless enough to know that Erwin isn’t missed by his dog, and probably other people in his life. And he’s right, there’s nothing he can do about the connection problems. All he can do is reign in his worries and wait.

The earliest flight they can find is the next morning, and Levi spends every second up to that point and up until he pulls up outside of his house in a complete state of panic. Would you be there? Did you leave, thinking he’d never come back? 

Levi abandons his bag and leaves it in the backseat as he sprints from the car up the stairs, past his front door, and into his house. He kicks off his shoes once he’s in, the door hitting the wall with a booming slam.

He hears what he thinks might be scuffles, potentially even Elio’s claws, and right as Levi calls out your name, he sees you round the corner with a blotchy red face and feels his arms stretching out for you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You slam into his chest, almost taking him to the floor, and encircle your arms around his neck so hard that the breath knocks out of his lungs. Still, he isn’t even annoyed; he squeezes you so tightly, tighter than he’s ever hugged anyone before, and shoves his face into your neck, inhaling the smell, feeling the way your body felt in memories while he was away. 

“I’m sorry,” he says in a whisper, his features tugged in displeasure as you whimper into him, no doubt crying over his shirt. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I thought you were dead!” you blurt, “I even cried on Elio’s back because I thought you had died! What’s the point in having a phone if you never pick it up or charge it?” You snatch yourself from his arms and gently beat against his chest with your fist. “I’m so pissed off at you!”

“I’m sorry that my phone got crushed,” he says, affronted that you would even think he’d ignore your calls on purpose. “I was in a hospital bed for three days! And then the bitchy receptionist got smart with me about their shitty phone, and I called but the line cut out. Sounded like a goddamn robot, I couldn’t hear a word you were saying.”

Your jaw drops, “That was you? I thought you’d died and some enemy gang guy was trying to call me to kill me!” Levi has to laugh at the look of worry on your face. He hasn’t been cared for in this way in a long time. Never been loved to this volume. “I unplugged the landline, I was so scared! Jesus Christ, Levi!” Then, like you never left, you rush back into his arms and let out a shaky cry. 

“You did the right thing,” he tells you. Unplugging the landline was the silliest thing he could have ever thought of, but then he realises that you’re still here, and that you made peace with Elio just because you thought he had died.

Levi strokes the back of your head and shushes you, feeling your heartbeat hammering furiously against his chest. His is most likely the same, though he’s not so eager to acknowledge his own feelings.

After a while of standing there, and after Levi’s stroked behind Elio’s ears when he prowls towards them and rubs his head on Levi’s trousers, Levi looks back at you softly and takes everything in.

He has missed you more than anything, grieved the missing piece of his soul that is shaped like you. And, while he’s at it, yes! Fucking hell! He loves you!

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you tell him, and Levi kisses you, his hands cradling your face. The kiss is firm, desperate, though he has no intention of walking you backwards towards the bedroom like he normally does after a job.

Instead, he pulls you in for a hug again. 

“I missed you,” he mutters. “So fucking much.”

“Me too.”

He says with his mouth pressed into your head, “I’m done with this shit. I’m not taking any more jobs.”

You twist out of his arms, eyebrows raised. “Really? Why? You love your job.”

“I hate my job,” Levi confesses. “I have too much to lose. I just wanna live my life. And make it all count for something.”

For a moment, you stand there, looking at his face so intently that he almost feels uncomfortable. But then, as a smile spreads over your face, Levi feels like he can finally breathe again, finally feel like himself.

“Alright. If that’s what you want, babe, then let’s do that.”

And we can do it together.

(51) Getting adjusted.

Levi forgot what it was like to be normal.

He now wakes up at whatever time he wants to, feeling next to him for the lump in the bed where you sleep. Once he knows you’re still there (because despite being retired, he doesn’t think the habit of making sure you’re safe will ever go away), Levi wakes up and starts his day. 

Coffee for one becomes coffee for two. Levi never has to eat breakfast on his own, never sits alone on the sofa or sits in silence at the kitchen table. Levi has lost half of his sink counter space to your belongings, lost half of his wardrobe to your own clothes. There are so many shoes by his front door that it looks like a storefront. 

Elio has a mother, in a strange, estranged, visitation-hours-only kind of way. Levi has made room for you in his life and you fit perfectly, so perfectly that he barely remembers what it ever felt like to live alone.

The shower is always filled with two people. Levi finds your things all over the house in the most bizarre places. He has candles on every coffee table, pictures in frames, finds your cardigans hanging over every chair. But he loves it. He loves it so much. He can’t imagine ever not having it, having you, having this life.

(52) Finally saying the words.

“This is my first time using this thing.”

“What?” you gasp as Levi comes to sit next to you on the balcony.

Elio yawns inside, sleeping on the couch. It is partly his fault that Levi’s out here in the first place, though the thought of being tucked beside you on the outdoor couch in a blanket, watching the sun sink behind the skyline, is thankfully rather appealing, and he voices no complaints.

Levi takes a swig of his whiskey and abandons the cup on the table, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. It’s not exactly cold tonight, but he knows you too well, and knows that within an hour, you’ll be dithering next to him.

“Imagine having a balcony and never using it.”

“I’m using it now,” Levi huffs, pinching your neck. You squeal, “Fuck off, it didn’t hurt.”

You’ve been officially living in Levi’s home for two months now, although sometimes it feels like you’ve always been here. Still, despite you making yourself very much at home on the inside, neither of you have once come out to sit on the balcony, to bask in the lovely sun as it settles for the night, not until today. 

“When’s Erwin coming?”

“Bout an hour or so,” Levi says in a low drawl, his head tilted back and hand massaging the side of your head. It had been your idea to invite a bunch of people over to your house — the house you now shared — and frightfully, Levi hadn’t opposed. It would be nice to share the wealth of simply being alive with people he now had the patience to care about. 

You shuffle to look at him, and Levi picks up his head at the sound of you moving. Like always, Levi thinks you look beautiful, but since he’s made you his girlfriend, it has felt like every time he looks at you, he can’t breathe properly.

“I’m excited. This is our first time hosting a party together,” you grin, while Levi thumbs your ear and smiles. “Do you think Elio will eat Erwin’s dog?”

“No. Elio’s moved back onto a pescatarian diet, so I think Erwin’s mutt will be safe.”

“Good. I bought him a bone, do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’s a dog. Yes, I expect, why are you asking me this?” Levi asks, eyebrows scrunched, though he pulls you close to where his mouth is and kisses you straight on the lips. “Stop stressing.”

“I can’t help it. I’m nervous! It’s all so serious! What if nobody likes our house?”

He shrugs. “I don’t give a shit who does or doesn’t like our house. It’s ours.”

“Hnnngh. And I want you to have a good time!” you whine. “You deserve a bit of fun in your life.”

“My life is always fun now that you’re my girlfriend.”

He’s instantly won himself brownie points by saying that.

“Just tell me if it gets too much,” you mutter, lips on his, mouths together. “Okay?”

Levi hums. “Yeah.” Then, after he’s kissed you three more times and felt his heart shake, he nudges his nose against yours and says, “I love you, y’know that, right?”

You pause, eyes rounding wide as you take in the sight of him. Levi has never said those words before, not explicitly. But now is as good a time as any, right?

Levi has spent far too much of his life withdrawing from his emotions, hiding away from what matters most out of a fear of caring too much. In the past, he had cared too much and lost it all. You were never supposed to be something he cared about, but when it had happened, it happened so fast he hadn’t had the time to make sense of it all.

But now, now that he’s been through it all with you, ticked every box imaginable, become comfortable being vulnerable again, Levi thinks he’s finally ready to accept the love he deserves and dole it out to those who mean the most to him.

Your mouth moves against his, though he can’t understand the words coming out. He laughs, confused, and somehow manages to pull away and ask, “What’re you even saying?”

All for you to blubber out in a laugh, “I’ve been waiting for ages for you to say that!”

His heart bursts, chest soars. “You could have said it first.”

“I’ve said it before,” you protest, “in actions.”

He scoffs, “So have I.”

And he has, you really can’t deny it.

“Say it again, won’t you?” you ask sweetly, kissing the corner of his mouth, and Levi sighs, like asking that of him is simply too much.

“I love you. You make me very happy.” Levi groans when you cackle and squish the breath out of him with a hug, but this time, he sniggers too. Why waste the moment on pretending to be indifferent when he’s actually the happiest he’s ever been?

Levi Ackerman can finally say that he feels good. He feels safe, he feels content, he feels comfortable — and most of all, he feels loved. And in love. And totally at peace in the world with the person who makes him the happiest.

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Pretty

“I like that dress,” Coriolanus says, champagne glass in his hand. He’s spread out on some velvet sofa in probably the tenth boutique they’ve gone to today.

Looking for a dress for Soarynn to wear to the ball.

He’s not some heartless monster, and he did say he’d take her shopping. She looks entirely overwhelmed as she stands on the circular pedestal surrounded by both mirrors and employees trying to make this work.

Everything Soarynn likes, Coriolanus hates. She’s drawn to simple, boring, underwhelming gowns. He’s drawn to ornate, exciting, over-the-top gowns. And expensive gowns on top of all that. Coriolanus wants everyone to know that he can afford to buy his pretty girl the prettiest dress.

She looks so pretty right now.

One employee is grabbing all the excess fabric that’s gathered at Soarynn’s waist, “If we bring it in at the waist…adjust the straps…”

He can tell Soarynn’s over it, that she’s beginning to grow tired and he hasn’t ever seen a more irate side of Soarynn but he’s willing to bet today will be the day.

