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#like he would try. there is no doubt in my mind
hoshigray · 2 days
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
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“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”
“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”
You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong… 
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 
Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”
“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.
“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”
Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 
This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 
“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“
“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”
And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 
“Aww, you two are so cute together~”
You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”
“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”
The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”
Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”
“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”
The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 
“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”
“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”
Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”
“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“
“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”
It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 
It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 
Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 
“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 
“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”
“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 
And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 
“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 
“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 
“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 
“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”
“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  
Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 
“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”
You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 
“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 
“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“
“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 
“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”
“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”
“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 
“Hey, Y/n.”
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“
“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”
“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”
“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”
“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”
“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”
“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”
“Oh, eat horse shit.”
“Croak and die.”
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…
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requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸
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Chapter 27: Peace and Quiet.
When you asked John to take you away, him taking you on a whole boat was not what you had in mind.
Granted, he did take you to his home in Credenhill beforehand; a cosy two-bedroom row home, which was surprisingly well-furnished for a single man in his 40s.
After having dinner on Friday night with him (John is a surprisingly good cook!) and cuddling together on the sofa before ending the night in bed, late on Saturday morning he awoke you with brunch in bed.
You half expected a lazy Saturday... only for him to tell you that you were going on an adventure.
So you ended up down south, on river Severn, on a boat. No, not a goddamn rickety fishing boat; a bloody yacht. A small one, but one nonetheless.
That didn't stop him from wearing a fishing hat. Come to think of it, you very rarely see John without a hat, only indoors. But last night when he went to get you, he was wearing a toque... He wears those a lot.
Apparently, John is an avid fan of boating. And bought one a few years back.
"Was this just an attempt at showing off?" You teased him as you stood by his side, one of his arms wrapped around your hip as the boat cruised out to the mouth of the river.
"No, da'lin', would never dream of it." John replied with a cheeky grin.
"I feel like you're lying to me." You replied as you leaned against him, eyes locked on the beautiful view of the cityscapes as you sailed out to the sea.
"Not lying, just... embellishing the truth." He joked and nuzzled up to you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he pulled you to sit on his lap at the command of the boat.
"Right..." You said sarcastically, feigning annoyance, before melting at the feel of his kisses, his nose nuzzling into your hair, his beard tickling your nape.
"Plus, maybe, perhaps, I was worried the lads were going to try and crash out little getaway..." He whispered as he kept dropping little kisses onto you. "Yeah?" You asked as you looked up and back at him.
"They know where I live... Simon does, at least. And I doubt he'd show up, but... he likes you a whole lot." John murmured and then started peppering kisses to your neck.
Shivering a bit, you chuckled. "And you don't share, do you?" You joked.
"Oh, I share. But you asked me to take you away, not to bring 'em with." He quipped with a smirk on his lips.
"Haven't seen you share yet, so my point still stands." You retorted as you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.
"Oh, is that how it is? You're a 'need to see it to believe it', type of person?" He joked and rubbed his lips against the shell of your ear.
"Mhm..." You replied as your eyes closed, leaning back into him, feeling his displays of affection.
Your hands found his extended forearms as his hands controlled the boat on either side of you. You caressed his strong, hairy forearms, a weak attempt at returning the affection.
"How about you go sit out there... Feel the sea air, the water splashing on you..." He offered. "Lay out in the sun, get a bit of a tan?"
"John, we're off the coast in Wales. There's not going to be a tan." You told him playfully.
"Humour me, will you?" He asked you and shook his head, amused.
Nodding, you got up off his lap, kissing him on the lips one last time before you slipped into the cabin to get changed into a swimsuit and then back out.
You sat outside, where John could see you from the cockpit, and took his advice to heart, lounging on the foam chairs at the bow, enjoying the cool water splashing and the sun in the horizon. It was actually enjoyable.
You sneaked a glance at John as he drove the boat, smiling at him, before you decided to put on some sunscreen, just in case. John watched you closely and made a point of showing you how much he enjoyed the sight of you putting it on. At one point he even wolf whistled at you.
After a while, John slowed the boat down and moored it. You didn't think much of it, though the area you were in was beautiful. Nothing but the two of you for miles, the ocean rocking the boat nicely and the sun shining ahead.
John comes to join you, in his own swimming trunks, pulling you close, and peppering kisses all over your back, shoulders, nape... You find yourself giggling. There was something about John... Perhaps the fact he was older, but his attention felt so... nice.
"Is this what you wanted?" He asked. "Some good ol' peace and quiet?"
"Mhm..." You replied as you rolled over to face him. Then, you burst out laughing.
How were you supposed to not? The man had haphazardly lathered himself in sunscreen and was still wearing the bloody fishing hat!
"John, I can't-" You joked.
"What?" He asked in confusion, eyebrows raised.
"You look like a dad on vacation!" You joked and resumed your fit of giggles.
"You calling me old?" He asked in an exaggerated tone.
"No!" You said as you pushed yourself up onto your knees, running your hands over his face to spread the sunscreen more evenly. "You just..." You trailed off.
"I'll have ya know I'm still in my prime." He murmured, his thick beard covering his mouth with each word he spoke.
"You're also a dork." You retorted, feeling his hands slide up your thighs as he pulled you onto his lap.
"Oh? Would a dork have a pretty thing like you in a swimsuit in his arms while on his own boat?" He retorted before leaning close and peppering a kiss on your lips.
"I guess not." You replied playfully. "But the hat certainly doesn't help." You added and slipped it off his head. "See? So much better..."
"I happen to like my boonie hat." He told you as he kept peppering kisses on your face. "I wear it all the time when I'm in the field."
"No way?" You asked dramatically. "You mean you wear this when you're out there with your rifles and what not?" You asked as you lifted the hat off the seat next to you.
"Yes?" He told you, causing you to break into laughter again. "What? It's not that bad, is it?" He asked, feigning insecurity.
"No, it's just-" You trailed off. "First, Simon with his skull mask, then you with your boonie hat... What's next?" You asked.
"Kyle wears a baseball cap with the British flag more often than not." John replied, causing you to shriek with laughter.
"NO?!" You replied, incredulously. "No way?! He dresses so nicely out of uniform, you're telling me he also does the 'one hat' thing?"
"Absolutely he does. Have to ask him to take it off sometimes. It's like it's glued to 'im." He joked as his hands caress your body lovingly.
"What about Johnny?" You asked with narrowed eyes.
"Doesn't wear anything. Just that stupid bloody mohawk." He replied.
"Is it because of his big head?" You joked, which caused you both to break into laughter this time.
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"What do we do now? Tucker asked. His voice cracking with stress and worry as he stared at the scene before him not able to look away as his best friend and his family were being dragged out of their home.
Danny cuffed in anti-ghost cuffs and knocked the heck out with a ecto-gun pointed at his skull by one of the GIW agents, they eventually tossed Danny into their van that was parked right outside the Fenton Works. Jazz was pleading, begging them to let her brother go, even though she too was cuffed and not caring that another gun was at her back. Maddie was hissing like angry feral mama cat at the two agents, ignoring the other two that were holding her shoulders to keep her from squirming around and saying "you dare touch a single hair on my babies I will rip-" before she too was lead away to the GIW van. The last to come out was Jack and he looked haunted and stressed, and despite being a huge guy he was trying to make himself look small. He too was sent into the van, and one of the last things Tucker could see before the doors close was Jack kneeling down next to Danny and going to cradle him but being stopped by the GIW agent in the van.
Sam chewed on her lip, her eyes wide and wild as she tried to think of... well anything to save her friend and his family from this.
To think Vlad would be so petty after Danny finally told his parents about being Phantom and them accepting and loving him regardless and even apologizing for trying to hurt him that he would go and tattle to the GIW about Phantom.
Danny hadn't even told them about Vlad being a halfa either. Not even a bit. All Danny told them was that Vlad made him super uncomfortable. About how the guy seemed obsessed with his mom but seemed to be shifting his obsession to him.
And for once Jack listened, especially after Maddie finally told him the times the man flirted with her and had even tried getting her to leave Jack. With only Danny. No mention of Jazz, only Danny.
After that Jack turned papa bear mode.
Say what you will about Jack Fenton but his love for his family outweighs any kind of friendship.
So yeah Vlad finding himself being 'cut out' of the Fenton's lives, realizing the only times he could even get close to Maddie and Danny was because Jack was always welcoming to him, and finding out Jack point blank said he no longer wanted him around his family, he raged and decided to get back at Danny was to go tell the GIW about him being Phantom.
No doubt the creep was going to show up later, 'save' them and start making demands or indebt them to him.
And now here they were. The Fenton's, after being told about Phantom, were being unjustified hauled away by the GIW while all of Amity watches from the streets and despite the protest from, mostly teens, Amity Parkers no one could do anything with both weapons pointed at them or the 'law' decree.
Closing her eyes, Sam took a breath. When she opened them back up she finally looked away as the van and the rest of the GIW began to leave, her hands clutched so tight that her knuckles were turning a deadly white. When she finally released her grip she felt something in her hand.
Confused, Sam opened her hand and gasped as she recognized a familiarish green sticky note and words written in purple ink. She's never read any of the sticky notes CW would send Danny but she has seen them appear out of no where.
She read the note, ignoring Tuckers questioning, and once done she snapped her head to look at him. It was so fast that Tucker jumped for a second. Her eyes were alight with a new found kindle of hope, determination, and a plan.
"Sam? What is it?" Tucker finally asked once more, he had a feeling whatever she had in mind was going to be insane but if it sent by CW and meant to save his best friend he'd do it.
"We play into our strengths and get some help." She said as she brought the sticky note up for him to see.
"Help? From who?" Tucker asked as he took the note and instantly noticed the drawn symbols on the bottom. When he snapped his head back up to look at Sam his mouth fell open and he said in shock, awe, and disbelief "No. No way. Them? But I thought-"
"Gonna stop you right there Tucker. Remember what Dani told us last month? About that new under the radar teen hero group?" Sam cut in.
"OOoooh. Them.... Yeah I can totally get behind asking them over asking the adults." Tucker responded, his mind coming up with a plan as the sticky note words played into his head 'Use your strengths'
"Good we have no time to loose. I'll contact Dani to find out where we can find their base, you get ready to hack and find what you can so I can use it to help... persuade them into helping us."
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Young Justice was having a normal, well as normal as a bunch of super-powered and very well trained teens could have day.
Or at least it was until their comms and entire system were hacked by an unknown hacker, a goth girl appearing on their main sceen and her saying this
"Hey, Young Justice right? Look I'll be blunt about this. We need help, our best friend and his family got taken by some shady government jerks that wanna experiment on him and we need to save them. It's a long story. However, we do not like the JL too much and don't trust them, we have our reasons, so to make sure you don't go crying to them, we're taking your systems hostage and blackmailing you with things our hacker found out." Her eyes narrowed at them, her face in a scowl and it left no room for negotiations at all, she was determined to get things her way "So that's the deal. Help us save our best friend and his family while not letting the JL know, and we let go of your systems and forget about what we found out."
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How high on the clingy/protective scale these boys are …
Dick: a solid 8.5/10.
A very clingy bean.
Dick would be attached to your hip 24/7 if he could but he couldn’t answer that makes him sad.
In the wise words of @obsessedwithromance on one of my recent posts; ‘if Dick was a dog, he’d be a husky.’
And he’d make a very vocal husky at that with how often he whines and whinges whenever you tried to move from his grasp, acting as though every attempt in removing yourself from his arms were an attack against his character. So he will take personal offence to you wanting to leave him out in the cold and desolate place that was your bedroom. 💀
‘Stop trying to get out of my arms.’ He moans, tightening his hold on you as he buried his head into your neck, locking legs with you for extra measure. ‘Dick, I love you but you’re being too clingy for me right now.’ You reply and had just noticed the error of your ways almost immediately and were about to explain yourself but it was already too late, for you had set Dick the human husky off.
‘Me? Clingy? I thought you liked it when I was clingy? Why the sudden change? What did I do wrong? Why don’t you love me?’ Dick began his tirade and you could only lay there and let him talk your ear off -and loudly might I add- about how you apparently didn’t love him enough, which was a bunch of bullshit, but dick was too in his feelings to listen to reason. You’ll have to kiss him to shut him up, there’s no other option.
So once he’s settled down, he’ll go back to cuddling against your back,smiling dopily while you could only congratulate for a job well done at defusing the situation form getting any worse. You love your dramatic human husky and you wouldn’t change anything for anyone.
Jason: 7.5/10 or a 8/10.
The only time you’re seeing this man be clingy as all hell if he’s in a particular mood and want your affection, which might as well be all the time with this man, or after a not so great nightmare.
He would wake up in a cold sweat and immediately look for you and hold you against his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear, only just until his breathing evens out and not so tense in the muscles. Until then he holds onto you tightly and familiarises himself with you in anyway that he could, whether that be counting your eyelashes, noting the different shades that make up your eyes and much more.
At least just enough to help him gain some sense of self and awareness that he was safe and sound from all harm.
Like Jaime, Jason would watch over you like a hawk as Red Hood without a shadow of a doubt, and Jason has his reasons to do so as he knows the type of people who litter the streets of Gotham at night like the back of his hand. He doesn’t want to subject you to that sort of life of constant fear of having to look over your shoulder in hopes that there wasn’t someone following you home.
