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drivelikeiido · 1 year

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to dye for

matty dyes the reader's hair in his own chaotic, messy way

matty healy x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: some suggestive mentions but it's all jokey but other than that it's just fluff ! (aka all i seem to write)

notes: this is self indulgent because i dye my hair all the time and i saw a pic of blue haired matty on the dash this morning that inspired me to actually write this ! also shoutout to mads for saying it was similar to the hair dying scene from clueless you were so right and i finally watched clueless because of that so slay

The scene in the bathroom is carnage. Coloured dye and stained towels litter the previously spotless floor. You almost regret putting too much trust into your boyfriend’s capabilities to help you, but he did insist and who were you to resist those chocolate brown eyes?

You're sitting cross-legged on the chair you brought in from the office, one you’re glad neither of you cared about as it’s now irreversibly dyed with memories of this venture. Matty stands behind you, your head at the perfect height for him to apply his ministrations. Normally you adore the feeling of your boyfriend’s slender fingers playing and passing through your hair, but at this current moment in time the feeling just stresses you out, not being able to see the ‘artistic choices’ he’s taking in terms of your appearance worries you. It’s not that you don’t trust him but judging from the sight of the splatters of dye that are dotted all over the bathroom floor he seems to have gotten a little too overenthusiastic to be involved in your makeover, making you worry for the state of your undoubtedly stained scalp.

After a particularly loud sigh from you and a warning of “Matty!” your boyfriend's infectious giggle can be heard from above you, the wholesome sound filling the small space of the bathroom.

“Darling I am helping you know”

“Matty, you’re getting dye everywhere!” you chide, only pretending to be annoyed at him and he knows that.

“You want it all to be covered don’t you?”

You snap your head back to look up at him, his infectious grin already staring back at you, “Yes but not the walls!”. His responding laugh is booming and full of entertainment and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges with how broad his smile is makes you want to kiss every inch of his pretty face, that too which somehow has dots of dye splattered onto it, making him look even more like a work of art than he normally does.

His colourful gloved hands start a shooing motion, telling you to turn around once again so he can finish his job. You slump your shoulders in joking exaggeration, breathing out “You’re gonna make my hair go grey Matthew”. His laugh is immediate, “And then I’ll just dye over it again” his voice proud and smug as he drops a loud, overdramatic kiss to your shoulder, that act alone fracturing your annoyed facade, a large lovestruck smile breaking out onto your face.

“You make me want to scream sometimes”

“Oh I know, love”, you can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his sudden sultry voice as he decides to interpret this as innuendo.

His antics make you sigh once more as you lean your head back, looking up at his playful eyes, “Oh stop, you know I didn't mean it like that”.

His mischievous smile is hypnotising as you look up at him from below, his face upside down due to your awkward angle, “Oh sure you didn’t but I have enough memories of you screaming for me to last a lifetime so forgive me if your threat lacks substance sweetheart”

“Oh my god Matthew!”, the memories of pleasure-filled nights filling your mind and making you blush; even after all these years of dating he still has this effect on you so easily.

His amused laugh echoes in your ears once again, “Please, stop pretending to be innocent, we both know you like it”.

You suddenly feel very vulnerable, covered in hair dye and currently blushing and flustered from your boyfriend’s previous comment, “Behave and finish my hair now please”.

“Anything you say love”.

He maneuvers your head forwards again to allow him to add some finishing touches to the art piece that is your hair, how there’s any part of your head not covered in dye at this point is a mystery to you but you let him entertain himself.

Once Matty had rinsed through your hair until the water ran clear, his fingers soothing as he ran them through the freshly coloured strands as well as the conditioner he had generously applied afterwards.

When that too was rinsed out, he left you sitting on your shared bed like a wet dog while you towel-dry off your hair as he tries to clean up the multicoloured mess he had created in the bathroom. As you take the hairdryer to your hair Matty comes in from the other room, now changed into his ‘comfy clothes’ and wearing those tartan pyjama bottoms he knows you can never take your eyes off of. He walks slowly up to you from behind, wrapping his tattooed arms around your chest as he leans his head on your shoulder, looking at you in the tall mirror you both stand in front of. His eyes and smile are tired as he silently appreciates you and your new look, his thumbs rubbing slowly over your ribs and holding you flush to his cosy chest, an action that always feels like home.

Your hair is finally dry and Matty takes on the responsibility of being the one to brush it, slowly dragging the brush through your fresh hair and afterwards running his fingers through it once more, that motion alone bringing on a wave of sleep causing you to subconsciously lean back into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact. Matty begins carefully swaying you both side to side, still watching you intently in the mirror, leaving feather-light kisses in the crook of your neck, the urge to have them tattooed into your skin a constant desire.

His voice is low as he sleepily mumbles into your skin, “New hair looks good y’know, always knew it would, you’d suit anything”.

Your voice is light and appreciative as you thank him and watch your sleepy man of a boyfriend nuzzle closer into your body, his dark eyes making eye contact with yours as he leans up to drop a kiss to the side of your temple,

“You look beautiful, my perfect little art piece”.

His reference to his pollock-like hairdressing style makes you giggle and turn around to hug him fully, his large arms more than welcoming as he holds you tight against his pyjama-clad torso once again, whispers of sleep swirling around you both and subconsciously dragging you back to bed.

#what are we thinking besties #i wanna write more complex things but fluff is so fun #fluff is my favourite thing to write if you ever want fluff pls ask me lmao #this is a men in tartan pyjama bottoms stan account if you know what i mean ily #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #just became aware of the fact i write 1975 fics jesus christ #k!'s fics

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simonrillleyyysss · 7 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆ THESE THINGS

philip graves x gothic!reader

wrote as afab,but gn implied 🖤

Implied that reader is tall(ish?) (5’8-5’9)

warnings; mild flirting, graves stares a few times, mention of boobs??? being mean to graves. literally just silly arguing that turns into fluff🗿drinking(alchohol), masturbation(fem! And male!) ‘enemies to lovers’ trope, mutual pining

graves lives in your apartment complex; and does whatever he can to annoy you.

note;as someone who has been/is in the goth scene this was so fun to write 🥹🥹 writers block is stopping so much from happening so if I don’t get much content out I’m sorry

Ever since you moved in, he’d had an issue with you.

At first, it started out as small, simple things to tick you off; wether it be playing his music explicitly loud enough for you to hear through the thin walls of the apartment nextdoor, or giving you nasty glances as you walked past him in the foyer,Philip never looked pleased to be around you.

It turned mutual after a while, if he condescendingly asked you how your day was when walking past? A snarky comment, a snicker or a mean glare, waving him off, even knocking on his door and running away in the middle of the night.

So when you were stood in the foyer, pressing the button of the lift and held his arm brush over yours, you cocked a brow, the sleeves of his button up-dressshirt rolled up, jeans hanging antagonisingly low on his hips, belt keeping them up, his face a sour scowl—brows furrowed.

‘Morrninng, Philip.’

You said with a mockingly kind tone, a snarky smirk on your lips, the name falling from your lips like a curse.

“Evenin’,

Didn’t expect to see you here, thought you would’ve been at work..

Then again, I don’t think anyone would hire someone of your..

Nevermind.”

His accent was piercing, almost like nails on a chalkboard—southern blabbering.

A humble grin rose at the corners of his lips, looking down at you;studying you, ghostly pale skin adorned with jewellery, long legs holding you upright,heavy—cold eyes, full lips naturally forming into a frown, thick lashes patting again your cheek, black hair dangling by your shoulders,thick liner smudging against your lids, piercings cluttering your face,breasts smushing together inside that tight little bra of—

‘Elaborate?’

Your quick retort pulled him from his thoughts, watching as he brushed a strand of sandy, blonde hair from his tanned face.

“Do I need to?”

Philip said, giving you a quick glance up and down.

“Your face has more holes thanna’ brothel, for a start.”

He said nonchalantly, watching as the lift arrived before stepping inside, hands hidden in his jean pockets as he watched you slide in beside him.

“Nobody’ wants to hire someone like you.”

‘Shame.’

The ding of the elevator alerted you both, stepping out as you parted ways, giving him a grumble.

A little drink couldn’t hurt.

That’s what your friends had convinced you, dragging you to their night out, just bar hopping.

It did hurt, though. Especially when you seen his ugly, smug face standing at the end of the pooltable, group of men gathered around him, talking and drinking.

