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#anon I think you’re mistaken
skellytonsandstars · 6 months
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VENTI!!!?! :O
Yes
The bard is in fact my pfp
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valeskafics · 23 days
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"Between Us" - Feyd Rautha x Wife!Reader
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a/n: from an anon request. just a fun lil drabble 🩷
Summary: Feyd gives you a gift that you won't soon forget, proving nothing will come between the two of you.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, murder/violence, bullying, blood kink, choking, fingering, oral m receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 1,236
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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It’s late when Feyd finally comes to your shared bedchamber. His days have grown longer ever since taking up the title of Baron. He resents that it takes him away from you. You’re the only thing that’s ever made him truly happy. But this burden is his honor and his duty as his uncle’s chosen heir. Though he spends so many hours away from you, he always makes sure to return to your bed and only yours every night. He had his fun with his concubines, memories that he looks back on with fondness, but now? He can’t imagine being with anyone but you. His pets have fallen to the wayside ever since the first time he had you. 
Nothing and no one else could ever satisfy him the way you do.
Feyd expects you to come running into his arms, embracing him as you always do. He is a cold man, bloodthirsty and cruel, but your love and affection softens him. He frowns when he opens the door and sees you standing at the balcony, wearing your nightgown. The moon lights up your skin, making you look like some sort of ethereal goddess. He approaches you, moving your hair off your shoulder to press a kiss to the soft skin of your neck. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice.
He turns you around to face him, hands cupping your face as he questions, “What troubles you?”
As if waking from a trance, you blink, meeting his gaze with a melancholy smile, “Nothing, my lord. Everything is fine.”
Your answer comes a moment too quickly and Feyd shakes his head, “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying to me.”
You pause before sighing, “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
The way you ask is so endearing that he can’t help but nod, “I promise.”
“One of your… Concubines…” It’s as if you struggle to say the word, your innocence bringing a smile to his face as he forces himself to hold back a chuckle, “One of them approached me and…” You shake your head, cutting yourself off, “Never mind. You’ll think it’s stupid.”
Feyd narrows his eyes, gripping your chin in his hand, squeezing slightly, “Tell me.”
You gaze up at him through your lashes, the sight of which has never failed to make his heart, which he once thought to be nonexistent, melt, “She said a weak little thing like me could never satisfy you the way the three of them did. That you’ll grow bored of me and come back to them. That you don’t…”
The way your breath hitches, tears pooling in your eyes…
Rage fills your husband, fire in his veins, “That I don’t what, little one?”
“That you don’t love me. That you never will,” comes your anguished whisper. Feyd lets out an animalistic growl, baring his teeth in a snarl. “Feyd, please don’t be angry with me, I shouldn’t have said anything-”
He quickly realizes that you’ve mistaken his anger as being directed toward you and loosens his grip, shaking his head though his expression is still furious, “I’m not angry at you. I would never be angry at you. You are the only one who brings any sense of calm into my life, little one. You are my wife. I chose you.”
He releases you from his grip, stalking past you toward the door. 
Your lips part in surprise as you stare after him, confused, “My lord?”
Feyd pauses, turning to look at you, pulling his dagger from its sheath, gritting his teeth, “I have to take care of something, my love. I’ll return soon.”
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“FEYD?!”
His grin is bloody at the sound of your shriek, the heads of his three concubines thrown at your feet. Feyd chuckles as you scramble backward on the bed, staring at the disembodied heads with shock. He crawls over your body, feeling pleased when you calm at his touch, your hands resting on his cheeks, still stained with blood. He traces your lips with his thumb, watching as your eyes flutter shut at his touch.
“I will never let anyone come between us, little one,” he rasps, pressing his lips to your jaws, the blood of his concubines staining your skin, “Never. You are the one I love, the one I chose. I never went to see them after I took you as my own because I know their touch could never satisfy my lust, my love the way yours can.”
You kiss him, your legs parting to accommodate his frame as his tongue moves against your own. He’s eager tonight, you muse, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you. He moves your underwear to the side, fingers stroking at your slit, a wicked smile on his face.
“Seeing your lord husband painted in blood made you so wet,” Feyd whispers, “It seems my little wife isn’t so innocent after all.”
You bite back a smile as he spreads your thighs, mouthing at your wet cunt. And when you close your eyes, your head falling back against your pillow, he lands a slap against your center. A reminder that if you don’t keep your eyes locked on him, what he’s doing to you, he won’t allow you to reach your peak. He moans, pulling you in close, burying his face between your legs, inhaling your scent as he continues lapping at your folds like a man starved. Your fingers twist in the silken bedsheets, losing yourself in the pleasure he gives you, reaching your peak against his tongue, pulling him into another kiss as he crawls over you.
“No woman could ever taste as sweet, mewl my name so perfectly,” he vows, slipping his pants down to reveal his pale cock, already achingly hard, leaking from the tip, “It’s only you, my love. No one will ever come between us. Not even death.”
Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling him rut against you, his cock brushing against your sweet spot every time he slams back into you, your nails raking down the pale skin of his back, leaving an angry red trail in their wake. Feyd bites down hard on your neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. You take his hand, bringing it to your throat, and Feyd immediately knows what you wish of him. He squeezes, restricting your airflow, smirking at the way it makes your body tense, your peak quickly approaching once again. Your eyes roll back as he spills himself inside you, his hot seed filling you.
Perhaps you seemed a sweet, unassuming little thing to your husband’s former lovers. But they didn’t realize that the longer you spent with him, the more your tastes began to mirror those of your husband.
He presses his lips to yours in a kiss, uncharacteristically gentle and yet still so very passionate as he vows to you once again, “I love you. Nothing will ever come between us.”
You grin, moving to lay on top of him, raking your nails down his chest as you whisper, feeling his cock already beginning to twitch against your thigh, “I believe you, my husband.”
Feyd chuckles, hands moving to palm at the flesh of your ass, groaning slightly as you continue your ministrations, clearly not wanting tonight’s fun to be through, “What a greedy little monster I’ve made of you, little one.”
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lorarri · 1 month
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚🇵🇭 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ─ 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ people start to notice a mystery man in the back of your vlogs and people start to wonder who is he ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ charles leclerc x fem! heiress! vlogger! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . . ❨ this took me wayyyy to long sorry about that enjoy! ❩
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❨ series masterlist | main masterlist ❩
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yourinstagram going out tonight 🥂
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user MOTHER WHO IS THIS MAN
user the white man...the vlogs...it's all making sense now
user giving legs for dayssssss
user twitter detectives do your think
user well hello there charles what are you doing here
user Y/N come home the kids miss you
user I'm on my knee's in the middle of the road
user I WANT WHAT THIS MAN HAS
user I think I know who this is.....
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charles_leclerc . 5hr ago
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seen by yourinstagram arthur_leclerc 79,380,490 others
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HAMMER TIME ⚒️
everyone who thinks charles is punching above his weight say yeah
MAD MAXAMILIAN 
yeah
BIG D DANNY 🤠
yeah x2
THE PAPAYA CHILD 🧡
yeah x3
HOT CHILLI POT 🔥🌶
yeah x4
FRENCH WHORE 🇫🇷🥖
yeah x5
YUKI-SENPAI
yeah x6
FLORIDA RAHHHH 🇺🇸🦅🔥
yeah x7
PASTRYMAN 🥐
yeah x8
THE PAPAYA CHILD 🧡
tell mother I love her and that she is everything
IL PREDESTINATO 🏎
will do
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charles_leclerc my girl 🤍
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─ requested by . . .
anon ─ Helloooo:) If I’m not mistaken, you’re doing a “𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒 ─ 𝐅𝟏 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃” and I have an idea for the 🇵🇭.For the face claim, you could look up Ms. Heart Evangelista!! SHE IS THE REAL DEFINITION OF CRAZY RICH ASIAN (PH VERSION😭😭😭) she’s pretty and humble at the same time And for the driver maybe it can be Charles Leclerc ??🥺So for the storytime maybe like at first they are soft launching like Charles got a glimpse feature on her vlogs (She vlogs also:)) especially fashion weeks !!!) or her IG posts and then internet went crazy when they found out that Charles is dating a real life Old money family in the PH and then the gossip pages, fan pages, etc are having a mixed reaction because they didn’t expect Charles to be with someone who isn’t from Monaco and same group of friends😭 but at the end, they love Heart 🩷 as they enjoy her vlogs and IG contents :)) that would be all !! It’s alright if someone or you have a better idea for the 🇵🇭:)))Thank youu😊🤗and have a great day/night!
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lnfours · 7 months
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ruin the friendship | l.n
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summary: i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but i was wondering if you would ever consider doing a fwb/roommates fic for lando like the one you did for tom? i absolutely love your writings!! -> yes anon, my requests for lando are open :))) also i listened to ‘don’t ’ by bryson tiller while writing this so feel free to listen to it while you read <3
warnings: friends with benefits!! language, sexual tension u can cut with a knife, neck kisses, nothing too crazy, jealous roommate lando 🫣
masterlist | ask box 💌 | listen
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you stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot on the stove as soft music played from the speaker on the counter. you hummed softly, the door closing catching your attention, making you spin around in your socks. the voices entered the kitchen and you smiled at your two roommates.
“mate, you’re crazy,” max laughed, “i don’t understand how you did that.”
“because i’m a great golfer, that’s how,” lando said, putting his phone on the island as he pulled a stool out to sit, “how was your day, y/n?”
you turned back to the stove, “it was alright, i guess. got some work done, went to the store, the usual. not nearly as exciting as you two’s day it sounds.”
max smiled, patting lando’s shoulder, “mans was a beast on the green today, should’ve been there,” you shook your head with a smile, thinking about the last time the three of you were on a golf course.
let’s just say, drunk people shouldn’t drive golf karts. max continued, “oh, how was your date the other night?”
lando’s ears perked up, his head snapping away from his phone. you grabbed the pot with the oven mitts, pouring the spaghetti into the strainer, “it was alright, nothing special.”
“you went on a date?” lando didn’t mean it the way it came out. you looked over your shoulder at him, “with who?”
“some guy who was all over her the other night at the club,” max said, “was it not good?”
“he’s kind of a douche,” you said, bringing the spaghetti back to the pot and adding the sauce, “didn’t have a good time.”
“sorry to hear that, y/n,” max said before standing up, “‘mgonna go shower.”
you and lando nodded, his eyes going back to watch you as you fixed dinner. you met his eyes, “you have a staring problem, norris.”
“you didn’t tell me you were going to go on a date with that guy.” he said. you dropped the spoon in the pot, reaching up to grab plates for everyone.
“didn’t know i had to tell you all of a sudden.” you shrugged. he stood from his seat, walking over to you. you backed up against the counter, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as he placed his hands on the counter, basically trapping you between the counter and him. he had a slight sunburn on his nose from being in the sun all afternoon, his sunglasses were still pushing back his curls, and his eyes were damn near mesmerizing.