“Okay,” she says softly, causing everyone in the establishment to freeze, “I’ll take this one.”

It’s a fucking celebration.

Soarynn goes back to the dressing room to change while Coriolanus settles the bill, chatting with all the ladies about how he’s such a good boyfriend for taking his pretty girl shopping. “Well my girl deserves the best,” he says, feeling a much smaller body come to stand next to his, her small hand grabbing his large one. He lets everyone fawn over them before they’re instructed to come back in one week to see if any more alterations need to be made.

“I think you made an excellent choice,” he tells Soarynn as they walk outside. Soarynn shrugs, pulling her handbag onto her shoulder, “I just didn’t want to try on any more dresses,” she mumbles, “can we go to my house?”

Coriolanus hums, knowing not to push her to go to his house. She’s had a long day his pretty girl, trying on dresses, socializing with so many people. It’s a hard life she has.

꧁ ꧂

They’re greeted by a meow when they walk into the Nightingale’s townhouse.

Soarynn drops his hand instantly to scoop up her cat, smiling while she spins the two of them around, “Oh, Petunia I missed you.” Coriolanus watches his girlfriend fawn over her cat while he shrugs off his coat, his eyes scanning the foyer of the home. Her dad isn’t here right now, he’s at work which means it’s just them in this large townhouse.

Coriolanus would describe Glen Nightingale as a quiet man but one whose word is law. He hasn’t realized how smart the man would be, how unlike his daughter, he’d pick up on Coriolanus’s intentions. He’d drilled Coriolanus the first time he came over for dinner.

“So what are your intentions with my daughter?” He’d asked, sipping his whiskey while looking Coriolanus in the eye over the brim of his glass.

Coriolanus had swallowed his food before flashing him a smile, “I think it goes without saying that I’m very fond of your daughter sir, I simply wish to make her happy.” He’d only practiced saying that in the mirror a hundred times before coming over.

Glen didn’t buy it.

“So you can promise me that you have no other intentions with my daughter? That you two haven’t engaged in any type of intercourse in the short week you’ve been seeing each other?”

Soarynn had turned pink and let out an embarrassed whine, “Father don’t ask questions like that,” she’d mumbled, poking at her food. She’d barely eaten but Coriolanus could’ve guessed why.

She was nervous.

But Coriolanus wasn’t nervous. No, he was prepared. He took her hand from under the table and pressed a kiss onto it before looking back at Glen, a man who posed no threat to him or his intentions with Soarynn.

“We haven’t done a thing, sir.”

Now their dynamic had drastically changed since they’d both uttered those three words to each other the night he took her virginity.

“I love you.”

She might as well have locked a chain around her ankle and given him the key because she was never leaving now.

He’d said it to her just the other night in front of his parents. Both gave very different reactions. His mother was ecstatic of course, she’d always been a romantic at heart. She adored Soarynn and thought she was the perfect match for her darling son.

His father on the other hand simply rolled his eyes, all too removed from his son’s life to truly keep up with who he was in love with. “It’s awfully soon to be saying things like that,” he’d grunted.

Crassus Snow was a man who never held back when it came to his opinions and he made sure to let Soarynn know exactly what he thought about her and the relationship she had with his son. “I assume you’ll be willing to bear my son's children if you feel comfortable expressing your love for him,” he’d said, pinning her down in her seat.

Soarynn had turned into a deer in headlights, truly petrified by the cold demeanor of the head of the Snow family. Coriolanus had come to her rescue though, placing his hand on top of hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Children are far in the future father,” he’d said calmly, “right now we just want to focus on the present.” If only he could tell his father the truth, how Soarynn bled on his cock and the only way to keep her in his pocket was to utter those three powerful words.

Coriolanus glanced at the outfit Soarynn was wearing today. It was a short dress with ruffles and she had a ribbon tying her hair back like usual. He loved to pull the ribbons out of her head, slip them into his pocket. Soarynn would frown sometimes when he did it, but she never commented on it.

She was so quiet his pretty girl.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” He suggests, wanting to get off his feet for a while. Soarynn nods and leads them up the grand marble staircase.

The Nightingale’s townhouse was most impressive. Although they didn’t live on the Corso like Coriolanus, they were still very wealthy and their home was a sure sign of that. They had a backyard, two floors, and Mr. Nightingale had mentioned buying Soarynn a car in the near future.

As if Coriolanus would ever let her drive anywhere.

Soarynn’s room was the opposite of his. It was full of color and personality. Although it lacked photographs of her and her friends. Probably because she didn’t have any.

Her bed was a canopy and several stuffed animals sat on top of the covers. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the bed, taking one shoe off and then the other. He watches Soarynn continue to play with Petunia, giggling when the cat does something that amuses her.

Soarynn had told Coriolanus one night that Petunia was her best friend. How tragic he’d thought, to have a cat be your only friend.

But Coriolanus would change that. Introduce her to the right people, make the right connections. With his guidance, Soarynn could flourish.

Once his shoes were off he made himself more comfortable on her bed, moving a few stuffed animals to the side. It took Soarynn a moment to join him, she was always more timid about showing affection and so blatantly at that.

But eventually, she crawls onto the bed, into his strong hold. Coriolanus places a kiss on the top of her head, appreciating how domestic this all feels. Sometimes he forgets how this all began, his obsession to make her his, how he made her his, what he did to her.

He often wonders if she thinks of it too, how he took her virginity, what he did to her. If she does then Soarynn doesn’t mention it. Probably too nervous to bring it up. They simply moved past it.

They had sex, no need to make it into something bigger than what it already is.

"Thank you for buying my dress," she whispers, her legs tangling with his. Coriolanus smiles, at least she's grateful. Even if she hates it she'll still thank him. "You're welcome," he replies, his hand slipping under her dress. He hears Soarynn's breath hitch but she doesn't stop him.

She tried to in the beginning, insisting that once was more than enough. He'd chuckled at her way of thinking, thinking that he could get enough of her and her cunt after only one time. No. He needed her every day. And he'd take her every day if he could if they weren't so busy with school and their lives.

"I think I'd like you on top," he says, squeezing her ass.

Soarynn whimpers, her legs pressing together as he continues to feel her up from underneath her dress. It's a pretty dress. A pretty dress for a pretty girl. "I've never been on top Coriolanus," she whispers, her hand clutching his shirt. It's true. Coriolanus has taken her in many positions but he's always been on top, in charge. He still will be, but he wants to watch her take him inch by inch.

"You'll be my good girl," he tells her, sitting up, his hand slipping between her legs, "take it like you should hmm?"

Soarynn's need and want to be good, to be praised was something Coriolanus used to his advantage. If she pleased him, listened to him, she was rewarded with soft kisses and kind smiles. If she didn't, well, she hadn't gotten to that point yet although he knew she would eventually. Sooner or later Soarynn would grow a little defiant, push back, snap at him. And he'd be quick to correct such bratty behavior.

“Yes,” she whispers, her head slightly dropping in shame.

Coriolanus had expected her to be upset with him after taking her virginity, maybe even a little bashful but he hadn’t expected her to be so…ashamed.

She begged him not to tell anyone, especially her father. And he didn’t. Well, he didn’t tell her father at least. He hadn’t planned to but he did tell his friends about how tight of a cunt Soarynn Nightingale has.

He smiles and presses a kiss to her temple, “Good girl.”

He’s quick to get her undressed, he wants to see all of his pretty girl. She’s wearing some of the lingerie he bought her, something he smugly notes. If he buys her something, she’ll wear it. She wants to please him, make him happy. She’s so thoughtful his pretty girl.

His lips are moving against hers while his bulge grows bigger and bigger to the point where she can feel it and lets out a whimper. “You know what to do pretty girl,” he whispers, his hands grabbing her waist.

It’s been a rather tedious process, teaching Soarynn exactly how to please him. Coriolanus selflessly took it upon himself though, knowing how well it would pay off in the end. Since then Soarynn has been much better in the bedroom. Coriolanus wasn’t a monster, he wanted her to enjoy sex. But only with him. She would only know what it felt like to be stuck on his cock, no one else’s. The mere thought of another man seeing her like this pushed him past anger and into obsession.

Soarynn’s shaky hands unbuttoned his pants, grabbing his hard bulge through his boxers. Coriolanus groans, slightly bucking into her small hand, “Don’t tease me, love, do what I showed you.”

Soarynn pulls away from the kiss, breathless as always while she pulls down his boxers with her other hand, letting his hard cock spring out. She swallows and looks into his eyes, she’s nervous.

Coriolanus nods and Soarynn begins to stroke him up and down with her hand, getting him nice and ready to fuck that sweet little cunt of hers. Coriolanus moans, throwing his head back while she pleases him, and then he feels her warm mouth on him.

As much as she’d hate to admit it, Soarynn can give a good blowjob. She always manages to get him to his peak and she does it without complaint. Although she rarely ever complains.

He grabs her hair, bobbing her head up and down at the pace he wants, swearing at how well she takes him, “There you go,” he says, “taking me so good. Always gonna be my little slut huh?”

He can picture it now. Their future. Soarynn swollen with his child, on her knees while she pleases him, those beautiful eyes looking up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world. They’ll have a good marriage, she’ll make him happy and he’ll buy her whatever she wants.

They’ll be happy.

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Her skin is so soft. Coriolanus can feel how well Soarynn takes care of her body while he traces his finger up and down her arm. He appreciates that about Soarynn. She’s soft, she’s clean, and she’s hairless. He had worried how she maintained everything for a moment before he had her in his clutches but Soarynn was just full of surprises.