Philip was staring right at you, eyes narrowed as you visibly frowned and quickly turned to stand at the bar, crossing your arms and leaning on the aged wood, lacy black dress riding up your thigh.

“You clean up nicely, gotta say.”

‘Mhm.’

You nodded, taking a sip from your glass carelessly, causing Graves to grumble, running his tongue over his teeth, looking at you.

“Didn’t know you could leave your house.”

‘I can, just don’t wanna.’

His brows knitted together, resting against the aged wood of the bars counter.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

‘Funny, if you’re gonna drug me, do it in a less obvious manner.”

“Course not, you’d probably be immune anyways seeing as..”

You scoffed, kicking his calf and earning a snigger from the man across, almost towering over him in your boots.

‘I’d watch what you say, Mister.Graves.’

“Mhm.”

Once he’d ordered your drink and handed it to you, you took short sips, glancing at him from the corner of his eye as she trudged off, pint in his own hands; thick, calloused fingers tightening around the full glass— control yourself.

“Oh—fuck!”

A short gasp left your lips, slowly inching the dildo inside your wet cunny, long fingers moving down to massage quick circles against your puffy clit, eyes closed tightly.

Feeling the long silicone drag in and out of your pussies walls, it was exhilarating, back arching as pleas and begs fell from your lips.

‘oh—oh Phil!”

‘shit!’

‘hahaaaaahhh..—keep going!’

Soon enough, Graves had heard his ear pressed against his bedroom wall, listening to your pleas and cries—his name falling from your lips desperately, his hand eagerly dipping into his boxers, stroking his semi-hard cock, pretty pink tip leaking precum.

“Christ..Y/n—goddamnit..”

“Dirty whore…”

Feeling your orgasm approach, you rubbed clit with a desperate speed, almost screaming as you squirted along your sheets—sliding the dildo out of your pretty cunnie, slick with your squirt.

Unfortunately, for Graves—he was left blueballed that night, whimpering and whispering as he attempted to jerk off; but to no avail.

Asshole.

“Will you go out with me?”

His sudden voice as you opened the door caused you to short circuit, eyeliner smudged from previous attempts of makeup, looking down at him with lips agape, glancing right at him, bouquet of purple flowers in his hands, hair gelled and a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Got purple, didn’t have any black ones.”

“Is it a Yes?”

‘…I’ll think about it, come in for some tea?”

#Spotify #rushed but it’s okay #könig x reader #ghost x reader #soap mactavish x reader #graves fluff #philip graves x reader #graves x you #philip graves #graves cod #graves x reader

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gennabi · 1 year

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Hello can i request both iruma and evil cycle iruma asking their crush out if your fine with it

ik this has been so so long but i wanted to write for it, sorry it took me a decade to finally have ideas and write 😞 hehe this was fun, thank you for requesting !! also i changed my writing style a bit ?? (i think)

asking their crush out

iruma / evil cycle! iruma x reader (no prns) • 0.4k

romantic; fluff

[ reader is a demon in iruma's , second hand embarassment in evil cycle! iruma's , personally i think iruma is such a complex character so im sorry if i dont nail him akjshvbs ]

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iruma

iruma has always been embracing whatever position the world puts him in. it has always been that way and he thinks it should stay that way: it is after all the safest way to live without upsetting others. which is also why he was fine with watching you from afar, having only the occasional conversations to pass by the time waiting for the teachers to arrive— or more if luck is on his side and he is blessed to be in the same group with you.

but the blue-haired boy doesn't think he can go on like this.

he blames it on the time spent with you, a tad frustrated that he is starting to lose his cool and stutter more every time you talk. i mean, why is your smile that blinding in the first place?!! and why do you look at him like that, like he deserves to be looked at with so much love? iruma is going to be more in love if this happens.. :(

but, iruma has always been good at embracing things. and that includes the fact that you make his heart flutter.

he asks to walk you home (you think it's sweet of him, since you can spend more time together walking than flying home) and your lips curve into the lopsided grin he's fallen for.

you don't talk along the journey, letting the sound of birds and the shuffling of your shoes to fill the air. soon arriving, you turn to your classmate to thank him when you notice the red his cheeks are flushed with.

cute.

"y/n?"

"yes?"

"i want to be honest with you..—", he purses his lips, "—i've liked you for a long time and uh..u-uh... i'm wondering if...." "if~?", you tilt your head playfully to better look at his face.

startled, he takes a step back. his eyes meet yours and he swears you can hear his heartbeat, immediately covering his face with his hands. "uh i'm- i'm sorry for saying it like this but i can't say it while looking at you...", he takes a peek from behind his hands and continues when you say you don't mind.

"please go out with me!!"

peeling his hands off his face and intertwining your fingers together, you softly smile. "you don't even have to ask."

evil cycle! iruma

one thing about iruma on an evil cycle is that he gets what he wants. right there and then. which is why the moment he realizes his feelings for you, it took him no seconds for him to stride right towards your seat.

it's a usual evening in class and professor kalego is explaining something on the board when iruma stands. ignoring him, you continue to listen to the lecture when suddenly you feel your hand being gently enveloped with your blue-haired classmate's.

"hey, wanna go out?"

huh?

you lift your head to meet his gaze and the corner of his lips pull up into a small smirk. you don't realize you've been staring at him until something soft makes contact with the back of your hand─ AND IRUMA IS KISSING YOUR HAND??@?&?

a cough interrupts your moment and you feel your whole body go warm from the looks you're getting from your classmates. IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS TOO? IS HE CRAZY??

pulling him closer by his hand that's holding yours, you whisper shout to his ear in disbelief, "go back to your seat!!"

unphased, iruma turns his face to you and you miscalculated the distance because the next thing you know, your noses are almost brushing and you can already hear your heart bursting. "so that's a yes?"

growing more concious of the stares you're getting, you clench your jaw and roll your eyes in frustration. iruma leans back, not yet letting go of your hand, and excuses himself for interrupting the class. (wild i know, but you have some weird effect on him.)

the class however thinks otherwise as they start hollering and cheering, with professor kalego losing yet another junk of his lifespan from the chaos. wanting to get it over quick, you mumble a quiet yes. and you don't think iruma missed it, not when he closes the distance yet again to press a kiss on your forehead before going back to his place.

you definitely can't focus on the lecture now.

#i think ive seen the iruma word too many times tjat now its not even a word to me #also prob bcs the fact that irs 2am when im writing this haaaahaggaa #gennabi writes 💖#mairimashita! iruma kun scenarios #mairimashita! iruma kun x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun fluff #m!ik scenarios #m!ik x reader #m!ik fluff #iruma suzuki #suzuki iruma #iruma fluff #iruma x reader #iruma scenarios #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik

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artsyunderstudy · 2 months

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Hi Ashton!!

🥝🍭🌮 for the writer asks

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

This is hard to say, I'm bad with these kinds of questions because I rarely get super into specific authors more than just, stories, and I can't really think of anyone specifically like other than fanfiction writers who harness something really visceral in me. I read a lot of Neil Gaiman, and I love the darkness and the strangeness of his characters and stories, but I can't say I write anything like that. Or like Holly Black, who I've always loved for her deeply atmospheric settings. Maybe I took a bit of strangeness and a bit of vibes, a desire for things to be a bit messed up and sticky. I don't really know. I'm working off instinct over here.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

They have all been pretty complex in their own special way, but I think that either We Still Bloom or Your Fragile Bones Are Mine have had the most challenges since they are nonlinear that have deep interplay between the past and present. Finding the balance is hard, hitting the right beats is hard, and you have to do it while maintaining interest in all storylines. It's like a puzzle. I have to say tho, it's a really fun puzzle.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

OH GOD they are so intrinsically entwined for me this is hard to say, because i like the conversation with the audience. I'm never writing just for me, but I'm also always writing just for me. I write what I want to read, and I very rarely change my ideas just because I think it'll have a poor reception. That's where it gets tricky, the feeling of wanting to please all kinds of readers. But the thing is, when you write for everyone you write for no one. I'm writing to the people who want what I have to offer. So I'm not going to pretend I'm someone who's going to write the perfect happy ending or the angstless fluff. I think it's just, even tho I know not everyone's gonna like everything I make, I'm still at my best writing the things I wanna write. And that knowledge keeps me from making decisions just to please other people.

fanfic writer asks!

