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lenny-1of2dads · 1 month
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Dave was twentyseven and one of my best workers. He started about two years ago. One of the last single guys on the crew. He has the whitest butt on the crew, and everyone would give him a bad time about keeping his pants pulled up. Blinding light due the the reflection of the sun. We can't work Dave is cracking us up too much.
On Fridays I hand out paychecks for the week before at a Local bar called Tumble Inn. If you don't pick them up at the bar, you can pick it up at the office on Monday. All eleven guys show up to cash their checks and party. The bartender Jilly has been a friend of mind for years. She was at my wedding twelve years ago, and served me drinks through my divorce. She gets the credit for getting me off of Jack Daniels and I am now drinking Scotch.
We stopped working a bit before five, and the guys wives start showing up by five thirty to grab their money. Everyone on the crew is gone by seven and home eating dinner with kids. Jilly, I are talking at the end of the bar. Dave is playing pool alone in the corner. As I watch his shorts get lower and lower. He pulls them up and they slow start to fall back down. I walk over to Dave take off my belt and hand it to him.
He laughs. Says no thank you can't you see I am trying to get laid here. I suggest he will only get gay guys like that. He replies I know that's the point. I was on my fifth scotch I had a buzz. WTF was all I could come up with. I whispered quietly You're gay?
He looked at me like I was stupid. Then said Sorry boss I thought you knew. He takes the belt from my hand and starts to put it on. He continued to say I put on my application I did two years hard time. I was gay after the first year. I am cool with it. I just don't like gay bars, or gay guys that much. It's messed up but I figure it out.
Then Dave drops a bombshell, all this time I thought you were gay. I thought you liked looking at my butt. I am so sorry boss, but Jilly is the only girl you ever talk to. In a bar full of them. My head was spinning but not from the scotch. I said, I should go home while I can still drive. I will see you at work on Monday. Dave grabs my hand and asks if we are cool, and if he still has a job. I put him in a brief head lock and rubbed his buzzed head. We're good gay boy I am an equal opportunity employer.
I say goodnight to Jilly and head home with crazy ideas running through my head. By the time I was home I was thinking since the divorce of all of the changes I have made in the the last two years. Beside learning to do my own laundry and keep a house clean which was kind of gay if you think about it. I had stopped looking at all adult content. I was thirty-seven single and not even having sex with myself. I was not straight I was not anything. Except glad to finally pass out.
I get up and stop for coffee on the way to the office. Everyone was off on Saturday, and that was when I did paperwork. I stayed focused trying my best to not think about gay stuff. The way I said goodbye on the phone sounded gay. The way I crossed my legs that was gay. Real men don't use letter openers that is gay. I checked my watch to see if Jilly was on shift yet. This was making me crazy. The door opens and slight knock Hello boss I was just bring your belt back I figured you might be here.
I say thanks he could have waited until Monday. I have several. You should keep it.
He gets nervous and says I am sorry about what I said yesterday, a few too many beers. I have never hit on a guy before, and had no idea what I was doing. I was freaking a little I work with a bunch of guys. Sexual harassment at the workplace has never been an issue. I have never had a gay employee before. I am thinking to myself I got a bottle of scotch stashed where did I put that?
Dave said, I guess I will see you Monday boss. As he heads out the door he drops his keys. He bends over to pick them up. His shorts fall to his ankles exposing everything. He freaks bending over to pull them back up. He turns to apologize. Sorry boss all my clothes are too big. I will go to the store and buy a belt right now.
I sit down at my desk, and say. Wait a minute hang on. It was it the left bottom drawer in the back. Let's have a drink and you tell me why you think I am gay. Dave sits down: Looks me in the eye and says It was mostly wishful thinking. I just can't hang with super gay dudes that act like girls. I like big strong dudes and you defiantly qualified. The fact you did not flirt with girls, and hearing about your divorce I just assumed it might be a possibility. Don't get all paranoid the only thing you and I have in common is we are both lonely.
He downs his drink which should have been sipped. He loses his breath for a second. Asking in loud whisper voice. What was that? He goes to stand and his pants fall down again. I am cracking up laughing at this point. Dave steps out of his shorts and then throws them at me. Saying don't laugh. Leaving himself standing naked in front of me feeling very self conscious. He smiles and asks for his shorts back.
As I pour another glass I ask. So what is the easiest way to find out if I am gay or not?
He said You could kiss me you will know right away.
I was skeptical. One kiss and I will know.
Dave said I am not talking a peck on the lips. I am talking tongues and everything your best kiss possible.
I figured I had nothing to lose at this point. Stand up walk over to Dave thinking I can do this. I am not gay this will prove it.
We separate mouths after about three minutes. I was gay and he was already naked. I dumped my desk over to clear what was on top of it computer monitor papers and all. We made gay love for the first time in our lives right there in my office and on top of my desk. We just sat on top and held each other afterwards in amassment of what just happen. Dave got emotional saying I had a lot of sex in jail, but never like that.
It was a first for both of us. We were both confused where the other wanted this to go. Dave smiles and says l will see you on Monday Boss? I told him he wasn't going to go home so fast. Plan on lunch and dinner with me. We have to decide what tell the crew on Monday. Which side on the bed you sleep on. How long we have to wait before we can do that again. He has the most awesome giggle. His head was spinning just like mine. We were two kids doing it for the first time.
I called my best friend Jilly and ask if she would go to the bar an hour before her shift and have lunch with me. She agreed. We left the office a mess and stopped at JCPenney and purchased 10 pair of shorts and two packs of sexy underwear and two belts. He changed his clothes in the truck and we walk in all smiles to meet Jilly. She gives Dave a high five and a hug saying thank you so much. Then I find out she thought I might be gay too and knew Dave had a crush on me. Jilly had suggested I loan him my belt. She also knew my wife cheated on me a lot behind my back. She saw the guy that told me about it after I punched him in the face. She said Now that I'm out of the closet and gay she thinks I am not as scary and promises to tell me what she thinks moving forward.
Monday Dave and I over sleep and I get a call from the office. Joe said boss the door to the office was unlocked and the place was trashed. Do you want me to call the cops? I say no just please clean it up I be there in ten minutes. They see Dave and I get out of the Truck and walk in together. They are looking at us and each other. Joe says You two did this. Let me guess you're like boyfriends now. He goes into a happy dance saying I knew you two were gay, I knew it. I knew it. I was so glad to be done for the day. The comments were getting a bit pervy for ten straight construction workers.
I will never understand how this happened. While I did not hate gay people I just though two gay guys was gross. I am now reminded I am gay everytime I look at Dave. I flipped a switch in my brain. I find myself enjoying introducing Dave as my boyfriend. Watching a few people freaking, while most people could care less. Friday was payday as normal. Every employee and their families showed up to celebrate. Dave's brother, and his wife. Someone got a very inappropriate cake and everything.
Jilly and I are at our end of the bar as she refills my scotch. She says now that we have agreed to no secret's and you are no longer scary I do have one more thing to tell you.
I said after the gay thing I am ready. What... Jilly reminds me the night the divorce became final I was at the bar drinking Jack Daniels. I said I know That was the night you drove me home and put me in bed. Jilly we have this conversation before. You save me from a DUI. I woke up the next day saying I was done with females, and you would only pour me scotch after that.
Jilly smiles takes my drink away and says. We have tried to have this conversation you never let me finish. What you don't remember is after I help you out of your clothes we had sex. I was the last person you had sex with before you swore off females forever.
I was freaking saying Jilly I don't remember any of that. She blamed it on the Jack Daniels, said I was having blacks outs. The reason she stop serving it to me. She said I took total advantage of you in your drunken state. This is all my fault I just needed you to know.
Am I missing something were you afraid I would be upset you and I got drunk and did stuff. I don't remember it You are not the reason I swore off females. I don't understand what am I missing? She added Just that the 2 year old at my house you call your little buddy is definitely your son.
I calmly asked for my drink back and I down it instead of sipping. I then excused my myself to use the restroom put my fist throw the wall above the urinal. I just started balling my eyes out of happyness. In the last week I found out I am gay, and someone to be gay with, and now a dad with my best friend. This has got to be the best week ever. Light bulb goes off I come to my senses. I dry my eyes fix my hair wash the small blood from my knuckle. I tell Jilly I running to Circle K next door. I spent 100 bucks on lottery tickets.
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luveline · 8 months
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could i request teacher!reader with hotch? like maybe she’s jacks teacher
thank you for your request! fem!reader, 1.2k
You're a teacher: you're always tired. Overworked, underpaid, everybody knows how it goes. And maybe you've let yourself go because you don't have any real material hopes for the future beyond getting Macy Danish to read at a first grade level, but how were you supposed to know that Jack Hotchner's father would be so overwhelmingly attractive? It's not fair. 
He's handsome though older than you'd been expecting, but that isn't the cut and dry of it. When he comes in, it's alone, in a well-fitted suit. He's tall and remarkably dark-eyed, shaking your hand without trying to impose any authority, as some of the fathers tend to do, and when you call him Mr. Hotchner, he says, "Aaron, please," but continues to call you Ms. L/N.
"Aaron," you say, pulling your skirt under your thighs as you sit down. You're dressed in nice clothes for the parent-teacher conferences, but you could've covered your sleeplessness better. "Jack is the nicest boy in class. He's actually my loveliest kid. Um…" You search through your notes for the preliminary assessment of Jack. "Sorry, two seconds." 
"Take your time. I know what it's like to dig through a mountain of paperwork every day." 
"Jack mentioned you work in the government, he calls you a special agent," you say, smiling. "You get the bad guys." 
"I am a special agent. Supervisory." Aaron is conscientious enough to pretend he doesn't notice your surprise. "I'm chief of the behavioural analysis unit." 
You can't even begin to guess what that entails. "Oh," you say breathlessly. 
"I understand that it sounds fantastical." 
"It sounds impressive," you say, floundering to correct yourself. Behavioural analysis? It must be obvious to him how nervous he's making you, then, and when you realise that, you get worse. "I'm so sorry about this. I should be more organised. I usually am." 
"That's alright. Take your time." 
Does he always speak that way? His voice is like fucking silk? Is he messing with you?
You yank the notes you made for Jack from the pile and flatten them across the desk. "Okay, sorry. Like I was saying, Jack is really the nicest kid, him and his friend Molly. They're both lovely, and teachers shouldn't have favourites, please don't tell the other parents, but they're my favourites." You smile at him quickly and return your eyes to the paper. The words swim in front of your eyes. "Jack can read better than you could ever hope for a first grader, he's immensely intelligent for his age group. He's patient. He'll explain anything to anyone if they ask him too, and he does it well." 
"I'm glad to hear that," he says, again so softly. 
You pick up one of your skinny biros to have something to fidget with. He's a very good looking man, but you're a good teacher. You can focus on what to say. Some parents need good things only. Some need reassurement that they're doing a good job. Aaron is harder to read, but you know what he needs, too. 
"He can be lonely," you say, looking him in the eye. "I don't think that that's down to any fault. I'm sure you know better than I do why he might feel that way." You know about his mom's passing over a year ago. You've seen grief in children too many times. "He… I understand if this isn't okay with you, but he eats lunch with me sometimes. I encourage him to sit with his peers, of course, but I think he runs out of energy pretty quickly." 
Aaron nods thoughtfully. His brows quirk into a furrow that you're afraid is directed at you. 
"I don't think he necessarily has trouble connecting with his friends." 
"What do you think?" 
"I think something awful happened to your family, and Jack will feel it for the rest of his life, but that it won't stop him from being great. It already isn't. And… he clearly has a father who loves him and who he admires. You're his second favourite topic." 
"What's his first?" he asks. 
"He's really into Fruity Fridays," you say with a laugh. "I bring in fruits you don't get often in America. Someone would've had to sign a form." 
"No, I remember signing it. He likes that?" His smile is golden. "I can't get him to try new things." 
"He had all the leftover gold kiwi last week." You rub your lips together. Time is ticking. You have nearly thirty parents to see tonight, but talking to Mr. Hotchner has been so normal. He's a regular person in a sea of inattentive helicopter narcissists. It's a relief and a half to meet him and know a kid as gentle as Jack is in good hands. "Mr. Hotchner, I have to tell you, I'm really relieved to meet you." 
"Aaron," he corrects.
Your tone drops too low. "Aaron." 
"I'm more than relieved," he says. "I knew that this year would be harder for him. I didn't know… I'm grateful to you, for being so kind with him." 