“suppose you don’t,” he said, “did he bring you flowers at least?”
you shook your head and he clicked his tongue, reaching behind you for a plate, “that’s a shame. i would’ve brought your favorite.”
“do you even know my favorite?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to the stove. he put his plate down on the counter next to you.
“of course i do,” he said, “your favorite flower is a sunflower, and if im not mistaken you have a tattoo of a sunflower right…” he trailed off, lifting up the edge of your hoodie and pointing to your hip, “here.”
his finger touched the exact spot the tattoo was, his touch burning through the fabric of your sweatpants. his smirked as you met his eyes again, grabbing his plate as he moved back to the other side of the island. of course he knew where it was, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. he knew all the ins and outs of your body at this point.
“dinner smells good,” max said as he reappeared, in a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you tried to regain your composure, “you alright? look like you just ran a marathon.”
you nodded, grabbing your own dinner, “i’m good.”
he nodded but still gave you a look. after dinner, max went to go stream but lando stayed back to help you clean up. you were washing dishes as he placed them in the sink. once all of them were collected, he wrapped his arms around your middle. you leaned back slightly, tilting your head to the side to let him place his head on your shoulder.
“going on dates with other guys when you still fold every time i do this?” he joked and you huffed, laughing softly.
“i don’t fold every time,” you said, “i pick and choose, and i guess today is your lucky day.”
he pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw and you couldn’t help the soft noise that came from your throat, “hmm? don’t fold every time?”
you rolled your eyes, “it’s been a while.”
“too long,” he mumbled against your shoulder.
“i need a shower,” you complained, turning around in his arms.
“me too,” he said, brushing a stray hair from your face, “wanna save some water?”
you laughed, shaking your head, “you shower with the water too cold.”
“you’re the one who likes it boiling hot! it’s a wonder you don’t pass out in there.”
you rolled your eyes, “maybe you’re just dramatic, did you think of that?”
he fake gasped, “me? dramatic? never.”
you nodded, stepping away from him, “keep telling yourself that.”
“seriously, come shower with me,” he grabbed your hips, pulling you back to him. you let out a soft laugh as he pouted, “please.”
you let his lips go to your neck, giving into him the second time today, “no, lan.”
“cmon,” he said, “it’s the least you could do for going on a date behind my back.”
“you were the one who wanted to keep this,” you waved your finger back and forth between your two bodies, “a secret.”
“not anymore,” he said, “i’ve thought about it, let me take you on a date. a proper one. i’ll get you flowers, take you to the restaurant downtown you love that you go to with your friends. i’ll pull all the stops, you deserve it.”
you smiled softly, “only if you promise to wear that black button up shirt you wore last weekend.”
he raised an eyebrow, “you liked that, huh?”
“maybe,” you smirked up at him.
“okay, then you have to wear that red dress you wore on the night out the other night.”
“deal.”
he smiled before lifting you up off your feet. you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “where are we going?”
“my bed,” he said, carrying you down the hallway and shutting his bedroom door with his foot, “because now i can’t stop picturing you in that dress.”
“thought you wanted to shower?”
he sat you down on his lap, hands wandering under your hoodie as yours tugged on the hem of his golf shirt, “need you more than a shower right now.”
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daydreamrot · 27 days
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i absolutely love moles and after analysing all of leon’s features i’ve came across his moles which he’s got a lot of… i was thinking maybe like a leon x reader where reader just admires and loves all over his moles if that makes sense?? thank youuu
"Kiss Marks" feat leon kennedy x gn! reader
a small fluff drabble. ~950 words. read on ao3. link to leon s kennedy masterlist. no warnings necessary. leon and reader are both a bit insecure, but they are so in love. last sentence is a little suggestive. i hope you enjoy anon!!
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leon never talked much about work. he didn’t want you to worry, nor did he see much point in dredging past horrors. he would much rather bask in the moment's serenity – curled up on the couch, eating cheap fast food because he got home too late for a proper dinner, and watching a silly movie. a movie that brought out the crinkles in the eyes when you laughed, had your arm playfully slapping leon’s bicep as you clutch your side in laughter, and a movie perfect for appreciating the beauty in the little things.
“leon?” you ask, pulling him out of his haze. he blinks, pausing mid-bite, ”hm?” he asks, an edge of curiosity etched softly into his features. “you’re staring,” you chuckle, cocking your head to the side. a soft blush creeps onto his cheek, “s-sorry,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck in the embarrassment of being caught. you shake your head, not bothered by his attention, and turn your head back towards the TV. “you’re just so attractive,” he mutters under his breath, unskilled at giving genuine compliments. despite his reputation as a poor flirt, he struggled with sincerity even a year or so into dating. now it was your turn to be embarrassed as your gaze fluttered to your lap, twiddling your thumbs, and rendered helpless at wiping the stupid grin off your face. “shut up,” you retort, still avoiding eye contact and smiling at the ground. you were never the best at accepting compliments.
he laughs, slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. he kisses your temple delicately, returning his attention to the movie you are watching. it was your turn to study him now. the small nicks on his chin from failed attempts at shaving, the yellowing bruises on his neck from when someone handled him a bit too roughly during work, and the adorable moles that littered his skin. Leon notices your lingering eyes, shifting a bit in his seat. He pouts, meeting your gaze, “now you’re staring,” he says, feigning offense, nudging you in the side.
a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “oh love, if you think i am the only attractive one in this relationship… you are sorely mistaken,” you respond, kissing his cheek gently. leon shakes his head in disapproval, “i come home to you weekly covered in scrapes, bruises, blood, and guts. in short, i look like i have crawled my way out of hell most days – yet you have the nerve to deem me attractive. ridiculous” he huffs, a few his insecurities scuttling out in the intimacy of your small apartment. your hand cups his cheek, thumb gently brushing across his skin. “You know what I think when I see you come home after saving the world?” you whisper, pressing kisses up his neck. your kisses drive leon to tilt his head just slightly, allowing you to pepper him with more affection, “what?” he mumbles, his voice a bit hoarse. “I think, ‘thank goodness the man i love has returned home intact,’” you reply, pulling him in for a tender kiss.
leon returns your kiss, pulling you onto his lap and squeezing your hips gently. It’s tender, familiar, and a soothing balm over his insecurities. all negative self-talk is consumed by your love's radiance in the small glow of the living room TV. when you break apart and exchange “i love you’s”, you don’t relent on the kisses. A kiss to the adorable birthmark on his throat. Another to the acne scars on his skin. Another to the next birthmark on his muscular traps. leon’s bottom lip juts out into a pout, aggravated you’re ignoring the spot his wishes you’d kiss most. “Such a tease,” he sighs as he rubs your back tenderly. You roll your eyes, “just let me spoil you.” He gently grunts in acknowledgment, continuing to massage your back tenderly. You continue to assault him with a barrage of kisses across his neck, collarbone, cheeks, forehead, and even the tips of his ears. He finds it to be overkill, continuing to pout about the fact that you’re not kissing him on the lips, but he loves you so much. So much it overwhelms him. it scares him because he knows if he were ever to lose you, he doesn’t think he could come back from it. You can see him lost in the spiral of his thoughts; you intervene.
“i always loved this birthmark near your Adam’s apple. i think it’s so cute and the perfect spot for me to kiss,” you giggle, gently brushing your thumb against the mark. he raises his eyebrow in response, scoffing as if appreciating a silly birthmark was absurd. “What? Do you disagree?” you tease in response, looking at the funny face he is making. “I just think it’s silly to focus on such minor details of my body, but i suppose I do the same thing when I see you laugh or smile,” he shrugs. “Well, let me show you why it’s my favorite spot…” you say, a slight purr to your voice.
you lock your lips onto the birthmark on his neck, softly sucking the supple skin into your mouth. immediately, without any thought, leon lets out a soft moan in response. you chuckle when you release the spot, wiping your tongue across the pink-hued bruise forming beneath your lips. you chuckle, looking up at him and admiring the pink creeping up in his cheeks. “that’s why,” you shrug, and he laughs, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, yeah, but now it’s your turn…” he threatens, reciprocating with kisses up your neck. Something tells you that you won’t be leaving the couch anytime soon.
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seokgyuu · 3 months
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You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?
Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader
Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).
Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).
tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.
Smut Warnings under the cut!
Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk
In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 
At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!
In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 
The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 
Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 
Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 
Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 
Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 
“Seokmin?!” 
“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”
He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.
“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”
“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”
“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”
When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.
“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”
The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 
“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.
“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 
“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”
He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.
“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 
“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.
“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”
“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 
“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”
As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 
He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.
“Y/N.”
“Did you not find it?” You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 
Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 
But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 
“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”
The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 
“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”
Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 
Just that he doesn’t. 
Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 
“Answer me, love.”
You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 
“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 
He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 
Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 
“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 
Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 
When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 
“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 
It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.
“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.
“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”
“Please what, darling?”
“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 
“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 
The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 
This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 
Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.
“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.
“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 
Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 
“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”
His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 
“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 
When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 
“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 
Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.
“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 
“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.
“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”
Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.
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anonymous said: i just wanna sit down on sukuna’s massive thigh. is that so much to ask?? character: ryomen sukuna notes: anon, i want to ride sukuna’s massive thigh so so so badly!!!!! and so of course i had to write something!!! warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, size difference, thigh riding, implied cureless!au, fem!reader, humiliation and degradation, toxic relationship, bit of noncon overstim right at the end words: 1.8k
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It’s custom practice, at this point, that Sukuna places you on his lap whenever he’s engaging in an activity that requires sitting; when he’s working in his office, when he’s in a meeting (because his precious little baby is always with him, no matter what time or place or occasion), when he’s reading, when he’s lounging, when he’s eating. 
It isn’t always in the same position; sometimes you’ll rest against him, your back pressed flush to his chest, one thick arm wound around your waist for stability; sometimes you’ll straddle his massive thigh, your face buried in his neck, lips painting strokes of saliva across his collarbone in messy little pecks, lashes leaving gentle butterfly kisses against his shoulder.
But irregardless of the situation and your posture throughout, if he’s sitting, you are there with him.
It is also customary that you behave while you’re in Daddy’s lap—no fidgeting or squirming, no whining or whispering, no complaints of boredom at all, and no getting down until he releases you. 
So it’s not a shock, exactly, that a low, dark chuckle rumbles beneath his ribs the moment your hips begin to rock—barely anything more than shallow ruts, something that might’ve been mistaken for an innocent restlessness, had he not known better.
But he knows you much too well.
“I thought Daddy had a rule against wiggling, sweetheart.” 
“Can’t help it, Daddy, swear I can’t.”
“Is that so?” he hums, flexing the muscles of his hard, defined thigh between your legs, snorting a little when you gasp. “And why is that?”