#ask game #artsyfic

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blackfangedreaper · 2 years

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Uh hello UwU. I'd like to request a Law x Fem reader fluff! Basically I'd like a situation where reader's been pestering Law for attention but he ignores her cuz he's busy. Reader finally leaves upset and decides to hang out with Penguin and Sacchin instead. Law is eventually done with his work and waits for reader but after a few hours without her, he gets restless and goes to look for her. Thank you soo much!

Hehe im loving this suggestion ok ill try my best to satisfy you.✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

ABSENT

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warning: curse words, grammatical errors (maybe, i was too lazy to triple check) and fluff😍✨

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Today of all days you decide to be clingy, why won't you just leave him alone, you definitely see him working but it seems that doesn't matter as you continue to pester him and whine for his attention.

You can tell he's getting irritated, you could see the irk mark forming right beside his forehead but unfortunately for him, you really didn't care, he's been ignoring you for a while now and its really pissing you off.

"C'mon you could do this later, just lay with me please!" you sigh.

Law turns seeing you laying on one of the many vacant hospital beds, he sighs massaging his temples with his index and middle finger. "Im busy, if it wasn't obvious the last four times i told you!"

"I know, plus you look tired i'm not telling you to neglect your work just rest a little with me!" you said pouting.

"My answer remains the same!" he said frustrated from your continuous pestering.

"Law look-"

"Your giving me a headache, please leave"

"What? Law-"

"Fuck, leave Y/N-ya." He hissed.

"Well fine, i hope you choke on BREAD!!" you said storming out and slamming the door with a resounding 'bang'.

"Stupid law, who the fuck does he think he is." You grumbled all the way to the living area of the submarine which seemed to be preoccupied by shachi and penguin.

They both seemed to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing that they didn't notice you, well that was until they felt your looming figure behing them.

"AHHHhhh" they both let out girlish screams until they saw it was you.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me Y/N!" Shachi said putting his hand on his chest while regulating his breathing.

"I swear i almost pissed myself" penguin gasped clutching onto a piece of paper

"...that's too much information bro" shachi said disgusted.

"So what are you guys doing!" You asked peering into the sheet of paper penguin was holding in curiosity.

"Animal, name, place or thing!" Shachi exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's fun wanna join?" penguin suggested.

"Sure!" You agreed forgetting about the law incident.

"So how do we play?" You asked

"First you need to write down all alphabets starting from A down to Z then you write down the animal, name, place or thing that has the first letter of the alphabet which is chosen by a player in each round." Shachi explained.

"And each player gets twenty seconds to complete the row of the letter chosen." Penguin said.

"Yeah, for example S, snake, shachi, saobody archipelago and ship" shachi explained.

As shachi and penguin explained more of the game, you being the bad bitch you were understood quite fast, or maybe the game wasn't that complex to understand.

"Ok let's start, penguin you go!" Shachi suggested.

"I choose W." Penguin exclaimed.

As the letter was called you searched your brain for answers, getting an idea you jotted down quickly as time was almost up.

"Time's up!" Penguin said as he gave his paper to you while you gave yours to shachi, who gave his to penguin.

Silence filled the living area as you all marked each others answers, that was until shachi bursted out laughing.

"Aha haha, what the fuck Y/N, whitebeard's ship isn't a place" shachi said choking on his laugh.

"No way she wrote that?!" Penguin asked in disbelief and leaned over to check.

"Hey HEY! It is!" You argued now looking at the laughing penguin and shachi.

"No it isn't!!" They argued back.

"Uh... It actually is though" ikkaku said passing by.

"HA! Thanks babe!" You exclaimed thanking her.

"We girls have to stick together" she said winking at you, then going towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Ugh fine fine, you win this one." Shachi said scowling then proceeded to give you a total of five points.

You all switched back your papers before checking your scores.

You seemed to be having fun, you haven't actually been spending much time with shachi and penguin and actually made you realize how much you missed your closest friends maybe law sending you out was a good thing.

"Ha, i love this let's play some more." You said beaming.

"Yes!" Shachi and penguin exclaimed.

Meanwhile a certain doctor was starting to feel your absence.

After he sent you out, he actually got some work done but why did he feel like he was missing something.

'oh well' shrugging the feeling off as he continued filling out patient applications and checking on crewmates who had not yet come for their monthly check up.

Pressure started to weigh down on his chest, was it worry or guilt. 'where were you? maybe he shouldn't have sent you out'. He thought tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously, but he managed to push it all down and finish his work.

Now that he was finally done he waited for you to come back.

An hour passed which turned to two, three then finally four hours which seemed longer as he kept glancing at the clock and it seemed to be mocking him.

He's never gone that long without you pestering him, his eyebrow twitched as he became impatient, he stood up hanging his labcoat on the coat rack before heading towards the exit of the clinic. I guess he's gonna have to get you himself.

He passed the several rooms of his crewmembers, as he headed towards the kitchen which seemed to be occupied by some of his crewmembers.

"Oh hey cap'n looking for sum'n?" ikkaku asked smirking, she knew what or rather who he was looking for.

"Where is she?" He asked rolling his eyes at her smug face.

"Living area with shachi and penguin." She answered.

"Hm." He left hastily but not before giving her a nod as thanks.

The echos of laughter and chatter met his ears as he walked towards the living area, he was soon met with a rolling penguin and wheezing you.

"W-Wait, it was a mistake! I swear" shachi said pleading.

"Nah, bro it looked intentional to me!" Penguin said cackling.

"Oh, yo-you should h-have seen his f-face omg, what the hell shachi!" You said tearing up, you were getting breathless from all this laughing.

"Look i panicked ok, so i just picked whatever i touched, it wasn't on purpose please!" Shachi begged trying to reason with you both.

Rewinding back to four hours ago you all seemed to finish the first game with shachi in first place, you in second and penguin in last place, deciding to spend more time with each other you played several then settled with playing truth or dare.

And it seemed that shachi got himself in trouble, i mean sneaking into your captain's room? How brave of you.

"Please don't tell captain, i'll do anything i swear" shachi swore.

"Don't tell me what?" Law's voiced bounced around the walls creating an echo effect causing shachi and penguin to turn pale after realising their captain may have heard them.

"U-Uh hey uh captain" they stuttered while you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms refusing to acknowledge him.

"I asked a question." He raised an eyebrow demanding an answer.

"Nothing i swear!" Shachi exclaimed, making penguin wince, they're fucked aren't they.

"It doesn't seem like it!" Law pressured.

It almost worked as penguin was about to spill due to being pressured and shachi looked like he was about to burst out crying, but you stepped in before any of that could happened "As they said before its nothing."

"..." His eyebrow twitched as he turned to look at you "Y/N-ya where have you been?" He tapped his feet waiting for an answer.

'Who died and made him king?! Where have you been? To hell with that your not telling him shit!'. You thought frustrated as your brow twitched.

"Hmph." You said turning away from him.

"Why you!" He walked towards you forgetting about your two companions, oh now he was fixated on you and noone else.

"Kya!!" You exclaimed as your vision turned upside down, the only thing in your sight is his back.

"Hey Hey!! Put me down!" You demanded hitting his back with your fists.

He ignored you, gave your two friends a warning glare and then proceeded to walk away with you on his shoulder.

Arriving at the door of your shared room, he opens the door, walks towards of your bed and lays you there, before you could protest he lays on top of blocking all routes of escape.

"Hey! Get off!" You say trying to wiggle free.

"No." He says his breathe brushing against your neck.

You gasp feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine causing you to desperately wiggle free.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" He lifts his head to glance at you, you turn to scowl at him.

"Get off then." She suggested smiling insincerely.

"No." He repeated, before dropping his head against your chest while encircling your body with his arms.

You sigh and decided to give up, silence fills the room as you feel his breathing slow down, 'i-is he sleeping right now?!' You sweatdropped, looking down to check only to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at you.

"Ah!" You exclaimed startled while looking away, you feel heat start to crawl up your (s/c) face.

You hear his chuckle which turns to laughter and you can't just help but laugh too.

"Haha, im sorry!" He said, his laughter dying down.

"Eh, its ok i guess it was kinda funny." you said smiling.

"No, not about that- well that to but ha- im apologising for the rude behaviour i displayed earlier today." He said diverting his eyes somewhere else in guilt.

"Oh-" he rose his hand to stop you, wanting to finish first before hearing your take on it.