For in his minds eye, he’s your sole protector and the one thing that stands between the scumbags of the street and you. Jason doesn’t take this position he’s given himself lightly, it’s unlike him to anyway, as your safety is his top priority and he’d do anything to obtain it; whether they way it’s obtained was morally questionable or not, he doesn’t care for as long as your safe, he’ll live to learn with having permanent blood on his hands.
Damian: 5/10 on a good day. 2/10 in general.
He’s not an overly clingy person. Protective? yes. Clingy? No. It’s just not in just nature and he can be very awkward going about it too.
Damian knows he doesn’t have to constantly survey you 24/7, he has more faith in you and your abilities then most. He knows that you won’t call upon him if at all when faced with a situation that you could easily resolve yourself.
However if you were to get hurt on his watch or otherwise, that’s when he gets slightly clingy and will attempt to be within any space with you possible. Damian shows care in a completely different way than most and will more or less act like a guard dog when it came to you.
This little dude will point his sword at anyone that comes into close contact with you while glaring at them, meanwhile you’re having to push the blade of his sword down and away from the poor victim, only for Damian to raise his sword back towards their throat once more.
‘Pack it in.’ You’d hiss.
‘No. You’re practically useless when hurt, so let me deal with this one.’ Damian said.
You purposely ignored the fact that he had just called you useless and instead pushed the blade of his sword down until it was pointing at the floor again. ‘He’s not even a threat, just a regular citizen. So you can stop it with the fear attics now.’ You told him in a hushed tone. Damian meets your eyes with a glare of his own. ‘How you can be certain he’s a harmless civilian? What if he’s a low life thug of an underground drug syndicate on the rise? You can’t allow yourself to trust every face you meet.’ He replies, not one to back down for anyone, not even you.
You sigh as you rubbed the sides of your head. ‘Well at least try not to cause more issue for your dad. I swear between you, Jason, Tim and Dick I don’t know who gives him the most grey hairs.’
Jaime: runner up for Dick’s crown with also a 8.5/10
He’s clingy in a sense that he fears of loosing you constantly.
Khaji-Da doesn’t make the situation any better as it only encourages Jaime’s Innate clinginess tenfold, and now Jaime can’t go a couple of minutes without offering to join you on wherever your going.
He just cares about you very deeply and wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he’d ever lost you despite having the ability to stop any harm from coming your way. So needless to say that you spend most of your time with him and his family is a severe understatement.
It’s not as though he doesn’t trust you, he wholeheartedly does, but that trust doesn’t extend to potential outside threats. Hell, he would even go as far as to watch over you as Blue Beatle, much to the behest of literally everyone that isn’t Khaji-Da because the scarab is just as clingy over you in a sense that you were Jaime’s mate and there for should be within close proximity to him at all times.
It’s endearing but I think it’s about time you told Kahji-Da to cool it on the whole threatening people you talked to with plans to eliminate them…
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preeningpisces · 2 days
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Sukuna NSFW Headcanons
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Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️
18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content
TW: implied non-con, mentions of death, Sukuna is not nice!!!
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♛ Boy oh boy. Mr. Monsterfucker wet dream himself
♛ For starters, make no mistake: Sukuna gives absolutely zero fucks about your pleasure. You’re there solely to please him, and it makes no difference whether you enjoy it or not
♛ Knows where the clit is, he just doesn’t give a fuck lmfao
♛ I think one thing that would make him actually intelltionally please you--which is very rare, but happens on occasion when he's in a good mood---is sounds. If you make sounds of pleasure he likes, he’ll try to get more out of you. Again, not for your benefit. It's purely because it brings him some satisfaction. It’s the same with sounds of pain tho, oof
♛ Not very noisy, but doesn’t stifle any sounds either. Definitely a grunter. Talkativeness depends on his mood
♛ I definitely agree with the notion that he’d have concubines. As we know him now, I can’t imagine him falling for anyone or being loyal
♛ With that in mind, Sukuna doesn’t really have a type. His concubines all look very different. Yuki asks Sukuna what his type is and he just says pussy
♛ One thing he appreciates about you is how your soft body fills his hands. With him being humongous, having someone larger just feels more comfortable. Sometimes he just wants that vava-voom if you know what I mean. Also enjoys how your thighs feel when you're riding him--their softness rippling against his muscles
♛ That’s not to say Sukuna doesn’t have preferences, I just don’t think they’d be consistent, or that he’d care enough to pick up on a pattern. He just sees someone & knows ‘I’d stick my dick in them’ or ‘Uraume feed me this ugly hoe’
♛ OF COURSE he has a double-decker dick!! The one on the bottom is more sensitive. He likes having one of his concubines riding the top one, and another sucking his cock and balls
♛ His cum shoots--it gets airtime. Think that scene in Devilman Crybaby
♛ Without a doubt a sadist, in every way. Making you cry, making you bleed, & hurting you all get him going. Big on dacryphilia, and degratation
♛ Absolutely nooooot going to be submissive. Nope no way, especially not to some lowly human or sorcerer such as yourself. He’d have to see you as an equal, and even then, I’m not sure he would
♛ Not submissive but lowkey a pillow princess LMFAO you gotta do all the work. He just lazes while you suck him off or ride him
♛ When he’s in the mood he treats you like a fleshlight. If he legitimately railed you, it would do permanent damage. Mfer is 8ft tall—if he were to actually pound you with vigor you’d DIE. In fact, he probably does that when he doesn’t care to keep someone….yikes let’s not think about that
♛ Honestly I don’t imagine he’s that freaky or kinky. Really just wants to blow his load in (or on) someone pretty & that’s about it
♛ The freakiest thing he does is use his tummy tongue—largely because it frightens you & his other concubines bc, yknow, he could legit eat you. Also, he just wants to eat some pussy every now & then, and there’s no way he would lower his head or kneel for anyone
♛ He eats pussy for his own pleasure, not yours, but that tongue is so big and slippery you usually cum anyway. Doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill
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beomiracles · 3 days
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PRETTY PRINCESS part IIII ─ to find a witch
─ taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong…?
pairings: timetraveler!beomgyu x princess!reader warnings: none
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Heart beating out of your chest, you rush to enter your bedchambers, someone had been in here, or rather, someone was in here. Upon entering the chambers you’re met with the same small servant from earlier that morning. She was busy tending to your bed as old silk sheets lay discarded on the floor. Beomgyu is nowhere to be seen. 
“What’s the meaning of this?” you ask, making the small servant jump. She turns to you, immediately bowing, “your highness, I was ordered to tend to her highness’s room while she’s present at the banquet”, she doesn’t meet your gaze as it’s sternly glued to the floor. You drag a hand across your face, “and you think to follow through without even clearing things with her highness herself beforehand?”. 
The small servant girl looks down as her bottom lip quivers slightly, “m..my apologies, your highness, for I was only following orders…please do forgive me”. You frown, “who’s orders?”, it wasn’t unusual for servants to come and go in your chambers whether it be to clean or check up on you but they would never come unnannounced. 
“I…I’m not sure, I didn’t exactly recognize him..”, she admits as she gnaws on her fingernails. Sighing, you turn toward the doors, “you’re excused”, the small servant immediately scurries to pick up the dirty sheets as she exits the room without question. 
As the doors close your eyes immediately scan for Beomgyu, where was he? “Beomgyu?” you call out as you open the closet doors, no sight of him, you make your way toward the bathroom, “Beomgyu?”. He’s not in the bathroom either. “Beomgyu?”, you lay flat against the floor to peek under the bed. “Beomgyu where are-”, a groan from the balcony has you rushing to your feet. 
The cool night breeze fans your face as you step out on the large balcony, “...Beomgyu..?”. You frown, you were sure you heard him. “Down here, princess”, his words have your eyes widening as you lean over the railing to find Beomgyu hanging from it, his undying smirk still plastered on his face. 
“Mind giving me a hand?” he asks in a cheerful manner but it’s clear that he’s about to lose his grip and fall victim to the bushes below. “I…how in the world did you end up here?”, you try and reach a hand down toward him. 
Beomgyu scoffs, “ask your little servant that, even had the audacity to open the damn balcony doors”. His hand finds yours in a tight grip, he had nice hands you thought. “Okay, I’ll pull you up now”, you say as your arm works overtime to try and pull him. Beomgyu’s laugh echoes off the castle walls, “I highly doubt that”. 
Despite his words you manage to get him back on safe ground again. As Beomgyu stretches his sore arms you glance toward the balcony doors. “Was there anyone else in the room with the servant?”, Beomgyu shakes his head, “not that I could make out”. 
“It’s odd…they never clean my room in the evenings”, you say as the two of you make your way back into your chamber. Beomgyu flops down on the sofa and drags his hands across his face, “fuck that was scary”, he breathes out. Your brows twitch at his use of profanities but you don’t comment on it as you begin pacing around the room. 
“We have far more grave things to worry about”, you run a hand through your now diffused curls. “I can arrange a carriage, but it won’t take me outside the kingdom…”, you stop and turn toward Beomgyu, “and then there’s you. How can I get you to the carriage unnoticed?”. 
Sitting up slightly, Beomgyu rests his chin on the palm of his hand, “how about…”, he grins, “you smuggle me out in a bag?”. You scoff, “and what makes you think I can get you out on my own”, you say. Rolling your eyes as the sudden idea hits you, making you freeze in your tracks, “I can’t get you out…at least not on my own..”. Your words have Beomgyu frowning, “what’d you mean?”. 
Your eyes travel from him toward the large carrier you used to transport different dresses when you journeyed further trips. Beomgyu follows your gaze and immediately clears his throat, “absolutely not”. 
And that’s how Beomgyu finds himself cramped together in the rather small box, swaying back and forth as the guards carry it, the motions could make anyone seasick. It's only past breakfast time as you make your way down toward the grand foyer, outside waits a carriage, supposedly taking you to your aunt. 
Mrs. Vane anxiously waits below the stairs. “Are you sure you will be alright to travel on your own?”. Nodding, you smile, “I’m sure I shall be quite alright, for it is a short trip”, you try and seize her worries, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. 
“And you’re quite certain you don’t want a few palace guards to accompany you?” she bites her bottom lip nervously. You shake your head, “it will only be troublesome for them to travel back and forth, needn’t to worry about me”. 
Behind you one of the guards groans, you hear their quiet mumbling about how heavy your luggage was. Quickly turning your attention back to Mrs. Vane, you bid her farewell, “I must get going if I seek to arrive by lunch”. 
After letting the guards know that you’d do fine with the heavy carrier in the main compartment of the carriage, you’re leaving the palace behind. Pulling the curtains closed over the small windows as you give the lid a light knock. “You can come out now”, you say and Beomgyu pushes the lid open. 
“Fucking hell that’s tight”, he groans as he climbs out of the small carrier. He sits down in front of you as he massages his neck. Gentle fingers graze his shoulders as you tuck in the collar of his shirt neatly. “The clothes suit you”, you say as you lean back. 
Beomgyu mumbles something about them being ancient as he pulls at the sleeves of the white dress shirt. Ancient or not, there was no doubt that the black trousers complimented his already long legs well, contrasted by the white dress shirt, framing his lean torso nicely. You had managed to gather him some clothes the night before. 
“You need more wardrobe”, you state as Beomgyu shoves his supper down. Frowning he glances up at you, “what’s wrong with my clothes?”, you snort, “the smell”. 
“That’s the smell of a real man, princess”, he grins and you grimace in disgust, “then I shall hope to marry a woman”. Beomgyu rolls his eyes as he sets his empty bowl down, “fine then, what do you suggest I do? try on a dress of yours?”. 
“It would certainly be a sight to see”, you smirk as you walk over to your dresser. Opening it, you’re not surprised when you don’t find anything that would fit him in the slightest. “I could perhaps…”, you draw your bottom lip between your teeth, “maybe go down to the washroom and…just borrow a couple of things”. 
Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, a playful look on his face, “your highness, I didn’t take you for a thief”. Eyes widening at the accusation, you let out a small gasp, “I am certainly not! I shall return them as soon as I’ve sent you off to your own world”. 
“And you think no one’s going to notice the fact that there’s clothes missing?”, he asks to which you confidently cross your arms, “certainly they will notice, however no one would dare suspect the princess of such an act”. 
Beomgyu smirks, “feisty, I like it”. 
You glance out the small carriage window, your surroundings were nothing more but mere vegetation. Large oak trees surrounded your path, you recognized them all, you were still on royal grounds which would take you all the way to your aunt’s house. 
“Now what?” you ask as you give Beomgyu a worried glance. He grins, did he have an endless supply of confidence? “Can you make him stop?” he nods toward the driver. You nod, “I can, but what will you do?” his confidence worried you. 
“You’ll see”, he shrugs, intent on not letting you on to more information than that. Sighing you give the carriage walls a light knock, “sir, may we take a small break? I need to stretch my legs”. 
The carriage slowly comes to a stop and you hear the driver get down to come around and open the door. You glance over at Beomgyu who seems completely relaxed with the situation at hand. 
When the small carriage door squeaks open however he is quick to move. Napkin in one hand he covers the driver’s nose and mouth as the other holds a firm grip on his neck. The driver stumbles backward in surprise and Beomgyu is quick to follow him out of the carriage. 
The driver fights against his grip for another thirty seconds before he passes out. Beomgyu proceeds to gently set him down by the nearest tree before standing up and dusting off his pants and shirt. 
