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satorena · 6 months

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❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱ : geto suguru x fem!reader

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, mutual masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fwb!reader, phone sex, fingering, squirting, reader has a vagina and tattoos on her fingers.

serena’s note. based off the line “i touch myself just thinking about you” 🌬️

11:45pm: *2 photo attachments*

11:45pm: missin’ my pretty girl

it was almost painfully embarrassing how easily aroused two simple pictures could get you. it didn’t take much for your cotton panties beneath your oversized tee to get damp with slick, squeezing your thighs together to stimulate some sort of friction.

you stared for god knows how long at your phone screen, the bright light illuminating a mean and girthy dick you’re all too well accustomed to. its brown tip raging red and leaking pre come you’d familiarize yourself with. the bulging veins on the underside of his shaft peeked through sensitive skin, mimicking the veins on the owner’s hands and wrists.

simple details on the man, such as rings and bracelets and beauty marks and an oozing tip, had you licking the tip of your fingers before slipping them past your panties, meeting your bare pussy, flinching at the contact and chilly breeze of your bedroom.

“fuck,” you sighed, head thrown back into the pillow. you performed circles at your clit, teasing yourself with your light touches.

this was exactly how suguru had his way with you. he took his time—though he preferred using his tongue but that wasn’t exactly an option as of right now— by thumbing at your clit and watching you unravel and crumble at his touch.

you mimicked your thoughts, the attention at your bundle of nerves sending blissful shockwaves throughout your limbs. your thighs squeezed together from the pleasure, and you recalled that suguru would have forced them open and made you take it like the good girl you are.

your hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled with what couldn’t be provided at the moment. soft whines came out your throat while you ground your hips up, subconsciously chasing your own hand in need of more pressure.

so lost in yourself, your screen dimmed, noting it would soon shut off, before pinging once more at a newer notification.

11:49pm: left on read huh…

11:50pm: don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?

you don’t even bother trying to reply, knowing he would ring up your line in a few. good, you could use his voice in your ears while getting off, after all— suguru had officially ruined you for anybody else.

as expected, your phone buzzed in your hand and you swiped the call eagerly, pressing it on speaker before resting it on your chest.

“suguuu,” you greet him, bottom lip stuck in between your teeth. your other hand goes to slip under your tee, and grasp at your bare chest, groping firmly at the tender mound.

“you kept me waiting,” he chuckles, though you notice it’s breathy, as if forcing it out. you hear shuffling, and he heaves out a sigh, “missed you, pretty.”

“mhmm, missed you more,” you intensify the pace on your clit, fuzzy sock-cladded toes curling from the building pleasure. “need you here, sugu,”

you mewl his name, the nickname rolling off your pink tongue and into your phone speaker. the neediness behind your tone had him groaning, cursing out a ‘fuck’ and suddenly the sound of fapping grew consistent.

“oh yeah?” he tries, tries, to come off cocky but he’s just as needy as you are. perhaps even more, as the hold on his cock tightens. “tell me more baby. what else?”

you figure it’s finally time to focus your attention on your folds, which had soaked up your cunt and sheets beneath you the minute he called. your index and middle finger graze at your lips, and you whine at the sensitivity.

“want you here,” you moan, rubbing figure eights at your your folds. you stimulate your cunt in a familiar pattern, the same way suguru always worked on you. “w-want your fingers deep in my pussy, fuckin’ me open and—hah, making a mess outta me—need it suguru!”

“shit baby,” he chuckles, though muffled, as you fail to notice he’s got the hem of his wife beater tucked in between his teeth. “want me to tell you what i’d do to you if we were together?”

“yes!” you beg, unashamed as your back arches off the surface of your bed. your limbs felt liquified and there was something about his voice that had your pussy glistening terribly.

“mm, well,” he begins, his thumb grazing over his slit as he pictured you doing a million times. “i’d start off with kisses at your thighs. y’love it whenever i bite, dont’cha? love it when i mark you as mine, hm?”

you nod your head, despite the fact he can’t see. “always sugu, feels so good!”

“and when i get sick of teasing myself, i’d push your panties to the side and kiss your pretty clit,” geto sighs, almost in a trance by his own words. they roll of his tongue so naturally, stomach clenching as he imagines the things he’d do to you if he was able to.

“kiss your pretty clit before playing with it. i know it drives you—fuck—crazy. yeah, it drives you crazy and you love to act like you hate being teased, but baby, your pussy tells me otherwise,”

he spoke so sinfully in your ears, soft voice being a major contrast to the intense words that left his mouth. it churned deep in your guts, sending butterflies with a mix of straight arousal.

“i do— fuckin’ love it—” you cut yourself off, the hand on your breast tweaking with the stiff bud, twisting and pinching at it.

“you fingering yourself yet?” he asks you, and you shake your head, humming a soft ‘uhn uhn’, he continues, upping the pace of his own jerking, “good girl—get your tatted fingers in f’me, wanna hear your pretty pussy speak to me.”

“o-okay” you comply to his order, easing the void of emptiness by sliding your middle and ring finger inside your clenching pussy.

you moan loudly at the intrusion, the stretch nothing close to suguru’s fingers, but still enough to satisfy you for the time being. you feel your soft walls clench around your digits, begging for more. at the wet squelch of your cunt, you hear geto chuckle through the phone, “there we go, my favorite language.”

“wish you were here sugu—hnng, need you here and—and takin’ care of me!” you voice out your thoughts, your fingers gradually picking up their pace and plowing in your insides.

“sugu’s being mean, isn’t he? ‘m sorry baby, for not doin’ my—shit—job,” geto apologizes, the sound of his lubricated cock being jerked resonating in the depths of your ear drums.

“match my rhythm, mama,” he instructs you to follow, and despite you being so deep in your own thoughts and moans, you focus on the faint sound of his fist chafing his dick.

and so, your fingers plunge in and out your wet core, pussy gushing slickness, just to please geto.

“that’s it—my good girl, mmh, always doin’ so perfect.”

his praises did wonders to your body, as you felt an oncoming orgasm approach. your gut heated and tightened into a familiar coil, and your thighs threatened to close in on your hands.

“sugu, baby, ‘m getting close!” you warn him, now roughly grabbing at your other boob that lacked attention.

“me too, pretty girl—me too,” he grunts, the pace of his jerking increasing greatly. he works up and down his length with two hands and purpose, breathing heavily and watching his abdomen contracting tightly.

“play with your clit,” suguru breathes out, a whine escaping his throat momentarily. you moan at the unexpected sound, and he continues, “please baby—play with your clit f’me”

he begged and fuck, you’d never felt yourself be so attracted to his voice the way you did right now.

“feels’good” you slur, drool pooling at the corner of your parted lips. you multitasked with toying at your puffy clit with scissoring your cave, the drag of your fingers and stimulation of your bundle of nerves opening the dam.

“cummin’ sugu—hnng, fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out, far too loud as you release on your hand. your juices spill and you drip down to the crack of your ass, down to the sheets, soaking up your panties and mattress.

you continue to fuck yourself as best as you could despite your body jerking at the sensitivity, thighs quaking and back arched off the bed.

“r-right behind ya princess—oh fuck y/n” you hear his voice break as he shoots his load onto himself, his pretty moans all in your ears. he sounded melodic, your name belonging on his tongue as it sends tingles all over your nerves.

after a few minutes, your high comes down, and you slowly pull your fingers out of your pussy, wincing at the contact. geto’s gone quiet, safe for the panting on the other side of the phone, most likely attempting to ground himself from his own orgasm.

you clench your thighs and jolt at the sensitivity. your skin felt clammy and sticky with your arousal, and your bedroom now smelled of your sex. you miss suguru’s scent, and how much differently your sheets would’ve smelt with him in it.

“taste yourself for me,” suguru speaks up, breathless.

you do as he says, bringing your fingers up and wrapping your plump lips around your digits. you moan softly, before giggling cutely when you hear the man groaning in desperation.

“quit makin’ me jealous,” he sighs, the words almost coming out like a whine. “nothin’ gets sweeter than your pussy, swear on everything.”

you can only think of a simple solution for his complaints. you shrug, popping your lips off your soaked hand, “pull up on me then.”

the line goes quiet for a bit, and you can practically hear the arrogant smirk on his face, which only makes your lips tug into a similar smile.

“your fine ass better be ready for me in ten.”

mind you this is a canon moment between me & him 🫦

#stargirl★rena.#www.tumblr.com/satorena #geto suguru #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk geto #x reader

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 10 months

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I'd like to request some spicy time with a rough, yandere Malleus. Pretty please? 🥺👉👈

Oh, dear guest. This was so much fun to write~ I do hope you enjoy!

Title: The King’s New Toy

Characters: Yandere!Malleus x m!Reader, Lilia Vanrouge

Contains: Dark Themes (Yandere), rough sex, bondage/restraints, toy usage(vibrating dildo), sinful magic usage, orgasm denial, orgasm control, Diasomnia has a dungeon, Malleus has two dicks

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Rain gently pelted the tall windows of the castle dorm, keeping Malleus’s attention from the book in his hands. The fireplace he sat by was crackling with flame, warming him and the area with its faint glow. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting like that or how he ended up so distracted. It was Lilia bringing him a nightly cup of tea that shook him out of his thoughts when it was placed onto the table beside his chair.

“How long as it been?” Lilia asked, gazing over at the clock as he wrapped his arms over his chest. “I hadn’t seen you return.”

Malleus checked the same clock, noting the current time while reaching for the tea cup. “Almost two hours. An hour and a half it seems.”

“Kheehee~ My, he must be an absolute mess by now.” A playful smirk resided on Lilia’s face from the mere thought.

“I’ll pay him a visit shortly,” Malleus explained, sipping the warm liquid. “It’s a punishment after all. He will learn that his actions have consequences…”

———

Another thirty minutes had gone by before Malleus descended the dark stone steps of Diasomnia’s dungeon. Reaching the floor, a row of cells were before him, empty and gathering dust and cobwebs. A faint sound echoed toward him, and a sinister, teeth bearing smirk grew on his lips. It sounded like whining, whimpering. Anyone else may not have understood what it was, but Malleus was well aware. Walking down the hall, the sounds only grew until he reached the last cell, and inside was a lovely sight.

Near the back wall sat you, on your knees and riding an enchanted toy that Malleus had conjured himself. Your arms were behind you, wrists shackled with a chain leading to the wall. Your head hung down as the toy vibrated deep inside, your mouth slacked open as your weak moans bounced off the cell’s walls. Malleus gazed over at your twitching erection, how it stood full mast and ached for release. He chuckled darkly, catching your attention.

Your head shut up, and a look of desperation filled your eyes as you leaned your body forward. “M-Malleus! Malleus, please, I can’t take it anymore! This toy, i-it kept stopping when I was about to…p-please just let me finish! I need to cum!”

The toy was something Malleus concocted himself, having taken a standard vibrating toy and projecting a magic onto it that would sense when a person’s body is about to release. It would increase in strength ever so often, only to shut off when it felt the body about to cum. Such a toy drove you wild, as it not only denied you, but has also given you ruined orgasms as well.

Malleus pulled out a ring of keys, deliberately checking each one slow and precisely just to watch you squirm more on that toy. When he found the key he wanted, he opened the lock of the cell, letting the door open with a creak. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Ah, that’s right. The whole reason you were in here was because he suspected you of seeing the other students behind his back. Though as false as that was, he was adamant on you not choosing him, so he resorted to other methods, methods he were sure would persuade you.

You nodded quickly. “Y-Yes! Yes I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t see the others anymore! I promise! I-It’ll just be us s-so please! L-Let me cum, and I’ll be all yours!”

Malleus raised his palm up and slowly lifted his hand. The toy followed the hand placement, increasing in speed and strength. Your moans followed, increasing in pitch and volume as your hips rocked back into the device.

“Y-Yes, yes yesyesyesyesyes!!”

You were so close. So very close—

—until it stopped.

Realizing once again you were robbed of your orgasm, you let out a frustrated cry, leaning forward and tugging at your restraints.

“Malleus! Malleus, please!”

“You poor thing. So desperate for release.” His voice was dark, sounding like it was laced with poison. “What makes you think you deserve it?”

“B-Because I’ll behave! I swear I-I’ll listen!” Your voice was full of panic and desperation. Your body needed to release or you swore you’d go mad.

As Malleus approached you, the sounds of his shoes clicking felt like heavy lead in your stomach, but your heart fluttered when he knelt down and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Do you speak the truth?” he asked coldly. “Do you swear to abide by my wishes?”

You swallowed dryly, nodding. “Y-Yes, Malleus. I swear. I-I swear.”

He paused for a moment before looking at the chains restraining you as he stood. With a single flick of a finger, one of the links broke, sending you forward and resting your torso on the ground. Your ass hung in the air, the toy sticking out as if it was begging to be grabbed.

Malleus would do just that, grabbing the base of the toy before slowly moving it in and out. “Two hours of such torment. I’m surprised your body has lasted this long.”

You couldn’t answer. The only you could do was moan into the ground, the friction so much more delightful than the intense vibrating. You gently rocked your hips back, attempting to get more, but Malleus scowled, gripping your hip with one hand to still you before pulling the toy out.

“N-No! P-Please…” You whined into the stone floor. You were about to beg him to put it back when you felt something hot prod at your ass.

“One more time, dear…whose wishes do you abide by?”

You gulped once more, having to wrack through your recently clouded brain. “Y-Yours. Your wishes.” Then, as a, hopefully, bonus, you added, “I-I abide by my king’s wishes. I-I serve King Malleus Draconia.”

That seemed to do it, much to your surprise, as you felt your hole stretch to an unbelievable size. Such an action caused you to let out a shriek as your eyes rolled back, your body visibly trembling from the sensitivity of being played with for hours.