"I know, i shouldn't have sent you out and i was so worried when you didn't come back after a while and then i see you with them after waiting four hours for you to come back-" He sighed not knowing how to tell you he was jealous.

"-and It didn't just sit well with me." He looked up at you then looked away, only to look back when he heard your laughter.

"Oh my gosh, haha i get you were guilty but the jealous part? Oh gosh law ahahaha" you were wheezing you didn't even think he was one to get jealous.

"Hey, stop laughing at me!" He demanded.

You could see his face and ears heating up and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks "aww you look so red."

He pulls off your hands from his face and holds then in his hands, stroking them softly with the pad of his thumbs. "So?"

"So?" You ask confused.

"Am i forgiven?" He asked.

"On one condition!" You said.

"That would be?" He asked expecting a high demand.

"Take breaks ok? I know you work really hard and im proud really proud of you, but i'm gonna need you to rest once in a while, ok?" You said caressing his face.

"I-I'll try my best." He said leaning into your warm hands.

"Yosh! your forgiven, now i demand cuddles" you demanded.

He chuckles pulling close with your head laying on his chest, he sighs feeling your warmth engulfing him as he kisses your forehead bidding you a good sleep. "Anything for you, Y/N-ya."

You smiling feeling his lips brushing against your forehead before you drift off enjoying the warmth your lover provided you.

I guess it's calm before the storm because somewhere in the submarine shachi and penguin are racking their heads trying to figure out how to return their captain's white boxer with meat prints to him, it seemed to be given to him by everyone's favourite strawhat wearer, theirs screams echoing in the submarine are gonna be astronomical!.

(❀ฺ´∀`❀ฺ)ﾉ

Wrists aching, eyes heavy and brian strained but still maintaining beauty cause there's no rest for the wicked.✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

I hope you like it, to be honest this is way longer than i expected, but hopefully this satisfys you.

Ugh im going to bed😭.

Thank you for reading!❤✨

#one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #fem reader #tralfagar law #law x reader #heart pirates #law x y/n

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fandombead · 1 year

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@eyydhyeet aight bet 😎 FOR INKY and boy do I have a lot of stuff to say

(Credit to the kind @/Comyet for this skelly, p.s. I loved the prism collection to pieces)

I love this character, I have defended his case for a long time~ he’s so complex and gets a lot of flack for being how he is— and a lot of people’s only impression of him is from Underverse but even that Ink version is misunderstood in his actions, I think it’ll be cleared up in future episodes~ he’s chaotic, afraid of being forgotten and alone again, and his backstory is just so sad man :,) he gets depicted to be an evil scapegoat, which in my own opinion does a disservice to what he could be~ and I hope to show ppl that with my upcoming fics 😆💜

So first I do love canon aroace Ink, I feel like that’s the most true to form for him, it works very well narratively too (aside from, haha, soulless reasons). I just have head canons on “what ifs” I use for angst and cute fluff scenarios that are just fun to see him in Xd Error or Dream are who I go for with him, but I’m open to several others thanks to artists I follow who expand on the ideas (like Ink with Gin!Sans or x-Tale!Sans)~ I alternate between having him uninvolved romantically and involved depending on the story I’m telling and the interesting relationships that are relevant

Non-romantic OTP is also Errink XD they’re just chaotic and a good fit for each other’s…quirks XD their banter and rival relationship is fun to write and read~ (His friendships with Dream and Blue are my bread and butter, it hurts to see any of them against eachother in fics :,) aaa let him care about friends! the vials help him have a normal range of emotions that are his, even if they’re allotted without a soul present)

Unpopular opinion: people constantly do him dirty 😂 for every fic of him being his decent but still chaotic self, I’ve seen 6 with him kicking babies (not literally—but I wouldn’t put it past those Inks). Some ppl also hate that he’s a Sans…but don’t care to see why he is, or see his backstory~ People can have their own opinions, I just think he gets a lot of unnecessary targeting that is out of spite more than genuine interest ^^’ he’s a gremlin I am not denying that, but he’s not evil! I get having to do it if you wanna make the bad guys look better; I disagree, but we’re allowed to both do our own things! and at the end of the day it’s just fiction squabbling, not serious

Uhhh I’m not sure? I adore “canon” Ink as he is, and his story ^^ Comyet is a sweet person who just created an amazing piece— a nice counterbalance to Error for UTMV stuff and the potential for a greater story because of that! Ink is very versatile character, and a fantastic narrative tool that makes the AUs feel more connected. He’s a vessel for typing the whole thing together and something I would argue a story like the one the Undertale fandom’s Multiverse needed. The UT fandom is unique in that all it’s AUs form a greater story to a whole, with shared characters and “ocs” created being traded around and molded and accepted into the bigger narrative like one giant group rp. It was as if it was destined something like him would come along, and I’m very glad he exists for it. He walks around as almost a parallel to Flowey: a soulless being who found a way to still feel and how that effects his relationship to other people. How he decides to still act mostly good even in his chaotic neutral way, but he’s learning morality without an inborn compass for it. It’s probably one of the deeper reasons I love Ink, with all his little quirks. Aside from him being complex and fun to write and a relatable creative spirit.

#ink sans #ok I went on longer than I thought I would #look what you made me do #i just sat here for 26 minutes typing and you knew I would #there you have it #undertale au #faves #i just think he’s neat #he can still be a bitch but a lovable one #just a tiny man #gremlin creature #but that’s just me #he’s my blorbo #i feel strongly about this #thank you Comyet for this lil guy

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maskspurpose · 6 months

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for superhero fic: 2, 8 (besides wtei), 9 for fine reunion: 7 for tori, 20, 22 and 13, 21 in general

Oh my god hiiii who are you <3 Putting these under a cut bc of how much I wrote LMAO

Superhero AU

2: How did you get the idea to write this?

WataEi week on twitter had a list of prompts and one of them included hero/villain au which made me think about how those are like... complicated and interesting roles for wataru and eichi respectively since theyve both played the protagonist and antagonist and how this could be an AU where you can explore that and another theme (masks) in a really fun way. It kinda like. appeared in my head fully formed especially bc superhero comics are a past special interest i've come back to a couple of times now.

8: Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

I meant to follow the broad strokes of ES1 main story and just retell it in this new framing device or rather like... see where it goes from there, so it would probably end up being Tori or Hokuto depending on where the dice of my focus falls. In a version of the story I was thinking about doing a type of monster of the week format similar to how many magical girl shows do it where the monster in question is like... the manifestation of the Mental Issues someone is having so I think in that version a lot of them have the potential to get a day in the spotlight.

Thinking about it some more though I really enjoy the worldbuilding I did for Yuzuru so. Honestly he's also a big candidate. It just feeds really well into a lot of the stuff that's happening.

9: Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

I got extremely stuck on the worldbuilding and overarching plot and how to make it work without it being boring (bc of how much of it is retelling the main story) and also just... making the kinda complex morality stuff I wanna highlight work in a kinda cartoony setting?

The other thing is smaller but Wataru alternates pronouns depending on their identity in this story (at least in Eichi's POV) and keeping that straight is a headache and a half for me tbh.

fine reunion

7: What are your plans for Tori?

Okay so the setup of this fic is, essentially, what if EP:Link bad end where fine ends up disbanding, which means... you kind of have to imagine Tori's development re: the rest of fine as being stuck in that specific point in time? The last selfish thing he asked for didn't come true, so what does that mean... in this case it means he's suspicious of Wataru and passively pissed despite being aware that it's not fully justified.

I think at the same time he's grown more independent. He's grown up in a lot of ways that we can also see in ES2 and I think has become a lot more savvy and aware of unsavory business practices both by his own family and others. I think out of fine he's the one who seems like he's changed the most simply by virtue of being the one who had the most growing up to do. I think he's both become a bit more like Eichi in the roles he fills and a lot less like Eichi in how he does it? And where it all goes... we shall see!

20: Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

fine reunion album tour. four people with pent up emotional issues. in one bus and/or hotel room.

22: Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

The reason I'm like willing to write it is because ultimately I want to lean towards fluff? I think there's ways to do this that get angsty really quickly and my original concept for it was leaning into that but ultimately I wanna focus on like... the fact that yes if fine split up these characters would stay the same in some ways but just how much personal growth is up to you as a person and imo one of the now most important things abt fine which is that they are together as a unit because they like each other and want to be.

