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ningvory · 2 months

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♡ payback ┊ yu jimin & uchinaga aeri

parings — meangirls!kariselle x loser!femreader

synopsis — after telling them to shut up, you quickly became their next target on their list. except you don't back down to them and actually fight back. so what better option do they have besides making you their pretty fuck doll? they like to call this payback.

warnings — college au, dubcon, aphrodisiac, pussy eating, degrading, fingering, facesitting, tribbing, bullying..duh, blackmail, they’re lowk pervs, pet names like pretty girl, baby, kinda proofread i was dosing off😭

w/c — 1.8k (1,865)

yu jimin and uchinaga aeri, known as karina and giselle to those who aren’t close to them, are the campus’s mean girls. well known for their beauty and of course, for bullying anyone who even dares to look at them in a way they dislike, you didn’t know much about them and you honestly didn’t card. the staff didn’t give a shit, they knew that if they even bothered to try and stop the bullying they could easily buy their way out of trouble.

unfortunately you happen to be the next target on their list. when you told them to simply, “shut the fuck up.” when you all were taking a quiz. from that day forward, they were never gonna let forget who they were. they consider it karma.

they started to poke fun at you, doing what they always do to their targets. pushing you into lockers, holding your books in the air knowing that you can’t reach them, calling you names, taking embarrassing photos of you and threatening that they would post it everywhere but they don’t mean it really, they let you slide because they think you’re cute.

you never really let them bully you that easily either, always fighting back when they would tournament you. they began getting frustrated because everything they did, you would always fight back. so what option do they have besides to fuck you dumb and make you a pretty fuck doll?

they wanted to fuck that attitude outta you, make you their personal cum dump and they always mean what they say.

you were walking outta your last class of the day, mentally exhausted and really just wanting to crash out on your bed. not expecting to be pinned to a locker in the empty hallways of the campus, letting out a small yelp when your back came in contact with the hard surface of the lockers behind you.

“hey y/nnie~ we really need help with our work. come over to our dorm room, i’ll text you what time to come!” karina said, her signature smile plastered on her face. the same one that can get her anything she wanted. she had you pinned to the wall with a soft grip until she pulled you closer to her, tightening her grip on your shoulders.

“you better be there. i think you know the consequences of disobeying us.” her voice was low and right by your ear causing you to shiver before she pulled you back to get a look at your face.

“see you later y/n!” karina said with her smile. a complete 180 of how she was before, acting as if she didn’t just force you to go to their dorm room.

—

you had to run some errands and you finally made it back to you dorm, putting your bag down and just laying on your bed. until you heard a ding! and a vibration from your phone, making you groan and roll over, knowing exactly who was texting you.

‘hey pretty girl, it’s giselle texting from rina’s phone :] it’s already 6 so come to our dorm at 8, dorm room is 1576 and make yourself look a little presentable.’

you sighed, closing your eyes really wanting to just stay in bed and chill. but you really didn’t want any more trouble from them, so you rolled out of bed with a sigh. walking over to your closet to pick something out.

after about 15 minutes you finally got your outfit together, wearing a black crop top and a simple miniskirt with your panda dunks. it was 7:54 so you had enough time to eat a snack before you walked out the door.

—

you started your mini journey to their door, it wasn’t exactly far but not close to yours either which you were honestly happy with. you were glad that your airpods were in your purse because you did not want to walk all the way back to your dorm to get them, you really couldn’t survive a day without music.

you arrived at their door it was right at 8:30. you double checked and made sure that this was the right dorm before knocking.

you went on your phone again until the door suddenly flung open and your hand being yanked inside.

“ah! y/n~ nice you came, didn’t know if you were coming.” karina spoke, bringing you into her embrace, it almost felt like she was intentionally pushing her tits into your face. you gave her a semi hug, patting her back with an awkward smile until she finally let go.

karina walked you over to their black couch, telling you to sit down while giselle gets you a drink. telling you that ‘we always give our guess a drink! don’t mention it.’ you were still as a statue, awkwardly looking around trying to figure out what exactly they brought you over for, it was obvious that they didn’t bring you over to help them with an assignment.

“sorry we had to lie, we just wanted to hang out! sure you won’t mind, right?” giselle walked over to you, giving you a glass full of and orange substance.

“y/n, relax! you’re so tense we’re not gonna bite you or something.” karina spoke, sitting down next to you while giselle turned the tv on and sat on the other side of you.

you just nodded before going to take a sip of your drink. you let out a hum, it actually tasted good. the mixture of the different fruits tasted nice, you took a bigger gulp, going to ask them where’d they get it from until you felt a hot sensation all over your body.

the two looked over at you, not expecting the aphrodisiacs to take over your body so quickly. but at least they knew it worked, and they weren’t complaining. they enjoyed your expression change, watching how you fidgeted uncontrollably and rubbed your warm thighs together, desperately trying to relieve the neediness that you suddenly felt.

you were sat there for a minute, praying that whatever you were feeling would go away. you started to watch the movie on their widescreen TV, trying to ignore the hot feeling all over.

the two smirked at each other before karina spoke out, “something wrong, baby?” her voice was low and sultry, forcing to lay down on the couch.

you started at her with a face that was just so cute to her, doe eyes looking up at her with your eyebrows knitted and a pout resting on your face. you swallowed, not knowing what to do until you felt a pair of hands spread your legs open and flick your skirt up. making you yelp at the coldness of the room, looking down to see giselle smirking back up at you.

“aw~ you’re soaked pretty girl, you’re so nasty!” giselle teased before rubbing your clothed clit. she had to hold your legs in place because you were just so jittery!

you weren’t a virgin but you weren’t someone who fucks or pleasures yourself often, but you’ve never been so desperate to cum. it’s so embarrassing you just wanted to go home and do it yourself.

giselle slides your panties off, looking in awe at the way your juices created a thick string that connected your cunt to your panties.

she raises your legs up and didn’t waste a moment, sucking on your sensitive clit and fingering your cunt. you desperately push her head away from you, it was so wrong for your bully to be going down in you! high pitched moans and whines of ‘this is wrong! s-stop!’ fell outta your mouth but the aphrodisiac had your body reacting in the opposite of your words. cunt spilling with your juices and desperately grinding your cunt on her face.

“you keep telling me to stop but your body seems to want this, pretty girl.” giselle said, pulling her face away from your cunt to undress herself.

“such a dumb girl, look at the camera.” karina giggled before grabbing your chin forcing your dazed eyes to look at the camera.

“wonder what your friends would think if they found out their friend was getting fucked stupid by her bullies..you know, you’re actually lucky you get to see us nude. people would die to be in the position.” karina added on, panning the camera down to your fat cunt before she stopped recording, undressing herself too.

karina shuffled to where she was hovering over your face, cunt on display for you to see. “your moans are so cute but so loud! i don’t wanna to get a noise complaint again so put that mouth to use, yeah?” she couldn’t even care to wait for your answer because next thing you know she’s putting all her weight on your face, her milky thighs crushing your head had you moaning and arching into your back.

“already so obedient f’me, you pain slut.” karina mustered out, barely able to speak because you’re going ham on her cunt.

this was probaly the best head she’s received because she was riding your face desperately, not even caring that she was full on suffocating you, her clit continuously bumped into your nose. you heard shuffling below you but you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your cunt being rubbed onto giselle’s fat cunny. she was grinding onto your cunt like her life depended on it and it had you moaning into karina’s cunt, making her let out surprised moans before she cummed all on your face and in your mouth.

she got off your face and coo’d, she couldn’t help but take a picture of your fucked out tear-stained face covered in her cum. you were far gone by now, back arched and eyes so far back, hands trying to grind yourself into her cunt because the pleasure felt so good! your moans mixed in with giselle’s lower moans until you let out a long high pitched whine, squirting everywhere, all over yours and her thighs.

you were crying and whining because it was starting to become too much for you, trying to push giselle off your cunt. you were so brain dead you were mumbling incoherent things, only words sounding coherent were ‘it’s too much’ but you were silenced quickly by karina’s tits being pushed in your face.

“you can take it. take what i give you until i cum, whore.” giselle grunted.

she began rubbing your clit, trying to make you squirt again and overstimulate you until you squirted again with a muffled moan. giselle finally came, cumming all over your cunt before smearing it all over your cunt and inside your hole. karina got off of you, taking in how fucked out you were before telling giselle to take pic.

“such a pretty cum dump,bet you liked every last bit of it you slut.” giselle taunted, spreading your legs wide open to take a picture of your cum covered cunt.

“the fun has just got started baby, let’s see how well you take being stuffed full of our dicks.” karina smiled at the look of horror on your face. you were in for a long night.

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kleewie · 4 months

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i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you (and i)

summary: dating tip? just don't. for celebrities, romantic relationships are absolutely forbidden. the slightest hint of one could ruin your career. but are you even listening to the lecture? doubt it, 'cause you're doing the complete opposite. (alternatively, a celebrity au featuring secret relationships.)

→ featuring: childe, & ayato (you can really tell who my faves are)

→ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, slight cursing, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and drinking, tension, actual cursing, unreliable reader pov, gender-neutral reader (i apologize if i missed things, i haven't proofread it yet)

→ a/n: so, hi! long time no see? i was pretty stressed with college and well, i'm back! i began writing this last year and finally got the courage to finish it. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> please let me know if you like it <3 it really makes my day!

credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts!

beware, lengthy post ahead! more under the cut!

the debut.

“forbidden?” you repeat.

“absolutely forbidden!” your manager says. “a rookie with no fanbase? a scandal will ruin your reputation! you're absolutely forbidden from dating anyone.”

you sigh. he's being too overdramatic.

you will never be in a relationship, you're absolutely sure. how can you? with no time for yourself as it is, dating someone with the limited hours you already have sounds impractical.

besides, you're too busy training and practicing for auditions.

remembering it now, you want to laugh.

i told you so, your thoughts chastise.

god, you should've listened.

childe, the actor

“that's a wrap!” the director cheers.

your eyes glisten as you hold back tears. it's embarrassing, you think. so damn embarrassing.

you've been repeating the same kissing scene multiple times now. obviously, the director cheers for finally completing the take and not because you did a good job.

childe pats your back. “you did great,” he says, with a smile.

but you know the gesture so goddamn well. the same nonchalant cold grin he throws at everyone that he now directs at you? oh, he's angry alright.

for what reason? who knows. you're too busy wallowing in self-despair over how terrible your acting is.

the scene is supposedly simple. it involves the second lead, who happens to be you, confessing their love to the leading man, resulting to a spontaneous kiss.

yet, you're fumbling over the lines, acting so out of character, tripping over set, incorrectly initiating the kiss at awkward angles—the whole time-wasting squander.

“what's going on?” childe eventually asks, once he arrives at your shared apartment. his bag drops to the floor with a flop. “you're acting strange. the entire crew sees it, i see it, the director sees it—what if he decides to fire you? what will you do then?”

you swallow dryly. you left the set early hoping childe's hectic schedule prompted him to forget the whole issue. yet, here he is finally bringing up the conversation after what feels like a month's worth of tension.

as you sit on the sofa chair, your fingers massage the bridge of your nose. breathe in, breathe out. you repeat. don't cry. you try to calm yourself down as a sob tries to break through.

eight months, you've been a couple.

but, there are some things you're afraid to say.

each year, the biggest tabloid newspaper in the country releases an article on celebrity dating scandals. a month ago they released one single page article about a popular actor dating a newbie actress. it barely had any juicy details, just a simple paragraph of a somebody dating a nobody.

yet, it did not end well for them. and you're terrified; for when it could happen to you.

you imagine it. dozens of messages and multiple missed phone calls on your cell as your name becomes the next talk of the town. the headline reads: revealed! a nobody actress, the second-lead from the northland bank saga currently dates the nation's boyfriend, childe!

it terrifies you. you could lose your job. lose what you love doing the most. and you could get tossed aside like an old sweater under someone's bed, left to rot and decompose.

so, yes. you hesitated earlier at set because you don't want anyone to connect the dots. to look at the kiss between you two and notice something amiss. to speculate that there's more to your relationship than what meets the eye. to realize you look at him as more than a co-star. to see how much you're in love with him. to realize the both of you are dating.

“it's not easy.” you say, releasing a sigh.

two years you've been in the business. rookies barely get any roles as it is. being in a well-received rendition of an old romance drama is a once in a blue moon opportunity and you can't risk someone finding out about your relationship.

“camera shy? no—you've kissed heaps of actors for that school drama.”

you mumble, “two people aren't heaps of actors, tartaglia.”

“then what is the problem?”

childe saunters to where you sit. he leans towards you and presses his palm on the head of the sofa, trapping your body between his and the chair. childe's eyes meet yours and you instantly look away.

he knows you well enough to comprehend that look on your face. the way you hide your clammy hands behind you, the manner of your eyes staring only at your feet, how your body tucks itself into the corner of the seat.

“me?” childe whispers.

he places a hand under your jaw. his thumb softly pushes your chin upwards so your eyes meet his.

“why?” he pleads.

“you won't understand.”

“i will if you tell me,” he says, holding your gaze. seeing how you relentlessly persist on keeping your mouth shut, he shakes his head. “oh, please tell me.”

you hesitate. you tell him and then what?

you could say: hey, childe! i'm afraid of our relationship being discovered. i'll be hated by your fans. you'll be constantly drained by my crying and whining. your reputation would take a hit regardless of how popular you are and—and then he'll finally realize how exhausting and annoying it is being with you.

your self-deprecation loves to pull you deeper into its sapping embrace. you're nothing, it mouths. childe would dump you and find some other actor or actress to date. god. it would be so easy. with his popularity, good looks, and charming personality, he'd find a better and talented rising-star the moment he chucks you out the front door.

so, you shake your head firmly.

“tell me, please.” he whispers.

you cross your arms, and look away.

“are you sick?”

you shake your head.

“somebody hurting you on set?”

again, you shake your head.

childe pauses, “...do you have feelings for someone else?”

“no!”

“then what is the damn problem?”

“nothing!” you exasperate, furrowing your brows together.

childe takes your reluctance as distrust and it ignites his irritation. do you not trust him? is he that insignificant to you? what are you hiding? hell, did you fall for the main lead of the show, zhongli? or do you not love him anymore? god, he can feel himself suffocate in resentment.

is he so unimportant that you'd prefer to keep the problem to yourself? it makes his blood boil; how he'd do anything for you, but you'd rather keep it to yourself and suffer alone.

“tell me.” childe scowls as he watches your lips quiver.

you keep your mouth firmly shut.

“fine, hold your tongue.” he sneers, “i understand. i really do, baby. it's not about the cameras, the flashing lights, the audience.”

childe brushes his lips against yours, “you wouldn’t kiss me like that in public, though, would you?” he releases his hold on your chin and his sharp eyes meet yours. “it’s only behind closed doors when you care to act like we’re each other’s.”

with a hooded jacket in one hand and a face mask in another, childe swiftly leaves the apartment with a slam of a door.

leaving you alone with your wretched thoughts.

more under the cut!

despite walking out the flat hours ago, childe still reverberates jealousy and anger; pure envy at how normal you act around everyone else yet, around him you're too guarded; and angry at himself for saying those awful words to your face.

he smacks his forehead on the steering wheel. childe acknowledges how childish he's been acting. you aren't ready to talk, and he shouldn't be forcing you to speak out your difficulties.

surely, the stress is piling up on you. he knows the hours you've been working on set, memorizing lines, practicing moves—again, he thumps his head on the wheel.

stupid, he curses. control your damn temper next time.

he reaches for the box of blueberry cheesecake on the front passenger seat. subconsciously, he drove two hours (and back) to the bakery's main branch as its side branches were sold out of your favorite cake. and he knows how much you love the pastry.

however, his body slouches in the parked car outside the apartment. the long drive works miracles with his anger, but the courage to actually walk inside and apologize never comes.

the ding of a text draws his attention. ‘go inside and beg for forgiveness, brat.’ yoimiya, a fellow actress from the same company as him, says. the woman is always in the loop and well-informed.

a shiver goes down his spine. if you told yoimiya about the argument, he's absolutely sure you're furious. you'd only speak to her as a last-ditch effort; knowing her personality she'd pummel him to bits while you watch.

as a result, he stands inside the apartment, one hand knocking on your bedroom door. however, instead of tasting blood, he hears your stifled sobs. the abrupt sound convinces him to turn the knob and enter the room.

the illumination from the hallway brightens the bedroom, shining a bit of light on your face. you lay on the bed with your knees to your chest, with a blanket over your waist. your reddened cheeks and tear-stained eyes makes his stomach churn.

“please don't cry, baby.” childe cooes, kneeling by your bedside. he leans over you, his fingers gently grip your cheeks. “i'm so sorry.”

the sudden apology sprouts pools from your eyes. his thumbs brush the water off your face and softly says, “i shouldn't have said—please, don't cry. it's my fault for taking my anger out on you.”

“i'm afraid of losing you,” you whimper. “if they find out—oh god—they'll tear me apart. i'm nothing compared to you. i'd lose everything. i might even lose you—”

“never, i will never leave you. no matter what happens,” childe interjects.

you furrow your brows, sobbing. “i'm no one—too difficult,” you hiccup. “you'll throw me away. i'm too whiny and too draining. if they find out... you'll see all the comments about how ugly—”

“breathe, baby.” he settles himself on your bed and softly places you on his lap. “you're gorgeous. you're not draining, and frankly, you're cute when you whine.”

you bury your face into his neck and continue, “i'm serious, childe. you'll get exhausted. the articles will talk about you too!”