You look down at your notes, flushed from head to toe despite your airy skirt. Crossing your legs, you shake your head. "It's my job." 
"To let him take up the only break you get all day?" he asks. 
"It's not like that. Jack doesn't bother me." You fold your notes in half. "I can see his role model measures up." 
"I could say the same thing." 
The next time you see Jack, bright and early Monday mooring shepherded by his aunt Jessica, he's very happy to see you. You offer him a hug and pat his back when he wraps his arms around your hips. "Hello, Jack. Was your dad pleased with your drawings?"
Jack smiles at you. "I have a note for you." 
"You do? Can I see? Where is it, honey?" 
Jack takes off his backpack and pulls out the note and a tupperware container. "Oh, wow, did you make treats for the class? Jack, that's so nice!" 
"No. Dad said those are for you. He said you should have nice for nice, or something," Jack informs you. 
"You'll share with me, though? I can't eat them all by myself," you whisper. 
He nods with enthusiasm and runs off to put his backpack in his cubby and his coat on the hook. You look down at the cookies and note, which is actually an envelope. 
You open it with your thumbnail. The writing is Aaron's usual tight cursive.
Dear Miss L/N, 
I hoped to thank you again in person, but work makes that hard. I appreciate everything you do for Jack. There are teachers who work, and there are teachers who go above and beyond. I can feel confident anywhere in the country knowing Jack is being taught by the latter. 
Gratefully yours, 
Aaron Hotchner. 
P.S. Please don't feed Jack too many cookies. They're not for him. 
You keep the letter even if it's lame to do so. When is the next parent teacher conference, anyways?
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witheringwidgetwrites · 8 months
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MC has a secret admirer!
Request goes; They're already dating but it's new so most of the lesser demons don't know about it. MC then starts getting love letters from an anonymous person and the Dateables/Brothers get the need to show off that MC is theirs?
I'm gonna do the brothers first! Hope that's cool! If yall wanna see more pls request it! (Also pretend that this is near the beginning of yalls relationship)
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INTRO
"Wow, look babe, I got a love letter! Guess I'm more popular than I thought, you might have some competition." You chuckle, kissing his cheek. It was a very flattering letter, laying out all your strengths, compliments sprinkled generously throughout the writing. It was... surprising to say the least. But you were excited to tell him about it!
LUCIFER
If he's already on edge, he might just yank it and rip it in half. Today, however, he's in a good mood.
"Let me read it." You hand him the paper, watching him closely as he grimaces and scoffs. He's not nervous, but he is baffled that someone had the nerve to send you such a... bold letter.
A little prideful, in the sense that he has something that no one else can. He know's you wont leave him for some lower demon, but he can't help but feel slightly threatened.
Walks a litter closer to you around town and RAD. He'll hold your hand when the hallways start to filter out and there's less students around.
Puts in the effort to take you on more public dates, Restorante Six, most likely. kissing your hand and giving you roses at the table. He's not flashy, but it's enough for rumors to spread quickly.
MAMMON
He rips it from your hand, immediately turning his back so he can read it. "Is this the kinda lame sappy stuff you're into? Even I'd do better than this! It don't even mention ya eyes!"
He hands it back to you, mumbling something about, "i'll show 'em" before he stomps off, shaking his head.
He struts the RAD halls with his arm around you, glaring unnecessary at anyone who walks by. He's certainly on edge for the first couple days after. He starts passing you small silly notes during class, little drawings and pickup lines. You watch him as he turns away, hand trying to cover his flushed cheeks.
Also takes you out more. Carnivals, amusement parks, more casual things! Posts 1 post, with a few photos of you together, captioned 'almost as good as grimm.' If you get another letter, you might end up having your first kiss in front of the school!
LEVIATHAN
"Wha? Who?" He can feel his heart beating faster, anxiety rising in his chest. "Just kidding Levi, you're the only demon for me!" You giggle at him. "Could I read it?" You hand it to him, watching him plop down in his gaming chair. He gets very expressive while he reads. Before long, his tail is swishing behind him, "they don't even know you! There's no mention o-of any of your favorite videos games in here! You love games." He frowns, throwing his hands up dramatically. "I know Levi, I don't even know who sent it. Don't worry, they don't know me as well as you do." He pretends to lose control of his tail, that pulls you into him for a hug.
He sulks for a few days, but after some reassurance, he has a plan. You're going to the aquarium and he'll hold your hand! That'll really show 'em. Might even go to physical school a few days more than usual to walk with you.
He writes you a little in-game dialog sappy note, telling you a few things he loves about you. Might make a singular Devilgram post with you, hugging his Ruri-chan body pillow, captioned ''my #1 and my #2'
ASMODEUS
"Ohh! Of course you're popular MC! Everyone loves you, and me of course. We're the top power couple! Now let me take a look." He smiles at you, smile faltering slightly as he reads the letter. Eyes blinking a little stiffly, he hands it back to you. "That's so superficial, you're much better off with me." And with that, he walks away.
He shows the world exactly who's you are immediately. You're tagged in maybe 10 posts in a row. Pictures of you and him, some of just you, all captioned things like, 'my love' and 'my number one always' and 'remembering the moment I fell for you' and it's unmistakable.
Becomes even more affectionate in the RAD hallways, snuggling up to you, sitting in your lap/having you sit in his during lunch.
SATAN
He frowns, putting his hand out for the paper. He glances over it, brow furrowing as he reads. "This is amateur writing. You deserve much better." He hands it back to you, walking past you quickly with a scowl on this face. He turns back halfway down the hall, "be ready at 6:30." You decide to leave him be.
First order of business, he writes you a beautiful letter. It's long winded, many poetry references, and references to stories you've read together. Even compares you to a cat, somehow. He does not give it to you yet.
He dresses nice for your date, electing to take you to dinner, and then a stroll through the royal gardens. As you approach the doors to the House of Lamentation, he turns to you, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wax sealed letter, your name written neatly on the other side.
Sits a little closer to you at lunch time, and in the library. Hoping someones will see and rumors will spread.
BEELZEBUB
He doesn't read the letter. He's a little jealous, but he thinks reading it will upset him, so he stays away.
He makes the small effort to hold your hand more. He's not normally one for PDA, but for you, he can make a small exception. You can see how flushed his face is when you look up at him.
On game days, he lets you wear his jersey until he needs it. Might post a picture on his Devilgram of you in it. Captioned, '#1 fan'
After one of his games, he sees you talking to a lower demon, they seem to be standing awfully close. He sees them throw their arm around you, and so he calls for you, pretending he didn't see them. He waves at you, jogging over and cupping your face with his hands before placing his lips on yours.
BELPHEGOR
He's half asleep when you tell him. Isn't really bothered until you make the comment about competition. Now he's awake, and looking around like there's a present threat. Yanks the letter from you, holding it close to his face while he scowls. He scans the paper, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over onto his side, taking the letter with him.
Pretends he's not bothered. Asmo brings it up at the dinner table, Belphie calls it a "stupid letter" and crosses his arms, slouching.
Doesn't bring it up again, but you notice he's a little more cuddly in public than he was before. One day after class, he finds you in the library studying, he saunters over, kissing you brashly, tongue tracing the edge of your bottom lip,and loudly, before wiping his lip with his thumb, and sitting next to you, "what're you studying today, MC?"
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wolfiesmoon · 2 months
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Hiiii! (I hope this is the place to make requests aaaaa haven’t done this in a W H I L E) but can I request pocky challenge headcanons for Floyd, Vil, and Idia? :)
Hope you’re having a great week and I love your writing :D
the way i freaked out over receiving this omg i'm so happy u like my writing😭😭😭
i love pocky challenge fics and you really fed me with the characters you chose since I have like 3467346826428 vil and idia drafts i can't get into rn. also we already know how my brain is rotting over floyd the eel boy at the moment
ALSO ALSO ALSO you aren't dating yet in these!! you're still just friends (but not for long😈)
(@kairiscorner i borrowed ur idea of picking out what flavour would fit them to add a little spice, I hope u don't mind!)
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☾⋆⁺₊ Floyd Leech + Pocky Colorful
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he gets really excited when you pull out the box of pockies 😆i mean, sharing food with you????? that's, like, the third best thing he can do with you!
and these pockies look rlly funny too, what does "colorful" even taste like? He's kinda in a mood to find out 😌
and gets even MORE excited when you mention the challenge!!!!
I mean, kissing AND sharing food with you?! he calls that a win for sure 😤😤😤😤
you're rlly surprised at how casual he is about it considering you just challenged him to try and kiss you essentially
but okay, i guess it is kinda Floydcore to just casually agree to a pocky game with no blushing or getting flustered (i suppose this means he likes you back??? what a mystery he is...)
you laugh to yourself at the silly grin on his face as u pull out a pocky and place one end into your mouth, leaning towards him to let him take the other end
he does so and you close your eyes, feeling kinda giddy all of a sudden
but you can still feel his downturned peepers staring a hole into you, curious to see every facial movement and reaction you may have👁️👁️
he must be really excited then!! (even if you feel extremely unsettled rn)
you slowly bite down on the stick, getting nervous. you can definitely hear him crunching on it too...
you can feel his breath, your noses bump for a moment and you think "THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT"
but then you hear a *snap* and the pocky falls out of your mouth... what just happened?
"I bit into it a bit too hard..." You open your eyes to see Floyd pouting like a toddler who was told he can't have candy
"It's okay, we can do it again!" you take out another pocky stick, placing the end in your mouth and looking at him expectantly
must be hard having such sharp teeth sometimes💔
"Now I don't feel like it anymore." Floyd huffed, getting up and walking away💀
That little... you still love him anyway tho🤷🏻
☾⋆⁺₊ Vil Schoenheit + Apple Yogurt Pocky
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initially, he'd refuse since pockies are sweets and he needs to watch his sugar if he wants to keep his model figure and his clear skin
but he supposes sugar is nice to enjoy every once in a while (especially if he gets to share it with you)
but THEN you ask him if he's ever heard of the pocky challenge before😈
"I have heard of it in passing but I don't know what is actually is, why?" he raises an eyebrow, recalling some comments from his fans talking about it after the Pocky commercial he was in
"Becauuuuse, I think you should do it with me." you blink at him innocently before going on to explain the rules and seeing his eyes widen 😌
"So, what you're saying is... If neither of us back out, we kiss?"
WAIT WHAT
You actually expected him to turn you down immediately and chew you out for even making the suggestion since you're just friends but this certainly took a turn for the better
"Precisely." you smirked
"Just so you know, I'm not one to back out once I set my mind onto something." he smirked back at you, taking out a pocky stick from the box and placing it in front of your mouth for you to bite onto
the stick slowly begins to get smaller as your lips inch closer to his and you grip the couch you're currently sat on nervously
You take another bite and suddenly feel his lips on yours🤭
SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCE-
"Oh? This is an interesting flavour~"
wait... you recognise that voice😨
"ROOK?!" the two of you separated and yelled at the same time, then turned your heads to see Rook casually enjoying your Pocky beside you
"Did you both enjoy the flavour as well?" Rook smiled innocently at you, taking out another one from the box
Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath while you just sat there in shock🧍🏻
☾⋆⁺₊ Idia Shroud + Sakura Pocky
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being the candy enjoyer that he is, he would never turn down free pocky (especially not his favourite... which speaking of, how did you know that one is his favourite?)
(ortho supplied you with that information)
however, his smile dropped when you started talking about the challenge all of a sudden
and he became all red instead🤭
"You got all that?" you asked, waving the pocky stick in front of his face with an innocent smile
"D-Do I- Do I...."
babe, he cannot form a sentence right now, much less process anything you just told him. you cannot POSSIBLY expect him to give you a clear answer right now🙄
"Oh, do you not wanna do it? That's fine." you get up, ready to leave (you're doing this on purpose, manipulation is key😈)
but no, seriously, you weren't going to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with, and you kinda expected a reaction like this anyways😭
"N-No, No, I want to..." he grabs onto your sleeve awkwardly, literally shaking from embarrasment
you're actually kinda worried, will he even survive till the whole kiss part?
No time like the present to find out, you suppose
you place the pocky in your mouth, waiting for him to bite into the other end. he does and immediately screws his eyes shut, WAAAY too embarrased to look at you
the distance between the two of you slowly closes but when there's just a bit of the pocky stick left he lets go and immediately runs away, hair slightly red at the ends😫
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...." he whispers to himself over and over, thinking about how he almost kissed you just now
atleast he got to eat his favourite flavour...????