Malleus leaned down over you, his chest flush with your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“O-Oh yes,” he breathed. “Th-This was definitely ready for me~ S-So tight~ Great Seven, I should have grabbed you s-sooner~”

Having waited until you were a bit more adjusted until he began to thrust, his dual cocks grazing all the right spots deep inside of you and riling you up more than you already were. His thrusts, at first, were slow, using the movement to stretch you more before or lost himself to his own desires. Your stomach bulged from his dicks stretching you internally, the stretch of your skin moving in tandem with his movements. Everything was enough to make you scream, which you did when he hit a special spot deep inside.

“There!! Right there!! Please!!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, as when he finally hit that spot, it was all he hit, making your mind turn to mush as you became nothing but a mere toy for the king.

“W-Wanna cum…please…! I-I wanna come, Malleus!”

Having you in that held position, he hoisted you up, one arm around your waist and the other on your neck, supporting your weight as he never once stopped fucking you. His cocks swelled with anticipation, throbbing with his own climax approaching.

“Who do you belong to, child of man?”

“M-Malleus Draconia! I-I belong to the G-Great King, M-Malleus Draconia!”

Satisfied with the answer, Malleus growled in your ear. “Cum, child of man. Cum for your king…~”

You didn’t need to be told twice as almost immediately, ropes of your seed shot out in streams as your mouth hung open in a silent yet strangled scream, body twitching and spasming as it finally saw the release it had been yearning for for so long. White clouded the edges of your vision, until your eyes shut, your body falling limp in his arms as your chest slowly rose and fell.

The guilt that Malleus should have felt was instead pride as he gave your cheek a gentle kiss, feeling more than proud with himself for having ruined you into exhaustion like this.

“You’ll be the best little toy for me, (y/n)~” he said as he gently brushed your hair from your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead before magically breaking the rest of the restraints and carrying you toward the steps.

#kaisers house of desires #x male reader #x reader #twisted wonderland #x male smut #x male y/n #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #yandere malleus #malleus #male reader #top malleus #bottom male reader

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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wait…wait… fingering felix or vice cerda while gaming mmm 😋 obv online or with friends or smth 😳 just having to play it off while cumming wowie🫠

-🍄

and Happy New Year my friend<3

happy ny to you 🍄 anon! this is such a great thought… what about having him cockwarm your strap after 🤭

🏷️ sub!felix, pegging, cockwarming

“stay still, baby. you’ll get yourself killed if you keep messing up.”

felix curses into his headset when one of his enemies almost takes him out. it’s a close call; he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, nearly getting sniped by another player.

you’re right. he needs to focus or he’ll lose.

pull yourself together, lix.

he shifts in your lap and whimpers when his next shot misses its target by a landslide.

“lix! what are you doing?! put your head in the game mate!”

chan’s voice rings through the headphones. one earpiece covers felix’s ear and the other is pushed back so he can hear both you and his teammates. he mumbles a shaky apology in the mic and you notice how his voice sounds oddly high-pitched. which means his friends must hear it too. perfect.

“concentrate.” you press a kiss on his nape. his fuzzy hoodie tickles your nose. “you don’t want them to find out what’s really going on, do you?”

felix shakes his head. he’d been the one who’d insisted on this: begged for more than the gentle pressure of your fingers inside his tight hole. and you’d obliged. with only one drawback: he has to finish this round first.

and win.

for the past twenty minutes felix has been sitting in your lap with your strap snugly fitted between his walls. every movement, not matter how small, has the curved head pressing against his sensitive prostate.

it’s torture. felix wants nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck himself on the silicon dildo but all he can do is sit as still as possible and keep his eyes fixed on the screen. he can’t afford any missteps now. not when he’s risking losing more than just this stupid game.

watching your boyfriend struggle to keep himself from mindlessly grinding down onto your lap fills you with amusement. he looks so pretty like this: all flushed and agitated like he might lose his composure soon. his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth to stop himself from revealing his plight to his friends. every muscle in his body screams out in desperation; from his tense shoulders to his leaking cock twitching in your hand. there’s so much precum it dribbles down your fingers. at this point he may be wetter than you are and you’re surprised he’s been able to stay this still. just like him you hope the round doesn’t last much longer. you can’t wait to see the outcome.

“i think you want them to hear you,” you whisper for his ears only. “want your friends to know you can’t wait to get fucked. what if i tell them i’m going to bend you over this desk if you win, hm? fuck your needy hole until you’re begging me to stop because it feels too good?”

felix can’t prevent the sudden moan leaving his lips. fuck, you know him too well. his ears burn at the idea of chan and jisung listening to him getting ruined and reduced to a sniffling mess.

he can’t help but wonder how his friends would react. would they cut off the audio and never bring it up again, too flustered about having overheard something so salacious? or would they enjoy it… their pants tightening as they picture themselves in felix’s position. or (and the next thought is almost enough to make him blow on the spot), in yours.

chan’s fat cock drilling into him while jisung holds felix down until he can feel his best friend’s cum drip down his ass—

shit. he has to stop and fucking focus for once.

felix knows you’re loving every minute of this. it’s evident in the way you chuckle when he fidgets in your lap. you’re thriving off his distress and it only makes his cock ache more. you keep whispering filthy words into his ear, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else who could be hearing them.

would you want them to overhear? fuck, he can’t go there, not now—

felix has no idea how he makes it through the next ten minutes, but as soon as the victory screen pops up he disconnects from the voice channel with only a short, clipped “bye!” to his teammates. his hands are shaking as he tries to catch his breath. he won.

“congratulations, pup,” your voice is sweet like honey and his heart beats impossibly faster when you take off his headphones and grab hold of his stuttering hips. “you deserve your reward.”

#answered #🍄 anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #lee felix x reader #felix smut #lee felix smut #sub!idol #sub!skz #dom!reader #sub!stray kids #;skz blurbs

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satosugusandwich · 5 months

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🩵 Tease 🩵

Currently thinking about how gojo is the type of guy to make you say what you want even when he knows what you want. He’s aware you might be a little shy so at first he cuts you some slack.

NSFW ahead :) gojoxfem!reader… begging, teasing, lil humiliation, gojo loves to finger you teehee

So when he first asks you out…

“You know you’ve been around me a lot recently… do you got something to say?” He’d cheekily ask, his eyes guarded behind his blindfold so you cant even tell what he’s thinking.

“What do you mean?” You respond, doing your best to not look caught off guard.

“Come onnnn… you know what I mean.” It really does take everything in him to not tease you further. “You wanna go out with me?” The words will slide out like honey, his cocky ass already knowing the answer.

But then some time will pass and you’ll have gone out a few times and he’ll do it again.

“Are you just gonna sit there? You’ve licked your lips at least twice now, pretty.” This time, he’d be in sunglasses that are tinted enough just so you can see his eyes watching you. “Now you can’t stop staring at me.” His pearly teeth would start to poke out as he grins at your expression.

“Do I have to say it, Satoru?” You respond, quickly looking away.

He leans in just enough to make you turn your head back toward him. “Say what?” He’s blushing now, so at least he’s a little bit nervous too.

You try to hide your timidity behind giggling but he instead takes it as a I like when you tease me.

“Pretty please, you gotta tell me.” He softly begs, his hot breath already touching your lips.

You cave and tell him. “I want you to kiss me.”

“There we go.” He’d kiss you softly, as if to apologize for his humiliating teasing against you, but once he feels you wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he decides maybe he can be a bit rougher.

But really, when it all comes together is when he’s got you on your back, whining and whimpering wordlessly as he teases your pretty hole with his fingers. He’s learned to be kinder now that he’s grown up which is why he didn’t force you to tell him that he wanted to fuck, in fact he initiated at first, but now that you’re nearing the climax of your night together…

“Ahh… ah!” You whine as he toys with your clit, gently rolling it around under his thumb as his other fingers probe at your g-spot. “Satoru…” You say his name so beautifully that he doesn’t even need to hear any praise from your tongue, all he has to hear is how desperately you say his name.

“Keep saying my name, princess.” He doesn’t let up, watching closely as you fall apart under his touch.

“Satoruuu!” You’re whining so delightfully that he’s grinning ear to ear while your hips buck relentlessly, wanting to be filled by something else.

“Aw, is it too much?” He teases.

“I—! No, I can take more.” You tell him, too excited to waste time on being embarrassed.

“Ahhh, I get it now.” He withdraws his fingers and looks at you.

You wait to see what he does next but you don’t even have to ask what he’s waiting for, judging by how he’s grinning down at you. “Please.” You mutter.

“Please what?” He licks his lips.

“Satoru, please fuck me.” You ask him quietly, as if you didn’t want him to hear.

He cocks his head to the side and makes a dramatic show of putting his hand to his ear. “Didn’t quite catch that… wanna ask me again?”

What you wanna do is kick him in his aroused dick but then that would ruin the fun. “Satoru.” You say his name more firmly and catch his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. “Could you please fuck me.” As the words leave your body, it gets twice as hot (your body and the situation).

“You want me to fuck you?” He rubs his tip against your clit as he rests your legs on his shoulders. “Come on, is that right?”

Your breathing is rapid. “Yes. Please.”

“With my cock?” He pushes again.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Satoru.”

“I’m not going inside until you tell me what you want properly, pretty girl.”

Good thing he’s not inside you or else he’d feel how much you’d clench around him each time he teases you like this. “Satoru, please fuck me—fuck my pussy with your cock.”

He keeps his shit-eating grin on his face while he presses the tip into your entrance. “Oh, with pleasure. All you had to do was ask.”

Sure enough, Satoru from that moment out was wholly determined to make you beg for him a little more each time especially watching how you cry out for him over and over. Can he make you beg for him to cum inside you in that pretty whiny voice as his cock goes in and out in and out over and over again? Could he make you beg to fucked over and over? What all would you beg from him?

But really, what’s gonna happen when you get confident enough to make him beg?

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk smut #cockygojocockygojocockygojocockygojo #gojo will live

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jediskywalkerblog · 3 months

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ani would eat your pussy until you go dumb, then fuck you so hard after.

Gworlll, I love this request! Thank so much for submitting ;))

eating it - anakin skywalker

A/N this imagine contains smut. Minors DNI

“I need you ani” you moan as he lifts you up and pins you against the wall in one swift movement. He’s placing kisses all over your neck whilst attempting to take off your tank top.

“All in good time beautiful” He smirks as he takes off your top revealing your perky tits before he begins to suck and pull on them with his teeth. This tops you over the edge.

“Oh aniii” you moan as you run your fingers through his curls… “I need you now” is all you say before he carries you towards the bed, gently placing you on it.

Slowly, he pulls down your black leggings revealing your soaked panties, making you blush.

“So wet for me already baby girl” he says as he pulls down your red lace thong. “Won’t be needing these” he smirks as he throws them across the room before placing little kisses along your inner thighs.

With every kiss he’s getting closer to your dripping wet pussy, making your heart beat faster in desire for him. He pulls away for a second and removes his shirt revealing his toned abs and chest, almost making you drool.

“Like what you see?” He asks with that cheeks grin of his before sending me a wink…

“Fuck me ani” you whimper as your fingers trail themselves down to play with your throbbing bud.

“Patience baby” he says as he slaps your hand away. “This pussy is mine” Is the last thing he says before he pulls you to the end of the bed so your legs are dangling off. He places your knees over his shoulders as he’s kneeling on the hard wood floor.

“Want me to eat this sweet pussy beautiful?” He whispers whilst peppering my thighs with kisses, each one getting closer to your dripping pussy.

“Ruin my pussy ani” you moan as you run your hands through his curls right before his tongue attaches itself to your sensitive bud causing you to moan out loud. You’re struggling to contain yourself as he runs his tongue up and down your soaking slit, sucking and nibbling your cliff here and there.

“I’m gonna cum ani” you scream as you begin to shake…

“Not yet baby, I’m not done with you yet” he says as his tongue slips its way into your tight pussy.

“Ughhh” you moan as your fingers trail down to rub your cliff whilst his tongue is inside your pussy. You don’t get far until he ousted your hand away again.

“You’re such a desperate whore” he whispers as he sucks on your clit once more.

“I’m cumming ani” you scream as your legs begin to shake on his shoulders as you release yourself.

“Just couldn’t hold it could you baby” he says as he stands up and unbuckles his belt. He pulls his boxers down revealing his Hugh throbbing cock. “You want this baby” he asks as he leans over you.

“Yes ani, fill me uppp” you moan just before he slips his cock into your tight pussy. You both let out a min as your pussy clenches against his cock, adjusting to his size.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good” he whispers in your ear as he begins to fuck you uncontrollably… “gonna cum for me again you cock whore?” He asks looking down at you with his crystal blue eyes.

“Yes ani” you moan uncontrollably.

“Want you to cream all over this cock, do you understand me?” He moans as we’re both nearing our climax.

“Yea Anakin” you moan as you grab onto his bicep whilst releasing your orgasm. You can tell he’s near his with the sloppier his thrusts are getting. You love seeing him like this. Seat dripping off his forehead, the look he gives you. The lust.

“Fuck baby” he moans as he releases all of his chin into your pussy, thrusting a couple more times to make sure it stays in there…

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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THE BEACH DISASTER.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary it's volleyball saturday, and you desperately need to relax and forget about rooster. but he has other plans, which end up with you sharing more than you should.

cw MORE ANGST AHAHAHA, reader being really sad, rooster almost saying the s-word to reader...ALSO, me using that one amy march quote bc i love it (idk if anyone will notice it lol). NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n WAKE UP PART TWO IS POSTED!!! i managed to write 2,1k words... be proud, i've never done this before. i dont like this part as much as the first one, but a LOT of people wanted me to do a part two, so here you go!!!

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When you returned to base, your movements were quicker than in the air. You brushed your hair and teeth, changed into a sweatshirt, and ducked under the covers. You were probably the only young person on this base, for all your fellow pilots were getting drunk on the Hard Deck or some other bar.

The tears fell as soon as your head hit the pillow. Fuck him, fuck her, fuck everyone! You couldn't believe you would ever sob over Bradley Bradshaw, but here you were, under your blanket, wiping your snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You knew you'd eventually have to bounce back. Rooster was never yours, to begin with. There was no reason to be crying over someone who had done nothing but absolutely hate and offend you. You shouldn't let a man affect your job or your life. Especially a Navy man. You could find a hundred more like him.