He turns to you with a smirk, “shall we get going, princess?”. Your jaw hangs open in shock and your eyebrows raised to the skies, “what did you do to him?” you ask as Beomgyu climbs up on the driver’s seat. He shrugs, “just put him to sleep, he’ll be awake within the hour”. 
His words did little to soothe you as you glanced toward the now discarded driver, then back at Beomgyu whose hand was extended to you. With your hand in his you let him pull you up beside him. You had never sat here before, your father always insisting that a lady should travel safely inside the carriage. 
Beomgyu turns the reins over in his hands as he studies them with a frown, “do you even know how to drive this?” you ask to which he shakes his head. “But it can’t be that hard”, he says as he gives the horses a quick whip with said reins. The carriage is immediately put in motion and you find yourself gripping onto his arm to steady yourself. “You alright there, princess?” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. 
Ignoring his words you settle back against the carriage, “keep going straight ahead for now”, you instruct and Beomgyu nods, “yes ma’am”. 
The ride is quiet for the next hour, the sound of hooves clattering against the roads and the light squeak of the carriage can be heard. Your mind wanders and you’re filled with worry as you wonder how the news of your disappearance will be received at the castle. The driver surely would have awoken by now. 
You doubt that they would even be able to inform your father, wherever he may be at the moment. But Mrs. Vane, she would be worried sick, maybe you should write her when you arrive? No you couldn’t risk such a thing just to ease your own worries, that would certainly be selfish. 
Your thoughts are interrupted when you suddenly realize that the scenery is new, foreign to you. Sitting up straight you glance around the area, the trees here were darker, taller, and growing a lot closer. You were outside of royal grounds, you almost couldn’t believe it. 
“Stop”, your words surprise yourself as much as they seem to surprise Beomgyu. “Something wrong, princess?” he asks as the carriage comes to an abrupt halt. You don’t reply as you glance around the forest surrounding you. 
Squirrels running along the tree trunks, birds nesting on the largest branches and bunnies digging homes for themselves in the ground. Life here seemed…wild, it felt natural, as if your life in the castle had been a fabricated version created for your safety. 
“Shit, you ain’t lie when you said you’ve never been outside the castle, huh?” Beomgyu’s gaze follows yours. Shaking your head you swallow a deep breath, “no I never…”, you begin but your eyes get stuck on a small deer calf, carefully making its way over the road. It stops in the middle of the path as it looks up at your carriage. Mere seconds later it takes off into the forest again. 
“Where’s her mom?” your thoughts project loudly, Beomgyu remains quiet for a moment, “she’s probably waiting somewhere in the forest”, he frowns, “how do you know it’s she?”. You roll your eyes, “she was too pretty to be a male”, you say and Beomgyu scoffs, “that’s biased logic”. 
You shrug, “perhaps, but it has yet to prove me wrong”, you lean back in your seat once more. “I’ll prove you wrong”, his sudden words have you quirking an eyebrow at him. Beomgyu turns in his seat so that he’s completely facing you, “I’m pretty, aren’t I?”. 
There was no denying that he was. You thought Beomgyu to be one of the most handsome men you’d met, and you had met plenty. His long dark hair shimmered in the small specks of sunlight that crept their way through the trees. Pink dusted lips that would form into the prettiest of pouts whenever he was deep in thought. His dark eyes that always held a mischievous glint and were far too easy to get lost in. 
Though you would rather dance five dances with Mr. Fitz than admitting such a fact to Beomgyu’s face. Truth is you knew nothing of how the ladies of his time looked, but from the way he looked, it was pretty easy to understand that you most likely didn’t stand a chance. 
“I suppose, you’re alright”, you say as you pray your voice presents as nonchalant. Beomgyu grins, “I’ll take the compliment”, he says as he turns back to get the carriage in motion again. 
“How was your banqeull?” he asks, keeping his eyes strained on the road ahead. “You mean the banquet?”, you smile and Beomgyu nods, “yeah that thing”. You bite the inside of your cheek as you recall last night's events, “it was rather dreadful if I’m being honest..” 
Beomgyu’s eyes doesn’t leave the road but you notice a small quirk of his eyebrow as he speaks, “why? wasn’t it practically for you?” His words make you realize that perhaps your wording was quite insensitive, but then again, you hadn’t asked for this banquet, you hadn’t even asked for this life. Though you suppose others have it far worse than yourself, and perhaps it was insensitive to whine over such a thing. 
Your silence had him speak once again, “I think I would find it dreadful too”, he states. “Wearing one of those prison garments around my waist all night and making small talk with old men”, he shrugs. His words manage to bring a small smile to your lips. 
“The corset certainly brings a certain discomfort, but not all the men are old, some are my age too”, you say as your gaze falls on the horses pulling the carriage. Beomgyu is silent for a moment before he speaks, “you found anyone you like yet?”. 
“No”, you sigh, “they’re all dreadfully indifferent”. “You don’t know how many times I’ve had the weather of the coming week told to me in one night”, you exclaim, failing to notice the small smile tugging at Beomgyu’s lips. 
“I could tell you the weather two hundred years from now if you so wished”, he smirked, “bet none of those men can”. You roll your eyes despite the smile playing on your lips, “I fear you put them at a great disadvantage”. 
Beomgyu glances at you, his gaze lingering for longer than a moment before returning to the road, “don’t know what you’re talking about, princess”. 
The sun has already begun to set as the carriage leaves the main road and travels off to a smaller and narrower path. The trees grow higher, closer, darker. The air shifts from a warm night breeze to a cold frosty one, it makes you shiver. 
“We should be there soon”, you comment as you glance toward Beomgyu, his gaze fixed on the road as he leads the horses carefully through the narrow path. The carriage squeaks and rattles behind you in a most unsettling way. 
You pull your bare arms around yourself in an attempt to warm up. The thought of not making it to the witch’s house before dark made you uneasy as every turn only led you to more trees and you dwelled deeper into the forest. 
An arm wraps around your figure, making you jump slightly. “Shoulda brought a jacket, princess”, Beomgyu says as his hand rubs your forearm. Wide eyes travel from his hand on your arm, to his face, he looks as if nothing, eyes focused on something far in the distance. 
“That it?” he asks as a small house comes into vision. You follow his gaze, the cottage was old and worn down. The windowsills had lost almost all of its blues and vines climbed their way along the cobbled stoned walls. The garden was overgrown and the once small sign was barely readable. Yet you could make out the small font, “Endora Wright”, engraved in the peeled wood. 
Taking in a deep breath you nod, “indeed it is, now we’re just missing the witch herself”.
A/N ─ hiii! this chapter is a lot shorter, I apologise but I want the next chapter to be centred around the witch's hut and the events taking place there, hence the abrupt ending!
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I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.
DIET BACKFIRED
I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.
I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.
Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”
“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”
“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.
“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.
After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.
“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.
“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.
“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.
“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.
Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”
After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.
Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.
“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”
I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.
Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”
In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.
“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.
“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”
“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”
Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.
As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.
“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.
“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”
“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.
“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”
“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.
“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.
I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”
Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.
“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.
“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”
“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”
“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.
I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.
Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.
I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.
I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.
“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.
“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’
My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”
“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”
“But why would you -”
“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.
“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”
“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.
I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”
“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.
“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.
“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”
“And what have you discovered?”
“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.
“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”
“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”
I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?
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MINI SKIRT
↳ eleven : oh fuck
wc : 1759 [say the name?]
warnings : profanity. flirting.
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Your entire body cringed as the door to your apartment opened with an obnoxious creak, eyes closing in defeat as loud footsteps raced towards you.
“Where are you going?” Your mom was the most obvious person in the world, her challenging eyebrow-raising at you as she looked you up and down.
“I’m going to the store, we need more pecans!” You were quick to answer, nodding your head in approval as you silently gave yourself a pat on your back for not stammering.
Usually, your mom wouldn’t question your statement, your love for pecans being a known fact to your entire family. But that wasn’t the case right now, her doubtful mind coming up with her own ideas as she observed your outfit.
“Dressed like that?” You gasped in offence, your left hand coming up to rest on your chest as you stared at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” You both looked down at your clothes, you obviously saw nothing wrong with it and continued, “It’s so cute? It’s my favourite skirt too.”
Your mom tutted out loud, rolling her eyes at your innocent expression. “It is cute, but isn’t it too much for just the grocery store?” Relief replaced your blood as it flowed throughout your body, a breath leaving your lungs as your newfound self-doubt faded.
“Mom, I can never be overdressed. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet my soulmate.” You winked at her, a wide smile growing on your face as she giggled in response, nodding her head as she advanced towards you.
“I hope you do, I can’t stand Mrs. Shen always trying to set you up with her son.” She once again rolled her eyes, her delicate hands smoothing out your hair as she scowled at the remembrance of the constant proposals.
“My hair took so long to do, please don’t mess it up!” You whined, trying to hold down your smile as your mom clicked her tongue at you in a warning. “I’ll do what I want, I’m the mom here.”
You both shared one more parting smile before you left the apartment, head nodding at whatever your mom started shouting down the hall toward you. No matter how old you got, she never failed to remind you not to talk to strangers.
You walked with a small skip in your step, hair bouncing behind you as your feet travelled the familiar route. Your head nodded back and forth with the music blasting in your ears, your steps matching the beat.
After your parents' arrival, and a long conversation where you tried your best to convince them that you were, in fact, not imagining things, your mom convinced your dad to turn back on your card.
He was quick to listen to her, but of course, he only did so after making a deal with you. It wasn’t very hard for him to uphold his side, but it was nearly impossible for you.
Due to your busy schedule, which consisted of your classes and late nights spent in your fabric room, it was nearly impossible for you to get a job. You’ve had a few within the past few years, your high school years being filled with long shifts at your night job.
But ever since you’ve attended college, it seemed like an opportunity that was bound to fail. This is why when you agreed straight away, it came as a shock to both your parents.
Your father proposed that he would give you back all privileges of your card, as long as you got a job. He didn’t care what job, or which hours you worked, he didn’t care about anything other than the confirmation that you’d gotten a job.
In return, he’d allow you to choose your own career. Your entire life your parents tried keeping you out of the public’s eye, begging you to keep your face away from all social media outlets.
The students at your school were quick to learn about your association with them but you knew it’d never get further from there. The general public didn’t necessarily come searching for your parents' family, the boundaries being set from a very early age.
They disapproved of your dream from a young age, their desire to keep you safe overpowering any chance of support. Your love for fashion began before you could walk, your chubby hands grabbing whatever shiny thing was in your reach.
You’d spent hours locked in your room as you drew outfit after outfit, fingertips bleeding as the sharp needles poked you through the fabrics woven in your hands.
They knew of your dream long before you did, it was evident from the look in your eyes the second you saw your creations come to life with your creativity.
The spark in your eyes never faded, only brightening with age. Which explains the way your eyes glimmered as the Prada store came into view, pupils dilating as the sunlight reflected through the glass, the pretty purses barely viable.
As soon as you neared the door the headphones from on top of your head made its way around you neck, securing its spot.
The loud, but familiar, bell rang as you opened the door. The staff turned their heads towards you, expressionist lighting up as they recognized you. “Yn! I was surprised when you didn’t come yesterday, I was looking forward to seeing you.” One of the younger employees came running to you, a cute smile on his face.
“I can’t come every day, Sakuya” You teasingly scolded him, a fake pout replacing his smile as he glared at you. His anger didn’t last long as he seemed to remembered something, leaning onto his tippy toes as he mentioned for you to come closer.
“An idol is here!” He whispered excitedly in your ear, small giggles leaving his lips as he watched the way your jaw dropped. “Really?” You whispered back in the same volume, the amused boy in front of you nodding fast in response.
“He’s over by the glasses, he’s been standing there for like ten minutes! It’s like he’s waiting for someone?” You tried to look over the boy's shoulder, a loud sound of panic leaving his lips as he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still.
“Don’t look! What if he sees you and falls in love with you instead of the person he’s waiting to meet?” You laughed at his words, eyes softening as you gave his shoulder a small squeeze. “Then we fall in love!” You walked around him, ignoring the way he gasped at your shameless words.
“Wow, she really just…” The younger boy trailed off in shock, shaking his head as he realized that he should’ve known what you’d respond with. If someone made an article about confidence, Sakuya had no doubt that you’d be the cover.
Jake stood anxiously in front of the glasses, his eyes dancing between random pairs as his hope faded. He’d been here for about thirty minutes, arriving right after their afternoon practice in hopes of seeing you once again.
A quiet cough caused Jake to spin on his heels, his eyes meeting yours as he came face to face with you. “Hey, we seem to have a knack for meeting at the sunglasses, don’t we?” Jake stood silent as you initiated the conversation, your smooth voice melting into velvet as it reached his ears.
You bit your lip to contain yourself as you watched your affect reach Jake, his eyes once again stopping to stare at your skirt. You had purposely picked your favourite one, remembering the way he had reacted to a similar article at your last meeting.
Perhaps it was a bit delusional to assume you’d see him again. But it was a delusion that was proved right the second Sakuya mentioned an idol in their store, your plans falling right into place.
“Jake?” His head snapped up to yours, red blushing across the apples of his cheeks as he nimbly nodded at your words. “I think it’s fate that we met here again. You must know a lot about it, after all, you sing the song.” Jake gave you an amused smile as your words struck adoration deep in his heart, the knowledge of you knowing his music causing an unexpected reaction.