"Did it fail?" Ortho came out of his hiding spot and you nodded, pouting slighly☹️
"That's plan G crossed off the list. You wrote down '7 minutes in heaven' for plan H. Though I do not know what that is, I will assist you in any way I can."
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lilacqiqis · 2 months
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"Darling"
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naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai
Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush
A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac
TW: none, GN!reader
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🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said
🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"
🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.
🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.
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🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.
🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.
🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.
🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!
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🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?
🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!
🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.
🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.
🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"
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🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!
🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3
🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.
🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.
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🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.
🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.
🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.
🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...
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🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect
🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!
🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)
🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!
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🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...
🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best
🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.
🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.
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seventeenytiny · 3 months
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Traffic jam
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Smut: MDNI
Warnings: Piss kink, omorashi, slight humiliation, Word Count: 1076 Summary: You and Jisung are stuck in traffic and poor Jisung really has to use the bathroom Authors Note: If you don't like how it sounds don't read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
Jisung had to go, he had to go so bad, but he couldn't. Traffic was at a standstill, and unexpected construction halted your travels. Jisung wiggled uncomfortably in the passenger seat, regretting the coffee he had chugged before getting in the car.
"Are you feeling okay love?" You ask him, patting his thigh from the driver's side. A rosy red color was spreading on your boyfriend's cheeks.
"Ah I'm fine... Just need to use the bathroom is all."
"Are you sure you can hold it with the traffic?"
"Well I have to, don't I?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.
You smile sympathetically at him, "I guess so, I just cleaned out the car too so I don't even have a bottle you could use if you get desperate."
Jisung did his best to hide his disappointment from you. His face dropped ever so slightly hearing that his only backup plan was ruined if things got to that point.
You grab his hand, "Don't worry I think it'll clear up soon, after that we can get off at the next exit."
You were in fact lying and you knew it. The both of you were still hardly moving and your GPS predicted a 40-minute slowdown.
You put some music on, trying to distract your boyfriend from the growing pressure in his bladder. And it worked, at least for the first three songs, then he winced from the discomfort again, awkwardly shifting.
"Are you sure you don't have any spare bottles in here?" He sighs in despair.
"I'm sorry love, I really don't think so but you can check."
He swiftly takes off his seatbelt, removing some of the pressure that was pushing against his full bladder. He climbs in the back seat, looking all around in every cup holder and under all the seats. All he can find is his hoodie that you stole from him.
You hear him whine out in frustration, "There really is nothing..."
He climbs back up to the front seat, flinching as he puts his seat belt back on.
"Hey, what's that in your hands?"
"This? Its the hoodie you stole from me."
You have an idea and you know he won't like it, but for whatever reason, it excited you ever so slightly. "Well, if it comes down to it, I mean, I know you don't want it to, but maybe you could just use the hoodie.."
Jisung's eyes get big, he doesn't want to believe what you just said. "What do you mean use the hoodie?!"
"Well... it's pretty thick so it's gotta be somewhat absorbent right?"
"I guess you're right, I suppose it's better than my pants..."
You can't lie to yourself, at this point, you're a bit turned on by the whole situation. Your hot boyfriend is holding his crotch, shifting every second, doing his best not to piss himself. Poor Jisung is getting so desperate his actually considering pissing in his own hoodie.
The two of you go silent, the radio now off and the only sound filling the car is Jisung's shaky breaths, his hand holding his crotch doing his best to not leak everywhere. You recheck the GPS, but there are still 30 more minutes of slowdowns.
"Jisung? Baby? I want you to know if you do have an accident it's not a big deal. Neither of us knew we'd get stuck like this. And... it might actually be kinda hot."
That's when his eyes really get big, bigger than you've ever seen, before squinting in discomfort. "Hot? You think me pissing myself would be hot?"
"Well... yeah, there's something about seeing you so desperate that's driving me kinda crazy. Maybe I have a piss kink, I don't know."
At this point, he's too desperate to piss that he can't even comprehend the fact that you admitted to having a piss kink. What he did hear though, was that you wouldn't be too mad at him for ruining your car.
He swallows hard, he keeps his grip tight on his dick as he unbuttons his pants, taking some of the pressure off his bladder.
10 more uncomfortable minutes pass, he's sweating now, the pain just about intolerable. You see him tighten his grip on his crotch, the smallest dark patch appears on his pants.
"Jisung you're going to hurt yourself just piss into the hoodie."
"I have to go so bad I don't think I can even move..." his eyes are glassy, tears threatening to fall. You grab the hoodie, placing it in his lap. Next, you undo his pants the rest of the way, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his damp underwear. You wrap the hoodie around his member, "Jisung, baby, can you lean forward a little bit? Just to help make nothing gets on your pants."
He groans, taking the hoodie from your hands. He moves forward ever so slightly, he can already feel his hot piss starting to escape. You pat his back, "Just let go Jisung, you'll feel so much better."
Your words destroy any chance of him being able to hold it in. His piss comes out fast, turning his gray hoodie dark. The hissing sound of him filling the hoodie echoes in your ears, as well as sends a tingling sensation straight to your core. "That's good baby, let it all out."
He's practically crying at this point, part of it from embarrassment but mainly from the intense relief he is feeling. He turns the hoodie with his hands, doing his best to not let his piss overflow and leak through. The poor piece of clothing can't hold much more though. His bladder is nearly empty but the hoodie is now fully saturated.
His stream lightens up finally, the final bit of his piss drips onto the floor mats of your car. He takes some deep breaths, finally feeling like he can properly breathe again. His cheeks are red from the shame, and his hands are unsure of what to do with the soiled clothing.
"Just place it on the floor mat Jisung, if they're weather proof I'm sure they're peeproof."
"I'm really sorry Y/N, you must think I'm so disgusting..."
"Disgusting?! Jisung that was so hot, as soon as we get out of this traffic and get home I want you to fuck me every single way you can."
His face lightens up for the first time since you got stuck in traffic.
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joelmillerisapunk · 25 days
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Tell 'em you found a lil' something too fresh
Dealer!Joel Miller x reader
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Wordcount: 1,902
Summary: You find yourself seeking out Joel, the local weed dealer, and ice cream man. What follows is an unexpected and thrilling encounter, leaving you with a bag of top-shelf weed and a story you'll never forget.
Warnings: 18+, hidden in public blowjob, unprotected p in v, weed, joels a dealer, fingering, mentions of 'baby and sweetheart, pretty pussy.'
Notes: I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think ☺️
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Joel Miller, the infamously charming weed dealer and local ice cream man, has a penchant for silky button-up shirts adorned with vibrant patterns and prints—a penchant for weed and for pretty women in the summertime. And that's why every summer you can find him in his ice cream truck parked by the beach.
Today, you find yourself drawn to the whispers about Joel and his clandestine dealings, so you venture out in your favorite swimsuit— the one you know will catch his eye, instilling you with confidence and a certain allure.
As the sweltering summer sun beats down from above, you track Joel's ice cream truck to its usual location, and you approach him, hoping to secure your illicit wares for the day. “I'd like to buy some mint chocolate chip, please.” You say as sweetly as possible, using the code you were told meant that you wanted weed. You extend your hand upward to Joel with cash in your hand.
"Well, ain't you just a sight for sore eyes? You're sure too cute to pass up." He winks, and you feel heat creep up your neck, taken aback by his boldness. Joel’s hand reaches under a shelf in the truck. “I’ll tell ya what, sweetheart. I’ve got something even better than mint chocolate chip for you today.” He pulls out a bag filled with a green substance and a subtly sweet aroma. “This here is some top-shelf shit, the best you’ll find around these parts.”
Joel gives you a slow, appraising look, his gaze lingering on your body. "How about we make a little deal, you and me? I'll give you this primo shit, and you give me...well, let's just say you can pay me in a way that's a little more fun than cash."
You feel a flutter of nervous excitement in your stomach. There's something thrilling about buying your first bag of weed. Plus, you can't deny Joel’s charming, confident, and just the right amount of danger.
"Uh, I guess I—"
Joel grins, his teeth gleaming in the summer sunlight as he interrupts you. "That's what I like to hear, sweetheart. Now, why don't you climb into the back of the truck and make yourself comfortable? I'll join you in a minute."
You do as he says. The back of the truck is dimly lit and cool, a welcome relief from the heat outside. You sit down on the bench seat, and your legs are trembling slightly.
A few moments later, Joel joins you. He sits down next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.
"Now, where were we?"
You swallow hard, your throats dry. "Uh, you were going to give me the weed," you remind him.
"Ah, yes." Joel reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bag, but he doesn't give it to you and puts it back in his pocket. "But I think I'd like to collect on my end of the deal first."
He leans in closer, his breath feels hot on your cheek. You can feel his hand on your thigh, slowly moving upwards. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your heart is racing.
"Just relax, sweetheart," Joel murmurs, his fingers begin to trace patterns onto your skin. "I promise you're going to enjoy this.”
Joel's hand continues to move up your thigh. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second. Your body is responding to his touch despite your nerves.
"You're so fuckin' beautiful, you know that?" he murmurs. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers find their way under the edge of your swimsuit, teasing your sensitive skin. You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused, your body begging for more.
"You like that, sweetheart?" Joel asks as he slides two thick fingers inside of you.
"Yes," you moan, your hips start to buck against his hand. "Yes, just like that."
Joel begins to move his fingers in and out of you, building up a steady rhythm. His thumb circles your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
"You're so tight, so fuckin’ tight," he groans, his fingers start moving faster.
"Oh god," you moan. "I'm so close, I'm so close."
Joel's fingers move even faster. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growls.
With one final thrust of his finger, you explode, your body starts convulsing with pleasure. You cry out, as your voice echoes in the back of the truck. Joel slows down his movements, his fingers still inside of you, milking every last bit of pleasure from your body. Joel pulls his fingers out of you, his hand glistening with your wetness. He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "Sweet as sugar.”
He leans in, and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to heighten your pleasure. He pulls away from the kiss, and his grin widens as he looks at you. "I think it's time for you to make good on your end of the deal, sweetheart.”
You know what he wants, and you're more than willing to give it to him. You lean forward, and your hands reach for the waistband of Joel's shorts. You can feel his cock straining against the fabric. You pull them down, freeing him. It's thick and hard, and you can't wait to wrap your lips around it.
You lean in, your tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. Joel lets out a low groan as his hand reaches for your hair. He helps you take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his cock. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, and you know he's enjoying this. You begin to move your head a little quicker, building up a steady rhythm. Joel's hips begin to buck against your mouth, his fingers tighten in your hair.
You can feel yourself growing more aroused with every thrust of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans. But you're suddenly interrupted by a bell signaling a customer. You both pause looking at each other.
Joel's grin widens. "Now, I hate to do this to you, sweetheart, but I've got a customer up front. I'm going to need you to keep being amazing while I take care of them, need you to stay low and keep workin’ that mouth."
You feel a flutter of nervous excitement in your stomach. The idea of giving Joel a blowjob while he serves a customer is both thrilling and a little nerve-wracking.
"Okay," you say quietly.
Joel nods, giving you a wink before making his way to the front of the truck. You stay low and crawl until you're underneath Joel, hiding yourself from view.
"Hey there, what can I get for you today?" Joel greets them, his voice cheery and friendly.
You glance up at Joel's cock, still standing at attention. You lick your lips, eager to continue where you left off. You lean forward, taking him back into your mouth. You can hear the customer talking to Joel, but you tune it out, focusing on the feeling of Joel's cock in your mouth. You can feel his fingers in your hair, gently guiding your head. You can tell he's trying to be discreet, but you can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to focus. You can sense him struggling to maintain his composure, but you can feel his hips bucking more insistently against your mouth.
You can feel yourself growing even more aroused. You reach down with one hand, sliding your fingers under your swimsuit rubbing your clit as you continue to suck and lick at Joel's cock.
"Yes, that'll be, fuck, sorry, uh five dollars." Joel manages to get out.
You can hear the sound of the customer handing over the money, just as you begin to taste Joel's pre-cum on your tongue.
You can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm, but just as you're about to come, the customer leaves, and Joel's grip on your hair tightens.
"Not yet, sweetheart. I want that tight pussy comin' on this hard cock," he growls, pulling out of your mouth and pushing you back onto the bench seat.
