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arminsumi · 5 months

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more jealous sukuna please? and and sukuna smut too? your sukuna has been on my mind like a rotisserie chicken in microwave

LIKE YOU'RE MY QUEEN

“What would you prefer? Gojo spoiling you like a princess, or me spoiling you like a queen?”

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★ Featuring : boss!Sukuna, co-worker!Gojo

★ Synopsis : at a Christmas work party, your jealous boss Sukuna proves that he can treat you better than Gojo ever could.

★ Note : like a rotisserie chicken in a microwave?! 😂 best thing i ever heard

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, jealousy, possessiveness, rivalry between Gojo and Sukuna, reader x Gojo smut memories, bl*wjob + deepthroating, cunnilingus/facesitting, creampies, reader is on birth control, taking condom off (consensual), Gojo catching/listening thru door, +++

Sukuna steps out of a shower dripping wet.

He wraps a towel around his waist, and it hangs dangerously low on his hips, showing the definition of his V-line and his dark patch of hair. He wipes a clearing on the steamed-up mirror with his hand, then gets ready to shave – lines up all the products that he’s going to use. It’s funny; you wouldn’t expect him to have so many skin care products, yet he does.

Sukuna shaves his cheeks with a precise, beady eye on his reflection in the mirror. The razor makes small, sharp sounds when he drags it across his jawline, which he juts out a bit.

Why is he shaving so precisely? Well, Sukuna overheard you speaking once to a co-worker in the office, and you said something about being turned on by clean-shaven men.

After shaving, he puts on an Italian-branded moisturizer. He also dabs on a pea-sized amount of some special skin care product and using both his middle fingers he smooths it onto his skin in a sweepy pattern.

Apparently, you like it when men have a lingering moisturizer scent on their cheeks.

Sukuna spends a long time getting ready for the Christmas work party that he’s hosting tonight at his own penthouse. The whole office anticipates this end of year party from Sukuna, they’re very lavish.

You better notice his obvious efforts.

He knows you're an intelligent and well-versed woman. He likes that about you. And he likes your look, especially at the end-of-year work parties when you really glam yourself up for the occasion. But he likes your look even when you're scurrying around the office with messy hair and no make-up to conceal your imperfections, he still looks at you with the same lustfulness – like he needs to take you into his office and bend you over his desk for doing a good job.

Your boss distinctly remembers how you looked at the Christmas work party last year; your smile and glittering earrings like a treasured photograph in his mind.

He hopes you'll wear the thin-chained, diamond necklace that he gifted you. Whenever you wear it, he feels a bit delusional — he thinks you belong to him. But you’re just his employee.

Something your boss regrets is hiring a particular employee.

This employee is tall, sorely good-looking and charismatic to the point of making it hard for his co-workers (and Sukuna) catch your eye. Sukuna’s been battling to maintain his pride and not fire the man solely for charming you.

Sometimes you’ve noticed Sukuna clenching his jaw when catching you and this employee flirting by the water-cooler. He usually strides by and grumbles “Get back to work.” to disrupt the two of you.

Sukuna thinks this man has some audacity to get in your pants, considering the whole office knows that Sukuna has eyes on you.

When you first started out at this job, Sukuna was cruel and harsh on you even though you were clearly trying your best as a rookie – and what a cheeky move his employee made when he noticed this; he buttered you up after Sukuna yelled at you so that you’d take more of a liking to him than your boss.

One of the first things Gojo Satoru said to you was;

“Sweets, don’t listen too closely to the boss; you’re doing great for a rookie.”

And from that moment, you were enamoured by him. Your co-worker with white hair, standing at a big 6’3 frame, wearing an intoxicating Giorgio Armani cologne. You and him have a three year age gap, him being older and also a single dad… two things that turn you on.

Sukuna and Gojo may have the funniest boss/employee dynamic you’ve ever seen. They both act like they’re the boss.

Sometimes you follow orders from Gojo and say “Yes, sir.” and this makes Sukuna ball his hands into fists on his desk. He keeps a stoic, professional face. Gojo just laughs and usually replies with “Sweets, ‘m not the boss – he is. Right, Sukuna?” to which Sukuna quietly thinks of murder.

If Gojo wasn’t his best employee, you’re sure there would be a fight between them. It’s not the work ethic of Gojo that makes him a good employee, it’s the fact he brings in great business from around the world because he is just so incredibly charming and charismatic.

Sukuna appreciates and respects Gojo’s charm and charisma, yes. Until it’s used on you. Then he seethes.

At Christmas parties, Gojo’s always hot on you. But this year, Sukuna’s determined to make sure to corner you before Mister Blue Eyes does.

— ★

A dim-lit, lavish room big enough to accommodate the whole office of employees is decorated and filled to the brim. Servers sieve through the crowd. A glittering chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling. The work party is somehow even more lavish than last year’s, which you can’t comprehend.

Just like I said; Gojo is always hot on you at these parties. His eyes are on you (and blazing with lust) immediately after you appear. Tonight, you’re wearing a tight, glittery slip dress that you were gifted anonymously. And Gojo makes haste to compliment you as flirtatiously as possible.

“I think the chandelier is jealous.” He goofs, making you smile.

“Hey, Satoru.” You greet him.

“Hey.”

Sukuna watches from across the room as you two share a hug – and it’s a hug that tells a whole story.

You and Satoru have been clearly bonding as co-workers… especially this year, after you two went on that business trip together in Okinawa.

Well, now Sukuna regrets allowing you to accompany Gojo on that trip. Clearly the two of you spent the month steaming up the hotel’s shower and ruining the tightly tucked bedsheets.

And he’s right.

You and Satoru practically spent the whole business trip fucking like bunnies in as many positions as you could and in as many places as you could – both in the hotel room and around the resort you stayed at.

There had been a sexual tension between you and Satoru that built up during the work year since January, and it finally snapped during the trip in Okinawa when it was just you and him alone together. The first night? Gojo was so smooth it made you giggle uncontrollably, even while caged between his strong arms. He made sure to fuck your giggles out until they turned into screaming moans.

God he was skilled – really skilled. And you know what’s worse than a man who’s skilled in the bedroom? A man with a big, fat cock. Eight. A bit of a right-tending curve. Pale. Lots of veins – a prominent one running down the shaft. Pink tip. Taut balls, heavy with cum. No condoms as per your request after you saw it the first time. Creampies as per your demand since you had birth control. And be glad you had it, because Satoru’s cum was potent.

All you could babble as he fucked you each time was:

“God, your cock is so fucking big, Satoru!”

And he had a smug reply every time.

“I know, baby. But you love taking it, right?”

Satoru fucked you during that business trip like he was trying to burn the memory of how good he fucks into your mind. He nicknamed you his Sex Bunny because of how readily you hopped on his dick each time he flirted – and when the two of you were in the office again, he shortened it to just Bunny. It was like a little inside joke between the two of you, one that made you instantly giggle and feel hot in the face.

Neither of you counted how many times you two had sex in Okinawa, but tonight at the Christmas party you and Satoru reminisced about all the places you had sex in.

The hotel lobby with a remote-control vibe. The hotel bed. The hotel shower. Against the hotel window. Over a room-service cart. Standing by the hotel door – outside, not inside, at 3 am when no one was around but still it was risky. At the restaurant. At the other restaurant. At the beach. Twice. In the backseat of an expensive, rented car.

“… wish we could have ticked the plane off our list of locations.” Satoru smirks

“What are you two talking about?” your other co-worker, Nanami Kento, joins the conversation.

“Nothin’, just our trip to Okinawa last month. It was pretty fruitful.” Satoru holds back a laugh.

Kento nods, sipping his champagne. The three of you talk business for a while but then Kento leaves to go talk to Suguru who beckoned for him to come over to the other side of the room – introducing work people, you know.

“Satoru, you come here too. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Suguru calls for his best friend.

“Suguru, you’ll have to work harder than that if you want to tear me away from her.” Satoru jokes.

You feel your cheeks warm up. If it wasn’t for the professional setting of a work party, Satoru would be caressing your hips and kissing you as if you’re his to-be wife. Actually, Satoru seriously considers doing both of those things after hearing you laugh but then the two of you are interrupted by a familiar, strong-voiced man.

Sukuna seethes at Gojo’s audacity to stand so close to you. He purses his lips and tenses his abdomen muscles. He gets full-body fits of jealousy; his muscles tensing and lips pursing are common.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Sukuna asks stiffly.

“Of course – and you’re responsible for it.” Gojo cheeks.

There’s an underlying meaning to his response that Sukuna pieces together instantly – his jaw clenches but he maintains his composure.

You’re flitting your attention between the men.

Gojo is severely good-looking. Not just because he won the genetic lottery, but because he maintains his looks with high-end classy fashion and he refines himself to the point of looking ready for a model photoshoot.

Sukuna has a sensual, firm feeling to his looks. Jawline sharp enough to cut, and his voice cuts too – he’s sliced through the tension between you and Gojo. Cleaving Gojo is just something he enjoys doing. He’s a bit sadistic, he delights in Gojo’s downfall. You’re being charmed away by Sukuna with each word he speaks.

So Gojo flirts harder.

Then Sukuna flirts harder.

You feel a bit small with these two big, muscular men in suits clustering close to your tinier body. They’re like peacocks having a feather show-off competition to win you over.

Both men are trying to undress you with their eyes, their pupils peeling back the thin fabric cradling your breasts. Sukuna’s feasted on your cleavage many times when you’ve bent over in the office to pick something up. It irks him that Gojo has had the privilege of playing with your breasts and he hasn’t yet.

He’s pooling with jealousy; it’s spilling through his tone as he continues talking with you and Gojo.

Sukuna notes that you’re wearing the thin-chained, diamond necklace that he hoped you'd wear.

Your dress glitters.

Sukuna gets a little hard right then because he stares at you for too long. The dress hugs the shape of your body so that every kink and curve is unconcealed. It leaves little up to the imagination.

That's what he likes to see. His favorite employee wearing his necklace and his dress at his party.

The men talked business with you for a bit, but not for long.

"She looks like a goddess tonight, doesn’t she, Sukuna? I don't know how any man here is standing upright. Me personally, my knees are buckling."

Your cheeks burn, “Oh, Satoru, you’re laying it on thick, you flirty bastard.” You light-heartedly shove his chest.

Sukuna clenches his jaw.

Not only did your response to Gojo’s flirting irk Sukuna, but also the way you used his first name – you’re that close? And you touching Gojo was just the nail in the coffin.

“You talk a lot as usual, Gojo.” Sukuna’s professional tone slips for a second.

“I know, I know…” Gojo smirks cheekily, knowing he was chipping away at Sukuna. “But don’t you think that dress just fits her form so perfectly?” he emphasizes.

“Yes, it was made for her.” Sukuna replies. Gojo tilts his head in surprise. “I contacted a friend overseas and asked if he could have it made in time for Christmas. Good to see my efforts weren’t for nothing.”

Your cheeks burn as Sukuna reveals that he bought the dress for you. He’d gotten your measurements from your tailor.

"Oh! — oh my god, you really didn't have to do that for me, Sukuna." you reply humbly.

Sukuna smirks smugly after hearing his name from your lips.

"I absolutely had to. You deserved it after working so hard for me this year."

Gojo has goes quiet and purses his lips.

"Your efforts definitely weren't for nothing, Sukuna." Gojo chimes in smoothly.

"Ahah, Satoru you're really overdoing it. Thank you, though. Always nice to hear sweet things from your lips." you flirt a little.

You flirt a little.

Gojo flirts back.

Sukuna is teetering between being a boss of a company and being his old self who used to aspire to be a professional boxer.

Gojo is a man that gets everything he wants – you know, like he’s the chosen one and life was tailored to fit him. An excellent position at an excellent job, screwing his hot co-worker in Okinawa.

Just once, Sukuna wants to take everything away from Gojo.

Now your boss is itching to get alone with you. Gojo yaps, flirts, plays, never shuts up. Then finally, he readies leave.

“Alright, I’ll have to leave for a moment. Suguru has been wanting my attention since I got here and I’m such a bad friend that I’ve ignored him for your company instead.” He joked. “But I promise I’ll come back and spoil ya, ‘princess.”

No you won’t, Sukuna thinks.

And the split second that Gojo joins Suguru’s small group conversation, Sukuna steers you through the crowd and leads you up the stairs – holding your hand like a real gentleman, you thought. But Sukuna’s a gentleman with carnal, primal desires.

He looks at your neck, at the necklace, then his eyes trail down to your cleavage and he admires the dress as it shimmers in the dim light.

He decides that tonight he'll win you over.

Enough of this peacock war between Sukuna and Gojo. He's the boss, right?

— ★

You sit cross-legged on a lush, black sheet bed, giggling at the dirty jokes that your boss, Ryomen Sukuna, is muttering into your ear. He makes you wiggle your foot flirtatiously, your high heel slipping off a bit.

The party is still ongoing downstairs. Gojo Satoru wonders where you are but Geto Suguru is keeping him locked in a business conversation with Nanami Kento and Fushiguro Toji.

You act like Sukuna’s flirting is too hot and heavy for you to handle. A big grin is plastered on your face.

He leans in close to your ear. You catch a whiff of his intoxicating after-shave oil and his cologne; he smells spicy and expensive.

Then he asks you a question that ends the playful flirting and turns the atmosphere into a serious lust.

"What would you prefer? Gojo spoiling you like a princess, or me spoiling you like a queen?"

He sees your eyes light up and your body shift excitedly. His closeness makes your breath hitch.

"I-if I'm being honest? The latter."

“I think you’re lying.” He teases.

“Lying? Why do you think so?” you ask flirtatiously.

Sukuna’s lips graze yours.

“Because you’ve been flirting like a slutty little princess with him all night.”

You swallow. His cologne floods your head. You can’t think straight. You look down and see he’s got a bulge in his tight pants. It takes all your self-restraint not to reach out and squeeze his cock through his pants; it looks so delicious.

“Am I wrong?” he asks after you’ve gone silent for much too long. “Maybe you want both of us.”