But you didn't want a hundred more Bradley Bradshaws. You wanted the original, the man who, despite making fun of your piloting abilities, was good company when he wanted to. The amusing, talented, tall man with the pornstache you'd tried to shave once while he was napping.

Is he even thinking about me right now? Probably not. He has that pretty girl hanging off his arm, laughing at his jokes, stroking his arm and looking flawless. They're likely by the pool table—Rooster's beating Hangman at a game, and she's cheering for him, handing him his bear every time he scores.

The detailed thought of him, her and your friends makes your heart clench painfully. Tomorrow's Volleyball Saturday, but you don't have the energy or desire to play. You promised Phoenix and Halo to be there so you have to go, but if Rooster brings his new girlfriend, you'll have to bail. You can't stand to see them together again.

Your skull throbs and your eyes burn with new unshed tears. You bet Maria looks striking in a bikini, skin glowing, no stretch marks, and a perfectly flat stomach. She's the perfect girl for him.

God, you need to stop. You need to stop thinking about her. And him—especially him—or you will lose your fucking mind.

You shut your eyes, waiting for a dreamless sleep to consume you. Today has been wild, and fuck Rooster Bradshaw for ruining a perfect evening.

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You shut your car door after grabbing the cooler stuffed with beers and your bag, wiping the sweat off the top of your brow. You start to make your way down to the beach when you hear a voice call you from behind you.

Jake's walking toward you with a cocky smirk, but today, you don't find the energy to muster up a comment to mock him. You only smile and wait for him. He's holding his own cooler, probably filled to the brim with beers, just like yours.

"You look like shit," is the first thing he says.

You snort. If only you knew, Seresin. "Thanks, you too!"

"Are you ready to get your ass kicked today?" You actually laugh at that.

"In your dreams, Hangman. I'm the best player there is. Just admit your loss already."

It's his turn to laugh. "I thought you liked seeing us naked—' specially me. I've seen the heart eyes you throw my way, Swift."

Seresin wiggles his eyebrows in suggestion, and neither can stop your laughing as you descend down the beach. It felt good to laugh and forget about your current problem—who was a few feet away—for a second.

Once you put your things down, you look toward your friends. They are around the net, likely discussing who'll be on whose team. Hangman is taking his shirt off right next to you, but you pretend not to notice, even though your cheeks burn. Damn every single Navy guy for having such great bodies.

Your eyes look for Rooster subconsciously. Since they're all huddled together, it's hard to spot him at first. But once you find him, you can't look away. He ditched the Hawaiian shirt today, but he's wearing swim trunks and aviators. His skin is shining from the angle the sun hits him, and you nearly drool.

Too bad he's not yours. You sigh at the thought and look away. Your mind could be such a cruel place sometimes. Especially when thinking about Bradley.

"Okay, I'm ready. Are we going or what?" You heard Jake ask.

"Oh no, I'm not playing today, Seresin. I'll gladly sit back and enjoy the show, though."

His smile slightly faltered. "Sure, whatever you want. I'm not going to be the one getting my ass beat by Nix for missing out."

You laughed. "Don't look at my abs too long. Rooster will get jealous!"

And without further explaining, Hangman was running towards the squadron, leaving you with your mouth hung open in shock and cheeks bright red.

You sat down on a beach chair, somewhat focusing on their game. Sure, shirtless and sweaty Navy pilots were a magnificent sight, but Jake's words lingered.

Did he know you liked Rooster? Not a chance since the only person who knew was Nix. So why had he said that? Had Rooster said something to him? Or did he set this up—another cruel move, as if yesterday wasn't enough?

With your head between your tucked on your resting elbows, you let your racing thoughts run around and wreak havoc in your already exhausted brain—occasionally cheering. They consisted of Bradley and your job, the Navy in general, and your friends, Bradley. You hadn't noticed someone sitting next to you until they were speaking.

"Are you okay there, sweetheart?" God, you hated that fucking nickname. And he knew it.

You exhale and look to your left. Rooster's sitting on the chair five feet away from you, and you muster up the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Why do you care, Bradshaw?"

Your tone is harsh, but your heart warms that he cares to know what's bothering you.

"Well, the game's just not the same without your annoying screeches of joy when you score a point. Plus, Nix told me to check up on you." Oh, so he came because he had to.

"You can go. I don't need a babysitter."

"Why so rude, Swift? Someone hurt you?" The sentiment behind that sentence is hidden almost too perfectly. But you notice how his eyes soften, and his frown is deeper. You want to slap yourself for thinking that he cares.

"Maybe someone did. Will you please just leave me alone now?"

You've turned your head away from him now. Flashes of last night burn in front of your eyes, and you feel them brim with tears. Rooster can't see this. He can't see you crying.

"You know what? I came here to apologise. I know we're like-like sworn enemies, but I saw how...How pissed off you looked," yeah pissed off would be an understatement, "when I kissed Maria. I lead her on just to get on your nerves, but I shouldn't have pushed it that far—"

"Doesn't sound like a me problem, Rooster. I'm not Maria." You cut him off and get up, not wanting to hear him speak about this again. But of course, he does.

"I shouldn't have pulled that stunt, but you shouldn't have done that whole thing with Jake!" He's angry, you notice.

"What fucking stunt, Rooster? We're not a couple, for fuck's sake! As you said, we're enemies, and I can do whatever I want," you speak as you move your bears from your mini-fridge to another half-empty cooler.

You try so hard not to let your lips quiver. The words coming out of your mouth hurt because you wish they were true. You wish he'd see that there's no other man but him, that you don't want to be his rival anymore. Instead, here you are, fighting.

You place your phone in the back pocket of your shorts and grab the cooler, wanting nothing but to leave this conversation. Your destination was your car—so you could put the freezer in it. But Rooster had other plans.

"Didn't seem like it when you left the bar crying yesterday. All that because I kissed another girl. You hate me, my ass!"

You roll your eyes and continue walking, ignoring his loud footsteps behind you. This day was supposed to be relaxing, but he was annoying you with his walking, talking, and looking handsome. Handsome—what in the hell am I thinking?

"What cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" You pay him no mind, having reached your car now. This'll be over as soon as you get back to the beach.

"Leave me alone, Rooster," you mutter, your eyes never finding his.

"No, see. You always try to get on my nerves, but this shit? You and Seresin? That's going a step too far, honeybun. You know I dislike him more than I do you, yet you still flirted with him like some kind of slu—" What?

"No," your voice shakes as you finally meet his eyes. "Bradley, you're being mean. Stop it. You can't yell at me about Seresin when I've had to watch you flirt with a hundred other girls. I've liked you since the Academy—before you knew I existed. I won't have you hurt me with your words anymore, not when I've spent so much time trying to find a way for you to like me back."

There's silence. And for a second, your chest feels lighter than it has in weeks. The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you're glad—until you're not. Bradley's looking at you, frozen in his place, his eyes unblinking. Suddenly, you wished you hadn't spoken. The very much spoken line of hatred that connected you two is now severed, and you fear that you've lost him forever.

"You-You don't have to say you like me back or anything. But you needed to know this because the weight was getting too heavy, and I couldn't bear to hold it anymore." You inhale, blinking back tears and forcing sobs down your throat.

"The only reason I approached Jake in the first place was because of you and Maria. She made me so jealous—a kind of jealousy that was so soul-sucking and toxic. Her touching you made me so insecure about my own body because what does she have that I don't? Calling Hangman over me was a petty way of gaining your attention—something I've dreamed of for so long. So, my mind's response was to do something teenage-like to hurt your feelings—even though I knew you wouldn't care that much."

He stays there still, and you take a moment to look at him—really look at him. His eyes are looking at your face, but they're in a faraway place. Someone would say he's not listening, but you know he is. If Bradley wants to ignore someone, he walks away—he never zones out—so yeah, he's listening.

His skin glistens with sweat from the game, and his aviators are lower than they're supposed to be on the bridge of his nose. His hair is messy, and you can see the spots on his cheeks where the sun burned him most.

A few seconds pass, but he's still frozen, and you scoff. You scoff to hide the pain of the rejection you just took. You told him he didn't need to say anything back. So, he can stay as quiet as he wants. But you're leaving. You walk around him, speed-walking to the beach to get your stuff. You don't dare look back.

This is the second time you're leaving because of him. The squadron is busy cheering, so they don't notice how you slip out with a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

Rooster's not in front of the car when you arrive. Good, you didn't want to see him after that very embarrassing and emotional moment. He's going to be okay—he's a big boy. You, on the other hand, are on the verge of falling apart. Things changed as soon as you spilt your heart out to him.

You sigh and shut the car door, your fingers turning the key in the ignition. Training is going to be so weird on Monday. Thank fuck for Sunday because you need to gather your thoughts and emotions.

You make a mental note to do your laundry before heading to bed, so you won't have to do it when your friends return, and there's a chance of bumping onto Rooster.

You just need a break away from him to forget about the whole...beach disaster.

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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granite

poly kenny mccormick & kyle broflovski

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sequel to ‘hometown’

inspired by ‘granite’ by sleep token

cw | nsfw, choking, a little painplay, some airplay, mild degradation

you were having such a lovely dream. the fluttering of kenny's tongue against your nether region was so sweet within the confines of your mind, kyle's hands gripping your breasts from behind a guilty pleasure. you were so close, on the brink of a sweet release, their named falling from your lips like a sinful prayer.

you were so close, your hand knotting in kenny's blonde mullet as your nails formed crescents in kyle's milky thighs. you were so close, high moans and whines pried from your throat by kenny's tongue. you were so close, back arching into kyle's flushed chest.

you were so close, and now you were awake, alone in your bed. there was an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, soaking through your panties and dampening your sweatpants. you sighed, opened your legs, and slid your hand into your pants. your underwear was already ruined. there wouldn't be a point in salvaging them.

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no matter how hard you tried, kyle simply wasn't picking up the hint. he was the main person out of your throuple that you were worried about. you knew kenny would be more than happy to fill your needs should you ask, but you wanted kyle to be included of his own accord and not via peer pressure by your shared boyfriend.

kenny had told you story after story of kyle's passion in the bedroom, and you were dying to experience it yourself. kyle, according to kenny, was a selfish and rough partner. he took what he wanted, pleased himself, and worried about his partner once he'd gotten his fill. you were desperate to feel it for yourself, but no matter how many hints you dropped, or how many times you'd tried to initiate, it was like he wasn't interested.

if you were being completely honest, you were growing frustrated. you wanted nothing more than for kyle to use you the way kenny had said he would, and it was like nothing was happening.

you were brooding over this as you laid in bed with your boyfriends, one leg tossed over kyle's and the other thrown over kenny's. your legs were spread, clad in a pair of loose night shorts that could easily be pushed to the side, and no matter how handsy you'd gotten, kyle simply wasn't taking the hint. currently, your fingers ran feather-light across his bare chest directly beside your head. he'd shivered multiple times, and yet, his hand hadn't strayed from gently stroking your forearm and bicep.

"do i smell like fish, or something?" you blurted, turning your head to kyle. he jolted eyes wide on your face. kenny snorted from your other side, but a quick smack to his chest shut him up.

"what?" kyle sputtered, glancing between you and kenny.

"am i ugly? do i smell bad? do you hate that i sleep with my hair plopped?" you continued, eyes narrowed and lips pouted. kyle grew more confused with every question, looking to his other partner for help.

"y/n wants to know why we haven't fucked her yet," the blonde drawled, smirking lazily. the puzzle pieces seemed to click into place, kyle's face visibly lighting up in recognition, then falling in shame.

"sweetheart, you aren't ugly and you don't stink. i haven't tried anything because i didn't want to force anything on you. i've been waiting for you to make a move," he admitted with a sheepish grin. you rolled your eyes and looped an arm around the back of his neck, burying a hand in his hair and tugging gently.

"does this ring a bell?" you asked, then trailed a hand down to trace the waistband of his sweatpants. "or this?" then you pulled his earlobe between your teeth, tugging it as you pulled away. "how about that? you are the densest motherfucker i know, and that's saying something, because it took stan three years to realize it's not normal for butters to send him flowers 'as a bro.'"

kyle’s face was beet red, best described as embarrassed. kenny snickered from beside you, and this time, you let him. kyle deserved to be laughed at for his stupidity.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, fingertips tracing the curve of your calve in his lap.

“i accept your apology. now that you know i’m desperate for your cock, how are you going to proceed?” you inquired with a suggestive waggle of your eyebrows. kenny hummed, his fingers running up the side of your thigh as he pressed a wet kiss to the side of your neck. you could feel your heartbeat between your legs, amplified by kyle’s hand gripping at your hip.

“that depends, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, teeth capturing the lobe and tugging. “is this your first time?”

“not in the slightest,” you breathed, eyes falling shut and fingers tugging at kyle’s hair. kenny kissed his way up the column of your throat, each gesture growing hotter and wetter than the last.

“how rough can we be?” the blonde whispered into your jaw, tongue dragging along the edge of it. you shivered in delight, an airy moan exiting your lips, legs withdrawing to squeeze together. you could hardly think around the ache in your core, every second without relief growing more unbearable.

“as rough as you can be,” you managed to whine. every touch of their lips and fingertips to your skin sent a shiver down your spine, your skin buzzing with anticipation. you nearly cried as the slightest bit of friction ran over your throbbing clit.

“legs open,” kyle ordered, voice harsh beside your ear. you nodded eagerly, dropping your legs to the side, eyes pleading as you gazed at your ginger boyfriend. his expression had changed completely, his eyes hard and demanding and his jaw squared. a smirk formed on his lips, one hand turning your head to face your other boyfriend as the other slid your shorts to the side and dipped into the wetness between your legs.

kenny was quick to take hold of your chin, pulling your lips into a messy, wet kiss as kyle’s fingertips trailed up and down your legs. you moaned against kenny’s mouth, gasping as the blonde’s hand gently encased your throat. he squeezed, a moan bubbling from your gut, his lips leaving yours. you chased his kiss, held back by his grip keeping your head in place.