“M’horny, Daddy,” you whimper, nuzzling your cheek against the column of his throat. “Don’t wanna bother you, Daddy.” 
“Oh? And what makes you think this isn’t bothersome?” 
It’s not—you know it’s not.
Because as well as your Daddy knows you, you know him, too. 
His four simple rules don’t exist because he can’t concentrate when you’re on his lap—he most definitely can. If there’s one thing you’ve come to learn about Sukuna in the short but intense time you’ve been his, it’s that he retains an exceptional amount of control over himself—body, mind, and soul—and it’s a fact he takes immense pride in. 
Because, sure, Sukuna may live for the pursuit of pleasure, a hedonist in the purest sense, but that doesn’t mean he can’t control himself, his self-discipline and restraint sharper and stronger than a tungsten needle when he wants it to be. 
His four simple rules are all about power. 
Doesn’t mean they’re going to stop you, though.
Your hips are still shifting, cunt pressed flush to his thigh with only a thin layer of lace separating it from his pants, slit sliding along his firm, strong muscles in slow, hard strokes.
“Are you sure one pitiful little orgasm from pathetically humping my thigh is worth it?” 
No, you’re not. One measly clitoral orgasm probably isn’t worth the hefty punishment that’s going to follow, but you’re too sleepy, too needy, to care. 
An indistinct little noise vibrates at the back of your throat, head moving in ambiguous motions, rubbing thick cords of drool across his shoulder, leaving tiny webs shimmering on cashmere.
Your hips roll with more purpose, falling into a steady rhythm of rocking—back and forth, back and forth, smearing your cunt along the sleek muscle between your legs.
It already feels so good, using his thigh to stroke your clit in repetitive motions, the cotton twill of his trousers providing just enough resistance to make the friction delicious, a dull, dense heat flooding the pit of your stomach.
“God, look at you,” he scoffs, a peculiar mix of disgust and devotion saturating his voice. “Trying to fuck my thigh like you’re some sort of animal.”
Exhaling a snort, he jiggles his thigh in accentuation, sneering a little at the choked moan you try so hard to snuff out, pleasure clawing at your tongue.
“I guess it doesn’t make much of a difference to a desperate little slut, does it? My sick little girl will take whatever she can get, won’t she?” 
Your head nods lethargically, smearing your own saliva over your chin.
“Aren’t you embarrassed to be acting like this? So eager, so ardent.”
“Jus’wan’ you, Daddy,” you slur out. 
Because it’s true; you just want him, in any way you can have him. 
Maybe you really are just a dirty, desperate little slut. Maybe it doesn’t matter either way.
“You know, I can feel your slick soaking through my pants,” Sukuna says, lips against the curve of your ear, dark, low voice reverberating against the cartilage—little tremors that snuggle into your flesh, skittering down your spine in a shiver. “It’s fucking disgusting, how wet you are from this.”
It is, he’s right, an obscene amount of arousal already staining his leg—far too much to be decent, to be normal, don’t you think, baby?—the copious amounts of slick making the grind along his strong muscles effortless, lace molded to your drenched folds and soiled all the way through, leaving a large gleaming patch on the material of his trousers, fabrics gliding together easily, aiding in your motions as your humping gains speed.
“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how fucking lewd your cunt is?” 
You do, of course you do, vulgar squelching echoing out among the home office with every buck of your hips, sopping clothes sloshing together, procuring a sick sort of gurgling.
It’s so humiliating, salacious sounds complemented perfectly by his silky laughter, but you can’t stop, movements accelerating to hard, quick gyrations of your hips as you lose the friction of his pants, now too slippery to be anything other than teasing.
His derisive remarks, coated in icing sugar, do nothing to tame the blaze in the pit of your tummy, his voice like kerosene, flames flaring with every word that drips from his mouth.
“You’re so easy, aren’t you? Easy to please, easy to pleasure, all you need is something nice and firm to rub your cunt on, huh?” 
“Feels good, Daddy,” you mumble against his neck with another clumsy nod, words weighted with spit. “Feels s’good.”
“Yeah, I can tell, baby,” he snorts. “Look at how fucking sloppy you are!” 
Leaning back a little in his office chair, he looks down at where you’re conjoined, a soft whine slipping from your lips at the loss of his chest. A thick layer of sheen coats his thigh, turning the charcoal shimmery in the beams of sunset streaming through the windows. His tongue clicks against his teeth in a disapproving tut, as if it’s such a shame that you’ve ruined his trousers so terribly. 
It really is, though, sticky substance having accumulated on his pant leg so much that it’s merely collecting atop the material now, unable to soak any further. You whine again, yearning to bury your scorching face, pricks of humiliation stinging your cheeks.
“I should make you lick it up, honestly,” he muses to himself, humming a little at the prospect. “Such naughty little girls should be made to clean up the messes they make, don’t you agree?” 
Aside from the light notes of beguile infusing his voice, he sounds normal—calm and unaffected—and you’d think him to be, too, if you couldn’t feel his massive cock, hard and straining against expensive slacks, brushing against your thigh with each of circle of your hips. 
It twitches a little with every gentle graze of your body, but Sukuna does nothing to pursue it, nothing to satisfy it or solve the problem, too focused on you to care.
Your arms wind around his neck, bringing him back to you with a discontented little mewl, and he laughs again, going willingly. 
Always so needy. 
You’re really riding his thigh now, vigorous enough that the wheels of his office chair shift against the hardwood, Sukuna planting his feet more resolutely, keeping you both in place, muscles pulled taut with the motion.
Damp little moans seep into the skin of his neck as your hips work, each one pushed from your throat on an airy little gasp, and he can tell that you’re close.
Because that’s so easy, too—you’re so fucking obvious with it, with the way your thighs keep tensing around him, almost as if they’re trying to readjust their grip; squeeze him tighter, hump him harder, siphon his thigh up further, urgently chasing that building high.
That heavy heat is amassing in the pit of your stomach, sinking into your gut as it grows with every swivel of your hips, hotter and hotter, higher and higher until it feels smothering, sweltering, engulfing you from the inside out and weeping through your pores, ragged little pants of his title exhaled from parted lips. 
“You’re such a perverted little girl,” he murmurs in your ear, voice deep and decadent, tinged with just a hint of amusement. “What would everyone think if they knew how sordid that pretty little mind of yours really is? All of your university professors who praised you so much, all of your esteemed colleagues at work, how would they feel to know of your true nature?” 
“They’d be disgusted,” you sigh out, almost dreamily. 
A chuckle rumbles behind his ribs, rubbing his jaw line along your temple in a possessive caress. 
“Yeah, they would. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re so sick.” 
“Only for you, Daddy, always for you, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” he purrs, hands finally finding their rightful place on your hips, so massive the tips of his thumbs overlay your ribs. “Now be a good dirty girl for Daddy and make a mess all over his thigh, sweetheart.” 
And that’s all the permission you need, really. 
Oh, it’s so cute, the way your cunt clenches against his sculpted muscles, the way he feels your hole flutter eagerly around nothing as wet, sticky warmth floods his thigh, the way your clit throbs in time with it, pressed tightly to his leg.
You’re whimpering out his name, skin clammy and glittering with sweat, tiny dewdrops beaded along your temples catching in the waning sun rays as you snuggle into his jaw, pliant and languid.
But Daddy isn’t done with you just yet.
The hands on your waist flex, blunt nails carving deep crescents into the flesh—latched onto you, firm and stable, using his grip as leverage to force your hips to keep moving, even as they start to jerk.
A hiss is spit through the gaps of your teeth, sharp and sudden, whole body recoiling from the involuntary overstimulation. Shudders ripple through your flesh in vicious bouts as Sukuna aggressively rubs your sensitive cunt along his leg, pressing his thigh upward and grinding strong, defined muscle into your aching clit. 
“Daddy!” you wail, clinging to him despite the agony, fingers twisting knots in his immaculately pressed dress shirt. “St—ah!—S’too much, it hurts!” 
“Oh, poor baby,” Sukuna pouts, oozing condescension. “You didn’t really think Daddy would just allow you misbehave in such a manner and get off without some sort of punishment, did you?” 
No, you didn’t; of course you didn’t, but—
“Quite stupid, my pretty girl is,” he shakes his head with a chuckle, spikes of ice prickling your spine. “You wanted to ride Daddy’s thigh, so you are going to ride Daddy’s thigh, over and over and over again until your cute lil cunt has been rubbed raw, until Daddy decides it’s enough.” 
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saeist · 1 year
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itoshi brothers reaction to their little sister wearing a different jersey and supporting someone else 😭
anon ur mind… should i make this into a series 😭 100 milestone special
can you imagine the reaction of both brothers when they see you lounging around the house with a jersey that’s not from their respective teams?
sae never misses the chance to give you a jersey from his matches. he always makes sures to get two of the same jerseys no matter what. sae would never admit this though. when he gives you his jerseys, he just tells you it’s an old one but it’s a lie. he has his own sitting in his luggage, gym bag, you name it, it’s there. he personally got one for you cause you were his sister after all
rin on the other hand is the same but he only gives you hand me downs such as the blue lock one. if rin grows out of a jersey, you bet that said jersey will end up in your hands
so just imagine the look on their faces when you’re lounging at the couch, wearing a jersey from a team they’re not even in on.
sae is visibly pissed. you can tell by the way his eyes are more narrowed than usual and has his infamous bitch face on that he only makes when there were press around him.
rin is not as pissed like sae but he’s just wondering who owns that jersey. he only gets mad when he tries to connect the dots or something and ended up assuming isagi or someone from blue lock gave it to you behind his back (he already had a talk with his blue lock mates that they should not breathe, touch, or be even in the vicinity as you when you’re around or they’re gonna get “it” from him)
both brothers sit at each side of you and you can tell the atmosphere in the living room has shifted. i mean, it’s not like you’re used to it at this point but, what gives bros?
sae scans you from the bottom to the top with a face you can’t quite pinpoint. was he mad? was he disgusted? what’s he thinking? you can’t tell. you turn your head to rin for some help but he had the same face on.
was there something on your face?
“if you guys are just gonna be breathing heavily next to me and not say a word then i’m just gonna leave” you raise a brow at your two (idiotic) brothers. to which they only reply with them clicking their tongues and some grumbles under their breaths.
sae was the first one to break the ice
“who’s jersey is that?” sae frowns. like a deep frown. was this mf really THAT petty over a jersey?
you looked down at the shirt you were wearing and it was from bastard münchen.