“articles, mhm. they're just articles.” he hums.

irritation begins to set in. was he this clueless? you release another sob, “they're not just articles. they'll nitpick every single thing you do! oh—look at this newbie getting together with childe. oh, they suck at acting! why is childe even—”

childe gently places his palm on your neck, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “are you talking about the tabloid from last month?”

you sigh, “what else am i talking about?” and instantly you sense his laughter resonate. “are you laughing?”

“you're adorable, baby.” he breathes, nuzzling his face on your neck.

“you're making fun of me! what the hell, childe?”

he releases a sigh, pausing his laughter. “the tabloids every month. they're paid. companies pay them to talk about their idols for publicity.”

your face contorts into confusion, “who would willingly—they talked about lumine all month because of the article! you know she's my favorite actress. why would they willingly put her on the spotlight like that?”

“publicity, baby.”

you shake your head, “it makes no sense.”

“oh, it does.” childe hums. “of course, they'd seek permission first. it boosted views for her drama, didn't it? lumine did say she got extra for the views and switched apartments.”

“yeah, wait—you knew this whole time and didn't bother to tell me?”

he chuckles, “that's what you get for keeping these things to yourself for a month.” he squeezes the bridge of your nose.

“you're terrible.”

“love you too, baby.” he teases, “and besides, if a tabloid threatened to do something—” his thumb gently traces the skin around your neck. “—i'll keep you safe.”

a soft smile graces your features. “...i'm just not ready for anyone to find out. yet, anyway.”

childe hums, “we'll do it on your terms, okay? whenever you're ready.”

“sure, i guess you can keep me for a while longer. until you throw me away and find the next rookie to—”

childe's soft laughter sparks a flutter in your stomach. he would never do such a thing. the moment he first laid his eyes on you on set, heard your beautiful laugh between takes, listened to your jokes while practicing lines, and god, seen your angelic smile? the things he would do to keep you as his.

“never.” a cheeky grin appears on his lips, “i'll take care of you.”

bonus: five years later

your phone rings. the vibration continues on and off, signaling multiple inbox messages. you swipe your phone to see texts from several of your close friends.

‘i know you told me you were okay with it, but i didn't think he'd try to do it so soon. i tried but he's too hardheaded.’ says yoimiya.

‘congratulations! when's the wedding? i'm kidding. don't kill childe.’ says thoma, an actor from your same company.

‘sorrows, sorrows, prayers.’ says venti, your current co-star.

you even receive a message from childe himself.

‘good morning, baby. i'm completely fault-free. simply honoring your wishes as a devoted fiancé should.’

attached to a message was a link to a video entitled: please don't kill me honey.

you click the link.

the video's blurry, as if taken by a cellphone. you recognize thoma as the person videoing the whole scene, as he turns the camera to face him before focusing it on a woman—seemingly a fan of childe. she wears merch from his most recent drama.

a fan goes on stage chosen by a random lottery draw. the said fan wins the chance to interview childe, who was the guest of the day for talk show, and ask one question.

the girl hastily walks on stage, holding a microphone given by staff.

“um. hello, childe!”

the audience screams as the huge video screen focuses on your lover's face. he waves a quick ‘hello’ and the crowd yells louder.

the girl hesitates, “are you dating anyone right now?”

childe twists the microphone in his hands. “hm? right now... i'm not dating anyone.”

the crows sighs in relief, utterly happy their favorite leading actor continues to be single.

but you see the outline of a smirk flashing on his face, and you instantly know there's a deeper meaning to that sentence. “but, it's difficult to say... since we're not really dating as of the moment.”

quietly, you hear the voice of yoimiya whispering, “don't do it.” the camera now focusing on her, trying to get herself on stage. thoma flips the camera around to face it on himself, waving a hello, apparently enjoying the drama. he then focuses the camera on the wide screen, featuring childe's face.

to add mayhem into the mix, childe continues, “i don't think being engaged to your partner falls under dating. we're way past that.”

the interview ends with the audience screaming their lungs out in disbelief, while childe's laugh resonates the whole auditorium.

ayato, company director

“oh, them?” ayato's steady gaze meet yours, pressing his lips in a tight-lipped smile. “they're a friend of mine.”

friend. it echoes in your mind, repeating incessantly. friend. friend. friend.

dread creeps into the pit of your stomach akin to a quick flick of a lighter. after all this time, your stomach lurches. is that all he thinks of you?

god, you need a drink.

the businessmen before you smile, prompting you to return the favor. subsequently, you humbly introduce yourself as just an ‘actor in the industry’. and they laugh. of course they do.

who wouldn't know you? a multi award-winning movie and television star with piles of nominations. so modest, they say. so kind, they praise. you grin, the smile not reaching your eyes, thanking them for their compliments.

but you're so accustomed to their fake smiles, ingenuine flattery, and sweet talk; you never truly know what's actually honest and real—eyes flickering to your azure-haired partner—no, who's honest and real.

you swallow the thought down.

as if aware of the invisible daggers thrown his way, ayato's gaze meets yours. his lips are pressed firmly together, eyes devoid of warmth.

not now, his expression conveys.

you narrow your own eyes, irritation burning through your corneas. as much as you want to start an argument in front of his investors, you agree to his silent insistence. after all it's his gala; one he's tirelessly prepared for over several months.

so you bite your tongue and smile: one honed by years of acting—fake yet strangely genuine.

it's not strong enough. you say, sipping wine with shaky hands. earlier, you left ayato to his fellow businessmen using the excuse of needing a bathroom break, a reason to which he obliged.

you stare at the elaborate party before you, wishing you could go home. the gala swiftly dissolved your social battery, aided by forced mingling and bitterness. a friend, your consciousness repeats. always a friend. so you sit on a chair by the wall, sipping drinks like water.

suddenly, the hairs of your neck stand on end. you sense his presence behind you, prompting a glance through your peripheral vision.

“careful, darling.” ayato's says, tone smooth yet laced with warning. “i'd rather not have you collapsing. your lovely face wouldn't compliment these filthy floors.”

you tense immediately, shoulders stiffening. “reverting back to pet names, i see?”

ayato's hand now rests on your shoulder, his thumb brushing your soft skin. “what seems to be the issue? i doubt it's due to the eight glasses of wine you've consumed in one sitting.”

you roll your tongue in your mouth, practicing the words. let's break up. you bite your tongue. let's see other people. besides, he wouldn't care would he? it's not as if he's been acknowledging you as someone he's been dating, has he? hiding your relationship from his business partners is one thing, but concealing it from closest friends? his family? that's an entirely different matter altogether.

a friend, he says to his business partners.

a star from the company, he answers to his closest friends.

a companion, he whispers to his family.

you're sick and tired of it. all of it.

raising the wineglass to your lips, you drown the drink in one go. you raise two fingers signaling the waiter for another drink.

ayato sighs and you think you feel his hand on your neck tighten, ever so slightly. “you've reached your limit with wine, dear.”

soon, the waiter arrives with three more glasses on his tray. ayato's disapproving glare compels the waiter to scurry across the ballroom floor, steering clear of you.

you click your tongue and begin, “who says so?”

“your fiancé,” he mutters, voice dripping with venom.

you immediately scoff. “sure. for your sake, i'll pretend you mentioned that earlier.”

before ayato could retort, the presence of another individual calls his attention; his younger sister, ayaka.

“brother, the sangonomiya heir's requesting your presence.”

he sighs, irritation etching his features. yet, you blink, catching a subtle shift in his expression—seemingly twisting from annoyance to something resembling relief at the mention of sangonomiya's name.

you swallow the bitter thought.

“watch them for me, could you? i'd rather not have them find a server willing to disobey my instructions and serve them a drink,” ayato whispers, his tone betraying a hint of tension that doesn't go unnoticed.

ayaka nods. her consent prompts the older brother to depart, heading towards the misty rose-pink heir who stands at the opposite side of the ballroom.

ayaka says the inevitable, “you should let him know it bothers you.”

“...i'm not sure what you're referring to.”

her gaze follows yours, observing the giggling and cheerful countenances of the kamisato and sangonomiya heirs. they seem to be enjoying their time together. as always, you remark.

“they're just close friends, you know.”

you click your tongue. “like how him and i are just friends?”

ayaka sighs, understanding your implication. “you know what i mean.”

sangonomiya's hand on your partner's shoulder elicits an exasperated sigh from you. “thoma told me they were to be married if i wasn't here.”

“the man always running his mouth—” she takes a calming breath before continuing, “—but brother's very fond of you. i'm his sister, i should know.”

“then how come after dating him for five years, he still calls me his friend.” you pause, a hand sliding into the right pocket of your outfit. you absentmindedly play with the engagement ring inside. “i'm his fiancé, aren't i?”

“he has his reasons. petty reasons.”

you bite your tongue. or he's embarrassed of you.

you met the kamisato company heir two years after your debut as an idol. as you shifted towards acting, you developed a close relationship with his sister, a seasoned actress from the same company. eventually, she became the bridge that strengthened the bond between the two of you.

you dedicated yourself nonstop, evolving from a rookie actor to a multiple-nominee and winning star; all in the pursuit of being able to openly show off your relationship with ayato without it tarnishing your reputation.

however, when you're prepared to finally reveal your relationship, he isn't.

and it leaves you wondering, is there someone else?

you mean, you're hesitant to doubt the love of your life. but considering he's kept your relationship a secret from everyone for years, it's obvious he's adept at keeping things hidden.

even from you.

and the thought sours your mood.

excusing yourself once more to use the restroom, using the premise of consuming ten glasses of wine, you bid adieu to your favorite kamisato (at the moment). you instead head towards a secluded balcony away from prying eyes.

you stare at the garden below. your eyes quickly blink back the tears threatening to fall. not now, you hiss. don't do this to me, not right now.

“i assumed you would have retreated to your room by this point.” his voice murmurs, unnervingly composed.

you turn around to see your partner holding a glass of wine. his features remain blank, inscrutable.

maybe it's because of all the wine you've been drinking. you can't seem to tell between what's real or not.

“what did you discuss with kokomi?”

“i wasn't aware you were both on a first name basis.”

“answer the question.”

he smiles, “business as always.”

you huff and wrap your hands around your arms. “of course. just business.”

ayato immediately picks up the anger in your tone. he lays his palm on your forearm, gently pulling you towards him. “look at me,” he pleads, with a subtle trace of irritation in his voice.

you turn to look at his face, eyes glaring.

“i felt your glares the entire night.” he begins.

you shrug, smiling innocently. “...what ever do you mean?”

“don't toy with me, darling.”

as he enunciates his answer, it's as if the final thread of your patience snaps. does he still continue to feign innocence and lie to your face?

last month he proposed and you were overjoyed. you then expected a shift in your relationship; the final unveiling of your engagement to the public. you gave him your permission, a definitive “i'm ready for everyone to know.”

yet thirty days later the engagement remains concealed leaving only a few of his friends (thoma) and a few family members (ayaka) knowing about your updated relationship.

if it was the ayato from two years ago, he would be delighted—ecstatic even—to reveal the truth. he might have used the gala today as an avenue to scream to the world, this person and i are in love.

but he didn't.

so the weight of your feelings began to drag you down; it almost feels suffocating in a way. as if a ribbon labeled, he's ashamed, tightly winds around your insides, intricately tying them all together into a sophisticated bow sowing distrust whispering; he's hiding something.

your suspicions, coupled with his frequent visits this month to the sangonomiya estate, fueled your frustration until it erupted. if only he ceased pretending innocent, perhaps you would able to smile through the whole facade.

if only he didn't ask.

“i'm not naive. if you developed feelings for kokomi then you shouldn't have proposed.” you snap. “was it out of pity? did you feel so damn guilty that you chose to go through with the engagement instead of being honest about your feelings?”

ayato furrows his brows, mouth tightening in anger. “what are you talking about? i discuss private affairs with kokomi. business affairs.”

you laugh; one infused with irritation and disbelief. “don't tell me then. keep your stupid secrets.”

“do you want me to jot down a damn list detailing every single thing i do in a day?” he growls. “i won't divulge company secrets just because you feel like throwing a tantrum.”

your hands drift to the tie around his neck, tugging the crooked tie straight. “no. go ahead and keep your secrets.” you pause and roll the words with your tongue, “you're clearly very good at keeping secrets. you’ve kept me—us—as a secret for so long, so of course you’d be good at keeping fucking secrets.”

anger flares across his face. “you desired our relationship to remain a secret, and i respected your wishes.” he sneers, “i wanted to let the damn world know how much i'm in love with you yet, it was the opposite of what you desired.”

ayato releases his grip on you and strides back into the ballroom, but he halts right at the door to the balcony. “so don't dictate when i should reveal the truth simply because you've grown sick and tired of keeping me as your dirty, little secret.”

he finally departs; and you stay, tears pooling, with a profound ache in your heart.

ayato waltzes around the room in a nonchalant dance; yes, good to see you. he lies. how's business? he couldn't care less. enjoy the party! no, he wants everyone in the damn room to feel his wrath.

although he yearns to set the entire ballroom ablaze, ending the party prematurely would be ill-manned of him. so, ayato continues being a gracious and honorable host.

but he feels hollow. he envisions himself freezing the entire room in an icy gust, everyone turning into statues. he wants to sprint back into your arms and plead for you to listen.

he doesn't understand what came over him. why he lost his temper like that. typically, he'd manage your outbursts with composure and understanding. what happened? he doesn't know.

he attributes his outburst to the mounting pressure. the chronic lack of sleep and continuous exhaustion coming from his title as heir. perhaps it's the truth gnawing his skin; despite his powerful position atop the company, it can easily be ripped away with the flick of a wrist.

instead of spending time with his fiancé—he doesn't know if he still deserves to call you that, you probably threw away his ring the second he left the balcony—yet here he is, engaged in conversations with business associates he cares little about.

“brother?” ayaka calls. she finds him leaning against a railing of stairs. “i closed off the gardens.”

ayato swallows. he last saw you sneaking towards the grounds. “they're still on the grass?”

“yes.”

“they'll catch a cold.”

“they will.”

he glances at his sister. “they think i'm unfaithful.”

“i know,” she says matter-of-factly. “have you offered them any evidence to convince them otherwise?”

ayato stays silent.

“i know you care about them, brother.” ayaka sighs, “however, surprising them with a specially crafted ring and being petty when your entire relationship is at stake may not be the wisest move.”

he sighs.

“most especially if they suspect that your frequent visits to the sangonomiya manor are fueled by romantic feelings for its heiress, and not for their own wedding ring.”

after a while, ayato spots you lying on the grass in a starfish formation, having finally swallowed his pride. his eyes glaze over your features: red eyes, cheeks marked with tear stains, and an exhausted expression.

“can we talk?” he begins.

you spare a quick glance before turning your attention back to the night sky. “there's not much to talk about.”

“i'm not cheating,” he asserts.

“i know.”

“do you know, or have you resigned yourself to not knowing?”

“hm,” you hum. “a part of me entertains the thought of you cheating. yet an even smaller part absolutely knows that if you were truly cheating, you'd be more discreet. who, in their right mind, would inform thoma that you visited her manor?”

he chuckles, a laughter-less sound escapes him. “i understand i've been secretive. you have every right to assume i'm up to something indecent. but i have my reasons.” ayato confesses, kneeling beside your body. he places his hand inside his suit pocket, pulling up a black small box.

you instantly sit up. “you're horrible,” you cough, eyes widening as he opens the box to show a ring. “this entire time you were—god.”

“i placed a special order,” he mumbles. “i visited each day to ensure it was flawless, right down to the smallest details.”

“i'm so sorry.”

“don't be, love.” he breathes, “you had your reasons, and i was insistent on keeping it a surprise.”

relief floods your features. “good,” you whisper before tears well in your eyes.

the sound of your sobs breaks his heart. he immediately wraps his arms around you, brushing his lips on your cheeks.

“i'm sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing the skin above your brow. “i'm sorry for worrying you.”

“goddamn sadistic,” you sob. “you knew i was freaking out, but you just watched!”

he grins, “i have to admit, you look cute when you're jealous.”

a groan escapes you. “don't make me throw away both rings.”

“is that so? i should've ordered twenty spares.”

“no.” you scold.

“oh? look at my darling, so jealous,” he smirks, nuzzling his face into your neck. you then feel his lips press into a straight line. “you're not something i would ever try to hide. i would never be ashamed of our relationship.”

you laugh, “prove it.”

your smile faces seeing the smirk on his face. in that exact moment, you know that kamisato ayato, the preposterous god in human flesh, plans to do something grand and explosive to prove you otherwise.

“do not.” you begin, “we've talked about this. you cannot—you absolutely will not bribe the government to declare our wedding date as a national holiday!”

bonus: ten minutes before the clash

“is it getting warm in here, or am i sensing the intense gaze of your loving fiancé on me?” kokomi laughs, sipping a glass of champagne.

ayato takes a peek, and he chuckles upon seeing your irritated and jealous expression. “they certainly are.”

“please do not involve me in your lovers' quarrels. everyone knows we're just close friends.”

“they do.”

“have you told them?”

“...it may have slipped past my mind.”

kokomi shakes her head. “sadistic.” she slips a black box into his palm. “clear it up. i do not want to be murdered by your future partner.”

ayato glances at you from across the room as you engage a conversation with his sister. “mhm, i could, but their jealous expression is too endearing.”

“sadistic,” she repeats. “absolutely sadistic.”

he chuckles.

“also, kazuha mentioned that you've been referring to them as your companion. correct that.” she continues, “and stop calling them your friend!”

“they asked me to when we started dating.”

she rolls her eyes. “you're so petty. stop trying to provoke them!”