There's still gonna be some angst and some topics are unavoidable just bc it will touch on like. idk a large part of the premise is that Eichi is doing the whole reunion bc he's doing an early retirement as an idol because of his health (no acute reasons and more of a precaution but it's still. yknow) and that Wataru left after EP:Link to become an actor. So there's issues.

General Questions:

13: Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

No promises but I still want to write something about Wataru and Keito working together on a script for Dramatica and what that would entail. I also wanna do a 5+1-ish (4+1?) thing/series about Wataru kissing the other eccentrics or something.

Part of me wants to one day do a collaboration on something with my boyfriend but we'd have to figure out the mechanics and I haven't brought it up to him yet, soooo 🤫🤫🤫

21: Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Originally I was going to do a proper sequel to the Watareichi fic I wrote that's been shrinking in scope for a variety of reasons (less interest in writing wtrei as anything but exes, dissatisfaction with the fic it'd be a sequel to). There's a longer version of the Wataru & HiMERU drabble I wrote that'll never be done because uuuuuuh I really don't care for HiMERU anymore.

I have this whole AU i plotted out at some point where Wataru and Mama have a unit together bc I thought it'd be funny for a unit swap prompt but ultimately that's probably never going to happen.

IDK I have WIPs from fandoms I'm no longer in does that count?

#enstars /#ask meme #thank you for the questions <333

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chasingfictions · 2 years

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1, 10, and 23 for the writing ask thingy :)

Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

hmm okay well the thing im currently actively working on (though actively is a really strong word because my job has been Insane lately) is a novel (non-fic) n she is a tiny little baby mollusk just screeching into the world so i dont wanna talk abt her (also working on a non-fic short story i dont wanna talk abt for the same reason n also privacy). but in terms of fic that i currently have open in tabs!!!!

ats season 4 for my faith series - the progress of this is pretty minimal bc im holding off on starting work on it until i make more headway on my novel outline, bc writing these faith fics inevitably takes over my life . but! mostly right now my notes are full of like, rambly ideas about how to Fix the Jasmine of It All because i want Jasmine to be a character but, by keeping connor a baby, and my determination to keep cordy herself, i need to change How she comes about . but ok the thing i love most about getting to rewrite this part is that to me ats s4 is where it All Goes Wrong. like, it's the character assassination of cordelia chase, and the show really hitting a misogyny peak which is impressive when u consider how misogynistic it already was . to me the ats s3 finale has so much promise which s4 inevitably makes mean essentially Nothing -- mostly in terms of the show's treatment of cordy. so im basically really hyped to write an s4 that is very much About cordy - about cangel! about angel working through (read: getting bullied by the entire fang gang about until he does something about) some of his misogyny, to become the kind of person who could be in an actual long-term relationship w cordy. this s4 rewrite said Angel's Madonna Whore Complex is On The Chopping Block . also im just really hyped to write jasmine. like, writing mind-altered states to me is very fun-- i love writing dream sequences and ritual sequences and intense emotions . so writing faith under jasmine's thrall ??? im hyped. also maybe half the reason this series exists is to occasion a faith/gwen fling sooooooooo.

i also have open a russian doll fluff fic - basically nadia and alan do a marathon watch of all the timefucky episodes of btvs . i simply love to Make Characters Watch TV . i LOVE writing their dialogue i love them so much. i love getting to rant about btvs filtered via the voice of nadia . the progress of this is decent !! i have like a quarter written and the rest roughly outlined

also have a VERY sparsely outlined succession fic about shiv being a lesbian . essentially a 5+1 (5 times shiv lost to her comphet and 1 time she didn't teeheeeee) . what im excited about here is simply that shiv roy is a lesbian and the world has to know. and also ive never written a 5+1 but i think the concept is just so fun.

ALSO i have another lottie lee yellowjackets fic in drafts . this is very new, mostly just popping the vague vibe of it and a few dialogue ideas into a document . but basically it's based on the new florence song 'casssandra' and it's going to be like, half taking place before laura lee's death and half after. what im hyped about this one is that lottie's precognizance makes me INSANE it makes me INSANE INSANE INSANE and i really wanna dig into just a very heavy heady fucked up littel tone here . also i just . i love lottie lee but i cant even think abt them and im excited to Think About Them In A Structured (lmao) Place bc hopefully that will make the process more tenable!!!!!!

10. How would you describe your writing process?

i've often described it as "building the ship as i sail it" . i love to outline, it's the way that i can write the quickest and with the most energy -- i like basically having little story headings for plot beats, and writing each segment, bc then i can have in my head exactly what im building towards, and can keep a sense of pacing in my head bc i know what else the story is going to contain . but also this allows me to write things out of order , while still having a general sense of the shape of the overall story, bc otherwise things can get really topsy turvy in my head.

but also im a big outliner-as-i-write. like often i will start out with a few story headings that are very sparse, and as i get the idea for one, ill get a sense of how to flesh out another, and im gradually filling in the whole picture, which each part interconnecting to and allowing me to fill in other parts.

like, i guess i write in the same way i solve crossword puzzles.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

ooh okay -- gonna keep it to fic bc again my original writing is my Sensitive Little Boy (and also i aim 2 have more of that published n and dont want to connect my tiny internet corner to my public writing, in the interest of current n future privacy). but!!!! the two fics ive had in my head the longest i think are both from my spike fluff series:

a spuffy happily ever after wedding fic . exactly what it sounds like on the tin . spuffy getting married - their engagement and wedding and them establishing their life together . also an Everyone-Lives fic, literally partly bc i just want it to be the fluffiest lightest thing possible, and partly bc (as ive demonstrated lol) i simply love writing a Big Chaotic Wedding Where Everyone Is In the Room and Interacting . so like, jenny is alive and wesley and and cordelia and anya and tara and fred and everybody and probably even also joyce-- not kendra just bc i cant undo her death without changing too much of the timeline? but i am Trying to find a way to work her in like, idk maybe ghost kendra is at the wedding idk guys. anyway i love this fic so much i have so much of it drafted and just havent had time 2 devote to it yet . but married spuffy is so real to me theyre SO real to ME!!!!!

a spike and harmony do laundry together fic okay hear me out. early s5 . spike finds out harmony has never done laundry . her parents always did it for her and then her minions and after that she legit panicked bc it felt too late to learn and either paid for a cleaners' to do her laundry or just kept stealing new clothes when her old ones were dirty. but then the cleaners refuses to do her laundry anymore bc she killed too many of them . spike finds this out . he's like. you cant do LAUNDRY? harmony is like what like you CAN? he's like yeah i learned last year at xander's (he's very proud). spike and harmony descend on the 24 hour laundromat . it becomes clear that spike is Very Bad At Laundry Still but Moderately Better Than Harmony . they may or may not break several washing machines from bashing them in a fit of rage. gradually harmony becomes the queen of the late night laundromat demon social scene . this fic means so much to me i could cry. also ive never written spike/harmony before and simply put i think they are so FUN . they are SO FUN.

#this was FUN #ask

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likesunsetorange · 5 months

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hello, sweet victoria! 💕

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

27. What do you listen to while writing?

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

hi my lovely nina!! 🧡

5. it would definitely be dol, i really never thought people would enjoy it especially since it was my first fic!! but i’m eternally grateful for all the sweet comments i get and it’ll always be the biggest labor of my love tbh

7. i think between laufey and just older love songs in general! a lot of the dol chapter titles are from oldies songs, and then the wedding planner x baker au title is from i do, i do, i do, i do, i do by abba! (i just refused to write that five times lmao so i shortened it to three) the title i chose for the bodyguard au is actually from the bodyguard movie soundtrack too!

16. “tooth-rotting fluff” or maybe “angst and hurt/comfort”

27. i normally listen to classical or whatever fits the mood of what i’m writing; so for angstier things i tend to listen to sad music, and for fluffy/romantic things i like listening to oldies! but there’s the rare occasion i’ll listen to something random, like one day i think i wrote a dol chapter to views by drake 💀

30. aside from being surprised from how much people ended up enjoying my writing (which like i always say i’m super thankful for!!), definitely how much i found i enjoy writing angst! as much as i love romcom-y vibes, i found a love for writing angst, which i find kinda funny bc i wanted to write happier stuff because i didn’t wanna read angst haha. as much as i enjoy reading stories with some more intense or complex themes, or even super fun smut stories, i think im best at writing either angst, or very light hearted things! i guess i kind of found my niche so that was surprising but i’m thankful!