“i’m gonna watch you fall apart,” he muttered. kyle chuckled from somewhere behind your head, his hair brushing your cheek as his teeth nipped at your collarbone and his middle two fingers circled your clit. you jolted, eyes rolling back, hands desperately clutching anything they could find. the stimulation was bordering painful, your climax approaching at an embarrassingly fast rate.

“i’m gonna cum,” you squeaked. kyle dragged his hand away, dampened fingertips tracing the vein on the inside of your thigh. tears formed in your eyes. the lack of action was more painful than the overstimulation, your core aching to be touched.

“please, please, please,” you begged, words a broken prayer falling from your swollen lips. you couldn’t seem to work any full sentences through your hazy mind, your focus entirely on the rough touches of your lovers.

“i can’t wait to fuck you senseless,” kyle groaned, his free hand palming over his dick. you could feel the motion against your thigh and it turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

“god, i wanna taste you,” kenny hummed, his blue eyes locked on yours as he took hold of kyle’s hand and dragged his tongue over your juices soaked into his fingers. his eyes rolled back as your taste hit his tongue, and you had to hold back the whine you nearly let out.

“be loud for us, sweetheart,” kyle murmured into your ear, prying his fingers from kenny’s mouth in favor of plunging them into your aching pussy. you let out the loudest moan yet, back arching off the bed, eyes rolling back. you could feel kyle’s erection twitch against your thigh, a grunt entering your ear canal as you nudged your bare skin against it.

“i don’t recommend you tease our kyle,” kenny mused, teeth grazing your jaw. “he’s quite the merciless dom.”

you learned this for yourself a few moments later when kyle’s palm came down on your thigh with a sharp smack. you squeaked, instinctively pulling away from him and further towards kenny, your back to your other boyfriend.

“exactly where i want you, princess,” kyle whispered in your ear, his hand groping your exposed ass. you shivered against kenny, his lips finding yours in a sensual kiss as kyle pried your head to the side and stained your neck with his lips. you were a moaning mess trapped between the two of them, your head pushed into a pillow as kyle attacked your neck and kenny groped your ass. you could hardly kiss kenny, your lips growing more slobbery with every second you struggled to kiss him through your incessant pleasured moan.

"i want you on your back," kyle hummed against the nape of your neck. "edge of the bed."

you were eager to comply, all bodies rearranging to accomodate the position change. you lay with your head on the edge of the bed, kyle standing over you, his face darkened and smirking. he slid his hands into your armpits, tugging you far enough for your head to hang off the bed.

his erect cock hung in your face, twitching in the open air, the tip flushed a dark pink. kyle wasn't small by any means, being a skinny and lanky man. he was very well endowed, long enough to worry you and girthy enough to make your jaw hurt thinking of how far you'd have to open it. he kept the base well trimmed, orange stubble growing against pasty skin, his rather hefty balls cleanly shaven. your mouth watered.

he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, your mouth opening automatically to grant him access. he smirked down at you, barely visible around his girthy dick stroking your tongue.

"kenny," kyle called, eyes shooting up to where you assumed your other lover was stationed. an alert hum was heard, before kyle gestured towards your hips. your breath hitched in your throat, heart racing and face burning. "you know what to do, right, pretty boy?"

you jumped at the feeling of cold fingers caressing your outer thighs, tracing the skin towards the heated center, pulling your legs apart. your shorts moved to the side, and a warm wetness touched your aching core. you felt the buzz of kenny's pleased moan against your pussy, his tongue slowly working its way from your perinium to your labia. a long, high pitched moan passed through your gaping lips, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

you could hardly stand to keep your legs open with kenny's tongue working its magic between them, kyle's cock sliding slowly into your mouth. you gagged as it touched the back of your throat, your body lurching into the air and your eyes filling with tears. he continued pushing it in, stalling as your nose touched the underside of his balls. you couldn't breathe, choking around the girthy length stretching your throat. kenny was still hard at work on your pussy, the combined oxygen deprivation and continuous stimulation of your clit bringing you closer to the edge with every moment that passed.

"you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," kyle cooed, fingertips stroking your cheekbone, face blurred by the tears in your eyes. he moved his hips slowly out, and back in, your tongue struggling to flatten itself against his dick. kyle thrusted a few more times into your mouth before pulling out, stepping away. you could finally breathe, though each breath was a gasp or whimper with kenny's unrelenting movement against your sensitive clit. the muscles in your legs spasmed as your orgasm approached, moans growing louder and louder until everything stopped.

a broken whimper choked its way out of your mouth, eyes pleading as you gazed up at kyle. his hand was held midair, palm parallel to the wall, a smirk on his face as he stared at your tear stained face. it took you a moment to come back into your body, your broken, pleading sobs and whines reaching your ears. your body was limp as kyle slid his arms under your armpits and sat you upright on the bed, his chest touching your back as he slid in behind you. kenny grinned at you from between your legs, lips and goatee slick and shimmering in the low light of the tv.

"you sounded so pretty for me, angel," the blonde cooed, fingers tracing your folds before his form withdrew completely. you were crying, too fucked out already to stop, begging for any form of release you could find.

"how about this?" kyle murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss there as he massaged your sides. "let's get you calmed down a little bit before we do anything else, okay?"

you were hesitant to nod, breaths shuddering as you dried the tears from your face. kenny tugged your shorts back into place, hand cupping the side of your face as he placed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"you did so wonderful, my love," he soothed, helping you to lay between the two of them. you were coming back down slowly, breath stabilizing and heart rate normalizing. you felt warm, trapped in the heat of the blankets over your body and your lovers holding you tight to them.

"thank you," you whispered in a croaky voice, throat sore from kyle's previous actions. the ginger hummed as he rubbed his chilled nose against your cheek, a frigid shiver running down your spine as a giggle swelled in your chest.

"you're welcome, love. i'm sorry for stopping like that," kenny hushed, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then to kyle's, and linked your fingers with theirs.

"it's okay, kenny. i was getting a little too overwhelmed. i appreciate you guys for stopping when you did," you admitted sheepishly. kyle smoothed his hand over the top of your head, fingers soft against your hip.

"i could tell, sweetheart," he chuckled, running his fingers along the curve of your waist. "i didn't want you to end up unconscious."

"we will always look after you, even in the most heated moments, love. how are you feeling?" kenny spoke. you mulled over it for second. you felt completely fine, aside from the throbbing ache of your pussy.

"i feel like i want to try something with you guys, if that's okay," you whispered, cheeks red as you focused anywhere except their faces. kyle hummed his acknowledgment, always a man of very little words, and kenny voiced his encouragement. you gulped down the lump in your throat, fingers wrapped tightly around the hem of the duvet.

"i want to try double penetration," you spoke softly, rolling your lips between your teeth. the air was still for a moment, the few seconds it lasted feeling like an eternity. kyle's fingertips stilled against your side, kenny's breath audibly catching in his throat. you were embarrassed, to say the least.

"we can try it," kyle finally spoke. you felt like could breathe freely again, your heart gushing audibly in your chest. you felt relief come over you. you had no need to be embarrased based on the reaction kyle gavev you. kenny hummed in affirmation in front of you, his lips ghosting over the column of your abused throat.

kenny's fingers were rough against your hips as he pulled you on top of him, his lips and tongue wetting your collarbone, his hands bruising against your thighs. you softly moaned into his hair, your face burrowed in the sweet scent of his mullet as he left mark after mark on your chest and collarbone. you relished in the friction of your hips subtly grinding against his, sweet moans and groans passing through your lips.

kyle works behind you, a quiet shuffling accompanying your pleasured mewls as he slowly tugs kenny's shorts of him. kenny huffed against your skin, impatient, his nose crinkled when you glanced at him. you could feel kyle's fingers wrap around your hipbones, tightening, his hands tugging you back on kenny's lap. your nose touched kenny's, eyes locking and heart rate increasing. he wastes no time taking your lips in a gentle, passionate kiss.

you grinded your hips down, searching for any form of relief you could find. your clothes were growing increasingly restricting, the neckline of your oversized shirt practically suffocating you. your skin burned, relief flooding you as you slowly pried it up your torso. your lips left kenny's, a disgruntled noise sounding from his throat as he chased your e lips. once your shirt joined kyle's sweatpants on the floor, you could see kenny's smirk, his blue eyes filled with lust as he gazed at your chest. eager fingers helped you out of your shorts, then tugged you as close as physically possible, hand grabbing a handful of your ass.

"that's better, love," he cooed, voice soft as his fingers trailed down your spine. a quiet shuffle alerted you of kyle's presence in the room yet again, his fingertips gentle against the skin of your thighs, feathering over the surface of your tingling skin.

"are you okay, sweetheart?" kyle hushed, his lips peppering kisses against the backside of your hips, nose brushing the base of your spine. you gulped around the lump in your throat, only able to nod your affirmation in the heat of the moment. kyle's hands grasped your hips again, lifting them enough for kenny to guide himself into your entrance.

you sunk down slowly, a high whine trapped in your throat, your lip held safely between your teeth. kyle's hands on your hips slowly guided you to bottom out on kenny's thick cock, lifting long enough to deliver a sharp smack to your ass. your fingers smooth kenny's messy hair from his forehead, your forehead touching to his for a moment, before you wrap your hand around his hair and lift your hips, they came back down, your chest flattening against kenny's. he grabbed you by the chin, bringing you in for a sloppy, slobbery kiss that ignited a fire in your core.

his hips buck against you, matching your thrusts, the friction of your hips dropping repeatedly on his inadequate pleasure. a squeeze to kenny's thigh by your other boyfriend is a reminder to wait, his other hand stilling your hips at the base of kenny's cock. you let out a whine, desperately grinding your hips down on kenny's for any form of friction you could find.

the click of a cap opening sounded in the air, kyle's slick fingertip circling your asshole moments after. your breath hitched, forehead resting against kenny's, the male beneath you pulling you into a gentle kiss. your body stilled as kyle slowly pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle, a high whine leaving your lips as every muscle in your body tensed. kyle massaged the globe of your ass with his other hand, peppering kisses across your shoulders.

"i need you to relax, little one. think you can do that for me?" he hummed. you nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, forcing your body to relax. his finger slipped in and out a little easier, your ass loosening around his digit. he slipped in another, pumping them in and out, stretching you around him. the uncomfortable edge turned to a sickly sweet pleasure, your hips grinding against his fingers and kenny’s cock for more friction, moans and whimpers falling repeatedly from your lips.

“please,” you whined, fingernails forming crescents in kenny’s shoulder, a groan leaving his lips with every tug of his hair. kyle’s fingers left you, your muscle fluttering to fill where his fingers had been scissoring you open, a desperate whimper sounding in your throat. you could feel the tip of his cock prodding at your asshole, barely sinking in, then pulling completely out.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” kyle hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you were eager to nod, pulling kenny into a heated, desperate kiss, his hands finding your ass and spreading it for your ginger boyfriend.

“you’re so pretty,” kenny whispered as kyle slowly pushed his cock into your ass. your back arched into kyle, chest pressed firmly to kenny’s, airy moans fanning against his lusted face. “such a pretty little slut for us, isn’t she ky?”

“the prettiest,” kyle grunted, hand fisting in your hair and tugging your head to the side. he kissed you sloppily, bottoming out inside your ass. you could feel kenny’s legs shifting under you, bending at the knees and planting his feet firmly into the mattress. kyle lifted you by the hips, the friction so sweet it forced a loud moan from your lips. your head fell against the pillow behind kenny’s, fingers tugging at his hair, body buzzing in eager anticipation.

kyle began moving first, his hips snapping sharply back into you, the pace so fast it left you gasping. kenny followed soon after, his movements alternating with kyle’s, his hips just as harsh as kyle’s. you were left a moaning mess, chest rubbing against kenny’s as your body rocked with each hard thrust into you. every sound emerging from you was swallowed by the pillow beneath your head, muffled and nearly silenced.

“let me hear you sweetheart,” kyle grunted, grabbing you by a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. tears rolled endlessly down your face, the pleasure becoming mind numbing with every passing second, your brain unable to form any true thoughts. you were entirely overtaken, spasming as kyle somehow fit a hand between your hips and kenny’s to rub harsh circles into your clit.

“please,” you practically screamed, your entire body tensing with your impending orgasm. you couldn’t think, merely chanting, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum,” like a broken prayer to the gods worshipping you. you felt the cord inside of you snap, your body shaking and tensing as your orgasm washed over you, mouth dropped open and eyes rolled back.

kenny and kyle were unrelenting, hands fondling every inch of your body, grunting and groaning, moaning their praises of you as they wrecked you. you prayed for them to finish, your body overstimulated and jolting, your eyes screwed shut and your head dropped back into the pillow.

“fuck, i’m so close,” kenny groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. you desperately clenched around the two of them, feeling kyle’s cock twitch inside of you as he pressed his chest into your back and pulled kenny into a hungry kiss. the sounds of their wet lips meshing was enough to send you over the edge again, your body shaking uncontrollably, moan after moan passed into kenny’s pillow.

“cum for me, prince,” kyle groaned into the kiss. that was all it took, kenny’s cock burying flush inside you, his seed releasing deep into your womb. kyle followed soon after, bottoming out as far as he could go, twitching as he came in your other hole. you relished in the feeling of being so full, oozing as both your boys pulled out of you.

“are you alright?” kenny asked you immediately, chest heaving and sweaty against your own. you gave a sluggish nod, barely lifting your head to smile weakly at one of your boyfriends. your other walked on his knees across the mattress to kneel beside you, his hand gentle against the side of your face.

“you did really well,” he murmured, peppering kisses all over your face. kenny embraced you tightly, one hand rubbing up and down your back as the other stroked the back of your head.

“i love both of you so much,” kenny whispered, a smile on his face. despite knowing kyle wouldn’t say it save for incredibly special moments, you knew he reciprocated.