He quickly removes your swimsuit, spreading your legs wide and plunging his cock deep inside of you., filling you completely, his balls slapping against your wetness. "Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight and wet, just for me." He groans, his voice husky with desire. "Been thinkin' about this all day, sliding my cock into a pretty pussy like yours.” Joel's thrusts become harder, more demanding. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart?”
"Feels so good," you moan.
Joel's hand reaches down, finding your clit. He begins to circle it with his fingers, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "You're mine, sweetheart. I own this pussy, I own these orgasms.”
Joel's words are like a match to dry kindling, igniting a fire deep within you. You can feel yourself growing closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips, each circling of his fingers. "Yes, Joel. I'm yours. Oh god m’so close," you whine.
Joel's words, combined with his skilled fingers and powerful thrusts, send you over the edge. You cry out as your body convulses with pleasure. Joel lets out a low groan. His thrusts only become more frantic as he feels you clenching around him.
"Mmm - pussy’s so damn pretty when she comes."
You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, and you know he's close.
"Come for me, Joel, please" you moan.
With one final thrust, Joel explodes inside of you, his cock throbbing and twitching like waves crashing onto the shore. He lets out a low groan, his body shuddering with pleasure as he empties himself inside of you.
You stay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure, Joel slowly pulls out of you, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with your combined juices. He passes you a towel and cleans himself too.
He helps you get dressed, his fingers linger on your skin as he helps pull your swimsuit back up.
Joel grabs his shorts, pulling out the weed and hands it over. "Thanks, sweetheart. You're a damn good deal," he says, winking at you before pulling up his shorts and makes his way to the front of the truck.
You sit there, your body still trembling with pleasure. You can still feel the warmth of Joel's touch on your skin, the lingering taste of his cock on your lips. You can't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction and excitement wash over you.
As you step out of the back of the truck, you see Joel serving ice cream to a group. He looks up and catches your eye, winking at you before turning back to his customers. You feel a flutter in your chest, knowing that he's thinking about what just happened between you two.
This is definitely a summer you'll never forget.
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keerysfreckles · 2 months
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calm after the storm; alex walter
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pairing: alex walter x fem!reader
summary: a storm causes y/n to stay at the walter's house overnight. after trying to get comfortable in almost every brother's room, alex's room is the last one with the light on.
warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, kissing
a/n: IM ADDICTED TO MLWTWB idk who i want more, alex or cole PLS SEND IN ALEX OR COLE REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!
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it was late at the walter's house. y/n was invited over by danny during rehearsal for their spring play. she stayed for dinner, and the lot was finishing cleaning the board game they played multiple rounds of.
it started raining heavily almost an hour ago. winds started picking up, and thunder crashed every so often.
she was quick to grab her things out of danny's room. she passed by some of the walter boys, and made her way to the front door where katherine and george were.
"hey sweetie, you ready to go?" katherine asked while slipping her jacket on. shr agreed to take y/n home, knowing the girl's parents were out of town this weekend.
the two were about to slip out of the house, when a loud crash of thunder echoes and the lights shut off.
"damnit, again!" george exclaims from the kitchen. katherine looks out one of the windows and gasps, making y/n join her. the rain picked up even more, the wind was blowing stronger and the roads were in no condition for driving. the thunder and lightning increased, which only made y/n's nerves grow. she wasn't the biggest fan of thunderstorms. if she was in her own home, she would've felt a little better, but going home was impossible tonight.
katherine started taking her jacket off, "why don't you stay here tonight, is that okay?"
y/n simply nods.
"alex," katherine calls into the living room. he was busy playing a video game with isaac. "can you grab y/n some pajamas?"
alex stands from the couch, "sure, come on y/n."
y/n follows alex upstairs and into his room. y/n notied the house was quiet, almost too quiet. she soon realized most of the family members were asleep.
alex finds a pair of shorts and old t-shirt for y/n, and hands them to her.
"thanks alex," she smiles. alex and y/n didn't talk usually. she was always over hanging out with danny, either helping him with lines for a play, or just watching a movie together.
"you can uh- change in here if you want," alex offers.
"thank you," you smile again, and watch as he walks out of his room to give you privacy. y/n can't help but slightly chuckle at how nervous alex seemed whenever she was around. granted, she does have a crush on the walter boy, she wonders if he's nervous like that around other girls.
katherine was sweet enough to offer the couch for you to sleep on, instead of sharing a room with one of the boys. after maybe an hour of y/n being downstairs, she feels a dip in the couch, and isn't surprised to see danny turning on the tv. y/n notices a few lights were on, she guessed the power was back on.
y/n sits up, and rubs her eyes due to the bright tv.
"did i wake you?" danny asks, "i swear i was trying to be quiet."
y/n shakes her head, "no, no danny it's okay."
"you can go sleep in my bed, i might be down here for the night."
y/n gladly takes up danny's offer. she grabs the blanket off the couch and says goodnight to him, before heading up the very creaky stairs.
y/n enters danny and cole's shared room. her eyes aren't even closed for ten minutes before cole starts to snore, possibly louder than the thunder outside.
y/n groans, knowing she'll get no sleep if she stays in this room. she grabs the blanket again, and quietly walks out of the room. the room right next to cole and danny's is isaac and lee's. she knocks, however can't even open the door fully, as she looks down and is met with the messist floor known to mankind. she definitely won't be sleeping in their room.
y/n then passed by nathan and jordan's room. she heard nathan's guitar from outside the door, and heard jordan muttering something. she was guessing jordan was filming something, and she didn't want to bother his process. she remembers the last time she interrupted one of his videos, never again.
y/n easily walks by parker and benny's shared room. she knew the two youngest siblings would be asleep, and didn't want to disturb them.
this only leaves one room left, alex's room.
she knew he wasn't asleep, as she sees a dull light coming from the bottom of the door. she knocks quietly, before hearing a confused 'come in'.
"oh, hey," alex sits up in his bed, "i figured you'd be asleep."
y/n shakes her head, "no, uh danny came downstairs, then i tried to sleep in his room but cole started snoring. and i didn't want to bother any of the others," she now stands there awkwardly, still holding the blanket she took from the couch.
alex scoots over in his bed, and pats the blanket, "you can join me," he smiles but his instantly starts stuttering, "unless you don't want to, of course. i figured i'd offer cause you said you couldn't sleep-"
y/n's laugh cuts him off, "i'd love to," she sends him a smile as she climbs besides alex.
she notices the book in his lap, with a bookmark placed halfway inside, "i'm guessing you can't sleep either?"
alex shakes his head, "just had some things on my mind. reading usually helps me clear my head," he gestures to the book.
the two sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before y/n breaks it. "did you finish the history assignment for mr. norbit's class?"
alex shakes his head, "no not yet, i think i have a couple pages left."
y/n nods in response, before busying herself with her hands. she realized the two don't talk much outside of school, or their history work.
she also realized she's never been this nervous around alex before.
"what do you have on your mind?"
alex turns to the girl, his eyes break away from his book with confusion filling them.
y/n gestures to the book in his hands, "you said you reading helps you clear your head. do you want to talk about anything?"
alex knew he couldn't tell y/n what was on his mind. the very girl he couldn't stop thinking of was sitting right next to him. he couldn't remember a time where he didn't like y/n. he also couldn't help but get the feeling cole had liked her, and he didn't want a redo of what happened with paige.
alex simply shakes his head, "no, no it's kinda stupid."
"whatever it is, i won't think it's stupid."
alex tosses his book aside and faces y/n, "there's this girl, and i feel like she's falling for cole and his dumb cole effect. i mean every single girl i fall for, he has to show up and swoop her off her feet."
y/n doesn't say anything at first, which worries alex. she only leans forwards on her knees and wraps her arms around his shoulders. it doesn't take long for alex to hold onto the girl's waist.
y/n pulls away, making both her and alex's arms fall at their sides. she sits back against the headboard.
"so who's the girl you're head over heels for?"
alex laughs and shakes his head again, "i can't tell you that."
"what, why?" y/n groans with a smile, "how am i supposed to help you with girl trouble if i can't know what girl we're talking about?"
alex turns his head to avoids y/n's eyes, and his voice is much quieter than before. "it's you," he pauses, "the girl is you."
y/n's heart instantly warms, and she can't help but giggle, "you thought i fell for the cole effect?"
alex shrugs before running his hands over his face, "i- i don't know, every girl i like, cole ends up taking her from me."
y/n scoots over closer to alex, and rests her head on his shoulder. her voice is soft.
"cole could never take me away from you."
alex turns his body quickly, now facing y/n, "what do you mean?"
y/n giggles, "the cole effect hasn't worked on me, and it never will. now the alex effect, that hit me hard," she laughs more, only making alex laugh as well.
"the alex effect?" he recites.
"yeah," y/n smiles before playing with her chipped nail polish, "you make me nervous, and whenever someone walks into a room i'm hoping it's you. you're basically always on my mind."
a chuckle from alex cuts y/n off.
"what?" she asks.
"i make you nervous? i can't believe i was able to do that!" he laughs, and a blush appears on y/n's cheeks.
another comfortable silence feels alex's room, before alex reaches his hands out to hold onto y/n's. her eyes meet his, and she swore she felt her heart stopped. she watched as he looked between her eyes, and then down to her lips.
alex leans forward slightly. y/n gasps as she feels his breath over her parted lips. she takes her hands out of alex's to rest them on his cheeks, making her pull his face towards hers.
call it cheesy, but y/n felt fireworks once alex's lips were on hers. she's thought about kissing the boy before, but never imagined it like this. his lips were soft, and his hands were gentle as they moved to her waist.
alex turns his head to deepen the kiss, and pushes slightly, making y/n lean back onto his bed.
the kiss deepens a bit more, before the two pull away to take in a few deep breaths.
y/n plays with the hair at the base of his neck, "how long have you been waiting to do that?"
alex chuckles, "oh, only forever."
he leans back down to kiss her again and cuts off her intoxicating giggle in the process.
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pharawee · 4 months
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It's been a week already, so here I am with the third part of my Pit Babe novel commentary.
(You can find the first two parts here and here.)
First things first, though. North is an omega. Do with that information what you will. 🤡
Meanwhile, Charlie and Babe are back at it again (because of course they are) and this time they're not taking any prisoners. Poor Way is on the phone with Babe as Charlie does his best to please~ him. In various ways. Way is very confused. All he wants is for Babe to tell him which car he wants him to buy. You know, if this is Way's villain origin story then I'm not even mad.
Charlie mercifully ends the call before things can get a bit too obvious, only for Babe to pick up the phone again to make an x-rated recording of them going at it like bunnies. Keep this in mind for later.
But anyway. It's finally time for Charlie's initiation into Team X-Hunter - that is, if he manages to pass Alan's test: compete against Pit Babe himself. As if Charlie wasn't nervous enough about it already. Naturally, he loses, and he's really upset about it too - not because he failed the test but because he failed his friends. Aw. But no one really expected him to win against Babe anyway, Alan merely wanted to test his determination, and so he's welcomed as the newest member of the team. Competitive racing really is that easy, I guess.
One almost-love confession later (Babe can't quite bring himself to say it but he doesn't need to. Charlie knows.) they're back to actually teaching Charlie how to race. Since Babe is still healing from his injuries, he can only (very stylishly) watch from the sidelines as the other members of X-Hunter take over as Charlie's teachers. Today it's North's turn and remember? He's the only omega on the team. Naturally, Babe is jealous. They (dirty-)talk it out. Charlie can now smell Babe's emotions, while Babe has all but lost his heightened senses. Hm.
Later, in the locker room while Charlie is busy racing, Babe comes across Way. Or is it the other way around? It seems like Way really wants to talk to him - or rather, talk him out of being with Charlie. Something's really fishy about the way he phrases things. Manipulate, mansplain, malewife. Or something. But the thing is? For some strange reason it's working, even on someone as headstrong and stubborn as Babe (and the only reason why Babe isn't immediately giving in to Way's weirdly cruel love confession is because his heart is full of Charlie). All these moments when Way and he seemed so flirty and close? Suddenly they've become very, very creepy. Hmm.
Anyway. It's time for Charlie to pay another visit to his mysterious clients and/or family. He never really says (but we now know better). But, oh no! He's left his wallet! Luckily, he's got the world's best not-quite-boyfriend to try and catch up with him before it's too late.