#asks #ask games

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skullvins · 3 years

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y'all taking a break and coming back to your writing HELPS can't believe I've managed to continue from what I thought was a really boring section

#ITS NOT AND I WROTE MORE AND MADE IT FUNNY #skull and vin r just hilarious in everything they do they have SUCH good chemistry #theyre so fun to write tbh #they do emotional stuff really really well because they're both pretty complex and their issues overlap in interesting ways #but theyre also both complete idiots #so the comedy is really easy to do too #oh my god i love em i LOVE WRITING HOW THEIR DYNAMIC HAS DEVELOPED #im ACTUALLY not sure where this fic falls on the timeline in my head idea #i think its after the haircut idea but potentially before the curry one #POTENTIALLY it might actually be after both #if i do the sleepover one tho its before that #ALSO NO IDEA WHAT TO CALL THIS ONE #its not really thematic its just fluff so #like the last thing i wrote was still playing with some of the themes in ramen/ohagi #and some of the OTHER ideas here are ALSO playing with some of the themes from ramen/ohagi #this one and the sleepover one r just for fun tho #ANYWAY title ideas r hard. i wanna do another big long one like ramen/ohagi but i might save that for the sleepover one #cant think of a good one for this one lads 😔#illusion.txt

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Retreating In Covers

Summary: You decide to build a blanket fort to fight off the seasonal sadness. Thankfully, your best friend Jake loves them just as much as you do!

Pairing: Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut (18+Only, minors DNI), unprotected sex, creampie, clothed sex, dry humping, Jake is actually pretty smooth in this one, slight size kink (Jake is a BIG boi in this), romance, sexual tension, a blanket fort, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 3,664

A/N: Oh my goodness! This is my submission for Rhi's Writing Challenge 💖 I fell in love with this story so quickly while writing it! It feels like the most “me” that my writing has been in a long time! This is my crowning jewel for Jake Jensen content. I feel so stinkin’ good about it! So it would mean the world to me if you reblogged and told me what you think about it! Let me know, my loves!

Kisses 💋

—K

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The wind and rain that poured down from the Heavens seemed to chill the already frigid January air. Bits of frost edging the glass panes of your windows in every room. Your seasonal depression reared its gnarly head as the plummeting temperatures and gloomy days kept you bed-bound most weekends. Normally, you’d be more than happy to wallow in the somber moods that filled your evenings but today, you decided to have a little fun, a pick-me-up, if you will. And you knew what would cheer you right up— a blanket fort.

Dressed in your pajamas, which consisted of one of Jake’s gaudy t shirts, a comfortable pair of black panties, and fuzzy black socks, you began your work. You decided to shuffle your playlists on the surround sound speakers. The rooms of your home be filled with a variety of music that had you singing along, dancing like a maniac, and twerking shamelessly while you cleaned the large space of your living room. Once the expanse of your living room was clear and the sheets, blankets, and pillows were all assembled, you began the very fun yet oddly complex task of building your fort.

After what felt like an eternity (it was closer to an hour), you had finally built what you would argue to be the best fort you’ve ever made in your life. It was tall enough for you to comfortably crouch in, the pitch in the center of the roof made it look a bit like a circus tent and you loved it. The floors were cushioned by large soft blankets with a few of your throw pillows lining the edges. You had made the genius decision to add your Christmas lights to parts of the fort as well as your favorite lamp and a fan that helped move the air in the tent. With the lights off, it seemed to glow and billow in the soft breeze. You absolutely loved it.

The knock at your door startled you, turning down your music, you called to the door, “Who is it?”

“It’s me!” You heard Jake’s muffled voice. Relief washed through you and you smiled softly.

“Use your key, Jensen, jeepers,” you called back with a chuckle. You’d given him a spare key months ago, but he still insisted on knocking every time. When you told him he didn’t have to knock, Jake said that he didn’t want to barge in on you like that. Always the sweetheart.

“Hi,” he started as he kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat, his kind eyes darting from you to the massive fort behind you, “oh, no way! You made a blanket fort without me?!”

“Sorry, it was a last minute thing,” you giggled as he took in your handy work with his hands on his hips. “I’ll text you about it next time.”

“Yeah, you better,” he sassed playfully.

“Wanna come in? We can watch movies or something,” you offered. You noticed the shy smile that crept across Jake’s face. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Uh, I don’t know if I’ll fit in there, sweets,” he was a large guy, 6’6” of mostly pure muscle and flesh.

“That’s what he said,” you dead panned and crawled in through the entrance before quickly continuing, “come on, Jensen. Get in here, there’s enough space for two, plus I share the blankets.” With another shy smile, Jake crouched at the entrance when your head popped out. “One rule, Jensen: no outside clothing.”

“What?” He laughed, his eyebrows pinched in confusion.

“No clothes that have been outside; I got my good pillows in here! I can’t have you tainting them with outside air,” you reasoned.

“Sweets, I don’t have anything to change into,” he pouted softly, he was dying to see the inside of the magnificent fort.

“Just lose the jeans, I have a few of your shirts.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he sassed and tugged at the collar of the orange t shirt you were wearing. You chuckled and gave him a look that screamed ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. He rolled his eyes with a smile and set off for your bedroom. You were nice enough to give him a drawer in your dresser for sleepovers, he had one at his place for you, too. A lot of best friends do that, right? Once his jeans were off and folded and his old Star Wars t shirt swapped out for his black tank top, he made his way back to the fort.

“I’m coming in,” He gingerly pushed back the soft sheet that served as the door. As soon as his head was in the fort, his eyes were drawn overhead; you’d used the constellation bedsheets he’d gotten you a few years ago for your birthday as the roof, the warm white Christmas lights illuminating the sheets enough to give them a twinkling effect. “Wow.” He whispered.

“Right?” You whispered with him, laying on your back, your head propped up on one of your pillows, legs covered by a light throw blanket. The fort was a lot bigger than Jake had thought, but it was still small compared to your Goliath of a best friend. You scooted over a bit, making room for his head to lay next to yours. He took his spot comfortably, you couldn’t help but appreciate the tightness of Jakes tank top and black boxers. The toned cords of muscle that lay beneath his unfairly soft skin flexed as he crawled through the fort. He sighed as he settled in, your heads next to each other as he laid on the other side of the pillow. You hand naturally lifted to play with the short strands of his blonde hair as you looked up at the ceiling.

“Sweets, this is gorgeous. You did such a good job,” he whispered, just like you always did when you laid down. You felt your body heat up at the wonderstruck yet husky tone of his whisper, the closeness made his hushed words seem more special, more sacred.

“Thank you,” you shyly respond, opting to focus on the way the strands of his hair feel on your fingers. You pass the next few minutes in silence, simply staring up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, there’s a shift, your heart hammering away in your chest, the air is heavy and crackling with a new type of electricity. Jake’s hand slowly reaches up, his warm palm sliding across your shoulder, silently asking for your other hand. You bring your hand to his, his large fingers slotting through yours just as they have a million times before, yet this was different. The moment your smooth hand touches his, Jake feels lightning bolts shoot through his body, his chest beginning to heave in his excitement. He swallows silently.

“Thought you said you shared blankets, Sweets,” he whispers, his voice so deep it nearly sounds like a purr. You have to resist the urge to moan at the sound, your thighs unintentionally pressing together, your core slowly but surely getting wetter and wetter the longer you both stay under this spell. “Come here.”

You roll over on to your belly, gathering the soft blanket with you as he sits up on his knees. The movements are slow, the thick air making your motions more sensual than normal. Jake licks his lips subtly as he takes in your form; your beautiful body shrouded in the fabric of his favorite graphic t shirt, it was long enough to reach your mid thighs, effectively hiding the honeypot between your legs. His thoughts wander to what you might be wearing underneath the shirt, if anything at all. Were you wearing those comfortable sleeping shorts? Those black panties that made your ass look too good to be true? Were you naked, and just waiting for him to tear the shirt over your head and—

“Jake,” you called to him softly as you slowly crawled toward him, closing the distance between you. You could see the way his eyes darkened as you neared him, his nostrils flaring when you kneeled in front of him, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him. He says nothing as he reaches for the blanket, his eyes remaining on yours. Draping the blanket around his shoulders, Jake starts to lean in, inching forward as you begin to lean back. The look in your eyes has him mesmerized.