“anyways, everyone knows we're engaged,” he corrects. “their whining face is the cutest.”

“sadistic.”

“kokomi?”

she tilts her head and hums, “yes?”

“ever wondered how much it costs to propose a national holiday?”

author’s note: lmao. so in this modern au ayato actually succeeds in turning your wedding date into a national holiday. the government actually appreciates his donation because a.) they always accept goodwilled (lmao) funds and b.) ayato's an important pillar to the gov and they don't want to upset him 'cause petty rich boy tantrums tilt the economy (how sadistic).

so, ayato's the heir of the company where you are employed at as an idol turned actor/actress. kokomi is the heiress to a big jewelry corporation. lmao they were both engaged together when they were like five but they instantly broke it off because well, they both threw five year old tantrums.

plus thoma telling you that they were to be engaged was just a fact he blurted out when you asked about kokomi (he manages to omit the five-year-old part because he's careless + he didn't think it matters because anyone can tell ayato's intensely in love with you)

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arabzian · 10 months

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NANAMI KENTO X CAMGIRL!READER

synopsis: you are a camgirl who speaks daily to nanami, you are his absolute favourite and he spends a lot of his money and time on you. One day, he wanna see you in real life to spoil you more…

tags: prostitution, dom nanami, sub reader, blowjob, oral f receiving, a lot of cum, graphic description, dumbification. Nanami is 30 years old.

! The reader is 100% consent in this fanfic + English isn’t my first language so sorry…!

- He was a regular on this kind of site. The blond felt extremely lonely, and chatting with multiple girls in the same evening could indeed make him forget his loneliness for a night...only to feel even lonelier the next day.

- Nevertheless, when he came across your profile, he felt something of an emotional response. It's impossible for him to explain it rationally, but he'd been attracted by your pouty face and the cuteness of your profile description.

- After spending several days sending him sulphurous photos of you in all possible angles and positions. And also, after having him spend a lot of money. Nanami was ready to empty his entire bank account just to see you one night.

- You accepted. Now dressed in a long dress showcasing your beautiful womanly body, you were sitting in an Uber, heading to the address of the hotel that the thirty-years-old man indicated to you.

- When you arrived in front of the hotel, you were absolutely amazed by the beauty and grandeur of the place. You even wondered if you had the wrong address.

- You looked inside the hotel before receiving a notification on your phone.

Nanamin: I'm right behind you.

- You turned around to fall on the figure of a tall blond in a suit, his shoulders were wide and he looked impassive. Nanami seemed so stoic to you that for the first time in your entire life, you were intimidated by a client.

"Hi…," you greeted, shyly.

”You are so pretty… Did you have a good ride? Have you eaten yet?

- You answered with silence because you only nodded negatively to his last sentence.

- A sketch of a smile appeared on his lips, he didn't expect you to be so reserved. After all, you're a cam girl so he expected you to act with self-confidence in real life.

- But none of that. You were actually a little shy. And of course, he was even more surprised by your beauty. You're even more beautiful in real life.

- After inviting you to a luxurious restaurant in the city, where you had no idea how to pronounce the dishes on the menu, you were back at the hotel.

- The room was even more impressive than you imagined. Nanami smiled at the astonishment on your face and announced that he was going to take a shower.

- You nod your head and once you hear the shower water, you're comfortable on the bed. You took off your dress to unveil a lace lingerie set.

- In order to keep the effect of surprise, you put on the hotel bathrobe without closing it and you tried not to let the anxiety take over you.

”Calm down, he finds you sublime in the photos, he will also love you in reality”. Will you whisper to yourself.

- Nanami came out of the shower still soaked, a strong masculine smell emerged from him and the simple towel that he had around his waist revealed the musculature of his body.

- Oh, you only wanted one thing: that he would make you forget your first name.

”You're absolutely beautiful, I don't even know where to start,” he whispered as he gazed down at you.

- You noticed the nascent boner under his towel.

- He joined you on the bed and started kissing you. You sat on him and perpetuated the kiss. You kissed him all over his face, it was embarrassing to admit, but he attracted you so much that you couldn't stop.

- He laugh with tenderness after your butterfly kisses.

”Nanami, please stick your tongue out.“

- He obeys and you started sucking his tongue. He wanted to explode inside because he liked it so much.

- Then the blond man came down from the bed to kneel before you. He kissed your feet covered with the material of your knee socks.

- He licked the soles of your feet, kissed your toes, you felt worshipped like a goddess.

A man was on his knees before you kissing your feet. What a wonderful feeling.

- He went up his kisses to the inside of your thighs and then began to forage your femininity.

- His tongue played with you, he knew exactly where to press with his tongue to give you pleasure.

- Soon, you'll be pulling on his blonde hair as he gets more and more intense with your poor little pussy.

- He was torturing you with his fingers and his tongue, he was so focused that he could feel your breath getting jerky and your body shaking.

- When you gasped his first name, he anchored his gaze in yours and began to accelerate his movements so that you groaned his first name even louder.

”Nanamin...” you called desperately. ”I will...”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you ejaculated in his mouth. Now with the trickling jaw of your cyprine, he let go a mocking laugh.

' " It seems that the lady is quite sensitive.”

You blush with shame after he teased you, amused by your reactions, he thinks he's gonna have fun tonight.

Nanami put your thighs down perpendicular to his. He put his dick between your thighs covered by your socks and began to masturbate against your thighs.

You kiss each other while he enjoyed rubbing against the material in your socks.

”You are so good for me.” He groans.

Honestly, you loved what he did to you and he paid a lot of money just to be with you.

At that point, Nanami had the absolute green light on your body. He could do anything and everything to you and you knew you'd like it because it's Nanami.

You had absolutely no boundaries when it comes to him. He was so muscular, rich and good at sex. Nanami literally had a hold on you since you spoke to each other on the internet.

He drained a thick, hot liquid on your thighs. In a flash, he laid you down on the bed.

You were on your back and he was on top of you, his intense erection was facing you.

"Now, be a good girl, okay baby?"

You had absolutely the biggest kinks for pet names. You nodded meekly, patiently waiting for him to break you in half.

"We're going to play a little game."

He leaned to the ground and grabbed his tie. He began to tie your two wrists above your head with his tie.

You notice his big thing twitching when he looks at you. Completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

The fact of being tied up in this way highlighted your chest.

Your bra wasn't even a bra. It was ridiculously small and just covered your nipples.

Nanami was very sensitive to fabrics, he wanted to feel everything.

Always dressed in your bra that looked like a bikini top, nanami placed himself correctly on top of you and he began to place his dick between your breasts.

Your breasts were hugging and squeezing perfectly his dick which was already wet because of the pre-cum.

After masturbating with your thighs earlier, he was now masturbating between your breasts.

He passed his tip under each of the fabrics of your bra, feeling your nipples harden and appreciating the contact with the material of the fabric.

To be so much under someone's control, and on top of that, to hear Nanami moaning and using you the way he wanted made you so horny it was ridiculous.

Like a reflex, you opened your mouth wide by sticking out your tongue and he took the opportunity to suddenly penetrate your mouth with his dick.

You gasped with surprise when you opened your eyes wide. You looked at him with confused eyebrows as he smiled with satisfaction at seeing the shape of his dick through your cheek.

Always tied and helpless, you had his semen on your thighs, on your chest and soon in your mouth.

He held your head tightly and kept going back and forth in your mouth.

He waved his hips sometimes fast and sometimes slow and you could feel every inch of it on your tongue.

You felt your pussy get numb and wet.

Nanami went deeper and deeper and laughed at your facial expression. Oh, you liked it and it showed.

He started to moan too and under the excitement of the moment, he pushed his dick into the bottom of your throat.

The shape of his cock was visible from the outside. We could clearly see his dick in your throat.

He stood there for a second, moaning how good you were.

Without warning, he came into your mouth, you opened your eyes with surprise while trying to moan.

He put your hand in your hair like you were a dog.

"Good girl."

He withdrew from your mouth and all his semen trickled down on your jaw.

”Now we can start the serious stuff.”

You were trying to catch your breath, it's true that it was only the foreplay but you were already starting to look like nothing.

Always tied with his tie, you couldn't protest when he spread your thighs and rubbed his dick against your clit.

”I remember the texts. I know you prefer it from behind, but I don't know if I should give you this favor...”

You almost cry when you heard him say that. You wanted it from all your being and all he did was being mean to you.

Tears peaked at the corner of your eyes, you were trying to move to protest but the fact that you were tied up didn't help.

' Nanami, you such a meanie... I hate you!”, you whimper capriciously.

”I love you too.”

He smiles when he can't help but think you were so lovely even though you were covered in his sperm.

He wanted to see you a little more... Then he stopped rubbing up against you to penetrate you.

His big, wide dick finally penetrated into your poor, sore little pussy. The thickness of your lips would squeeze him so hard that he let go of a whimper as he entered.

His dick remained tight between your walls. It was so warm and welcoming. He felt at home there.

He pulled you by the arms while he waved his hips into you.

Your chest bounced every time he moved, and it seemed to you that the walls of the room were becoming abstract.

Nanami was going absolutely feral on you. You deserved all this so much.

He took advantage of the position to straddle you and suck your breasts. Little hickeys were born there.

"Nanamin," you almost called crying. ”Stop I'm sensitive here...”

He continued to suck you even harder while screwing you even faster.

Drool was starting to flow from your jaw.

Without warning, he changed your position and took you in a doggy.

You felt everything so deeply, and he did too. He grabbed one arm for him to look at your face. The sight on your ass, your back and now on your tearful face made him want to make you pregnant.

”Nanamin let go of me...

He didn't answer you, and instead he grabbed your other arm.

Now he was blowing your back by pulling you by both arms.

Your chest was levitating above the mattress and your back was so arching that nanami was going to break you in half.

”You're such a little slut, I love you so much.”

You weren't thinking anymore. You only had one thing in mind: his dick.

Nanami ejaculate into you without warning. He had the biggest breeding kink ever.

As his sperm poured into you, he grunted like an animal.

You were trying to catch your breath, but before you knew what he had just done, he put you against him.

With your back against his muscular torso, his arm raising your legs to gain better access to your pussy, he continued to penetrate you.

He was a monster. How could a man with such a closed face and such a strict posture be like that in bed?

If he continued like that, he'd get you pregnant.

You would have liked to tell him, but you couldn't even talk anymore. Apart from stammering his first name, crying and drooling, everything that came out of your mouth was literally incomprehensible.

”I am going to take so much care of you”, he whispers in your ears while you were crying in distress.

All positions passed through and all places in the room as well.

Right now, you had your breasts glued to the window while he ripped you from behind.

Your breasts were compressed against the window, normally it would have hurt you but in your case when it comes to sex: pain is pleasure.

Nanami grabbed you then and threw you against the table. With your belly against the table and your ass highlighted, he actually seemed to like it in doggy style more than you did.

Suddenly, as you were reaching your climax, he withdrew from you. You opened your mouth of surprise and he took the opportunity to stick his big dick full of pre-cum in your mouth.

You didn't have time to figure out what was going on when he cum into your mouth.

He threw his head back and let go of a sigh of relief.

”This is so good...”

While you still have his dick in your mouth, he looked at you.

"Hey princess, would you mind cleaning me up?"

Without understanding how or why you did that, you obey him.

Kneeling in front of him, you sucked his dick. No, sucking wasn't strong enough to describe what you were doing. You sucked the soul out of him completely, you swallowed his dick and swallowed every drop of his liquid.

While your mouth was moving so vigorously, Nanami had his hand gently resting on your head.

He grabbed his phone, which was right on the table where he had just fucked you.

He opened his paypal app and made a transfer of about 5,000 dollars in your account.

And it wasn't over, he was planning to stay with you tomorrow and take you shopping and buy you absolutely everything you wanted.

You fully deserved it, he was absolutely obsessed with you. You were his little princess.

psa: I love him so so much omg

#nanami kento headcanons #nanami kento smut #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #nanami kento imagine #nanami x reader #black reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami smut

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prettyprettypaci2 · 5 months

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Therapy - Part 3

💕 Part 1 💕 Part 2 💕

"So...are you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

You take a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth, unintentionally slobbering drool around the shield of your giant pink pacifier. It had been a while since your last all-day therapy session, and you realize you had actually been looking forward to it. Sure, you hate reliving the humiliation your step-mom and step-sisters put you through, but Miss Heather is the only person in the world you can talk to about it without fear of being punished.

Today had been an emotional rollercoaster already. You look down at the outfit your step-mom dressed you in and remember how relieved you were when you saw it. A deep magenta shirt with long sleeves and bright denim shortalls keep you more covered up than you're used to. The fat disposable diaper taped to your hips bulges comically in the seat, but at least it isn't on open display like when you wear a short dress. The simple ponytail tied off with a powder-blue scrunchie is a bit childish, but far less embarrassing than the ribbons and curls your step-sisters normally inflict on your hair. You're barely aware that you've been alternating feet as you sit, balancing on each heel of your pink strappy sandals before gently bringing your toe to the floor.

But then you recall how your face collapsed when your step-mom presented the "little friend" you'd be bringing to therapy. You glance over at him: a crumpled heap on the floor where you had thrown him when you waddled into Miss Heather's office. His glassy black eyes, bigger than golf balls, seem to stare into your soul. His perpetual smile is eerily empty.

"Iz jus uh tuddy bwar," you reply stupidly, muffled by the fat nipple of the pacifier. The color drains out of your face like water through a sieve. How in the world did you forget you had the pacifier in your mouth? Its massive rubber nipple used to be a tool to ensure you stayed quiet during periods of reflection. Miss Heather now makes you suckle it just about any time you aren't speaking. The bobbing rhythm "calibrates your internal clock," she says, and keeps your brain from processing feelings too quickly. Still, it scares you how normal it's come to feel in your mouth.

You scan Miss Heather's face for the expected giggle or teasing smile at your ridiculous babbling. But she simply nods with understanding and repeats your words, as if interpreting a troublesome accent. "It's just a teddy bear?"

You push the pacifier out of your mouth with the flat of your tongue, catching it clumsily in your palm. You have to replace it so often that it isn't worth setting down, so you just let it dangle from your fingers by the pink plastic ring whenever it's time to talk.

"Yes," you reply tersely, embarrassed and defensive. "My step-mom forced me to bring it."

"What's his name?" Miss Heather asks with a little too much enthusiasm. It's as if she's asking you about a secret crush.

"It doesn't have one," you lie. In fact, it was Lauren who had christened the teddy as she buckled you into the back seat of the van this morning.

"Oh? You ought to come up with a name then! I'm sure your step-mom would approve. I'll be sure to mention it to her --"

"It's MR. KAZOO, okay?" You half-yell, burying your face in your hands. The nipple of the pink pacifier squishes against your cheek. "It's a dumb stuffed bear I have to drag around everywhere, because my family wants me to be humiliated and I stopped complaining about my diapers!" You spread your baby-pink nails to glare at Miss Heather from behind your hands. "Because of you."

Miss Heather is normally immune to your outbursts, never reacting emotionally. But for the first time you can remember, she looks a bit hurt.

"You think because I helped you feel a little better about your diapers, things got worse for you?"

You drop your hands and stare at the blank TV screen on the wall. In the moment of silence, you realize you've already stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth. Even when you get angry at Miss Heather -- even when your instinct is to rebel and deprive her of a victory -- she seems to have you wrapped around her little finger. You suckle furiously.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Miss Heather goes on, setting her pad down and pulling a knee up onto her chair. "I've been so proud of you, you know. These last few weeks, you've talked about your diapers less and less. You don't try so hard to hide them when you're wearing dresses. I know you still wish you didn't have to wear them, but the acceptance of your situation is a real sign of maturity."

You blush.

"And for that, I owe you a bit of honesty," she continues. "The teddy bear was my idea."

Your head swivels back to Miss Heather in a snap. "Yo adee?!" You babble through the pacifier, again forgetting its weight on your tongue. You turn your head and spit it onto the couch, your ponytail whipping wildly. "YOUR idea? Why would you do that?! Are you trying to ruin my life too?!"

"Please calm down," Miss Heather says, politely but firmly. "You're building up a lot of energy. Get up and walk around for a few minutes, I want to explain but I need you to be calm."

You clack the heels of your pink strappy sandals against the hardwood and rise to your feet. Normally you hate the clip-clop of your ridiculous shoes on this floor, but there's an aggression to it that suddenly feels good. You stomp around the back of the couch you were sitting on, clack over to the door, then clunk across the room to the TV. In a moment of emotion, you walk over to the teddy bear and bury your heel into its stupid head. Mr. Kazoo stares up at you blankly, smiling and unharmed. You feel unsatisfied.

Finally, you clack back over to the couch and collapse onto the seat, still breathing heavily. Miss Heather looks at you with concern before bunching her fingers together and tapping her lips twice in succession. You grumpily pick up the pacifier and let it fill up your mouth again.

"Thank you for using your energy in a healthy way," Miss Heather says sincerely. "Believe it or not, you actually showed me one of the reasons I thought a teddy could help you. While I don't think kicking is a solution to any problem, you got to interact with Mr. Kazoo in a way you never get to interact with the people in your life. You don't talk to your friends anymore because you're too embarrassed about your diapers and outfits. You don't talk to your step-mom because you resent her for the rules she makes. You don't talk to your step-sisters because they tease you, and you only get to talk to me a few times a month."

You suckle cautiously.