“Of course I do.” You admit openly.

“Oh? You’re sluttier than I thought.” He smirks.

“Isn’t that why I’m your favorite employee?” you tease.

“Hmmm… I don’t know if you’re still my favorite employee after admitting you want both me and Gojo.” He replies.

“Aw… well, if I’m not your favorite employee anymore…”

Your fingertips reach out and touch the curve of his cock.

“… can I become your favorite slut?”

Those words go straight to his cock. It’s straining against his pants now. He’s so hard it’s getting jumpy, you can see it visibly twitching in his pants.

***

Pants unzipped, head tilted back, eyes shut in bliss, Sukuna palms your head up and down on his cock, making your lips slide up and down his cock.

You splutter when he hits the back of your throat, and gag when he starts to slide his big cock down your throat.

“Ghhhn.” You gargle and choke as his thick, bulbous cockhead stretches out your throat.

He tastes so addicting. That’s something Sukuna has in common with Satoru; tasting so damn good. Is it their lifestyles? Their diets? Who knows. You remember sucking Satoru dry in Okinawa because his cum just tasted so good.

Taking as much of your boss’ cock as you can, you let him keep you down on it for a few seconds before hastily pulling off for air.

He groans loudly.

“Fuck, maybe you will become my favorite slut after tonight.” He jokes. “Look how fucking sloppy you’ve made my cock.”

You wipe the saliva from your chin and lips, smiling happily at Sukuna’s slicked cock.

He changes positions. The bedsheets rustle as he lays on it, stretching his long legs out. His cock sways as he moves, you eye it out.

“Come here.” He commands with a beckoning finger.

You crawl over to him and straddle his lap. He rests his hands on your hips and looks at your glittering slip dress – it rises over the curve of your thigh. He squeezes the plush fat there, letting out a groan of satisfaction at the sensation of your flesh moulding to his hand.

“You’ve been a good slut to me, now tell me what you want first; do you want me to treat you like a slut or like my queen?”

“Like your queen.” you reply with sparkly eyes.

“Then come up here and sit on your throne, my queen.” He commands.

You look at him dumbstruck.

During the trip in Okinawa, Gojo wasn’t opposed to eating you out – if you asked him he would do it. But he wasn’t all too good at it, it was just for prep. You didn’t complain because he made up for it by luring multiple orgasms out of your pussy with his cock.

Your hips hover inches above your boss’ tattooed face. His eyes catch on the slick that’s dribbling out your hole and smearing across your inner thigh. He notices you hesitate to sit down on his face.

“Sit.” He commands again.

But before you lower your pussy onto his face, he does it himself – by grabbing your hips and bringing you down.

“Oh! Fuck! Mmm!” you gasp.

Sukuna wastes no time working his skilled tongue into your pussy.

At first he runs his tongue up and down the slit, not quite parting it yet. Teasing, light licking up to your clit, he grazes circles around it with his pointed tongue. You squirm your hips, so he holds them more firmly.

“Don’t you fucking squirm. Stay right here, my queen.”

Sukuna’s words and breath go right against your puffy clit. It’s buzzing and sensitive, needy for attention. You gasp loudly when you feel him kiss it. Then he kisses it again – sloppier, and starts making out with your clit as if it’s your lips.

“Oh, fuck! S-sir!” you breathe excitedly.

He hums against your clit, smug that you’re still calling him ‘Sir’.

Now he starts to suckle your clit gently, massaging his tongue into it while he does. His big hands caress up and down your shuddering thighs.

“Mmm!” you whine, pinching your eyes shut and feeling good on your boss’ face.

He pulls his lips away, murmuring “Bet that asshole never made you make these noises, hm?” he says proudly.

Sukuna’s tongue flattens out and swipes upwards, he starts lapping like a thirsty dog. You hear him breathing and lightly groaning. Sukuna’s using all his tricks on your pussy.

You place your hands on the headboard in front of you and gulp, pinching your eyes shut even tighter. He can’t see it, but he just knows your lips are forming that O shape right now. His tongue wiggles into your hole, and he starts tongue-fucking you hard and fast. His lips press against your squishy folds. He can feel your juices start running down his chin as he continues.

“Oh my god!” your moans quiver. Your body trembles a bit. “That’s so fucking good!”

Sukuna smirks into your pussy and keeps fucking you with his tongue. You clench tight.

Sukuna works his tongue against your clit. He builds up your first orgasm of the night. His tongue goes faster and faster against your puffy clit, lips latching on and suckling it. You feel your orgasm nearing and your mind goes fuzzy. You’re dumbing out on Sukuna’s tongue.

It feels too good, you can't help but hump your hips back and forth on Sukuna's face.

"That's it, fuck my face." he groans and switches from thrusting his tongue into your hole to suckling your clit again. He points his tongue at your bud and flicks it rapidly.

"Fuuuck! Oh my god that's so good that's s-so fucking good! Please don't stop! MHM! Oh my god I'm gonna — cummm!!"

You roll your eyes back and feel your orgasm working up in your pussy as Sukuna sucks your clit harder. You zone out on pleasure and focus on cumming.

Sukuna groans into your pussy, feeling you gush all over his face. He’s a mess, his cheek splattered with your watery cum as it dribbles out. He keeps licking you through your orgasm, making you shudder and scream.

Sukuna lets out a naughty, humming laugh that gets muffled onto your pussy. You cum all over his face and shake violently, feeling your pussy convulse and contract.

There's just one thing you have to say to Sukuna for him to toss you off his face.

"Need your cock, please!"

He licks your inner thighs to clean them up.

“Sure, queen.”

— ★

Gojo's still enjoying the party, but now it's been an hour since you disappeared and he wonders where you are until he realizes Sukuna is nowhere to be found, either. Hm,

You've got your legs pushed back as Sukuna eases his cock into your pussy. He slowly stretches you open, savoring the feeling of pushing past your entrance.

Then he groans while he starts to fuck his inches into you one by one. Big hands keep your legs pushed back into a mating press.

You let out quivering moans and roll your eyes back. Sukuna's jaw slacks and he tilts his head off to the side. His fat cockhead prods at your G-spot and that's when you squeal;

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh, right here?"

"Mhm! Fuck! Right theeere, Sukuna! Oh my god, S-Sukunaaa!"

"Ooh, you're gettin' loud for your boss’ cock, huh?" he grins as he starts thrusting hard, sweeping thrusts into your G-spot. “I like that. Let everyone hear who’s fucking your cunt so good.”

He stares down at the place where you and him connect. Your pussy feels sticky all over as he fucks your juices out. His cock works in and out of you at a mean pace and you moan louder and louder as he goes faster and faster, totally turning your brain to mush.

"Ooh fuck!" you gasp each time he reaches a new depth with his tip.

Sukuna thumbs skillfully at your clit while pushing his cock as deep as your pussy will let him go.

He doesn't know where to look, because your breasts are sluttily bouncing in your dress and your exposed lower tummy is shuddering with each thrust of his big cock.

His breathing gets ragged, and he grunts, positioning himself at a better angle so he can reach deeper.

At this angle his cock has you seeing stars. Your mouth makes an O shape and you go silent, unable to moan because of how good it feels. How funny, he thinks. He's fucked you so good you can’t even moan, your voice is gone.

But then it comes back louder than ever.

"S'kuna!! Fuckfuckfuck moreright there please FUCK ahhhh god fuck I loveyousomuch pleasedon'tstopfuckingme!!"

His ego inflates after catching that ‘I love you so much’.

"That’s it, love me – never him, understand?" he growls seriously, and suddenly stills inside you. “Say it. You love me and not him.”

You gasp, feeling his tip pressing against your cervix.

"Yes! I love you, not him!”

Sukuna grunts and keeps pressuring your cervix with his cock. He roughly squeezes your hips, your stomach, your breasts like a primal lover.

"Tell me I fuck you better than Gojo Satoru. Scream it.”

His rough, animalist thrusts start up again and your eyes roll back, mouth hung open and teeth bearing when it feels too good.

"Y-you fuck me better than Gojo Satoru!" you scream.

Sukuna keeps making you scream this over and over.

"Keep fucking saying it, I'm getting so close." he groans.

Then a feeling comes over him, like someone's outside the door. He smirks and gives a glance behind him at the closed door.

"Say it again." Sukuna commands you, eyes still on the door. He's pure evil.

"You fuck me so good, S'kuna!" you babble, "You fuck me better than Gojo!"

"That's a good fuckin' girl.” He growls nastily, “Now keep telling me how much better I am than him while you take this fucking cock." he growls and starts thrusting into you harder and faster until his sticky balls slap into you loudly.

Sukuna keeps fucking you until your body jiggles at the force of his thrusts. You shift up the bed and cling to the headboard, Sukuna sees your tiny hand grab it and he puts his hand over yours.

Hands off your body, he fucks you full of his cock and makes sure it's as loud as possible.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Nnnh don't stop!" you gasp, feeling a G-spot stimulated orgasm building up in your pussy.

"Yeah, cum. Cum for me and only me." Sukuna growls and pounds into you.

"Fuck, S'kunaaa 'm cumming on your b-big cock!" you scream, unable to keep quiet at all with how his cock is fucking you.

You shake from head to toe and feel your pussy constrict tightly around his big cock. He watches your eyes roll back and your body tense up as you cum long and hard. Sukuna groans and feels your milking contractions and it gets him close to his own orgasm.

"Hear that?" he talks, but not to you. "This pussy’s all mine now. I’m gonna fuckin’ claim it.”

He leans down and asks you clearly; "Baby, do you want me to take the condom off and cum inside?" he asks.

"Yes! Yes please! Fuck me raw, cum inside!" you cry, feeling his cock continue to pound into you after your orgasm.

"Good girl. Taking my fucking dick so good." he slides out and pulls the condom off his cock with a little difficulty, his fingers slipping. He gets a grip on the end and peels it off his cock and tosses the condom onto the pillow next to your head.

Sukuna enters you again and gets right back to the same pace he was fucking you with earlier.

"Fuck!" you gasp, thrashing your legs around. "Fuck, oh my god!"

"I'm close..." he closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

You look behind you to see him, eyes catching on his tattoos and flexing muscles. He's sweating and grunting, pounding into you like he's proving a point. Because he is.

"Fuck. I'm cumming, take it all." he growls and holds your body almost suffocatingly tightly.

You roll your eyes back when you feel him push himself as deep as he can go. Hot ropes of his sticky cum spurt out of his cock, filling you up so much that you can really feel it. Your pussy milks him through his orgasm and he moans brokenly.

"Fuck..." he slaps your ass hard, and thrusts a little bit more inside you just so that sloppy sound fills the room.

"Listen to that creampied pussy. Sounds like it's all mine now, huh Gojo?"

You blink dumbly.

Gojo smirks behind the closed door and walks away, shaking his head, muttering curses under his breath at his boss.

Well, how unfortunate, Sukuna fucked his jealousy out into your pussy, but now Gojo is throbbing with jealousy as he walks away from the door, defined jaw clenching tight and cock rock hard in his tight pants.

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mintmatcha · 5 months

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one, two, and....

Hanamaki x reader x Matsukawa

cw: cisfem reader, threesome, PIV sex, squirting

a/n: I've been working on this forever and I think it's time to release it into the world. Originally it was supposed to have three different endings to choose from, so maybe one day I'll release the Snyder Cut With all three lol!

"I've been thinking of starting an OnlyFans."

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"Oh, you've seen his dick?" you ask, a bit sarcastically. They did play sports in high school; it's possible a penis popped out in the changing rooms.

"Duh." Makki puffs his chest, "We've had a threeway."

That's news. A sticky, dark feeling clings to your chest. It's wrong of you to want either of them, and yet you want both-- the idea that someone else beat you to it makes your stomach flip.

“It was a good one too.” Mattsun says. He doesn't even bawk, clearly more concerned with the game than this.

“Aww, it’s always good with you, babe.” Makki blows a kiss, with a flourish of his wrist, "That hand job? Phenomenal."

Your character dies in a blaze of color and lights, it's sad little noise soon drowned out by victory music. Mattsun tosses his controller to the side, pumping his fist in a rather calm victory. You quickly exit out of the game and let the opening screen loop, your mood soured.

"You guys are just fucking with me,” you grumble.

“Like I’d ever joke about sex.” Makki sends you a wink and you hate that it makes your cheeks a little hot.

“It’s the only thing he takes seriously," Mattsun agrees. They both elbow each other conspiratorially, sharing a laugh that might be at your expense. Mattsun’s dark eyes flicker to you and his wolfish smile grows toothier as he draws his gaze down, raking over every inch of your body. Oh, they are definitely lying. Your jealousy immediately drains from your body.

“Are you -?”

You interrupt Mattsun before he can even finish.

“Prove it then."

Both men turn in unison, Makki’s eyes wide and Mattsun’s narrowed.

“Prove you’re had a threesome,” you clarify with a shrug. Your voice is dripping with victory and you can barely keep the grin from your face.

“How can we prove that?” Mattsun laughs, “I didn’t take pictures.”

You pretend to think about it for a moment. “Kiss each other.”

“What?” It's Makki's turn to laugh.

“Kiss each other,” you repeat, making a jerk off motion in the air, “You guys rubbed cocks, but you won’t kiss? Really?”

They share a quick glance, communicating silently between themselves with fleeting expressions and pointing chins. Mattsun suddenly scoffs, turning back to you with a raised brow. Neither of them say anything and you know you’re won.

“‘I’m going to start an OnlyFans,’” you taunt, “‘I have a huge cock.’ ‘I’ve had so many threesomes.’ You’re such bad liars.”

Makki moves first. He presses forward on to his hands, gripping his friend’s thigh as he leans in head first. He lingers in the lack of space he's created, nose brushing up against his friends. They share a couple of unheard words before Mattsun closes the gap between them with a lazy tilt of his head, lips just barely touching the others in the faintest of kisses. Before you can claim that a kiss that chaste doesn’t count, Makki moves again, swinging a leg over to straddle Mattsun in a practiced move. You gasp out loud as they meet again, mouths parted and tongue sliding against each other.