“love you too,” you managed to mumble, kyle chuckling as he sunk into bed beside kenny. you pulled yourself off of kenny, arranging yourself between the two with shaking limbs. kyle took your front, his chest flush against yours as he tangled your legs together, and kenny curled around your back, his head rested against the side of yours. kyle pressed a kiss to his lips, then to yours, and grinned at the two of you.

“how was it?” the ginger murmured, thumb stroking against kenny’s cheekbone and lips pressed to your forehead.

“genuinely great. better than i pictured,” you responded with a light chuckle. kenny and kyle shared your sentiment, snuggling into your sore body. you could feel yourself fading out of consciousness, sleep hanging heavy over your head, your body limp against your lovers.

you fell asleep without another word, trapped in the arms of the loves of your life, and to the sound of keeping up with the kardashians playing in the background.

you’d just fucked your boyfriends for the first time watching keeping up with the kardashians. motherfucker.

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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I'm sorry..

Summary: It's your birthday and you ex boyfriend (Pablo Gavi) crashes the party desperate to get you back.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angst/ slight smut/ fluffy ending I promise <3

It was your eighteenth birthday and all of your friends came to celebrate at your house making a big pool party with music and the whole light show. They really tried hard to make everything perfect in order to show you that you are never alone.

You haven't been the best recently, especially with your latest break up with your boyfriend of three years. Things got intense, he started losing games and all that pent up frustration was causing your relationship to break...caused him to break it.

Flashback:

"I can't do this right now! We are losing very game and I keep having to deal with this relationship! I can't!" Pablo was yelling after a terrible loss at El Clásico and you just stood there taking it despite knowing you didn't deserve any of it.

"You're acting like.." he interrupted you while growling angrily

"Acting like what?" he challenged

"Maybe you just want me to be as unhappy as you are..." you sigh feeling his hand taking yours and hold it tightly.

"I would never wish that on you..I want you to be happy but I don't know how to make you happy. Recently, I can't do anything right!" Pablo said letting go while Pedri observed the whole thing knowing that his friend will be absolutely miserable without you.

"It's over, isn't it?" you say as tears fall down your cheeks and Pablo kept a cold exterior although his heart was shattering into millions of small pieces.

"It's over.." he said and you left walking past Pedri as he sat down where you were some moments ago seeing his friend drying his own tears.

"Pablo, why did you just do that?" Pedri asked

"Because I love her..and I can't make her happy" Pablo said through gritted teeth as his friend hugged him tightly letting him cry into his shoulder.

You were dating the new guy after five months of daily grief but even now you go to sleep thinking about Pablo's arms wrapping around you. You knew it's not fair to your boyfriend but you couldn't help it..nobody will ever be what Pablo was to you.

"You look breathtaking Y/n.." Luca said and you smiled kissing his lips feeling immediate guilt only seconds later..this was the first birthday without Pablo by your side..it felt wrong..everything felt wrong since he left.

"He's here..just wait and we will ask him to leave" Ana, your best friend, said and you felt your breathing stop as your eyes filled with tears. Luca wanted to go with her but you stopped them both saying that you needed to see him, be the one to ask him to leave.

You walked down the stairs while Pablo was being held by Pedri looking up with big red eyes taking in every detail from your tight red dress, to your curls cascading perfectly down your shoulders and perl necklace around your neck..you looked heavenly..he couldn't breathe.

"What are you doing here? I need you to leave Pablo.." you said after finally standing across from him seeing his eyes filled with tears which broke something in you but you had to keep a strong exterior..your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

"It's your birthday princesa...it's my princesa's birthday" his voice broke and you could tell that he was drunk holding onto the wall as your head became heavy at the sound of that nickname.

"I'm not yours anymore.." you said and that exact moment Luca walked down pulling you to his side making sure you are feeling alright since you were really pale.

"Get off her! Hijo de puta! Don't touch her! She is mine! She..she is mine!" Pablo was trying to rush towards Luca while you were crying and Pedri pulled him back trying to sober him up.

"We should leave hermano..let's not ruin her birthday..you want her to be happy, don't you? I know you do..come on..let's go..lo siento amiga" Pedri was pulling Pablo's helpless body but just as they arrived at the door he pulled back now absolutely enraged.

"Ask her! Ask her if she loves you!? Do you!? Do you love him? I know you don't! And you know you don't! You're still shaking when I get close ...when I touch you...you're still mine in here!" Pablo said touching your heart and Luca was looking down at you expecting you to say something..to say anything but you were silently crying before Pablo turned around and left with Pedri.

"Is he telling the truth? Y/n!" Luca was yelling at you now and instead of this being one of the happiest days, it quickly became a nightmare. You were so overwhelmed and hurt that you don't even remember the words leaving your mouth.

"Yes! I love him! I can't stop! I..I'm sorry.." you cried rushing upstairs to take off your dress and get underneath the cowers while your friend told everyone the party was over and they left the house.

"I cleaned everything up..I'm sorry baby" Ana said kissing your head before heading home herself leaving you alone to think on everything that happened.

Your birthday was almost over, it was ten minutes till midnight, and all you could think about was the way Pablo looked at you as you walked down the stairs..those eyes showing you more emotion than Luca's words ever could...Pablo loved you despite all the complications that cluttered your relationship...he loved you.

A knock on the door brought you back from your thoughts and you walked down seeing him standing in the hallway with the largest bouquet of red roses in his hands. Your heart was beating fast and you felt your tears fall down your cheeks again.

"What are you doing here again? I don't have the energy to rehash tonight's hysterics..you won..Luca left..and I'm alone..I think you should leave" you said coldly still feeling anger than he selfishly ruined your birthday.

"I'm not here to apologize for what happened tonight.." he said giving you the flowers and you still took them waiting to what he had to say.

"Then...what are you here to apologize for?" you say smelling the roses smiling weakly before looking back into his sparkling eyes.

"Everything else...I'm sorry for losing my temper the night after losing El Clásico..I'm sorry for not calling you for months...I'm sorry for treating you like property..I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you when I knew I did..most of all, I'm sorry that I gave up on us when you never did.." he said and by that time you were already crying surely looking like a crazy racon with smeared mascara.

You sighed in relied giving him a small smile while holding roses tightly like your life depended on it.

"Thank you..' you said in a quiet voice putting flowers on the table as he slowly walked towards you almost like he was checking if you would walk back..but when you didn't his hands found your hips and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"All I needed all these months is to be in your arms again...to feel safe" you whispered while you were till standing there hugging one another feeling Pablo's hands rub your back soothingly just like he knew you loved.

"Please come back to me princesa...I can't function without you..I don't want to learn how to live without you" he said and you moved back looking up at his tearful eyes before your gaze focused on his lips instead.

He leaned down crashing his lips on your and you kissed him back snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him closer as the clock hit midnight in just the right moment.

"My birthday is over.." you said as you pulled away from one another resting your foreheads together for the next few moments.

"I think I still need to give you my gift.." he said and you opened your eyes to look at him giggling a little when he swopped you from your feet and carried you upstairs bridal style back into your room giving you something you both craved since the night you separated...

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nolanfa-fanart · 4 months

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Funny batfam gen (non-romantic) recs

last rec list was not exactly happy fics, so to offset it, have funny ones:

Gen fic recs for @genuaryficrecs! Fandom: DC, batfam. Focus: Humour (most some also tear your heart out or engage in subtle character building, but you'll laugh while you cry) Humour is very widespread in fic (…in some fandoms at least), ranging from humour woven in the writing style itself, to situational absurd (crack), to making the reader laugh about absolutely horrifying shit (while still acknowledging how awful it is; which is something I feel I've only ever read in fic), to absolutely unhinged character reactions (to more I don't have in mind right now), so here, a small homage to that.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by @theskeptileptic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51476074) Chapters 6/6, 25.522 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Type of gen relationship: uh. Concerned Adult to Kid? Parental-ish? Or just neighbours, depending on who you ask.

Official summary: Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything. A six-chaptered tale filled with identity shenanigans, s’mores, soon-to-be-brothers, and a kid who is in desperate need of a new family.

Why I love it: This is. Hilarious. The perfect mix of very competent Tim and him still very much being an 11-years-old. Himbo Bruce Wayne who just so happens to totally accidentally run into Tim several times to innocently inquire about his parents' whereabouts. The horrifying fact of what Tim is actually doing and how he thinks, in his very logical way (and the horrifying fact that his parents agree with him).

Excerpts: from: [email protected] to: [email protected] Mr. Wayne, Timothy told me you stopped by earlier today. I am sorry I didn’t get to talk with you. My thyroid was acting up and I was sleeping. Timothy is a good kid. I can make sure he’s safe skateboarding so there is no need to worry. Have a good day! Sincerely, The Nanny

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] The Nanny, Thank you for your email last week. Timothy is most definitely a good kid. One of the best. I saw him at the Army Supply Store this afternoon and he mentioned you would be taking him to Cheesequake State Park to meet a friend this weekend? My boys and I are heading that way, so why don’t we save you a trip. We’ll make sure Timothy is taken care of. If you need anything at all, for any reason, please call me at this number: 9088780078. This is my cell phone and I answer it at all hours, no matter what. Nothing is too small or too much of a bother to pick up for. Anything that you need, Timothy’s Nanny, please call. Sincerely, Bruce Wayne - “Anyway, I was on my way to the course, and I realized your father and I haven’t gotten a chance to really ‘hang’, as you kids say, and I had a late tee time, so I thought I’d invite him along.” Mr. Wayne’s teeth were bright and Tim wondered if he used some sort of diamond paste on them. He looked around Tim’s shoulder, as if he wanted to see inside the mansion better. Tim hadn’t turned on any of the lights on account of his shitty night, so the early fall haze that Bristol was so well known for didn’t do much for his visibility. “I’m sorry, sir, you just missed him.” A pause. “Well, that’s ok, son. Why don’t you get your mom and I’ll give her a message? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” He looked at Tim vapidly, smile still firmly in place. “I’m afraid she’s not here right now either. Shopping.” Tim gritted his teeth and went to close the door. Mr. Wayne’s huge ham hands (why were they so large?) stopped it before it slammed. He chuckled and Tim winced. “Your nanny, then.” Tim wasn’t sure, but thought the question sounded more strained than Mr. Wayne’s usual flavor of airheadedness. “She’s sleeping.” “At eleven in the morning?” “She has a thyroid problem. I’ll let them all know you stopped by.” Tim pushed the door closed but Mr. Wayne had somehow entered his foyer while he was speaking. “I’ll write them a note. They can call me when they get back.” He inched closer towards Tim, who sidestepped him before he could ruffle his hair.

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map, by @ebjameston (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048365) Chapters: 9/9, 51.863 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Type of gen relationship: siblings and friends

Official summary: CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us Red Hood: He's fine where he is CPS: He's a minor Hood: Timbo, you a minor? Tim: Can't prove it CPS: I mean, I can. There are records – Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records +++ A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office. It's a weird day for Theo.

Why I love it: This is probably the first (non-crossover) DC fic I read, and to date still one of my favorites. It's. Listen. It's from the point of view of a Child Protective Services agent. Who, given his whole deal is to Protect Children, has Opinions about the Robins. And interacts - unknowingly - with them when they're grown (identity porn! Banter!). And he likes them! And they like him! But they have… differing opinions. And I absolutely love it. So. Many. Feels. And humour. It's 80% jokes and 70% feels and 50% social commentary about the canon and 20% plot and 40% fluff and 30% angst and some parts are all of that at once.

Excerpt: “Nightwing, wait, serious question,” Theo says. “About when you were baby Robin.” Max’s fingers tense up a bit on Theo’s elbow, and some of the earlier tension creeps back into Nightwing’s frame. “Yes?” “Did the Batmobile have a car seat?” “Did the what have a what ,” Nightwing says. “I’ve seen your stats from when you were just getting started,” Theo says. “You weren’t anywhere close to 4-foot-9. You would’ve needed a booster seat for at least the first two years you were Robin, so.” “So, did the Batmobile have a carseat,” Nightwing repeats faintly. Theo gets out his phone to take notes. “Yes. That is what I am asking.” “Buddy,” Hood says. “Most of the Batmobiles don’t even have seatbelts.” “How would you even know that?” Bernard asks.

IRIS Log #1548, by @deadchannelradio (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647209) Chapters: 1/1, 8531 Words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: whole batfam

Type of gen relationship: familial

Official summary: A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle: The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate. - (01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Why I love it: The format (transcription of comms) is fun. Also it's. Just. Really funny? The… energy of it? I mean just read the excerpts honestly.

Excerpt: (01:34) Nightwing: Don’t get mad, Red. He’s got a concussion. (01:34) Red Hood: (Agreeably) I am all bonked up. (Laughter: Nightwing) Hey. Cass. Cassie. Is my leg fucked. The right one. (01:34) Blackbat: It. (Pause, 3 seconds) (Reading) I am not your medical provider and can’t diagnose injuries or illness. Please ask your doctor when you are under their care. (01:34) Red Hood: Oh. Um, okay. Can you tell me as buddies? Not as my doctor. (Laughter: Spoiler, Red Robin) Just as buddies. (01:35) Blackbat: …Super busted. Bad. As buddies. (01:35) Batman: Blackbat. We are not medical- (01:35) Red Hood: She said as buddies. It’s fine. (01:35) Spoiler: (Laughing) The as buddies legal loophole.

Bang, bang, by Ididloveyou_once (@ididloveyou) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30246978) Chapters: 1/1, 5.563 words T, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (an accidental gunshot wound played for laughs)

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd

Type of gen relationship: very much Siblings

Official summary: ‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’ Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then- ‘Don’t tell Bruce.’Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Why I love it: Hmmm okay so maybe I really like a good Jason & Tim relationship. But objectively. This is great. Peak siblings relationships. The threat of Getting In Trouble forcing an emergency alliance between two mutually annoyed siblings who scramble to hide something? Peak comedy.