And here's where things go very, very wrong.
(I'm putting the rest of this post under a cut because of major spoilers and a content warning for SA and grooming. Please take care.💜)
Because that's not a taxi Babe sees Charlie getting into. It's one of his "father's" limousines, along with some of his men. Preparing for the worst, Babe follows.
Meanwhile, Charlie is meeting up with his adopted father. Their coversation goes about as expected, with Charlie refusing to return home and bring Babe with him while he's at it, because they've indeed been adopted by the same man. Charming.
This is the moment when Babe barges into the room, thinking that he's here to save Charlie before very quickly realising the truth: that he's been manipulated and played and lied to.
I need you to realise how much of a nightmare this is for Babe. He's spent over a decade running from an adoptive father who wants to trap and abuse him, and now the only person he trusts (and loves, but we don't talk about that) has led him straight back into that trap.
So basically, Babe's sanity is slowly unravelling at the seams. He immediately takes off, with Charlie following him outside and into the rain (because of course it's raining - it's much more dramatic that way). When Charlie attempts to stop him and explain, Babe (understandably) lashes out. He punches Charlie's glasses right off his face, failing to understand why he's the one who's hurting when it's Charlie who should be feeling guilty.
Oh, and then there's this bit:
"I thought you liked racing…" Babe's voice was trembling and soft, completely different from before, "…I thought you loved me."
I barely survived reading this. I'm here for fun omegaverse shenanigans dammit!!
So, yeah, Babe returns home alone, and even though he doesn't want to, he forces himself to remember what happened with his adoptive father, because as it turns out Charlie's betrayal has the most horrifying of implications:
You see, Babe was adopted because he was an alpha with special abilities. But he wasn't the only one, there were other adopted alpha children with special abilities that Babe was never allowed to meet. Eventually, Babe learned about the existence of enigmas who stand above even alphas and are so strong (and thankfully rare) that they can turn any alpha they have sex with into omegas and impregnate them. Children from these unions have a 99% chance to be alphas with special abilities. See where this is going?
Let me spell it out for you - because clearly this isn't wtf-inducing enough: Babe is essentially the main ingredient in his adoptive father's breeding program.
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But wait! It gets even worse! 🤡🤡
Babe, alone and at his lowest, deduces that Charlie must the enigma that was sent to lure him back.
And if that's true, then maybe he's already been changed from an alpha into an omega (because his heightened senses are gone, remember?). Maybe he's already pregnant.
And this is what sends Babe completely over the edge (same here, Babe, same here...) because he is positively traumatised by the thought of having children and fulfilling his adoptive father's sick wishes. He doesn't want children. The very thought makes him sick. He values his autonomy above all else. He never even has sex with omegas because he refuses to get anyone pregnant.
Only now he's about to get a pregnancy test because he was stupid enough to fall for a cute, innocent boy with glasses.
Enter Charlie who of course still knows the code to Babe's condo. Babe barricades himself in his bedroom while Charlie tells him his side of the story. How he was adopted by the same man, and how he was quite content with his life until he learned about his father's plan to get one of his other adoptive children pregnant - by force if necessary. Charlie felt sorry for this older adoptive brother but since he only knew his name - Babe - he bid his time until he heard about a racer named Pit Babe. Charlie started hanging out at the races and in turn fell in love with racing (and with Babe).
Fast forward to now, only of course Babe doesn't believe him because he must be the enigma, right?
Nope, turns out Charlie is an alpha after all, only his special ability is stealing other alphas' special abilities.
And his grand plan? To take away what makes Babe special so their adoptive father will no longer be interested in breeding (ugh...) him.
Which leaves us (and Babe) with one problem: Wtf Charlie, you don't just steal people's abilities without their consent - especially not when you claim to love them.
So yeah, their whole relationship is based on lies and manipulation, and Charlie essentially stole Babe's heightened senses by having sex with him.
Babe starts crying, Charlie starts crying, then they start having hatesex (which usually ends all their arguments). This fixes things for about five minutes until Babe starts sobbing for real. He wants Charlie to leave. He can't even stand to look at him.
And so Charlie leaves and moves in with his other adoptive brother, Jeff. We'd already established that Jeff is an omega. However, he's a special omega (because why else would he have been adopted too?).
Jeff can see the future. 🤡🤡🤡
He was incredibly valuable to their adoptive father until he probably realised what that meant for him, so one day Jeff took a stroll outside and let himself get hit by a car, claiming that this had him lose his abilities. Naturally, he was promptly discarded, but he seems to live a comfortable life protected by Charlie. He's exactly as aloof as Pon plays him in the series. I love Jeff, ok?
Meanwhile, Babe's back to his old habits, trying to chase away his thoughts of Charlie by getting it on with other alphas. Only it doesn't work. He blames their scent, of course, but he's clearly still hung up on Charlie. Drunk and miserable, he rediscovers the spicy video of Charlie and him that he recorded on his phone and promptly starts masturbating (as you do). When Charlie calls him, he picks up out of habit. Babe is angry (and horny) and Charlie is sad (and horny) so they have phone sex (and they're still really into calling each other papa and daddy - which, you know, there might be better pet names considering who's their adoptive father but ok).
Babe still doesn't want to see Charlie, and as Charlie later aptly puts it:
"Because I chose the starting point myself without asking him. So now I have to let him choose the ending he is most comfortable with."
Much, much later, the racing season picks back up again. Turns out the whole race track had to shut down for an investigation into Babe's accident. It's Charlie's first race and there's some kind of qualifying for future rounds. But, surprise! Babe will be racing too. He's too stubborn to let Charlie win the title. To the surprise of absolutely no one (except for Charlie who's worried about Babe's barely-healed injuries) Babe easily wins, with Charlie (who's overwhelmed by his new heightened senses) coming in fourth place. Plot twist (but really actually not...): Babe doesn't need to rely on his senses to win because he has years of experience to draw from.
After the race, Charlie follows Babe into the locker room. They talk it out. This somehow involves a blowjob but I'm not judging. Babe still won't forgive Charlie, saying:
"You think I love you more than I love myself?"
Which is an incredibly powerful thing to say and I hope they keep this for the series.
Later that night, Babe meets up with Way because he doesn't want to be alone. Things with him have been awkward since that day in the locker room when Way basically confessed, but for some reason Babe won't hold it against him. Way is right, after all (Hmmm.). Only, Way won't let things be and somehow, without Babe noticing, they're suddenly kissing.
And then Babe goes motionless and still as Way starts undressing him. He's stopped just in time by a very panicky Charlie. When Babe comes to he doesn't know what's going on until Charlie tells him.
Way is their adoptive brother and he can hypnotise alphas.
Because DUN DUN DUN! Way is the enigma.
To be continued. 🤡🤡🤡🤡
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katskitoshi · 2 years
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"MY TYPE IS," WITH OBEY ME.
synopsis: obey me brothers react to [name] who responds to a "what's your type?" question with their name.
characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub & belphegor (separately) x gender neutral! reader
dateables version: here ["my type is," dateables]
includes: cursing
asmo, as always, was asking questions to you with everyone present. the demon brothers, diavolo, barbatos, solomon and simeon were all there. none of them were paying attention to the questions or conversation - well, until asmo asked, "what's your type, [name]?"
LUCIFER: THE MIGHTY FIRST-BORN
"well, my type would be smart, serious, but also soft. basically, lucifer."
can you repeat that? i think lucifer might be dying from overheating and then that love pride swelling in his chest where his quick-beating heart is.
he tried not to look away from diavolo, but even diavolo heard.
"ah! lucifer, did you hear that? [name] likes you too!"
lucifer blushed as he recomposed himself.
he quickly regrets letting diavolo know about his crush on the human exchange student because both asmo's and your head turned to the pair.
diavolo practically forced lucifer to go up to you.
you were full blown blushing while he was slightly red and well composed.
"i heard i'm your type," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. you were staring in his eyes, and you were flustered. "yeah..." "and i can also assume you have a crush on me as well?" "right again, haha..." you try to look away before the hand that was on your shoulder was cupping your face and turning you towards him. your eyes locked with each other.
"good thing you're my type too, [name]."
MAMMON: THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN
"my type just has to be mammon, ya' know? he's just so pretty and perfect. plus, he’s my first!"
him? the scummy one? really? pretty? perfect too?
he could barely hear levi getting mad at him for not paying him back over the loud thumping in his chest.
he's always been the greedy one, and he simply had to have you as soon as he heard you liked him back.
of course, against every thought in his head, he decided to wait. he was the avatar of greed, he wants what he wants when he wants is, but he'll wait. for you, he tells himself as a can't wait for this gathering to be over.
when it is over and you both get some alone time together, he can't help but feel a bit nervous about approaching it. but he's greedy, and needs you.
"oi, human," he says as he walked into your room. it was a common occurrence, your room was like his second one. "i'm not giving you any pocket grim and i don't have your wrist watch. i think levi's keeping it until he gets his grim." you chuckle a bit while turning to him. "no, it's just that i-um heard from you and asmo that i'm you're type..."
you were both blushing messes "y-yep. you're right mammon. i like you too.."
"w-well of course you do! everyone loves the great mammon! only an idiot wouldn't have me as their type! and i-um guess you're my type too, human,"
LEVIATHAN: THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN
"someone- no, levi would be my ideal type. it has to be him. i'd even prefer him to a 2d character!"
YOU'D PREFER HIM TO AN ANIME CHARACTER???!??!? AND IT HAS TO BE HIM??!?!
he (not-very) casually passes out in the middle of an argument with mammon.
before he's out, his nose starts bleeding, he's really blushy, he starts to sweat and shake a bit and starts muttering:
"[n-n-n-n-[name] - th-they i-" then he passes out,
when the gathering is over, he's taken to his room where you, being the dedicated simp you are, decided to wait for him to wake up.
when he does, he remembers everything and starts getting really blushy again.
"levi, are you goo-" "[NAME] Y-YOU'D PEFER ME TO AN A-ANIME CHARACTER? I'M YOUR TYPE? THERE'S LOTS OF PEOPLE BETTER THAN BE AN YOU REALLY CAN DO BETTER THAN SOME SHUT IN OTAKU LIKE ME!"
you sigh, "i don't want them, i want you, levi. i love you. "
queue blushing, nose bleed, and muttering
"i-i love you too, [name]. i guess you're my type even though you're a normie."
SATAN: THE CYNICAL FOURTH-BORN
"personally, my type is smart and pretty - so satan's my ideal person!"
doth this bookworm's ears mishear? nope, you just back-hand confessed to him, called him smart, pretty, and you said he's the type you'd want.
straight out of book too. his cheeks were pink and his was flustered. he was also happy - very happy. not the façade he puts up as the avatar of wrath, but genuine happiness. is this what being in the celestial realm feels like?
anyways, he decides to confront you straight up. why wait?
he pulls you away from asmo, where you and him walk towards the library in the demon lord's castle.
he kinda skips going over the part where he's your type and jumps to the parts where he's asking you out on a date. he really wants you to be his lover!
"so you like smart and pretty people? i knew i was smart, but i didn't know i fell under the category of pretty for you. good thing you fall under the category of pretty for me. i love you, [name]. will you go on a date with me?
ASMODEUS: THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN
"my type would defiantly be someone like you asmo. actually, you! you're my type, i have eyes for no one else! i love you for you asmo, flaws in all if you have any!"
squeals really loudly and clings himself to you. all the things you do to him, [name]!
he casually grabs the attention of the entire room. he's blushing. never really been in a non-platonic relationship where someone's cared about the non-sexual part of the relationship or him in general.
he knew that this was real love, not lust, when he started thinking about the relationship and not just the sexual parts and when he wanted this to be the romantic last relationship he was in.
he's glad that you have taste. who wouldn't love him?
casually asks you out there and then
"ah! [name], you're my type too! how about a date tomorrow at resonance six? i just have to make you mines as soon as possible! &lt;;3"
BEELZEBUB: THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN
"my type would be beelzebae. he's strong but also a sweetheart. and i love the way he eats. honestly, i'd kill to have him as my boyfriend!"
he really didn't mean to eavesdrop!
if you didn't want him to hear, don't stand near the food!
well, he was red, and not from the pepper curry.
and the nickname? you gotta call him beelzebae more and to his face.
you don't have to kill anyone! just ask and he'll be boyfriend for you.
if you want, he'll make the first move.
you think he's strong? and that he's a sweetheart? makes his heart ache in a good way more that his stomach.
oh shit, his stomach growled and both you and asmo looked over to him after the loud grumbling sound.
asmo smirked, "oh, beel! i'm gonna go over there with solomon! see ya' later!~" he quickly walked away. "did you hear me and asmo'd conversation?"
he nod's slowly.