“That’s pretty,” Soarynn mumbles, pointing at the television. It draws his attention back to the screen and away from her, “Hmm? Oh, that dress she’s wearing?” Soarynn hums and nuzzles back into his chest, letting out a content sigh.

They’re in her living room watching television. It’s so domestic. And ironic considering he just fucked her until she was crying less than an hour ago. But she wanted to watch Lucky Flickerman’s show and Coriolanus was happy to oblige.

She’s curled up against him while he’s laid out on the sofa, a blanket covering them, his arms wrapped around her, providing security.

The dress she’s so fascinated with is light pink. Whoever Lucky is interviewing can barely pull the dress off but Soarynn certainly could. Coriolanus made a mental note to buy it for her so then he could be the one pulling it off.

“Do you ever think about the future?” He asks, staring out the window into her backyard. Soarynn lifts her head up to look at him and she looks so pretty with her hair all messed up, a few bruises on her neck. “The future?” She repeats, her brows furrowing. Coriolanus nods, absentmindedly brushing her hair from her face, “You know, getting married, having kids. All that.”

He begins to wonder if he’s the only one thinking this far ahead because Soarynn frowns, “I think most people are just focused on graduating,” she tells him softly. She has a point. It’s their last year, the last few months. Best not to get ahead of himself.

“We would have cute kids,” he decides, ignoring how surprised she looks at his statement. “They’d look just like a Snow,” he continues, admiring her blonde hair and blue eyes, making her the perfect candidate to have children with to ensure they look just like him.

Soarynn bites her lip but doesn’t say anything. She just lays her head back down and they sit in silence, watching Lucky Flickerman’s television show.

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"Now your professor left me with some worksheets for you to complete. Please don't forget to write your names at the top," the substitute says somewhat exasperatedly. Their professor was sick today which meant their literature class was stuck doing busy work. Coriolanus didn't mind though. It meant he got to mess around with his friends and he got to bother Soarynn.

So it was a win-win.

Coriolanus was quick to finish his assignment, wanting to get it out of the way. Soarynn had finished slightly before him but then again she wasn't the one socializing. He tried to get her engaged in the conversation between him and Festus but she was so enamored by her book so he settled for holding her hand under the table.

"My mom won't get off my back about this stupid ball," Festus says with a groan, tossing his pencil onto his desk. Coriolanus smirks, happy he already has his tailored suit prepared for the upcoming ball, "Why? Is she scared you might drug some professor's daughter again trying to get into her pants?" Festus rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "That only happened once and it was a mistake," he defends. Coriolanus glances to his left to see Soarynn so deeply invested in her book, leaning against her hand as she reads, "Ask one of the girls," he says, still watching Soarynn, "Like Clemmie or Arachne."

He knows neither of the girls is the ideal date for Festus but you can't be too picky this close to graduation. Almost everyone is beginning to couple up, truly commit. Coriolanus and Soarynn seem to have set off a trend and everyone else has followed. Festus sighs, carding his hand through his curls, "Easy for you to say Coryo, not everyone is in love like you two are." He can feel Soarynn slightly tense next to him, listening to their conversation, "It's not my fault I'm an overachiever," Coriolanus retorts before changing the subject.

They talked about other things before the bell rang dismissing them for lunch, "We'll be right there," he says to Festus, pulling Soarynn in the opposite direction of the lunch room with him. Festus throws him a smirk and walks off to lunch. "Where are we going?" Soarynn whispers, aimlessly following him into a supply closet. Coriolanus shuts the door and locks it, turning on the shitty overhead light, which is quite literally just a lightbulb.

Coriolanus doesn't answer her question, instead, he pushes her against the door, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Soarynn whimpers but returns the kiss, her satchel falling to the floor along with her book. Coriolanus didn’t know why he brought her into the supply closet but he wasn’t going to leave now, not when he could have some fun with his pretty girl.

“Just wanna have a little fun,” he whispers against her lips, his hand slipping under her skirt. Soarynn gasps and tries to push him away, “Coriolanus we can’t,” she says, her voice desperate and her eyes pleading.

Coriolanus has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at his girlfriend’s apprehensions. He’s done much worse in public places if he’s being honest, if anything the supply closet is a step up from the other places he’s fucked girls.

At least this one had a door.

But he’s not having any of her attitude or protests and he’s swift to wrap a hand around her neck, applying a slight pressure, “Don’t you wanna be my good girl baby? Make me happy? Make me feel good?” Soarynn whimpers when his hand slips under the waistband of her lace panties, getting oh-so-close to her sweet little cunt. “Or do you want me to go find another girl who will listen to me? Someone who will love me better than you do?”

He knows he’s laying it on thick, being a little mean. But Soarynn can be so dumb sometimes and when it comes to sex she’s a fucking idiot. He knows she’ll do anything to please him because even if she won’t admit it he knows she likes dating him, being with him, letting him touch her. Why wouldn’t she?

“No,” she whispers frantically, “I…I can be good for you I promise. Please don’t go find some other girl.” He can hear her voice tremble, how scared she is at the prospect of him leaving her. He’s thankful for how easy she is to manipulate and the groundwork he laid down the night he took her virginity. Convincing Soarynn that no one would love or want her now that she was used was probably the best thing he’d ever done.

Because now she was his.

Coriolanus hums and swipes his fingers between her folds, groaning when he feels how wet she is despite her protests. “Okay pretty girl, then why don’t you let me make you feel good hmm? Since I love you so much.” It’s almost comical how quickly Soarynn spreads her legs for him. He knows she wouldn’t ever outright say it but she likes it when he goes down on her. And he likes the way she tastes, the way she sounds, the way only he can see this side of her.

It’s a win-win.

And it’s so cute watching her try to be quiet while he’s on his knees, his mouth on her cunt and his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her spread apart for him. “Oh please,” she whispers, her hand grabbing his curls. Coriolanus slightly winces when she pulls on his curls but he finds himself strangely liking it. Because it means she likes it.

He might as well fuck her since they’re here and he wastes no time getting back on his feet and flipping Soarynn around, pressing her chest against the door, effectively pinning her against him. “Look at you,” he whispers, his hand quickly undoing his pants. Soarynn lets out a small moan when she feels his growing problem press against her ass and he chuckles, “You want it? You want me to fuck you stupid Soarynn?”

Coriolanus finally gets his pants off and his boxers follow suit, his cock springing out and resting against her perfect little ass. He lifts her skirt up to ensure he can see everything. One thing he’s always been adamant about is having the perfect view of Soarynn taking his cock. It’s a sight he simply can’t pass up. “Yes please,” she whispers, her back slightly arching into him. Coriolanus smirks, he wonders if Glen Nightingale is aware of the absolute slut he’s turned his daughter into.

His beautiful, sweet, timid little daughter. Taking the cock of Coriolanus Snow in a supply closet.

He lets out a low moan when he sinks into her cunt, never tiring from how tight she is. Soarynn moans too and Coriolanus is quick to shove two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. As much as he loves the risk, he doesn’t love the idea of someone finding them. Someone finding them and getting an eyeful of what’s rightfully his. His obsession with Soarynn fuels his thrusts as he pounds into Soarynn, hitting her sweet spot every time.

Soarynn is taking him just like she should and he can feel her walls quivering around him. If only he could get deeper. It’s not ideal, their position. “Lift your leg up for me,” he pants, pulling her right leg up and pinning it against the door. Soarynn being the good girl he’s trained her to be holds it and he can finally fuck her deep and fast.

“There you go,” he says, listening to her small, gagged moans, “trained you so good huh? You’ll just take it anywhere won’t you Soarynn? I should tie you up and leave you in here, let everyone take a turn on you, and see what a slut you are.” He shoves his fingers deeper and she gags on them, tears spilling from her eyes as they roll back, finally giving her that look he loves on her. Coriolanus loves when she looks so fucking dumb, so stupid while stuck on his cock, with nothing to do but take it over and over again. She looks so pretty like this.

But he knows they don’t have much time so he picks up the pace and pulls his fingers from her mouth to bring them to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Soarynn lets out a squeal from the stimulation and her body begins to shake.

Coriolanus nearly finishes when thinking back to a few nights ago when he had her in the shower, pinned against the wall much like now but instead, he used the shower head on her. He’d never paid too much attention to his removable shower head until he and Soarynn were showering the night off. He didn’t hesitate to adjust the jet stream and point it right at her clit, making her take it over and over again until she was sobbing.

He bites into her shoulder when he feels her walls begin to flutter around him, her orgasm hitting her full force. “Oh!” She gasps, her body going limp in his hold. Coriolanus doesn’t let up until he finishes though, watching with a smug look on his face when he finally pulls out to see his cum dripping from her puffy cunt. Soarynn pants and rests her forehead against the door, catching her breath.

Coriolanus presses a kiss to her neck while he calms down as well, his mind still buzzing with adrenaline. Soarynn reaches down between her legs and whines, “I…I need to go to the bathroom and clean up,” she tells him softly as she turns around. Coriolanus tilts his head and places one hand next to her head so he can lean down, getting eye level with her, “You’re not cleaning up anything pretty girl.”

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“What color is your dress Soarynn?”

Arachne’s question pulls Soarynn from her haze and she lifts her head off of his shoulder, “Oh, um it’s red she says, her hands tugging on her skirt.

Coriolanus smirks and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Arachne nods and looks to her left where Clemensia is sitting, “We definitely need to go dress shopping this weekend then or all the good dresses will be gone.” Coriolanus tunes the girls out while he looks down at Soarynn who’s already gone silent again. Her eyes are shifting over the table, watching everyone in their conversations.