Excerpt: ‘Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that either,’ he pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘I just mean. Don’t worry about me being in pain. I’m fine. And don’t worry about looking like an asshole. You shot me, you already look like an asshole. But that’s fine because now we’re even.’ Jason sighed at the kid’s sour expression. So his words of reassurance needed some work, sue him.

Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20935463) Chapters: 12/12, 162,894 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, whole batfam, Young Justice team

Type of gen relationship: familial and friends

Official summary: When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.

Why I love it: Oooooh not just batfam this time. Tim is way too competent, and the Young Justice have his back (and a lot of resentment towards the batfam). Hyperactive Young Justice energy, Very Good Characterization, miscommunication (as in Bruce -the whole batfam really- is trying but they're super bad at clearly expressing feelings). And the tone of it? The writing? Hilarious and rips your heart out. This is super interesting interconnected character dynamics (with the batfam and Tim's team that's so many more different relationships than usual) and a deep look at canon events, all of it wrapped in hilarious dialogue. One of my fave Tim-centric fics, and I've read some very good ones.

Excerpt: [Impulse on a long distance call with the batfam - minus Tim] Jay makes a disbelieving sound. “You’re telling me that Red Robin—Mr. Responsibility himself—helped you hide and maintain a secret spaceship for years? Seriously?” “Uh, yeah? Duh?” “No offense,” Duke says, “but that doesn’t really sound like the guy we know.” Bruce sighs. Stephanie huffs out a laugh. Impulse just looks unimpressed. “Are we talking about the same person? Robin numero tres, currently Red? The same guy who once hid an extra Batmobile in the batarang budget and shipped it to California in secret? The same guy who founded Young Justice, an unauthorized vigilante group of teens that started out with no adult supervision? And lied to the Justice League and the government to keep Secret safe?” “Secret?” Duke says at the same time Jay sputters out, “He stole a whole Batmobile?” “More like embezzled,” Impulse says. “But yeah, dude, it’s Rob. I know he gives off the straight-and-narrow vibe, like, 90% of the time he’s interacting with the public or authority figures, but that’s mostly because it’s way, waaaay easier to get away with stuff if you don't ‘openly project an air of defiance.’” “Oh my god,” Stephanie says. “He’s given you that speech too?” “He’s given us multiple versions of that speech,” Impulse says. Stephanie’s turned away from the screen now and is explaining to Duke, “Red Robin is kind of the definition of ‘I do what I want,’ but most of the time what he wants to do is at least nominally reasonable or responsible, so no one cares.” “And when somebody does care,” Impulse says, “you just gotta be sneaky and smart. Comply until their backs are turned, you know? I mean, even with the Titans we—what?” he pauses, spinning his chair, clearly distracted by something off-screen. “No, I’m just talking to the Bats. I think there’s a whole flock of them.” Conner Kent wanders into view, towelling off his hair and wearing what looks like some kind of maintenance jumper. “‘Sup,” he says to the camera, leaning in. “Superman’s not there, is he?” “Nope,” Impulse says. “Thank god. Where’s Rob?” “Batnap.” Conner puts his hands on his hips. “Dude. Weren’t you supposed to wake him up?” Impulse spins in his chair again. “Wonder Girl said not to.” “What, and he agreed?” “No. He might have been unconscious at the time. Which, technically, means Wonder Girl is in charge.” Conner groans. “He’s gonna kill you.” Turning to the camera, he adds, “Look, sorry about this, I’ll go get him.” “Heynowaitaminute,” Impulse says. “Listen. I’m the captain, you gotta at least hear me out!” Conner rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move. “Everything is still going according to plan, okay? Rob did in fact say that we should one hundred percent wake him up as soon as we could get a call through. True. But Wonder Girl said to let him sleep. And he definitely needs it.” “Yeah, but, again, he’s gonna be pissed if—” “Listen. I have thought this through.” When Conner just looks skeptical, he adds, “I have! I worked it out logically. See, if we wake up Rob, Wondy’s gonna be pissed off. At us. Right now. If we don’t wake him up, he’s gonna be pissed off later and he’s gonna be mad at her, not us. Therefore, we should do what Wonder Girl says.”

Beef Consommé, by @vamillepudding (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42348438) Chapters: 2/2; 14.230 words T, Chose Not To Use Warnings

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Type of gen relationship: siblings

Official summary: Parenting is Bruce's thing, and Jason isn't planning on messing with that. But when Bruce fails to spot the countless red flags about Tim's home life, it falls to Jason to step up. Of course it does. Because he's literally the only one in his family who knows how to be responsible, and if Dick disagrees, he can suck it.

Why I love it: I have a weakness for the "Dick and Jason team up and adopt Tim" trope. Also, I love Jason's voice in it. (and this fic is very funny but I feel like I'm repeating myself)

Excerpts: “Pizza?” Tim repeats, sounding hopeful. Jason is on the verge of telling him to go screw himself, but then he starts wondering how long Tim has been in his apartment and whether he ate dinner before he came here. Probably not. Did he eat lunch? Should Jason ask? What would Dick do? “Fine,” he says eventually. “But I’m picking the toppings, and you can’t have dessert.” There’s a beat. “I didn’t want dessert,” Tim says, voice taking on a bewildered edge. “What are you talking about?” - It’s Wednesday evening and Jason is getting pizza. Dick’s waiting back in Jason’s apartment, because growing up with Bruce has him used to getting waited on hand and foot, and apparently he thinks Jason is his own personal servant or something. It’s oppression, is what it is. “It’s not oppression,” Dick yells after him just before Jason closes the door, “it’s called losing a coin toss, asshole!”

Birds on Jaybird Street, by @cynassa (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39115587) Chapters: 4/4, 14.717 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Type of gen relationship: Siblings

Official summary: Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.” Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves. “Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.” Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.

Why I love it: In which Dick and Jason decide to adopt Tim and Damian (Jason's kind of an asshole, but a caring one). Kind of the same reason as the previous one: love that trope, love the tone, very funny.

Excerpt: Jason lies, "Sure, I'll take it up with Bruce " "Sure you will, " Tim scoffs. Jason changes his mind, and decides he will take it up with Bruce. "I don't have the time to keep being your nanny," he announces and then says, disapprovingly, "you skateboard, why don't you have knee and elbow pads?" "I'm Robin," Tim snaps, like he didn't put pants on the costume like a little wuss.

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lovelywritinglady · 4 months

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Muzan and Leanan sidhe! reader? Reader is a art eating fairy (what leanan sidhe means) and likes masterful art the best. However, they sense the infinity castle from where they are roaming and smell the 'food' (the paint) there. So, to get there, i imagine there would be magic involved. just phase through the ground and enter there that way. I'd think Reader would be astonished from how lovely the place looks, no? The infinity castle is pretty! After they find the art they'd marvel before beginning to savor each bite; unaware they were being watched... this enough detail?

This is Great! I’ll do my best to execute your vision!!

Art Eater

Muzan x fairy!reader

Reader specifically is a fairy that eats art and is attracted to art/paint. Readers gender is not specified.

Fluff, mentions of eating paint(please don’t do that!), Muzan is wayy out of character.

Nighttime was the highlight of your long days looking for your fix: delicious paintings. You have been starving looking for food. You can eat other things but everything you tried to eat tasted like hot ash in your mouth, so you didn't bother with it. Tonight you were fluttering around when the smell you've been longing for filled your nose with sweet delight. So, naturally, you followed it desperately.

Soon enough you found the source of the scent, however, you were met with severe confusion. "Where the hell is it." You questioned to yourself and you began flying around frantically looking for the paintings. With no luck, you decided to sit down on the grass below you. However, instead of sitting you sank and you sank. With a yelp, you fell far into the earth and landed on your ass. Your eyes were met with a wonderous sight and you thanked your magical abilities for allowing you to be able to tread in spaces that normal beings can't.

You sat up, opened your wings, and began fluttering around the large space. The scent you had been searching for filling the entire space you were now in. In fact there was no searching needed as you found a filled with the most beautiful painting imaginable. You almost felt bad for salivating as much as you did. You decided that you would just nibble at the edged as to not ruin the paintings. And so, you began eating the once closest to you. The first bite was so good that you moaned slightly at the very taste. The second bite was no different as you chewed much faster than before, almost ravenous for it. Whoever painted these used high quality paint and you were so thankful for it. In fact, you could swear that these paintings were the best you've ever had and you made a mental not to make sure that you stuck around in this magical place. You lost track of time with the amount you were eating as your previous thoughts about only eating the corners were ignored. As you had already eaten an entire painting, yet still hungry for more. As you moved onto another one and took your first bite, you felt chills run down your back. You looked to your left to see beautiful ruby red eyes staring back at you. It was a man with a curious look on his face, despite the curious look he seemed dangerous and you mentally cursed yourself for being so hungry.

"Who are you and why are you devouring my art." the man demanded as his eyes never left yours. You took your mouth off of the painting looking at it and seeing deep teeth marks. You then gulped nervously smiling at him trying to look innocent.

"Well...um..." You chuckled

"Spit it out!" he spat

"Jeeze, my name is y/n and...uh...your art is tasty...?" you said with a toothy grin while squinting your eyes.

"You're a fairy, aren't you?" He questioned

"Yep!" You beamed. "So what's your name?" You asked him trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" he replied as he scanned over the paintings. "Which one is your favorite?" He asked suddenly after some time.

"Oh um... I think that one. The one with the weeping woman. Something about her makes me feel something strange and I can't really figure out what it is." You told him staring at the painting with a soft smile.

"Yes, that one is my favorite as well." Muzan stated giving a similar look at the painting. You then realized something that you probably should have thought about before.

"So how long have you know I was here?" You questioned Muzan kinda regretting that you asked him that. "Welp, I'm dead." you thought to yourself closing your eyes awaiting the impact of whatever he might do. And yet, nothing came. It was silent for a minute until you heard the cutest soft laughter you've ever heard from any being ever. You opened your eyes to find the laughter come from him. And honestly you were shook that a man as scary as him could ever laugh like that.

"You're so amusing little fairy." He spoke as his smile went away and his previous behavior returned.

"Uh, thanks." You spoke awkwardly looking anywhere but him with the faintest blush on your face. "So can I get back to what I was doing before?" You asked being bold.

"Sure, just do not eat all of them as I do spend a decent amount of time on each one." He spoke casually like it was no bug deal that he makes such magnificent art. This left you surprised and you smiled wildly at him.

"Thank you so much!" You beamed. And might I say you're a brilliant artist!" you complimented trying to gain his favor

"See you around my little art eater." Muzan told you walking away without looking at you. "And thank you." he spoke one last time before disappearing somewhere in the vast castle.

And so you did the most logical thing to in that moment and returned to the painting you were previously munching on. You were glad that you fell through that hole and into the home of Muzan Kibutsuji and who knows what else is in here. You smiled to yourself and took a massive bite out of the beautiful and tasty painting.

Thank you so much for reading!💜 Thank you @cursetopia for requesting! I hope you like it!

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spahhzy · 2 months

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Jaune was guiding Team RWBY and C.C. through the forest back to Jaune's camp.

Jaune: Just a little while more guys and we can rest up and plan our next move.

Weiss, Blake, and Yang just nodded while Ruby just looked her head off to the side.

Jaune looked at his friend, unsure of how to bring up that topic and with his other friend trying to outright kill her. Jaune needed to think of something and quick before Neo does something too far.

Every little thing frustrated him and it was all that bitch Cinders fault!

With the feelings of anger rising, Jaune clutched his head feeling his head pound as he closed his eyes, he stopped in his tracks trying to dull the pain.

Jaune slowly opened his eyes and to his shock he was back at the Atlas Vault where the relic of creation was...

Ruby: Come on Jaune!

Jaune quickly turned around to see Team RWBY behind him with a smiling Penny waving at him.

They all walked by him and into the vault.

Jaune made a step forward...

Cinder: Oh, what fun you had.

Jaune stopped mid step as he felt Cinder lean into his ear.

Cinder: Tell me though...was it worth it?

Jaune spun around but as he did...he was no longer in the vault rather he was in a destroyed city.

Buildings in ruin, fires everywhere and the screaming...God's the screaming.

Jaune walked forward looking at all the destruction and suffering.

Cinder: All those lives cut short...at your hand.

???:Mama! Mama! Wake up please!

Jaune turned to the sound of a crying child, desperately shaking their lifeless mother but to no avail.

Jaune ran over and was about to reach out to help.

Cinder: Is what your feeling even real?

This caused Jaune to stop.

Cinder: It's time you stopped pretending, Jaune.

Suddenly, the scene changed again and this time he was back on the bridge, just in time to see Neo, attempt to kill Ruby.

Jaune: Neo No!

Jaune tried to intervene but she phased right through him as Yang took the attack which sent her over the edge.

Jaune shook his head fighting the headache until he was suddenly infront of the now dead Penny.

Jaune could only looked in horror as his blade held a crimson hue at the tip.

Jaune: P-penny...?

Cinder: Your friend died by your hand, and the tears you shed we're all empty...why is that?

Suddenly a gust of wind pushed Jaune to look behind him, and their staring back at him with a smirk was his tormentor, Cinder.

Jaune: Cinder...

Cinder: Sorrow.

Cinder: Anger.

Cinder: Regret.

Cinder: These words...all mean nothing to you.

Cinder outstretched both her arms to Jaune, as if inviting him In to hug her.

Cinder: For you, Jaune, are but a puppet: My puppet.

Jaune grit his teeth as he pointed Crocea Mors at Cinder.

Jaune: I'll kill you!

Cinder just smirked, arms still outstretched, as Jaune just snarled before charging at Cinder, his blade pierces her chest and through her back, but all she does is wrap her arms around Jaune, locking him in her embrace.

Cinder: Good Jaune, very good, fill that rusted-hollow heart with rage...

Jaune just grabbed his blade and twisted it to the right, cleaving Cinder in half, but she just vanished as her laughter echoed in his ears.

Cinder: Let it engulf you-consume you...

Jaune panted as he fell to one knee, his sword keeping him upright as soon he was back in the forest, still the Rusted Knight.