“oh, it’s bastard münchen merch. this is kaiser’s jersey if i’m not mistaken” you explain, even turning around to show sae the number on your back. when you return back to your original position, sae looked like you just dropped the biggest bomb on him and he didn’t like it one bit. he instantly gets all over your face, basically interrogating you on why you would waste the hard earned money he gave you to buy another jersey that isn’t from real madrid (hc that he gives you allowance 😋)
“why the fuck would you even buy from bastard münchen? is real madrid’s merchandise not enough? is the quality shit? hold on, i’m gonna have to tell the managers about this. just why y/n. WHY”
sae almost goes into a complete mental breakdown. over you wearing some team’s merch instead of his own team, real madrid
“and it had to be kaiser’s number too”
“what’s so bad with kaiser?”
sae doesn’t answer directly but continues to bitch about kaiser and bastard münchen specifically. mumbling about something you can’t quite understand
you look at your other brother, rin. just to like check if you two were looking at the same thing, sae literally pacing around the living room with his arms crossed and his hands rolled up into a fists but all you see is rin concentrating really hard that was outright sweating and you can see prominent veins on the sides of his head
“that damn isagi…” you hear rin murmur beside you. oh hell nah, not rin too.
“rin-nii..?”
“have you been talking to isagi? how do you even know about bastard münchen? does this mean you’ve been talking to isagi behind my back? why didn’t you buy pxg’s instead?”
another set of questions (more like interrogation) comes rolling in.
at this point you are already feeling like you’re going insane with your brothers acting like it was the end of the world.
“guys.. i literally watch blue lock tv. of course i fucking know about bastard münchen!” you curse
both brothers stop their idiocy and both turn to you with stern faces, together they go,
“NO FUCKING CURSING”
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yandere-aventurine · 9 days
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HAI I RECENTLY FOUND YOUR BLOG AND FELL IN LOVE!!(its also my first time requesting so uh sorry if theres anything i missed or smth-)
could i ask for a aventurine scenario where he tried his luck with the dreampeek telephones everyday in hopes of getting a glimpse of one of readers dreams? With his luck, he regularly got to watch your dreams too... but one day the dream was about him. And It wasn't just any dream (ifykwim)
maybe you could add something like him coming to readers room at night while theyre asleep to make the dream a little more real👉👈 but if youre not comfortable with that its also fine!
(Oh my that’s quite the compliment 😳 Thank you so much anon, I’m so glad you like my blog and I’m honored to be the first person you requested something from!
I hope you like this one too, I really tried ;; Thank you so much for requesting and hope you have a wonderful day!) Warnings: 18+ only, afab reader, dubcon that turns into noncon, the majority of this is somnophilia so if that’s not your thing probably don’t read this ahaha, Aventurine going off the rails again, this man is a sickness and I mean that affectionately)
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It was far from the first time Aventurine had peeked into your dreams. You often had the sweetest dreams, of happy moments in your life, or even strange scenarios that your head made up. But there was one thing that they always had in common:
They were happy. He was quite ashamed to admit it, but Aventurine found refuge in your dreams. His dreams were always actually nightmares. Horrific sights, horrific sounds, horrific places. He often hated falling asleep and after a particularly bad nightmare, he would stay up as long as he could until he collapsed. But your dreams were nothing like that. Your dreams were like little pieces of paradise. He loved seeing how happy and carefree you were in them. Sometimes your dreams were even silly, things like castles made out of candy or saving the world. It was truly adorable.
The Dreampeek Call connected. You are about to hear [Name’s] dream.
The first thing Aventurine hears upon being connected is the sound of you whimpering and whining. At first he thinks that you’re crying, and he’s surprised because your dreams are usually positive. Then the longer he listens, he slowly comes to the realization that those are actually noises of pleasure that you’re making.
He feels his heart pang with extreme jealousy as he realizes you’re having that type of dream.
He’s such an idiot, he should have told you how he feels about you sooner, before you had a lewd dream about some other-
“Aventurine,’ You moan out his name, voice full of pure ecstasy, it sounded like you were on cloud nine with the way you said it. You sounded extremely satisfied and happy. 
He must be mistaken, surely you weren’t…
“Aventurine! Ah, hah… hah, I love you so much,” You confess, and your voice sounds full of love and adoration for him. You sounded so sincere, so full of happiness as you spoke to him.
No one had ever told him that they loved him, especially so sweetly and sincerely. He felt butterflies swarming around in his stomach, and also a strange warmth taking over him. He recognized it as arousal, and his pants suddenly felt extremely tight.
He needed to see you. If he was fast enough, and careful enough… Perhaps he could visit you without accidentally waking you up?
When he arrives in your room, he’s relieved to see you’re still sound asleep. He carefully enters your room without a word, slowly shutting the door behind him so it didn’t make a loud noise and wake you up.
It isn’t long before he’s standing over you, gently caressing your cheek, thumbing at your lower lip with his gloved fingers. He can tell that you seem a little bit sweaty and out of breath, as if you’re having an extremely vivid dream of that variety.
He’s so flattered that it’s about him. 
He tests the waters a bit more, and his hands delve into your shirt, giving your breast a light squeeze, trying to see if you’ll wake up from the contact. 
Good. It seems you’re quite the heavy sleeper. He doesn’t have to worry much at all.
He can’t resist his urges, and before he knows it or can question the moral implications of it, he has your panties down around your ankles and is plunging his fingers deep inside of you. 
You shift around, but he can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or discomfort.
So he continues, he slowly draws his fingers in and out of you. You were already extremely wet so it isn’t difficult at all. He pulls you over and settles you on his lap, so you’re partially laying on top of him, in his arms. 
He picks up the pace of his fingers, and you begin to pant in your sleep. He’s getting so turned on that he’s starting to pant along with you, his breaths coming out in short intervals as he’s so aroused he feels he’s going to burst. You shift around on his lap, rub against him in just the right spot, and he groans so loudly he’s sure you’re going to wake up.
But you stay asleep.
So he grows bolder. He leans in and passionately kisses you, continuing to move his fingers until a wetness squirts out of you, dribbling out of you and onto his lap. He feels your body spasm on his fingers, your inner walls pulsing as if they were wishing for something else and not his fingers. 
“Aventurine~” You cry out his name once again, and this time he gets to hear it in person, he gets to hear it directly from your lips. He can’t resist it any longer, he’s crashing his lips against yours again. Aventurine is kissing you so passionately that his tongue is tangling with yours, he’s exploring every inch of your mouth and your body feels so hot against him, he’s moaning into the kiss and squeezing at your chest again. You moan along with him in your sleep and let out another soft whine. 
If you keep shifting around on his lap like that, he’s sure he’s going to cum. He bites his lip and tries to hold it in. No, he needs to spill it inside of you.
He’s freeing himself from his pants and aligning himself to your hole, your body hovering right above his erection. He’s so sure you’re going to wake up and see him violating you like this, so he grips you tighter.
But it seems luck is on his side, because you stay completely asleep.
You don’t wake up when he slides himself into you.
You don’t wake up as he repeatedly rocks his body into your own, thrusting as deep and fast as he can possibly go, losing himself to the pleasure.
You don’t wake up even when he’s practically bouncing you on his dick faster than you’ve ever moved in your life, and pounding into you with reckless abandon, completely losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him.
And you certainly don’t wake up when he’s spilling his load so deep inside of you, gripping your hips so tightly he’s practically sinking his nails into you and groaning out your name like a mantra as he shoves himself as deep as he can possibly go. He stays like that until he’s sure that every single drop is inside of you.
You don’t wake up until the next morning, with Aventurine’s arms wrapped around you and both of you naked. You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you remember your dream, and in your confusion you mistakenly believe it was real, because Aventurine is actually here. He’s next to you and he’s naked.
You’re naked as well, and you can’t remember when you fell asleep last night, and you’re so embarrassed because you must have fallen asleep in the middle of ‘activities’ as he’s still sheathed inside of you.
But one thing you do know is that things will never be the same between you and him.
You reach out and softly pet his hair, and he wakes up and looks at you.
He sees you gazing down at him so lovingly, and he grins back at you, flashing you a flirtatious smirk. He pulls you down and holds you so close you can’t pull yourself away.
“I love you too,” He whispers the words in your ear, and you feel warm all over at his words.
You’re smiling back at him, about to reply when it suddenly hits you.
When did I tell Aventurine I love him…? Wasn’t that a dream…? My actual relationship with Aventurine is that he’s just a friend to me. People will sometimes have lewd dreams about their friends, right? But that doesn’t mean that we’re actually together…
You try to tug yourself out of his hold, beginning to panic a little. He notices your panic and his smile twists as it seems to be becoming more of a strain to maintain his friendly aura.
“Ah, you’re more observant than I thought.” He sighs, sounding disappointed. “And your memory is pretty good too.” He yanks you into his chest hard, and your hands make contact with his bare chest, trying to push him as far away from you as possible. You’re squirming around in his hold, and he’s just getting excited and turned on again at your resistance.
“Yes, it was a dream,” He confirms for you, “I couldn’t resist claiming you for myself when I heard that you were dreaming about me, and you told me you loved me so sweetly in it, I just couldn’t help myself.” He confesses, but he doesn’t look ashamed of what he did at all.
“Stop thrashing,” He growls the words into your ear, his tone turning dangerous. You’re scared of the silent threat, so you go still, just like he asks you to. “Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
You feel him get hard again inside of you, and he starts to slowly move himself in and out of you again, quickly picking up a rhythm.
You gasp in surprise, trying to find a grounding for yourself. The only thing you have to grab onto is him. You try not to think much of it and wrap your arms around him in order to steady yourself, and it isn’t long before both of you are losing yourselves in the ecstasy.
“Tell me you love me.” He insists, and you cry out at a particularly sharp thrust, “I need to hear it.” “No,” You bite your lip, trying to hold back both your tears and noises, and you go cold once you feel him bite your shoulder extremely hard. You feel a little bit of blood trickling down.
“Okay, okay!” You relent. “I… I love you.” “Aww, you do~?” He teases you, like he didn’t just force you to say it for him, “I love you, too~”
He kisses you so deeply and passionately, continuing to make love with you, thrusting his hips into yours. Your back arches and you’re squealing, his pace picking up even more and coaxing you through your orgasm, him uttering praises into your ear as you cum all over him again and again.
This was sweeter than any dream could ever be, but he knew he definitely wasn’t going to stop peeking into your dreams any time soon, either.
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maddddstuff · 1 month
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Literally begging you to write Ace easing you through 💚 for the first time in your relationship.
Ready?
anon its like you pulled this thought right out of my head. I'm so glad you requested this ive been wanting to write something like this for Ace forever. Also I THINK this is gn reader but if im mistaken pls let me know <3
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x gn!reader
WC: 1.2k
CW: established relationship, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected, praise, implied aftercare.
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You’re on all fours, body still trembling with the aftershocks of your first orgasm. Ace is kneeling behind you, kissing down your spine.
He traces a path down your back to your ass, biting the flesh there hard enough to leave a mark. You moan softly, fisting your hands in the sheets and burying your face in the pillows.