He knows why. It’s because she’s embarrassed.

They’d showed up to lunch late for obvious reasons and Festus and Felix greeted them with a plethora of questions and shared smirks. Coriolanus smoothly answered all of their questions while pulling out a chair for Soarynn who looked like she wanted to disappear for the rest of her life.

It was so cute how she sat down, careful to pull down her skirt. Wouldn’t want to flash anyone since she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Coriolanus nearly got hard again just thinking about how he’d stuffed her panties up her cunt to keep his cum inside of her. Knowing she’d been filled with him all day brought him a feeling of satisfaction and ownership. Soarynn was clearly uncomfortable but he paid it no mind. He gently kisses her temple before whispering in her ear, “You’re coming home with me after school.” He reaches into her satchel and places the book she was reading on the table, a silent way of permitting her to read it while he talks with his friends.

Soarynn’s breath hitches and her eyes flit from the book to his hand on her thigh. He knows she’s sore but he doesn’t quite care about that. And he knows how desperately she just wants to read and tune everyone out. “Okay,” she agrees, her voice so soft.

Coriolanus grins and leaves her to read her book while he talks to Festus.

Soarynn just reads her book, quiet as a mouse. So sweet and obedient, always wanting to please him. He’ll keep her around, get her pregnant, marry her. Coriolanus will do all the things to his pretty girl.

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It's an ungodly sight to see Soarynn's tight cunt filled with something that shouldn't be in there. He's got her lying on her back, legs spread while he finally pulls out her bunched-up panties from her tight little cunt. Coriolanus knows how eager she's been to get it out, but he didn't let her off that easy. No. His pretty girl also had to be his good girl which meant sitting through dinner with his parents and it was a slow dinner tonight.

His mother had all sorts of questions for Soarynn who she adored, finding the timid girl a perfect match for her charming son.

"Coriolanus says you found a dress for the ball, are you excited?" She'd asked Soarynn who'd been poking around her plate. Coriolanus had given her thigh a gentle squeeze, reminding her that she can not opt out of every conversation she's presented with. Soarynn nodded, giving his mother a small smile before answering.

"Yes I'm very excited, Coriolanus helped me pick out the dress." Mother had fawned over that piece of information for a good minute before turning to his father who was nursing a glass of wine, "You know, Crassus and I met at a ball thrown by the Academy." Coriolanus couldn't stop his eyes from widening when he heard that. His mother was never shy to bust out the photo albums from their glory days but he never knew how they met.

His father merely grunted, "Yes, we were about your age, ready to leap into the world of adulthood." His eyes settled on Coriolanus as if he saw him unfit to join that said world. Coriolanus chose to ignore it and slipped his hand further up Soarynn's thigh until it rested on her cunt. He felt her stiffen next to him but he paid her no mind as he acted so very interested in what his mother was saying.

His pretty girl had been so good for him at dinner, acting as if nothing was happening while he rubbed her clit under the table in front of his parents. The best part was that she didn't even attempt to stop him. Coriolanus was quite pleased with that, how she knew how to behave, and that his training was paying off.

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"Such a pretty little cunt," he says, blowing air onto her clit. Soarynn whimpers and tries to lift her hips but his arm keeps her pressed to the bed, "do you want something else inside of it Soarynn?"

He knew she was horny, even if she didn't like it she was still horny. He nearly worked her into an orgasm at dinner before he pulled his hand away, leaving her to feel unsatisfied. "Please," she gasps, "please." Coriolanus chuckles and glances back at his bedroom doors, his locked bedroom doors. After she slept over the first time he found it quite easy to convince both his and her parents to let them spend the night. As long as an adult was home with them, no harm could be done. How foolish of them to think that.

His eyes wander to his desk, to the drawer where he keeps those oh-so-special pills and he smirks before giving her thigh a squeeze, "Stay here," he says before standing up. He knows she's on edge, the closet sex, the panties, dinner, his cock, it's been a lot for her today.

Too bad he's just getting started with his pretty girl.

He chooses to go with two pills tonight, ensuring that Soarynn won't give him any problems while he has his fun with her. Soarynn's still lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling while she moves her hips ever so slightly. If she's this desperate to be fucked then she's in for a real treat tonight. "Close your eyes, pretty girl," he orders, climbing back onto the bed. Soarynn shoots him a hesitant look but he returns it with a stern look that leaves no room for arguing.

So his submissive, dumb, pretty girl closes her eyes.

Coriolanus leans down and presses a kiss to Soarynn's soft pink lips, his tongue pressing against them for only a moment before gaining entry to her mouth. Soarynn doesn't particularly like tongue but it's not really about her now is it? He kisses her for a moment before bringing his fingers to her lips, the two pills in his hold. It's easy to slip them into her mouth while they kiss although he pulls away immediately. If he accidentally swallowed one then things would be very, very bad. Soarynn lets out a whimper and furrows her brows but Coriolanus is quick to cover her mouth with one hand and pinch her nose shut with the other. Soarynn's eyes widen and she tries with all her might to push him off but his pretty girl is so small and weak compared to him.

"Swallow them now before I force them down your pretty throat," he grits out, squeezing her nose tighter. If she doesn't swallow them she'll just pass out but that's only half the fun in his opinion. Soarynn tries to scream but it gets muffled by his hand and he shoots her a murderous glare, "Don't be a fucking brat Soarynn, swallow them, now." He can see her beginning to panic, trying to decide what to do and tears form in her eyes before she finally swallows. Coriolanus grins and pulls both hands away, watching her roll to her side as she sucks in as much air as possible.

Then she starts to cry.

Coriolanus sighs, he really doesn't have time for this right now but he knows how fast the pills will work so he'll let her have this moment. "Why...why are you doing this to me?" She chokes out, barely able to look up at him. Coriolanus tilts his head as he stares down at the pretty girl below him, "Because I love you."

Soarynn lets out a bitter, hollow laugh that tells him that she doesn't believe those words for a second, "You don't hurt people you love," she spits back, her voice as loud as he's ever heard it before, "you don't take advantage of people you love and fucking drug them."

He can't help but laugh at the current state of her and also her sudden feistiness. Naked on his bed, drugged all while trying to fight with him. The poor thing clearly needs to be put back in her place and tonight will be the perfect time to do so. Coriolanus gives her a smile all too kind to be genuine before he reaches down and grabs her throat, pulling her up like a ragdoll until they're face to face.

"Listen to me once and only once darling because I don't like repeating myself," he says in a low, measured voice, "if you ever try to speak to me like that again I'll make sure all you know is what it's like to be drugged up and trust me when I tell you, there are much worse drugs than the ones I gave you. And if you ever want to see the type of man I can become as someone who doesn't love you then I can easily arrange for that."

Her eyes hold fear in them but he can still see a glimmer of defiance and Coriolanus has to kill that now. "I will let my friends run such a fucking train on you that once they're done you'll be begging to take my cock and only my cock, do you understand Soarynn?" He shakes her neck for emphasis and smirks when it lolls to the side, the drugs finally taking over, "You have no idea how many boys would love to split your sweet little cunt open and yet I keep them all away. All because I love you."

He releases her throat and watches her fall back onto the mattress. Limp and starry-eyed. Good, she looks prettiest when she's helpless.

Coriolanus spends a few minutes getting the things he'll need, a belt, a necktie, and a binder clip from his desk.

When he comes back he finds Soarynn completely out of it. He starts with the tie, wrapping it around her head, securing it in her mouth, and gagging her. He doesn't need any screams when she wakes back up. Not like last time when she lost it. Then he binds her hands with his belt, can't have her running off. Lastly, he grabs the binder clip, smirking when he notices Soarynn warily eyeing it, "This is what happens when you talk back to me pretty girl," he drawls, pressing it open and bringing it down to her clit. The gagged scream Soarynn lets out only makes him grow harder and harder in his pants as he watches her writhe on his sheets. He looks at her cunt, still stuffed with her panties, her clit now clamped with a binder clip all while she drips onto his sheets.

She's crying again, trying to take deep breaths but it's hard and the drugs are making her more and more lucid. "I think some spanks are in order," he decides, picking her up by her waist. She's like a ragdoll now, his personal little fuckdoll as he sits on the edge of the bed and lays her across his lap. Her limbs sag letting him know she's completely at his disposal before he lands a hard slap on her ass. Soarynn makes some noise but he pays it no mind and continues bringing his hand down on her ass. "You've been such a good girl for me Soarynn but I suppose all sluts throw a temper tantrum eventually."

Coriolanus spanks her until her ass is bright red, sure to bruise by the morning. Good, he wants her to remember what happens when she tries to talk back to him. He tosses her back onto the bed and spreads her legs wide, getting another view of her perfect cunt stuffed with her panties. "Now let's take these out, hmm?" It's an erotic sight as he slowly pulls her soaking wet panties out from her cunt, both her cum and his cum mixed into the fabric. He groans when he sees her gaping little cunt, still coated with his cum from this afternoon. He flicks the binder clip and Soarynn jolts, letting out a gagged wheeze. He loves her like this, helpless, vulnerable, all his.

So pretty.

"My little fuckdoll," he says, pulling down his pants and then his boxers, letting his cock spring out. "Are you ready to be good for me now? To take whatever I give you?" He grabs a fistful of Soarynn's hair, pulling it up and down, making her nod like a puppet, "That's my good girl," he says, half-mocking, half-praising her. He knows how it gets to Soarynn when he degrades her. She's still got tears in her eyes but now she looks entirely afraid of him.