“I think it’s safe to say that I know it best” Jake felt his confidence rise as he saw the way you mirrored his behaviour, “after all, I came here at the same time as you. I must know something.” He held onto the final syllable for a few seconds as his flirtatious words played small violins in your ears, throwing your words back at you.
“I suppose you do, I wouldn’t want to meet anyone else but you.” Jake wasn’t the only one who knew how to flirt, though your experience has been much different than his.
“Oh really?” Jake mused, his shoulder pressing against the jacket rack as he leaned his body to the side, crossing his feet in front of him as his hands did the same at his chest.
“Mhm, even wore my prettiest skirt for you” You did a small courtesy, chest staying lowered as you looked up at him through your lashes. Jake grew shy at your words, his head turning away from yours as he glanced around the almost empty store.
“Really? I should’ve known, you truly do look stunning in it.” Jake stood up straight, his shoulders squaring as he looked down at you with a certain smile. “Let me buy you another to show my thanks”
“Your thanks?” You slyly quirked an eyebrow at him, lips gently gutting out as his words processed in your head.
Jake nodded, his hands tucking into his pockets as he began walking towards the bottom section, “to thank you for blessing me with the sight of the prettiest girl wearing the prettiest skirt.”
it was your cheeks that were now turning red, eyes staring at the taller man’s back as you followed him. Your heels quietly clicked against the ground as you neared him, hand brushing against his as you caught up. “Don’t I deserve more than a thank you? How about…” You trailed off, finger gently tapping against your lip as you pretended to think, “Your number?” you shamelessly smiled up at him, you awaited his response.
Maybe Sakyua was right, you truly did belong on the cover of the confidence magazine.
“I suppose you do deserve more, how about my number and a new skirt?”
“Deal”
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a/n : we have an influencer coming into my work today, i’m lowkey nervous because we have no idea who she is. i don’t think i could even name one canadian influencer?? i work 8hrs today so hopefully she comes during my shift bcuz i’m nosy lol ANYWAYSSS, who’s smoother? jake or yn?
SYNOPSIS ⮕ You know Jake Sim and you love Prada, it was already a perfect combination. You just happened to always be in the same place as him, at the same time. And that place just happened to be the Prada store. It’s not your fault that your Prada collection expands as your interactions grow. Especially not considering that Jake couldn’t stop himself from fawning over you (and your mini skirts).
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Sub!Steve Harrington x dom!fem reader
I was a little nervous about this one because it’s different than the typical dynamic I’d write, but I ended up having a lot of fun with it! I’ve written more for them, it won’t be so much of a chronological series, more a collection of one shots that can be read in any order about this version of Steve and reader
18+ (minors dni) - established relationship with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected piv, edging, oral (m receiving), rimming, spit kink, mention of spanking, description of injury, alcohol and smoking mentions, praise kink, use of cock cage, I’ve tried to keep reader descriptions to a minimum but there is mention of wearing make up and a dress
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The bright lights around your vanity mirror illuminate your face, a warm glow that has the shimmer on your eyelids sparkling. You take your time swiping on a thick smear of lip gloss, moving without hurry as you replace the cap and reach for your perfume.
You’ve been dragging it out deliberately. Knowing that Steve was currently waiting in the living room. No doubt sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing with anticipation. He’d been a little whiny this evening, impatient. Not eager to get to the party. No, he was just keen to get it over with, wanting to skip ahead to what comes after.
But you do love to torture him. So you’d made him get ready first, leaving him no choice but to wait for you.
Rising from the plush velvet stool you adjust the hem of your dress, tugging the tight material down into place. It was almost indecently short, but hey, you had pantyhose on, so you weren’t about to have any embarrassing flashing moments. Not that Steve would mind in the slightest.
You make your way downstairs and into the living room, heels dangling by the straps between your fingers.
Steve isn’t on the couch. He’s padding across the living room carpet, one hand tugging at the neck of his T-shirt, the other occasionally fiddling with the front of his jeans, like he’s trying to rearrange and make himself more comfortable.
No chance of that though.
As you step into the room his head raises. He ceases his pacing, jaw falling slack as hazel eyes roam across your body. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way he looks at you. Like you’re a decadent feast, and he’s been starving.
“Close your mouth baby. Wouldn’t want you to drool all down your shirt.” You tease.
Steve gulps, a delicate flush spreading across his cheeks.
“Y-you look pretty.” He says, voice already hoarse. Bless him.
“Thank you.” You say with a smile, dropping to sit on the couch.
“Help me put my heels on?”
“Yeah. Of course.” He nods eagerly. He makes it two steps across the room before your disappointed tut stops him in his tracks.
“You know better than that Stevie.”
God, you love how flustered he gets when you talk to him like this. Blush deepening, the tips of his ears turning red.
“Sorry.” He says quickly. Dropping to his knees and crawling across the floor until he’s resting at your feet. Hands laid flat on his thighs. Waiting for permission to touch.
“Good boy. Here you go.” You purr. You don’t miss the way his breath hitches at the praise.
He takes the heels from you, his hands shaking just a little as they wrap around one ankle at a time, slipping your feet into the Mary Janes and fastening the buckle.
“Is that okay? Not too tight?”
“That’s perfect baby. Thank you.”
Steve’s eyelids flutter as your palm cups his warm cheek, his head tilting to nuzzling into your touch.
“Colour?” You whisper.
“Green.” He confirms.
“Yeah? You’re not uncomfortable?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Steve says, just an edge of that bitchiness coming through. Sometimes he just can’t help himself. He shuffles on his knees.
“But I’m good. I - I like it.” He admits.
Your heart swells with pride.
“I’m glad to hear it. Let’s get going.” You grin, patting his cheek lightly.
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The party is busier than you expected. Eddie had sworn it wouldn’t be a rager, but from the number of bodies crowded into his small apartment, and from the thumping of the bass emanating from his expensive speakers you know he’ll definitely be getting complaints from the neighbours tomorrow.
You take hold of Steve’s hand, keeping him close as you snake through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen. You help yourself to a Coke, pouring one for Steve too. You’re not drinking tonight. You have plans that require you both to remain sober.
The same can’t be said for Robin.
She catches sight of you both from across the room, squealing so loud you can hear her over the blaring music. She makes her way clumsily to you, knocking into a few disgruntled party goers with little shame. Her arms are thrown around your neck and you pull her in for a tight hug, smelling whisky on her breath when she bellows in your ear.
“M’so glad you’re here! What took you guys so long?!”
“This one had to get his hair perfect.” You lie, nodding your head to Steve.
Robin scoffs, swaying a little in her heeled boots. You keep one hand on her arm to steady her.
“Steve!” She squeals, throwing herself at him for his own hug.
“Come dance with me!”
“I don’t know Rob..” Steve protests weakly.
“No, you definitely should. Go dance with Robin honey.” You grin. You just get time to press a sticky kiss to his cheek before Robin’s dragging him away into the crowd.
Leaning back against the counter, you sip your drink as you watch Steve awkwardly sway out of time, while Robin throws herself around to the music. You can’t help but giggle. He was usually an enthusiastic dancer, but you could forgive him for feeling a little out of sorts tonight.
“Jesus, Steve looks tense. Has he got a stick up his ass?”
You jump at the low voice in your ear, having been too distracted to notice Eddie sliding into place beside you.
“No, nothing’s up his ass. Not tonight anyway.” You grin.
Eddie cocks his head, looking intrigued.
“No? So what exactly have you done to my poor friend to make him look so pent up?”
You tut and roll your eyes.
“Nothing worse than anything you’ve ever done Munson.”
The boy barks a laugh, throwing his head back and revealing a row of pearly teeth.
“Well you did learn from the best.” He says smugly.
You dig an elbow into his ribs to shut him up.
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Poor Steve lasts for a little over an hour. By then his patience is starting to wear thin. He seeks you out, finding you on Eddie’s balcony, the host and you leant against the railings as you each draw back on a cigarette.
He’s quick to crowd your space, pressing his face against your neck as his arms loop your waist.
“Missed you.” He whines.
“I just saw you a few minutes ago baby.” You reply, running your free hand through his hair.
“Aren’t you gonna say hi to Eddie? You don’t want to be rude do you?”
Steve pulls his face free, cheeks turned beetroot.
“Hey Ed.” He says with a small smile.
“Hey Stevie.”
Eddie’s smile flashes dangerously, like a predator baring its fangs.
In moments like this the usual boyish banter between them is lost. Eddie so easily slipping into a different headspace, relishing in teasing his friend just to watch him squirm.
“You being a good boy?” Eddie asks as he flicks the butt of his cigarette over the balcony’s edge.
“Y-yes.” Steve stammers. He looks to you for confirmation.
“He is.” You nod.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Have fun.” Eddie says with a wink. He claps Steve on the shoulder as he passes to head back into the party.
Left alone, Steve is back on you in a second. Pushing you firmly against the railings and smushing his lips to yours in frantic kisses. He whines when you keep your lips sealed tight, only allowing him chaste presses when you know he wants to lick into your mouth.
“Hey! Stevie, you were being so good. Calm down.”
Your tone is firm but still warm. That soothing voice that turns the boy to putty in your hands.
“M’sorry.” He grumbles.
“It’s okay. You want to get out of here?”
Steve nods so rapidly it’s a wonder his neck doesn’t snap.
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He behaves exceptionally in the car, keeping his hands to himself as you focus on the drive.
Once you make it back home you lace his fingers with your own, walking slowly up the garden path, like you have all the time in the world. Steve squeezes your hand, a silent plea to hurry up that you won’t pay any attention to.
When you make it inside he stands awkwardly in the hallway. Waiting for instruction.
“Colour?” You ask for the second time that night.
“Green.” Comes his whispered reply.
“Okay. Go upstairs. Get undressed and lay on the bed. Do not touch yourself.” You instruct.
Steve audibly gulps.
“Yes ma’am.”
He turns to bound up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
You kick off your heels by the front door, stretching out your sore toes in the plush carpet. Heading into the kitchen you retrieve a couple of snacks from the cupboard and fill two glasses of water. Above your head the floorboards creak, Steve moving around the bedroom. Getting himself ready for your arrival.
You climb the stairs slowly. Knowing that with each footstep Steve hears his heart will be beating quicker and quicker. Bumping your hip against the door to swing it open you cross into the bedroom.
Steve’s clothes have been shed, neatly folded and placed in a pile atop your vanity stool. He knows you hate when he tosses them carelessly to the floor. He’s followed your instructions to the letter, tan body spread out on the crisp white sheets, hands trembling where they lay at his sides.
“Don’t you look pretty.” You coo.
“Thank you.” Steve whispers.
You feel his eyes on you as you walk to the bedside table, placing the snacks and glasses there for later. You round back to the bottom of the bed, staring down at the boy who’s doing his best not to squirm.
You could devote hours to just looking at Steve.
Plump rosy lips and thick sweeping lashes, so feminine in contrast to the square angle of his jaw, his strong nose and thick brows. His broad chest the perfect place to lay your head, your cheeks tickled by the dark curls that sprout there. Some evenings you’ll sneak a hand up under his shirt to stroke slowly over the silky hairs, an action that’s as soothing for you as it is him. Other nights you choose to grip them between you fingers and pull, fingers tweaking meanly at his nipples until they turn from pink to red.
Steve hates his stomach. It’s softer now than in his high school heydays. Still firm muscle beneath, but a layer over the top that refuses to budge no matter how many hours he spends in the gym. You love it. Spend extra time there, pressing kisses to his soft skin, nuzzling your nose against the trail of hair beneath his belly button.
Your eyes continue their burning path down. Steve’s cock would usually be slapped against his stomach now, swollen to full length, the girth just the right side of too much.
Tonight is different. Not because he isn’t turned on. You can tell he is, painfully so, by the quiet whimpers that escape his lips, the way his hips twitch.
But the cage that’s settled over him prevents him from getting hard.
The straps stretch over his hips, hugging close but not tight enough to cut in or leave a mark, you’d made sure of it. The cage itself is small, smooth black plastic, his length only just fitting inside. It strains against the confines, head flushed red and weeping. The sight has your mouth watering.
“Does it hurt?” You ask.
“A little. Yes.” Steve replies breathlessly.
You hum a small sympathetic sound, tilting your head as you take a step closer, your knees pressing against the edge of the mattress.
“Yeah? Poor baby, I’m so mean to you aren’t I?”
Steve shakes his head. Eyes wide with doe like innocence.
“You’re not mean. You’re so good to me.” He insists.
You can’t fight back the grin that spreads across your face. Trailing a finger lightly along the inside of Steve’s thigh, you watch as his hips continue to twitch. He’s trying so hard not to arch into your touch.
“I’m mean to you sometimes. But you like it, don’t you?”
Your tone is teasing, but there’s a little bit of vulnerability beneath it. You always wanted his reassurance that he liked what you did together.
“I love it.” Steve sighs.
“I love you.”
“I love you too baby.” You smile.
“You’ve been so good all night. I think you deserve a reward don’t you?”
Steve’s face lights up. He nods eagerly, raising his hips.
You laugh, pushing him back down to the bed.
“Did you think I was gonna take it off?”
“I… I - are you not?” He whispers.
“Not just yet.”