You lower yourself to the floor, your head finally coming to rest on the pillow. Jake sucks in a deep breath when your thighs part for him to lay between, the hem of the large shirt falling back to reveal the black panties he’s dreamed about during long missions. He braces himself on his hands, one by your head, the other by your hip, gripping the blanket in a grip to hold on to his sanity. Your hands rise from their places at your side to rest on his waist, the warmth he radiates through his tank top warms you to your core, a wave of arousal crashing over you. Jake pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you underneath him, wearing nothing but his shirt, and looking up at him like he was the man of your dreams. It has his head swimming with lust, love, and every good feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs under his breath mostly to himself. Jake always thought you were beautiful, you were funny, smart, patient, compassionate— the complete package. Normally, being this close to a woman—any woman— would send Jake into a nervous tizzy, but with you it was different. It was always different with you. He doesn’t miss the way your lips curl into a shy smile or the way your eyes shift away at the compliment. He wasn’t having any of that.

“No, look at me, Sweets,” he gently demanded, his large hand hooking under your chin to coax you into looking at him again. When you do look at him again, the look in his eye has you gasping softly. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, his face now a mere inch away from yours. This time when your eyes dart from his own down to his lips, he can’t find it in him to scold you. Your hand sliding up his neck and into his hair, cradling the back of his head while you play with the short stands again. A shiver rips through his body, his breath getting caught in his throat as he stutters out a gasp, his body easing itself down against yours. You sigh his name when you feel the taught, firmness of his godlike body resting on top of you, cocooning around you, your thighs spread to accommodate him, legs wrapping around him like it were second nature.

The moment his name flutters off the tip of your tongue, Jake’s resolve breaks completely. His lips finally meet yours in the longing kiss he’s wanted for years. Your eyes slide shut to savor the taste of each other, hands holding each other like you could shatter any minute. Gingerly, tenderly, gently. You move your mouths together, finding the perfect rhythm—you always worked so well together.

The feeling of your tongue sliding across the seam of his lips, petting and begging to be let in, has Jake actually purring with happiness. He lets you in, his own tongue eagerly greeting yours as it sweeps into his waiting mouth. Your chest heaves, never seeming to get enough oxygen as each kiss has your mind reeling. You can feel how his lungs fill and deflate with air as he pants with you, the throbbing of Jake’s heart in his chest, the twitching of his long, hard cock against your clothed core. His hips instinctively grind into you, the movement subtle and barely there, but there nonetheless. You whimper into his open mouth, the kiss finally breaking as you look up at him.

He looks down at you, his eyes hooded with desire but worry that he may have overstepped his boundaries has his forehead creasing. Sensing his worry, your pet his scalp and give him a reassuring smile. Jake swears on everything he holds dear that he’s never seen anything as perfect as you laid out underneath him, your lips slick and plump from kissing, and that gorgeous smile lighting up your face. When your hips rise to meet his, silently urging him to do it again, he moans your name in a hushed voice so deep you can’t believe it’s coming from him. His eyes find yours again looking for permission to rut into you.

“Yeah, please,” you whisper with a nod of your head, your gaze now pleading. It breaks his heart to see your sweet face pout while begging for him, but his dick twitches happily, precum leaking from his fat tip at the tone of your voice. With your permission, Jake rolls his hips into you, the friction of his bulge against your clothed sex draws out a pleased moan from you both. He watches as your eyes flutter shut while basking in the pleasure he provides.

Unable to take it any longer, Jake reattaches your lips, his tongue seeking out the sweet flavor of you. You pull him into you, your hands clutching the fabric of his tank top wishing for him to be closer. Jake seems to feel the same way since his hands paw at your flesh, his grip steady and wanting, the need for you is just as strong as your need for him. Your hips find a pace that sends sparkles of pleasure shooting through you both. The filthy grinding has Jake’s cheeks burning with slight embarrassment, you were humping like horny teenagers—and in a lot of ways, that’s exactly what you both felt like.

You feel his calloused hand slide underneath the hem of the shirt, his touch gentle and cautious just in case you wanted him to stop. Gripping his wrist, you guide his hand up higher underneath your top. A gentle nip at his bottom lip forced a surge of confidence through him, his hand suddenly groping your left breast, massaging the supple flesh with an intensity that you’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whine, the sound triggering the deep primal need to make you say his name over and over. He growls and ruts against you harder, the new pace is rougher, desperate, and intense. It was everything you could have wanted. You were unbearably wet now, your little hole clenching around nothing as you moved together. You needed more. “Jake, please, baby, please…”

“Shhhh, it’s ok,” he whispers as he tosses his glasses off to the side, his hands make quick work of pulling your panties down and off your hips before pushing the band of his boxers low enough to free his aching cock. You felt the heavy meat of his erection rest against the silky wet folds of your pussy, the feeling of his raw dick slotting through your petals had a fresh trickle of slick pouring from your hole. One hand leaves its place on your body to guide himself to your waiting entrance. A whine bubbles in your throat when he briefly teases your clit with the tip of his cock, he doesn’t want you to beg but he can’t help but tease you a little, the noises you made were so cute. “It’s ok, s’ok, I’m gonna give you what you want, Sweets, don’t worry…”

You give him a pleased little whimper at his words before he spears into you. The pleasure of being filled sears deep into your bones, your body naturally opening up to him just like it was always meant to. Jake doesn’t hide the wavering moan that vibrates in his chest when he feels your walls wrap around him for the first time, finally bottoming out. He feels everything. The sting of your nails biting into the meat of his shoulder, the quickened pace of your heartbeat, your chest rising and falling, the wet heat of your cunt swallowing him whole. This was major. Earth shattering. Life changing.

“Oh my God!” He groans as he waits, letting you adjust to his size and regaining his composure as best he can, his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

“Jake, baby, move,” you moan throatily in his ear, your body strumming with need. If he stayed still for another minute you were certain you would die.

His reaction is instant, his hips drawing back slowly to feel the friction of your wet heat against him, then driving into you quick and hard. The action forcing a moan out from the back of your throat. The sound only spurred him on, he repeated the action again and again and again. His own moans mixing with yours beautifully, the blanket fort filled with the songs of your pleasures and the thumping of your bodies meeting in a hurried rhythm.

“Oh my fucking god, Jake! Jake! Jake!” You cried out for him, your cries being answered by his own long roaring groan. The tension in the pit of your belly wound tighter and tighter with each glorious thrust of his hips, your own naturally moving with his, wanting to work him just as good as he was working you. The way you met his nearly punishing thrusts made Jake practically delirious with pleasure. He’s never felt anything like this, and he was positive that he would never feel this way with anyone but you.

The realization had Jake rocketing dangerously close to his end, the euphoria that coursed through his veins doubling when a particular thrust sent his tip crashing into your g spot, your pussy tightening around him, suffocating his length entirely. The sweet whine of his name and a desperate ‘right there, baby, right there’ had Jake’s hand rubbing quick circles on your clit and his pace faltering—he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Cum for me, Sweets, need you t’cum! Give it to me, honey, please, need to feel it, can’t live without it, need it, need it—oh fuck yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!” He encourages as you finally cum, your entire body seizing up underneath him, trembling, and shaking because of him. His thrusts reduced to desperate jerks, his cock throbbing as his high begins to crescendo. Your sweet little body clings to him, and he you, as he jack-rabbits, all semblance of technique and form tossed out the window as his mind shuts down, all he can think about is filling you up. His instincts screaming at him to cum inside cum inside cum inside cum inside cum inside—

“Cum inside me, Jake, please, oh God, please cum inside of me!”

And he does. With a thundering roar of your name, Jake finally cums, his orgasm shaking him to his very core. Nothing has ever felt like this before, his hand never gave him a fraction of the pleasure that you have. He shakes on top of you, his spend flooding your cunt, his sweat damp muscles flexing as he presses himself into your body, his hands holding on to you as tight as he can. His hearing is fuzzy as his head spins, but he can hear your pleased whimpers and moans in his ear, your voice praising him, telling him how good of a job he did, how good he feels, how you’ve never cum that hard in your life—all of it adding to his pleasure.