Coriolanus moans when he sinks into her cunt, feeling her walls wrap around him. They've been molded to fit his cock by now. "There you go, I wish you could see yourself all spread out for me, so dumb with it," he taunts, beginning to fuck hard into her. Her pleasure isn't a priority for him tonight but he plans on fucking her until she gains her mobility back, until she can repeat every rule he's given her. Soarynn's body rocks back and forth as he fucks her, his hands holding her thighs down and apart, bearing all of it to him. "I own all of this Soarynn," he grunts, "this cunt, this clit, this ass, that mouth, all of it. And when we're married, I'll truly own all of you."

Soarynn's making some more pitiful noises but he pushes through and fucks her through his first orgasm, painting her walls with his cum. Soarynn already looks fucked out but it seems like a personal problem where he's concerned, "You're in for a long night pretty girl."

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"I can't," she gasps, her head dropping in exhaustion. Coriolanus has come to the conclusion that Soarynn looks best like this. Covered in bruises, tears, sweat, and cum. She's entirely fucked out and exhausted but Coriolanus needs to drive this message home even if it's at her own expense. Her body is still weak and pliant but she got her voice back around an hour ago and it's horse and scratchy.

He rubs at her clit causing more tears to surface since the clip is still on it, "Yes you can baby, give me one more and we're done."

Soarynn chokes down another sob, and he gives her throat another squeeze as he fucks her from behind, her upper half folded and pressed against his marble bathroom counter. Fucking Soarynn in front of a mirror is an image he wants to burn in his mind forever. This way he can see how pathetic she looks wrapped around his cock.

"You promise?" She croaks, looking into his eyes with desperation. Coriolanus nods and presses a kiss to her temple, "One more, I promise." He means it too, especially since he's getting tired too. He doesn't even know if Soarynn can give him another orgasm but she's his good girl and he knows she will. And he knows just how to get it.

He reaches down between her legs without warning and presses the clip open and that's all it takes to get her to cum. She doesn't even cum, she squirts all over him, her eyes rolling back, her tongue sticking out. His little fuckdoll.

"There you go," he praises, still fucking her as he reaches his own orgasm, "such a good girl. My pretty girl, can you say that for me? Tell me you're my pretty girl?"

Soarynn closes her eyes when she feels him filling her up, her legs are shaking, all of her is shaking but he won't let up until he gets what he wants. She should know that by now.

With tears in her eyes, Soarynn lifts her head up and looks into the mirror, looking into his eyes, the eyes of the man she'll belong to for the rest of her life, something she's come to terms with now.

"I'm your pretty girl."

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[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 1)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime. 

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Part 1

You stared at your husband, noting the tightening of his jaw, the way his beautiful face glared back at you with utter disdain. His dark eyes brimmed with hate and condescension, ready to eviscerate you at any moment. He was dressed in jeans, an olive knit top and a leather jacket - not a tux or suit - because this may have been his wedding day but that certainly didn’t mean he was going to put in any fucking effort. Of course his casual outfit didn’t deter from his good looks. Dark hair slicked back, darker eyes, and a chiseled face that made him look like devil himself. He was one of the richest bachelors in the country and the eldest son of a prominent New York family, so he could have had anybody – but it was you who was marrying him and he wasn’t happy about it. No, he was fucking pissed and everyone attending the ceremony saw it. But you didn’t care. What he felt didn’t matter, because he was your ticket out.

 “Do you, William Russo, take Y/N to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?”

 Billy didn’t respond, and a stunned silence fell across the room. With every second that passed, the tension in the room grew. It seemed to you like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him to say no and make his escape. You kept your face blank, but cast his grandfather a quick glance. The old man may have looked deceptively frail sitting in his wheelchair, but you saw his steely gaze, mirroring the man across from you, and knew instinctively there was no way anyone would defy the head of the family. To do so would mean losing all of the wealth and privilege afforded by the Russo name and your soon-to-be-husband was much too smart to give it all up.

 “Sure.”

 Not ‘yes’, not ‘I do’, but ‘sure’. A lazy, insolent drawl of a response. So very much like him. And it would’ve made you snicker if you weren’t required to put on an act for everyone.

 The officiant turned to you, and repeated the same question.

 It was your turn to pause. For a moment sheer panic surged through you. What the fuck were you doing? Is this really what you wanted? To tie yourself down to the kind of guy you absolutely loathed?

 “Why me?” You asked, wondering once again.

 Alistair Russo, Billy’s grandfather, had made the offer a week ago with a deadline of today to get back to him. True to his word, the man was now sitting in your office after waiting several hours for you to get out of a surgery you’d been performing.  

 “You saved my life. And this is how I repay that debt.”

 You quirked your eyebrow. “Saving you was my job. I would’ve done that for anybody.”

 “But I’m not just anybody, and I don’t like being in people’s debt.”

 You exhaled a long breath, leaning back in your chair. You’d been in surgery for more than 7 hours. You were tired and desperately needed some sleep. All you wanted was to crawl into bed but you couldn’t because you still had several hours left on your shift. And now here was this rich, old fuck back to tempt you with an insane plan that had already kept you awake for too many days. “Fine. Pay off my student debt and we’ll call it even.”

 The old man gave you a condescending smile. “That’s not how this works.”

 You smiled back. “So it’s not really about being grateful, is it? There’s a reason you want me to marry your grandson so why don’t you just spill it.”

 Alistair cocked his eyebrow, his expression cold. “This marriage is meant to be a consequence of his actions.”

 “In other words, punishment.”

 “Something like that. My grandson has a brilliant mind but he’s too busy cavorting with leeches to make something of himself. He was given many chances in the past to rectify his behaviour but now we’ve reached the stage where this can no longer continue. He needs to take responsibility for his actions.”

 “So why not marry him off to one of your society people? I’m sure there are plenty of women who would love to get with him.”

 “Billy is a charmer, Ms. Y/N. He’s also a master manipulator. I need someone brilliant who won’t fall for his charms.”

 Ah, false praise. it was obvious where Billy learned his tactics from. “You still haven’t answered my question, Mr. Russo. You could get anyone to help you with this plan, but you came to me specifically. Why?”

 There was a short pause, as if Alistair was contemplating his words carefully. “As I said, this marriage is meant to be a punishment, not a reward. You are not the kind of woman he’s normally seen with.”

 You smirked. There it was. “I’m not his type. And this marriage is intended to embarrass him.”

  Alistair cleared his throat, seemingly uncomfortable with your abrasive assessment. “This is not meant to be a lifelong commitment. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. All you have to do is stay married to him for a period of three years, and after that you’ll both be granted a divorce. I will pay off all of your debt, and after the termination of the marriage you will receive a lump sum of $5 Million.”

 “10 Million,” you countered.

 Alistair quirked his eyebrow. “That is a lot of money, especially considering the benefits you would already be receiving You would be married to someone handsome and wealthy, with no need to work.”

 You learned forward, balancing your elbows on your desk. “Maybe not in the hospital anymore, but I would still be working. Your Billy sounds like a massive pain in the ass and I’m guessing it’s not going to be easy to keep him in check. Because that’s essentially why you’re hiring me, isn’t it? To control him and make him the man you want him to be.”

 “I have no such expectations from you, Ms. Y/N. You will never wield that much power over my grandson.” Alistair’s voice was filled with cold disdain. “You have over $500,000 in debt. While you make a decent income, it’ll take you years to pay it off. I gather your plan is to stay in this hospital so you can benefit from the loan forgiveness program but that will take ten years and from what I can see, this is not an environment you enjoy working in.”

 Bastard. He had honed in on your exact weakness. What you really wanted was to work in poor communities like the one you had grown up in where there was a desperate need for good care, but your debt prevented you from being able to pursue what made you happy. Instead you were stuck working in a hospital with a toxic work environment where leadership only cared about revenue, and it was sucking the soul out of you.

 “While I won’t offer you $10 Million, I will do something else. I understand your brother’s business is failing. If you agree to this offer, I will ensure there is an influx of cash into his business. That should keep him out of trouble for the next little while.”

 You took a deep breath. “He can’t know the money is connected to me. He won’t accept it.”

 “And my grandson can not know this marriage comes with an expiry date.”

 You ran your fingers through his hair. “Understood.”

 Alistair Russo finally smiled, and it was not a pleasant one. A cold shiver ran through you, like you’d just made a deal with the devil. “And just in case you start dreaming about a lifelong marriage with Billy and tying yourself to my family permanently, please remember I will destroy your career, any chances of you ever working anywhere in this continent, and I will end you and your brother. Are we clear?”

 “We’re clear.”

  It was Billy’s tight squeeze of your hand that brought you out of your reverie. You took a quick glace around the room. There was only Billy’s immediate family and three of your friends in attendance. No one wanted this marriage, not even you, but you had to play the part.

 “Should I ask again?” the officiant asked.

 “I do,” you replied in a loud voice, sounding much more confident than you felt.

 Billy shot you a look of disgust before returning his attention back to the officiant. While the rest of the ceremony passed in a whirl, you kept your mind on what mattered the most. You. You were doing this for yourself and for your future, fuck everyone else.

 ***

 You made your escape to the honeymoon suite while the party was on full swing in the reception area. Today had been a long day after a series of long weeks and all you wanted was to sleep. Working the crazy hours you did meant no time to unwind or disconnect, it was always go, go, go and just for a little while you wanted to sit and breathe and not think about the choices you made and what it meant for everyone. You just wanted to breathe.