"[name], i like you too. you don't have to kill anyone! i'll be your boyfriend now! i'm glad you think i'm strong and a sweetheart too! and could you, um - call me beelzebae more?"
BELPHEGOR: THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN
"my type? i'd like someone who'd nap and cuddle with me, ya' know? just someone to take lazy days every day with. maybe that's why i like belphie so much."
even though you thought belphie was sleeping, don't think it was a good idea discussing feeling about him around him.
he was sleeping, well - until asmo asked what your type was.
yeah, he made some mistakes in the past, but you said you were cool with him, so that makes it okay, right?
even if it doesn't, it didn't stop the fact that belphie caught feelings, and apparently, you did too.
he decided that the best course of action would be to confront you about it when you two cuddle together later tonight.
when the time came, you both were laying on the bed together.
he snuggled up closer to you. to the point where he was on top of you. you were near falling asleep but you tried to keep yourself awake to hear what he was saying.
"you know, i wasn't sleeping earlier at that gathering thing. i heard what you and asmo were saying. i didn't strike you as the type to like me."
that woke you up. "you heard? i didn't mean it i swea-mhm!" he kissed you, his hands intertwining with your own.
"don't worry about it, [name]. we can nap and cuddle and take lazy days all you want. you're my type anyways."
dateables version: here ["my type is," dateables]
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papercupids · 10 months
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living w svt; headcanons ('97 line version)
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pairing -> minghao x reader, mingyu x reader, seokmin x reader.
warnings -> being sick in hao's part, mentions of alcohol and being drunk in seokmin's.
word count -> 1533 words.
a/n -> mingyu's part has me so weak in my heart n knees but also seokmin's <3333 let me know if yall want a 96/95 line version!
-> read the maknae line version here! -> read the '96 line version here!
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☆ minghao.
it was afternoon already and no matter how many times you planned to wake up on a reasonable time on the weekend, it never really happened. but then you couldn't get yourself to be very harsh about it to yourself or minghao, after all these were the days that you would really get to be together and to relax.
he was still sleeping when you woke up and deciding to make something, stepped inside the kitchen. you did feel kind of odd but it only got focused on when minghao came up behind you.
he had his arms around from the back, "we should go back to sleep,"
"we need to eat, hao,"
"wait, wait," his voice suddenly sounded much more awake than before, he came beside you and asked you to face him.
"why do you feel so warm?" he touched your arm, and then neck and then finally your forehead. "are you kidding me? you have a fever, go back to bed, i'll make you something,"
"i don't think-"
"hush, i don't even know how you managed to be sick, god, you’re so irresponsible, i need to make chicken soup now. and why are you still standing there? go to bed. you’re lucky tomorrow is a sunday. sleep it off."
he keeps on muttering, he acts like a complete asian mother when it comes to you being sick. and true to his words, he comes in a while later with a bowl of chicken soup in his hands and as you sip on it, he checks your temperature again.
"we need a wet cloth,"
so after you’re done with the soup, he wets a towel and puts it to your head.
"how do you feel?"
"a little headache,"
"okay, okay, here's what we're going to do, you’re going to close your eyes and i'm going to call you when the dinner's ready, you’re not getting up before that unless it's to use the bathroom, okay?"
"yes, sir,"
he brings a bottle of water and keeps it on the bedside table.
"keep drinking this until you fall asleep, okay?"
you nod your head.
you didn’t think it was that big of a fever, maybe a routine one that wasn't that serious but minghao's strict mom mode has turned on and you were sure your efforts of trying to tell him that this was nothing would be met with him shutting you up, so you lay in bed.
as he leaves to make you dinner, you call out his name.
"hao,"
"what's wrong, baby?"
"can't you just order something? please stay with me,"
his eyes soften and he sits beside you on the bed, he strokes your face gently, it's not as warm as it was before. and he removes the towel and bows down to kiss your forehead.
"i love you,"
☆ mingyu.
"five more minutes, baby, jus' five more,"
mingyu's arm is wrapped around you entirely, and you have no choice but to oblige. as five minutes pass (you're not consciously looking at the clock, but you’re just nervous) you call out to him again.
"mingyu? baby? five minutes are up," you can't turn your head due to the close proximity and the grip that he has on you but you guess that he's asleep.
"mingyu, we need to go, your parents are going to be waiting for us,”
“I think it’s okay if we delay it to next week, it’s not everyday we get to sleep in like this,”
“Mmhm, while that is true, we made a commitment and we need to follow through on it,”
In between your bickering, your phone rings, and you push out from mingyu’s arms to reach it, and get up, clear your throat.
“It’s your mother,”
“Why is she calling you not me-” you sit down on the bed.
“Sh, yes, we’re about to come there,” mingyu tries getting up to listen in, but you keep on pushing him away.
“Oh, is that so?”
He looks at you confused.
“No worries, it’s alright,”
“Yes, yes, we don’t mind at all,”
“He’s doing good, he’s in the bath right now,” to which mingyu lets out a laugh, you were a little too good at this.
And he wondered how better you would be.
He thought about the ring. The one in his work bag a few steps way but he put away his thoughts as he asked you what his mother said.
“She said your dad got them both tickets for a movie today and we’d have to cancel the lunch, he forgot we had it scheduled,”
His happiness knew no bounds, “come back to bed now, please, babe,”
“Ugh, fine, you have me,”
As you snuggle into bed again, it gets quiet, mingyu has suddenly become quiet.
“Mingyu, everything okay?”
Mingyu turns to your side, his expressions suddenly serious.
“Why are you looking at me?” you laugh because you don’t have a clue what he’s doing.
“Say i ask you to marry me, what would be your answer?”
And you weren’t laughing anymore, “don’t joke about this mingyu,”
His voice drops to almost a whisper and you see it in his eyes, “i’m not joking, i would never joke about it,”
You lean into him and place a kiss on his forehead, “yes, yes i would,”
“Really?” his face lights up. “You’re not just saying that right?”
“You just said it yourself, why would i joke about it?”
“Well, wait then,” he gets out of the comforter and runs outside the room, to his study room, and comes back, his hands behind his back.
“Mingyu, oh my god, you didn’t,”
“Oh, but i did,”
You’re on the verge of tearing up when he slowly brings his hands to the front and gets down on his knee. This is how you execute a perfect proposal - intimate, spontaneous, and comfortable.
“I love you,” you whisper as he slips the ring on your finger, when he gets up, he picks you up and swirls you around, normally you would protest but today you can’t help but let all your care and worry melt away.
☆ seokmin.
seokmin is the first one to notice it, always. the slow fluttering of your eyes, the way your conversations start dwindling with others and the way your words slowly start slurring together. he's the first one to notice that you're way too tired of this gathering, and you want, more than anything but you won't ever say it in fear that you ruin seokmin's evening, to go home.
but what you never understood was that all of this came very secondary to him - sure, he loved his friends, sure he loved hanging out with them but when you needed him, then that is where he'll be. always.
so he takes your hand in his, surprised at how cold it is, even after all this time, even when he knows that your body temperature has always been fairly cooler than his.
"i'm kinda tired," he says, "can we leave?" one of the main tricks here was to flip the situation on him, you never came straight out and told him, even when he asked you multiple times so he gave up and used his telepathic abilities for you.
"are you sure?" you ask, maybe it was the fact that seokmin noticed or maybe those were your soulmate cells that got exhausted of social gatherings at the same time, you thought.
he nods at you, "i think i've had enough drinks for tonight, let’s go,"
he bids goodbye to his friends, who plan on leaving soon too, and you hug the ones that had made your evening so happy.
afterwards in the taxi, you lay your head on his shoulders.
"seokmin?"
"hmmm?"
"we're going home,"
you bring up your linked hands together to point what you mean. home, with him.
"yes, baby, our home." he grins.
and you don't remember when you knock out on his shoulder.
you have no clue of how you made it from the taxi to the apartment but somehow with seokmin supporting your frame and the walls and railings helping you, you do make it and the next thing you remember is the way seokmin tucks you in, and you realize you've been changed out of your uncomfortable outdoor clothes too, he's so gentle with it that you can forget that he's just as tired as you, possibly more. and then he grabs the blue bottle.
"removing makeup?" your grammar is really not the best when you're drowsy, but he nods.
after he's done, he changes his clothes himself and then gets into bed, glad that he can finally go to sleep, and right beside you.
now, he knows you're sleeping, but he can't help but pull you in closer, feel you. it was such a wonder to him in the past that you were actually dating him, and he could actually you his, but now this was all the more wonderful, that you would actually be in his arms every night. the day could bring on whatever it wanted to, as long as he had the nights with you, he would do it all and more for you.
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lucifersimp333 · 1 year
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MC's Rope
NSFW
18+ ONLY
MINORS DNI AND DO NOT READ
MINORS AND AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
LuciferXmc
Reader has female anatomy
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( I fucking love how Lucifer looks in this photo, I had to use it)
Though Lucifer always had a soft spot for you, you managed to piss him off enough to be strung by the ceiling. You allowed Mammon to persuade you in to one of his money making schemes, and of course it didnt go as planned. You caught Lucifer on a bad day, and though he didn't tie your restraints as tight as he does with his brothers, you're still suspended from the ceiling.
About 30 minuets being suspended from the ceiling, he decided to check on you to see how you're holding up to your restraints. You're human, which means you're fragile. He walks in the hallway you're hung in and the smell of your arousal smacks him in the face. He can smell when you're aroused, thanks to his demon powers. "Hey Lucifer!" you say as you're hung by your torso, arms tied behind your back. "Hello, MC" he says. He keeps a calm look on his face, but inside his thoughts are swirling. Do you like being punished? Is this turning you on as much as he feels turned on? " I assume you want to be released now." he says as he steps closer to you, reaching his hand up to a stray piece of rope to let you down, hiding his arousal. " Nah, I don't mind being here." you brush off, giving him a slight smile. His hand stops in his tracks, and he can't help but grow a sinister smirk. He puts his hand back down to his side. " Very well, I'll let you be." he says as he turns away from you and walks down the hall, feeling his pants getting tight. That's just what he did, let you be. He let you hang there for the rest. Hours later Satan finally found you and decided to get you down, mentally cursing Lucifer for letting a human be suspended in the air for hours on end.
Time passes and dinner is finished. As you're at the table cleaning up your plate, Lucifer announces " MC, come to my room in 10. We need to discuss a few things." You eyes widen and you quickly glance at Mammon. " oooooooo, I smell a lecture! ~" Asmo sings. "See what happens when you hang out with Mammon? You get in to all sorts of trouble! Next time you're bored, just come to my room instead, MC~". You give Asmo and Mammon a quick worried glance as you wash your dishes. Great, you're going to spend the rest of your night hearing Lucifer nag about your decisions made with Mammon. You got bored and decided to go to the casino with Mammon, how were you supposed to know he was trying to rig the slot machines?
You knock on Lucifer's door and enter his room after hearing a stern "Come in". You shut the door behind you. " Hey Lucifer, look I'm sor-" you try to say, but Lucifer cuts you off. "Lock it" he demands, standing in the middle of his room with his arms crossed. You obey his order and lock the door behind you, your hands trembling with nervousness. You turn to face him, and he strides towards you. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, "So, you like being tied up, do you?" You're face gets flushed and you avoid his gaze. "I- I guess you could say that..." you say in a nervous voice.
He smirks a sinister grin as he leans in to kiss you. He walks you backwards to the wall while kissing you and pulls out a rope that was tucked away in his coat pocket. He turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. He takes your arms and begins to make Shabari knots starting at your wrist and working them up past your elbows. Your heart pounds and your panties dampen, you can't help but to clench your thighs together in anticipation. He grabs you by the knots on your arms and walks you to his bed.