"One of the reasons you get so angry is because all these negative feelings just swirl around inside you with nowhere to run. The bad experiences replay in your brain over and over, filling in details, reinforcing each other destructively. Mr. Kazoo is here to take in all those dark thoughts for you. He'll listen to every word, day or night. He'll hold you for comfort, he'll soak up your tears, and yes," she smiles. "He can take a kick or two."

There's a pause, and you're not sure if Miss Heather is expecting you to talk. The sloppy sound of your suckling fills the room. You eye the teddy bear suspiciously, still unsure if this is some trick to get you to degrade yourself further. Several minutes pass.

"Or," Miss Heather adds, finally breaking the silence. "If you like sucking on your pacifier this much, I'll let you do that for the rest of today's session instead."

You groan inwardly. Even with all the "practice" you've been getting, you couldn't stand suckling a pacifier in silence for the next several hours. You wrap a finger around the pink plastic ring and extract it in defeat.

"What am I supposed to say to it?"

"You should call him by his name," Miss Heather corrects you gently. "For this type of therapy, it's important that you think of him as a friend and not just an object. Why don't you join him on the floor?"

Feeling utterly ridiculous but knowing better than to argue, you slide your diapered butt off the couch and waddle awkwardly over to where Mr. Kazoo is lounging on the floor. With Miss Heather's encouragement, you lie down across his tummy and look at his vacant, grinning face.

"Uh...hi." You say sheepishly, already feeling like the world's biggest fool. The bear, as expected, does not react.

"Why don't you tell him about the time Olivia locked you out of the house in just your diaper?" Miss Heather suggests.

"But -- "

"And make sure you call him by his name."

And so the hours pass with you talking more than you can ever remember talking. The stories of your step-sisters' cruelty and your step-mom's punishments grow in length and intensity. On and on, you yap and yammer to this giant stuffed bear. And with each new topic, at Miss Heather's urging, you address your new best friend by his proper name.

"Mr. Kazoo, I feel so gross when Lauren pins me down and makes me smell my messy diapers."

"Mr. Kazoo, I really hate wearing frilly dresses and dorky pigtails."

"Mr. Kazoo, Olivia always grabs my nose and forces me to drink sooooo much water."

"Mr. Kazoo, I hate that I cry so much when my step-mom spanks my bottom."

You vaguely hear Miss Heather mention stepping out for her afternoon break, but still you continue to chat with Mr. Kazoo. You actually feel a bit more freedom now, knowing you're alone with him.

"Mr. Kazoo, I don't like that I'm getting so used to sucking pacifiers."

"Mr. Kazoo, sometimes I realize my diaper is wet but I don't remember when I peed."

"Mr. Kazoo, can I tell you a secret? I'm about to pee in my diaper right now. Please never ever tell..."

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💕 Part 4 💕

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romanestuffsposts · 5 months

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hi love your writing so much and you seem so sweet :) would you feel comfortable writing about reader who has to wear pull-ups and feels embarrassed about it but her daddies comfort her and make her feel better about it? maybe she even tries to take them off or hide them but daddies explain it’s ok that she needs to wear them? as someone who struggles with incontinence due to a health issue ive been very embarrassed in the past. thank you sm!

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for this sweet request! I'm so sorry something bad happened and that it made you feel that way! I really hope you're doing better now <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : pulls up, reassurance, cuddles, pet names, teasing, bath time, changing time

Pairings : daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We love you the way you are

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"stop moving" your Daddy groans. He grabs your little toes and keeps them in his strong hand so he can paint your toenails without being kicked.

You giggle because it's so funny to annoy him. It's been ten minutes and he only paints two nails. He's being really careful so he doesn't exceed.

His tongue even stick out of his lips every once in a while. Just like you when you're oncentrate on something really important for you. So the fact that he sticks his tongue out make you blush.

"if Daddy doesn't hurry up with your little nails we'll have to change the water of your bath because it's gonna be colder than the ice" Your Papa jokes as he leans against the armrest, where your head is resting

You laugh at his teasing while your Daddy rolls his eyes "i'm not that slow" he says "and why did you already prepared her bath ? You knew it'll take me time to do that" he complains, pointing at your toenails.

"how should i know it'll take you so much time to do such a simple thing. It takes me only ten minutes" he shurgs, winking down at you.

You grin up at your Papa and bite your lower lip as you look back down at your Daddy "get out" your Daddy sternly says. Your eyes widen because you thought he was serious but when you hear your Papa laughing behind you, your face relax.

"want me to finish ?" He asks, nodding at your Daddy's hand who's painting now your third nail. "No, I wanna do it" he mumbles as he frowns down because he tries to concentrate and everyone is distracting him.

"Okay" Your Papa laughs "We'll just add hot water in her bath when you're done" He leaves the living room to go in the kitchen to finish the dishes while your Daddy start the fourth nail.

You watch him struggling but still succeeding and after minutes, almost one hour, he's finally done.

He breathes out a long breath and sits back up "here. Done’’ he smiles satisfied as he looks down at his work ‘´we just have to wait some minutes so the last nails can dry and then, bath time’’ he winks.

Like he said, after some minutes he checks if it’s dry and since he got up and lifts you up in his arms, you assume your nails were ready.

He walks upstairs and sits you on the counter of the sink making you grimace at the uncomfortable things that’s in your pants now.

See the things is, you were having such a good time in the couch with your Daddies and then with only your Daddy that you didn’t wanted to move nor disturbing him. You really thought you could hold on until he’s done but you forget he’s much more slower than your Papa..

Your Daddy starts to undress you, he removes your shirt, he lets your hair falls down and then he lifts you up so he can grab your pants and panties.

He stops his movements and looks down ‘´oh’’ was his only reaction.

You look down, ashamed, and wait for him to yell at you or showing you how annoyed he is because of you.

But the only thing he does is kneeling Infront of you and stroking your cheek with his thumb ‘’look at me baby girl’’ he softly say

Your bright eyes meet his beautiful one. His gaze is soft and loving, the opposite of what you expected.

‘’It’s okay’’ he smiles as he tilts his head ‘’it happens sometimes, you don’t need to be ashamed of it’’ he kisses your nose ‘’we’ll just clean you before you bath and after we’ll put something that will help you if it happens again today, alright ?’´ he stands up and lifts you up so you would sit on the changing table

‘’No’ you pout as you shake your legs ‘’don wanna pulls up’’ you whine.

‘’baby doll’’ he sighs, he rests his hands on each side of you and looks at you deep in the eyes ‘’nothing will change, you would just wear those pulls up instead of your panties but nothing else will change’´ he drops his forehead against yours ‘’we will not find you disgusting or weird because you need it. You’re still our pretty, joyful and innocent little princess’’

You smile a little through your discomfort and nod your head. You let your Daddy cleans you, his soft voice that’s reassuring you each time he sees you wiggling on the table or his gentle caresses on your belly helped you getting through that.

After your bath, he changed you into your pulls up, even tho you tried to negotiate with him to not put it on you -you obviously failed- and then walked with you, hands in hands , downstairs.

He brings you to the kitchen and sits you on the counter so you can be near your Papa who’s cooking ‘’how is my big girl going ?’’ He asks with a soft smile as he peers at you.

You groan because you’re not happy with the fact that you have to wear a pulls up and kick your heels in the cupboard underneath you

‘’Hey! None of that here’’ your Daddy warns as he points at you.

You let out a crying whine before looking away. They both know you have trouble accepting the fact that sometimes you need pulls up or a bottle or a paci for sleeping but who cares ? They find it adorable and love preparing it for you.

After eating, you quickly and discreetly disappeared to the bathroom, you did what you had to do in there and then come back down immediately. They don’t say a thing because they thought you were at the toilet when in fact… you were doing something else.

When the time for changing you came, you didn’t say a thing which surprised both of your Daddies. They walked with you upstairs -since they’re gonna put you to bed right after, they’re both there- and when your Daddy went to grab a pull up while your Papa undressed you, he noticed something was wrong

‘’Buck ?’´ He calls

‘’Mh ?’’ Bucky answers as he removes your pull up.

You bite your lower lip.

‘’Where did you put the pulls up box ?’’ He asks after checking each cupboard.

‘’Where it usually is’’ Bucky chuckles, still looking down as he’s cleaning you.

‘’Yea, well it’s not there’’

Bucky frowns and looks up at his husband ‘’you sure ?’’ This one nod.

Both of them look down at you and from the moon on your face, they both know immediately.

‘’Little one ?’’ Your Daddy says. You’re not even looking in their eyes, it’s so obvious now, more than before.

‘’What did you do ?’´ he asks, both is his hand resting on your hip

‘’Nothin’ ´’

He raised an eyebrow making you wanting to look away

‘’Didn’t do anythin!’’ You shake your head ‘’wanted to pee but then I saw the pull up sumping by the window’’ you say playing with your fingers.

‘’try again’’ your Daddy sternly says

Your face drops and you look down, giving them the answer they were waiting ‘’now tell us where it is’’

‘’Under ‘m bed’’ you mumble.

Your papa goes get it and comes back with the box on his hands ‘’here’’ he gives one to Bucky

Your Daddy changed you while you stay completely quiet, your eyes fixed on your fingers.

‘’Look at us, please’’ your Papa grabs your hand and you look up at him, you see your Daddy standing beside him

‘’There’s nothing wrong with needing a pull up, sweetie. It’s just a plus, this is not for degrading you or making you feel guilty because you can’t hold it’’ he tilts his head

‘’We love you’’ your daddy says ‘’we love every aspect of you, no matter what it is. We love all of the things that make you yourself, even that’s

‘’Even that’’ your Papa repeats ‘’there’s nothing you need to be ashamed of when it comes to us’’

‘´Yeah, you’re so weird that we’re used to it now. Nothing shock is anymore’ your Daddy teases you making you giggle, just like he wanted.

‘’Now about we read a wonderful story before closing those beautiful eyes of yours ?’’ Your Papa proposes.

You nod and let him carrying you to the bedroom. You start rubbing your eyes as soon as your neck touches the mattress. Your Daddy clicked his tongue in his mouth and removes your hands, he kisses your eyes softly before laying beside you

He hates when you’re too agressive with your eyes.

As soon as the caring and loving voice of your Papa is heard, your mind is softly slipping away.

All worries with your need forgotten for the night in your Daddies bed, under the protection of their loves and their arms.

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ellieromanov · 6 months

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Wasted flowers. N.R x Y/n

First fic on tumblr, let me know your thoughts and requests are always open.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst

Summery:

Y/n and Natasha are soulmates, they are perfect for each other, but life always has different plans.

Natasha’s point of view

Y/n and I met by chance and dumb luck. We were young and naïve, so clueless of the world and the cruelties it held, yet we thought we knew so much. It was spring in New York, I couldn't tell you the year but if you lived here during this particular spring, you would remember. It was the one when all the trees of Central Park blossomed with small flowers, the birds sang their song from dawn into the late hours of evening, and the breeze held a freshness that the city hadn't seen in centuries.

On this particular day I had wanted to clean up my apartment and make it feel more homely. After hours of picking the place up, rearranging furniture, and hanging up decorations it started to feel more like a home rather than a simple place to sleep. The last thing it was missing was a touch of greenery so I made my way to "Michael's Floral Design" to pick out a bouquet to set in the kitchen and maybe a few house plants.

I had pasted this flower shop on 85th St. nearly every single day on the commute to the tower but never really thought twice about it. I can still remember walking to the shop that day and getting red just at the thought of the 'big scary black widow' walking out of a flower shop with a bouquet of colorful flowers in hand. I can't remember why it embarrassed me so much. But I remember by the time I had arrived to the shop I didn't seem to care anymore, I was to mesmerized by all the colors to care.

I remember reading the name of every flower I saw and paying attention to every detail of every bouquet that was on display. And while I was browsing, the shopkeepers bell rang as someone entered the store, that someone being Y/n. Her hair was shorter back then and she looked much younger of course. I still remember the sweater she had on too. It was a knitted sweater that had so many layers of colors it was almost distracting, which was obviously a stark contrast to myself who was wearing all black. Little did I know that that sweater would eventually become my favorite years later.

I can't remember how we started talking but I'd like to think she was just charmed by me, but knowing Y/n she probably saw how confused I looked from across the store and decided to take pity on me. She helped me pick the flowers and I ended up leaving the store with more than I had planned on.

That night, for the very first time my apartment felt more inviting and and warm than it ever had in the past. What a simple difference flowers could make.

The next time we met it was a few months later in the fall at French bakery. I was sitting at a nearby table waiting for the worker to call my name for my coffee and breakfast when, again, the shopkeepers bell rang and in walked the same girl from the flower shop, only now her hair was slightly longer and died a darker color. But her face looked the same. This time She wore a black beret, a grey sweater and a white and black polkadot skirt. Not as colorful as she dressed earlier in the spring and I can remember wondering if maybe something had happened in between those times to have made her stop wearing so much color, or maybe she was just following along with the seasons. Either way I wasn't going to ask.

She walked up to the counter to place her order and as she was going to grab a seat to wait for her order to be called, I gave her a small wave. The smile she gave me as she walked to my table is one I'll never forget. This time I think I actually did charm her because we ended up staying at this bakery for hours just talking away. I didn't want to leave. I got her phone number that day.

After that we started talking on a regular basis, we'd text each other nearly every day and we'd plan to meet up when we could. It was later that November when she asked me on an official date. How was I meant to turn her down?

We went on a walk through her neighborhood, I remember it was cold and all the leaves had already fallen off the trees and the sun was starting to set much earlier, but I couldn't have cared less, because Y/n was the most wonderful girl I had ever met. She was smart, and witty and she was insanely funny, she made me laugh harder than I had ever laughed in my whole life. And she was gorgeous and kind and soft and she was so humble. It was a nice contrast from everything I was. We balanced each other out nicely.

During this walk through her neighborhood she stopped and greeted every shop owner, every child, and every neighbor with a smile as if she had known them her whole life, and maybe she did, I forgot to ask.

Later that night I walked her to her front door and she invited me in. Her appointment was colorful and crowded with little trinkets she had collected through out the years, art hanging on the walls, plants in every corner, and a bouquet of flowers on her kitchen counter. I ended up staying there that night.

The fall had come and gone and missions were slow, I think everything felt slow when I wasn't with Y/n, my days felt endless and my nights were torturous without her, but looking back now, I kind of wish things felt slow even when I was with her, that would mean I would've gotten more time to appreciate her and love her.

That December she invited me to spend the holidays with her and her family, I of course said yes. That was my first "real" Christmas, we had the food, the films, the decorations and the presents. Y/n's family was incredible, although nothing alike. They were loud and chaotic, unlike Y/n who was soft spoken and patient but it made sense. It was clear how much they all loved each other. The way Y/n and her siblings would interact and bicker always made me laugh and the love her parents had for each other made my heart full. Even though Y/n and I hadn't been dating long, her family took me in like I was their own.

The new year had flown by quickly, winter had pasted and so did the spring. I learned so much about her. I learned how much she loved to paint, and she loved to cook, and she loved playing her piano, of course she did, she was a composer. And I quickly learned how much I love, her. It was that summer that we had said it for the first time. We were drinking white wine on her balcony watching the sun slowly set when she said it. I didn't even think twice before saying it back.

When the next spring had approached we had moved in together, a small apartment in downtown Brooklyn, it was perfect, it was us.

A few months later Y/n got a dog, a Great Dane named Frodo. Of course out of any dog she could have picked she chose the horse. Frodo was the dumbest dog I've ever met but god was he lovable.

Y/n and I had our daily routines, we'd wake up, I'd start getting ready while Y/n started breakfast. Some days she'd make it herself, others she'd take Frodo on a walk to the bakery, and when she'd go to the bakery she'd also stop by the flower shop to pick up flowers as well. She'd get home, we'd eat, then she'd start getting ready while I cleaned up. And We always had to give at least five minutes of love and affection to Frodo before we left for work for the day.

When we'd get home, we'd take Frodo an another walk through the park then stop by the market to pick up anything we may have ran out of through out the week. We'd get home and start dinner. Y/n was always the better cook but I did what I could to help without screwing it up. We'd finish dinner then have a glass of wine together on the balcony and talk about our days. Once the sun would set we'd go back inside and normally watch a film together, but sometimes she'd work on her latest Composition at the piano or she would keep working on her painting while I read to her. This was our day-to-day lives, and just how perfect it was.

It was June of the next year when Y/n had brought up the idea of marriage. I agreed with her without a doubt, how could I not? Y/n was my other half. We'd been together for nearly 5 years. We never had an official proposal, I never got down on one knee with a ring, and neither did she, we just started planning. We didn't need anything extravagant for it to be special, we just needed each other.

Time seemed to be moving so fast and before I knew it, it was already late fall again. This fall had been different from the others, Y/n didn't seem as present as she normally was, she seemed so lost in her own thoughts. At first it didn't worry me, she had a lot going on with work, she had just gotten a promotion at the symphony she worked for so there was a lot of new changes and responsibilities.

But Y/n had started to forget more frequently too. She'd often forget what she had been doing only moments before and she'd forget what she wanted to say in the middle of our conversations. And for awhile I just thought it was all just work related stress.

But only a month later, Y/n was sent home on paid leave after having "an episode." She accused a coworker of stealing one of her books on composition arts that was important for a project she was working on. She forgot that she had happily loaned him the book just two days prior.

Y/n cried so hard that night, she didn't know why she didn't remember loaning the book. She was so frustrated. I suggested that we go to the doctors and that's what we did.

Stage three brain cancer.

The tumor was against the part of the brain that affects memory.

We walked out of that doctors office that day hand in hand. We were meant to go in and figure out what was going on then go home to get ready for one of Stark's Christmas parties but we didn't think that the diagnosis would be anything serious. We thought they'd tell us that she was just stressed and needed more rest, not that she had cancer that's causing early onset dementia. We both decided to keep it a secret.