“Ready?” His voice is soft as he pulls his face away from your skin.
You turn your head enough to make eye contact and nod. “I’m ready.”
He smiles and leans forward to kiss you messily as he reaches blindly for the lube on the bedside table. He pulls away from you reluctantly, grabbing your ass with a pleased hum.
He lathers a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and circles your puckered hole. You shiver at the unfamiliar feeling. Ace glances back down at you, winking playfully. You smile back at him.
He pushes one finger into the first knuckle, slowly and smoothly. You gasp softly, eyes squeezing shut. It’s strange, but not unwelcome. Ace waits for you to adjust to the sensation, leaning down to press kisses and soft nips over the flesh of your shoulders.
When he feels you relax enough, he slowly pushes his finger the rest of the way in.
“Doing so good f’me doll,” He murmurs, brushing your hair away from your neck to kiss it. “How do you feel right now?”
“Um,” You take a shaky breath, shifting a bit as you get a feel for it. “Good, I think. Weird, but not in a bad way.” You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. He moves his finger, slowly dragging it out and then pushing it back in. You groan softly, eyes squeezing shut. It feels strange, but not in a bad way.
As your muscles further relax, he starts to move faster. The lube makes his finger slide easily. As you get used to the sensation, it gets more pleasurable.
“You ready for another one?” He murmurs, pulling his chest from your back to watch his finger slide in and out of your ass.
You nod, moaning softly. He grins and slowly slips another finger into your hole. You gasp, fingers tightening in their hold on the sheets. Ace keeps his hand still, bringing his other hand up to massage the globe of your ass.
As you further relax, you wiggle your hips, encouraging Ace to move. He grins and pumps his two fingers in and out of your ass. He scissors his fingers gently, stretching you out to prepare you for his cock.
You moan softly, rocking your hips back to meet his strokes. He curls his fingers inside of you in a way that heightens your pleasure.
“Need more, please,” You beg, peeling your eyes open to look at him. Your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are parted as you moan again.
He grins and leans down to kiss you again as he pulls his fingers out of you. His tongue meets yours as you moan from the loss. He slowly pulls away.
“Does it feel good, love?” He asks softly.
“Mhm,” You nod, wiggling your hips in anticipation.
He laughs softly and sits up. “We’re moving around a bit, okay?”
You nod, forcing yourself onto your hands shakily. Ace wraps an arm under your waist and flips you over. You gasp in surprise as he moves you around, positioning you easily in the way he wants you.
Ace stands next to the bed. You lay on your back with your hips resting on the edge. Ace has your legs pulled up, resting on his shoulder. He grabs the bottle of lube again and spreads a generous amount over his cock and your tight little hole.
He grabs his cock and positions it at your hole. He leans down to kiss you as he starts to push himself into your puckered hole.
You moan at the stretch. He’s so much bigger than his fingers. He’d done a good job prepping you, but it was still a stretch.
Ace drops his face into the crook of your neck, choking back a groan. You wrap your arms around him, one tangling in his hair to ground yourself as he keeps pushing in.
“Fuck, doll,” He groans, “So fucking tight.”
You laugh breathlessly, though it’s cut off with a moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Ace pulls his head back and rests his forehead against yours. He keeps his hips still, but you can feel him twitching inside of you.
“You’re doing so good. Fuck baby, you take me so fucking well. I knew you could do it.” He groans as he rocks his hips ever so slightly.
“F-feels good, Ace,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut. He kisses you hard in response, tongue tangling with yours as he rocks his hips again, thrusting shallowly.
As you adjust and relax around him, he thrusts deeper, pulling his cock almost all the way out before pushing it back in.
He’s a moaning mess over you as his thrusts pick up speed. He tugs his lips away from yours, mouthing his way down your neck. He continues his path down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
Your back arches, pushing your chest further into his face as he rolls your nipple between his teeth.
“Ace,” You moan as you feel another orgasm building.
Your grip on his hair tightens, pulling it in the way he likes. You’re rewarded by the feel of him moaning around your nipple. He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes as he pinches your other nipple between his fingers. You pant softly as the pleasure builds.
“I- I’m close,” You moan.
He pulls off of your nipple and reconnects his lips to your own.
“Me too,” He mumbles against your lips. His hips move faster as he pushes you both closer to your release.
You cum with a moan of his name, hands gripping him tighter as your release courses through you. Your pleasure crashes over you in waves, body twitching underneath Ace.
With a whiny moan, Ace’s release follows right after yours. His eyes roll back in his head as he spills his hot sticky seed into your ass.
He pumps shallowly into you as he works you both through your orgasms, before slowly pulling his cock out of you.
He moves his hands down to grab your thighs, holding them up so he has an unobstructed view of his cum spilling out of your stretched-out hole.
He drags his gaze back up to meet yours, a tired grin gracing his face. You reach for him, dragging him down for a kiss.
“How was it?” He murmurs against your lips.
“Good,” You breathe. “Better than I thought it would be, actually.” “Yeah? You’ll wanna do it again, then?” His grin widens hopefully.
You laugh and nod. “Yeah. I will.”
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cheesus-doodles · 3 months
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Hi hi I wanted to request some kakucho. Poor kaku he’s so sweet but also secretly deranged. Imagine like petting his hair and then turning around and suddenly this man is dagger glaring at everyone like mine! People telling you he’s scary and you’re like kaku? No I think you’re mistaken..like you could do anything to him like put bows in his hair and he’s like :D but the moment you leave he’s like :l
awww yes I support this! Kaku needs love on this blog as well imo, hashed out an entire BFF Kakucho here by accident so hope you enjoy anon!
also mini update, going home will be out next week! cross my heart
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I would say to me Kakucho comes off as someone who needs to be given a reason in order to function in life. In canon, this purpose would be given to him by Izana, which would be to serve him as a king, but when Izana leaves the orphanage to go with Shinichiro and then to run the Black Dragons, Kakucho is once more left without a purpose.
It wouldn't seem like a big deal at first, but slowly as the months drag on, this boy would find himself simply drifting through life, pretty much detached from the ongoings around him - there's nothing for him to really focus on besides physical training now that Izana was busy without him, and Kakucho himself doesn't have any particular goals that he is chasing except to server Izana. Of course, this all changes when he meets you.
You are no doubt a very headstrong person, someone who has no qualms doing whatever you like whenever you like, and would not back down on things that you believe in. And you also treated this boy to a lunch after he helped you beat up a bunch of bullies even though you didn't need the help, because you appreciated it anyway. Kakucho isn't a very trusting person to begin with because of his difficult childhood, but you definitely managed to sway his first opinion of you with that simple act of nothing asking for more.
Very selective with how much information he shares about himself, and you were the same, though you did manage to dig out that Kakucho didn't really have anyone else to spend time with, and so you invited him to hang out with you if he was up for it, saying that he was welcome to join your friend group for study sessions. On the other side of being so stubborn, what Kakucho saw was that you were also just an average student with an average number of friends, and leading a very normal life. You were kind yet stubborn, loved your friends and loved hanging out, and when Kakucho did hesitantly take up your offer for the first time, he fell head over heel for the chance at leading a very normal life, a chance to forget the harsh past he came from.
It helps that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt that he had a new purpose, a new person to serve, especially given how stubborn you were, and there he started his slip into yandere tendencies - you were, after all, the one that gave him another chance at life, a chance to be normal. And Kakucho would cling to that with the same vigour with which he would later cling to Izana. Extremely, extremely loyal, you can always count on this boy being there for whatever you need no matter the time of day. Starts slowly with offering to run and grab coffee for you "on his way" to a study session, and then would turn up outside your house to walk you to school, which would quickly turn into Kakucho offering to do any of your house chores.
All the while he slowly increases the pressure on your friend group to leave you alone, increasingly isolating you from everyone else so that he could keep you to himself. You only needed him after all, you didn't need anyone else - and you needed to focus on him so that he could serve you wholeheartedly. Would absolutely allow you to do anything to him without complaint, and yes, that includes putting bows even though he barely keeps any hair. You wanna hold his hand, sure! You want to dance with him in public, say no more. Want him to run to the other side of town to buy you a slice of cake at the break of dawn because it always runs out? Do you even need to ask?
Once he starts actively trying to keep you and your friends apart is when he starts to dagger glare everyone else around you, but that is as much as he would do when you are present. Because a servant deals with his royalty's issues silently and out of sight. Still a sweet boy at heart, he wouldn't throw hands except when he deems it absolutely necessary - in his mind, he doesn't want to keep you from your friends, no way. He craves the normality that you lent him with your presence and your way of life, but these people aren't your friends. All they do is sabotage you, drag you down, keep you from shining.
He would find you better friends.
Pleases Kakucho greatly that when Izana finally returned to him, and he found that you were indeed compatible and could exist side by side with his king with little conflict. He could serve two royals at the same time of course, but it would be so much easier if the two of you didn't overlap and cross each other - he didn't want to have to pick sides. Would introduce you to the rest of Tenjiku the moment he thinks its safe enough because these people are much better friends than those so-called scum from your school.
No lie, the day you first introduce him as your BFF, I think Kakucho would just melt away from happiness. Izana would be extremely amused.
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Good Cop, Bad Cop: Mikey x Sensitive!Reader x Takemichi (NSFW, fem reader, false accusations and mentions of murder, reader is referred to as broad, doll, and angel, Mikey is a crooked cop, Takemichi enables Mikey's behavior, reader is intimidated by Mikey but nothing happens without her consent, reader is willing to fuck for freedom, camera-free interrogation room, groping, slight choking, tongue kissing, nipple play, fingering + oral->fem receiving, written with Bonten!Mikey and Timeskip!Michi in mind)
note: This was an anon request I got (and lost oops-) and took me a million years to finish, my writer’s block was fucking me over also it's kinda long lol, anyways I hope y’all enjoy this and I really hope this reaches the anon who requested it 🩷
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You were always a good person, well maybe not good, but you were a law-abiding individual. You never thought you would be arrested a day in your life, but now you were seated at a table in an interrogation room. Sat across from you were two cops, a white-haired cop and a dark-haired cop. The white-haired cop seemed colder, more irritated and restless. While the dark-haired cop seemed kinder and slightly softer. Tears spilled from your eyes as your mind raced, mostly from confusion. The dark-haired cop spoke up. “Hi y/n, I’m Detective Hanagaki. This is my partner,” He motions to the white-haired cop. “Detective Sano. Do you know why you’re-” “Oh please, cut the sugar coating bullshit Takemichi!” Detective Sano interrupted. “Listen broad, we got word from some…informants, that you were seen in the vicinity of this man right before he was killed.”