When you sink to your knees Steve sucks in a sharp breath. You pat his legs, a wordless instruction to shuffle down that he follows instantly. His ass is right at the edge of the mattress, thighs still spread. You run your palms along the inside of the firm muscles, warm skin and silky fine hairs beneath your fingers.
“Legs up.” You murmur.
Steve makes a strangled sound, like a choked back whine. He gets so embarrassed when you put him on display like this, still a little bit of fight in the back of his mind, unsure if he should like it as much as he does. Still, he does as he’s told, taking hold of the backs of his knees and pulling upwards. You reward him with gentle kisses to the back of his thighs, letting your lower lip drag against him.
Inching closer to your target, the kisses turn wetter, loud smacks against his skin, a glistening trail left in your wake. You glance up to Steve’s face and find him tomato red, struggling to maintain the eye contact you demand.
When your tongue peaks past your lips to swirl over him Steve loses his composure. A guttural groan rumbling in his throat, his head falling back against the mattress with a thud. You smirk as you continue, licking at him in long slow stripes. Like an ice cream cone on a scorching summers day.
Steve’s thighs tremble, hands readjusting to keep his grip, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s squeezing himself. His moans and whimpers are a constant stream now, increasing in volume with each pass of your tongue.
“I love how loud you get for me. You feeling good Stevie?” You ask, nipping your teeth into the back of one thigh, hard enough to leave a bruise in the shape of your mouth.
“Y-yes! So good honey. Th-thank you.” He stammers.
After leaving a matching imprint of your teeth on the other thigh, you turn your attention to Steve’s heavy sack, swollen and full. Burying your nose against the warm skin, breathing in his musk and sucking hard enough to make him whine.
“Oh my god, your mouth! Fuck.” Steve gasps. His voice is so different when he’s like this. A soft lilt, a little nasal when he gets overwhelmed with the pleasure. He looks down at you with pupils blown wide, a haziness in them that only you get to see.
“S’all yours Stevie.” You murmur.
“Mine. All mine. And - shit! M’yours. I’m all yours.” He babbles.
“Yeah? You belong to me?” You ask breathlessly.
“I do. I do, I belong to you. Only want you.”
Tears are already beginning to form in his eyes.
You shush him softly. Peppering kisses up over his sack until you reach the smooth plastic of the cage, warmed by his body heat. You kiss him there too, tongue poking through the slats to lick at his soft cock, swallowing down the beads that leak from his slit.
Steve’s hands release his legs, but he keeps them raised to his chest. Instead he chooses to fist the bed sheets, gripping the fabric and twisting furiously. You know he’s resisting the urge to grab your hair, hold your head in place. You’d tell him he was so good if your mouth wasn’t already occupied.
You spend an eternity teasing him. The head of his cock is now almost purple with want, and he hisses through his teeth each time your tongue dances over his slit. The taste of his pre floods your mouth. It’s bitter, not that you care in the slightest. It feels like the sweetest treat to know that you’re the one doing this to him. The only one who ever gets to have him like this.
Each pitiful whimper from Steve goes straight to your core. You know beneath the layers of nylon and lace you’re soaked, cunt fluttering much like your tongue that continues to edge him.
“Please baby. Oh! Please.” Steve whines. His voice breaks on a sob. Glancing up you find the first few drops beginning to spill past his lashes, tiny diamonds glinting on his flushed cheeks.
“Oh honey.” You coo, heart swelling with pride like every time you bring him to tears. When you break down his walls and have him totally at your mercy.
“Let’s take this off.” You say softly, fingers working quickly but carefully to release him. Steve sniffs, weak little “thank you”s whispered in reverence.
He gasps when you finally pull the cage away. It takes just seconds for his body to discover its newfound freedom, cock hardening and bobbing up against his happy trail. Still so red, and still dripping, you can practically see it throb with want.
“That’s better isn’t it?” You purr. Steve doesn’t appear to hear you. Eyes spacey as he stares down at his length like he’s seeing it for the first time.
A sharp pinch to his inner thigh has him yelping, skin instantly reddening under the pressure of your nails.
“Answer me.” You demand.
“Y-yes! It’s better. Fuck - thank you.” Steve gasps.
With a devilish grin you release his flesh, rubbing soothing circles over the spot that will surely bruise. Steve really was a peach, his skin so often bearing the marks of your love for him. Bright watercolour splashes of crimson that faded to delicate purples and blues. Your own little masterpiece.
Pushing up from the bed, you hurry to remove your clothing. Too impatient now to follow your own rules; Steve was naked and you needed to be too. Your pantyhose end up tossed carelessly over your shoulder, dress and underwear soon following.
Steve’s breath stutters in his chest when you climb onto the bed, straddling his hips but hovering high enough that he can’t touch you where he wants to. Not that he would without permission. He knows better than that.
His cock is burning hot in your hand when you wrap a fist around him. He’s wet enough without any assistance, his pre providing a smooth glide. You still purse your lips, letting a long line of saliva drop slowly down. You know how much Steve likes it. Always staring up at you with those dark mossy eyes, mouth open and tongue out, begging for a taste of you.
He’s hissing through his teeth again, brows contorted while he watches you stroke him. You’re slow about it. He probably thinks you’re teasing him again, but if anything this was for his own benefit. He looks about ten seconds away from losing it.
“You have such a pretty cock Stevie.” You smirk. Still working over him with one hand, the other tracing lightly over his stomach, thin pink lines left behind by your nails.
“Could just sit here and play with it for hours.”
Steve lets out a broken moan.
“No, p-please.” He whines.
“No? You don’t want me to touch you?”
Your hand pulls away from him, and he thumps his fists against the mattress.
“Don’t be bratty.” You spit.
“I’m just doing what you asked.”
Steve shakes his head furiously, more tears spilling.
“M’not. I’m not a brat, I’m good. I’ll be so good, please. Just want - I want you.” He begs.
And you’re just a sucker for it. All this control you had over him, and yet the reality was that you were the one wrapped around Steve’s finger. Every time he begs and pleads so pretty you’re powerless to resist him.
Taking him back in hand you lower your hips, guiding his head to your entrance. It’s burns like always when you start to sink, a stretch that makes goosebumps erupt across your skin and searing flames lick up your spine. Gritting your teeth, you continue to lower yourself until he’s fully sheathed inside.
“Oh! That’s it.” You groan.
“Always so perfect f’me.”
Steve keens at the praise. Fingers clutching at the sheets, body trembling as he fights the urge to thrust up into your heat.
You begin a sedate pace. Slow rolls of your hips, rising up to have half of his length slipping out before you sink back down. Each press has his cock nudging the spot inside you that lights your body on fire, pleasure engulfing you as Steve cries out your name. One hand squeezes his hip possessively, nails pressing crescent moons into his skin. The other fumbles to find your clit, fingers working in steady circles over the bud as you ride him for your own pleasure.
Steve is babbling now. Almost nonsensical, you pick out the disjointed praises and pleas as they fall from his lips.
“Fuck! Oh m’god, honey. That’s - it’s so -“
He chokes himself off with a sob. You feel the shudder of his body beneath you, catch his eyes rolling back in his skull before the flood of warmth fills you.
“What the - did you just cum?” You gasp.
Steve still convulses with the aftershocks, eyes glassy and wet when he stares up at you.
“M’sorry. I’m sorry I’msosorryi’msorry.” He slurs.
You huff out a frustrated sigh, halting your movements as your own impending orgasm diminishes from a roaring flame to a simmering heat.
“You know you’re supposed to ask for permis- oof!”
In one swift movement Steve switches your positions, throwing you onto your back as he climbs over you. The unexpected motion has his cock slipping free, but before you can even voice your displeasure at the loss he’s slamming back in with vigour. Rough hands clutching your hips as he thrusts in deep harsh strokes, not giving himself a chance to get soft.
“Steve! Y-you’re breaking all the rules!”
Your admonishment lacks its bite, the deep curve of your spine betraying you as Steve fuels the fire of your release once again. Each slam of his hips against yours is clumsy, too focused on force to find any kind of rhythm. You’re shunted up the mattress with each thrust, until you have to reach a hand blindly above you to push back against the headboard, the only thing stopping your skull from colliding with the wood.
“I’m sorry. S’just too good, you feel too good baby. I can’t help it.” Steve whimpers. His hair is wild, damp at the roots, the perfectly styled strands now falling limply across his forehead. You push them back, tugging harshly until his neck is strained, flushed ruby red and veins pulsing teasingly below the surface.
“I should - fuck! I should turn your ass black and blue for this.” You gasp out.
It’s an empty threat, you know it. Maybe tomorrow you’d punish him for his transgressions, his lack of control. But right now you’re losing your own. Fucked dumb by the boy who’s currently pushing your knees up by your ears, twisting you like a pretzel in an attempt to get as deep as possible.
Steve’s leaning over you, so close that when he nods his forehead bumps your own.
“Yeah. I deserve it. I’m sorry.” He whines.
He’s so pretty like this. All flushed and a little sweaty, eyes round and vacant, bitten lips in a soft pout as he pants above you.
His lips. You realise then you haven’t kissed him. Steve sees you staring at his mouth.
“Please.” He begs.
He’s in no position to be making demands. Luckily for him, you both want the same thing. You feel you might die if you don’t get his lips on yours now.
You tug him down by his neck. It’s messy and clumsy, he’s like a teenager being kissed for the first time. Too much tongue, teeth clacking, lewd clicks of spit and hurried gasps for air.
It’s perfect.
Steve’s mewling with the sensitivity, his furious pace never faltering. You bite down on his bottom lip when he gets you there, tasting pennies on your tongue as you cum. The vice like grip of your cunt is too much and Steve cums again. Ceasing the bucking of his hips he opts to press in hard, a dirty grind as he fills you, leaving no space between your bodies. Two melding into one.
He’s still sniffling as he comes down. Face buried in the crook of your neck, hands squeezing your waist like he’s afraid to let go.
You run your fingers through his hair, a far gentler touch than the mean tugging from earlier.
“M’sorry I was bad.” He mumbles sadly against your chest.
“Shh. Don’t be silly baby. You’re so good all the time, you’re gonna have slip ups here and there.” You say softly.
“You’re still my best boy. I love you.”
Steve raises his head, the sight of his tear stained cheeks making your chest ache.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I love you so much.” You smile. Thankfully, he returns the gesture.
“I love you too.”
Steve’s voice is so soft after. Small, and quiet. You know how much it takes it out of him, letting himself be vulnerable in the way he is with you. He needs it. That release, those moments to get out of his head. But it can still take its toll.
You’re always there to make it better. Showering him with sweet praises, reassuring him that he’s deserving of love, of care, of being treated like he’s special. Because he is.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Steve whispers. He’s pouting, looking up at you with his best puppy dog eyes, as though the idea saddens him. You’re not stupid. You can see him through like glass, hear the hopeful edge to his voice. It’s not much of a punishment if he’s eager for it.
“No baby.” You reply, smirking at the way Steve’s brows droop, his sad little face becoming more genuine.
“It’s late. We should get cleaned up and rest. But -“ you tug meanly at Steve’s hair, a quiet gasp escaping his lips.
“Don’t think you’re getting off lightly. You broke two rules tonight. I’ll just have to find a more creative way to punish you tomorrow.”
Steve’s expression is a picture. A mix of fear and arousal, he gulps and blinks owlishly.
“L-like what?” He whispers. You laugh.
“Oh honey. That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
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rosedom · 2 days
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Why am I sending you thoughts when I have my own blog where I can write them? Irrelevant question it's because you could write it better than me anyways
I'm down so fucking bad for Kaveh literally constantly 25/8 he's on my mind he'd be so SO GOOD and so sweet and just an angel, I know it in my heart of hearts he'd be SUCH!! A good boy! And in my heart of hearts I also know he would be a Very Big Fan of being called a good boy! Because that's what he is and yes, tell him so he deserves it!! But all I can think about in my dirty little brain is eating him out nice n' slow, savoring it, savoring him, and he's almost in tears because he can feel how much you love him and how much you're putting in but it's just barely not enough and he's been so close for what feels like hours and he's so close to begging but he opens his mouth to whine and he gets maybe half a syllable out before he clamps his mouth shut again and you're like ??? and you pause to look up at him because hey whats up but he shakes his head and tries to push your head back down but you resist and tell him no, really, whats up are you okay? and he just gasps out, voice wrecked, "Want- more, wanted more but 'mnot gonna ask, 'm a good boy, promise I'm your good boy, I can take- I wanna take what you give me, please, just- keep going, please?"
hehe hope you enjoy Rosey <33
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ngghh yes !! yes yes 10x yes !!!
kaveh's so bold, in every way—outside, inside. he is the light of kshahrewar and he knows it; but in bed, with you, he can't seem to fully grapple how he is your good boy. you have to change that immediately, don't you?
and what better way to do that then to get him at his most vulnerable—your tongue lapping at his cunt, his chubby cock sat right in the soft dip of it.
saying, "of course you're my good boy," right as you lick at the hot jut of his cock. "you're always, always my good boy." each praise, each lick—it all sends zaps up his spine, and it makes him writhe.
also, there's simply no way that you'd leave kaveh with that doubt; he can ask—he can ask and ask and ask, and he'll get it, with you. "anything you want, sweetheart, i'll give you it.
don't hide that pretty voice of yours either—for me?" for me? because kaveh'll have to understand that this is something you get off on, too. pls pls give him as many orgasms as he wants, 'til his pretty brains melt out of his pretty head.
his cunt n' cock will both be a ruddy-red mess on your lips, and so too will his cheeks be a puffy pink from the thick trails of tears running down them . . . begging and dacryphilia, i love u <3
i enjoyed this SO much, omg. pls pls write !! use ur account !! i will follow u !! please do not compare urself to me—u have the same capabilities as i do. u will never grow if u don't try !!