Cinder: That you may burn your world to the ground-as I did.

Jaune looked behind him to see, Team RWBY and C.C stunned as a Jabberwocker laid dying.

Jaune stood back up, catching his breath, as no one tried to make a move, not even sure what the hell was going on, eventually though Weiss broke the ice.

Weiss: Are you okay Jaune?

Jaune: ...Yes, yes I'm...I'm fine...I-I, let's just keep going....

Everyone looked at each other but nodded and continued except for C.C who looked at the Rusted Knight with a smile as he jumped onto Jaune shoulders, and usually Jaune would have swatted him down almost instantly but Jaune looked to be far away in his own world.

This was a curious and wonderful little development...

They had finally seen the knight's will begin to crack!

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #cinder fall

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collectorofsoulss · 5 months

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Exile! Mammon xF!Reader Pt 4

Rain. Blood collected with the rainwater, mixing as it trailed into the sewer. MJ’s eyes casually followed it until they landed on your staggered form against the wall for support while Papa held your sides as you retched. It was not too long ago he arrived; him being the demon he was, it easy to trace your scent. Mammon sought after you in an attempt to win you back. He was not one to wait or let things ‘cool off’ he could not bear the fact you were upset with him.

Mammon had instructed MJ and Maximus to go inside the car and wait. Head laid against the window, MJ exhaled, his breath fogging the window before clearing, there he noticed his reflection, studying the reality of his image until he spotted Maximus staring with curiosity.

“Am I going to get horns too?” he touched the top of his hair, feeling for signs.

MJ said nothing, ignoring him he stared at his bloodstained hands. The image of your expression flickered in his mind, he felt…ashamed although you said nothing. The ambiguity of your face made him scared. Did you not love him anymore? He soon felt a tug on his wing, Maximus pulling at the appendage.

"Can you fly?"

“Stop it,” he mumbled, casually nudging him with it. “Leave me alone.”

“Why you get to have them and I don’t?” Maxi whined.

“Mama said it’s a curse, I’m not supposed to have these,” he whispered.

The sudden loudness of your voice drew their attention away from each other and to their parents. Climbing into the passenger seat, Maximus gazed out the window for a better view. It was a slight distance, and the rainfall muffled your voice, however, MJ's ears were sharp. He heard everything.

The clothes were glued to your skin, teeth chattering from the coldness of the rain. The breath your body chased was never caught, between the puking and the adrenaline, it left you breathless. Heavily your chest rose and fell in attempts to grasp reality.

“Babe,” Mammon reasoned. “It’s rainin’ let get outta ‘ere and talk at home.”

“No,” you kept your distance, “You didn’t see what I saw! I need you to reverse it right now, whoever the hell you pissed off caused our son to do that!” you pointed to the dismembered bodies sprawled across the alleyway.

Mammon set a hand on the nape of his neck as he faced away from your intense gaze, he began to pace. He shifted his weight, one foot to the other as he built up the courage.

“I’ll…I’ll explain everythin’ to ya,” he breathed. “Just not here.”

The rain coated your face, dripping from your brows and quivering lips. At this point you could hardly feel your toes, regardless you remained unmoving.

“It’s hurting my baby,” you gritted. “I don’t want it to get worse.”

“No one ain’t do nothin’ to ‘em,” he confessed. “It ain’t a curse.”

Mammon slowly found the courage to face you. In the depths of your eyes twirled with disbelief, confusion and the searing pain of betrayal. Unconsciously, your body curled inward. The words tripped on your tongue, barely escaping as a whisper, “T-then what?”

Mammon’s heart clenched at your vulnerability, he never intended to keep this secret for so long. He was going to tell you! Not on the first date – or third! Not on the day he proposed or the night of his wedding! Everything was going well, telling you would have ruined everything he’s worked hard for.

He was truly afraid. Afraid you’d see him just like his brothers, that you too will gaze at him with eyes of disappointment and scorn. Mammon desperately ran from his greed, the past and who he was destined to be. He thought it eventually would fade with time. The single thought of you hating him, distrusting him – he simply couldn’t handle it. It’ll break him, like how your look alone is breaking him right now.

“I’m a…” he struggled to get it passed his throat, “…a –”

The woman’s words decided to echo in your mind. “…a demon,” you finished for him.

He looked into your tear-filled eyes. “All these years…” you murmured, “a-all these years,” you repeated. The outside closed in around you, the space was suffocating from the weight of his confession. Every piece of furniture, the photos, they all mocked you for the life you had built with this man, this demon. Everything you’ve once known about him was lies!

“Were you even an orphan?”

“…no.”

Spinning around, you could not bear to look at his face! “You knew…all this time?”

He did not have to speak for you to know his answer. Immediately you began to walk towards your car where your children were waiting.

“Baby please!” he clutched your arm, delaying your departure. “I was just scared,” he stammered, his eyes plea for understanding. He hoped you’d be able to see beyond the label and had grown to love the layers of his character. “Afraid if you knew, you’d see me as a –”

“What! A monster?” you interrupted, finishing with bitterness. Wrenching your arm from his touch, “Are you!”

The tears eventually cascaded down your cheeks. The weight of your accusation filled him with disgust. Mammon knew his previous actions could mark him as that but every day he found against his instincts, suppressing the desire. Temptation was everywhere, wealth, power and the humans displayed it well; it was partially oozing from their pores. There were moments of weakness but each time he chose you and his children over his selfishness. Mammon was fighting his demons but he couldn’t fight them if the demon was him.

Mammon tried to touch you again, “Babe, c’mon you’d know I’d never –” you raised your hands in defense, flinching. Not once you look at him like that before – ever. It scared him. Mammon stared at his palms, eyes shaking with terror. “I’d never h-hurt you,” his voice was a whisper, however, his words were swallowed by an abyss of mistrust. The way you stood there, staring with foreign eyes. Internally Mammon crumbled to pieces.

“No,” you breathed, “I don’t know. Do you expect me to believe anything from you?” Little by little you stepped backward, “I never asked for any of this! You never gave me a choice!” you shouted. “And that’s the most selfish thing a demon could ever do!” Mammon was speechless; he watched you slip from his grasp and out of his life.

Maximus saw your figure appearing closer, and quickly he went into the back, throwing himself in his car seat. The second the door opened, you made sure he was fastened. He saw how your hands trembled, you barely buckled him on the first try. Soon after, MJ saw you were going to do the same for him but noticed your hesitation once you saw the blood coating his figure. Regardless, you fastened him anyway. MJ saw Papa was still outside, standing in the same spot you left him in once you got into the car. He said nothing. Maximus strained his head to see where Papa was, eventually speaking,

“Is Papa com –”

Adjusting your rearview mirror, you interrupted. “Not now, mama needs quiet time.”

Mammon's spirit sank into the lowest pits of hell, returning to where he rightfully belonged. There he was in the dimly lit confines of his bedroom. Across his couch, he laid, pillow hugged against his chest, gazed fixed at the picture of his family within his worn wallet. The weight of your absence - was this what it meant to feel soulless? Desperately he desired to see you, to hold you once again, to kiss his children but he could not bring himself to face another rejection. Did he deserve you? Did he deserve them? He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping. His brothers were right. He was scum.

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miss-celestia13 · 9 months

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Begin Again

Jake x MC Fluffy One Shot

Words: 2.8k

It’s Jake’s first day at his new job. His nerves are getting the best of him, but MC knows just what to say and do to get him out of his head. A new beginning, the promise of peace and safety.

The ending of my story made me want to return to these two. While I prepare for my sequel, it was fun and peaceful to write something fluffy again! It’s more tooth rotting fluff and romance! I hope you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Jake

His inner critic was very loud that morning. It was desperately trying to save him from making mistakes, but all it gave him was anxiety, doubt, and misplaced shame. The man looking back at him in the mirror was not the one he was accustomed to. Gaunt, grey and terrified was how he used to look. A specter in human skin who lived in the shadows. Now, a glaze to his eyes spoke of a kinder life and peace, but the harsh line of his tensed jaw and the frown between his brows gave away his fear. He could hear her padding around the kitchen as he finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth, ensuring his hair wasn’t too unkempt before he left the sanctuary of the bathroom to gather his things. Today was no ordinary day. He was starting his new job, the first in five years and one he was semi-confident he would excel at, but his social battery worried him. Would it hold enough charge for an eight-hour workday? He wasn’t entirely sure.

She insisted he spend the night so she could see him off on his first day, and she woke him with his preferred black coffee and two slices of buttered toast. His stomach was a nest of snakes, and she seemed to know he couldn’t stomach anything else. It had settled him somewhat, and her tender, loving touches and smiles helped more. Still, there was a definite tremble in his hands as he packed the forms he had filled in with his shiny new bank details and hunted for his favorite pen, which he found tucked behind her ear as she entered the bedroom to see how he was getting on. She gave it to him with a sheepish smile, and he chuckled at the pink flush on her cheeks.

“You look like a professional.” She teased, eyeing his freshly pressed shirt and black trousers.

“I don’t think they’d appreciate me turning up in a hoodie and jeans,” He said.

“Hmm, they don’t know what they’re missing.” She laughed but quickly stopped as she sensed the tension in him.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to be sick.”

Jake swallowed hard, head shaking as he drew in a tight breath, “I’m... terrified. What if I fuck it up? What if they find out what I did? What if-”

“Jake. Breathe,” Her hands were on his shoulders as she looked him in the eye, “Let’s try something different. What if none of that happens, and you love it? What if this is what you need to finally feel safe? You won’t know for sure until you’re there. Don’t ruin it before you get started.”

He knew she was right, but there was an iron band around his chest and a dead weight in his feet that kept him rooted to the floor. He didn’t want to let her down. Wanted to build a life with her, and to do it, he needed a job, and he was very aware of all the ways it could go wrong. Taking a steadying breath, he shook out his tingling hands and nodded, hoping he looked braver than he felt.

“I just hate being scared of everything. It makes me feel useless, weak,” He admitted in a whisper, watching as her brows furrowed. That spark ignited in her eyes, the one that always appeared when he was being too hard on himself.

“I’d be more concerned if you weren’t anxious or nervous. It’s normal to be afraid of something new, especially after what you went through. But Jake, the only time you can ever be brave is when you’re afraid. It doesn’t make you useless. It makes you strong and courageous because you’ll do it in spite of your fear.”

There was nothing but stolid belief and conviction in her tone as she stared up at him, a soft smile on her plush mouth, and he knew she was right and he would adapt like he always did.

“How do you always know the right thing to say?” He wondered aloud and she winked, pushing up on her toes to kiss his cheek before turning to leave the bedroom. Her response was tossed over her shoulder before she walked out the door.

“I just say what I wish people told me whenever I was afraid or anxious. And I know you better than anyone. You just needed someone to remind you who you are.”

Shaking his head, Jake didn’t question it or the calmness she left behind as he zipped his work bag shut and carried it through to the living room. She was waiting for him, a coy smile on her lips as she handed him a lunch bag and ducked her head. His heart swelled and warmed, touched that someone wanted to take care of him. Her quiet care for those she loved was the most beautiful thing about her. He tried to open it, but she stopped him, a note of alarm in her voice that made him arch a brow.

“Wait until lunchtime to open it. I could barely close it; it’ll explode all over the place, and you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.” She rambled, not meeting his eye, and though he wanted to question her, she was right. He had to leave.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know how it goes when I get home. I love you.” He murmured and kissed her softly, smiling into it as she sighed happily.

Parting with the promise of spending another night together, Jake grabbed his car keys and belongings and headed out the door. She stood in the doorway waving and grinning as he backed out of her driveway and onto the main road, beeping the horn before he steeled his spine and followed the GPS to his new workplace. The drive seemed to pass almost instantly. Like he blinked and he was there, he hoped the day went by just as quickly. The parking lot was already filling up, and he had to circle it a few times, his heart rate climbing higher with every turn. Once he found a parking space, he double-checked he had all he needed and got out of the car, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket as he walked toward the building. Pulling it out, he saw her name and smiled as he opened it.

MC: Good luck, love. You’ll smash it. I’ll help you forget all about it tonight ;-)

Jake: Thank you. Enjoy your day, and I’ll hold you to that. :-)

He turned it off as he entered the building, schooling his features into what he hoped was a welcoming smile as he approached the front desk and gave the receptionist his name. The kindly older woman grinned at him and directed him to his floor, handing him a passkey with his photo, name, and title already on it. Security analyst. It sounded very official, and he couldn’t help his wry chuckle as he took the elevator to meet with his boss. If Jake from two years ago could see him now… He’d barely left the elevator when his name was called. He recognized the man’s baritone voice and whirled to face his new employer. His name was Harvey. He was a sauve and perfectly put-together man in his mid-forties. His suit must’ve cost at least a couple month's wages. Jake felt like a boy around him but knew it was in his head as the man gestured for him to follow him inside his office.

Once he was seated, Harvey gave him a lengthy rundown of all that was expected of him and how desperately they needed his help and expertise. It was overwhelming, but he managed to stay on track and digest the urgency of the situation. Jake nodded and asked a few questions, mainly listening as Harvey explained the flaws in their systems and the temporary patches they had in place. It would not hold forever, and Jake’s job was to close all holes and ensure everything ran smoothly. He was being paid handsomely for it and knew he could do it. It was the human aspect of the job he worried over, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. There was no point in borrowing problems from the future when the present held more than enough to keep him occupied. His boss seemed to deflate with relief when Jake told him the ideas he’d already had. Still, he wanted to get familiar with the systems before implementing anything. Harvey was amenable to that, and soon, they were on their way to Jake’s new office. An office. His time spent in dingy motels while searching for Hannah felt like another life as he surveyed the room.

“I’ll let you set yourself up and get a feel for it. If you have any problems or questions, call my office. We’re glad to have you here.” Harvey said with a smile.