That winter we spent half of the holidays with her family and the other half with the team at Clint a Laura's. Y/n had admitted to me that being around the team was less stressful than her family simply because she didn't want her family to notice something was wrong.

The holidays went by smoothly and Y/n started treatments. She was able to start working again later that march. When we got the diagnostic I asked Furry to cut down on my hours so I could be with her more often. He agreed to assign me to fewer missions.

That year passed by before we knew it. In all craziness we both dropped the idea of marriage until things had settled.

Frodo was getting older, he had silver down his back and around his eyes, he was getting slower at night too. We still walked him twice a day and would even bring him with us when we would meet with friends. He was always the bestest boy.

Y/n and I still had our daily routines, wake up, get ready and eat breakfast. Except for one time in particular, Y/n had wanted to go to the bakery with Frodo since it had been awhile since we had last went. 30 minutes went by and they weren't back, I called her but she didn't answer the phone. When I went to check her location she was almost in Jackson heights in Queens which was a 40 minute subway ride away. The bakery was only a 10 minute walk away.

I had gotten in the car to go pick her up. I was furious. When I had finally gotten to her she just cried in my arms.

And after that point Y/n's affliction only worsened. She stopped remembering things during her rehearsals with the orchestra and her compositions were in shambles, none of her music or writing made sense. She'd get awful headaches too. Every other night she'd cry herself to sleep because of the pain.

The second time there was an incident she was sent home on permanent medical leave. She was devastated. So was I. Some days I'd get the Y/n who would sing in the kitchen while she cooked us dinner, the Y/n who would sit on the balcony and paint, the Y/n who would joke about our unborn children, and the Y/n who could turn every negative into a positive... other days I'd get a stranger.

Her family was devastated when we finally told them, they started visiting from Seattle as often as the could after that.

Three years passed far to quickly and Y/n only got worse. Her memory was fading fast and the pain in her head only got worse. The worst was when I'd get mad at her like when she'd try to go on walks by herself or when she'd try to cook for herself. I couldn't do anything without her and she couldn't do anything without me. We eventually needed to give Frodo to the Barton's so they could take care of him and I asked furry to take me off the mission list all together so I could just do SHIELD work from home.

This brings us to two years ago. Y/n's memory didn't worsen to much since the worst of it, she still remembered exactly who I was and most of the time she understood what was going but she was so weak, most months consisted of multiple trips to the hospital where she'd be kept for a few nights. But towards the end of it, even her strongest medications couldn't help with the pain.

I remember we started using the spoon theory and color system not long after this. To get through our days we'd make a list of things we wanted to do. First Y/n had to give her color. Green Days were good days, she could get out of bed, take a walk, make dinner, paint, play her piano, etc. Yellow days she'd stay in our room or maybe the living room and sleep, maybe watch something on tv or read a book. And red days were the worst of them. She couldn't get out of bed, she couldn't eat, sleep, or talk. she couldn't do anything but lay there. Those were the worst.

But on green or yellow days we'd make a list of what we wanted to do. Each activity on the list took up a certain amount of energy, and Y/n only had so many spoon fulls of energy to give, that's why the call it the spoon theory. It just helped us do things without Y/n getting burned out.

The last hospital trip we went on she was kept for over a month, machines and wires where hooked up to her to make sure her heart didn't stop. It was so unexpected. The doctors didn't really understand how her health decreased in such a short amount of time. But they understood that my girl was in pain and they tried everything they could to stop that pain.

I believe deep down Y/n knew something the rest of us didn't, I think she knew it was her time, she was so tired and she was hurting and she was ready.

"Natasha."

"I'm sorry we didn't get married."

"I'm sorry we didn't have kids."

"I'm sorry that I can't remember all the time."

"I'm sorry we didn't get the life we wanted."

"I tried. I tried to get better but it hurts so much."

The Barton's would visit weekly, so would stark and other members of the team as well as Y/n's parents.

But I was the one who didn't leave her side. I was there through it all. I was there when she would sob in pain, I was there when she'd forget who our family's were. I was there when she wouldn't sleep for days on end. I was always there.

People often ask me if I regret it, being with her, falling in love with her, meeting her. I always tell them the same thing. Never.

I'd do it a thousand times over again if it meant I got to fall in love with her all over again. Fall in love with her smile and her laugh and her love of flowers, pastries, dogs, music and art. I'd do it all again if it meant that was a promise, that I'd be able to have my girl.

12/30/1992 - 11/11/2018

Y/n Y/l/n

Friend • daughter • sister • lover

Life goes on. two years have slipped away since Y/n has been gone. I’m not able to look at flowers the same anymore. They used to represent her spirit, colorful and lively. But now they mirror her paintings, cracked paint on a Canvas, the echo of her piano that’s lost it’s tune, or that one spring in the city all those years ago. flowers are just fleeting moments of a beauty that slip through our fingers like everything else. my world is quieter without her, and flowers, now seem like an attempt to hold onto moments that inevitably slip away.

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eeveebitches · 7 months

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phone. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: You and roman talk over the phone, stuff happens along the way

Word count: 2.115

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, pillow humping, phone sex, implications of jealous/possesive roman

A/n: as DJ Khaled said, "another one."

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It's unusually dark in Roman's apartment.

You squint your eyes, looking around for any sign of him, hand busying itself to locate the light switch. "Romes?" There's no reply, and as you finally manage to switch the lights on you realize he isn't here. The shoes he usually keeps sprawled by the door are missing, as well as the scarf you had given him for his last birthday.

You shrug off your jacket and hang it, noticing how Roman's lighter jacket seems to be missing as well. Cautiously, you walk around the empty space. You take note of the way he left his cologne on the coffee table without its cover, and as you go to his bathroom you see his aftershave is uncrewed, too. He was clearly in a rush.

His bed is messy, as it always is when he's left to deal with tidying the sheets himself. You chuckle at the shirt of yours peaking out from under his pillow. It takes a lot of mental strength for you to not snap a picture for future teasing material, and instead kick your shoes off.

His scent surrounds you as you nuzzle into his goose feather sheets. The scent is sharp, and woody, and clearly trying too hard to be noteworthy. But deep in those harsh, overpowering scents of desperation, you smell the chamomile from the 'calming room sprays' he always claims to be buying ironically. You also smell your own perfume, and with enough focus you can even smell hints of the vanilla of the soaps you use.

The sudden ringing of your phone startles you. You fumble a bit trying to remove your phone from your pocket, smiling as you realize it's the tiny devil himself calling.

"Romes?"

"Don't 'Romes' me, where in shit's name are you?" he immediately grumbles out, not giving you a second to trade simple formalities.

You can't help but laugh at him. "And hello to you, too. What do you mean, 'where am I'? Where are you?"

He groans, then mumbles something far too incoherent for you to pick up over the phone. "Uh, at your fucking apartment? Did you seriously forget about me that fast? I'm seriously regretting hooking you up with that new job, since you're now apparently too cool for little ol' Romes." After a few seconds of processing his words, you frown. "Wait, what? You're at my apartment?"

"Okay, yeah, you totally forgot, and I just embarrassed the fuck out of myself for breaking and entering. Nice knowing ya, I'm gonna go jump into a river or some shit," he mumbles underneath his breath. Even through the phone you can tell he's pacing around. "Can you even swim?"

He scoffs at that. "The fuck kinda question is that? You don't ask a guy about to take a cyanide pill if he's well versed in medicine, do you? Twisted bitch." Your frown deepens the more you listen to him. "Roman, we were supposed to meet at your apartment, you do remember that, right?"

It's completely silent on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then, "Oh fuck off, you are not at my apartment right now. Just admit you forgot and let me go cry-jerk myself to sleep in your bed," he huffs out, trying to fight back the strain in his voice.

"Romes, I'm laying in your bed right now." He laughs at you, clearly doubtful, but as he quiets down you get the feeling he's starting to believe you.

With his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, Roman looks down at the pillow of yours he's holding. It's a long one, for your neck or something, and he relishes in how much it smells like you. "So what, we're at each other's apartments, laying in each other's beds, like total fucking idiots?"

You can't help but snort at that. "You're the idiot, since I'm at the right apartment. Also, way to go snitching on yourself. You better have removed your shoes before getting in my bed," you say, tugging at a bit of string connected to one of Roman's pillows.

"Yeah yeah, my shoes are off. I am gonna piss on all your furniture, just so you know. I need to mark my territory as the alpha and all that," he jokes, swiftly unzipping and shuffling out of his pants. "Oh, I'm also gonna sleep here because I can't be fucked to call someone to drive me back. Your bed is comfy as shit, anyway."

You let out a humored chuckle, quickly putting the phone down and removing the top layers of your work clothes to leave yourself comfortable. The sound of his voice is small, so after getting settled back in you grab the phone and place it right next to your head.

"Sorry, was getting comfy, what's up?"

Roman lets out a low whistle. "So basically stripping naked? That's hot. You should take pictures of your boobs or something and send them to me," he says, his clutch on your pillow growing tighter as he continues, "we could have hot and heavy sex over the phone, like they did in the 60s when FaceTime and pocket pussies weren't a thing."

"I'm down if you are," you reply as casually as you can, despite the fact that the idea of it excites you. Roman seemingly chokes on his own spit at that, coughing for a few seconds. Ad he clears his throat, he awkwardly unbuttons his blouse as he keeps the phone flush against his ear.

"Oh yeah? What're you wearing, then?" he asks in a try-hard sultry voice. It's hard not to laugh at that, but you manage. "A 17-inch strap on with LED lights, what about you?" Roman lets out a forced moan in reply. "God, that's fuckin' hot. I'd see my insides glow all kinds of pretty colors and shit," he forcibly continues moaning out.

With his blouse fully unbuttoned he shuffles it off, ignoring the fact that he somehow is already getting riled up. Maybe it's the fact that he's surrounded by your presence, or maybe it's the fact that your voice is dangerously near your ear.

Whatever it may be, it makes him move a shaky hand down to his length, applying a singular squeeze to himself and fighting back the hiss he wants to let out. "Seriously though, can you at least try to hide the fact you smell my shirts while you sleep? They're just sticking out," you chuckle out, tugging at the shirt you had previously spotted.

The silence on his end is oddly tense as you fully pull the shirt out, and you quickly realize why.

"Roman... do you actually cum on my clothes?"

He lets out a quiet 'fuck', keeping a solid hold of his cock through his underwear as he realizes he's been caught. "Shit, I-- yeah, I do, sometimes," he weakly stutters out. You tut at that, heat pooling in the bottom of your panties. "So, what, you jerk off sniffing it and thinking of me, or...?"

Roman's breathing slows, turning into weak pants that you can pick up on your end. "I, uh, yeah." A devious grin tugs at your lips as you shimmy yourself to a more comfortable laying position.

"What do you think about?" It's a simple question, really, but the way Roman gasps through the phone makes it worthwhile. "I dunno, just-- fuck, things," he struggles to groan out as he rolls to lay on his side, the pillow he was clutching automatically slotting between his legs.

His cock throbs with need, but something about using your pillow seems too much, even for him. Your shirts, and the occasional pair of underwear were one thing, but your bed felt so clean. Roman didn't want to be the one to make it-- make you dirty.

"Do you think about me touching you?" You hear him mumble out a small 'yeah' in response. You respond back with silence, quietly urging him to keep talking.

His clutch on your pillow tightens, knuckles turning white. "I think about you hugging me, 'cuz you always do when you see me," he whines out, as he continues fondling himself with his one hand while the other keeps its hold on the pillow. "You always, uh, squeeze? And you just smell really good, which is nice, I guess."

"Is that all?" You smile at the whine Roman lets out. "Whatever, I like other shit, too," he mumbles out, trying his hardest to practice restraint.

"What's 'other shit'? Like last week at that fundraiser in the closet, did you like that?" you coyly ask him. The drawn out moan he lets out at the memories is like musicto your ears. "Uh-huh," he weakly moans out, the muffled sound of fabric shuffling causing your mind to race with thoughts of what he's doing.

Roman's hips start a hiccup-y rhythm, attempting to grind into his own touch as he thinks of that night. You had toyed with him all night, dishing out casual yet flirty touches to whoever was there, shooting him a wicked grin any time he caught sight of it. When he had dragged you into a closet to try and stop your little show, you had demanded he went on his knees and apologized for his behavior.

By the end of it, Roman was a sweaty mess as he ground against your leg, trying desperately to keep quiet as you taunted him. Just thinking of how nasty you were to him that night, despite you gracefully letting him use you to get off, sends his head reeling as he gasps at his own touch.

You snicker at the desperate noises he's making. "Are you touching yourself Roman? In my bed of all places? You have no shame, do you?"

"None," he whimpers out, pulling down his drawls to let his reddened and leaking cock spring out, smacking against his stomach. "Are you using your hand to get off? You sick, fucking puppy?" Roman groans out a quiet 'yes' as he carefully strokes himself at an unsteady rhythm. "I w'na use your pillow, can I-- fuck, can I please use y'r pillow?" He gasps out deliriously.

The shocked laughter you let out through the phone is genuine as you realize he's really into this. "Seriously? How fucking disgusting can you be, asking for my pillow? Was using my clothes to jerk off not enough for you, creep? Go ahead and use it if you're really that much of a degenerate."

He immediately places the pillow on the bed and goes to lay on his stomach, moaning as his dick makes contact with your pillow. He doesn't waste any time, immediately picking up in thrusting speed as he revels in the friction the pillow gives against his cock.

"Oh my god, you're actually doing it. Rutting into my pillow like a dog in heat, absolutely fucking revolting," you hiss against your phone, "y'know I have cameras in my room? I could easily send everyone you know the footage of you fucking my pillow like a flithy pervert. You'd like that, anyway, freak."

Roman's moans grow louder by the minute, every one of your poisonous words shooting straight to his cock. "Fuck, 'm close," he groans out, sweat rolling down his forehead as he desperately chases his release. "Are you seriously going to cum on my pillow, Roman? You're a genuine embarrasment, god."

His breath stutters before he lets out a gutteral moan, ropes of cum shooting onto your pillow and most definitely permanently staining it. "Jesus fuck, Roman, you're a legitimate freak," you giggle out through the phone as he slowly comes to, pants coming out muffled as he buries his head into the unused pillows.

"What the fuck, man," he groans out, phone still held against his ear. You let out a chuckle, glancing at the time on your phone and realizing it's gotten quite late. "You doing okay, Romes?"

He lets out muffled noises of confirmation. "Yeah, just fuckin' tired now. Thanks for the, uh, phone sex. It was great."

"Go clean yourself up, Romes. And just put the pillow somewhere in my bathroom, I'll take care of it." He lets out a small whine, awkwardly tucking himself back into his underwear before shuffling to your bathroom. "You're legit going to be the reason I die an early death. I'm gonna fucking, cum my brains out or some shit," he mumbles out as he drops the used pillow on the ground, grabs some wipes and cleans himself up a bit.

"Sounds like a great way to go out," you hum out in reply.

"Of course you'd think that."

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 25- Sex Pollen

Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 2.8k

Warnings-smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, mutual pining, friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, fluff, feelings

Notes- This is my longest kinktober by far but it’s also one of my personal favorites! I originally looked for a soft prompt for him, but then I saw sex pollen and said YES! A little more unexpected! Enjoy! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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Peter let out a deep breath as he collapsed into his little apartment through the window. His Spiderman suit stuck to his skin as he sweated more than usual, and he quickly peeled it off with a huff. It should have been a simple “run out and catch the bad guy” evening, but said bad guy had something up his sleeve. While in the heat of battle, Peter got stuck with something and suddenly felt loopy and disoriented. The enemy cackled and took the opportunity to flee. While he normally could have gone after him, the way his mind swam and blood raced made him turn around and go back home.

“What the hell?” Peter whispered to himself as the room spun around him. It was unusual for anything to affect him like this, and it made him worry; something was off. His skin burned and his blood boiled… and his cock was rock hard. “Maybe a cold shower,” he muttered to himself as he stumbled into the bathroom.

The moment the cool water hit his skin, Peter exhaled deeply. Before getting in, he made sure to save the needle that stuck his skin so he could examine it later, but suddenly, that was the last thing on his mind. Just as Peter got himself to relax, he heard his apartment door unlock and open and your voice echoed through the small space.

“Peter?” you called out, “You here?” you dropped the key he gave you and made your way into his tiny bedroom, “Still in the shower, Pete? Did you forget again?”

Peter called your name as he nearly tripped getting out of the shower. As he listened to you, his cock stiffened more and he felt like it was guiding his movements. Before he knew it, Peter stood in the doorway of his bathroom, dripping wet, naked and rock hard as his gaze burned into you. He breathed heavily as he stared at the way your mouth dropped open and you spun around in embarrassment.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean…” you shielded your eyes as your heart pounded in your chest, “It’s game night,” your voice sounded meek, “I’ll wait on the couch til you’re ready.”

“Wait,” Peter darted across the room in a blink and grabbed onto your wrist, “I need you,” his tone was low as he cock twitched and his skin felt like it was on fire. He had no idea what came over him, but he guessed it had something to do with whatever he was hit with.

“Pete…” you gasped as you turned around and met his gaze, “Are you ok?” you asked as you noticed how red and hot his skin was. His jaw was clenched tighter than you had ever seen and there was a look in his eyes that was never there before. You had no idea what, but you knew instantly something was off.