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hobbylobbyy · 1 day
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Okay! How about a Lucifer x male (or gn if you’re more comfortable) reader in a platonic fic? Reader is like a servant who helps Lucifer through depresso days
A/N: This sounds like a really nice friendship dynamic, I’m rlly happy I get to write it!
Also btw you’re an imp for the sake of not knowing what a duck is
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Coping Methods
Summary: It’s been a few months since Lilith left Lucifer and he’s been taking it about as well as you think he would. He can barely get out of bed until you manage to coax him into a fun activity to ease his mind.
Platonic Lucifer x Male!Reader
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Nobody expected Lilith to leave. Maybe that’s what made it worse when she did.
She didn’t leave anything behind either, not her clothes, not her shoes, not even a single letter.
Every being in that castle fell into a deep depression, it just felt so gloomy without her there. Though, it hit the Morningstar’s the hardest.
Charlie had moved out nearly a month after Lilith’s disappearance, claiming she wanted to find herself and have her own independence rather than rely on her father for the rest of her life.
Lucifer, however, barely even left the castle, let alone his own room. Very few people were allowed near him at the time, only his personal servants, and you just happened to be one of them.
Today was one of those days where Lucifer couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed, so you found yourself outside his door, hesitating to knock.
You couldn’t deny that you were terrified, but you had to make sure the king was okay, it was your duty as one of his personal servants.
You took a moment to collect yourself before knocking a few times.
It took a moment before he answered, “Who is it..?” The way he sounded so fragile almost broke apart of you, not once in your thousands of years of working for him have you heard him sound so vulnerable.
“It’s me, sir.” You replied, twiddling with your thumbs.
The door creaked open with a blur of golden magic, no doubt his own.
You stepped in and closed the door behind you, knowing that he’d prefer if nobody saw him in this state.
“Why are you here?” He asked, not looking at you as he curled into a ball on his humongous bed.
“Nobody has seen or heard from you all day, sir,” You started, making your way over to the edge of his bed but not daring to step any closer, both out of respect for him and fear for your safety, “We needed to know that you were still alive.”
“Alright, well, you’ve seen it now, haven’t you?” He asked rhetorically, “Just leave and take the day off for all I care, I-I just want to sit here for a little bit.”
“Sir..” You started, keeping your voice firm, “As your servant, I respect all your wishes, but as your friend… I will have to deny you this one.”
Before he could respond, you continued going, “In fact, I’m going to have to request that you stand up for me” you knew you were definitely going to get in trouble for this, whether by him or by one of your superiors.
“A-Are you trying to command the king of hell?” He asked, “You are nothing but my servant, I.. I don’t have many friends right now..”
You weren’t going to stop so soon though, your persistence was what got you this job in the first place, “Sir, I’m not trying to command you, I am just asking that you at least sit up and look at me”
It took him a second but he groaned in defeat as if he was a small child. He sat up, letting you see just how much he’d been crying. His hair which was usually neat was now a mess of curls and his face seemed redder than usual.
“I’ve done what you asked.. Is this all you wanted?” He asked.
“No, I actually wanted to request that you.. Uhm…” You had to think of an excuse for what you wanted to do first, “Could you accompany me to your workshop for a moment..? This is the only time I’ll ask you to do this, I just… N-Need to know where you’d like everything to go so I can clean!”
You commended yourself for being quick to think of an excuse, you knew how much the king liked his neatness.
“…There’s no need to clean it” Well, that stunned you.
“S-Sir?” You stuttered, “It definitely needs to be cleaned, just.. please?”
“I already know where everything is, just leave it be” Lucifer waved his hand dismissively before flopping back onto his bed, gripping a nearby pillow.
Well this won’t do. You needed him to get out of his bed. You needed him to actually do something.
“Sir, please, just accompany me to the workshop and I’ll leave you alone” You pleaded.
He sat still for a moment before shifting his head towards you, “…You’ll leave me alone for the rest of the week if I accompany you, do you hear me..?”
You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes sir! I-I can totally do that!” Not only did it give you an excuse to just do nothing for the rest of the week, your plan might actually work.
“Alright, just let me get ready first” He yawned as he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.
You quickly left the room for his privacy, as much as you loved your gracious king, you didn’t love him that much.
He left the room almost immediately, not having bothered to clean up his hair or the bags under his eyes. He knew that nobody in their right mind would point it out anyway.
“Just so you know.. I’m going to leave as soon as you’re done in there” Lucifer said.
“That’s alright with me, sir,” You flash a grin, “I’m just glad you got out of that messy room of yours”
“Watch it.” He rolls his eyes.
You chuckle softly as you approach his workshop, but you’re surprised once you open its doors.
The workshop that was usually a mess with his inventions and dreams and even dioramas of his theme park was now barren, only holding the pictures on the walls and his work bench.
“Wow, would you look at that..” Lucifer started, “Guess you don’t need me anymore, I mean, no mess to clean up!”
But you’re not gonna let him off the hook so easily.
“Uh, sir?” You smirked, “Could you at least spare me one request before I stop bothering you for the week?”
Lucifer groaned childishly, obviously not wanting to spend another moment out of the bed that he once shared with his love.
“Fine, fine, I guess it’s the least I could do since you so desperately wanted me over here” He conceded, walking with you to his workbench.
“So, what do you want?” He asked.
You grinned before pulling out some supplies from your pockets, “So, you know how made that thing on Earth before you fell? What was it called… Cuck..? I-I don’t know, but it made that quacking noise”
“A duck?” Lucifer cut you off.
“Ah, precisely!” You nodded.
“What.. What does that have anything to do with this?” He asked.
“Well, Mr. Lucifer, my request is that..” You paused for dramatic effect, “You recreate that! I wanna see what it looks like, and you seem to have pride in the fact that you made them, so maybe it’ll make you feel better!”
Lucifer paused for a moment before laughing. It might’ve been aimed at you rather than with you, but you’d gotten him to laugh at least.
“A-I’m sorry- Is that really all that you want me to do? Make a duck?” He said as the laughter died down.
“Yup! That’s what I want!” You nodded, making him chuckle once more.
“Alright, alright, fine” He sighed, “I’ll make you a duck, but then you let me wallow in self-pity, mkay?”
“Sounds fair!” You responded.
He didn’t say anything back to you as he started to work. You could see sparks flying as he melded metal together, shaping it into the form of a small creature.
“Pass me my yellow paint, would you?” He asked, pointing in the direction of his paints.
You hummed, grabbing his yellow paint for him and setting it down next to him on the table.
“Oh, and the black paint too” He said.
You huffed, “Couldn’t have told me that while I was getting the yellow?” But you got it for him regardless, wrapping your tail around it and ignoring the cold paint as it splashed on you when you brought it over.
He didn’t respond, too focused on painting it perfectly.
Then, the sparks and painting stopped, he smiled softly at his little creation.
“Here it is,” He said, picking it up with gentle hands, “This is what a duck looks like”
You looked at it in awe. It looked so.. cute. It looked so different from all the life in Hell, like it didn’t pose any threats at all.
You took a moment before nodding, “Alright, that’s uh… All I wanted” you smiled before standing up.
“I’ll lead you back to your room and you won’t have to worry about me for the rest of the week” You continued to speak before he cut you off.
“Actually…” He said, “Stay, I think I might need your help grabbing supplies for me while I make some more of these”
You took a moment to process what he said before your eyes lit up with excitement, “Really?!” You had actually been successful in getting the king to enjoy something!
“Really” He chuckled.
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A/N: I hope this lived up to your expectations. I noticed too late that the reader doesn’t really have a gender specified but I guess that just means you can depict them however you want to!
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dimdiamond · 1 day
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I have so many mixed feelings on Toshiro (aka Shuro).
Like he has the DADDY issues ever. Laios has too but Laios is in the opposite direction of "I'll never make my father proud, I can as well do my thing" while Toshiro is still trying to follow his father's wish and demands.
Like he couldn't care LESS about his servants. He doesn't treat them badly but he barely treats them. Does he even know their names? (Yes, it's because of daddy issues but at some point we have to stop accusing the parent and start to see our own faults)
Like he was just a boy who liked bugs and getting dirty. And then saw Falin who liked bugs and didn't mind getting dirty and thought "if I take her as my wife and my dad meets her and finds her interesting then maybe he will finally find me interesting too".
Like he showed more than necessary interest for another human being and he made it his whole character (oh, yeah, I'm the one who loves Falin, look how long I can go on sacrificing my needs for her SHUT UP YOU'RE DOING IT BECAUSE YOU FEEL GUILTY AND HOPELESS NOT FOR FALIN'S SAKE).
Like he had ONE person to find him interesting and he couldn't be sincerely thoughtful towards him. Yes, I know how it is to spend time with someone you find boring and have no connection but it is unfair to let the other be in the dark and I am the one who is in wrong here, not the other person, no matter how much they irritate me. Do I think Toshiro finally snapping and fighting with Laios is a good thing for both of them and their future friendship? Absolutely. Do I also find it cruel towards Laios? Absolutely, the boy becomes even more insecure after that, Toshiro could handle it better.
Yes, it is a cultural thing as well and I am aware Asians and, specifically for this character, Japanese have different approach in socialising and what is proper and acceptable, and I see how Laios and Toshiro show the clash between ignorant white man and Asian man that suffers from it, but we can't ignore that there are other Asian characters who don't act like him. Izutsumi? Rin? Heck, even Kabru could be considered! Others too! Even Toshiro's brothers and family! They're all different characters thar deal with their identity and their own trauma and experiences in their own way (and let's not forget they're not the focus of the story so we can't know everything about them or how they would react to everything or even their thoughts).
Could Toshiro be neurodivergent as well and had learnt to mask? It's very possible and it would make sense in many aspects of his character!
Is he a bad guy? No, of course not! Has he made mistakes? Many, of course! Has he shown good qualities? I doubt Laios party would consider him a friend if he hadn't and after his fight with Laios he gives the bell to Laios and still wants to help in whatever way he can.
As most of dunmeshi characters, he falls too close to reality and he gives me mixed feelings- even relating to him some times! But I can't deny the fact that, although an interesting character and rightfully liked by many fans, if I met someone like him irl I would dislike him.
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Fic: Never You (Penelope x Colin) - Part 5
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV show)
Spoilers: S3 released scenes.
Summary: They may have been friends once but his callous words decimated their relationship. Determined not to have anything to do with him, Penelope is ready to move on. But Colin isn’t giving up, not at all. Friends or not, they are connected for life - and he intends to remind her of that.
Excerpt:
“You would hate me for not wanting to court you. You would be that selfish?”
“Of course you would think that.”
“What else is this if not punishment?”
Masterlist (contains links to previous parts and my other stories)
Part 5
“Open the door this instant, Penelope!”
Hearing the banging on her door and her mama’s voice yelling from the other side, Penelope quickly put away her writing materials. The newest Lady Whistledown column sheet was almost ready. She had planned to complete it while Prudence and Portia were busy entertaining callers this afternoon only to be interrupted repeatedly. Irritated, she walked to the door and opened it, allowing Portia Featherington to barge in.
In her mother’s hands was a lovely bouquet of lilies which Portia placed on the nearby desk.
“The Bridgerton boy is here.” There was no mirth on Portia’s face, her striking eyes gleaming as she confronted Pen.
“Is he?”
“Which, I know, you’re already aware of because Mrs. Varley came up here to inform you.”
Pen kept her mouth shut.
“Is there a reason you turned down his invitation for a promenade?”
“I don’t feel well.”
“Not good enough, Penelope! When a gentleman comes to call on you, you must always say yes!”
“Even on our deathbeds,” Pen muttered under her breath.
“Yes, even then,” Portia retaliated. “Martha!” She screamed, calling for Penelope’s maid. “Wear something suitable for your walk with that boy. There will be others who see you in the park.”
“I thought he left?”
“Fortunately, he did not.”
“Mama, he’s not courting me. We’re just friends. You know that, right?”
“It doesn’t matter. He’s a Bridgerton. Where he leads, others will follow and that is the only thing working in your favour in your advanced age.”
And with that statement Portia stormed out, leaving Pen alone with Martha in her chamber.
“These flowers are beautiful, Miss. I’ll put them in water.”
Pen watched as Martha busied herself with the vibrant, varying colors of the bouquet. In one of their letters she had mentioned to Colin about her newfound appreciation of lilies, and apparently he had kept that in mind.
“Shall I fetch the orange dress for you, Miss?” Martha asked, returning to her.
“No, the pale green one please. And the matching shawl.”
As Martha scurried about, Pen took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
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Penelope exited her home and headed down the stairs, Martha following behind her. Her mother was watching them through the window, taking note of everything going on, and Pen didn’t want to give her mama anything new to harp about. Colin, of course, was using her reticence to his full advantage. He stood on the sidewalk, a wicked smirk on his face, looking more handsome than any gentleman had a right to. Pen ignored the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, reminding herself how angry she was at him. What she wanted to do was take him to task for calling on her when she repeatedly asked him not to. Instead, she was forced to greet him with a stiff smile.