Then, it’s a tangle. Mattsun’s fingers are woven into strawberry blonde hair, dragging him closer to catch Makki’s lip in between his teeth. He seems to enjoy the pain; Makki’s hums of approval rumble so deep you can feel it resonate in your chest, filling the space between your ribs with a burning desire. Hands wander, gripping shirts and hips and the back of each other's necks, barely giving them space to pull in a breath. It’s pornographic, the way they grind into each other, rutting like dogs. If it's an act- it’s a good one. Through the thick fabric of his jeans, you swear you can see the outline of Makki’s cock against his thigh, waiting for attention.

You want attention too-- you're dripping for it. You push back into the arm of the couch and clamp your legs together, hoping to smother the want that's built there. Part of you wonders if they’d ever notice if your hand slipped down the front of your pants; they’re so lost in the moment that you think they’ve forgotten you exist.

Just as you debate it, hand on the buckle of your belt, Makki’s head snaps your way knowingly. The dark haired man doesn't stop though; Mattsun's lips immediately latch onto the base of his neck, sucking a hickey on to freckled skin.

“C’mere.” There’s a pitch to Makki's voice as teeth sink in right before his Adam's apple. "C'mere."

There’s no time to hesitate. Makki’s hand clamps around your ankle and tugs, sliding you closer and trapping your legs between the men’s bodies. You barely manage to remain sitting up and you almost immediately regret not falling over. Makki is too close, watching you with a hazed over expression that makes your stomach twist tight.

Somehow, Mattsun is unphased, eyes so heavily lidded that you can barely make out how they flicker to you. At least, you think he’s unaffected, until one of his fingers catches under one of your belt loops. They pull you closer together, folding you until you're angled awkwardly beside them, legs still trapped.

"I-" you start, a pant to your voice. Sometimes you forget how tall they both are, but right now you are very aware; they both tower over you, a hunger in their eyes you barely recognize. "You guys-"

"Dude," Makki's breath tickles against your cheek, "Shut up."

"Yeah." Mattsun agrees into the soft of your neck, sarcastic as always, "Read the room."

The chaos of both of them slowly envelops you. Makki's lips meet yours as Mattsun's teeth nip and all you can do is gasp as every nerve in your body flares. It's overwhelming to be the center of both of their desires, being tugged and pulled back and forth, someone's hands digging into the soft of your stomach, someone else unbuttoning your pants.

When you break away to breathe, Mattsun is there, catching you right where Makki left off. He kisses differently- lazier, slower. His counterpart kissed you so roughly your lips burn where his teeth once were; Mattsun approaches with a feather touch, barely enough to satiate your need for him.

Hands snake across your back and around to your tits, greedily cupping them through your shirt. Somehow, you've migrated, now straddling Mattsun's lap with Makki at your back. Your bra gaps and gives and Makki grumbles in annoyance.

“Issei,” You’ve never heard Makki use his first name before, “Unhook her bra.”

Mattsun finishes the kiss, lingering, savoring, watching with his deep, dreamy eyes.

“Do it yourself.” His voice is practically a sigh. You want to melt into him, sinking into him to slot your mouths together.

"You know, last week Issei over here told me how bad he wants to suck your tits," Makki whispers into the shell of your ear. A warm touch slips under your shirt and your bra suddenly feels loose. You lean back enough to give the blonde enough space to go back to kneading your breasts and this time his long fingers roll your nipple between them, "He's been hard for you for a while now.'

A twitch has started in your legs, trembling tight as the hot feeling inside you screws tighter and tighter. The way your jeans sit gives you nothing to grind against, not even the rock hard cock that's pressed into your thigh. It's thick -- much thicker than you expected.

"I wanna suck them too, obviously," Makki continues, "I wanna put my mouth everywhere."

He pecks your earlobe. "Wanna suck your clit while you struggle to take Issei's cock."

Mattsun hums in approval as he grabs your hips, tugging your hips impossibly closer, "If she can even take it."

That turns your core molten. They want you-- they want you the way you want them. You wish they'd keep talking and blab about all of their dirty whims and wants-

"Yeah," you breathe, "Yeah, I can take it."

Mattsun slips his hand from your legs and ghosts them up to your waistband. The open button of your jeans makes it easy for him to slide in, dipping down under your panties. His fingers are wide, brushing against the cleft of your pussy delicately.

"She isn't shaved." He talks like you aren't there, looking over your shoulder to his friend.

"Oh, I like that," Makki chirps. The ministrations haven't stopped; he's still rolling and squeezing and pinching, watching for what makes you wiggle and gasp. He finds a good motion just as the heel of Mattsun's palm grinds against your clit. Those massive fingers waste no time, forcing their way inside you. The suddenness stretches you tender.

All three sensations combine and suddenly your brain is fuzzy-- your eyes can even stay focused. It's too much, it's not enough; you squirm and you can't tell if you're trying to get away or get more.

"Oh shit," Mattsun chuckles, scissoring his fingers side to side. This time you yelp-- mostly out of surprise -- and that spurs him on further. "There's no way you're fitting me. Fuck, I don't know if you'd fit Hiro."

"You're making me sound shrimpy."

"Shrimpier than me."

"I'm not shrimpy! Dude's like, inches longer than the national average. I've checked."

"You named your cock Dude?"

"Oi, it's a good-"

You cut in, voice flat. You love them both, but the quips just aren't that sexy when you're those horny, "Please stop doing-- that--" Oh, your voice is broken/, "You're killing my orgasm."

"Oh shit, you gonna cum?" Mattsun realizes, grinding back down again. That sparks something in you again, but not quite as bright, but your body cramps at the thought of not chasing it. "You that sensitive?"

"Love an easy girl," Makki chirps.

"I was going to-" You shook a glance between them, both sheepish and grinning- "until you guys opened your mouths."

"Aw, does that mean the threesome is off?" Makki says that as he's lifting your shirt up. You help, letting him strip your top bare.

"No," you admit in a low voice, "I wanna keep going.”

They exchange a look and you swear they are mentally high fiving each other. You wriggle off your pants and they both sudden spring into action, afraid of this moment passing by.

"You should ask Hiro to fuck you first." Mattsun pulls his own shirt off, "Let him stretch you out nice and good for me."

"Nah, fuck Issei first," Makki is quick to say, "I like sloppy seconds."

You don't have to think about it.

"Mattsun."

You're too greedy to wait.

Mattsun dips his thumbs under your panties and gently lowers them as he dips his face into the crook of your neck. There’s a surprising amount of stubble on his face- more than you’ve ever noticed before- tickling the softest softs of you. “These are really cute by the way.”

You clearly weren’t expecting to get dick today; you’re in your full coverage, full butt panties, the ones that hang out in the back of your drawer and digs a bit too much into your hips. “Really?”

He tries to bite back his smile, tongue poked deep in his cheek as he helps you off of the couch and onto the floor. You can’t help but wonder the last time these guys vacuumed as you watch the brunette lay down, urging you on to this lap with gentle hands. You end up on his thighs, just low enough that the lump in his pants is right above you.

"Yeah. They’re like, I dunno, homey. Comfortable. " He runs his hand up your sides. The other man doesn’t join; Makki just scooches the coffee table over with his foot to clear a space for him to watch. His palm is pressing into the noticeable swell on his pants as he watches, eyes flickering between the two of you. Suddenly, your least favorite pair of underwear is your favorite. You can't help but preen and pose, arching your back and cupping a tit coyishly.

"You just gonna sit there and watch?" you tease, even though your heart is racing, “It’s not really a three way without you.”

"Hey, this is free OnlyFans content! I’m gonna enjoy it!” He jerks his chin towards his friend, "Plus, I wanna see your reaction.”

Your eyes roll themselves at that. You turn back to Mattsun, waiting for him to laugh or tease, but he just watches you back, an overly cocky smile smeared across his lips.

“Are we really going to pretend your cock is that big?” You let your fingers trail down his bare chest and hope he can’t feel like them tremble. God, you can see it kick through the denim. It’s getting harder and harder to tease him now that they both know you want this.

“You’re so right,” Mattsun’s voice drips with sarcasm, “I’m tiny.”

He finally pops the top to his jeans and snakes them down. The light blue pattern of his briefs does nothing to conceal the growing sticky stain that's formed on the front. Most of his length is still hidden under the denim, but the bit you can see is….

Fuck, that that cannot be a cock. Maybe a fucking TV remote.

“So fucking small, huh?” You realize you’re making a face when he starts laughing.

“What a shame,” he continues as he frees the rest, “Hot guy with a micro-- you should pity fuck me or something.”

It’s pretty. That’s the fucked up part about it. The head is a soft pink, glazed wet with precum, fading into a surprising tan color. It’s thicker than your wrist, with a single vein down the underside and would be perfect to drag your tongue across. Mattsun gives himself a single, slow pump, pulling a perfect droplet of clear liquid from his slit. With the other hand, he takes your wrist and pulls your touch to his, letting you grip his length. Your thumb and middle finger barely connect.

“Hey, Issei?”

“Yeah?”

Your fingers pulse, testing the firmness. There’s some give-- he’s not even fully hard.

“You were right, this is a pornstar cock.”

Mattsun rolls his eyes and gives you another toothy grin. His legs spread wider, therefore spreading yours too- so far that your labia slips free from the short fabric of your panties. The damp skin feels cold against the air, but the heat of anticipation is making you sweat.

“I told you.” Makki chimes in. You hadn’t realized that he had moved until his voice was rumbling against the fat of your ass. He’s the one who’s spread Mattsun’s legs, crawling in between them on hands and knees to press kisses against your back. “You gonna take it?”

You’re not sure you can. It’s a comical amount of dick, but your pride won’t let you back out. “I’ve taken bigger.”

“Oh yeah?” Your underwear digs further into your skin as Makki tugs it to the side and completely frees your cunt. “‘cause it looks pretty small back here.”

With a squelch, two fingers slip easily into you, reaching and curling deep. A moan hits you like a punch, crumpling you at the waist. Hands on Mattsun’s shoulders, you just brace yourself as Makki eases out and pushes back in, this time a bit slower.

“Are you sure you aren’t a virgin?” He wriggles for effect and your body clenches around him in response.

“Oi, lemme feel.” Mattsun’s hand pushes through the petals of you. Just as you think Makki’s going to pull away to give Mattsun space, the stretch grows more intense; two sets of hands are crammed into you, knuckles brushing against each other, and it makes your vision starred.

“Oh-” Your voice hollows out on you, “My god--”

It’s all you can do to take it, letting them squelch and move and prod asynchronistically. It’s clumsy and strange and honestly a bit weird, but your body seems to disagree; excitement is literally dripping from you, running down your thighs and smearing across their hands, popping and slicking and practically leaking. They’re treating you like a toy, you realize, exploring instead of trying to please you.

Someone's talking. Your brain tries to fight through the fog of pleasure to figure out what's being said, but the pulses and twitches of pleasure running through every muscle in your body are simply louder. Everything inside you is teetering towards the brink in a way you're never felt before. It's not like any other pleasure you've ever felt-- it's internal, it's uncomfortable, it's----

And everything lets go. You're cumming, you think. You realized your eyes have been closed this whole time, too absorbed in what's happening inside you.

"Ohmygodohmygod." It's been your voice this whole time. When you finally come down, you realize the two have gone still, just watching you.

"Damn." Makki whistles low."Do you always squirt?"

Oh, you burn with embarrassment. You tey to close your legs but there's two men in between them. "I've never done that before."

"That's so hot."

“Fuck,” Mattsun is trying to angle your hips with one hand and adjust his cock with the other, angling for your hole, “I’m gonna cum so quick, it’s gonna be embarrassing.”

Trepidation turns your stomach. You're wet all the way down your thighs, but Mattsun is a monster-- it's going to ache no matter what.

"Go slow, okay?"

"Aw, you'll take what I give you." Mattsun rolls his eyes with a smile, running his cock head through your folds. His cock slips and misses a couple times, prodding where it shouldn't be.

"You're embarrassing me," Makki whines, "Let me fucking do it."

Two fingers spread your pussy lips open wide. You can't see, but the strawberry blonde must be holding his friend's cock now because it immediately finds where it wants to be; the head catches against your opening and sinks in ever so slightly. You have to will yourself to relax and not fight the intrusion-- even though the stretch is wild//.

"Hey," Makki taps your thigh and you realize you're shaking. The pleasure and the discomfort are different sides to the same coin- both make your toes curl and your breath hitch as Mattsun sinks deeper and deeper.

"You have a pornstar pussy, baby." A finger runs over where your body meets cock and you can feel how taut you're stretched. Your body pulses at that realization and it rips a groan from the man under you. "It's so sexy to see you get ruined like that."

"Oh, it feels so fucking good too," Mattsun gasps. He looks so good like this, with pink cheeks and sweat touched hair. His pretty lips are pressed together with effort, trying to hold himself steady and he carefully gives you more and more.

Fuck, you swear you can feel him in your guts and he's not even halfway in. Your toes are curling from the pressure alone, but you refuse to make any noise about it; you’re not going to stroke his ego anymore. You can handle him putting it in-

"I'm gonna eat your ass-- is that cool?"

Makki doesn't wait for a reply. The sloppy wet prod of his tongue against your skin is the breaking point. It feels strange and wrong in the most delightful ways and your body absolutely betrays you again; your head is absolutely swimming as you bump and grind into both men, taking more cock than you can handle as Makki defiles you-

“Yeah, squeeze tight,” Mattsun is jerking his hips up, driving into you with short strokes, “Holy shit, girl, you’re gonna make me look fucking stupid-- squeeze, that’s it--”

“I'm going to fuck you the second Issei is done with you, I swear to god--”

That sounds good to you. That sounds very good. You hum a little agreement, and Makki just laughs.

Hands are pressing down on your hips and you swat at the brunette in panic-- only to realize it’s not his hands that are rushing you. Makki, as he sucks and slobbers, is urging you down faster and faster, trying to get your hips against his friend’s. You try and obey, letting him greedily force you down, but a sharp twist of a cramp slowly starts to twist inside you.