 Today was your wedding day, something most women dreamed of, but to you it meant nothing. It was simply a means to an end. And you didn’t even have a choice about the date, it was what Alistair picked after you and him had come to an agreement and signed the proper documents. Hell, you didn’t even know how he’d conned Billy into the marriage. You met the man twice before today, and both times he’d looked at you like you were nothing. He had a taste for tall, slim, beautiful women, like most of the world, but you were the farthest thing from that. You were short, curvy, more cute than pretty, and you were fine with that. But seeing the look on Billy’s face today when you walked down the aisle in the last-minute white dress you purchased, it was clear he wasn’t.

 Whatever. That was his problem. You just had to suck it up for three years and then you were free.

 You strode over to where the champagne bottle was stored and poured yourself a glass. You closed your eyes, enjoying the taste as the liquid washed down your throat. It was fucking heaven. Probably the best champagne you ever tasted.

 “You made the biggest mistake of your life tonight.”

 You whirled around at the sound of a stranger’s voice, only to see that it was Billy standing a few feet away. His leather jacket was now gone, bringing attention to the way the knit jersey moulded over the lean muscles of his arms. He was tall, too tall, not at all your regular type.

 Sighing, you took a sip from your flute. “Have I?”

 “You think you can fuck up my life and get out of it unscathed?” The threat on his voice was palpable, his dark eyes growing more wild as he approached you.

 For the first time you felt dread in his presence, a tight ball of fear slowly unfurling in your stomach with every step he took towards you. But you were a fighter, always had been, and you knew showing fear was inviting death. Jutting out your chin defiantly, you glared back at him. “This is a marriage, not a prison sentence.”

 “It’ll feel much worse than prison by the time I’m done with you.”

 “Don’t know why you’re pissed at me. Your grandfather wanted this, Billy,” you reminded him.

 “You didn’t have to say yes.”

 “And turn down my chance at marrying the William Russo?” Taking on a melodramatic tone, you pressed your other hand to your chest. “Impossible.”

 He closed in on you, removing every inch of personal space as his hand wrapped around your throat. Panic surged through you but you reminded yourself to stay calm. You still had the champagne flute in your hand. If he made a move, you wouldn’t hesitate to smash it on his head. “I’ll make you regret every fucking minute you spend with me.” His voice was a hoarse growl, dangerous, meant to frighten you. And it did. He frightened you, even more so when he applied pressure to your throat.

 Growing up the way you did, being attacked wasn’t new. The neighbourhoods were rough, there were always gang wars going on and while you tried your best to stay out of it, inevitably the wrong people would be pissed off and there would be fights. Which meant you had learned to control your fear a long time ago.

 In an instant you shattered the flute against the table behind you and held the remaining jagged figure to the corner of his neck. A piece cut into his skin but you maintained careful control not to dig it in too much. “Two can play at this game, Russo. Hurt me, and I’ll destroy your pretty face.”

 He didn’t back off, but the pressure around your throat loosened. For the longest time he simply stared down at you, as if burning your face into his mind. You wondered what he was thinking, planning, but his expression was blank and completely impossible to decipher.

 The same hand that was clutching your throat now moved up your neck, and you swallowed an audible breath when his thumb roughly wiped the red lipstick off your lips. “A pig in makeup is still a pig.”

 His words were meant to hurt you and destroy your confidence. Except you found yourself breaking into sudden laughter. You couldn’t help it. It was hilarious. He backed off right away, staring at you with a curious expression as you giggled and struggled to catch your breath.

 The audacity of men, they were all the same. Threaten them and they always went after women’s looks, as if being insulted for your looks was the worst thing imaginable.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you high on something?” Billy asked, his forehead furrowed with concern.

 Placing the half-broken flute on the table, you shrugged your shoulders. “No, Billy. I’m not.” You tipped your head to the side, staring up at him with a smile on your face. “You think insulting me is going to hurt me? I’ll go running because you called me a pig? That’s not how this works, Billy. You and me, we’re married.” It was your turn to close the gap between you two. “Committed to each other. Legally. Because that’s what your grandfather wanted. And that means I’m here to stay.” You’re not sure what possessed you to do it, but you stood on your tip-toes and reached up to grasp his face, pulling him down so his lips were merely an inch away from yours. Your same lips he bruised pressed against his while you kept your eyes firmly on him, making sure to stain his face with the lipstick the way he did you. “Our fates are tied now, husband. There’s no getting out.”

 Billy watched you intently, his eyes fixed on you with an unwavering gaze designed to intimidate you. “If I go down, so will you. And you’re the one who has everything to lose in this fight.”

 A slow smile spread across your lips, and you noticed how his eyes followed that smile, the way he smoldered at you even as he tried to figure you out. “Bring it on, husband,” you murmured, loosening your grip on him.

 He stood still, his gaze piercing through you, not moving away. And then suddenly he jerked back, as if finally realizing there was nothing physically connecting the two of you and he really was free to walk away. Turning his back to you, he stormed out of the suite and slammed the door behind him.

 Chuckling, you started cleaning up the broken pieces of glass.

 To be continued...

Um, yeah, so thoughts?

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[tynearshot]

Sai and Sebastian’s Past Relationships Part 1

Hi all! I just wanted to Give Sebastian and Sai more flavor and take you into their past relationships. Here’s Seb’s.

TW: Abusive relationships, bullying, censored slurs, sex, drugs and alcohol, family tension.

Sebastian:

Age 15.

It’s hard being a queer kid already, but being a queer kid in the boonies feels like living ten years in the past. Seb and the Pelican town kids didn’t have a highschool in their town, so they commuted via bus pretty far out. By this time, Seb was sure he was bisexual but didn’t dare explore that. He was already bullied: Skinny, vaguely non-white, Antisocial, mixed family and had his hair long, leaving room for all kinds of “you look like a girl” and f slurs. So, he was often found hiding out under the bleachers, where he met his first “boyfriend”. In quotes because this boyfriend was very much not out and would often throw out “I’m not into guys, I’m just into you”. The rising Gridball varsity player (not Alex He’s a couple years younger than Seb in my HC) and the pariah. A cute pair, set up to fail.

This “boyfriend” also would often stroke Sebastian’s hair and comment that he’d ‘make a very pretty girl’ or ‘I wish you were a girl so we could be open’. Sebastian never cared that he was called feminine, but he hated hearing that from his boyfriend. He hated feeling “wrong” to someone he cared about, but at least it was something, he often reasoned.

They had… a pretty traumatic break up. Rumors went around that the two hung out (they did much more than that, including being each other’s first in a lot of ways). And the grid ball team confronted Sebastian accusing him of trying to corrupt their grid ball star with his “f***** germs”. And who was there to back the bullies up and keep silent but Seb’s boyfriend. Pushed down, roughed up verbally and physically, Seb confronted his boyfriend privately: “why didn’t you stick up for me, why would you let them do that, don’t you know you’re bi too?! I thought you loved me”… Seb wanted to say all this. But instead went “If you ever try to talk to me, call me or even look at me ever again, I’ll let everyone who the real fucking f***** is…”

One of Seb’s lowest points. One day while crying he felt his hair in his hand and remembered how his boyfriend stroked the left side of his head. Disgusted, he promptly gave himself an asymmetrical haircut. Luckily he had Sam around to cheer him up with some goofs and Abby around to clown him, but trim/clean up his new haircut. A rough first love, but a first love all the same.

Age 18

Sebastian was tired of the “what will you do now?” “Don’t you know you’re wasting your potential?” questions he was getting from his Mom and stepdad. In a fit of emotions, he packed a bag and rode to the edges of ZuZu city. The night he arrived, he was so full of feelings and just wanted to be numb. Drinking, clubs, drugs, parties, sex with strangers, all things he wasn’t ready for. He couldn’t be the good kid his parents wanted and he couldn’t be a “delinquent” either. So who was he? It all came down as he crumpled into a ball on some random stoop. The stoop happened to be that of his next partner, Grad student, Hae-Jin.

Hae-Jin invited Seb in, and let him stay to figure himself out. And with Seb at his most vulnerable, it was a quick and passionate week long courtship. Hae-Jin was good to him. They even convinced him to go back home and try and reconcile with his family (that’s a story for another time). They then were long distance for a year and he’d go and visit them as much as he could afford the gas to. But as time went on, the relationship soured. Seb began to feel like a secret again. And he kinda was. Hae-Jin was 24 and offhandedly would mention “My friends’ll call me a cradle robber.” Seb began to resent that. “They had a problem with my age but not with sleeping with me?”

At the same time, Hae-Jin would often pressure Seb to move in. It got worse when Har-Jin would accuse Seb of being “immature” and “indecisive” about them moving in together. Sebastian began to feel like he had less and less agency in this relationship. How was that any different than what was going on at home? He thought Hae-Jin cared for him, that they belonged with each other. But he felt more and more that Hae-Jin just wanted to “have him.” No better than a pet.

Hae-Jin gave him an ultimatum “Stay with me or go back to the middle of nowhere”. He chose to go back, in his mind, better the devil you know.

Age 23 and Up

Seb wasn’t really interested in dating after Hae-Jin. He focused on programming, his bike, and trying to stay sane as he rots away in his basement. Maybe every blue moon on one of his long bike rides, he’d make out with some stranger outside a gas station, bike shop just to… I don’t know, feel something. But that got tiring. He was tired. Tired of feeling like he had no say in anything he wanted. He had none at home, in past romances. At that point, he didn’t even know if he wanted anything.

Enter : Sai Peachtree

Thanks if you read this far!✨ I’ll be writing Sai’s soon!