“Mr. Bridgerton,” she said coldly, stopping in front of him.
His smirk transitioned into a full smile. “Pen,” he said with a deliberate languid drawl, trying to goad her no doubt.
“Mama is at the window.”
“I’m aware.” Colin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Shall we promenade?”
Penelope glanced over her shoulder and found her mother watching her like a hawk. She turned back to Colin. “Forcing me into this wasn’t very gentlemanly of you.”
He quirked his eyebrow. “Perhaps I’m no longer a gentleman.”
“Maybe you never were.”
She wanted to offend him but he seemed impervious to her taunts, instead offering her his arm for their walk together. Aggravated, she ignored him and started down the path by herself. Within seconds he was next to her, his long strides now matching her own pace, with Martha following behind them.   
“Did you like the lilies?” Colin asked.
“I did not.”
He simply smiled. “That’s unfortunate. Maybe I’ll bring roses in the future.”
“Absolutely not!” she huffed. “Mama will get the wrong idea.”
“We are friends, Penelope,” he reminded her. “Friends give each other gifts. We’ve exchanged them in the past.”
“Never in front of Mama!”
“And I’ve visited you before,” he insisted.
“No, you haven’t. We’ve always only spoken at your home or social gatherings. In fact the only other time you came with flowers was to call on Marina.” The grimace on his face made her heart squeeze with envy. Even after all this time simply saying her cousin’s name evoked such a strong reaction in him. But as much as the idea of him still harboring feelings for Marina hurt, she wasn’t going to let pain distract from her focus. “I can’t have you encouraging foolish ideas in Mama’s head.”
He clenched his jaw, agitated. “Is this really about Lady Portia or are you worried your mystery suitor will get jealous?”
She stopped midstride, turning to level him with a hostile glare. “He knows there’s nothing between you and me.”
Colin took a step towards her. The blues of his eyes darkened, blazing with emotion. “Even after last night?” His voice was a throaty murmur, his words only meant for her ears.
Her heart quickened, His gaze drifted down to her lips, pausing momentarily, as if he was remembering touching her, the feel of his hot mouth on her skin. And then his sight travelled lower, to where he licked and kissed her chest, and the lovebites he left on her breasts that she had to scrupulously hide behind a scarf this morning lest her mother noticed. The way he was looking at her set her body on fire, she felt it intimately between her legs.
They were surrounded by people, yet it felt like it was only the two of them. As she found herself drowning in the depth of his eyes, the world ceased to exist.
And then the image of his panic-stricken expression flashed through her mind, reminding her of how horrified he was after kissing her.
Instantly she pulled away, turning away from him. She started walking faster, trying to regain her composure in the few short seconds it took for Colin to catch up to her.
“You can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Pen.”
“You’re right, I can’t. But that doesn’t mean I’ll allow a moment of foolishness to sway me from what’s important.”
“I know you. You wouldn’t have kissed me that way if you really loved someone else.”.
It was the conceit in his words that infuriated her. “Is that so, Colin?” She turned to confront him. “Didn’t you proudly claim to have flirted with half the women in London? I’m sure you’ kissed many of them. Will you stand there and tell me you cared for all of them? That all those ladies held a special place in your heart? Or will you be honest and admit a kiss can just be a kiss without it meaning anything?”
His eyes narrowed onto her. “Do you expect me to believe our kiss meant nothing to you?”
“Don’t treat me like a naïve debutante, Colin. I’m fully aware passion can exist without love.”
“But that wouldn’t be true for us, would it?” He didn’t move, yet it felt like his body swayed closer, encroaching on her personal space, making it impossible for her to think. Even breathe. “Because there is love between us. There always has been.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. For so long she’d yearned for his love, ached for it. Over the years there were so many times she thought herself a fool for even thinking he could love her. But then he would seek her out in a crowd to dance with her, they would talk about things they dare not discuss with others, and the hope in her heart would bloom despite her insecurities. Just like it did now. “Speak clearly, Colin. Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children. You’re my dearest friend.”
“But are you in love with me?”
“Are you?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. There were children playing in the park, families around them talking and laughing. Yet all she felt was Colin’s piercing gaze tear through her, the air thick with tension as the minutes ticked by. “Yes. Even though I desperately wish I wasn’t.”
His face ran the whole gamut of emotions, from utter shock to panic to fear. “I… Pen…”
“You’re not in love with me,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“No.”
His response didn’t come as a surprise, she had always known the truth. And despite the pain that wracked through her, she felt relief. Because she would no longer have to wonder. Now there was certainty and it brought with it a strong desire to move on.
There was much trepidation in his voice as he spoke next. “I’m sorry if I-”
“There’s no need to apologize.” Her voice was calm, steady. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” She glanced behind him, her eyes absently taking in the view behind. “We can’t help who we love.” There was a numbness that slowly spread through her, enveloping her heart, her very being.
“I care for you, Pen. And I know you, you’re kind and sweet and want to see the best in people. Which is why I’m worried-.”
“You don’t know me,” she replied, snapping out of her daze.  His face came back into focus, along with the rest of the world. “Not really. You’ve only seen certain facets, parts that I’ve chosen to show. I’ve always been so worried about what others would think, of being palatable to my family, to you and Eloise, to society… and for what? What was even the point?” She started pacing, her mind reeling.
As much as she aspired to be good, she could never fully commit to it. Lady Whistledown was borne from the part of her that wanted retribution against the ton for always ignoring her. In the clear light of day she was voiceless and unwanted, but in the shadows was where she thrived, where her words meant something and she had value and control. There was a time when she used to think the different parts of her could coexist and she could still be more good than bad, but Eloise’s words during their last argument proved otherwise.
“What are you talking about?” He blocked her path, forcing her to look up at him. A confused expression marked his beautiful face. ”I’ve always known who you are.”
She peered up at him. Everything he said about her – kind and sweet and only seeing the best in people – was actually true of Colin himself. He deserved someone who was equally beautiful and kind, and that would never be her.   “You’ve been a good friend, to me and my family. And I appreciate your concern but I can look out for myself. Arthur is a good man-”
“Arthur?” The sudden vitriol in Colin’s voice was sharp. “Arthur what?”
“That’s not important,” she said dismissively. “What matters is you no longer have to worry about me, Colin. I absolve you of that responsibility.”
“You do, do you?” Anger laced his voice, his eyes growing dark with contempt. “Because of this Arthur?” He took a step forward, crowding her, the proximity between them so close that she could feel his breath humming her skin, could almost feel the touch of his fingers against her gloves. “Tell me, Penelope, does he know you?  Did you show him all the parts of you that you claim to have kept hidden from the rest of us?”
Irritation surged through her at his mocking tone, but she reminded herself to be patient. “He understands me better than most.”
“A man you’ve known for mere months?” Colin’s eyes glistened with fury. “Why does he get that privilege? What has he done to earn your trust so easily?”
The hate in his voice took her by surprise. “Why are you behaving this way, Colin? I thought you would be happy for me.”
Jaw clenched, anger masking his features, his eyes roamed over her face. “You expect me to live a life without you in it and be happy about it?”
“So what should I do, be a spinster for the rest of my life to appease you? Do you not see how selfish that is?”
“I don’t give a damn!”
Penelope noticed the glances thrown in their direction, the look of concern in Martha’s face. Even though Colin hadn’t raised his voice, the tension on his face made it clear they were having an argument. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm him down. “This isn’t who you are, Colin.”
“Isn’t it? Maybe it’s you who doesn’t know me.” He dipped his head lower, his eyes smoldering with rage. “Maybe I’ve always been unreasonable and selfish. Maybe I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people who matter to me.”
She didn’t know if the threat in his voice was deliberately meant to scare her but it elicited the opposite reaction, provoking her anger. “You’re not my guardian or my protector. I’m not your responsibility. I don’t need anything from you.”
Instead of backing off, his voice grew more determined. “You don’t have a choice in this matter, Penelope. I will not lose you.”
“Except I’m not yours to lose. I do not belong to you. You don’t get to make demands on me when you don’t even love me,” she reminded him coldly. “I will marry the man I choose and live the life I want. And it’s you who has no say in that matter.”
Feeling strongly in her resolve, she turned and walked away.
To be continued...
A/N - Thank you for reading. If you have the time, I'd love to read your feedback!
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foundheavenly · 8 hours
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"Rest now"
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Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice
Words: 608
Plot: after a mission you are deeply hurt and suguru is at your side, holding your hands as he thought he would lose you.
Pairing: geto x reader
Theme: angst, comfort
Suguru held your hand gently, his fingers tracing patterns over your skin as if trying to wake you up. The worry written all over his face marked the sleepless night in the waiting room, because he just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
“You have to wake up” Suguru whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t lose you”
Your eyelids fluttered, a groan leaving your lips as consciousness slowly returned. Your still burry gaze wondered around the unfamiliar room then met his dark eyes. You watched him silently as you tried to remember what exactly happened.
You tried to muster a smile but the pain written across your features made it hard. Suguru’s eyes softened as he squeezed your hand reassuringly, as if to say ‘I’m here’.
He had been sitting by your side since the night before and anyone could notice the concerned gaze fixed on your pale face. Suguru has never felt this powerless in his life. He had made himself a promise towards you.
“I would never let anything happen to you”
And here you were.
Hurt. Fighting all night for your life.
“How are you feeling?” Suguru asked you as he let out a deep sigh. His heart slowed down at a normal pace as you were finally back into reality.
You managed a weak smile, your throat dry and scratchy. “Like I got hit by a truck”
At your attempt to joke around, Suguru chuckled.
“How bad is it?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“You took quite a hit back there. But Shoko is optimistic. You’re strong and you’ll pull through” Suguru sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly, and brushed his thumb on your skin.
A silence settled between you two as the weight of the mission hung in the air. You winced as you shifted in the bed, the pain shooting through your body. It was hurting like hell and you could feel the pressure of the bandages around your upper body.
“I should have protected you better” He finally admitted, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers went to his long loose black hair. Your eyes lingered on his strands as you finally saw him without his usual bun.
The vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord in your heart, and you reached out to his cheek even if the wounds were very painful and serious. “You’ve already done enough. I’m fine.”
His gaze softened but as you looked into his eyes, you could sensed the doubt and the pain he was feeling right now. Suguru was always the strong one, the pillar of support, but right now he was showing his deepest weakness.
“I thought I lost you out there. I can’t bear the thought of a world without you” Suguru said as he admitted. You heard his voice cracked with emotion.
The gravity of his words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the risks you took every days. You squeezed his hand in response, a reassurance you needed to give him. “I’m not going anywhere, Suguru. I promise”
Suguru leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You better keep that promise, or I’ll have to come find you in the afterlife and give you a piece of my mind”
A weak chuckle escaped your lips and you winced at the pain it caused.
Eventually, as the medications took effect, your eyes fluttered again and you found yourself falling asleep. Suguru smiled and leaned in to press another kiss on your head.
“Rest now” he whispered. “I’ll be right here when you wake up”
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elsafromcabinsix · 2 days
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she is the light in his dark life
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summary: the one where barbara thinks about an act of rebellion.
pairing: jake x mc
word count: 1.3K
warnings: sitlihdl takes place after the events of episode 10; cover images found on pinterest; english is not my first language.
author’s note: this is the first chapter in a series, so it probably doesn't have much emotion, but trust me, it was fun to write.
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Barbara was sprawled out on the dorm carpet, reading a Lucy Maud Montgomery novel she found by chance in the university library, when her cell phone began vibrating on the nightstand. Without wasting time, she closed the book and got up, waiting to hear from her roommate. But when Barbara swiped his finger across the lock screen, she came across some text messages from an unknown number.
i would like to invite you again to eat something at that hinese restaurant
if you want to meet me, just show up there tomorrow
i'll be waiting for you :)
Her head started to throb just at the possibility of it being who she was imagining, but she quickly pushed the thought away. Jake wouldn't put himself in danger like that.
After everything that happened in Grimrock, Duskwood's chief of police, Alan Bloomgate, personally went after her to conduct the interrogation, and, more than once, made it very clear that it was best for her to stay away from her new friends for a while. He didn't go into detail when he told her about what happened at the Ironsplinter Mine, but he confirmed that Richy was alive — despite having some serious injuries — and that Jake had fled from the FBI agents during the confusion caused by the explosion.
All the messages she sent and received during that time became evidence. Barbara had what it took to close Hannah Donford's case literally in the palm of her hand, including the kidnapper's confession.
Consequently, she also had the means that could lead the people who were after Jake straight to him.
She was interrogated by the FBI countless times for months, until Alan decided to intervene and convinced her to hand over her cell phone to them in exchange for her old life. Since then, Barbara has not been part of the joint investigation. Or at least that's what they say — she's too smart to really believe that.
For a few seconds, she considered the chance that it was someone trying to play a trick on her. The video Lilly Donford posted accusing her of kidnapping had gone viral across the Columbia University campus. Even his grandmother, who lived in the interior of Brazil, found out about his involvement with a hacker wanted by the North American government. However, no one else knew about the brief conversation they had about the chinese restaurant.
Except, of course, the FBI.