“Hiro--” Mattsun sucks air through his teeth, eyes screwed tight, “Hiro, youch, she’s full. I’m touching her cervix.”

Your hips feel like they are miles away from Issei’s. Holy shit. Holy shit. It should be illegal to be that long. It hurts, it makes your insides twist--

But, damn, you kind of like it.

You press up on to your knees and sink down again, locking into the gentlest of rhythms. The aching slow movement is enough to make your body spark, electricity thrumming through your core and up your spine. The man under you can only watch, those puppy dog eyes wider and wetter with every stroke. Eventually he starts moving with you, bucking up into your cunt hesitantly.

The two loudest, most annoying men in your life are now silent, too focused on you to do anything else. All three of you just sort of click into a groove, grinding and bucking and loving and squeezing, your body coiling tighter and tighter, every muscle twitching and tense with need-

Somehow, you don’t cum first. Mattsun’s hands are suddenly everywhere, gripping your ass and rolling your nipple under his thumb. He fucks up into you hard and that sharp cramp returns, followed by a familiar pooling, wet warmth right against your deepest parts. You can feel the throb of his cock as he unloads, giving you every fucking drop he can. Issei’s lips are parts with effort, teeth marks imprinted on his lower vermillion. There’s almost a haze to his eyes, caught in his pleasure and still looking for you.

“Oh, shit-” he hisses mindlessly, “Oh, fuck, shit--”

It’s dripping from you and down Makki’s chin.

“You on birth control?” Issei asks weakly, all tension drained from his body.

“It’s a bit late to ask that,” Makki chimes in. The thinner man pushes you forward, shifting your weight onto your hands. Like this, Issei’s softening cock can’t stay in- it slides out with a dribble. Mattsun is now so much closer now, his face nearly nuzzling yours. Your eyes meet his, dark and tired, and you’re struck by the urge to kiss him properly.

You’re then struck by the sudden sensation of being stuffed.

Despite their teasing earlier, Hanamaki is //not// small. He's not inhumanely big like Mattsun, but you're aware of every inch, pressing almost as deep as before. The squelch of cum being displaced from you is loud and disgusting, but all three of you reveal in the sound.

“God, I love a fresh fucked pussy,” he coos. “You’re gaping and messy, baby.”

Where Mattsun moved slow, Makki does not. He's rutting into you hard, pushing you into Mattsun's chest. The man below you kisses your cheek with a laugh, clearly enjoying the faces you're making. You're wet down to your knees, smeared with a mixture of bodily fluids, and it offers no resistance for Makki as he enjoys himself.

It's like you're a toy, being used just for him pleasure, and you're body can't get enough.

“You gonna cum?” Mattsun asks mockingly. He just enjoy the sight, watching your tits hang against his chest. You almost say no, even though you're dangerously close to the edge again. “Ah, don't rush yourself. Hiro can last all night if you need it.”

“Hm, I'm just trying to give you some time to recover before round two,” Oh, you hate that he doesn't even sound phased, “I'm pacing myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Mattsun says.

Makki thrusts even harder, accenting his words. “How else are we supposed to go all night?

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paymechildsupport · 14 days

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I've never done a request before so please bear with me🥲

I was wondering if you could do another Francis Mosses x reader.

I really enjoyed your Spouse!Reader x doppelgänger!Francis and wanted to see your take on D.D.D. trainee!Reader x doppelganger! Francis, where we get sent out to 'take care' of Francis.

Really excited to see what you do with this prompt🙏🏾

>nahhh this is a devious prompt, -- I gotchu 🙏😈🙏😈

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“Does this please you, Officer?” // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader

--Doppelgänger!Francis x DDD Reader tasked with his neutralization 🙏

-!! AFAB Reader, -- though genetalia isn't outright explicity stated -(?) -- there is room for your imagination though 😋

-!! CW: nsfw- (smut), ; Dubcon /// Hand-job; sex against a wall; degradation; implied overstimulation

A/N: the number of Francis requests are CRAZY, -- and I completely understand why, -- man's actually majestic <3.

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This was not how you planned to spend your Tuesday night,— grumpy and exhausted, woken up mid-sleep by an emergency dispatch.

“Mm… hello.?” Your groggy voice speaks into the ringing phone, eyes still sticky from sleep.

“Emergency Dispatch: Doppelgänger identified at Complex II,— repeat, doppelgänger identified at complex II,— dispatch agent, neutralize the threat”. They clicked off, leaving you alone in the dark.

Fuuuuuuck….

You fit yourself to your uniform quickly, practically ripping the hazmat suit in an attempt to get inside. Stupid cheap uniform.

Hurriedly, you grabbed your gear before rushing out the door, immediately stopping to softly tiptoe down the hall, (it would be inconsiderate to wake your neighbors at this hour).

You bolt out the complex, trying your best with the minimal light from the lampposts to groggily stumble your way to Complex II. You recall briefly the mention of a new doorman, a rookie. You figured it made sense,— poor new guy’s first day and he’s greeted by what you can assume as a particularly aggressive doppelgänger.

Trudging up to the looming building, you approach the iron bound mechanical door. You can see immediately the shutters to the doorman’s office are closed, bits of movement visible from the gaps in the blinds. The poor dude was in shambles.

You approach the gate, eyes locking on the figure of the doppelgänger,

Hmm, let’s see who it is tonight…

You’re surprised to see the handsome face of your milkman staring back at you, eyes looking as dead as ever. The air was knocked right outta your lungs,— holy shit these doppelgängers were getting good.

Clearing your throat, you address,

“Uh,— right, sir,” you look at the doppelgänger, “I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

He says nothing, opting to just stare. It’s then you notice the gaping hole that was his mouth, the two black chasms that were supposed to be his eyes. From afar, he’d look perfectly normal,— but in the light all the inhuman imperfections stuck out like a sore thumb

Holy smokes that’s hot.

“I’m going to take you with me now,” you don’t even know why you’re telling him this, why the hell were you being all nice with a doppelgänger? Sure, he was good looking,— sure, you were curious what that mouth could do—-

But that’s besides the point.

You approach hesitantly, hooking an arm around ‘Francis’, giving him a light tug to signify him to follow you.

Surprisingly, he does. Without a single word or complaint. He just… stares. With those beady white pupils. It sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

Leading him away, you look over your shoulder at the doorman who just peeked out from behind the shutters, giving him a reassuring thumbs up as you walk away with your new companion.

“Threat neutralized,” you repeat into the bulky walky talky attached to your belt, “order complete, over”. You place it back in its compartment, continuing until you and ‘Francis’ reach the anomaly compound for all things strange and odd.

‘Francis’ looks at the compound with horribly disguised disgust. You only chuckle grinning,

“No no, don’t worry. You aren’t going in there…” he seems to breathe a sigh of relief— if that’s even possible—, before you finish the last bit,

“— don’t worry, I have… other plans for you..”

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“Strip.”

“Excuse me?” He whirls around, taken aback.

“You heard me, strip”

“And why,” his eyes narrow, “would I do that?”

You shrug, “safety protocol,-- we’re in the decontamination room,-- can’t let you in if your clothes are contaminated, y’know?”

'Francis' is absolutely flabbergasted.

“Oh, and for security measures someone else has to be in the room at all times, – but uh,-” you grin, “we’re a lil’ short staffed at the moment, so it looks like it’ll just have to be you and me.

'Francis' only looks at you through narrowed eye lids, thinking, “and if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll strip you myself” and you step closer to do just that.

'Francis' skitters backwards to the other end of the room, back hitting the wall, “h-hey! No need for that, I’ll do as you ask…” he mutters

Chuckling, “at least you can be obedient”

'Francis' looks away almost bashfully as he begins to undo the buttons on his shirt, fabric peeling away to reveal the pale skin underneath. His hat rests on a nearby bench

“Fully,” you purr, “I want it all off.”

You swear you see the tiniest hint of red tinge his cheeks, and you can’t help but wonder just how advanced this doppelgänger was. Good thing you were about to see for yourself in a moment…

The air is heavy, tense, almost, as 'Francis' slowly undoes the buckle on his belt, pants sliding down to his ankles, – his boxers the only scrap of clothing left hiding him from you.

He wearily regards the way you look at him, not missing the growing flare of hunger behind your eyes,

“Does this please you, officer?” his words are clipped, tension building up behind each one. Biting your lip, your breath almost catches at the way he smiles, teeth a little too sharp to be human.

“No.” The words are thick in your throat, forcing them out a bit of a struggle, “Get rid of the rest of it, now”

He bites his tongue, making no move to do so. In a second you’re on him, pinning his figure to the wall, bodies pressed up together. He has no time to react as you hook two fingers around his boxers, harshly yanking them off.

“Oh.”

Free of the confines of his pants, his erect cock springs loose, tip already dripping with precum.

“Huh.” 'Francis' can’t even turn his head your way, face hot and sweating slightly, “Who would’ve thought,” – your hands curl around him, taking him fully in your fist. His eyes fly to your face, pupils blown and dilated, staring in horrified arousal as you began to knead the hardened flesh, “--what a sick little thing you are, getting off on my reprimands, hmm?”

'Francis' sucks in a sharp breath, muscles tensing almost to a breaking point. His entire body shook with an animalistic need. More strands of precum build up on his tip, all read and agitated. Your thumb rubs the tiny slit, coating him with the sticky fluid. You found it hilarious, – no way this freakish creature had a fucking thing for degradation.

His mouth opens in the shape of a small ‘o’, eyes rolling back as you teasingly pull at his dick, your hands making wet squelching noises playing with the soaked meat.

“Mm,” you hum as you continue to play with him, dumbifying the creature in your hands. His legs start shaking like a dog’s, lewd whimpers flowing from his lips, glistening with saliva and drool. He desperately thrusts himself against your hand, chasing his pleasure farther. Jerking him off slowly, immense satisfaction burning in your stomach at the way your hand milks him. Each low groan went straight to your pulsing heat, drenching your own pants.

Panting, unfamiliar with the immense, foreign pleasure curdling through his gut, 'Francis' seems to forget the guise of his human appearance, pornograpic moans mixing in with groggy animalistic growls and grunts. Carnal desire ripples through his veins, building up in his stomach, molten hot, and threatening to explode from his twitching cock in your hands. Poor thing can’t even formulate words, getting his brains fucked out just by your hand alone.

He gasps, right about to climax into your hammering fist when you suddenly retract your hand. 'Francis' looks at you with wide eyes, looking every bit the kicked puppy, cruelly robbed of his orgasm.

“Hh. huh… nghu..- ga-?..”, panting.

You chuckle slowly, “no, not yet…”

He can only watch with teary eyes as you skillfully unbuckle your pants, sliding them off along with your underwear. You grab him by the hips, positioning him (which isn’t hard, considering the only thing keeping his shaking body up was your torso), and aligning your pelvis, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You carefully slip him into your drenched hole, gasping softly at the sensation of him.

“Hah… like I said….” ‘Francis’ can only gape as you adjust yourself, cock twitching madly inside of you,

… “I’m not done with you yet…”

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drabblesandimagines · 4 months

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Imperfections

Leon Kennedy x female reader Fluffy festive nonsense

Leon squints at the small piece of paper, trying to decipher the name upon it. It’s not the handwriting he’s struggling with, more the fact he probably does need reading glasses and he hates to admit it. He looks around, making sure no-one is looking in his direction and holds it aloft, trying to find the perfect spot where the blurry squiggles will finally transform into a name.

A name he knows all too well, it turns out.

Yours.

You’ve been working for the department just shy of a year – a new recruit in February – and had been partnered with him on a fair few missions. He’d underestimated you at first, mistakeably deemed you too sweet a thing to be wrapped up in this sort of business, but you’d shown him your mettle from the off and especially when things had got dicey – held your own, got the job done, saved his ass a couple of times and all usually with that beautiful smile on your face.

God, Kennedy, he chides himself, smitten or what?

He folds up the slip of paper, sticks it in his wallet for safe-keeping and his mind begins to whirl - what in the hell is he going to get you?

Secret Santa at the DSO – a bit of holiday nonsense put forward as a suggestion to ‘boost morale’ and apparently the President had loved it, has thrown together a whole Holiday Mixer around having the exchange. Everyone working here isn’t depressed due to a lack of Christmas spirit, more the state of the world itself and the dark depths they’re forced to confront…

But, hey, Leon S Kennedy will do as he’s told as far as the President’s concerned, and so he’d stuck his hand in the Santa hat when it had been thrust in his direction, full of his colleagues’ names.

There’s rules – has to be in government-officiated fun – gifts to be exchanged at the Holiday Mixer in a week’s time and, to try and avoid an influx of gift cards and novelty socks, it must include a handmade element, with a $25 limit.

“So,” you plonk yourself down on his desk - right on a pile of manilla folders that were left there earlier for his upcoming briefing and he’d yet to tackle - and lean in, “who’d you get?”

He sweeps his hair out of his eyes and sits back a little in his chair to take you all in. “Uh-uh, that’s against the rules.” You roll your eyes at that. “And since when has Leon Kennedy been a stickler for the rules?”

“I just don’t wanna be on Santa’s naughty list.”

“Fine.” You pout, crossing your arms in fake annoyance. “I won’t tell you who I got either.”

“Good, cos I don’t remember asking... And don't make an old man joke."

“Wasn't gonna." He gives you a look and you can't help but smile. "Okay, but seriously - I get the handmade rule, I do,” you shuffle back a little more on his desk, making yourself comfortable as you get to your point, “but what I don’t get is why it’s mandatory to participate in the whole thing.”

“It’s not really mandatory. We’re a small operation – you don’t participate, you’ll show up on the President’s radar for not being a team player. You know he’s all about that.”

“Well, make us do a team building exercise - build a bridge out of newspaper, do trust falls or something besides try and be crafty.”

Leon scoffs. “I’m not doing a trust fall with you – not after last time.”