Jake thanked him again and returned his goodbye as Harvey closed the door and left him to it. He slumped into his new chair and blew out a breath as he turned his computer on and signed into his work account. He soon forgot to be nervous as the familiar feel of the keys under his fingers and their comforting clacking filled the quiet room, reminding him of being at home. Working on his laptop while she flitted around the house or kept him company. The morning passed in a blur of very little in the way of progress, but he learned a lot more than he thought he would take in on his first day. The size of the company was an issue. As was the fact employees took work laptops home. That wasn’t his problem yet, and he soon began compiling a list of the most glaring, dangerous issues. He sent an email containing his findings to his boss, checked the time, and was surprised to see it was already lunchtime. He didn’t want to leave the safety of his office and decided to eat there for the day at least. Socializing could wait until he got his feet under him.

Signing off for the hour, he reached under his desk for his lunch bag. He set it on his desk, carefully opening it as he remembered her strange demeanor earlier that day. He was smiling as he saw the effort she went to. Along with his well-filled sandwiches were a bag of chips, three energy drinks, and a bunch of his favorite snacks. His chest felt tight and pleasantly warm as he sent her a quick text to let her know how much he appreciated her. He was happily eating a sandwich when he pulled the bag of chips out to add some to it and saw the note at the bottom of the bag. His heart kicked up as he picked it up and read it.

No matter what your silly brain tells you,

you are excellent at everything you do and can do this.

I am so proud of you I could cry.

You have strengthened me in my weakest moments.

I plan to always do the same for you.

Don’t forget how happy you make me.

Enjoy your lunch.

I love you.

His vision swam as he read it again and again. She was always surprising him. He never knew what was next with her, and he liked it, no, he loved it. She shook him out of his rigid numbness and convinced him he could have and be more. She was a balm to his every wound, and he knew she felt the same about him. He saw it in the way she went soft around him, all smiles and gentle kisses. Even when they disagreed, she was never cruel or harsh. She stood her ground, made her argument, and always listened to his side. They were a team, and he was doing this job to make sure that the life they dreamed of came true and she never had to worry about him again. He barely tasted his lunch after that, time passing swiftly as he thought of everything he would say when he got home.

The rest of the work day went as quickly as the morning had, and Jake felt lighter and more sure of himself as he closed everything down and left his office. Harvey wished him a pleasant evening as Jake poked his head into his office to say goodbye and thanked him for the opportunity. He was in his car and on the road home within minutes, music blaring, and the window rolled down as the sun made the tarmac shimmer. Fresh air filled his lungs, and he breathed much easier now the day was behind him. She would already be finished work, and he knew where she would be as he neared her house and slowed to turn into the driveway. Seeing the side gate was unlocked, he knew his hunch was correct and hurried out of the car to find her. Her garden was half-wild and half-tamed. Long grass and tidy borders filled with carefully selected plants and flowers. Birds chittered in the trees lining the back of it, and she was on her knees before a flower bed, hair tied back in a messy bun as she pruned the rose bushes. Their sweet scent hung heavy in the summer air as he approached and admired her in her element.

Bees buzzed around the flowers as he announced his presence so he didn’t frighten her; their fuzzy jackets were weighed down with pollen as they jumped from bloom to bloom. As she turned to him and saw him smiling, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes softened as she got to her feet and took off her gloves, tossing them on the ground as she came to him. No hesitation, no second guessing, she invaded his personal space and gave a satisfied little sigh. Her arms wound around his waist. She smelled like earth, grass, and roses, a fragrant perfume he wished he could bottle.

“Well, how was it? Was anyone mean to you?” She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and shook his head.

“It was... good. I think I’ll like it there. And no, cheeky, they were nice.”

“See, I knew you would do great.” She said, watching his face for any sign of discontent and finding none.

“I especially enjoyed the food you packed for me,” He hedged, delighted to see a blush creeping up her neck as she avoided his eye.

“Did you now?”

“I did. Someone left me a really encouraging note. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

She shrugged, eyes twinkling as she said, “I haven’t the slightest inkling. What did it say?”

“That you are proud of me and love me. Some other things too, but I don’t want you to get any redder than you already are,” he teased, kissing her forehead as she hummed and cleared her throat.

“I suppose it’s all true... Tell me, did it help?” She asked, and he nodded.

“It did. Thank you, you’re far too good to me.”

She shook her head vehemently, “Nope. None of that. You’re more than enough for me. If I have to tell you -”

He laughed as he cut her off with a kiss that made her melt into him and clutch his shirt in two tight fists. He would never tire of kissing her. That he was able to whenever he wanted felt like a gift, and he would not waste it, not for a second. He’d already spent years of his life as a ghost, he refused to do so again. The feel and scent of her were all he knew as he possessed her mouth and knew this was where he was meant to be. They were only at the beginning. There were so many years and opportunities ahead of them, and he could choose the things that made him happy, not what kept him free of his pursuers. That was the most exciting thing of all, and he couldn’t wait to make mistakes that wouldn’t end his life or put him in jail. Just wanted to make those normal mess-ups that one could learn from. He hadn’t been able to do that in so long. It felt silly to look forward to such a thing, but he knew what life was like without it, and it wasn’t worth it. The world was theirs for the taking, and he knew they would make it to whatever end they wanted. Together, always together. And whether the weather be frost, rain, or sunshine, they would be each other’s shelter. It was a vow he was only too happy to keep.

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Thank you for reading! And if you reblog or comment, thank you so much for that, too! I am so grateful to you. I hope you enjoyed it 🥰❤️

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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This is tailors anon again ! Here do to the other boys ! Player is a talented tailor and make customs clothes for them + a set inspired by the great seven. For Riddle/Azul/Kalim please ?

Love your work as usual ❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, blood, murder, death, obsession, possessiveness

Riddle Rosehearts/Azul Ashengrotto/Kalim Al-Asim - Darling who is a talented tailor

Why is ther new clothing in his closet?

At first Riddle thinks that some first years who haven’t heard how strict he is pulled a prank and sliced his dorm uniform to pieces

But then he takes the piece of fabric out of the dark, stuffy space and sees that no, it’s not ruined, it is a different piece he has never seen before

And then, oh boy, he sees the little note pinned on it with a small needle, telling him that this is from you for him

Imagine living in a monarchy and the current ruler, who you seduce doesn’t even look at needles, suddenly is like “Here you go. I made it myself. You can throw it away if you don’t like it

Yeah, that’s what Riddle is going through at the moment

You know, he always respected the Queen of Hearts and now the person guiding her majesty, ruling through her, has gifted him something

He immediately tries it on

Sadly it is one of the few times he ever wears it

But don’t misunderstand! He doesn’t dislike it, he just thinks these clothes are too special to be worn on casual occasions

He hides the clothing from others though

How could he ever forgive himself if these were to be stolen?

Overseer forbid that ever happens!

Because if it would it would mean “Off with their head!” and I am not talking about his special magic

He may be small but those heels must hurt enough to make someone kneel which gives him even better access to their head

But oh dear! His favourite clothing which was tailored by the Overseer was stained by this insects paint. Thankfully its red as well or otherwise the stains would be rather easy to see and hard to clean.

Happy octopus noises MP.3

But seriously, he would have burned Mostro Lounge down if you had just asked him if he was going to do that in exchange for a shirt filled with holes

And now you are giving him an entire outfit!

If Azul wasn’t loyal before he is now

He hides them from the tweels though

Why? Well… they have sharp teeth and can be quite jealous….

You catching my drift?

But let me tell you, he won’t let you go after this

And I am not talking about contract or relationship wise

You will stay in a room in Octavinelle which only he is aware of whilst providing you with the finest silks and much more needed for tailoring

And books. A lot of books. You are curious why? Well you are more or less a allknowing scholar in the Coral Sea so he would like to provide you with everything you need

Azul would have used anybody else to make them work for him and squeeze every last penny out of their talent but not with you

No, you just need to say here and be happy

Don’t mind the stains that are sometimes on his clothing though

He just has to take care of pests, most of the times first years, that have decided to explore their dorm for a bit and seen more than they should have

So keep sewing dear! Sew and smile for him! We don’t know what he would do if you would be sad!

All those golden bracelets? Worth nothing in comparison to what you made him

But Kalim is confused

Why are you making clothing? Aren’t poor people the only ones who do such things?

And now we are falling right into the problems

You see, Kalim has grown up pampered and told that such tasks are only done by people if they have no other way to get food on the table

So you are poor? No! It can’t be! You are the greatest scholar! The inspiration for the sorcerer himself! How could you be in such a position??!

The thought that this could be merely a hobby and not something out of desperation is a foreign concept for him

I might want to add that he has a room prepared just for you and you alone… maybe some locks will be your roommates…

Ok, but on a more serious note, do you realise that he is planning on locking you up under the excuse of providing for you?

Usually I would say in the Self-aware au that if you see a fae you should turn around and run away but… friendship with them might be pretty neat in this situation

You know, being protected by a monarchy from another is pretty sweet… until you also have to run away from your protector that is

Kalim will wear what you make him though

Always. And if someone dares to damage it? Whops! Seems like the next ruler will be a tyrant!

So if you haven’t given him something by now good, lets keep it that way and if my warning is too late uh… the Queendom of Roses is also pretty loyal so…

Expect gold, diamonds and much more if you are looked up and I was too late

He will never let you touch a needle again. You could get hurt! Let the servants over there do that for you darling.

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Goodbye, Hello

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: saying goodbye, saying hello

Warnings: ANGST, but with a happy ending, references to methods of killing, pining, declarations of love.

Word Count: 0.9k

Authors Note: Unbeated. This is a request fill for @cavghtbythewind (Angst request: Benedict with the prompt “am i supposed to just let you go?”) I am sorry this took so long for me to get to, I have had a busy few weeks. Angst is something I havent written much of, so I hope you enjoy. <3 Also I couldn’t not do a happy end, I hope that is ok.

“Goodbye, Benedict,” you whisper.

“Am I supposed to just let you go?” his voice wavering, looking out at the gloomy horizon, the wind teasing at his hair. You stand outside Aubrey Hall, saying your last goodbye. Behind you, the carriage that will take you to the life you do not want awaits.

“Benedict I…” you don't finish the sentence, looking down at your hands as you wring them; you know there is a tear in the corner of your eye but are determined not to wipe it away, as if that would somehow will it out of existence.

“I thought we had something special,” he says quietly, forlornly.

“We do,” you hiss fiercely in response.

“So why are you doing this?” he looks back at you sharply, a world of hurt behind his soulful eyes.

“What choice do I have?” you decry.

“You could choose me?” it's an impassioned plea but has a desperate tinge of a man who knows it's a futile attempt.

“In any other lifetime, you know I would, in a heartbeat,” you exhale and grab his hand. “But it's not about me; it's about saving my family.” The tear that threatens now starts to roll down your cheek .“it's not fair, but this is the deal that has been struck. I would do anything to save my family from ruin, just as you would sacrifice anything for yours.”

He hates that you have pointed that out—the truth.

“If there were any other way, I would not marry this ogre of a man….” you assert fervently.

“I could pay the debt! I could see your family freed from this!” he exclaims, exasperated. “Yes, I would need to sell my cottage and borrow money from my brother, but he is a generous man; I'm sure he would give me good terms.”

“I could never ask you to do that. Sell your home, be in debt. Not for me.” you shake your head violently.

“I’d do it in a heartbeat,” he utters vehemently.

“I know you would”, you reach up and touch his cheek, “but I would never allow it. I could not live with the burden of that favour, and I could not be the reason you do not have the life to which you are accustomed. That you deserve.”

“I’d prefer to be poor with you than comfortable without,” he says quietly.

“Please don't make this any harder than it is,” you plead, real tears rolling now; you take a deep breath in and out. “I love you, just know that. I'm tired of pretending I'm not. So if we cannot be, I just want you to know that.” You grab his head and bring his forehead down to touch yours. “I love you, and I always will.”

“Why should you have to suffer for the sins of your abhorrent father?” he hisses, pressing his forehead against yours. “Pay for it with your life, your freedom.”

You don’t have anything to say to that, so you just swallow hard and hold onto his forearms as he holds your elbows, swaying slightly, not moving your head from his.

“You know, If this ogre you’re marrying dies, your family’s debt dies with him,” he says, pulling back slightly and with a menace that you didn't think him capable of.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Benedict,” you warn.

“I’d kill him with my bare hands if there was a chance I could get away with it.” It's a growl through gritted teeth as he looks sideways, his jaw ticked.

“I have been researching,” you whisper quietly after a pause, “about alchemy, about herbs and tinctures and things that can fell a man.”

“Don't. Don't risk it,” he inhales sharply. “What if he discovers you?”

“I can play the contented wife if I know there is an expiration date,” you assure, “he will never suspect. I’d prefer to die trying than live that life,” your breath tremulous.

“I love you,” he confesses urgently. Your heart stops and breaks at the same time.

He takes your hand and presses something into it. It's a small rock, orange, almost red, and shaped like a heart. “Take this. It’s a talisman. I want this back,” he whispers ardently. “When you return to me, I want this back.” It’s almost an order.

You nod, and with a quick squeeze of his hands, you back away before you can do anything foolish like kiss him and change your mind.

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The sun streams into your carriage as it rolls down the familiar drive towards the beautiful family home you long to see. As it hones into view, you break out into a smile that you cannot contain.

Your hand clenches hard around the most precious object of your possession. The item you believe saved your life—your good luck charm. You are certain it has the magical properties that bestowed a heart attack on the menace of your existence. But now it's time to return it to its rightful owner.

Butterflies roar in your stomach as your carriage slows and you fling open the door before it’s even come to a stop or your footman has had the chance to help you.

He is already running down the steps to greet you, and you collide with each other. He lifts you off the ground into his arms, and you spin around.

“Wait,” you giggle ebulliently, “I have to give you something.”

“What?” his voice is a breathy lilt as he places you gently back on your feet. You grab his hand and place the rock onto his palm, closing his fingers around it.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He smiles and places his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you say lightly.

“What else?” he questions curiously.

“Hello Benedict,” you whisper.

Tagging: not tagging my Benny peeps on this one, as it's so different to my usual stuff, I'm not sure if people will dig it?

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