Without a doubt, it was a trap. Barbara felt her face turn red. It seemed that solving an international murder case, giving up her privacy, being forced to abandon her group of friends and possibly cheating on the guy she was in love with was not enough. She also needed to act as bait when it was convenient.
Barbara huffed, irritated. Little did they know that Jake had no contact. Their partnership in crime had ended almost a year ago.
Still, there was no reason to decline the invitation. She could very well take advantage of the opportunity to tell some truths to those nosy agents, and as a bonus she would have an excuse to go to Germany without Alan being able to question her too openly.
His lips lifted into a smile as the plan emerged in his mind.
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After going through customs at Zurich Airport, picking up luggage and going to an exchange office to exchange some notes, only an hour and fifteen minutes by car separated Barbara from Duskwood. Luckily, there were several yellow taxis forming a line next to the sidewalk, because it would be a nightmare to have to deal with someone trying to compete for the same vehicle as her.
She walked out of the lounge, pulling her hot pink rolling suitcase, and turned on her smartphone to announce on the family's group chat that she had arrived safely. But before she could check her contact list to see if her parents were online, she collided with a young man's broad chest.
She jumped away from him, apologizing — or at least trying to — in german. He laughed softly, grabbing her arm to stop her from tripping over herself, and for a moment, Barbara forgot to even breathe. The young man seemed to be a few years older than her, he was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, he was tall, had dark hair and kind eyes.
“I'm sorry, I didn't see you.” He spoke in english, with a slight accent.
“No problem, it was my fault.” Barbara quickly straightened up, realizing that she had somehow stared too long.
The young man analyzed her from head to toe with amusement before bending down and picking up the cell phone that had flown out of her hand during the impact.
“I believe this is yours.” He joked, handing the device to her.
“Thank you.”
He nodded curtly and turned, making his way through the travelers entering and exiting the airport, as silent as a wraith.
She was inexplicably disappointed to see him leave, however she had more important things to deal with. Then, she handed the luggage to the driver to put in the trunk and got into the taxi, giving the address of the Gates Hotel, on the outskirts of Duskwood.
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Barbara ran across the room, feeling the cold floor beneath her feet. She was considerably late, but as far as she remembered, she had never arrived on time to participate in the interrogations, so whoever was waiting for her at the restaurant wouldn't mind too much. She put on a black strapless dress, put on her highest heels and curled her wet hair with her fingers, leaving a small trail of water on the floor.
Through an opening in the peach curtains, she noticed that the rain had picked up outside, beating violently against the window pane. She cursed under his breath, hoping someone at the front desk could lend her an umbrella, and before Barbara could procrastinate her meeting with the FBI special agent any further, she took one last look at the floor mirror near the entrance hall, realizing that she was dressed for revenge.
“Someone would definitely approve of that.”
Smiling to herself, she went down a small flight of stairs to the ground floor, where the girl at the reception was reading a magazine with Nicholas Galitzine's photo on the cover.
“How can I help you?” She asked in english, without taking his eyes off the celebrity gossip.
“Hey, how you doin'? Could you lend me an umbrella, please?”
“Of course.” She said, reaching for the object under the counter and handing it to her. “A fee of two euros will be added to your room bill.” Barbara sighed, surprised, as she mentally converted the currency. “What?” The receptionist looked up, frowning. “Did you think it would be free?”
“No, obviously not.” Barbara lied, smiling politely.
“Return it by midnight or I will have to charge the full value of the item.” The girl announced, turning his attention to the magazine. Then she added: “Nice dress.”
“Okay, I'll pay when I check out.” She assured, walking towards the glass doors while opening her rented umbrella. “And thank you.”
“Have fun, Cinderella.”
Barbara regretted walking out the door as soon as she set foot on the sidewalk. Not just because of the rain, but because of the wind blowing your hair back. In any case, she had come too far to give up, and despite the storm, she could see the lights of the chinese restaurant through the blue haze a few meters ahead, on the other side of the street.
Before she could take another step, someone grabbed her arm and turned her around.
“What?” She blinked in amazement at the handsome young man she had met at the airport.
“I need you to come with me.” He said, pulling her away from the hotel entrance.
“You are crazy? I do not know you!” Barbara shouted, dropping the umbrella near her feet. The rain completely drenched them both in moments. “Let me go!”
“Barbara, please.” He asked, breathing short.
The sadness in his voice stopped her struggling.
“How do you…?” She gasped, eyes wide. “Jake?”
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Just One Date (Hannibal Lecter)
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Description: Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.
Warning: Making Out
Word Count: 2,051k
“Hey I’m heading over to Hannibal's, I'll be back later.” She rolls her eyes at her best friend’s words. “Okay come back in one piece.” She said with a monotone voice. Will rolled his eyes at his best friend’s comment. “I know you hate him but I highly doubt he will kill me.” She looked back at him with a “really?” expression and he sighed. “We are the only ones that think he killed anyone Y/N/N.” “Doesn’t mean we are wrong.” She points out. She knew Hannibal was the killer. It wasn’t a think. She found the man creepy and odd. Sure he was charming but Y/N saw right through his bullshit. Will did too but couldn’t stay away from him.
She never wanted to come home and see Will dead or hear it because he keeps hanging out with Hannibal the cannibal. “I’ll be fine. You have to trust me.” He tells her. “Of course I trust you Will. It’s him I don’t trust. Jack could be eating you tomorrow.” She exclaims. He sighs and hugs her. “I’ll be back later in one piece.” She pulls away and looks at him. “You better be Graham.” 
Hannibal and Will sat in the office as Hannibal was taking notes. “Tell me about Y/N.” Will looks at him confused as to why he’d even ask about her. “Y/N? She’s my best friend.” He tells the man. “Just best friend?” Will nods not seeing a point in the question. “Good then. I guess you wouldn’t mind me asking her out.” Will’s jaw dropped. Hannibal was into her? It almost made him laugh because Y/N hated him. There wasn’t any way that Hannibal would get her to go out with him. “Yeah good luck with that.” Will says, trying to hold back a laugh. “Why do you say that?” Will shrugged. “She’s hard to get.” Hannibal sat the notebook down and looked up at the man. “Well I love a challenge.” 
Y/N waited and waited for Will to get home. Each time he went she became nervous. Her foot was tapping as she stared at the door. Where was he? As if on que he walked through the door and she let out a mental sigh of relief. He was okay. He greeted the dogs one by one and sat on the couch next to Y/N. He turned to look at her and laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?” She asked. He shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe it.” He tells her. “Yeah well we can’t be sure until you tell me.” He nods and clears his throat. “Hannibal wants to ask you out.” He says holding back his laughs. She stood up so fast it almost made her dizzy. “What?” She asked. “Yep, he wants you.” She wanted to puke. The man she hated most wanted her. “Well you told him I’m not interested right? That I hate his fucking guts.?” She asked hopefully.
Will laughed and shook his head. “No, I told him you were hard to get.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Will are you fucking kidding me?” He looked up at her and saw how mad she looked. Wow she really hated him. “Oh come on Y/N/N just turn him down.” “I shouldn’t have to say a damn word to him.” She yelled. He stood up and turned to her. “It’s kinda funny if you think about it. You hate him, he wants you.” She was fuming. “Will that is not funny you ass.” She yelled. “Ok listen, just reject him and don’t say anything else.” He says. She sighs annoyed that she has to even do that. 
Will was already at work when Hannibal knocked on the door. He saw another car in the driveway he assumed was Y/N’s. She opened the door and her face dropped at the sight. “Look, whatever Will told you was a lie. I’m not hard to get, I just don’t like you.” She says. Hannibal’s face dropped. Wow. “May I ask why?” She chuckled. “Besides the obvious point that you’re the killer?” “I am no killer Y/N.” She nods. “Right, sure.” She says and goes to close the door. “I won’t quit asking you on a date until you agree.” She opens the door back up. “A little creepy no?” “Well you think of me like that anyways.” He was right but Y/N wasn’t saying yes. 
“Wait, he actually came by here and asked you out?” Will asked her as they sat on his couch talking. “Yes Will. Thanks to you.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t tell him to ask you out.” “You didn’t tell him not to either.” He sighed and looked at her. “Look maybe this could be good for you.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Will he’s a killer and he eats people.” Will shrugged. “We don’t know that.” “Yes we do!” He stood up. “I just think you should accept one date with him. Get him off your back.” But she wasn’t going to. 
Will woke up the next day to find flowers at his door. His best friend’s name on them and the hand writing matched Hannibal. He chuckled and set them on the counter for Y/N to find when she woke up. 
She sighed as she walked into the kitchen and saw roses on the counter. Why did Will get her flowers? She picks them up and notices a note of her name. The handwriting was too pretty to be Will’s. She rolled her eyes as she realized Hannibal sent them. That man could not take a hint. Though they were beautiful. She put them in a vase and left for work.
“So you kept the flowers he sent?” Will asked as he saw them on the counter. She sighed over the phone. “Yes, because they are nice.” He hummed at her response. “Thought you’d throw them out since you hate him so much.” He joked. “Not the flower's fault he’s shitty.” Will laughed at her and told her he’d see her when she got home. 
Day by day Hannibal would send Y/N gifts. Each time Will would laugh and Y/N would sigh but keep them. She wasn’t used to a man doing this for her and she couldn’t lie. It was kinda nice. She wouldn’t tell Will that for the simple fact that Will would make fun of her. She almost wanting to go out with him just for him to stop but she liked the attention. “You’re coming with me today.” Will tells her. She sighs and looks at him. “Will it’s my day off, i’m not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “Nope. You are coming to Hannibal’s with me.” “But why? He keeps giving me things.” She whines. He chuckles, “You enjoy it.” She wasn’t denying that. 
His house was huge. Who was she kidding? It was a mansion. “By the look on your face you’re impressed?” Will teased. She flipped him off and he knocked. Hannibal opened the door and lost his breath at the sight of Y/N. He could tell Will forced her here. “Nice place.” She says to him not even looking in his direction. He nods and smiles. “What am I gonna do?” She asked the two. “Think about my offer.” Hannibal said as he closed the door. She sighed and sat at the chair by the office. She played with her hands and debated on what to do. Maybe he’d leave her alone if they went out. Will wouldn’t let her live if she didn’t. He really thought it would be best for her even though they both thought he was the killer. 
They were finished an hour later and  she stood up as they came out. “So did you think about it?” Hannibal asked her. She looked down and sighed. “I’ll go on one date with you but that’s it.” She says to him. He nods and smirks “Be here at 7.” It was currently 4 so she had time. 
“I can’t believe you agreed to go out with him.” Will said as they drove back to their house. “Yeah well you both wouldn’t shut up about it.” She shrugged. He looked at her. “You can’t wait, don't lie.” “I just want him to stop. I hope this works.” 
She knocked on his door at 6:50. She knew the man was cooking and hoped he'd be done with the food by then. He opened the door and lost his breath. Y/N was in a pink dress that went down to her feet and her hair was down and curled. She had red lipstick and eyeliner on. She looked amazing. He stuttered over his words. “Y-You look amazing.” He tells her. She smiles and takes in his appearance. He had on a tux and his hair was like it always was. He didn’t look bad himself. “You don’t look bad yourself Lector.” He lets her in and they walk to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and it smelled amazing. She saw the food on the table with what appeared to be wine. “You’re a wine guy?” She asked. He nodded. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat and thanked him. He sat in the chair that he usually sat in.
They began eating and it was some of the best food she had ever had.He watched as she ate the food. “You enjoying it?” He asked with a small smile. She nodded and looked over at him. “You’re a very good cook.” He thanked her for the compliment. “Just think you could be having this for the rest of your life.” She almost choked at his words. “Hannibal I was really hoping this would have been a one time thing.” She said to him. “You don’t even know me. I want to prove to you that i’m not the monster you think I am.” She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even if he could prove it. “That’s great but I don’t think we’d work out.” “Is it Will?” He asked. “No Will is my best friend.” “Then there isn’t a reason you can’t let me prove it to you.” She stared at him as he tried to reason with her. The man seemed set on having her around here more often. “Okay let’s get through this date first.” 
She was a little drunk off the wine he had. She was laughing and giggling as they talked on his couch. He was laughing too. “Will actually did that before?” He asked her as she giggled. “Yep. He has no game when it comes to women.” He shook his head and set down the glass. “He should really bring this up in our sessions. I would love to help him.” They both laughed. “Yeah you certainly could.” The laughing died down a bit and they looked at each other. “You look like an angel tonight.” He said softly to her. She felt her face heat up and she had to look away. “I’m serious. There’s never been a woman as beautiful as you. “ She looked at him after he said that.
They both started leaning in slowly until their lips touched. They both tasted of the wine Hannibal had. The kiss was soft and passionate as he moved closer to her. His hand went to her neck to deepen the kiss. Her hands placed themselves on his chest. She moved over to sit in his lap and his hands held her hips. They both pulled away breathing hard. “Hannibal, I am so sorry.” She said, trying to get off his lap. “It’s okay dear. I liked it a lot.” She smiled at his words and cupped his face. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She whispered. “I hated you at first but now I-I think I like you alot.” He smiled . “Well that’s not such a big thing is it?” “I don’t know.” “Would you go on a second date with me?” He asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah I would.” She leaned in and kissed him again. Maybe she was wrong about him but little did she know that Will would be arrested the next day and things would go down hill.
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