He bends you over the bed, hand behind your neck as he pins your face into the pillow. With his free hand, he pulls your underwear and panties off. "You dirty whore, you like being tied up, don't you? Just look at how wet you're getting." He slides his hand in between your legs, sticking two fingers inside of you. He curls his fingers into a C shape and pulls up, pressing against your spongey G spot. You let out a muffled pleased cry in the pillow, spreading your legs apart for easier access. "Just what I thought, a fucking whore." he confirms. He begins to finger fuck you with his leather glove dripping of your slick. He lets go of your neck with his left hand and spreads your pussy lips apart, wanting a full view of your wet cunt being fucked by his fingers. "L-Lucifer!" You cry. "Shut the fuck up! Whores aren't allowed to speak!" he barks, slapping you on the ass with his left hand, continuing to finger fuck you with his right. You let out a yelp and shove your face back in the pillow. "You're not supposed to enjoy the punishments you receive. You liked being hung from the ceiling, didn't you? You wanted to be selfish and enjoy it, avoiding an adequate punishment. You can't deceive me, MC." he snarls, shoving his leathered fingers deeper in your pussy.
He pulls his fingers out and gets on his knees behind you. He shoves his demon tongue into your heat, hand on each ass cheek. He groans with satisfaction as he rubs and squeezes your ass, enjoying his view and savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue, making you moan into the bedsheets. The rope around your arms makes it impossible to prop yourself up and completely vulnerable. Once he's had enough of your taste, he stands back up. You can hear the buckle of his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. He grabs you by the rope on your arms and slides his demon cock into your heat. You scream with pleasure and arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air. He pulls you in to his thrusts by the rope on your arms, making you ram against his body hard and loud. The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against his body and your moans in the bedsheet fill the room. "Whores like you always need force in order to correct their actions." Lucifer spits while pulling on the rope tighter, causing your back to arch and your face to peel off the bed. " Will you be a good whore for now on?" he asks through his teeth. "y-yes!! Yes Lucifer!" you cry through your moans. "LIES! Say it like you mean it!" He shouts, thrusting harder into you. You can feel his dick sink deeper into your torso, almost as if it's tickling the bottom of your lungs. " I'll be a g-good whore, Lucifer-er!" you howl, creaming all over his dick. You shake with pleasure and grow weak after your orgasm, pussy throbbing. Lucifer pulls out of you and makes you stand by pulling you up by your rope. He turns you around, holding you upright with his arms. " I hope you have learned your lesson not to cause me headache any longer. However, I am always willing to give you a reminder not to misbehave whenever it is needed."
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tulipsbymybed · 7 months
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I've been wanting to send you my Leon brainrot for ages now, but I always get super shy about going into talented writers' askbox (even on anon). I figured why the heck not, though, since I really wanna just share my thoughts haha
But okay like re2r leon who is by no means inexperienced but is just like... low-key awkward when getting with someone? Especially when he's horny and impatient, hahaa. So he's all like fingers and thumbs, kissing hurriedly, all teeth and tongue while he fumbles to get a hand down reader's pants mmmmm idk I guess I just have a thing for awkward undertones when doing the devil's tango
mmmmmmmmmmBOY
18+ minors dni!!!
had an idea for this i couldn't ignore so here you get a lil drabble just for funsies!!!
also NEVER BE SHY THIS WAS A BRILLIANT ASK TO GET!! LET PEOPLE BE CLUMSY AND AWKWARD IN SEX!!!! WOULD LOVE MORE ASKS FROM YOU MY LOVE NEVER BE ASHAMED OR EMBARRASSED OR NERVOUS!!!
He can't fucking believe this.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Unbelievable.
Like he could be any worse, honestly.
Leon has paused, halfway through eating you out, with his face hovering above your cunt and his lips parted a few milimetres. His breath blows gently across your core and makes you shiver, but he seems too preoccupied to notice.
However, he blinks out of his momentary trance when you gently touch a hand down to his cheek, brushing your fingers over the bone and asking softly if anything is wrong?
He has no idea how to tell you. He knows he's shit, that he's being awkward as fuck, but does he really have to voice it? Out loud? To you of all people? The only person he truly wants to please, that he wants approval from, and he's about to say the most embarrassing shit ever.
His fumbling when he tried to take your bra off was one thing. His fingers just didn't move properly, it was like his mind wasn't getting the signals through for what he needed them to do. Leon passed it off as just being so eager to see you, so excited that he could hardly control himself.
It was just another tiny thing when he'd lurched forward to kiss you and clacked your teeth together. Easily glossed over, neither of you paid that much attention. Well, that's a lie. You'd grinned and thought his eagerness was sweet, Leon had flushed and hoped to god you didn't put it all together and figure out how clumsy and needy he is.
So only two things, easily moved on from. Only two, until he'd pushed his hand down to your waistband and created Embarrassing Moment Three.
First, he'd tried to slip his hand inside the material and just tease you a little. Just rub his hand over you until he could move and get your trousers off properly. But of course, he did it wrong. He'd missed your waistband and just palmed his hand over the front of the fabric, felt the heat rise in his cheeks and lifted his hand to try again. Then, he'd gotten his hand half stuck in your waistband. He'd incorrectly guessed how tight it would be and ended up kissing you slowly as his mind was preoccupied, attempting sluggishly to worm his hand down into your pants.
Then, after he'd somehow managed to salvage the situation and tease you a little and pull his hand out again, Leon had attempted to undo your fly as he kissed you. He was too clumsy, obviously. Naturally, he thinks bitterly.
In the end he'd had to stop kissing you and look down because he just couldn't work his fingers around the button on your jeans. Apparently it didn't matter that his jeans have the same fly and opening, he just struggled so fucking much undoing yours. Of course. God forbid he looks like he knows what he's doing with you.
So now he's leaning back on his haunches, certain that when he tells you, you'll piece together how awkward and clumsy he's been already, and that you'll decide maybeee you don't wanna do this anymore with him...
When he looks up at you, you ask again if anything is wrong. He feels your fingers brush over his cheekbone again and he suddenly can't stop from blurting it out, how he's so fucking sorry he's being so bad at this, he's not terrible he's actually not but it's just all happening and he can't get himself in gear and he knows he's been awkward and weird as shit so far and he's so sorry he was truly enjoying himself but now he has hair in his mouth and he doesn't know how to get it off his tongue without offending you or ruining the moment, though he's fairly certain he's done that already so-
He's stopped by your laugh. A happy snicker that escapes you as you curl your torso up over where he's settled between your thighs.
Then you just tell him it's fine, it happens. You have hair and he's literally shoving his tongue into your cunt, quite enthusiastically at that, so it's bound to happen. He eases a little when you tell him that the first time you blew a guy, you'd read too much and watched more than you should, you got overeager and excited, too smug and then you were gagging pretty fucking hard. Not the sexy kind of gag that guys seems to like so much, but the one where you had to run to the toilet because you thought you'd actually vomit. The kind where you couldn't continue afterwards, mood officially killed.
Leon settles down more at that, chuckles along with you at the story, before he licks gently at your thigh next to his face. The wiry hair on his tongue sticks to your skin and he smiles at it, before grinning up at you and diving back in. It's messy and sloppy, tongue moving in big awkward strokes, but fuck if it doesn't feel good. It's definitely more clumsy than some other experiences, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't still hit all the right spots.
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imnotlauriane · 1 year
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BTS before/after they regret rejecting their last soulmate | headcanon
Where the hell did that come from? No idea jsjsjsk, I guess I just wanted pain. This is angst, no happy ending (you die)
Wrote this while half asleep so yeah
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At first, they all thought it was the right thing to do.
They felt complete together, they didn't need anyone else by their side, so when Namjoon was the first one to feel a new soulmate bond take place as they were leaving work, he felt annoyed.
"You can't be serious" was his first thought, and it wasn't a pleasant one. There was no way this could be real, why now of all times?
It wasn't hard to find you. You had that look on your face, was it joy? Fascination? He knew they were a handsome group, but come on, you couldn't possibly feel proud of yourself for gaping at them like this.
When he approached you, you were blushing, nervous, you looked like a fan and it just irked him for some reason. They couldn't have a fan for soulmate, that wasn't going to work.
You tried to introduce yourself, but Namjoon cut you off instantly with the others standing close behind him, their postures and expressions closed off.
"We don't need another soulmate, we're just fine the way we are so please don't try to bother us with the bond, it would be distracting to have your emotions get in the way of our work" he'd said.
And as the crushing heartbreak fell upon them all from your side of the bond, all they saw on your face was the light go out in your eyes.
Maybe this was going to be easy after all? They didn't say anything more, nor did you, and as they left, you watched in silence, not a single emotion visible on your face - your soul was the real victim there.
Days passed after that bothersome situation and they wouldn't feel a lot coming from you, which they were all thankful for, at first.
They didn't think about the fact that you could feel all of their joy, they really didn't care, but on your side, it was like hell.
You were all alone, in your big, empty apartment. Your animal had just given its last breath in your arms and you felt empty, broken.
Not only did your soulmates reject you without even giving you a chance, but you also had to lose the only soul in the world that loved you.
Seokjin was the first to grow worried when a week later, he still couldn't feel anything coming from you. He couldn't help it, you were connected to his soul and he had access to the deepest part of yourself, yet you were like a blank sheet, that disturbed him.
He tried to talk about it with his soulmates, but only Taehyung and Hoseok seemed to share his concerns.
What was going on? A small part of themselves wanted to find out, but they never made any attempts because they knew that the others wouldn't be happy, so they kept wondering in silence.
It's only about a month later when Jimin woke up in tears after getting a dream of your past.
Were you always so alone?
It began to not feel right anymore for them to keep you out like this when they all started to get dreams of your life, when they shared them all only to get a heartbreaking bigger picture - you really had no one by your side after the death of your dearly loved animal.
After a bit of consulting each other, they made the decision of trying to find you. It was just to check on you at first, nothing more than that.
Then they started to wish that maybe they could at least be friends.
And after that, they thought that maybe they could give you a try - you were their soulmate so you had to fit in, right?
They searched for a long time, their possible acceptance of you quickly turning into longing and pain the more they searched and found nothing, the bond on your end so silent that they feared the worst.
You couldn't be gone, right?
Namjoon wanted to apologize so badly for the way he coldly rejected you that day, he doesn't even know anymore why the sight of you had bothered him so much when you actually looked so sweet.
They all kept hoping until Jungkook turned the page in the newspaper to find your face amongst those who passed recently.
It said there that you had no family and that your ashes would be used as soil in the city's special garden to be reborn as a flower so that you would find peace in the afterlife, and before he could explain his discovery, he burst into tears.
You were gone, you had died entirely on your own and he couldn't stop himself from believing that it was their fault, it had to be.
When Yoongi found him sobbing, when his eyes saw your picture on the paper, he felt his soul crumble into pieces.
He was probably one of those who searched for you the most, yet there you were, now forever out of reach. He should've fought for you, yet he kept his mouth shut and closed his eyes, as if none of this concerned him. He should've done more.
When they tell their group of soulmates about you, they all fall into intense guilt and despair, would you still be alive today if they had accepted you right from the beginning?
A week of mourning later, they visited the garden where you were apparently to become flowers, and when they finally found your stone in a shadowed corner by the fence, they hurt even more when they saw the grass and little flowers already wilted.
Even here, where you were supposed to be granted peace, you were rejected.
The seven men will spend their entire lives wondering about what could've been had they made a different decision, the heavy silence coming from your end an eternal reminder of how they killed you with their rejection.
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hellfiremunsonn · 7 months
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Desperate. Joseph Quinn x Reader
Desperate.
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I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT
Summary: Attending the premier of Josephs new film Hoard, you get a little needy seeing him in his element, so you take matters into your own hands... literally.
18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.
Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, established relationship, Josephs a bit dom, praise, pet names (baby, babe, dove, little thing) swearing, dirty talk I guess? suggestive. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)
AN: apparently I'm still capable of writing! Who knew! Hope you guys like it. NOT PROOF READ
Wordcount: 1k
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You were antsy, but you always were when you attended these premier with Joe. No matter how big or small, your nerves were always amped up to 100 and although Joe claimed to be as nervous as you, you could never tell with how perfectly he handled it all. 
Smiles and laughs, cracking jokes, the man could have everyone swooning over him in the matter of seconds. It came so effortlessly to him, and it was an honour to watch. 
Your hand clung tightly to the back of his black button up, posing for pictures with him, smiling towards the many shouting photographers with their flashing cameras. Josephs hand firm on your hip, a grounding sentiment to help with the nerves. 