You open your mouth to reply – that was most definitely not meant to be a trust fall, Leon had just straight up fell - when Hunnigan pops her head around the cubicle, not even surprised to see you sitting on his desk, and gives the two of you a polite smile.

“Kennedy – intel briefing set for 1200. You prepped?”

“Sure am.”

Hunnigan eyes the pile of folders she clearly remembered placing on his desk first thing this morning, the exact ones which are nestled underneath your thighs.

“Uh-huh… Conference room seven. See you there.” She turns on her heels and departs, and you feel Leon’s hand ghost your thigh.

You look down, a little startled – sure there’s been flirtatious touches here and there, a time where you would’ve bet that month’s pay check that he was gonna kiss you after a particularly close call but swerved for your cheek at the last moment – and realise he’s tugging at the corner of a folder.

“Whilst I won’t deny that you’re an awful pretty paperweight, mind if I get back to work now?”

You slide off – managing not to take the folders down with you - and mock a salute. “Yes, sir.”

The briefing is dull, which should be a good thing, really. No current BOW threats on the radar, though the threat level remains at orange. Leon can’t remember the last time they lowered it to yellow, so it seems a pointless system to him but he still throws in his two cents when called upon. He’s got another few weeks of desk duty to get through after Alcatraz after his medical - knows he’s not getting any younger and that’s why it’s taking him a little longer to recover after quite the beating.

Dismissed from the briefing, Leon swings by your desk on the way back to his, only to feel a little silly when he’s disappointed at the lack of you at it. There’s a shoebox sat on your desk though, lid taped on with a few rounds of parcel tape, but overall it looks a more than just a little worse for wear - crumpled corners and scuff marks all over the cardboard.

“Snooping, Kennedy?”

He can’t help the smile when you come to his side, your laptop tucked under your arm – must’ve had a meeting of your own. He holds up his mug, waving it from side to side in demonstration. “Was gonna see if you wanted a coffee, actually. That package looks a little suspect to get through the security check, right?”

You place your laptop down beside it and frown, before reading the return address. “Oh, no. It’s just some things that I asked my ex to send on. I forgot them in the move, only realized when I went to put my tree up last week…”

You trail off as you move the box towards you ever so slightly and there’s a horrible clinking sound that makes your stomach sink.

You grab a biro, jamming it through the tape lined around the edge as a make-shift knife and tentatively pull off the lid, bracing yourself for what you might discover within. Whilst you had safely stored them away in layers of bubble wrap, each in its own bo, he seems to have dumped them all out into the shoe box, one layer of bubble wrap on the bottom, another on top and they’ve obviously cracked together in transit, resulting in the shattered mess before you.

“Shit.” He comments, softly, watching as you pick up shards. “What are they?”

“My grandmother’s baubles.” Your voice goes flat as you pick up pieces of what once were precious memories and his heart aches. “She was a really talented artist before the arthritis got bad… Used to paint these and sell them at Christmas fairs.”

He’s silent as you continue picking through the pieces. There’s one that seems mostly intact, a smaller one but after further investigation there’s a big chunk missing from the side and you drop it back down in the box in defeat. Leon lays his hand on your shoulder then, seeing how you almost deflate in front of his very eyes, and he hopes to give you a reassuring squeeze – to let you know he’s here, he's always here for you, even if he’s not going to say it aloud. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” But he knows it’s not by how tight your voice is. You’ve never got emotional in front of him before, not even when you’d been injured had you let that stupid, gorgeous smile falter. “I… I have to head out. I’ll see you later.”

You place the lid back on the shoebox and shove it off the desk. It lands in the waste basket with another awful sound of broken ceramic.

“Whoa, wait, don’t you wan-?” He begins to protest but you shrug his hand off your shoulder, shaking your head and now keeping your eyes downcast.

“Sorry, I really have to go.” He swears you just about jog out of his sight, no real destination in mind.

Leon doesn’t see you the rest of the day, though he swings by your desk a few more times when he gets up to stretch his legs. The maintenance team will be in later – dispose of the shredded paperwork, wipe down surfaces empty the waste baskets… so he doesn’t think twice when he picks up the shoebox as he leaves, holding it tightly in the crook of his arm as if it were the broken pieces of your heart.

Later that evening after dinner, he sits on his sofa, changed into his sweats rather than stuffy shirt and suit trousers, a soda on the table in a heavy-bottomed glass – doesn’t drink anymore, isn’t worth it, but he still likes the weight of a good glass in his hand – with his laptop perched on his knees.

The cursor blinks in place before he slowly types in the search bar.

How to fix a broken ceramic bauble.

He’s good with his hands from weapons maintenance, can handle delicate stuff, so why couldn’t he glue some bits of ceramic back together into a sphere?

He scrolls down the search results – various how-to articles and videos. He reads through a few, learns that it can depend on such factors of where the break occurred, if it’s clean break or not, how thick the ceramic is and, after all that, there’s the danger it could look like a kid put it together for their mom at kindergarten with a pot of PVA glue and got bored halfway through.

He’s not put off, though, as he continues his scroll until something bright and gold catches his eye…

Kintsugi?

Huh. Sounds… promising.

He does a test first. Practice makes perfect, and he’s determined he will make them as close to perfect again as he can… once he’s sure he’s got the hang of it. He buys a box of six ceramic baubles from a nearby department store, whacks one off the table edge gently until it shatters into reasonable-sized pieces, then sets about setting it back together with the kit he’d bought online – paid for express next-day delivery as well, no time to sit and wait around for 3-5 working days, longer in the Christmas build-up.

You’d not mentioned the baubles the next day in the office or how you’d rushed off, just came and sat on his desk with a coffee, had the usual back and forth banter but he can tell you’re a little flat, the light isn’t quite reaching your eyes as it once was and he hates it. You’d been excited for Christmas – even brought in a Christmas mug on the 1st of December – but it’s all been extinguished, now a DSO-logo stamped black mug in your hands.

It takes him the entire box over the next few evenings until he’s confident enough to tackle one of your prized possessions. Each bauble is unique – swirling patterns of pastel colours on all-white ceramic, but he treats the pieces like a puzzle as he slowly divides the piles into category of each bauble – four in total – and gently works out which piece belongs to which. There are bits that aren’t going to be a clean seam but he’s prepared for this in his practice rounds, still a little shake in his hand as he finally puts two and two together.

He likes the meaning behind the practice - embracing imperfections, not trying to hide the cracks or broken bits, but instead highlighting it, making it a feature with bright and beautiful gold. Lord knows he isn’t perfect, far from it, and he will never be the man he was before Raccoon City. A few years ago, when he was at his darkest, he would’ve described himself as beyond repair – too smashed up to ever be whole again.

Slowly but surely, he’s began to piece himself back together, embracing the fact that whilst he’s not quite whole and might never be, held together by his friends, his will and some glue and now your presence in his life giving him a little bit of sparkle.

He shakes his head, leans forward and switches off the made-for-TV Christmas movie.

Friday evening is here before he knows it and, frustratingly, an intel mission he’s on runs a little long – gets caught up in traffic. He needs to swing by his apartment to pick up your gift and needs to get changed while he’s at it – the dress code quite clear. He enters the hotel ball room in a shirt, suit jacket and trousers, sans tie, an over an hour and a bit late, carrying the gift bag as carefully as he would a baby or a bomb. The mixer already seems to be in full swing - there’s half a dozen round tables, discarded wrapping paper scattered across the tops of them as well as empty champagne glasses and he realizes he must’ve missed the gift exchange.

“There you are! I thought you were a no-show.” You tease, appearing at his side a little too quick to not have been waiting for him. You’re looking beautiful in your black cocktail dress, the one that hugs all the right places and your hair half up and half down, held in place with a red bow.

“Duty called. Did I miss the exchange?”

“Eh, kinda. It wasn’t a whole big thing. The President’s not coming – double booked himself, so everyone’s just been awkwardly exchanging gifts and downing more and more free drink.”

He tugs at the ribbon hanging down off your shoulder ever so gently.

“Well, you certainly look as pretty as a present. Please tell me you didn’t panic and gift yourself…”

You ignore him, loop your arm through his instead and guide him over to an empty table – there’s a large queue at the open bar and hopefully a few more minutes of privacy before making endless small talk – and encourage him to take a seat. As he does, you crouch besides another chair and fish for something underneath, pulling out a red and gold gift bag, an embarrassed smile as you hold it out to him.

“Merry Christmas, from your Secret Santa.”

He raises an eyebrow but still accepts the bag, placing it on the table. “You’re kidding.”

“No. Why?”

“You’re my Secret Santa?”

“Can you at least hold in the disappointment until after you open it?” You pout.

“No, I mean… I got you. We got each other.”

“What? That’s… weird.” You sit down heavily in the chair, looking a bit bemused. “What’s the statistics on that even happening?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to demand a re-count.” He rolls his eyes and holds out his own gift bag. “Ladies first.”

You smile, brushing your fingers with his as you take it, before placing the gift bag down on the table and see four small cardboard boxes nestled within. You take out the first one and unfold the tabs, carefully, before removing the piece of red tissue paper he’d nestled on top.

What lies below it makes your heart stop.

It’s your grandmother’s baubles, or one of them, now held back in one piece and held together with threads of beautiful gold.

You look at him and then back down at the bauble.

“Is this…?”

“Yeah.”

“Leon, I…”

He sees the tears in your eyes as you take out the remaining boxes with a shaking hand, lining them up on the table and revealing each one in turn.

“I hope they aren’t an insult to your grandmother’s memory.” He blurts out after sitting in silence, unsure of what to make of yours. “They were just about to be tossed and so I took them, did some research on repair techniques and, well…”

“Did you do this?” There it is – the smile, the real smile that lights up your eyes.

“What, you think this old dog can’t learn new tricks? Everything’s on the internet these days.” He shrugs off – he won’t tell you the hours he spent, the headaches he got from squinting as he pieced parts together. Hell, he’d do it all again if he had to.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful. I… I can’t believe you did this for me. I… I just, I mean…”

He places a hand on your knee, gives you a soft smile.

“There’s a lot I’d do for you, you know, if you’d let me.”

There’s a moment as your eyes meet that you feel perhaps your cheeks have gone as red as the bow on top of your head and quickly try to deflect, nodding your head at his unopened gift bag.

“You should’ve let me go first - this is going to be such a disappointment in comparison.”

Leon gives your knee a squeeze before he peers into this gift bag, digging out a small gift box. He places it down on the table and tugs off the lid to find there’s a beautiful ridged glass nestled in red tissue paper, heavy-bottomed – you know his preference all right - but there’s something within the glass too. A mass of what appears to be red and green yarn, a little loop of black string at the top… He picks it up between two fingers.

“It’s…” He trails off, looking at the colours. “It’s certainly festive.”

“Okay, I can’t knit but I tried and that’s the important thing here, right?”

“No, no, it’s… cute.” He smiles. “And the glass – I love it. Just my style.”

You bite your lip, looking a little flustered and unsure, but he assumes you’re still feeling a little emotional over his present… until you try and yank the yarn from his hands.

“Hey!” He gets to his feet out of instinct of being attacked and clutches whatever it is closely to his chest.

“Look, if you just give me it, I can try some other craft thing. Just I was in a pity party all week and I stayed up all night doing that and it shows.” You get to your feet then, trying to weasel through fingers into his to retrieve it. “I can’t leave you with that, it’s not fair.”

“No, it’s mine.”

You don’t give up your attempt to wrestle it back, though Leon’s grip never falters. “You don’t even know what it’s meant to be!”

“Sure I do. It’s…” He retaliates, whipping it quickly above his head and yours – too high for you to snatch out of his hands despite your heels – and squints once more, comparing it against some of the festive décor in the hall.

“Oh.”

“It’s so dumb.” You begin your protest again, now trying to grab it from above your heads. “I just tho-” Leon wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you forward firmly against his chest, before he finally drops his other arm and cups your cheek, knitted mistletoe still in his fingers and kisses you firmly on the lips, swallowing down the rest of your sentence. He can’t help but grin as he feels you relax into his embrace, pressing your palm now flat against his chest. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, poking ever so gently to seek permission and-

“About goddamn time, Kennedy!” The shout of an inebriated agent causes the two of you to pull apart and you feel flustered by both the overdue kiss and what feels like the eyes of the entire DSO on the two of you.

Leon takes it all in his stride though, keeps a warm palm right on your lower back as he smiles and nods at whoever the hell it was that had interrupted, before pressing a sweet, solitary kiss to your cheek.

“Now, seeing as I’ve got this mistletoe, how about we go back to my place and try it out a little more, beautiful?”

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yourangel137 · 11 months

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The romantic things he does

I think everyone should have some love too between all the lust<3

Genre: fluff + NSFW

Pairs: All Genshin men (i write for) x FEM!reader

Warning: NSFW, eating out, penetration, overall lovely sex<3

Word count: 1429 words

Summary: Romantic things they do in the bedroom

Compliment you/praise you: Thoma, Kaveh, Kazuha, Venti, Albedo

It’s the way he looks at you, it makes your heart melt while he makes love to you. The way he knows how to make you feel good and make you feel weak under him. The way his hands roam over your body, seeking more and more contact and the way his mouth speaks of such sweet words. It’s always so perfect to you... “You’re doing so good~” He says, showing you a soft smile before giving your lips another soft kiss.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel his lips on your neck again, giving you love bites here and there for everyone to see. He loves showing you off to others, he loves letting them know you’re his and despite how it can possibly make you or him shy in the process, it’s all worth it. You squirm and let out a loud moan when you feel his cock hitting your g-spot again, this position does seem to hit it easier than usual. His eyes lighten up, licking his lips before pressing a kiss on your cheek. “You’re so gorgeous.. You’re so good to me.” He speaks out, using one of his soft tones, reassuring you how good you’re doing once again.

Slowly you feel your climax coming, his slow trusts combined with his fingers rubbing your clit makes you feel so loved and cared for. All because he’s taking his time with you, showing you the love you deserve and you cant ask for more then that. “You feel so good around me, I love you so much.”