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[dallysnecklace]

i just wanna say i love your writing it's masterful

could you do a sleepy/cuddles Sodapop x fem!reader for my poor lonely soul please and thank you<3

“You work too much.”

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem! Reader

Summary: To support yourself, you work multiple jobs. Your boyfriend starts to notice the toll this takes on you.

Warnings: Overworking, established relationship

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m so sorry this took me fucking forever, it got lost in my drafts but I found it!! I will never take this long

The phone rang as you hid away from the loud noise of the diner, tucked away in the corner. You had just worked a triple shift to be able to afford your rent this month, which you stupidly had put off for the last week.

“Hello?” A voice came through the line. Presumably Darry.

“Hey Darry, it’s Y/n. Is Soda there?” You said, being polite.

“Yeah I’ll get ‘im for you.” There was a pause. You twirled the cord around your finger, beginning to become anxious.

“Hey, Y/n. Everything okay?” Sodas voice said, softly.

“Yeah, I’m just tired and had a long day. Do you think you could pick me up? If not I totally get it-“

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll be there in like 7 minutes.” He interrupted your nervous rant.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Thank you so much.” You responded.

“Anything for my girl.” He said. You could picture his smile in your head.

“I love you, Soda.” You said, grateful for his presence in your life.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You put the phone back on the holder, and went to wait outside. It was a cold winter night, one you wished you could’ve enjoyed at home.

You left your home about 2 years ago when they weren’t supportive of you going to school. You had grew up in a strict household that unfortunately believed that women were worth less than men. Your family never took school seriously, and wanted to pull you out once you were 14. They believed that at that age, you were expected to start helping around the house, and start looking for a man to marry. But, over the years you really enjoyed school and wanted to pursue a life in academia. When you told your parents this, they kicked you out.

You moved a few towns over to Tulsa. You originally lived at Bucks, where you met Dallas. He wasn’t the nicest to you, but he eventually warmed up to you and even introduced you to the gang, where you met Soda. These boys seemed to understand your struggle of living alone and going to school. You finally felt like you had a group of people to support you, which you had never experienced before.

Suddenly you saw an old beat up car pull up, and a honk broke the sound of the crickets at night.

You hopped in the front seat, looking over to your boyfriend, who held a worried look.

“Hey sweets.” He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

“Hi.” You said, barely having enough energy to talk.

Sodapop took the message, and started to drive home. A comfortable silence wafted over to two of you as he drove back to his place. There was an unsaid agreement that you would be staying with him tonight.

On the way home, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft music playing and sodas humming.

Once you got to Sodas house, he woke you up, by picking you up bridal style and carrying you in.

Soda stepped in the doorway, to be greeted by Darry and Pony.

Darry looked up, “Hey, is she okay?” He questioned, worried for his brothers girlfriend. He really had grown attached to you, and was worried about you. He knew what it was like to have to work multiple jobs and take care of others.

Soda responded, “Yeah, she just needs to rest. Can she stay over tonight?”

“Of course, she can stay here whenever.” Darry responded, seeing you stir and start to wake up.

You woke up, at adjusted your eyes to peer upon Sodas chin, turned towards Darry.

“Hey, Thanks for letting me stay Dar.” You sleepily smiled, a blush on your cheeks from having Darry see Sodapop carrying you in.

“It’s always fine honey, you know that.” He walked back into the kitchen, leaving you and Soda alone.

He silently walked to his room, sitting you on his bed. He kneeled down onto one knee, taking your shoes off carefully. He stood back up, cupping your chin in his hand, and kissing your forehead.

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” He asked, making sure you were okay with it.

“Yeah.” You simply replied, causing him to get up and open his drawers, picking out a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He handed you the clothing, and you went to the bathroom to change.

“Jesus christ I’m tired.” you exclaimed, looking at your reflection in the mirror; noticing the dark circles acting as a shadow on your face.

You quickly changed, walking back to Sodas room. You were excited to finally get some rest. Tomorrow you weren't working, and school was out for the day. Finally a day to just relax.

As soon as you walked in, Soda took you into an embrace. You quickly melted in his arms, finally feeling like you could let go.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” He whispered.

You nodded into his chest, feeling him pick you up and place you on his bed. You got underneath the covers feeling at peace. You felt the bed dip beside you, and felt Sodas two arms pull you in, letting your head rest on his chest.

You didn’t really feel like talking, so you just held him tighter and kissed his exposed collarbone; a sign of your gratification. He dipped his head down, pulling you head up by his hand on your chin and kissed your lips softly, but filled with love.

“You work too much.” He whispered against you lips, kissing them quickly once again, “Maybe you should just live with us. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent and could focus on school.”

You looked up at him, ready to argue against his kindness, but decided against it. You were lucky you had this kind of support system.

“Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his jawline quickly, settling your head into his neck.

“I love you sweets.” He said as he rested his head back into the pillows.

“I love you too.” You responded back, in an instant.

You smiled, and rested your head against his chest again. He was so warm. Perfect for this cold winter night, and although you weren’t able to spend the whole night with him, you were forever grateful for these small moments before the both of you drift into sleep.

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[augustvandyne]

Neeeeeeed some Angela lopez x reader FLUFFFF🫶🏼🫶🏼

okay babes!

sick day

You should’ve just bought a coat, or used one of Angelas, because now you’re both out sick, and no use to the station.

Your girlfriend had tried to convince you plenty of times to just buy a winter coat, but you wanted to stick it out.

As a kid, you couldn’t ever afford a coat, so you never really had one. But now you could afford twenty winter coats if you wanted them.

But you still don’t own one.

Your sickness had been incoming since yesterday, when you had woken up with a small stuffed nose, and a minor sore throat.

And Angela, well, you were gonna try to keep her away from you for most of the day so you wouldn’t get her sick, but that went out the window when you were assigned to patrol with her.

She was a clingy lover, in private. So she loved to kiss you, and do whatever she wanted with you, especially when you two shared the same shop.

You tried to tell her about your sore throat and your stuffed up nose, but she kept telling you she didn’t care, and kept kissing you anyway.

You bet she was starting to think that wasn’t such a good idea, now that you’d both woken up with hoarse voices and weren’t able to get out of bed.

You didn’t mind Angela being sick, though, because her sick voice was almost as hot as her morning voice.

The two of you were going to spend the day taking care of each other, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

It was hard, but the two of you did eventually drag yourselves out of the bed, and onto the couch.

You’d called your best friend at the station, Lucy, to bring you and your girlfriend some soup, which you knew would lead to a whole basket.

But that was better than nothing at all.

Her and Tim had brought in some ginger ale, as well as the soup, and of course a get well soon basket from Lucy!

You and Angela laughed, and agreed not to eat anything in the basket once the two had left your shared home.

“Oh, I love you,” Angela lay on top of you, turning the channel to a true crime documentary, because that’s what the two of you truly loved to do together.

“I love you, too, Ange,” You kiss the top of her head.

“Ugh, I feel so gross,” Angela buries her face in your chest.

“Me too, baby, me too,” You let out a sigh. “We can take a shower—“

“Mm, no,” Angela’s voice is muffled by your sweatshirt in her face. “I just want you to hold me.”

“That, I can do,” You chuckle.

“I’m so tired,” Angela cries.

“Me too. Think we can con Grey into giving us another day?”

“Maybe if we’re throwing up..” Angela trails off, lifting her head. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That I pretend to throw up while you call Sergeant Grey? Yes! It’s amazing, and I love you for being so smart,” You smile and tuck a piece of Angela’s hair behind her ear. You pull her into a small kiss, which turns into to more. But you stop before it can go too far, afraid that might actually provoke the bodily fluids.

When you both pull away you both realize Angelas phone is still in the bedroom.

“I’ll go get it,” Angela sighs and stands, temporarily losing her balance, to which you help her stand.

“Don’t need you falling for anyone else,” You cheekily joke, helping her sit back down for a moment.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Angela rubs her hand down your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb. “I think you made it pretty clear I was yours when you told Jackson to, and I quote, ‘find another t.o. to fuck with’.”

You dip your head into your chest, your cheeks aflame as you laugh at one of your worst decisions, ever.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” Angela looks at you with more love in her eyes than ever. “I can’t lie, it was hot. The best part was when you pulled me into that kiss. That was the best first kiss ever.”

“Oh, you know it,” You shrug. “It was still embarrassing. How did I not know he was gay? I mean, I’m gay myself. Gosh.”

Angela laughs, shaking her head at you.

“I loved when Grey shouted ‘It’s about damn time’ from the stairs,” You laughed along with her.

“No, the best part was when Tim added, ‘At least take her to dinner before you maul her in the kit hallway’,” The two of you started dying laughing.

“Ah, we’re gonna have to tell that story at our wedding,” Angela says, only half joking.

She leaves a small kiss on your forehead and goes to find her phone.

You were definitely proposing soon.

#the rookie x reader #the rookie #angela lopez x reader #angela lopez

[watsittoyah]

Namor x Black Reader SMUT

A/N Just a small description of you, you have white hair and blue eyes that you’ve inherited from your mother.

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, dark Namor, stalking, oral sex, anal licking, face sitting (no aftercare…this time)

Sitting on the throne..

“So what’s it gonna take for you to get on that pole and dance for a few bands, angel?” One of the patrons ask as you pour them another drink. “1) Don’t call me angel that’s not my name. And 2) I’m just a bartender, go bother the other girls Jose.” You walk away to go take your break in the back. “Just one more month and I can finally afford a new place.” You mutter as you inhale the air.