He nonchalantly tosses a picture of a dead man on the table, he looked well put together, aside from the obvious bullet wound in his head. “So…why’d you do it? Is he an ex-boyfriend? Ex-employer? Were you trying to rob him?” You tremble slightly as he raises his voice, throwing questions and accusations at you. “I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know that man!” Detective Sano stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “Stop fucking lying!” “Mikey calm down!” Takemichi interjected. “Y/n, just tell us the truth..if it was self-defense-” “I didn’t do anything! I don’t understand why you’re not comprehending and why the hell your partner is trying to pin this on me!” “Because you did it, just admit it already!” “I didn’t do shit!” He leans in close, his dark eyes staring you down as tears stream down your face. He lets out a frustrated sigh and walks over to your side of the table. He stands behind your chair, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“We could easily put you away if we add a little evidence. Or we could just let you go and admit that we were mistaken...but you’ll have to work for it~” A shiver shoots down your spine as you realize what he’s implying and you look over at Takemichi for some type of assistance. He looks back at you with guilt ridden eyes, then proceeds to get up and pull your chair out so you’re facing him. Mikey is still standing behind you, his rough hands on your shoulders, holding you firmly in place. Takemichi places his hands on your thighs and gets on his knees, his blue eyes dhining brightly as he looks up at you. “May I?” He questions, his hands gliding from your thighs to the button of your pants, awaiting your consent. “I suggest you think quickly before we change our minds.” Mikey’s voice echoed behind you. You hesitated, before quickly nodding your head and giving him the go ahead. He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them off of you. His breath hitched slightly as he stared at your panties, just a singular piece of fabric between his fingers and your cunt. He gently slid his finger over your clothed clit, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch.
Mikey moves his hands from your shoulders to your chest, lightly groping you before he leaned down and started planting harsh kisses on your neck. Once he considered you to be ready, Takemichi gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to him, hurriedly pulling your panties down. When he lays eyes on you he swears to himself that your pussy was the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. The way your juices started to drip down your thighs had him throbbing in his pants, but he was more focused on your pleasure first. He slowly spreads your legs, getting closer until his tongue is pressed against your clit. At the same time, Mikey’s groping becomes more desperate, his hands move to your waist to pull your shirt up. He rips your bra off, giving your breasts a rough squeeze before pulling your face towards his and kissing you. His tongue glides over your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. You part your lips and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. Takemichi works your clit with his tongue while his middle finger slides back and forth over your entrance. After slipping his finger inside, he momentarily came to his senses. He knows this is wrong, but he’s not gonna stop because the way you’re gripping him feels so fucking right.
Seems like you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
After a while he slips another finger in, whimpering at how tight you feel. His tongue still hungrily lapped at your clit, slurping up your sweet juices. Mikey’s hands roamed your body, always returning to your chest. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples and he enjoyed every little noise you made for him. He looked down at Takemichi, who was practically drowning in your pussy, and spoke loud enough for him to hear. “I think it’s ‘bout time for this broad to cum for us, right Michi?” Takemichi looked up at Mikey, then turned his attention to you. Tear stains soaked your flushed face, but he could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted this. He nodded in agreement and picked up the pace of his fingers, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were slightly muffled by Mikey’s mouth and the grip he had on your throat was almost suffocating. He pulled away and spat words of encouragement at you. “You’re doing so good doll, now why don’t you go ‘head and gush on Michi’s tongue~” He covered your mouth as you moaned and bit down on your neck as you came, leaving kisses on the bite mark after.
Takemichi pulled away from your pussy, softly smiling up at you and wiping your juices off his face with his shirt sleeve. Before any of you could break the silence, Mikey’s phone went off. He picked it up, answering the person on the other end with annoyance in his voice. He stayed silent the rest of the call, nodding occasionally, and then hung up. “Good news broad, they caught the son of a bitch who killed that guy. I guess you’re good to go...unless Michi has any objections?” You both looked down at Takemichi, waiting for his response. He smirked at you and prepared to sheepishly ask you to stay. “Could you...give me one more angel?” Mikey chuckled at Takemichi’s shyness, before reaching down and holding your legs open.
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muneca-lemon-steppa · 5 months
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ANGELLL!!! I AM OBSESSED W YOUR ALFIE FICS. I loved your 'A brother for Cyril' fic and I wanted to ask if you'd consider a kinda 'sequel' of Alfie and his wife introducing the two dogs and Alfie thinking they'll hate each other only for them to actually become the perfect dog siblings?! Please don't feel bad if you need to decline, I'm just throwing random ideas at the wall as I saw you were seeking some. sending you lots of love always and thank you for the work you do ❤️
Anon!!! Hi friend ah this was so so sweet!!!! Thank you for sending this in this was literally such a kind message I feel so blessed!!! I hope you enjoy this story, I took it a little further than I anticipated, but I hope it satisfies 💕💕💕 sending my love! - Mo
A Brother for Cyril: Part 2
Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader
Warnings: language, mentioning pregnancy
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One thing is for certain... Alfie could never deny you anything.
To someone on the outside of your relationship, it would looked as though you were irreperably spoiled. Alfie absolutely doted on you... in his own way. It didn't make sense to those on the outside. One moment you two were fighting as if your lives depended on it, hollering and shouting obscenities, arguing about the best way to handle something. The next moment he had you in his lap, chuckling into your neck, 'begging' for forgiveness with kisses and whispered promises, "Oh treacle don't be cross with me now! Give a kiss yeah? You can't be mad at your husband forever!"
And you couldn't. You could never be truly cross with Alfie. Even when you were fighting, it wasn't truly directed at him. It was just your passions overflowing and exploding, ignited by his own stubborness. And God did you love setting each other off. For the making up was so sweet.
Alfie loved spoiling you. He loved giving you things. A sweet treat from the bakery. Delicate earrings and necklaces from his jewelry shop, engraved with his initials. A bouquet accompanied with a sonnet of his own composition. Alfie loved to dote on you endlessly, and loved to give you any type of happiness.
But this was a rat dog.
Alfie could not believe that he was actually stuck with this piece of lint. And was even more in shock that not only was he stuck with it, but you loved the piece of fur. Alfie was struggling to keep the scoffs at bay, as he watched you coo and caress the puppy, as it gave small kisses to your fingers. “Oh Alfie I’m so happy we’re going to have another dog. We really did need another puppy.”
He prayed you didn’t see the rolling of his eyes. This wasn’t a dog. Cyril, now that was a dog!! This ball of fur was pathetic! Cyril was big and strong, and was good at things! Like guarding the house and playing fetch and roughhousing on the floor. And Cyril just looked impressive! What would people think if they saw this piece of dust walking on the end of a lead held by him? Could it even walk? It was being cradled like a human baby the entire time. It was tiny… what if Cyril ate it? Alfie placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, “Now darling, don’t be shocked if Cyril and…”
“Barty.”, you reminded him.
“Yes right Barty, if they don’t get along. Cyril is a man’s dog. He probably won’t want to fraternize with the likes of Barty.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at your husband, “Fraternize? Alfie, Cyril is a dog. I don’t think he’s overly concerned with social standings in the dog park.”
“Well dear see that’s where you’re mistaken. Me and Cyril yeah we talk. Man to man. And I’m not sure little Barty here will be able to keep up. He seems a little delicate.”
“Alfie you’re not even giving him a chance!! He is just a baby!”
You held up Barty to look into Alfie’s eyes, “Look at his face darling!! He can fit in! Cyril and him are going to get along perfectly!! He just needs your love and acceptance!”
Alfie stared into the barely open eyes of the puppy, and just squinted, as if trying to measure the baby’s spirit. You moved Barty closer to Alfie, being nearly nose to nose, neither Alfie nor Barty blinking. And then Barty licked Alfie’s nose with a yip.
“OH LORD! BARTY!” Alfie lurched back, spluttering and rubbing the minimum slobber off his nose. You just cackled in your seat at your ridiculous husband. The mad baker of Camden upset by some dog slobber! “Alfie! It’s just a kiss! And Cyril’s slobber is much worse!!! You don’t care when it gets on you! You don’t mind his kisses!”
“Well first off Cyril does not kiss! Cyril snarls! And Barty and I just met! Where does he get off kissing already!”
You couldn’t stop laughing and teasing your dear husband. He was such a secret to the outside. To everyone else, he is ferocious and unfeeling. Absolutely mad and vicious. But your Alfie… your Alfie had such a different side to him. You weren’t naive. You knew what this life entailed. Hell, you were his secretary before you were his wife. You knew what Alfie was, and knew what it took. But you weren’t afraid of him. Alfie wasn’t just the King of Camden. He was an animal. But he was also tender and artistic. He bellowed and roared and tore through men like nothing. But he also whispered his undying love for you every night, and pressed hot kisses to each of your fingers every morning. Alfie was everything. And that’s what people missed. And it’s what you cherished. That you got to hold the Mad Baker and Alfie Solomons in one.
When you got to the house, Alfie waved to Ollie goodbye, and guided you through the door, hand firmly on your waist. As soon as he opened the door to your home, the pounding sounds of massive paws fill your ears. Cyril makes a bee line to his father, and immediately starts pushing his head against Alfie’s stomach, “Hello my boy! My Cyril!! You miss your papa and mum yeah? You’re so good, you watched the house for me yeah?”
Cyril’s sweet face broke out in a large smile, panting and leaning in to Alfie’s touch. After giving all the love his boy needed, Alfie finally straightened, preparing to witness what may be a bloodbath. “Alright Cyril sit my boy sit. We have brought you something.”
Alfie motioned for you to hold out Barty, “Cyril my boy, mummy and papa have decided that you need a brother. This here is Barty, and you’re going to teach him how to be a real dog.”
“Alfie!”
“Well he’s not a dog darling! Go on put the little runt on the ground, let Cyril sniff him out.”
You gently put Barty on the ground near Cyril’s front paws. You stand back up, shifting closer to Alfie, waiting for what was to come.
Barty managed to pull himself onto his tiny paws, sniffing the air around Cyril. Cyril’s head went to the side, as if trying to understand what was just put in front of him. He leaned all the way down sniffing Barty for a long time and then… gave him the biggest kiss Alfie had ever seen.
Cyril began to bark, and bounce around with all his young dog energy. Barty began yipping excitedly hopping around Cyril’s feet. “Barty! Are you so excited to meet your big brother?” You we’re so excited, so happy that the dogs were getting along, and Barty had been accepted into the Solomons pack.
After dinner, you and Alfie took your tea in the parlor, nestled together, enjoying each others presence and the radio playing softly. Cyril and Barty were snoring together close to the fireplace. Barty was snuggled right against Cyril’s stomach, legs kicking ever so often, lost in a dream.
“I cannot believe this… Cyril has gone soft.”
From your place on Alfie’s chest you swat him, “Leave them alone. It’s sweet.”
“He romped. He’s never romped before.”