Peter groaned your name as he yanked you forward and crashed your lips together in a heated kiss. You squealed against his lips, but you quickly relaxed into his touch. He was your best friend, but you couldn’t deny your growing feeling for him over the years. You never said anything though, too afraid of destroying your friendship to take that risk, so you pined from afar.

He let out a low, guttural sound that made your pussy throb as he pulled you flush against his naked body and guided you over to his bed. With what looked like no effort at all, Peter spun you around and pushed you onto the mattress. You looked up at him with wide eyes as you took in the sight of him naked… and hard, before you.

But Peter didn’t stand still for long, and he crawled on top of you with a groan of your name and took your lips with his again. There was a darkness in his eyes that would have frightened you if it were anyone else. But this was Peter… your Peter, and you trusted him not to hurt you even if you knew something was going on with him.

You moaned into his mouth as you lifted your arms and let him tug off your shirt. He broke away from the kiss for a moment just to lift it off in one swift motion, and as he did, you got a better look at his face. You gasped when you saw the feral look in his eyes, almost as if it wasn’t him behind them. And his face looked red, as if he spent too long in the sun.

“Pete…?” you whispered his name as you cupped his face. You wanted this for so long, but you also wanted to make sure he was ok.

Something about the tone of your voice made something snap within him. Peter shook his head and suddenly your soft, sweet Peter was back. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he realized he was naked… and on top of you, currently shirtless. He exclaimed your name but immediately followed it with a whimper.

“Push me away,” his voice was strained as his arms trembled on either side of you, as if he was physically holding himself back.

“What’s wrong, Peter? You can talk to me. Let me help you.”

“I can’t explain now,” he told you as he dropped his eyes down, “I got hit with something,” he took a breath, “And right now all I can think about is fucking you senseless.” Truthfully, Peter felt like he would explode if he didn’t fuck you then and there, but he always thoght of others first, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got hurt because of him.

All the breath felt like it was punched out of your gut. Emotions ran high as you processed the little bit he told you. You knew there was more to the story, but the urgency of the situation took precedence.

“So please,” he begged as he clenched his hands into fists. His hair fell onto his forehead and stuck there from the sweat, “Push me away… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears filled the corners of your eyes and you reached up and cupped his face, “I’m not going anywhere,” your voice was soft yet firm.

“But…”

“Let me help you… Whatever this is, let me help you, Pete,” you sighed, “I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.” Besides… I want this.

Peter stilled as his eyes shot back up to meet yours. He thought he would find doubt in your face, but you held steady. Even not knowing anything about his situation, you were ready to do anything to help him… much like he would have done had this been the other way around. His cock strained between your bodies and suddenly that rush of extreme need pulsed through him again.

“Ok,” his tone was low, “But promise me…” he strained to speak through heavy breaths, “If you need to… Push me away… Lock me in here, knock me out, anything. Just make sure I never hurt you.”

“Alright,” you breathed.

With that, the darker Peter took over and he captured your lips with his once more. This time, the kiss was harsh, rough, deep, as if he dried to devour you through your mouth. You moaned softly as you felt his entire body weight over yours… and you were surprised how much of a comfort it was.

Peter growled into you as he reached down and clawed at your pants, eager to get them off of you. You lifted your hips for him so he could tug them down, breaking away from the kiss in the process. In just two hard tugs, Peter yanked them off along with your panties, leaving you just as bare as he was. A rush of embarrassment ran though you as you felt your own skin warm as well.

And the way Peter’s darkened eyes soaked you in only made the nerves fire up more.

“Fuck,” he whispered through gritted teeth as he covered his body with yours again.

Peter’s tongue dove into your mouth as he rocked his hips against yours. You moaned as you felt how hard he was against you, and the way he ravaged you went right to your cunt. Just as you were about to wrap your arms and legs around him, Peter shifted positions and kneeled himself between your open legs.

He groaned as he poked the tip of his cock against your entrance, and just that sensation made you cry out in pleasure. Neither of you recognized the noise he let out as he thrust himself into you more harshly than he normally would have. You screamed out as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug into his skin as he filled you. Without much preparation, you felt a tinge of pain, but mostly you felt pleasure. It was pleasure because it was Peter… the man you trusted more than anyone and the man you wanted for so long.

Peter didn’t give you much time to adjust and within moments he thrust himself in and out of you. You cried out as you clung to him and let him fuck you. The bed creaked as he rocked his hips against yours in a fast, harsh pace. Vaguely, you wondered if whatever happened to him made him like this, but at the same time you couldn’t complain. It was rough and hard, yet it was amazing.

“Fuck…” Peter growled as he thrust into you faster, desperately chasing his climax.

After only a few minutes, Peter groaned and came hard inside you. You whimpered as you felt him spill into you and a shiver ran up your spine. Sweat lined your brow as you dropped your head back onto the mattress as he slowed his pace.

You let out a heavy sigh as you caressed his shoulders and thought he was finished, but you were wrong. Peter let out a noise of frustration and buried his face in the crook of your neck as you realized he still felt hard inside you. In fact, it almost felt like he was even harder than he started.

Peter bucked his hips against yours in an experimental thrust, and when you let out a moan, he was encouraged to keep going. He propped himself back up on his hands and pounded into you once more. You cried out as the harsh and heavy pace made your mind swim in pleasure. All you could do was cling to him as he thrust into you, and you loved it.

With your name on his lips and his darkened eyes trained on your face, Peter came again. His mouth dropped open as a higher moan escaped as he filled you even more. You whined as you dug your nails into his skin while he slowed his pace once more. But this time, even though he was still hard, Peter seemed more like himself.

You flashed a brief smile up at him, “Maybe one more will do it,” you whispered, “Keep going… I’m ok.”

The low grunt Peter let out made you clench around him and without another word, he thrust into you again. This time, however, Peter lowered himself onto you and wrapped his arms around you. He held you close as he pounded into you again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him right back.

“Shit… Sweetheart…” he moaned against your skin, “You’re amazing… You’re fucking amazing…”

“Peter…”

As you moaned loudly, Peter was spurred on even more and he picked up his pace. Skin slapped against skin as he rocked into you over and over again in an erratic and needy rhythm. You could tell he was chasing his high again, and you felt your own start to creep up. With the way he covered you and hit spots so deep inside you, you didn’t think you could last much longer yourself. And the way his hip bone hit your clit when he was fully inside you only made you scream louder.

“Fuck… Peter…”

“Baby…” was all he could say before his third climax took over him. Peter thrust into you hard and fast as he fell apart overtop of you. His strongest orgasm yet, Peter felt his seed spill out of you as he pumped even more inside. His body trembled as he fought to keep his rhythm; he felt you clench around his cock and he wanted you to cum too.

Peter soon got what he silently wished for and with just a few more thrusts you too came apart. You clawed at his back as your legs shook and you arched your back as you came around his cock. Peter gasped as he watched you ride out your high, and just the sight of you made him cum again.

Exhausted, Peter collapsed down on top of you with a huff. But, he was finally free of whatever venom pulsed through his veins, thanks to your help. He didn’t relax long, and suddenly his mind caught up to him and he pushed himself up to check on you.

“Hey,” Peter murmured your name, “Are you ok? Look at me.”

You didn’t even realize you closed your eyes, and when you opened them you saw your Peter’s face right in front of you, his brows furrowed in concern. The soreness and tiredness didn't even matter to you when he looked at you like that, and it made your heart skip a beat, “I’m fine,” you replied softly, “A little sore,” you laughed, “But ok.”

“I’m sorry,” he cupped your face, “Let me take care of you. Hang on.”

Before you could protest and ask him to just lay with you, Peter shot out of bed and grabbed a towel. He took such tender care in cleaning you up, first wiped your forehead before he dipped the towel between your legs and cleaned up the mess he made. Peter swallowed hard as he saw all of his cum dripping from your pussy and a fresh wave of heat ran through him.

“Pete? You ok?” you asked when you noticed the look on his face.

He looked up at you and smiled, “I’m good now,” he tossed the towel onto the floor and crawled back up to you, “Thanks to you,” he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the way he caressed you, “Anything for you, Pete,” you breathed as you looked into his eyes, “Although this was definitely not the way I imagined us fucking for the first time,” you joked to lighten the mood.

He raised his eyebrows, “So you’ve thought about it,” he smirked.

Suddenly, you felt nervous again, “Yeah…” you confessed shyly as you dropped your gaze down.

He reached out and cupped your chin to make you meet his eyes again, “I have too,” his voice was hushed and gentle.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, unsure what to say next. You had thousands of thoughts and questions on your mind, but you had no idea where to start, “So, what happens now?” you decided to start with that question.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, “I guess I have some explaining to do,” he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, “I’m Spiderman, I got hit with something that made me incredibly horny, I promise to make this up to you, I promise to protect you, and I’ve been in love with you for years,” his confessions spilled one after the other, “I’m gonna spend hours eating you out if you’ll let me.”

“Uhh,” your mind short circuited from all the information you now had to process, “Wow,” you sighed as you pulled back enough to look into Peter’s eyes, “That was… unexpected,” you were still as you ran through everything in your head, and Peter stayed quiet and let you work through it all, “I mean, fuck you’re Spiderman!” you let out a short laugh, “But more importantly,” you paused, “I've been in love with you for a long time too.”

Peter laughed through the tears that formed in his eyes and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. This was slow, with no need to rush anymore. You leaned into the kiss and felt all the unspoken passions there, and you knew he felt yours as well.

“And I’m gonna take you up on your offer,” you smirked, “But I’ll need a raincheck… I’m too sore right now.”

The laugh Peter let out warmed your heart and he held you close as he settled you both down onto the bed, “Offer stands for whenever you need it… No expiration date.”

“How generous of you,” you giggled as you rested in his arms, “I’m glad I was here to help you though, Pete.”

“Me too,” he sighed, “I wouldn’t want it to have been anyone else,” he was about to say something else when you let out a soft snore in his arms. Peter kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you now.”

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nichoskittycorner · 9 months

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Dreamscape (A K smut)

>> NSFW ( MINORS DNI)

>> You had recently broken up with your ex and were trying to do everything to forget about them- especially chasing an orgasm. But all attempts have failed thus far. One night, you're visited in your dream by a mysterious figure who offers to give you your long-awaited relief and more

>>Content: Incubus!K, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pet names, degradation, rough sex

>> word count: 3k

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You groaned in frustration for what could only be the 100th time, flopping back onto your bed and tossing the vibrator to the side.

"Are you serious?! Why isn't this stupid thing working!"

Sitting up, you took in your surroundings and began to clean up. Putting on a large shirt, you almost felt embarrassed looking at your bed. Various sex toys, dildos, vibrators, even clamps and other things, littered the space along with tissues and lube.

All this work for nothing. Were you so stuck on your ex that you couldn't even accomplish something so simple?

Even this little high was taken from you and it nearly brought you to tears. I would do anything to just be able to cum one more time. I don't care what it takes!

The internal grumbling and pleading continued as you finished cleaning up. Once the sheets were cleaned, you crawled into bed and closed your eyes. Feeling exhausted as the warm blanket covered you, drifting off to sleep.

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~ The sound of soft humming and the petting of your hair woke you up. You couldn't help but smile, it was so peaceful and comforting. Upon opening your eyes you jumped back in surprise.

"Who are you?!" There was a stranger in your bed that you don't remember bringing here. The stranger smirked, to the point you could see his almost fang-like canines. Scanning over him, you noticed he also had two horns sticking out his temple, a well-sculpted body (no shirt either but he thankfully had pants on), and a forked tail (?!) swaying back and forth.

He somehow had an adorable face but it was also strong and alluring. His eyes focused like a lion surveying his prey. Dark and large pupils framed by silky and well-kept hair, slicked back neatly.

He looked too relaxed for you not to remember him. "Do I know you?! How did you get into my bed, who are you?" The stranger chuckled. "Do you not recall? You begged for me to arrive."

You were confused still but sat down next to him once again. His voice soothed you instantly and beckoned you closer somehow. He adjusted his position so he was sitting up as well, taking your hand and running his thumb against it. Placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

His lips were warm and soft and it sent a chill down your spine. "Begged for you?" His lips continued to make their way up your arm until they settled on your neck. Teeth teasing at the skin. A gasp left you as his free hand landed on your hip, pushing up your shirt a bit and dipping his long fingers just under the waistband of your panties. His thumb rubs circles into your hip.

"That's right angel. You begged and pleaded for something, anything, to make you cum again. And here I am. I am here to fulfill that wish."

That feels so unreal. And it clicked with you. This was a dream. It had to be. This sexy, probably demon, pops into your room talking about fixing the exact thing that was last on your mind? Well if this was a dream, you couldn't waste this chance.

"Okay then, prove it."

Clearly he was pleased with your response. Giving a toothy grin before seeming to switch modes. His lips reattached to your neck, feverishly kissing up your jaw and back down to your neck.

Biting, kissing, and sucking on your skin, a jolt ran through your body, especially down to your core. This was new and dang it, it was good. The hand still in your panties moved down further in until his thumb rested comfortably on your clit. Alternating between lazily circling and rubbing with a determination to please.

The sensation already driving you crazy. With a swift movement, he pushed your shirt up exposing your chest. His hand landed on your breast and gave the nipple a squeeze, already seeing them hardening. His lips trailed down from your collarbone down to the breast not being tended to with his hand.

His soft lips latch around your nipple- licking, biting, and sucking on them. The hot and wet pleasure his mouth was providing caused another shy moan to escape. Your chest presses up and asks for more.

He obliged and alternated breasts he had his mouth on. Dragging his tongue, which you could now see was long and forked, along from the bottom of your breast and latched onto your other nipple.

The hand still playing with your clit pushed your panties aside. "Look at you angel, you're wet already. I've barely touched you and your panties are soaked." How was he making you more wet and sensitive with just his words?!

Teasing your hot and wet entrance, he dipped a finger into your pussy. Instantly you clenched around the digit to hear him chuckle. "So desperate. Maybe you're more of a needy slut than an angel. Hm, which is it?"

You didn't have a response, and couldn't think of one as he plunged his finger in deeper. Stroking a few times before adding another finger. Picking up the pace of his strokes and curling his fingers occasionally.

You could feel it, finally. The feeling of your building orgasm was appearing. It wasn't enough to cum but it was a start. Breathing heavier as the pleasure started to grow.

"Does my angel want more? Can you handle more?" A whimper left your lips as your hips bucked up. "So needy~. I'll give you what you want baby, don't worry."

He pulled back and removed your panties fully, tossing them to the side. He spread your legs wide, almost like putting your pussy on display. Watching you clench around nothing and squirm for a moment.

Not wanting to leave you hanging for long, he dipped his head in between your thighs and took your clit into his mouth. His fingers dipped back inside and stroked again.

A squeal left your lips as the new sensation took over. He alternated between using his tongue on your clit and entering your cunt, tasting your juices and licking it up like a sacred wine.

As your orgasm drew closer, your thighs closed on instinct, trying to get that high you craved so badly. The knot was so close to breaking and you needed it to.

"Hm, are you close angel? Do you want to cum? Beg for it then you needy slut."

A part of you wanted to think it through- was begging really worth it- "Please, please let me cum! I need to cum please!"

And he was happy to oblige. Speeding up his fingers just a bit, you felt it ripple through you. Your orgasm, the rope finally snapped. Your body shook as the pleasure washed over you. Tears of joy, relief, and pleasure were so close to spilling over as your head hung back and your moans filled the room.

Coming down from that high was incredible. Opening your eyes, you saw a few stars. As the stranger sat back on his heels and licked your juices off of his fingers. Something about the satisfaction on his face was already turning you on again.

"Well, aren't you a good girl angel! How was that? Think you can handle more?"

You nodded weakly and blushed a bit. How could he tell so soon?! You just assumed it was the dream thing and of course, he would know.

After taking in your nod, he grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you closer so your hips were practically glued onto him. His large bulge pressed against your core.

With an expert hand, he unbuttoned his pants and removed them, leaving him bare naked and on full display.

Well, his bulge wasn't a farce for sure. His hard cock was long and girthy. Not to mention the veins popping out adding to the definition and detail. Definitely more defined than your ex- you shook your head to clear that thought out. You weren't supposed to be thinking of them.

"W-wait! You're kinda big, how will it fit?"

"We'll make it fit angel. You can do that, right?"

It was shameless how eagerly you nodded and felt yourself get even more wet. You wanted to take him and take him now. His tail flicked in anticipation.

He repositioned both of you, spreading your legs once again as he lined the head of his cock to your entrance. Almost drooling in anticipation as he leaned in, kissing along your jaw and up to your ear.

"Just breathe angel. And enjoy yourself."

His voice was low and soothing, almost lulling you off into pure relaxation. He pushed inside your cunt- a growl-like sound left him as he pushed in. "Fuck, you're so tight angel."

Warm and wet folds stretch out to fit around him. A slight ting of pain but they were quickly wiped away with pleasure. Drawing a long moan out of you and your head fell back. Your hands instantly latch onto his wide shoulders and hold on tight.

Inch by inch, he pressed in further into your heat. Slowly pulling out and pushing back in and adding a little more of himself each time. His chest rumbled as he bottomed out, his entire cock buried inside of you.

"Good girl. I knew you could take all of me." Another shock went through your entire body, clenching down on him, getting a moan out of you both.

"Please… fuck me already."

"You're so cute when you're desperate." He chuckled before pulling his hips back, almost painfully slow, until only the head of his member was still inside. And without warning, he jerked forward with the perfect force to put his entire cock back in.

He picked up a medium pace and angled his hips to best pleasure you. Burying his head into your neck and kissing along the other side to decorate it as well. Large hands holding down your hips as he continued to thrust into you.