Giving your body a lot of kisses/love bites: Itto, Kazuha, Kaveh, Heizou, Venti, Childe, Diluc, Thoma

He’s so slow with you today, being sure to give your body the smooches it deserves. Your skin feels slightly ticklish when his warm breath hits your skin. Goosebumps starts to form on your body to which he chuckles slightly, he knows he’s doing a good job when you’re getting so wet from his simple kisses all over your body. But who wouldn’t want their body to be worshipped? “Your stomach skin is so soft.” He tells you, touching your stomach with his fingers before laying yet another kiss on it. You’re feeling exposed below your boyfriend, but you know you’re safe in his arms. Your cheeks flush a darker shade when you feel his kisses trail down to your legs. “These also deserve love, don’t they?” You hear him chuckle once again before you feel his lips continue to kiss your skin and paint your blank canvas with small love bites.

He kisses all your perfections and imperfections, all your smooth skin and all your blemishes. It’s simply because he loves it all and he loves you. To him, your imperfections are perfect as well and he’s always sure to tell you that every single time. “Y/N... You’re so wet~ Is it just because I’m giving your body kisses and love bites?” You feel your cheeks warm up and of course he notices that too.

“Don’t worry, I’m just glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am. You deserve to be kissed everywhere.”

Aftercare no matter what: Kazuha, Kaveh, Itto, Scaramouche/wanderer, Heizou, Xiao, tighnari

Despite how rough he can be sometimes, he seems to know pretty damn well how to take care of you afterwards. Even if there are nights when it’s just pure lust, he’s sure to end it with taking care of you and your body. He gives you cuddles and a kiss afterwards to reassure you he still loves and cares about you, that lust isn’t all he feels for you. It always seems to make you warm inside, knowing he will stay despite how rough he might have been in the bedroom.

You watch how he leaves the bedroom only to come back later with a clean wet cloth to help clean you up as well. Yes, he’s sometimes rather rough and yes, he also sometimes forgets how to end a night properly when he’s extremely tired. But despite all of that, he always finds some type of way to end the night with love and not lust. You sit up slowly, groaning once you feel your muscles hurt from the intense climaxes you experienced. “Lie down, I’ll help you clean up.” You raise your eyebrow once he told you to lie back down, but you lie down as he told you to do. “You know I can wash up myself right? It’s okay, it’s just a little muscle pain, nothing I can’t handle.”

You hear him chuckle softly and feel the wet cloth touching your body, wiping off the sweat and drops of cum he spilled on your body. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it yourself but I was pretty rough so let me just do this okay? Stop questioning it and just enjoy.”

You are left speechless for a hot minute before finally replying back: “Thank you..”

“Don’t mention it.”

Focussing on you first(1 or multiple rounds): Kazuha, Zhongli, Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, Cyno

This sweetheart always seems to find pleasure and enjoyment in simply making you feel good first. However romantic or lustful the night is, he always wants to start with you first and make you feel good first. Whether he makes you feel good first with his fingers, his lips or his tongue, he simply doesn’t care as long as you feel good.

You feel his tongue flick your clit gently, making you mewl. Your hand reaches forward and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling softly when he flicks his tongue yet again. “Do you want me to do more?” He says with a teasing tone. You can’t help but nod and tuck on his hair a little harder. “Please.. yes.”

Before you can say another word, his lips wrap gently around your clit and he starts to suck on it. His fingers teasingly massage your entrance, pushing only the tip of his middle finger in every once in a while. Your moans fill the room, your toes curling every time his tongue flicks your clit again and again, it just feels so good. Once he notices your mewling and moaning getting louder only then does he push one of his fingers in. Your other hand grabs onto the bedsheets, toes curling once again when you feel your climax getting closer and closer. He adds another digit inside, moving them in and out slowly and curling them almost perfectly to hit your g-spot over and over again.

Your mouth agape, your climax building up even more while the moans leave your throat and lips more dry. Eventually your grip on his hair tightens, your cunt clenching around his 2 digits before you cum on them. He lets you finish your orgasm before slowly removing his lips from your clit and his fingers from your entrance. “Did that feel good? We’re not done yet though, I hope you still have energy left for more~”

Romantically sets up candles & other romantic things as a surprise: Kazuha, Gorou, Albedo, Xiao, Tighnari

It doesn’t happen all the time but when it does happen you always feel so extremely thankful. The way you come to the bedroom and find the room filled with cute lit up candles and flower petals covering the floor and the bed, always ends up as a surprise to you. It’s a romantic surprise you will never reject. Your boyfriend also enters the room looking slightly nervous. It’s not that he’s nervous because you might not like it, he’s nervous because it might be a wrong time to have done this for you. Yet the moment he sees your smile show up brightly on your face, he knew he did good. “You did this for me? Why even?” You ask him. You clearly hear the surprise and happiness in the tone of your voice.

“I don’t know.. I wanted to surprise you once and thought today was the perfect day to do this for you.”

You feel your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He really went out of his way to give you such a romantic surprise and you can’t be more thankful. “This is lovely,, You didn’t have to do this but thank you so much. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m so glad.” He wasn’t sure how to take the first step now after surprising you like this. All he could think about was kissing you but how should he? Yet when he turns around he’s already met with your sweet lips on his own. His hands hold your waist while he kisses you back, enjoying the excitement you show through your kissing. I guess his surprise was a success!

Thank you for reading! <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 24-05-2023

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mcrslover · 2 months

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MCR quotes for anyone who needs them:

"Kids would say they were going to kill themselves then they heard our music... it's our mission"

- Mikey Way.

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"Reasons why mcr is good for you

juradsleigh:

Feeling like a rad vampire? Listen to bullets

Feeling angry? Listen to 3 cheers

Feeling sad? Listen to black parade

Feeling colourful and happy? Listen to danger days

Feeling like breaking up your band? Listen to death never stop you"

...

"This is for every kid out there... That dyed their hair a fucked up colour and can't get a job. They got a tattoo on their neck like Frank, and can't get a job. That does this because they fuckin' love this. This song is for every kid in the audience- even if you don't have fucked up hair or tattoos-every kid on stage, this song's about us, this song's about you, it's called The Kids From Yesterday."

- Gerard Way.

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"Stop covering your children's eyes.

Everything is fucked up and pretending it's not won't make it any better. I'm tired of people praying for a change when it's up to them to get off their asses and make a change."

- Frank Iero.

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"I spent most of my time in the back of the class, just drawing. My goal was to not get noticed in school, because spent so long not being noticed anyway or being treated as if I were invisible that I started to like it.

I've learned that it's actually not very lonely... It's like, you have less friends but the friends you have count more. I met a lot of people that weren't outsiders, or they were very popular, and they have a lot of friends but I don't know if they're the kinds of friends you would call up at 3 am to help you out or talk about being depressed."

- Gerard Way.

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"Promise me, when MCR's gone, you'll do what it takes to survive. You're strong enough to do it without us."

- Gerard Way.

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"All your quirks and all your problems, even your depressions, and your failures that's.. that's what makes you, you."

- Gerard Way.

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"If you or someone you know is severely depressed you need to fucking talk to someone! Your mom, someone in school, I don't give a fuck! Because suicide is fucking bullshit."

- Gerard Way.

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"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."

- Gerard Way.

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"Nothing is worth hurting yourself over, nothing is worth taking your life over"

- Gerard Way.

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"If we never play another show again, just keep yourself alive."

- Gerard Way.

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"We're outsiders, we're the kids who didn't get dates for the prom, we're the kids who were confused, who didn't fit in with the cliques, who weren't part of the in-crowd.

Growing up can be a very frightening and confusing time, and I think people look at us and see it's okay to be different. They see that there is a way other than what they're being offered. That you can stand out, that you can be creative, that you can be yourself."

- Gerard Way.

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"gerard-hey:

I love MCR so much it's like they have a song for every situation. Feeling sad? Listen to The Lights Behind Your Eyes. Feeling frustrated? Listen to I'm Not Okay. Feeling Energetic? Listen to Na Na Na. Feeling like you wanna kick some ass? Listen to Destroya.

Feeling rebellious? Listen to Teenagers. Feel like you wanna break up your band? Listen to Fake Your Death."

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"The difference we want to make is, number one, to let these kids know that they're not alone, that they're actually not that messed up, and that they can do whatever they want they can express themselves in any way they want without being persecuted or called a faggot or some kind of racist thing. Really just get people to get over their stuff so they can live."

- Gerard Way.

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"Whatever happens to you, no matter what, l'm always fucking there for you... Don't forget that. I don't give a shit if your boyfriend dumps you. If your girlfriend dumps you. If you're working a shitty job or can't get through school. If you can't get through a fucking Harry Potter book, there's nothing worth dying over. There's nothing worth taking your life over. I will always fucking be there."

- Gerard Way.

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"If you come to an MCR show, you're probably a little fucked up, and that's okay because we're just as fucked up as you. It's us against the world. And it's great because there's thousands of us in one place."

- Gerard Way.

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"Someone doesn't like you? Fuck it.

Having a bad day? Fuck it. Didn't get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it.

What matters now won't matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth. Just stick your middle fingers in the air and think, 'Damn, I have it good."

- Gerard Way.

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"You're going to come across a lot of shitty bands, and a lot of shitty people. And if anyone of those people call your names because of what you look like, or bedause they don't accept you for who you are. I want you to look right at that mother fucker, stick up your middle finger and scream

"FUCK YOU!!"

- Gerard Way.

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"Real revenge is making something of yourself."

- Gerard Way.

❤️🖤❤️🖤

#emo #gerard way #frank iero #my chemical romance #alternative #quotes #mcr #mcrquote #emokids

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dalliancekay · 2 months

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Double Standards

I'm having thoughts.

You know how women are generally (almost always) held to higher standards than men? This also goes for people who are seen as good vs bad. If an overall good person (or a woman) in public eye does something even a little bit out of line, they get crucified. But if someone who is perceived as something of a bad (boy, it's basically always a man*) does something good, the praises are never ending. I'm afraid this has seeped into the way Aziraphale and Crowley are sometimes perceived. The good one (a literal angel no less) is absolutely forbidden to make mistakes or say anything out of line (I forgive you definitely counts) while the bad one (yes, I mean the demon with the golden heart) is not really blamed for anything, cos he's supposed to be bad, right? Anything good he does or feels is a bonus point.

That's. That's not how this should work. They are both beautifully flawed, evolving beings, in love with one another trying to keep each other safe in a hostile environment with uncertain rules.

Aziraphale is NOT BEING PURSUED by Crowley and is not being held back by the love of his toxic family (and/or his inner objections to being in love with a demon) he doesn't have the courage to abandon. Aziraphale is not a damsel in distress Crowley is rescuing. I thought Aziraphale admitting that he enjoys being rescued because it makes Crowley happy was proof enough but apparently not.

Just because they enjoy giving each other the things they didn't get to feel from their homes/jobs - Crowley being needed and Aziraphale being appreciated, doesn't mean they aren't fully functional separate beings.

Are they better together? YES But there is no one right or wrong here. They've been dealt a really bad hand at cards and they are trying their best. Aziraphale doesn't need to do anything to deserve Crowley (this is an extremely flawed relationship trope). He is already loved, he is already enough. And the SAME is true the other way round. Aziraphale is not holding out to some future Crowley who will be a better version to who he is now (or being an angel again!!) Aziraphale loves him just as he is.

Their problem is not with each other. It never has been. Their problems all stem from the fact that their existence, although in principle they are immortal, is not really all that secure. Especially not if they want to spend time together. And they do. So their problems pile up. This is their tragedy. And also why their love story is so compelling. Not because one is better or will change or abandon everything to be with their lover. But because they are imperfect in very bad, often scary situations and they are drawn to each other, and care for each other above everything else. That's why Crowley wanted to stay and that's why Aziraphale had to leave.

*I'm sorry to have used terminology for cis people in my examples, but these are what we generally perceive in public life and media - at least we do for now. I do adore my NB and trans friends - hopefully their representation will brighten the future in these things as discussed above soon.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #aziracrow #ineffable divorce #good omens 2 #double standards #aziraphale my beloved #good omens thoughts #kaypost

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dongfuck · 1 year

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Christmas Miracle - l.jn

pairing: stranger!jeno x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: dom!jeno, slight handjob, finger sucking, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, blowjob, praising, edging, unprotected sex, riding, multiple orgasms, cum inside, messy sex

wc: 4.2k

note: kinda proud of this ngl

taglist: @smuchsmut , @tyongspice1 , @matchahyuck , @goquokka , @nctgirlok297 , @jenojammin , @johnniverse , @jungkooksmamii , @220513080208 , @ablackbtsstan , @melaninjhs

“Pfftt That’s stupid. Stop trying to set me up on blind dates, assholes.” Jeno rolled his eyes at his friends and continued playing his game on his PS5. “You’re so boring, dude. You need to have a little spice in your life y’know?” Haechan nudged Jeno with his elbow. “What, like pussy?” Jeno scoffed in disbelief at his friend. “Yes!” once again, he rolled his eyes before replying, “That’s all you dicks think about, isn’t it? Fucking nincompoops.” without him noticing, Jisung, who has been quiet ever since they got on this topic, finally spoke. “I didn’t say a word!” he crossed his arms to his chest and pouted ever so slightly. “Apart from you, Ji. You’re nothing like them.” Jeno turned around swiftly to flash his signature smile before turning back to focus on his game.

Renjun, on the other hand, didn’t seem too happy about the situation. “Ugh, it’s so annoying that Jeno has a favourite.” he muttered under his breath. “Good luck taking that spot.” Haechan smirked to the boy as he popped a marshmallow in his mouth. “Of course! I’ll even buy you one the next time we go there. Mhm. What? No, it’s okay! I’ll manage.” Jaemin’s voice was heard faintly from behind them as Jeno turned around in curiosity. “Who’s Jaemin talking to?” he asked the boys. “Probably his girlfriend. They’re literally insufferable.” Chenle shivered visibly and a round of snorts and chuckled were heard. “You haven’t seen Haechan with his.” Mark raised a brow as the thought flooded his mind.