“Well you did tell him to teach Barty how to be a dog. He’s just being a good big brother. I saw him trying to play tug of war with him. It was very sweet.”
Alfie just grunted, staring off into space. Until he hummed out, “Sweet heart?”
“Yes darling?”
“Would you ever want… human puppies?”
You sat up straight, “… do you mean babies?”
“Nevermind it was stupid.”
You laughed loudly, grabbing his shoulders for him to face you, “No you stubborn man! It’s not stupid, I just have never heard someone say 'human puppies'."
He just mumbled to himself, as he typically does, but still grabbed your wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm. Meeting your eyes you feel those butterflies in your stomach that still haven’t left after all of these years, he presses you “Well?”
You sigh, smiling softly, thinking and considering as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hmmmm I’ve thought about it. Had dreams about it. I’ve always wanted a big family, just like how I grew up. I’ve thought about you holding and playing with the children. Absolutely spoiling them with your affection. Teaching them. Being the man that I know you are. I just didn’t think you wanted kids.”
Alfie leaned into your touch, still holding your hand, “I just didn’t think I’d have the chance. You know… to have a family. Thought I was getting too old. Then here you come… crashing in my bachelor life. And now… I just keep thinking about it.”
You leaned in, heart glowing at his vulnerability. You knew it was sometimes hard for him to discuss those deep feelings, it made him feel exposed. But the fact that he still opened up like that to you, it spoke to the volumes of trust between the two of you. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you whisper, “If you want children Mr. Solomons, let’s have them.”
You think you see a small glitter of a tear threaten to show itself in his eyes, before he says, “Cyril could teach them how to be dogs too.”
The rest of the evening flows in laughter and kisses. As you dream with him about what the future holds, Cyril admires from his place on the floor, keeping his new little brother safe, and thinking about the new siblings sure to come.
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mariondeux · 1 year
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Hey hey im glad you're back!! Really i missed you so much, also pretty nazu theme! Can i request mReader with rinne where the reader is actually a spirit to pleasure someone, usually they pleasure a woman but when Rinne summoned him, he's confused what to do since he never do it with a man, so he gets a litte aggressive to Rinne and try to ran away
But eventually Rinne wrecked the Reader ass into oblivion that reader become cockdrunk and Rinne obviously made Reader into personal cock sleeve spirit for himself www
Ignore this request if it's against the rules or makes you uncomfortable! Thank you have a nice day!
- く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡
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— SYNOPSIS ; When you were summoned you were expecting the summoner to be a woman, but instead, you’re met with a man. Rinne is persistent, and when you try to run away he pins you down and shows you another side of pleasure.
CW ; NSFW, Non-con(???), mindbreak, cockdrunk, reader is bisexual?? Manhandling, no foreplay, rough sex, assault
WORD COUNT ; 1166
PAIRING ; Rinne Amagi x Male!Pleasure Spirit!Reader
A/N ; I think I might’ve left things out for the CW’s?? I wasn’t sure how to tag this. But, thank you, squid anon!! I’m happy you like the new Nazu theme :D
FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.
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“You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”
There you stood, wearing a primarily black latex outfit that hardly covered your body. If anything, you could’ve been mistaken for an incubus. However, you weren’t. You were a spirit whose purpose served to pleasure people. Your jaw went slack at the sight of a man in front of you. You were expecting a lady to be summoning you, not a man.
“Um, are you the one that summoned me? Or is the lady that summoned me in another room?” You placed both hands on your hips, walking around the room to hopefully look for said woman.
You let out a yelp as Rinne suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his head on top of your shoulder. “Nah, it was me that summoned ya… Now, why don’t ya do your job and show me a good time, yeah?”
You froze in your spot, nerves crawling up your body as Rinne’s calloused hands trailed across your exposed skin. You’ve never done this with a man before. You were so much more experienced with knowing how to please a woman. You’d never thought that a man would summon you. What do you do? How are you supposed to go about pleasing another man? 
“Hey, look man, I’m only good with women.” You pried his hands off of your body, backing away from him cautiously. “I don't think you’d want me to be the one to relieve you. Just summon another spirit and-“
“Why would I bother summoning another spirit when you’re right here?” Rinne persisted as he moved back towards you, pushing his fingers underneath the hem of your latex shorts.
Alarms blared in your ears as panic ran through you, pulling Rinne’s wrists away with a sudden aggressiveness as you shoved him back. “Look, I don’t wanna do this!” You yelled out, trying to pull out a device to help you back to your original world. 
Rinne stopped you before you could, grabbing your arms and placing them behind your back with more strength than you could ever muster. You let out a groan of pain, hardly having the time to register Rinne pushing your body down onto the bed. Your face was smashed into the sheets, struggling to move your head to the side to breathe in.
“Just shut up and be a good boy, yeah? I’ll fuck ya so good ya won’t ever wanna go back.” His voice lowered to a greedy, husky tone, keeping your wrists in his left hand as he tried to pry your clothes off of you. Latex wasn’t an easy material to slide off of skin. You cried out as Rinne roughly pulled your latex shorts down to your calves, leaving a red mark behind as a sign of how much he struggled to get it off of you in one swipe.
His hand engulfed one of your ass cheeks in his hand, squeezing it. He let out a low, satisfied groan as he continued squeezing your rear. His hand moved closer to your hole, his thumb circling around the rim of your asshole. “Ya sure ya never did it with a man before? Your body is so fuckin’ hot… I’m surprised another guy hasn’t jumped at the opportunity to fuck your slutty ass.”
Your face quickly warmed up at his words. You weren’t sure if you should be ashamed or if you should take his words as a compliment. You struggled underneath him, trying to pull your hips away from his hands. “S-Stop…”
Rinne shoved his thumb past the rim and inside your hole. His brows rose as he slid his thumb in and out of you. “Ya been pegged before? Or maybe you’re just lying to me and ya have been fucked in the ass by another guy before.”
Either way, this worked out for him. Your struggling in the beginning made him much more impatient, wanting to fuck you as soon as possible. You shook your head from side to side violently, determined to shoot down his statement as he pulled his thumb out of your ass. Your eyes widened as you felt something stiff prod at you from behind. You moved your head, trying your best to look over your shoulder to get a good look at what he was trying to push inside of you.
“Wait! Stop- It’s not gonna fit in!” You yelled out, trying to crawl away from Rinne, but his grip on your wrists kept you in place. Your breathing sped up as you felt nothing but dread. Rinne brushed off your pleas, letting out a drawled out groan as he pushed the tip of his cock past your rim, slowly sliding inside of you. You let out a pained cry in response, your hands balling into tight fists as you tried to bear through the terrible feeling.
“Ugh, fuck… Ya feel way better than I expected, hah… That’s a pleasure spirit for ya, huh?” He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slapping his hips back against yours, tearing another cry out of you. He continued this slow rhythm, letting you slowly adjust around him so you could properly take him.
And before you knew it, he started fucking himself into you as his rocking increased with each thrust and his patience wore thin. His hips grinding against yours, body moving rhythmically against yours. The sight of your arms behind your back, face smashed into the bed as your sounds of agony slowly turned into moans of pleasure made his cock throb inside of you. He leaned back and grasped both of your wrists with both hands, using your arms to bounce your body against his.
“Ya feel so fucking good. Do ya regret getting fucked by me now, huh? Huh?”
“Fuck! Rinne!” Every time his hips struck yours, you panted and made choking noises. Rinne grunted, quickening and driving his cock more into your rear end each time. As the speed picked up, you arched your back. You've already lost all control of your body while in ecstasy. Your body felt warm all over, slick building up in your ass to help Rinne slide in and out of you easier. You never even realized your body could do that. Oh, but what the heck, you were a spirit made for pleasure, so of course you could lubricate yourself.. Your hair was messy and your body drenched in sweat. It was undoubtedly amazing to see. Your mouth was hanging open, wanton moans spilling out.
“Fuck- I should just keep ya for myself. Keep ya nice and full of my cum, keep ya real satisfied every day…” Rinne breathed, pounding his cock into you. You were panting like a dog by this point, letting out constant ‘Ah! Ah! Ah’s spurring Rinne, causing his pace to increase drastically.
“Yes! Yes! More, more!” You begged mindlessly, not in your right mind, to realize what you signed up for.
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mxdnightlvers · 2 years
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hiya there:)
i was in my filthy boy mind palace thinking about stuff and i thought about genshin men and jealousy.