You catch a look of yourself in the reflection of the glass and sigh. Your white locks were pulled back into a ponytail and your eyes seem to give off a hue like a glow stick. “I need more contacts you hiss as you rub your eyes.

You’ve always loved your features, all except your blue haunting eyes. They reminded you of a dead fish. But your hair, went perfectly with your brown skin.

You have fifteen minutes left so you sit down by the docks. “What I would’ve give to just live by the ocean. The sense of calm, the cool air. The view.” You bring your knees up to your chest and sigh.

“I hate my life.” You sniffle out a cry of frustration and when you go to wipe your tears you hear a splash in the water under you. You peer over the dock and all you see is the dark abyss of water. Your alarm goes off telling you your break is over and you have to go back inside.

As you get up you feel as if someone is watching you. You stand up quickly and hear the docks are quiet. “In reina…” You hear a sinister whisper behind you as you walk faster to the doors of the club.

Run!

You listen to the whisper in your head and you take off running feeling someone close to your heels. You slam the door and stand back just as whatever was following you slams into the door. You jump and run back to the bar. Your shift goes by without any other hitches. But you’ve made it up in your mind that instead of taking your break out on the docks, you’ll just go to your car.

As you get in the car, you see a splat of rain and you groan because your window shield wipers haven’t worked in the past week. “The weather report didn’t say anything about rain.” You start up your car and drive out slowly. You pray under your breathe that you’ll make it safely back home.

You’ve been driving for about ten minutes when you see a big black figure emerge from the side of the road, you swerve and hit the breaks as hard as you could to avoid hitting the figure. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute. You look back to see if the figure was still in the road but nothing was there. The rain was starting to get heavier and you didn’t have time to sit and wait to see what goes bump in the night. You had to go to your first job in a few hours and your bed was calling you.

As you start up your car you feel this unease, as if someone or something was watching you. “Get a hold of yourself. You’re just tired and you need some sleep.” You yawn and drive forward only for your car to stall and then stop. “FUCK!” You yell as you slap the wheel. You take out your phone to see if you can call a tow truck but you see they’re no bars.

“What else could go wrong?” You whimper as you lean your head back. From the corner of your eye you see a pair of eyes staring at you right outside of your window.

A scream was about to escape your lips but instead the eyes blink and your car door starts to open. You grab it quickly to shut it, cursing yourself about not locking it in the first place.

The figure however was stronger and yanked the door harder causing you to fly out into the pouring rain. Your head hits the pavement hard and as you try to stay awake, the figure bends down. “Finally, I’ve found you in reina.” The rain and your lack of keeping your eyes open makes the figure blurry as you pass out.

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You wake up gasping as you sit up. You feel disoriented and in pain as you touch the goose egg that’s formed on the back of your head. “Shit.” You moan as you sit up. You freeze as you notice your clothes are no longer on your body and you have someone in the room with you.

You scramble to cover yourself as you see a beautiful brown skinned man. He was bare chested, but he has a beautiful silk piece wrapped around his waist. As you study his face, you see he has piercings in his nose, his ears, you wonder what else he has pierced. You can’t help but let your eyes wonder below his waist.

He clears his throat and your eyes snap up to his face. “Wh…where am I? Who are you?” He smiles at you as he leans on the bed making you move further back. “You are in Talokan, in pequeño. And as far as who I am, I go by many names. But my people call me K’uk’ulkan, my enemies call me Namor, but you can call me-”

“What are you going to do to me?” You interrupt. The smile he had on his face drops and with quickness he grabbed your face. “Such an ungrateful girl, give me a reason why I shouldn’t throw you to the sharks and watch them eat you piece by piece.”

As he looks deep into your eyes he loosens his grip on your face. “I’m sorry.” You say as you try to move your face. He lifts your chin, gently this time. “My little goddess, never apologize. I have so much to teach you.” He tuts his tongue at you.

He looks you up and down and his eyes seems to settle on your breasts. It was your turn to clear your throat. “Why am I here?” You ask him.

“You are here because I want you to be here. You belong to me.” You jerk your chin away from him. “Belong to you? I’m not some trophy or some piece of property. I’m a person.”

He just leans in close to your ear and you can’t help but inhale his scent and swallow a moan. “Your parents promised you to me, in exchange for your life. But they tricked me, and took you away from me. I’ve waited a very long time, and watched you from a far. I’ve watched you as a small child, I’ve watched you grown into a rebellious teenager and now I’ve seen you grown as a woman. One who I might add have made me very angry seeing that you have men lusting after you.” He grabs you by the thighs and yanks you close to him.

“You said that my parent’s promised me to you?” He leans in close ignoring your question. “You know you talk in your sleep. I’m jealous of whoever you dream about because you just kept moaning, which makes me wonder, in reina, will you moan for me?” He massages your inner thighs which makes your body betray you.

You let out a soft moan and he smirks. “Does this feel good?” He moves closer to your pussy and you feel your legs spread a bit more. You nod and his hands move away from you, causing you to be frustrated.

“Tell me, would you ever let a god taste you?” He whispers against your lips. “Y-” He grips your neck and he presses your back against the bed. “Jump'éel mujercita jach Ch'uul.” He whispers as he bites your bottom lip.

You should be trying to get away, screaming, clawing at his face so you can get the upper hand. But you want his forbidden touch. You want his devilish mouth on you.

“I want to know how a god tastes a mortal.” You tell him as he runs his thumb across your throat. He lets go and he rips away whatever you were trying to use to cover yourself.

He moves down between your legs and he opens your thighs hungrily staring at his next meal. You two make eye contact with each other and you start to look away but he tugs at your pubic hair making you wince.

“Don’t look away, I want you to watch. I want to watch the bliss and ecstasy form in your eyes.” He says as he kisses your left inner thighs. He holds your thighs down so you can’t move.

He kisses your right inner thigh and he bites it which makes you jerk and moan. He smiles at you then. “She likes pain I see. Oh there will be plenty of time for that.” He yanks you up so that your legs were on his shoulders. He kisses your swollen lips and with his tongue he parts them and you feel him flick his tongue against your clit.

You keep the eye contact, but just barely. Your eyes want to roll back but instead you rock your hips. “Mmm you taste like a sweet fruit. So wet, and so delicious.” He moans into your pussy.

One of your hands get tangled into his hair and you moan out his name. “K’uk’ulkan, please don’t..don’t stop.” His eyes roll back as he spreads you open wider.

You gasp as you feel his tongue slide down to your ass. You’ve never felt that sensation before. But damn it feels good. You start humping his face but he stops and moves away from you.

He licks his lips as he looks at you and you see he is hard under the silk piece he still had tied around his waist. “You will be my queen, and since you will, I need you to come sit on your throne.” He lays down and as you go to move the silk piece but he tsks and grabs your hips. “Not yet my queen, I want you to sit on my face and I want to taste your cum drip in my mouth.”

The sexual atmosphere starts to weaken and you feel shy. He slaps your ass making you yelp and he lifts you up as your pussy hovers over his face. “Now sit.” He orders. “Are you sure? I don’t want to smother you.”

“Do you want me to slap your ass again?” You shake your head but remember he can’t see. “No… but I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not a small girl.” He scoffs. “I can hold my breathe for a very long time, so you smothering me isn’t a problem. Now sit!” He yells out. You do as yours told and sit down on his face.

He palms your ass and starts to lick you deep. He moans and your eyes roll back as to you arch your back. You start moving your hips as you ride his face. “Oh god…” You moan out as you steady your hands on his chest. You see his cock peeking through the silk piece and you free it.

His cock hits his stomach and you grip it. His tongue slides into your ass as start riding his face faster. “Just like that, please don’t stop. Please don’t…” You lean forward and take the head of his cock in your mouth. As you try to focus on sucking you can’t help but feel his tongue twirling inside of your ass. You’re going to cum in this man’s mouth soon and it’s going to happen faster than you think.

Your breathing picks up and you decide to lean up so don’t cum too fast. “Don’t do that, just cum for me, my queen. Show everyone how a queen sits on their throne. Mmm use my mouth for your pleasure.” He pulls you back down and your hips work on their own.

“I’m yours. I’m your queen. I’m your queen.” You moan out as you work your clit on the tip of his nose. You lean forward and see precum pooling at the tip of his cock. So you suck hard and he lets out a primal grunt. He bucks his hips and you feel him starting to fuck your mouth. You feel the head of his cock throb in your throat and you feel your walls clench around his tongue.

His cock pops out of your mouth as you moan that you’re cumming. He sucks your clit hard one more time and you start seeing stars as you cum in his mouth.

“Oh god, please suck me.” You moan out. He lifts you up and grabs the back of your head bringing his lips to yours. “Now taste.” He kisses you and you taste yourself on his lips. You suck his tongue and stroke him. He starts fucking your hand and moaning against your neck in his native tongue.

“I’m cumming.” He moans out seconds later. You feel warm liquid in your hand and he gives you a sexually satisfied stare. “Now what are you going to do with that, in reina? Because next time, In k'áat in wiix ichil teech, utia'al u a ts'aik sáasil in waal.”

You have no clue what he just said but you knew it was something sexual…

A/N so this all came to be because I really like Tenoch Huerta’s features, especially his nose 😮‍💨 if you know you know, and I used google translate for some of Namor’s dialogue. If I got it wrong please forgive me and blame google. Idk if there will be a part 2 but if you guys want it let me know!

#namor #namor smut #smut fanfiction #tenoch huerta #wakanda forever #namor x black reader #watsittoyah