After what feels like an eternity, he feels the buzzing under his skin begin to relax, his hold on you relaxing as he lets himself rest on top of you. Your hand rub up and down the length of his back, the other running through his hair. You hum happily as he lays on top of you, his hands now soothing the bruises he left along the curve of your hips and waist. A shiver runs through your body when you feel his lips pressing gentle kisses up the slope of your neck. You tilt your head back, bearing your throat to him, and Jake sighs at the action, his mouth now working along your salty skin. He felt a wave of need flood his senses once more, but he fights the urge to grind his soft member into you. Instead he brings his lips to yours, relaxing into the kiss and letting you guide him.

“Hmmm fuck, Jake,” you whispered against his lips, still kissing him, you couldn’t bear the thought of stopping right now, “didn’t know you could fuck like that…”

“Neither did I,” he says with a breathy laugh, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip had the laugh turning into a moan, “Jesus Christ—mmm, Sweets you better stop before—“

“Oh fuck, are you hard again?” You gasp when you feel his member swelling inside of you.

“M’sorry, I didn’t mean t— a-aaah!” He babbles until you clench your walls around him, the tightness nearly too much for his sensitive dick but he grinds into you regardless, the ache he feels at the base of his spine coming back with a vengeance.

“Shit, Jake, are you always like this?” You moan when his pubic bone rubs against your clit deliciously.

“N-No,” he stutters out, feeling a little embarrassed that he’s already needy again, “just with you…”

You smile against his lips and roll him over suddenly, his back against the floor and you in his lap. The angle change has you swallowing even more of his length, and Jake swears he never knew he could be so deep inside of you. It earns you a wavering, wanton moan, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“It was the fort, wasn’t it?” You playfully tease as you gasp. Jake smiles brightly.

“Yeah, definitely the fort.”

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inactive-hcs · 2 years

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Ok. OK. I read your story of Gen talking to his S/O while having a nightmare and the way you write? GLORIOUS,STUNNING, A CHEFF KISS!! (≧▽≦ﾉﾉﾞ☆ Can't believe you don't have more support!! You deserve everything, bravo! Also, if your request still open, i would love to see Genos or Sai (or both even) having a best friend (or meeting them) and just doing silly/funny stuff, like going out, just chilling at home (like slice of life). Up to you if it would be hc or tiny story (do it if u wanna ofc!)

Ahhh Thank you Thank you (〃ω〃) I‘m glad you liked it so much! I‘ll write you some Headcanons since I‘m too much of a dummy to think of a Plot That works well, but I hope you still enjoy it!

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Potential TW: None

Genos x Reader (platonic)

Kusuo x Reader (platonic)

Fluff/Fun/Sfw

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Genos best friend Headcanons

If you manage to make this man your friend you‘re literally my hero

He‘s actually a pretty good friend, but sometimes he ditches you for Saitama. It’s not always tho, he‘s a man that keeps his promises

He prefers to have casual hang outs, maybe visit a Café together or just chilling on a bench

It actually happens quite often that he forces you to go grocery shopping with him. It’s sales day and he needs to make sure to get everything for his beloved Sensei

Please never take him shopping he hates it

If you do he‘ll either carry your bags or refuses to do it with all of his robotic heart

He isn’t a very goofy person, he’s more on the honest side, so don’t expect any jokes or laughs from him

Since he likes writing and reading hanging out with him would probably result in doing that. He gives you book recommendations and vice versa

When he has to clean his body you take him to a car wash. He needs a high pressure shower after all, and believe me, that will be the funniest thing that you will ever see him do ever.

You convinced him to try drawing with you but… his skills are… so bad.

Like what is that even

If you’re someone who‘s fascinated by his technological body he wouldn’t mind showing you how everything works. He takes you to Dr Kuseno who explains in detail how Genos was build and what materials he used

It’s actually really complex and interesting

Genos can canonically eat and drink, maybe she enjoys snacks too?

This might be a little ooc but imagine having a movie night with him while eating snacks and drinking soda and all that stuff 😭 I love movie nights 💔

I like to imagine when you first met he thought you were weird and annoying but then warmed up to you like he does to anyone else

You’re the only one allowed to read his diary

The only one

If you‘d ever tell Someone a thing about what he wrote you would never regain his trust

He‘s a great cook as well, so just imagine hanging out and simply making a few dishes together and then enjoying them after. Such a sweet thought

He doesn’t like involving you in any hero missions since he doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt. He also worries you might get scared of him if you see him fight

His name is demon cyborg for a reason after all

I could imagine you joking about his Hero name and he’s just like "yeah whatever, if you saw you would know."

Kusuo best friend Headcanons

Having Kusuo as a friend can be challenging for both sides

I mean he isn’t very social in the first place, so if you’re a very extroverted person I‘m sorry, but there won’t be much going on

I think depending on how well he tolerates you there could be some activities I can see happening

Idc if it’s ooc but having a picnic with Kusuo sounds so nice 😭

Like just imagine bringing some snacks and then just sitting on the grass at some lake while ya‘ll simply eat your cakes and stuff like that

I feel like he wouldn’t let you come over because he thinks his parents can be a little pushy and he doesn’t want to make your friendship weird or anything

He doesn’t like it when you make fun of his appearance, even as a joke, just stop

If you would be on a really close best friend level I think he would also open up about his powers to you

He appreciates it a LOT when you tell him that it’s fine and he can simply tell you when he doesn’t want to hang out/hear your thoughts

Makes it a lot easier

Hanging out would probably just result in either reading or playing video games together

On rare occasions you watch movies, but you definitely have to agree to watch one you haven’t seen before

He doesn’t want to hear spoilers from your thoughts

Buy him coffee jelly and he‘ll appreciate you a bit more

Maybe even a lot, who knows

If you ever manage to make Saiki laugh you’re a real one, he will keep you forever

He doesn’t know how to react to compliments that well, but if they’re genuine he would give you a nod or a thumbs up to acknowledge what you said

He also sometimes just gives you a thumbs up to signal that it’s nice seeing you, or that he likes the way your internal organs look today 💀

(Honestly writing about him makes me feel bad, I wish he could have a normal life :( )

Judges you secretly for some of your thoughts but never tells you so you’re not uncomfy

Don’t test him he doesn’t care

Overall a pretty chill friend

Also sticks up to you secretly

If someone makes fun of you or is just generally mean to you he’s going to cause misfortune to then on purpose

"Whoops I didn’t even notice there was a lantern. What a shame it would be if I made you walk right into it."

Never admits that he likes or cares about you, but if he did you‘d know

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There you go :3 I hope you liked reading it! It was actually pretty fun :D

#one punch man x reader #genos #genos Opm #genos x reader #Saiki k #saiki k x reader #kusuo saiki #kusuo x reader #saiki x reader #platonic #fluff

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bemylord · 3 years

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being their girlfriend/dating them

or they're as your boyfriend

character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.

warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.

note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.

as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.

praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.

the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.

'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'

you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.

cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.

show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?

whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?

gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.

there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.

having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.

but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.

sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.

nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.

nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.

after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.

doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.

megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.

sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.

only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.

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fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n."

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine."

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.

Ironic, huh?

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.

"Answer me."

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?"

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.

"Say it, Y/n."

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans

Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon

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“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon

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“QUINN HEAR ME OUT

imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...

good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon

Word Count: 4,752

Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.

Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

Part 1

Masterlist

Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.

James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.

Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.

Together they were perfect.

And somehow they were yours.

One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily.

What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?

The answer?

Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?

It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.

“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”

“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.”

James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.

Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.

“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.

“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”

“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them.

“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”

“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.

“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”

“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”

They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.

Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”

Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers.

Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”

“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”

“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…”

“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”

“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter.

“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”

“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.

“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”

“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.

“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.

Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his.

“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.”

“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”

“Or mine,” James piped up.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”

“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”

Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.

“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.

“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.

“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.

“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”

“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”

“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”

“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”

Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you.

Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”

“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”

“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.”

Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips.

Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.

“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”

“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”

Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.

She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you.

After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you.

Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were.

“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”

“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.

As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.

You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth.

“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”

“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.

“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”

Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.

“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”

Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.

“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do.

“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”

“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it.

“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.

As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”

“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”

“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”

“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”

“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”

Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”

“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”

“I’ve done it before,” He countered.

“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”

“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.

“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”

“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”

“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”

“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.

“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”

That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.

You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”

“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”

He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”

As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot.

You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.

“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”

“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”

Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.

So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.

“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.

“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”

A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.

“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.

You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”

“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.

“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”

“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.

Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.

You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.

By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.

The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.

Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt.

“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”

“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”

“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”

“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”

“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”

“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”

As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.

“But-”

“Out!”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”

Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.

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