i would absolutely love to see kaeya, childe and/or diluc jealous of the reader's friend getting extra touchy, (i thought it would be cool if the friend was an in game character, doesn't matter who)
specifics: nsfw, bottom!sub!male reader amab, jealous boys getting hot and steamy 😭🙏
side note: i am in love with your writing! you are probably one of my favorite writers on here lol. do whatever you want with this concept and no pressure to take it! tysm:)
➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jealous sex with the Genshin men
➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Diluc, Childe/Tartaglia, Kaeya
➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Rough sex, lots of cum, marking, semi public sex, slight slight exhibition if you squint
➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Amab + Gender neutral pronouns + one use of ‘pretty boy’ in Kaeya part (it says Amab but it’s still pretty gender neutral apart from a few parts)
➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG,, I been busy irl</3 BUT ANYWAYS TYSMMMM?? Im so glad you enjoy my writing it means sm<333 ty for waiting and I hope ur living life anon <3 Also also,, writing Amab is a tiny bit difficult for me,, so I kept it pretty gender neutral if that’s okay :>
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𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 ❦
He's just had it with Kaeya's antics. If a reaction is what he wanted from Diluc, then he got a reaction. Even if he wasn't actively intervening, it was no secret that he was eyeing you two down in the tavern. He wasn’t more excited to close for the night and happily send Kaeya away. He was even happier to bend you over the counter and shove his cock inside you. His hand is on your stomach and pulling you closer as he pounds into you and he's just a mumbling mess in your neck. He doesn't want to think about what happened but can't stop thinking about how Kaeya leaned in closer to you, his hands lightly brushing against yours, the way his voice rang so annoyingly teasingly through the chatter of the customers. Surely he knew not to mess with what's his? He's practically slamming himself into you at that point. “Mm you..you’re mine alone.” He’s grumbling needily against your neck. If you weren't going to snap him out of his thoughts, your legs would give away. With whatever stability you can find between his rough thrusts, you pushed his head off you, causing him to finally slow down and look at you with a worrying look. His cock is throbbing so much inside you, it's stretching you out so much, that you can tell that he just needs to fuck you senseless. His breathing is labored and he’s practically panting, nails lightly digging into your skin as he just waits for you to say something, anything. “Diluc,” You finally break the silence, “you need to slow down what if someone hears us?” You didn’t expect to be met with such a confused look from him. He looked at you like you were saying the most farfetched idea in existence. If someone hears? You must be mistaken for sure because that’s exactly what he wants. To fill you up with his cock and cum, to see his seed spill out your hole and smear all over your thighs and to hear you scream his name so all of Mondstadt could hear. To have you all to himself yet share how much he’s yours to others. Don’t worry though, he’ll make sure to hold you upright if your legs give out. <3
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 ❦
He couldn’t wait. He needed to bury his cock deep inside you right then and there. He simply wants to reclaim you!! Seeing the way that worker had their hands on you, surely a worker won’t need to be touching your lower back so casually? Or caressing your hand? It was so irritating, he simply needed his hands all over you now. He pulled you off to an alley where you were out of the public’s view. Legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his cock deep inside you. You’re trying your hardest to not be loud but it’s so difficult when his cock hits your sweet spot so rhythmically and his hands are running all over your chest. “Don’t you think… it’s pretty unfair how they get to touch you like that hm?” He coos at you with a grin on his face, knowing that if you answered you’d probably be unable to hold your moans back. Yet you still tried to answer, and as expected, you couldn’t help yourself from fumbling your words as he fucks you faster. “Ah-” he tuts, “Wouldn’t want anyone else hearing how much you’re a whore for me now hm? As much as I’d love for everyone to see, I don’t think you’d want them seeing you crying on my cock now?” All you could do is glare at him over the hand you were biting down on, a chuckle resonating deep within him as he pulls you closer. Pressing kisses all over your neck, going lower to leave a few hickeys on your shoulders and to look back up and your teary eyes. Your legs wrapped around his waist now hanging loosely as you feel your orgasm near. Head hanging low onto Childe’s shoulder and biting the fabric of his shirt instead. His hand suddenly grabbed and started jerking your sensitive cock off, the sensation having you bite harder down on his shoulder. Your seed spilling out and staining his clothes, but he didn’t stop. Continuing to fuck you through your orgasm before finishing inside you. Feeling his cock twitch as the warm liquid fills you up and spills out. Childe finally pulling out and putting your clothes back on. His cum would be leaking out of you for the rest of the day but you’ll have to bear with it, at least until you two got home, then he can fill you up properly again. <3
𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 ❦
If you think that you were going to be let off the hook that easily. You couldn’t be more wrong. To think a respected friend like Jean would be taking you away for an entire day and when he did get a chance to see you, she was just a little too close to you. It’s only until you meet him in his office after your duties that he finally gets to have you all to himself. Lifting you up and sitting you nicely on his desk, he’d start waste no time and dip his hands between your legs. His free hand unbuttoning your shirt before pushing you onto the desk he previously cleared. Teeth finding their way to your exposed neck and sinking into your skin. Marking you so nicely as he traces his dips his fingers inside your hole. Your lips hurting from how hard you were biting down on them just trying to hold back your whimpers. He’s probably left a hickey in every spot on your neck the way he simply won’t stop sucking and biting. Not to mention his slender fingers that were attacking your sweet spot over and over. His tongue swiping over your skin and his fingers were enough to make you cum but sadly, he pulled away. Blue eyes observing your now marked skin, tongue licking his lips as if he was savoring your taste. If only you know that those eyes carried a more sinister intention behind them. His head dipping between your thighs to suck and mark even more hickeys there, eyes occasionally flickering up towards you to see your flushed expression. He was purposely ignoring the place you wanted to be touched the most, just focusing on leaving his marks on your soft skin, and of course he wouldn’t mind making you a little bit needier for him. To crave him. Finally being satisfied with his work, he pulls away to gaze at the way your skin now had his name all over it. “You’re such a pretty boy with my marks all over you? What do you think about being marked more hm?” He keeps eye contact with you while he unbuckles his belt and finally freeing his hard cock. All red and leaking with precum and ready to fill you up. Swallowing, you nod, already eager to feel him inside you. “Mhm yeah? I’m gonna let everyone in this damn office hear how you’re mines.”
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drabblesandimagines · 6 months
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can we get something with the FF16 girls for the 400 request? I'm not sure if you write for the girls too, but I really want a Girl Talk with Jill, Tarja, Vivian and reader 😩 where, for example, they encourage Jill to confess her feelings to Clive? and maybe with Jill throwing reader under the bus in which she expose that she sees the tension between Joshua and reader just to draw the attention away from her? 👀❤️
Thank you, anon! This was a fun prompt - I hope I did it some justice and got everyone in character. Please drop me an ask and lemme know what you think xxx Lead By Example Joshua Rosfield x fem reader, fluff 1,327 words
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“I still remember that look on his face five years ago when he saw you in your new clothes, Jill,” Tarja teases, leaning across the table as she speaks. “Could’ve knocked him down with a chocobo feather.”
“I’m not surprised,” Jill replies. “I looked quite the state when he first saw me, it must’ve been quite the transformation.”
“That’s not what Tarja meant and you know it,” you elbow the Shiva Dominant in the side, lightly.
“Mayhaps I should add the study of romance to his curriculum.” Vivian adds, before taking a sip of the ale, trying her best to hide her grimace. It’s never quite sat with her palate.
You’re all sat in a corner table in the Ale Hall, the other patrons having long left. It had been a while since the four of you were in the Hideaway at the same time, or at least you and Jill – Vivian hardly left and Tarja only occasionally. You’d arranged to supper together to catch up, which had led to the late hour. Jill had returned from an outing with Clive that morning and the conversation, encouraged along by some of Molly’s brown, had moved along to the relationship between one Lord Rosfield and one Lady Warrick, much to the latter’s embarrassment.
“Clive still would never admit to it. The man’s swore blind to me he’s fine when he’s quite clearly bleeding.” Tarja counteracts.
“I think Clive’s too reserved to be so bold with his feelings.” You grin. “It’s going to have to be you, Jill.”
“I assure you I am unaware of what you mean.” She replies, lightly, scrutinizing the contents of her own tankard.
“Oh, you certainly do. Come on, Jill, please take the rest of us out of our misery.  Founder, the whole Hideaway has witnessed the lingering glances between you both. We should probably put it in the welcome speech. Welcome to the Hideaway, where you are free to live and die on your own terms. And, yes, Clive and Jill are infatuated with each oth-“
“What about you and Joshua?” Jill interrupts, a knowing smile on her face.
It’s as if your brain stops working for a moment as her comment renders you speechless. You swallow, your throat strangely dry, and try and sound confused. “W-what?”
“What’s all this?” Vivian places her hand under her chin, leaning more towards Jill’s direction. “This bit of information has yet to cross my table.”
“There’s not any information… I mean, I don’t know where you’ve got that impression.” You protest, taking a sip of ale to try and steady your nerves.
“Come to think of it,” Tarja mulls, “I may have heard a certain name mumbled when Joshua was resting in the infirmary.”
“You did?” You shake your head. “No, you must be mistaken. There’s nothing between me and Joshua. You’re just trying to distract us from the real matter at hand of you and Clive.”
“Of course not,” Jill smiles, slyly, “I just want my dear friend to be happy – you should tell him how you feel.”
“There’s nothing to tell him, but you and Clive however-”
“No, I think Jill is correct. I have observed your interactions, there’s definitely something going on there.” Vivian drums her fingers on the table in thought.
“Especially as you’ve gone as red as his cowl at the mention of his name,” Tarja muses.
“You’re all wrong - I do not love Joshua.” You protest, a little too loud for the hour.
“Ah, we didn’t say you did. How odd that you’d be so defensive of something we did not state.” Vivian smirks.
“I didn’t mean-”
The door to the shelves open rather abruptly, causing you all to stop short. You thought Tomes had retired hours ago - you’d seen him depart, even - but the figure at the top of the stairs is not him, but one clad in red and black with a mop of blonde hair…
“I beg your forgiveness for interrupting your conversation, ladies,” Joshua begins, striding down the stairs. “I’m afraid I got rather carried away in my research till this late hour.”
“Were you successful?” Jill queries.
“In certain matters, yes.” The Phoenix grins, approaching the table, a certain glint in his eye and your stomach flips. Could he have overheard Jill? “I hope your evening has been enjoyable.”
“Oh, indeed.” Vivian smiles. “It has proven quite… fruitful.”
Joshua quirks an eyebrow, curious.
“In fact, we were just talking about you, Joshua.” Jill smiles and your heart is pounding. She wouldn’t…
“Oh,” he looks over at Tarja. “I suspect my reluctance to take your most recent concoction.”
“Not quite-” The healer begins, but you jump to your feet, startling them all.
“Apologies, but I am quite overdue my bed, so I will bid you all a good night.”
Fate has other plans – or maybe it’s your nerves and the ale – because as you turn to step away, you stumble, catching your boot on the edge of a floorboard. Joshua is swiftly at your side and catches you by your elbow, preventing you from greeting the floor. He rests his hand on the small of your back as he helps you upright.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine, thank you.” You hope the low lighting of the Ale Hall is hiding the red in your cheeks. “Just a misstep.”
“Well, permit me to escort you to your bunk, my lady, lest any more steps betray you so.”
“Oh. No, that’s kind, but I’ll be-”
“I think that is a fine idea, Joshua – thank you.” Jill smiles, folding her hands in her lap. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, ladies.” The Phoenix nods his head in greeting, before encouraging you forward towards the stairs, one hand still lightly gripping your arm and the other still pressed against your back.
He’s polite enough to pretend he does not hear the outburst of laughter as the two of you reach the boarding deck and walk along, heading towards the mess to cut up past the infirmary to the bunks.
You should say something, you reason, but your tongue won’t co-operate with him touching you, holding you so close. Glancing to the side, the moonlight is clearly illuminating the amused expression gracing his features.
“I…” You begin, but falter off as your mind and mouth fail you.
“I am not sure if you’re aware, but the acoustics from the Ale Hall at this hour travel remarkably well into the shelves…”
You swallow. “I… am not sure what you thought you heard, but-”
“No, I wholeheartedly agree.” He comments as you both begin to ascend the stairs to the mess. “Jill does need to confess. I love my brother dearly, but he’s always been far too reserved in matters involving his heart.”
“I worry she thinks he’s too busy for such things. I do just want the two of them to be happy.”
“Well, perhaps I should give him some guidance.”
“Oh?” You pause – you’d crossed the mess and were now at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the bunks. Joshua drops his hand as you stop and you immediately miss the warmth.
“Clive has never been a scholar, so I will have to more practical in my example. Would you permit me to demonstrate?”
He couldn’t possibly mean what you think he means, but you nod firmly all the same.
Before you can blink, he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you close, his other hand resting between your shoulder blades and he presses his lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss. You can’t comprehend how the evening has ended in this way and can’t help but pout as he moves away.
“Hm.” He muses, dropping his other hand down to your waist to embrace you fully. “Though that was a fine example, I do believe we should practice a little more, just to make sure we really get the point across – wouldn’t you agree, my darling?”
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