The lewd noises falling from both of your lips, the sound of skin slapping together and the wetness of your cunt being pounded filled the room. It was pure ecstasy.

This is what you've been craving for so long. Who cares where he came from- he was giving you want you wanted and practically needed all this time.

Your hips started to buck involuntarily to meet his thrusts. The little bit of time he was pulled back was still too much and you wanted more already.

He chuckled and bit down on your neck. "I love this part of you. You're no angel, you're just a desperate slut. A stranger shows up and offers to fuck you and you agree."

Why did you enjoy this? You know if any random person spoke to you like this you would be livid. But no, you were whimpering and panting, internally begging for more.

" Hmm, yes, yes, please, don't stop!"

Thoughts were falling apart as you felt your orgasm growing closer again. Adjusting your hips, he continues to thrust in, now getting a better angle to hit your g-spot more consistently. Each brush sent chills down your body as you shook.

Your little pleas turned into heavy panting as your nails dug into his shoulders. You're sure they would leave marks, only fair after he decorated your neck.

Moving a hand down, he started to rub on your clit as he kept his pace. Adding speed to both his thumb and his hips to drive you over the edge.

"Cum for me like a good girl angel. You can do it again, right?"

It was as if he had full control of your body at that moment. Another orgasm shook through you. Much more intense than the last time. You weren't even able to hold back the cry of pleasure that shook you. A mix of moans, whimpers, and incoherent words strung together and fell from your lips.

Your legs were still shaking but you felt satisfied. Getting your breathing under control as your vision cleared up. He pulled out, making a whimper leave your lips.

"Haha! What is it? You still want more?" Your soaking and well fucked cunt was gaping and clenching down on nothing, begging to be filled once again. Giving you a bit of mercy, he inserted his fingers to give you the relief you craved. Stroking slowly as you came down.

At first, you were unsure. It baffled you how you felt that way. But sitting a bit on your elbows, you realized his cock was still hard. Just a bit of precum leaking from the tip.

"You… you didn't get to finish?" You were sure he would have with the way he helped you chase your high. But he laughed. "I'm here to help you. Plus. I couldn't fuck you the way that would get me there the fastest. You're too brittle."

Brittle?! Who does he think he is?! So what he was thick and long and knew how to move his hips- what could he mean by that? Was it something about the way he made you feel that you were still wanting more?

"I'm not brittle! I can handle it!"

His eyebrow raised and his head tilted, questioning if you were serious. You completely forgot about his tail until it crept along your leg, wrapping around your ankle and pulling you into his lap.

Now in his lap, his hands gripped and squeezed your ass. His shaft pressed up against you, sending a buzz through you.

" Are you sure you can? Because I get rough. Really rough."

That felt like a warning but also an invitation. You were already dripping from your cunt again. Whether it was the thrill of the challenge or if you just wanted him again, you couldn't tell and could care less.

"I can handle it."

Your resolve was solid and he seemed both fascinated and satisfied. With a kiss to your throat, he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you around. Your chest and face pressed into the mattress with your ass still up in the air.

The wind was knocked out of you but you barely had time to catch it again. He had already slipped back inside your cunt, as his hand gripped into your hair. Holding on tightly as he started to roughly pound into you.

Audible and high-pitched gasps left your lips as he continued. Jerking his hips like he had no thoughts on his mind other than chasing his high.

The new position made your legs quake in no time. Sensing this, he pulled back on your hair until your back was up against his chest. His pace never slowed or eased. His lips fell to the crook of your neck as he bit down roughly.

Taking both hands, he cupped your breasts and squeezed down on them. Your mind was reeling trying to process all these sensations. Rough was already an understatement as you knew for a fact you'd bruise.

Your legs trembled from the force of his thrusts, your body ready to chase another orgasm.

"What is it slut? Can't stay up for me, that's fine-" He growled into your ear and only made your already sensitive pussy clench down again.

Pushing your bodies forward, he was pressing you into the sheets as he fucked you relentlessly. The sound of your pleasure was muffled by the sheet as your fingers held on like it was your lifeline.

His chest still pressed against you as his thick cock drilled into you. "You like it when I fuck you like this? Just like you're my little cum doll and I fuck you as hard as I want. And you love it don't you?"

" Hmm, yes, I'm your cum doll! Hmm love it, I love it!"

You couldn't believe these words were leaving you as the tears started to flow. You were loving this, you did want to cum again. You did want him to stay inside you and keep fucking you.

Even as he had your hips hard pressed against the mattress, you still bucked back your hips and whimpered. Mewling, panting, begging, everything lewd and obscene was leaving your lips as you begged for more.

"More! More! Fill me up please!"

He didn't respond with words but he picked up the pace. Hard deep strokes turn into stuttering shallow ruts. He was close for sure.

"I'll fill you up angel, but you have to cum too."

Your body was more than happy to obey. A third orgasm rippled through you, crying out in unfiltered ecstasy as stars filled your vision and the sound around you muddled.

You almost missed the way he dug his fingers in deep and let out a growl-like moan as he came inside of you. Hot strings of cum quickly filled you up as you both shook in pleasure.

Never have you experienced something so intense, so pleasurable. He pulled out, taking along some of the cum as it leaked out of your fucked out hole. Your body was too tired to move. But you felt your hair get pushed aside as he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Good girl. You're so amazing angel. Now get some rest."

You wanted to say something. You didn't know what but your mind was also too clouded to think. Sleep took over before you could stop it.

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Waking up you felt both relieved and exhausted. Was that all just a dream?!... It was one heck of an intense dream.

But you couldn't help but feel bummed out. You wanted to see that hot stranger again.

Rolling over, you saw you were still under your blankets, your clothes still on. Only the remains of a typical wet dream were left in your sheets.

As you were getting out of bed, you noticed something on your nightstand. A little note-

Call my name when you want to see me again -K

#&team smut #andteam smut #&team k smut #k smut #k x reader #k #andteam k smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours

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treausre-fiction · 11 days

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Fan Favorite; KHJ

Y/N was a simple girl so to say . She had dreams just like any other girl in her 20s who enjoyed fangirling over different things whether that was the latest makeup release or her favorite KPOP group having a comeback , she lived a more simple life but still dreamed about her name being big in the stars . With a turn of events with a fan and celebrity line being crossed , Y/N finds herself in a 18 year long situation.

(YBSFN) - Your Best Friends Name

* Readers note ; Chapter 5 and onwards will now be containing more sm*t and darker content *

Chapter 5 ; Sweetheart

Still in disbelief that he was talking to you your mind felt like it was running trying to find a response .

“ (YBSFN) is just more of the social one , I just kinda lay back you know “ you murmured while looking at the floor .

You see Hongjoong shift his weight and squat down in front of you while meeting your eyes . Usually you felt embarrassed when talking to guys and always looking down at the floor .

“ I like eye contact when talking” he asserted while still keeping that same smile on his face . You always knew why he was the leader and how assertive he could be but even outside of being a leader his personality alone was so dominant.

The blonde hair , the smile , the jawline , his eyes … your mind wondered scanning his entire body seeing him this close to you .

“Y/N HELLO?!?! I’ve been calling you for the last 10 minutes” (YBSFN) nearly yelled . You snapped yourself out the trance you were in and walked over to her . (YBSFN) wasn’t stupid , she saw how Hongjoong was talking to you , the way you looked at him and truthfully she wasn’t gonna be a cockblock simple as that .

“Wooyoung told me their hotel isn’t too far from ours and we were gonna hang for a bit , you wanna come ? No pressure” (YBSFN) explained softly . That’s something you did appreciate about (YBSFN) is that she never pressured you .

Before she could say anything else you agreed to go .

That’s how you found yourself in the position you were in now . Between Kim Hongjoong and a wall and him in the crook of your neck in his hotel room . You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet before this and always pictured a fairytale first kiss but something about Hongjoong made you forget about all of that.

His scent almost felt addicting and touch lingered on your skin , maybe it was you being a virgin or him just knowing how to touch someone properly that had you hooked but you could care less right now .

“H-Hongjoong wait w-wait” you muttered while trying to suppress any other possible sounds from coming out of you. To be completely honest you were embarrassed to let out any moan so keeping your lip between your teeth was a lot easier. He looked up eyes slightly hazy which only made you feel more weak .

“Hmmm” he hummed

You debated saying the next words that came out your mouth but you also felt it was right to do .

“I haven’t.. never .. you know-“

“You’re a virgin?” He asked eyebrow half raised . Your silence enough was your answer.

“It’s okay , thank you for trusting me . If you get uncomfortable and want to change your mind it’s okay” he reassured stopping his movements . He felt genuine not like the frat guys they show in movies who make you feel bad for not sleeping with them.

In the back of your head you felt like you shouldn’t have been doing this but at the same time it only felt right .

He didn’t pressure you into doing anything for him for the first time , he wanted to only give to you . His words rang in your head the whole night

“No man will ever make you feel as good as I did tonight sweetheart”

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nimata-beroya · 4 months

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20 Questions For Writers

This was sitting on my notifs for a few days and i finally took the time to do it. Thank my darling @takadasaiko for the tag!! 💕💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 88 works in total, 31 of which are for Star Wars.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

574,873 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm only writing for Star Wars. But I used to write for Arrow and Supergirl, and ASoIAF, Dark-Hunters and Chronicles of Nick are in standby. I'm waiting for right motivation to come back to any of the last 3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm only talking about Star Wars fics here...

Kadala (The Mandalorian) [and 4th place in most kudos of all my works]

Rough Awakening (The Bad Batch) [and 5th place in most kudos of all my works]

Welcome to Yavin IV (Rebels)

An Explosive Situation (Rebels)

Rescue on Ryloth (The Bad Batch)

And the the rest of my all-time fics with most kudos are

Take Your Breath Away (Arrow)

Undisclosed Desires (Arrow)

Made For You (ASoIaF/Game of Thrones)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best, but sometimes I forget, and then it's been weeks and months since I got the comments that I'm embarrassed to reply them after so long. Even though, I think it's important that a writer let the reader/commenter that they appreciate it, even if it's with a simple "thank you" or an emoji. I know I'm being a hypocrite here since I fail to do what I preach, but it doesn't make it less true.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that would be Drifting, because it's kind of open ending, left to be interpreted, so it could end however the reader wants. Although, I left an author's note at the end saying what's my preferred ending, which always will be inclined to the happy side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

High Above the Ground because is the happy ending i want for Commander Fox and Riyo Chuchi. They deserve only the best!

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No, not really. I've gotten only 1 stupid message of someone criticizing a fic, but that was years ago when I still posted on FF dot net. The joke was on the reader because I moderated all the comments there so I just deleted it and nobody saw it but me. Honestly, I just laughed about it cuz their argument was just stupid.

9. Do you write smut?

I do, all kinds -from the most tame thing to the most perverted. But I used to wrote way more in my old fandoms, especially for Arrow. I think for Star Wars I've written just 1 or 2 smutty fics, and tamed at that.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've tried a couple of occasions but never finished them. I'm not opposed to them obviously, but I do think the combination of fandoms has to be just right to work. Or at least, when it's me doing the writing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Many, many years ago in the first fandom I ever wrote for. It was awful and hated it! You see, this was in the stone age of the internet when fandom specific sites abounded and not everyone had an account on FFnet yet (and Ao3 was not even a dream). The site I published on was split in 2 sections because the ships war in the fandom was bloody and ruthless, so to avoid the slaughter, I kept myself in my preferred side. But one day, a friend who read fic on both sides told me that someone stole my fics. Avoiding to get caught, the person who did it published them under a pen name that was almost exact to mine, she only added a period at the end, which could easily go unnoticed. Oh, and she interchanged characters names so it'd fit the other ship.

At first, my friend thought I had posted them but she knew I'd never write for that ship, like ever. In the end, it turned out that I wasn't the only one who had being plagiarized. Several people ON BOTH SIDES were. Thankfully, the person was caught and banned, but we almost burned the site down because of the whole shitshow.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

By me, yes, several. All into Spanish (my mother tongue). By others, not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! A couple of times for different fandoms, and I loved it. I hope I'll do it again. The thing is that you need to find the right partner for it, or it can be a nightmare.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't appreciate this question, let me tell you. It's hard to choose. But I think I have to go with Olicity. I love them still (even if the show ending ruined it for me). Close second would be Braime (and I'm glad that there's still hope for them on the books, because as usual the show fucked them so but sooooo bad)

And as Star Wars specific, I don't think anyone will be surprised if I say it's Kalluzeb, right 🤣 They're my babies and I adore them!

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Anything for Arrow or Supergirl. I sworn off those fandoms after their respectively awful endings.

No promises, but there's still hope for all if my unfinished works for Star Wars 😅

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas. So, so many ideas. All the time and I want to write them all.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Finishing writing the above-mentioned ideas. I tend to splay myself too much when I'm writing, and it takes me forever to get to the portion I really want to write (usually the idea that sparked the whole writing process) and I lose steam. That's why I have so many unfinished WIPs. I wish they'd write themselves.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's ok if used sparingly. A word here, a phrase over there is fine, but if a wall of dialogue that the reader needs to scroll down to the notes or click on a tooltip to find out the meaning it's the worst!!! A better solution for a writer that really needs/wants to have a whole conversation in another language for plot reasons or whatever, then all they need to do is to say once that the characters are talking in the other language and put the dialogue in the same language they've been writing the rest of the narrative and in italic.

The characters who don't speak the language won't understand what's being said, but the reader will and their reading will be more pleasant and fluid.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

An Argentinian show called Floricienta. A modern retelling of Cinderella.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I don't like this question either! All my fics are my babies! How do you want me to choose?!! There are so many I'm proud of. I guess I'll point the most recent one: Feed Me Poison, Fill me till I Drown I really like how this story is coming along. It's not done yet (what else is new? 😅) but what's coming is so so good!

Tagging (no pressure): @renee561 @thecoffeelorian @genericficerblog @airlockfailure @mistr3ssquickly @insertmeaningfulusername @fanfictasia

#20 asks for writers #ask game #the mandalorian #the bad batch #sw rebels #kalluzeb #braime #foxiyo #mare writes star wars #and other things #olicity #long post

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Versace on the Floor (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

YALLLL the lovely @loneghostwolf made this absolutely breathtaking render for this fic and I couldn't be more obsessed!!! Please make sure you follow and check out the rest of her works!!!

This is sex, money, feelings, die I just changed the song because this one fit the vibe better (don't hate me pls), italics signify an event in the past throughout the fic

Based on Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars

fem reader! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, pet names, sexual tension, (if I forgot anything pls lmk!)

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Your reflection stared back at you as you finished getting ready before heading down to meet the Commander, your newest catch. He was tall, not the tallest, taller than you though which was all that mattered. He was also very pretty, his blonde hair and blue eyes were fitting for a southern Texas boy. He had money but it wasn't flashy money, he kept it understated. Simple pleasures he indulged in, and you were one of them.

You had met at a bar, your previous date bailing on you, which had left you sipping wine by yourself in an upscale bar you had no business being in anymore. Always the one being the knight in shining armor, Phillip Graves had approached you, saving you from the embarrassment of being stood up. Despite his appearance, he wasn't a douche, he was kind and even made you laugh, which was rare for a man to do.

The night had led you back to his penthouse apartment in the city. He acted as if he was embarrassed for you to see his place, he was much more understated than the penthouse. Graves enjoyed his ranch back home in Texas much more compared to the penthouse he stayed in when in between deployments. Since he was rarely there, the place looked brand new, almost untouched. You weren't one for hooking up with someone you had just met but something about Phillip Graves made you think this wouldn't be the last time you would be seeing him.

You headed downstairs, Phillip waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in his suit. He was back after a long deployment. The two of you had been together going on 10 months, Graves was taking you out for an anniversary dinner, quite the romantic he was. Prior he had sent you to pick out new outfits for the both of you.

“Doll, don't forget this” he waved the black Amex in the air as you were slipping your shoes on to leave,

“Phil, c’mon I don't need that”, you smiled at him, he loved to spoil you and you loved to be spoiled but didn't want to come off as ungrateful.

“If you don't take it, I won't let you leave”, he looked up smirking as he tipped the card in your direction.

“And how do you plan to do that?”, you sauntered over to him, making a point to jut your hips out a little more. As you approached him, his hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“Phillipppp-” you dragged his name out as he started to place kisses on your collarbone. Instead of using his words, he responded with a light bite on your neck, sucking slightly to make sure he left his mark.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine, you know that? I’ll leave even more if you don't take this damn card and get us some outfits for tonight”, the Texan accent slipping out as he insisted that you let him spoil you.

“Fine, whatever you want” you placed a quick kiss on his lips as you grabbed the card,

“Now that’s more like it darlin’”, he leaned up against the counter as you headed out the door waving bye.

You didn't plan to spend so much money but when the lady at the register said,

“That’ll be $5,625”,

Your jaw dropped and prayed Phillip wouldn't be pissed as you slid the card through the machine. You weren't used to having this kind of money at your disposal, even after being with the CEO of the Shadow Company for so long. He had become quite accustomed to having money, he just didn't spend it, he did enjoy watching you spend it though. Anything you wanted you got, even when you mentioned something in passing. Graves' love language had become gift-giving after he met you.

The restaurant Phillip had picked was of course the nicest one he could find, only the best for you. The two of you finally sat down in a private room he had booked for the night.

“You are so extra, you know that?” laughing as Phillip fixed his tie,

“Hey, if I'm gonna be your sugar daddy, I gotta know when to splurge”, he chuckled as he threw you a wink

“Sugar daddy? Where’d you get that from hmm?”, Phillip Graves as a sugar daddy wasn't something you had ever seen coming, but the idea of him being yours set your senses on fire.