When you stepped away so Joseph and his costars could get photographed together you felt your heart squeeze watching them all together. You also wanted to bite Joseph for how goddamn good he looked. With that stupid watch you helped pick out, snug on his wrist. You didn't know why it was such a turn on, but it was, and later when he was taking pictures with Laura Lightfoot Leon, while wearing that cream coloured jumper, with his curly hair and goofy smile, you thought you might explode if you didn't have him soon. 
Joseph can tell something is up, he's watching you shift your weight from foot to foot, legs crossing over each other but he can't decipher what's got you so fidgety. When he finishes taking pictures he saunters back over to you, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, a lazy smile on his face and you had to fight the urge moan at the sight of him. Hands going straight for your waist, you step up only slightly to wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you closer. 
"Sun getting to you?" He asks, one hand coming up to your cheek, thumb resting on the apple of it, feeling its warmth under it. 
You shake your head. "No, why?" You ask tilting your head. 
"You look a little flushed, maybe we should get you inside" he smiles, one arm still wrapped around your waist. Your cheeks burn hotter, was it obvious to anyone else how badly you craved him?
Making your way into the air conditioned venue he walked you down a long hallway away from so many people, with the nod of a security guard who allowed you both to pass. "There's a green room over here, we can have a moment to ourselves for a bit, without all the chaos" 
Although the sentiment was nice, and you loved that he wanted to have a soft moment with you but you couldn't wait any longer. Rounding the corner you tugged on his hand pulling him a little harshly until you were both out of view from any potential onlookers. Your hands are trembling when they reach his belt, trying to get it off quickly. "Babe, baby, woah-" he sounds like he's going to stop you but his hands don't move from where they rest on either side of your ribcage. 
You're about to complain about the belt buckle when it slips free, and you rush to pop the button and pull the zipper down just enough to slide your hand past the two layers separating you from his cock. He groans softly when your hand brushes against his already hardening length, the soft tuff of his pubes tickling your skin as you begin to palm him. 
"I'm so horny Joey" you babble, leaning your head forward so it rests against his chest, watching your hand disappear into his pants. "Need you" you mumble, looking back up at him with desperate eyes. "Need you so bad"
"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth, pulling your face towards him with a firm hand on the back of your neck so he can kiss you. It's messy and clumsy, and you can't control the needy moan that slips from you when you feel his tongue touch yours. You grip him a little harder in your hand, feeling him stiffen more with each desperate stroke. 
"Baby I can't fuck you in a- fuuuuck" his words are cut off by another firm squeeze. "I can't fuck you in a hallway" he says a bit quieter glancing down each end of the hall.
"Then don't fuck me" you say, removing your hand from him, only to reach up under the skirt of your dress to pull off your soaked panties, shoving them into the front pocket of his pants. "Just touch me, please, anything" you beg bringing his hand between your legs, your intertwined fingers dancing along your slick folds together. 
"Holy shit" he mumbles in disbelief. Your knees start to buckle the second he makes contact with your clit, your hand falling away to hold onto his bicep to keep yourself up. "Baby" he coos, rubbing you slowly, your slick covering his fingers. He removes his hand from you slowly and you whine, instantly reaching down to redirect his hand but he stops you. 
"Gimme a second my love, I've got something better, come here" he pulls you closer, wet fingers digging into the plush of your thighs where he hitches it up against his hip. He takes both of your hands and pulls them up to his shoulders. "Hold onto me" he instructs before taking his cock in his hand, pushing his pants down just enough to get it out. Swiping it against your entrance you hum, head tilting back exposing your neck to him where he places a few small kisses.
"You're fucking filthy you know that?" he pushes slightly, not enough to slip in but enough to have your mind going fuzzy. "Needy little thing, in the middle of a premier, you're so desperate for cock that you're willing to get caught for it huh?" he teases, but you shake your head no, holding onto his shoulders a little harder when you feel him push just a bit more. 
"No?" He questions. "Oh so you're not desperate for cock?"
"Jus' yours" you mumble. "Only yours" your eyes meet his and Joseph swears he could cum from that look alone. 
His smile is almost sinister when he looks at you but you can still see the love there. "Thats a good fucking answer" he praises while finally pushing himself entirely into you. 
"Oh-Ohmygod" You whimper, shoving your face into his neck, fingers clutching at any piece of him you can touch. He tugs you closer somehow, while his hips pull back every so slightly only to shove himself right back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your lower abdomen ache with how full he's making you feel. The one leg that you're balanced on is trembling with how hard you're trying to keep yourself steady, the six inch heels no longer a good idea. "M'gunna have to carry you out of here aren't I?" Joseph laughs, his breath fanning across the side of your temple. 
You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat, only small 'uh' noises able to escape. "Quite down dove, you wanna cum before we get caught yeah?" 
"Please" You whisper, head tilting back once more, mouth hung open. His pace quickens only a little, but he somehow manages to hit that sweet spot even deeper over and over. "Fucking christ" your hand moves to your stomach. "You're so d-deep"
"Just how my baby likes it huh?" his hand reaches down to toy with your clit, not much needed other than some pressure with how good he's fucking you. "I'm so close baby, want you to cum first, can you do that for me?"
Your eyes are shut tight, but you manage to nod. Your climax sparking in your stomach begging to burst. "Close" you whimper and he pulls your head back into his neck while he continues to fuck up into you. Your whole body starts shaking before your orgasm fully hits you, and you have to bite down on the collar of his shirt to help keep you quiet. You sound like your crying, sobbing into him but Joseph knows better than to stop whatever hes doing when he's got you sounding like this. "That's it, fuck baby you're so good to me" he rushes, his own orgasm coming to a hilt fast. "F-fuck, I'm gunna cum"
"Yes, yes, please, I need you to cum in me" you whisper into the dampness of his neck where your mouth has been stationed. 
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" He almost growls, holding back as much noise as he can as he feels himself spill into you, the way your cunt clenches around him perfectly, milking every ounce until you're both a panting mess. Only when Joseph is able to come back into himself, he lowers your leg, slipping out of you slowly while you quickly cross your legs tightly. You wobbly, barely able to keep yourself straight. 
"You okay?" he asks, brushing the hair from your face, holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. Only this time he knows why they're flushed.
"So good" you purr, leaning into him for a short moment before he's pulling away from you and buttoning up his pants. 
You pout at the lack of contact but then he's kneeling in front of you while helping you step out of your heels, your feet seeking sweet relief on the cold marble floor. "The night is pretty much over, what do you say we get you back to the hotel and until a bath?"
"I'd like that" you say fondly, wrapping your arms back around his neck. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love he has for you being poured into it. "Can you fuck me again when we get there?"
"Jesus Christ woman" he laughs loudly, picking up your heels and letting them dangle on his two fingers before taking your hand into his free one. "Maybe if you can make it to the car without my cum dripping down your legs" he says lowly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. 
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sinfulslytherin · 9 months
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Summary: Draco finds out that your future husband uses you for money at a dinner party at Malfoy Manor.
Warning: mature content
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"He made a deal with my father. He gets money for marrying me, I won't be my fathers problem anymore and our bloodline will be kept pure."
Dracos features soften.
"So that's why you said that he doesn't love you." He says.
"Yes. And that's why Daphne is on his dick 24/7." I explain further.
Draco falls silent. He probably tries to progress what I just said.
Draco suddenly grabs two new drinks, hands me one and faces the crowd of people in front of us.
"You'll spend the night here. I don't want Graham to touch you ever again."
I fall silent as I look at the blonde boy next to me. He doesn't spare me a single glance.
"We'll get into trouble sooner or later, Draco." I say as I look at the drink in my hand.
Draco taks two steps and stands right in front of me.
"What makes you think that I'd let you go back to Graham after the things he did to you?" He growls as he looks down at me.
My eyes drift over to Graham. He talks with my father, a few other men that I don't recognize and Daphne. His hand is placed around her waist.
"For fuck's sake, Amara. Look at me."
My eyes spot the smile on Grahams face. It's the same smile he used to put on to convince me that he is in love with me.
"Amara."
I can't believe that I gave him my trust when he said that he didn't enjoy punishing me or that he actually loved me.
"Amara! Look at me."
Draco repeats as he grabs my chin and turns my head.
My eyes drift over to Draco.
"You are staying here tonight. In my room." And with that Draco grabs my hand and drags me towards the huge dinner table.
My eyes lock with Narcissas.
"The dinner will be served shortly. You two have a perfect timing." Says Narcissa as she smiles at us.
"Amara, my dear. Where dou want to be seated. Next to Draco?"
A light smirk appears on my lips.
"I'd prefer to sit next to you, Mrs. Malfoy." I answer.
Narcissa smiles.
"How many times did I tell you to not call me that. Of course you can sit next to me, sweetheart." She answers.
Narcissa places herself on the chair next ti the head of the table where I guess Mr. Malfoy will be seated.
I walk over to the chair next to Narcissa as a hand on my waist stops me.
"I got a saying in this too, you know? I'll sit right next to you wether you like it or not." Whispers Draco in my ear.
A light smile displays on my lips as I seat myself between Narcissa and Draco.
I have to admit that an uneasy feeling creeps up as I think about the fact that I sit with the Malfoys instead of my father and my future husbands family.
It doesn't take long for the guests to place themselves at the table.
Graham, his family and my father sit right in front of us.
I feel their disgusted stares lingering on my skin.
I ignore their presence and concentrate myself on the food that is served.
A plate with some of the most expensive and finest food is placed right in front of me.
My eyes drool st the sight.
I can't remember the last time I ate properly.
"Enjoy your meal."  Says Mr.Malfoy, signaling everyone to start eating.
I lift the fork as my eyes lock with Grahams.
He shakes his head as his eyes shift down to the meat on my fork and back to my eyes.
I get nervous and start to lower the fork again.
A hand stops my movement. I look to my right to see Draco holding my arm. He takes the fork from my hand and shoves the it directly into my mouth.
He doesn't make a big fuss about it and places his attention right back to his own plate of food after sending Graham one last warning glare.
I shyly chew down the meat as I try to ignore the looks from the few people who watched the scene.
The dinner passes quite quickly as I only concentrated on eating my food and drinking some wine.
The dinner party seems to slowly end as more and more people say their goodbyes and leave.
Draco and I stand at a corner, waiting for everyone to leave. Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy are infront of us, saying their goodbyes to the guests.
Graham approaches as he thanks the Malfoys for the dinner. He looks between Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and our eyes meet.
"We are leaving, Amara."
"Excuse me, Montague. But I think you mistook my date for yours. Your date is already outside waiting for you." Answers Draco, refering to Daphne.
"That's still my wife you are talking about." says Graham through gritted teeth.
"You are not yet married." Answers Draco dryly.
Graham falls silent as he sends me one last glare before leaving.
Only a few seconds later my father approaches us as he thank the Malfoys, just like Graham did.
"Amara. Think about the conseqences there'll be if you don't follow through with the deal."
My lips are sealed as I don't know what to answer my father.
"Mr. Caddel. I'd appreciate it if you and Mr. Montague would stop bothering my guests. Thank you for your visit. Goodbye." Suddenly answers Mr. Malfoy.
Draco seems just as shocked as I am. We didn't expect Dracos father to stand up for me. He's probably fed up with their behavior as well.
My father leaves.
The last guests leave a few minutes later and the door finally closes.
"Amara, you can already go upstairs. I' ll be there shortly." Draco exclaims as I nod and do as he says.
I try to walk upstairs but my feet hurt due to these freaking heels. I stop after a few stairs and try to free my hurting feet from these horrible shoes.
I suddenly hear voices.
Draco and Mr. Malfoy probably can't tell that I am still here due to the thin wall that seperates us.
"I hope she's worth it, Draco."  Says Malfoys father.
"What do you mean?" Asks Draco.
"I hope she's worth all of this trouble you're getting yourself into, boy."
"She is."
"I have nothing against this girl. It's actually quite the opposite. I know for a fact that your mother loves her as well." Says Mr. Malfoy before I can hear his foot steps fainting.
What is he trying to achieve?
I quickly make my way upstairs to the guest room. I leave the door open as I sit down on the bed.
I hear footsteps approaching as I see Draco taking a quick glance into his room (which is on the opposite side of the guest room I sit in) before looking into the room I sit in.
We lock eyes.
"You are sleeping in my room tonight, Amara."
"What?" I ask as a blush creeps up my cheeks.
"You are sleeping in my room. With me. In my bed."
Chapter 15 of Guillotine~ <3
Spice ahead :)
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