“I’m not as disgusting as they are!” Haechan said loud enough for Jaemin, who just ended his call, to hear. “You hurt my feelings!” Jaemin yelled. “He hurt mine!” the other boy pointed in Mark’s direction as he made a ‘not my fault’ look. “Can you guys shut the fuck up for a minute, please? I’m trying to play my game. God.” Jeno moved one side of his headphones behind his ear to make sure he was hearing everything correctly. “What about you, Jeno? When are you going to get all cringy with your future girlfriend or boyfriend?” Chenle teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “That’s it! Get out!” Jeno wore his headphones properly again before the boys broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m being serious!”

It was exactly three days before Christmas and Jeno was beyond excited to spend another holiday with his relatives and some douchebags. He’s currently standing by his Christmas tree as he searches for any imperfections on it. Walking around and squinting his eyes at the tree, he finally found a crack behind a gold ornament. Too bad, it was his favourite though. “Aw man, why does it have to be this one?” He mumbled to himself before throwing the broken ornament into the box he prepared for things like this. Walking further along the tree, he spotted another one, this time, it looks like someone spilled gorilla glue on it. “These dicks, I swear.” Jeno shook his head side to side and threw the piece into the box.

Long story short, Jeno had needed some help decorating his Christmas tree and he thought that it was a great idea to ask the boys for some help. He knew he couldn’t trust them but at least they got the job done. Not sure where the glue came from though. Taking another round around the tree, he finally finished taking out all the spoiled ornaments. Taking a quick scan at the tree, he noticed that it’s almost half empty. Groaning, he took a peek at the box and thought of the what ifs. What if he hadn’t asked for their help? What if he bought higher quality ornaments? What if he just doesn’t buy a tree at all? Figuring he should probably go shopping for some new ones, he took a mental note to visit town and look for some. Tomorrow. He is not in good shape to leave his house right now. Might as well fall asleep in the middle of the drive.

The next day, Jeno was seen getting dressed in his room to go shopping. He wore a white hoodie with some jeans and who thought that even the simplest of clothing could make heads turn. He sighed before leaving his house with his phone and car keys in hand. Who needs a wallet if you have a phone? Getting into the car, he set a GPS to the nearest department store before driving off. The drive to the store was quiet, except for the soft Christmas music playing through his speakers. Jeno purposely played them from his playlist to sort of get into the Christmas mood. His personal favourite would definitely be ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! though.

As Jeno listened to the lyrics of the song that said, “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”, he suddenly chuckled to himself as he looked out the front window. “Not gonna happen.” All of a sudden, there was a ring coming from his phone which he startled himself with. “Who the fuck?” he furrowed his brows before lifting his phone and pressing the green button on it. Don’t worry, he’s got his eyes on the road. “What do you want?” he said harshly into the phone. “You didn’t have to be so mean.” a girl from the other line spoke with arrogant laced in her voice.

“I asked you a question.” Jeno was already starting to get tired of his ex’s voice and he really felt like ending the call right then and there. “I’m getting married on Christmas and I just thought that maybe you’d be interested to attend my wedding.” when Jeno didn’t respond, she continued explaining the details of her upcoming wedding. “This invitation is very limited ‘cause not everyone is gonna be invited. I’ll even save you a seat if you decide to come. You can bring your girlfriend too if you have one.” at that, Jeno scoffed incoherently and rolled his eyes. Of course not everyone’s gonna be invited. Not everyone cares about you. “I’m busy on Christmas.” he shortly responded. “Oh— I mean of course you are, it is Christmas. But if you ever change your mind you can—” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence when Jeno cut her off.

“Why are you making me feel like obligated to be there? It’s your wedding and you’re not someone I’m personally close to so stop pressuring me to attend.” he spat out calmly. He knew he was a little overreacting but he just can’t help it when she’s so far up his ass. Memories of how she treated him just starts to flood back in and all he could feel was rage. “Jeno I… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was just trying to—” groaning loudly, Jeno annoyedly said, “Just have your wedding done and get it over with. I don’t wanna hear from you anymore.” and with that he ends the call. Don’t get me wrong, Jeno isn’t always like this but something about her just irks him in a way he’s never felt before.

He hated her. No matter how many exes he’s had, she’ll always be the worse. She’s upset him in the most ridiculous ways ever but he always held back. Until one day, he decides to end things off during an argument and boy was the look on her face priceless. She was undeniably shocked but soon her face turned into disgust and horror and Jeno almost felt bad for what he said but fortunately, he stood his ground and didn’t let his feelings get to him. And that’s how he ends up here. In the car, on the way to a nearby department store to pick up some decorations for his half empty tree that seemed to be taking forever.

Finally, Jeno parked his car in a very convenient spot right by the store before getting out of it and walking into the said store. He was immediately greeted with beautiful Christmas themed everything and there were quite the amount of people too. Walking further into the place, he looked around for the Christmas section until he finally found it right at the end of the trail. As he looked through the tree ornaments, he was astonished to see how low the prices were for a box of beautiful and unique decorations. He ponded on the thought of getting some for his friends but they probably wouldn’t need it anyway so he settles on getting just one.

On the spur of the moment, Jeno suddenly gets reminded that he hadn’t got any presents for anyone! Looking distraught, he immediately went and took a basket and started to look for things to gift. After a while of searching and looking, he finally got the perfect presents for the perfect people. Here are a part of the gifts he bought. A shaver for Haechan, a painting set for Renjun, a film camera for Jaemin (he always wanted one), a pair of sunglasses for Chenle, a speaker for Jisung, and a blanket for Mark. Yeah, he couldn’t really think of anything else for Mark and a guitar would definitely leave a hole in his wallet. Or at least in Jeno’s case, his phone.

After paying for the items and thanking the cashier, Jeno walked out of the store with a cheery feeling in him. That’s when he saw a woman struggling with the bags in her hand. “Ah shit, these really are going to kill me one day.” he’d heard her say. At first he didn’t care too much about it but when he noticed her walking to the exact direction as he was, he thought that maybe lending a hand wouldn’t hurt. So he walked up to her and offered some help. “Hey. Let me help you with that.” he said. “Oh— it’s fine I can—” before she could say anything more, Jeno had already took some of the bags in his free hand and began walking with her. “Where’s your car?” he asked as they walked awkwardly.

“Just right there.” she lifted a heavy hand and pointed to the car right next to his. “Oh that’s convenient. We’re parked next to each other.” Jeno smiled and looked at her which she shyly returned. Reaching her car, she put down the bags and unlocked her car before starting to load it with the mentioned bags. “Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.” the woman thanked him once she finished. “It’s my pleasure.” he said and walked away with a smile carved onto his face. Helping people really do make you happy. Getting into his own car, he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he just helped and silently regretted not asking for her number but he knew that if God was willing to give him a chance, he’d meet her again.

The next two days went by in a flash and without anyone noticing, there’s only about 6 hours until Christmas. Jeno is currently spending time with his fellow mates at a local pub. “So what do you guys wanna do before it’s finally Christmas?” Chenle spoke with a sip of his beer. “I don’t know. Chill?” Mark suggested as he shrugged. “What the fuck do you mean by chill? We should have some fun! Go ice skating or bowling or something.” Haechan excitedly exclaimed. “If you wanted to do all those things, you should’ve said that sooner like I don’t know, yesterday?? Not when there’s less than a day ‘till Christmas you idiot.” Renjun added with a roll of his eyes. “Excuse me? Did you not read the group chat? I literally invited you guys out but none of you responded to me.” Haechan stated with annoyance.

“I mean like, who would respond to you, right?” Jaemin muttered under his breath but it seemed like everyone heard him when they all started to laugh softly. Except Haechan of course. “How dare you—” he was cut off by none other than Park Jisung himself. “Can we not fight right before Christmas?” Jisung glared at the black haired boy. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” he put his hands up and sipped on his cocktail before they continued chatting normally. Just then, Jeno received a notification on his phone. Lifting the gadget to check it, it was just Instagram letting him know someone had liked his story. Putting it back down, the whole table was suddenly staring at him. Like some kind of horror movie. “Why are you guys staring at me like that?” he gulped his iced lemon tea nervously. Who the fuck orders lemon tea at a pub, gosh.

Suddenly, they all looked interested in the notification he just got. “Is it someone you’re seeing?” Mark smiled mischievously as Jeno’s face turned into a look of pure annoyance. “God, just fucking drop it!” he plead with a hushed yell. “Not until you find someone for yourself. We’re trying to help you! You just look so miserable and lonely after Rina left and we—” Haechan said but stopped when he noticed the shift in Jeno’s demeanour. He knew he shouldn’t have talked about her but it just slipped through his mouth without him even thinking about it. “I’m sure you’ve found yourself interested in someone, right?” Chenle tried to advert the attention from Haechan to avoid any awkward conversations.

Clearing his throat, Jeno threw a look of warning towards Haechan (which he smiled nervously at) before answering Chenle’s question. “Maybe I have. But I’ll probably never see her again so…” he took a sip of his drink once again and stared at the wooden table in front of him. “Oh my God. Are you being for real? What’s she like?” Jisung spoke with curiosity and excitement hidden in his voice. “Well, I’ve only talked and seen her once but she seems like a nice person. Very shy too. And… extremely pretty. She’s not pretty in a sense that she’d make heads turn and be the one everyone looks at in a crowd but rather a very low-key one. Like she’d look really basic if you look at her from afar but from up close, you can really see how beautiful of a person she really is. I might be wrong though. I’m not entirely sure.”

No one said anything when he was talking about the girl he met but deep down, every single one of them knows that he’s finally met the one.

Eight minutes ‘till Christmas and the whole town’s gathered together, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Jeno was standing with his friends as they talked about their wishes this Christmas. “You shouldn’t say it out loud y’know. It won’t come true then.” Haechan teased the youngest with a sick smile. “Wait— For real? Shit.” Jisung had his eyes wide as he looked everywhere but Haechan. Jeno seemed to be preoccupied on something to even pay attention to the conversation his friends were having. Who’d guess that that something is the girl he’d met a few days prior. She looked beautiful in a brown coat and a beige beanie standing next to what he guessed to be her friend.

They were laughing and chatting with uncountable joy and Jeno couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight. And within no time at all, he’s standing in front of the two girls smiling brightly at the girl on the right. Not creepy at all. “Uh do you know this guy, Y/n?” your friend whispered into your ear softly. “Yeah, uh… Give us a moment.” and then you pulled Jeno away from the crowd hurriedly. “Hey. You’re the guy that helped me the other day, right?” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “Yeah. Didn’t expect to see you again.” Jeno still maintained the smile on his face. “Well I mean the whole town’s here. Kinda hard not to be here as well y’know.” you laughed a little as you stared at your feet on the ground.

“Right. My bad.” Jeno laughed along with you before he looked down at his watch. Two minutes more and his phone is blowing up with calls from his friends but he decides to put his phone on silent mode. He then clears his throat and looked back at the girl in front of him with soft eyes. “Look. I’m going to be completely honest with you. Since I saw you the other day, I just knew that I liked you. And I know we don’t really know each other, I mean we don’t even know each other’s names, but I just really wish that we can work things out and love one another.” Well that was quick. Even Jeno himself admits it. You were shocked to say the least and stared at him with wide eyes before the corner of your lips turned into a small smile.

“I think I might like you more than I thought.” and with that your that lips landed on his as you tip-toed to reach his height. Fireworks were blowing up in the sky as the locals start to cheer loudly at the thought of surviving another Christmas with their loved ones. Jeno’s phone (and yours too) was vibrating in an ungodly manner but he didn’t seem to care once his hand slithers around your waist before he pulls you closer to him until your bodies were touching one another. You smiled happily into the kiss and wrapped both of your hands around his neck as you kissed him deeper. Pulling away for air, your foreheads met and within seconds you both were laughing shyly but the fireworks were loud enough to block any sound you let out. “So what’s your name?” Jeno asked with a breathy chuckle. “Y/n. Park Y/n. How about you?” You raised a brow and bit your inner lip softly. “Lee Jeno.” he grinned before pecking your left cheek cheekily. “Well then Merry Christmas, Lee Jeno.” you wished him. “Merry Christmas to you too, Park Y/n.”

And since that night, you guys have been going out more than normal couples do but you both didn’t care. You loved being around one another and sometimes, you just can’t get enough of each other.

Like right now.

When his hands are feeling every inch of you he didn’t get to feel before. His lips are attached to your neck, leaving bruises and red spots so much that you don’t even bother to ask him to stop anymore. Your hand unconsciously found its way into his pants and you’re currently stroking his cock in your palm with your eyes closed. “Fuck, Y/n, faster…” he moaned into your neck before you rubbed your thighs together and began moving your hand up and down his dick at a faster pace, just like he wanted. This action seemed to catch his attention when his right hand suddenly makes its way between your legs and rubs against your clothed heat.

You threw your head back at the touch and all of a sudden, Jeno takes your hand off of him and rips off your last piece of clothing (which just so happens to be your panties) before throwing them somewhere around the room. You were caught off guard by his sudden dominance but that doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. The shriek you let out was whorish but you pretended not to notice when he suddenly takes two fingers and sticks them into your hot mouth. You sucked eagerly at the digits and when he thinks that they’re wet enough, he pulls them from your mouth gently and lead them down to your reddened pussy, leaving a trail of saliva along the way.

Jeno teased your clit multiple times. Pulling and drawing circles around it before finally going to where you needed him the most. He traced your entrance with two of his fingers, making you let out a frustrated moan loud enough for his ears before he enters them excruciatingly slow. “Jeno, please just—” before you could even finish your sentence, he was pumping them in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help but grip his arm tightly, leaving red marks around it. “Fuck yeah.” Jeno muttered when hot liquid start to flow out of you. He didn’t want to stop though, he just kept going and going. “Jeno, t-that’s enough.” you tried to push his hands away but he wouldn’t budge. When he began hitting that spot again, you just went completely feral under him. Kicking your legs and tightening your grip around his arm before finally, you came around his fingers once again.