“What ya like it?” his hand began rubbing up and down your leg, creeping farther up your thigh with each stroke.

“You could say that, Commander”

“I like to spoil you, now what’s wrong with that?” his tone had changed and his eyes had gone dark with lust.

“Absolutely nothing”, you whispered as you leaned in to close the gap between you two. Graves taking charge as his hand snuck around the nape of your neck pulling you in. Your hand cupped his face to deepen the kiss. The hand that was once on your thigh had snuck up under your dress to play with the waistband of your thong, lightly pulling it back to allow it to snap against your skin.

“I think we should take this home, yeah?”Graves mumbled against your lips, you nodded your head vigorously in an attempt to get out of the restaurant faster. Neither of you even made it past the car.

Phillip being Phillip, had a driver, which was extremely useful in situations like this. The both of you slipped into the back of the black SUV, luckily the car had a partition that Phillip had closed for privacy. Once the car door closed, he pulled you up onto him to straddle his lap, his hands on your waist holding you firmly in place, slowly rocking you back and forth on his hardening cock. His lips didn't leave yours the whole car ride back to the penthouse.

The two of you stumbled out of the car, Phillip attempting to fix your hair which he had ruined by running his hands through it. You both found your way up to his penthouse quickly, arriving at the door your hands anxiously wrapped around Graves’ back as he fumbled with his keys. The second the door opened you were all over him. Lips connected as you pushed him toward the couch as you fiddled with his tie, too distracted to figure out to take it off properly.

“Hey doll, slow down, I’m not going anywhere”, you could feel him smiling into the kisses, “Let me help you. He grabbed your hand as he sat down on the couch, tugging you down to sit on his lap. He leaned back into the couch, slowly peeling off his suit jacket, giving a sultry smile the whole time. Once he had discarded the jacket he moved to his tie, hooking his fingers above the knot to loosen it. You were getting impatient as you shifted your hips on his lap, causing him to lightly buck up in response.

“Be patient,” he whispered as he pulled the tie over his head, you nodded. His hands went to your hips to hold you in place, as you rested your hands on his chest. Noticing he was still wearing his shirt you tugged at the collar as you started to unbutton the white dress shirt.

Phillip let out a sigh as you moved down closer to his erection as you untucked the shirt to finish undoing the last couple of buttons.

“What’d you say about patience again?” teasing him with his own words as you could tell he was getting tenser with every movement you made. He ignored your comment as his hands began to roam your body, as they eventually landed at the zipper on your back.

“Stand up and turn around for me darlin’”, which you obliged, Graves standing up with you as well. His hands slowly crept down your back before landing at the zipper again. Before unzipping the dress, he began placing slow kisses on your back, each kiss sending a shock through your body. He mumbled something against your back as you could feel the vibrations coursing through you. Your mind too foggy to interpret what he said.

The sound of the zipper finally brings you back to reality as one of Phillip's hands guides the zipper down, and the other rested lightly on your back. Once the dress was finally unzipped he allowed it to drop to the floor. Turning you around and pulling you close to him so you could step out of the dress completely.

“Wow”, Graves’ breathed out, he kicked the dress away, sitting back on the couch resuming the previous position as he pulled you back onto his lap.

“That dress was expensive Phil, you can't just kick it around the floor”, you giggled, your hands rested around the back of the Commander’s neck.

“Doesn't matter, not when I have a pretty girl sitting on my lap right here” shooting you a grin, as you playfully slapped his chest.

“Now, what are we doin’ down here? If I recall, my bedroom is upstairs”, Phillip stood up taking you with him as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you up the stairs.

Graves lightly tossed you on the bed, before crawling on top of you, “Now you gonna let me spoil you tonight doll?”, you nodded as it seemed the Commander's new kink had been revealed all in one night.

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I put my all into this one LOL I hope you all liked it, I lowkey went off from my original plot and got too caught up with sugar daddy Graves

#Spotify #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves cod #warren kole #cod graves #cod mw2

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fakesimp · 1 year

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Hi! I would like to request an x reader with shu teaching Y/N how to make potions and curses, etc (basically stuff that a sorcerer would know). A little spicy maybe if you can? Thank youu

Is it a Love Potion or a Aphrodisiac? , With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Slight Nsfw ; Not In Relationship (yet) ; Roommate! Shu Yamino ; Confession ; Lowkey Obsessive Shu. ; The use of Aphrodisiac ; Mentions of Sex

A/n : Y'all, don't you think I'm making too much Shu Yamino writings- I'm not complaining tho..

Cuz I see y'all like my Shu's writing (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Also, this ask have been in my inbox, for.. quite sometime.... I'm sowwy (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Curiosity piqued your interest upon Shu's knowledge about sorcery stuff, you wanted to know what does Sorcerers usually do. But you're currently contemplating on how to ask him about it, you're now staring at your roommate Sorcerer, Shu Yamino. That's currently sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.

"Shu," You called, "Hm?" Shu hummed and turn his head to you, blinking in confusion, "I want to ask you something.. If you don't mind that is." You continued. Making Shu slowly dropping his phone and fixed his position facing you, "Well then, Ask away, I'll try to answer it for you." He said not forgetting his signature V-shaped smile.

"I.. um, want you to teach me some, sorcery stuff.. anything is fine." You mumbled in the middle of your sentence, making the Sorcerer stared at you a bit confused and concerned for a second, "You want me to what again?" He repeated some of your sentence that he heard.

"Teach.. me some.. sorcery stuff.."

. . .

"Why though? I mean, well I can teach you some, simple stuff." Shu said as he frown for a moment, you slowly approach him and sat down next to him. "It's okay if you don't want to-" "I can teach you one or two stuff, come with me." He said as he slowly raise up from the couch, extending his hand to you. You blinked for a second, then slowly put your hand on top of his.

. . .

Both of you are in Shu's working space, a place where he experiments on some sorcery stuff. Shu standing next to you, holding some potions. He looked over to you, "Do you want to hold these?" He softly asked. "Can I?" "Yeah, of course." He said and softly chuckled before giving the potions to you.

After some instructions from your roommate, both of you didn't realize how long you've been there. Right now you're making one last potion, that Shu wants you to make. Also drink.

"So, you, want me to. Drink this potion?" You asked as you stare at the bright pink colored potion you're holding, "Mhm, but it's okay if you don't want to." Shu replied smiling sheepishly, "I don't want to force you to drink these type of stuff. I know how sensitive your stomach are.." he continued and then taking the potion away from your hand. "What is that potion anyway?" You asked him, "It's nothing dangerous, don't worry, also forget that I ask anything." Shu replied and coughing away his embarrassment.

You wanted to ask more but you decided to drop it right there since you don't want to make things awkward between you and your roommate.

. . .

Right now both of you are eating dinner, both of you laughing at each other's stories of what happened a day before today. Everything was fine until you felt your body slowly getting hot. It feels like it's burning.

Shu who notices what's happening went over to you, concerned and worried. "Hey- are you okay? Your face is getting red." He said as he holds your body, "Oh, shoot, your body is burning." Shu started to get worried about your health. You were fine a few minutes ago, how are you burning like this now?

"Shu.." you called out his name, almost as if you're, moaning. You held onto his shirt tight, breathing ragged, "Help mee" You whined softly as you bury your face into his shirt. Shu gently picked you up bridal style and went up to your bedroom, trying to figure out what's the cause of this. Until it clicked.

"(Y/n)- did you, perhaps drink something before we eat dinner?" Shu asked as he gently move your hair that was covering your face, "Hmnn.. I.. don't remember.." you replied as you held Shu's hand. "..oh, wait.. I drank, a potion.." you said after a minute of trying to remember what you consumed.

"Is the color of the potion, perhaps, dark pink?" He asked you again as he gently rub his thumb at the back of your hand, you frowned, you tried to focus on remembering the color, but the heat in your body is slowly driving you insane. "I think so, haa-" you can't hold it any longer,

What were you thinking when you drank that potion?

"Shuu.. please-" You begged as you slowly raise up from your bed and then pushing your roommate to the floor, "Ah- hey-"

Thud! thud!

Now here you are, sitting on top of Shu, while he, himself underneath you, face red. "W-what are you doing-" he asked as he tried to push you away gently, but you didn't budge. "Please, it's so hot.. make it stop" you begged as you rub yourself right above his hard on, making the Sorcerer softly groaned at the movement you did.

Don't you wonder when did he get hard? You would if you're not in this, aphrodisiac situation you're in.

"I think, haah- you, ngh- drank the wrong potion-" Shu gripped your hips, trying to make you stop moving, "Hmmh- I, did?" You gasped a little at his grip, you stopped moving for a moment staring at the Sorcerer underneath you.

"I like you, I want you, please.." You said out of the blue, making the Sorcerer underneath you go speechless. "You- gh-, really.. you better confess properly after this." He groaned softly and then immediately switched position with you. You are now pinned underneath him, "It seems like you did drank the wrong potion," he said as he slowly dive his face at the crook of your neck making you softly whined at the sensation. "The one you drank is something that I didn't ask you to drink." He whispered, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Then, haah, w-what is it that I drank? Hmn-"

"It's an Aphrodisiac." Shu replied and start kissing your neck, "Don't worry, I'll help you with it.." he whispered into your ear.

"I'm happy you're finally mine now," Shu moved his face away from your neck to look at your face, your flushed face.

"that potion you drank wasn't something I want you to drink.. but I guess, that could work." He continued before slowly leaning dangerously close to your lips,

"I like you too,

Now let me help you with this aphrodisiac you accidentally drank.

Don't worry, everything will be okay, trust me."

©fakesimp

A/n : I- think- I went too far, oh dear. (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

I hope it's not too much for you anon- (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino

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adamsapple oneshot for @rius-cave, @sugarry-sins and @aesusen

Im huge fans of you you guys btw. And I hope @aesusen would possibly use my hazbin hotel heaven oc

Also slight nsfw stuff (which i hate) , and tuns of swears

Adam pov:

I couldn't believe this, I mean I literally couldn't. First I was the first man on earth, then I was the first human soul to enter heaven, then head exorcist, now I'm a stupid demon on a fucking leash, and owned by the one who fucked my wife's. All because I needed a place to stay, and it was so I can apologize for all the damage I did to the old hotel.

And I knew he was enjoying this, always teasing by saying stuff like "if you be a good boy for daddy, I'll give you a reward~" and "who's my little bitch~" and let's not forget "Look how far you've fallen~". All of those things he said made me turn into a tomato. I hated his constant flirting but I signed my soul to him. So I had to just deal with it

Today I heard lucifer calling my name somewhere after breakfast, and since he owned my soul, I had to. I went to the main entrance of the hotel, seeing lucifer waiting for me with what seemed to be a bunch of papers next to him. I was confused on why there were so many. I hope I wasn't going to hold all of them at once. I looked at lucifer who was turning around to notice I was there.

"Ah you made it! Your such a good boy for daddy~" lucifer said makeing me flush out of embarrassment. "Today will be a simple task, as you notice I have a fuck ton of papers" lucifer said in a energized tone. He looked kinda cu- WHAT! DID I JUST FUCKING THINK THAT?! I I HATED THAT WIFE STEALING MOTHER FUCKER. WHY WOULD I NEARLY THINK HE WAS CUTE?!

I snapped back into consciousness after lucifer waved his hand in my face. "Hey you back" lucifer asked me as my face blushed, I nodded as I looked back at him. "So anyways these papers happen to be fliers for the hotel. If you can put up at least half of them..." lucifer said as they looked at me to finish the sentence "I'll give you a reward~" lucifer finished his sentence as he grabed my chin so i could look at him better, making me blush slightly. "Fine" I groaned out as I picked up half of the papers like luci said.

"But why half" I asked "because I want to make sure that my little pet is safe~" he said Making my face turn red as he chuckled "I just thought after all the really hard work you'd deserve a little less" luci explained the real reason.

28 minutes later

I was walking around hell putting up the fliers to advertise the hotel. While I was doing that, I couldn't help but think about earlier. I didn't know why I nearly thought lucifer was... cute. Just thinking about it makes my tail wag a little. All I could think about was his red cheeks, his toothy smile, his red eyes. I didn't get why I'd think fhat of him after stealing my wife's.

Eventually I reached the p@rn studio. I always got uncomfortable every time I was there. I overherd that angel dust talking about Valentino, and how he described him made me not wanting to meet the guy. I went to the alley, knowing well that sinners go there all the time, to do whatever they do. Placed the last flier on the wall. All the sudden I felt a hand Placed on my shoulder, I turned around to see it was Valentino himself.

"My my, if it isn't adam, the first dick ever" Valentino said Making me uncomfortable. "Yep that's me, look man I got to go" I tried to walk away but Valentino stopped me. "Whats the matter? We have some time~" Valentino said on a flirty tone, Placing his hand on my chin. I was nervous on what he was gonna do to me

Lucifer pov:

I was in the main entrance waiting for Adam to return. "He should of come back by now" i said to myself. "Well your highness, you own his soul, couldn't you just sense where he is" I herd husk say cleaning the bar. "That's a great Idea" I said as I started channeling my energy to Is conjure up a mirror type thing to look at where adam was. When I found him (spiritual) I saw Valentino trying to seduce Adam, as Adam looked uncomfortable with it.

I felt angered. Ever since Adam got into hell I started to develop feelings for the guy, and he's about to get r@ped by Valentino, the one who licked my daughter's arm. I dashed out of the door forgetting to close the mirror to show where Adam was. I was too focused to save Adam. I've grown to attached to him to much to let him get hurt.

Adam pov:

I was backing up away from Valentino feeling the most uncomfortable I've ever been ever. I eventually backed into the end of the alley, there was no way out of this. Valentino pinned me to the wall as he lifted my chin as he grind, "a fallen angel huh~? That could be anyone's kink~" Valentino said as in a flirty tone. "YEAH WELL MY KINK IS SMASHING BUGS YOU HORNY BUG" I herd someone yell before he hit Valentino with a shovel.

Valentino got knocked out and fell to the ground to show lucifer, dropping the shovel on the ground. It was kinda ho- DAMIT I DID IT AGAIN?! WHAT IS FUCKING WITH ME TODAY. Lucifer ran up to hug me, making me shocked and made me blush a bit as I returned the embrace. "Thank God your ok" lucifer said as he placed his hand on my cheek, making me blush. We stared at eachother for a bit, looking into eachothers eye's for I don't know how long.

Lucifer eventually closed the gap between us, clashing are lips together as we kiss. It felt like an eternity to be honest, the kiss was nice, I never expected to enjoy a kiss from lucifer out of all people but I did. After a few more minutes we broke the kiss as we looked at eachother. My eyes widened as I touched my lip "holy shit luci, that was-" " I know, it was kinda... nice" luci cutting me off as he cherished my cheek, making me blush at my comment of are kiss being nice

"I- I think I love you luci" I said, all flustered of are situation. Lucifer chuckles at my comment "I love you too, now come on, let's get back to the others" lucifer said as he walked me back to the hotel.

EPILOGUE

Lucifer poc:

I was on the couch cuddling Adam as I slowly started to fall asleep. I opened my eyes to see a dark empty void, I knew what was going on, and any moment now SHES gonna appear. "Well, well, seems like someone's got a new boyfriend" I herd a feminine demonic voice echoing in the black void

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ROO" I yelled out, trying to get answers. Red eyes formed all around me as a figure started to form from the distance. "Oh you know what I want" roo said as her spider like limbs made of what appeared to be wood on her back move closer to me. "I'm not giving you my soul. You might own Liliths, but you can't get me" I said as I turned away from roo.

"OK, but make sure your little boyfriend is safe, never know what could happen" roo said as she opens the palm of her real hand to show a flame with a silhouette of adam in the middle, as her black hair with a fade of red glowed showing her eyes being lifeless, her mouth being shut with a smile even as they talk, her outfit of rags having holes in them, her legs representing of of a goat like animal.

"Don't... you... DARE HURT HIM" I yelled out in anger, "who says I'm planning to. But... even if am, what are you gonna do about it" she said with a demonic echo in her voice as her arms became somewhat of some sort of stone monster, with her hands becoming the color of blood. "You know I'm the root of all evil, the reason hell exists, the one who grows more and more powerful with each death in hell has. So even if you tried to protect him..." she opens her other hand with another flame, one with the silhouette of Charlie "you still have a daughter ot protect" she claws me. Making me wake up from that nightmare

"You ok luci" Adam asked out of general concern for me. I looked at him both happy that he's safe but also concerned of what could happen to him. "Yeah I'm fine, just a nightmare" I said sounding rather calm of what just happened. "Don't worry I'm here to protect you" Adam said sounding confident. "Thanks my apple" I said as I snuggle up to him "but I need to protect you" I thought to myself as I look back at him

Roo pov:

"Soon luci, soon you'll be under my control" I walk around the giant hell tree representing the tree of knowledge with a force field in an opening letting me see hell. I walk to my toy chest, pulling out three puppets, one of Eve, one of Lilith, and the final one of alastor "I mean it hasn't been hard to make these three my play things and with one being a guy inside at all times" I laugh maniacally as I grow bigger and stronger, showing a new soul has died permanently. "Isn't that right..... eve" I say as I turn around at eve. Who was chained to the ground cause of me

"Yes mamm" eve said in q scared tone

This seems like a plot of a episode tbh. And I hope my three heros read this. Also I am proud of this!

#hazbin hotel adamsapple #guitarduck #guitarapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel roo #Hazbin hotel

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