Pulling them out of you after a few last pumps, Jeno took his fingers to his lips and made sure you looked at him as he licked them clean. The gesture was lewd and dirty but you couldn’t help but want more. As you were still in your daze, he leaned against the bed frame and urged you to go to him. Following his instructions, you crawled your way towards him and instinctively pulled his shorts down along with his underwear and placed your hand on his hard dick before beginning to move your hand around it like before. Jeno probably did see it coming but even if he didn’t, he did a good job hiding his surprise when he quickly adjusted to it. His eyes flickered to your face to watch your expressions with heavy breaths before he wordlessly asked you to suck on him.

Taking the hint, you lowered your head and started giving kitten licks to his pink tip and in no time he already has a hand gripping your hair with his head thrown back. Moving further down his length, you tried to take all of him inside your mouth but you knew that it wasn’t possible so you covered the rest with both of your hands. Them synchronising with your mouth movements. Jeno’s grip on your hair softened and he gave small pats and rubs to the top of your head as he mutters praises under his breath. “Such a good girl…” he moaned out. You could literally feel him twitch in you and you knew that he was close. Speeding up your movements, you heard him letting out incoherent phrases before he rapidly shook your head with the grip he had in you.

Deciding to tease him a little, you abruptly took your mouth off of him with an innocent grin plastered on your face. “No— Fuck— Get back down.” He looked puzzled by your actions but you wanted to give him something you think he’ll like more. “Shh… I have something else for you.” you placed your knees at opposite sides of his legs before positioning yourself on his cock. “I love you, Jeno.” and with that you entered him inside you and felt your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!” you both exclaimed in unison before you took a hand and held his shoulders to balance yourself. “S-So… tight…” said Jeno with parted lips. “Mmh…” you sealed your lips to contain your moans as you moved up and down his length at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jeno opened his shut eyes before taking both of his hands and placing them on either sides of your waist to help you out. He was setting the pace himself and within seconds all you could hear was skin slapping against each other and lewd sounds coming from the both of you. You couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and without you noticing you’ve already came all over him. Jeno noticing this, quickly fucked all the cum back into you and said, “Not yet. You have to wait for me.” he kissed your neck lovingly and licks it every now and then. “Jeno, please I can’t take it anymore…” you whined with a small pout on your lips. “Almost there, baby. Just a little more.” he gripped your waist tighter and gave you a kiss on your wet lips before he finally came in you. Hard.

You could feel his release flowing out of you but Jeno knew better than to leave it so he collects all the cum with his dick and fucks it back into you like before, smearing the remaining white liquid all around you glistening pussy. “You’re the best, Jeno.” you smiled and hugged him tight. “Me? Noo you’re better.” he laughed and hugged you back with a grin on his face. “I wish we can stay like this forever.” your voice was muffled in his neck and you were beginning to get tired and drowsy until you finally fell asleep right then and there on his shoulder without hearing his response to what you said.

“Don’t worry. I’m never letting go of you.”

jeno’s a sweet guy okay ☹️

#once a year by dongfuck #nct imagines #nct dream #nct smut #nct scenarios #jeno smut #nct hard hours #jeno hard hours #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno #jeno fanfic

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variousqueerthings · 5 months

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thing about rose, for me, is that she wasn't there first -- this in a "she was first in nu!who in the sense that this was the first person to travel with nine, and the first person since the timewar, and the last person that nine was with, to the point that ten was born out of that experience/modelled on her."

and in that framing, I am a big fan of her haunting of the narrative, because it start outs with her placing herself inside the doctor's ribcage and rebooting their ability to want to feel things, but unfortunately rose is still a human, like every human the doctor travelled with before, it's just that the doctor forgot how to steel themself against that inevitability because of the circumstances around meeting rose

this is The thing that I find tragic about martha, because I think she could have been that person, if she'd been the first person post-timewar to travel with the doctor, but because she's coming in during bleeding-heart times, she's got to deal with triage instead. and yes, there are wonders, and yes, there are good times, but for a lot of it, it's shrapnel, and I think if it hadn't been, she would have had a very different attitude towards *waves hands* space and time travel and aliens and the universe (one where she wouldn't be the person trusted with something like the osterhagen key)

and donna had a sense of that Space the doctor was in post-rose (she canonically stopped the doctor from dying in runaway bride) and stepped away from it, and didn't get back to the doctor until some of that hole-in-chest had been bandaged up, which martha did a great job of, but didn't get to really benefit from, and I think that's the sad thing about martha jones, is that she absolutely got a taste of the beauty and the splendor, but never without all the violence and heave weight that was put onto her

which, again, she seems to have been very aware of, considering she joined UNIT and Torchwood. her eyes were barely ever rose tinted (no pun here) during her whole journey in the story. martha really is in my opinion the most tragic companion (that I've met so far, I know Adric straight up dies, but maybe he had some fun times before that?), because yes, donna loses her memories and rose is in a parallel universe, but that's more tragic for the doctor -- they've both built lives

in donna's case there's probably a lot of imperfection in that life, but clearly a lot of joy as well, with her and her husband and her kid and her mum, and I'm sure she'd have preferred to be the donna who saw the universe and was splendid, but martha never gets to forget, and has to continue her life one step out of sync of everything she could have been

which, maybe her life is pretty flipping fantastic, but we really don't know, which is the biggest thing I side-eye about the first nu!who era. that whole weird ending with the sontaran and mickey is like... anti-character work, it answers nothing and it makes very little sense

all I know about her at the end is that she more than anyone saw the doctor's life and became a soldier (still a doctor as well, but...) because that was the work she saw needed doing, and she's the kind of person who does what needs doing. but is she... okay? youknow?

but going back to the original point, is that framing martha through the lens of rose is all well and good in the sense that rose is the reason the doctor is at that emotional point when he meets martha -- although donna absolutely had a very big hand in that as well -- but once we've established that, martha's arc is martha's arc, and it's dull to me to frame it as the "rebound" arc or even particularly about alloromanticism (including -- and this is why i get why people do it in fandom -- some shit said by rtd, which is just less interesting than what I get out of it, so shhhh)

she's got so much going on, and her relationship with the doctor changes the trajectory of her life, and it's in many ways a more interesting and far less straightforward trajectory of bad-to-better that many companions get -- it's a wonderfully complicated narrative that (and again, I get that some of this comes from within deliberate framings of the text, even though I think it's more than open enough to do more with, death of the author and all that -- but certainly not all of this is text either, some of it is ignoring what is actually there) is done a disservice by not going through the real messed up fascinating extraordinary shit that's going on during her era + arc in s4

but also... is she ok? I want to know. it's one of my top three burning questions, since we're getting a bit of best-ofs of the noughties DW era, some of your crimes can be righted by a simple bit of martha mr davies

#me wanting to see martha in the 60th just to confirm she's doing okay #pls 🥺👉👈#tbh im sure freema is doing Stuff but she shoulda been in at least one UNIT episode in m*ffat or chibnall era #martha jones #doctor who #dw #doctor who meta #this is very rambly #i think for example martha in sontaran stratagem is severely underrated because she gets captured and has to be saved #(she does stuff as well but also the above)#but it's a role reversal between her and the doctor in s3! she's constantly saving the doctor in s3 she's constantly saying I've got you #and in that episode the doctor saves her and says it back!#arghhhhh someone hold martha for me my love who always has to be so strong

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saratinz · 1 year

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Fake It Like You Love Me

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby)

synopsis ➩ part three of 'Fuck Away the Pain'

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Never have you felt this safe, here, in the unlikely arms of Bucky. Even waking up with a raging headache and sore ass, you are peaceful. With your head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, you wake up in a surprisingly good mood. “Good morning beautiful.”

“Mmmmh, what time is it.”

“It’s 8:00, you wanna get up?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, let me get up so I can go to the gym.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know a much better way to get your workout in.” You lean in, sucking on his neck, marking your territory.

“Oh really? And what’s that sweetheart?”

“Get naked and you’ll find out.” Once you roll off him, he’s quick to follow orders, removing his shirt and sweatpants, along with his boxers. You admire his adonis-like figure, truly loving every bit of him. While getting on top of you, he causes a moan to slip out when he brushes your clit with his cock.

“Doll, you’re squirming, are you in pain?” He smirks. “Yes, daddy.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Down there.” He pushes back onto his knees, coming face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Here, let me kiss it better.” His lips leave a gentle peck on your clit. Then another. And now, he’s using his tongue, making your eyes go crossed. Bucky is eating your pussy like his life depends on it. Lying on your back, never having had so much fun. You’re seeking heaven in his grasp, almost reaching your high, but you’re soon disappointed.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Awww, is my little baby needy, I have the cure for that too.” He grabs you by the waist, turning you onto your hands and knees. It’s like it’s his job to destroy you, switching from saccharine to dominant in a matter of seconds. “You gonna let daddy help you?”

“Yes, daddy, I need your help.” He responds with a quick thrust straight to your cervix. He’s so deep, so entwined, you can’t imagine a life without him. But no, you can’t think about that, not after what he did. No man who stands Y/n Y/l/n up gets a second chance. Except, isn’t that what you’re doing right now? No, this is strictly sex. The architecture of your relationship fell, all patience and respect completely diminished. Now, all that lies is a pile of anger and fucking. It doesn’t matter that there are feelings there, because you can never act on them.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Yeah, I feel so much better.” You refrain from telling him what’s really bothering you: the complicated love story of Bucky and Y/n. This is not a fairytale though, it’s not a rom-com. You two won’t get a happy ending, no, it’s too late for that. A particularly harsh thrust makes your thoughts disappear. The way his hips hit your ass is painfully delicious, the sting turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “Fuck, Bucky, I love you.”

“Can’t say those things baby, gonna give me hope.”

“Say it back.”

“I love you too.” You’re so close to the edge, you just need one last push. “Daddy loves you so fucking much, you’re the only one for me.” And that’s what sends you over, the praise and promise he makes. You know, in this moment, you have him wrapped around your finger, and that you always did.

“Fill me up daddy, want you to cum inside. I’m your good girl right?”

“Yes you’re my perfect girl.” You never saw yourself doing this, letting the cocky superhero you hated do something so intimate. But here you are, with cum leaking out of you. “Fuck you’re so cute.”

“This can’t happen again. It was the last time.”

“I know, doll. If you need anything, I’m always here. Except when I’m on missions of course.” You just lie there, looking a hot mess, but Bucky fucking loves it. He loves you, every single part, imperfections and all. He knows he will never love anyone else, and he’s 100% certain that you’re the love of his life. He would literally do anything, just to have a second of your time, or a smidge of your affection. The sight of you brings him to heaven, and you are his angel. His unknowing savior. Because that’s exactly what you did; You saved him. You two reluctantly get dressed, wishing everything was simpler, and that you could spend the rest of your lives naked in bed together. It’s not even just about the sex, it’s about the emotional connection you share. But life is complicated, and no amount of love can completely repair a betrayal. It seems that you just weren’t meant to be together. You leave without saying ‘goodbye’, trying to accept that this was your last time together.

While you make your way back to your room, Bucky heads to the gym. “Hey, Sam.”

“Oh god, I’m not talking to Y/n for you again.”

“It’s okay, we’re done. She broke it off this morning.”

“Wait, she was with you last night? She went to dinner? She seemed so sure of her decision. What changed her mind? How did it go? Why’d it end?”

“Woah, one question at a time. She didn’t change her mind, she changed mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“She umm, convinced me not to go.”

“But you love her, there’s no way you would skip dinner again, well, unless, eww Bucky why are you telling me this?”

“Cause you asked. Anyway, we had sex today, but she said it was the last time.”

“So she hasn’t forgiven you?”

“No, but she still loves me.”

“How can you be sure?” “Because she said it while I fucked her.”

“Wait, you’re telling me she dropped the l-bomb during intercourse, then left you?”

“Yes.”

“She’s using you for your body, and you’re letting her.”

“Well, yeah. And I’d let her do it over and over, I don’t care, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Buck, y’know that’s like unhealthy and fucked up, right?”

“Again, I simply don’t care.”

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, and you’re going to get your heart broken.”

“I know.”

“I’m worried about you. Is she really worth it?”

“Yeah, I mean, we just work. We’re into all the same things, especially when it comes to sex. And she’s just so emotionally literate, it’s endearing.”

“So, uhh, what’s she like in bed?”

“Well last night she figured out that I like to be called ‘daddy’ and taunted me about it, so I, spanked her a little bit. Then we went to bed.”

“Ewww, daddy? And she liked that? You spanked her? Remind me to never ask about your sex life ever again, you all are animals. But in your defense, you are truly perfect together, both of you are into all that kinky shit.”

“I’m not good enough for her.”

“You deserve good things Bucky.”

“No, I don’t, not after all I’ve done. Not after all the pain I’ve caused.”

“Fine, go ahead, be miserable, I don’t know how to help you anymore. You can’t hate and punish yourself forever. You have to let yourself be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“So what would happen if she came to your door tonight and, I don’t know, called you daddy and begged for your dick, what would you do?”

“I guess I’d have to turn her down.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“Have you seen her? Of course I’d sleep with her.”

“Oh boy, this is going to end badly.”

“Just, don’t mention this to anyone.”

“Fine.”

It’s only been 12 hours since you saw Bucky last, but you feel like you’re dying. The compound’s bar is becoming your second home. You’re sipping on your vodka and cranberry juice concoction. You’re not gonna survive this break-up, you know that for a fact. Going back on your word is embarrassing, but when it comes to Bucky Barnes, you don’t care at all. He’s your heaven on Earth, your broken angel. Your unknowing savior, because he saved you too. You wouldn’t have gotten over Steve so fast had he rejected you. So you’re grateful, endlessly grateful, for everything he has done for you. And you know exactly how to repay him. Before you know it, you’re at his door, knocking as if you will die if you don’t get inside right now. “I need you.”

“What do you need?”

“I need your cock, daddy.”

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