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psychedelic-ink · 9 months

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𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

pairing: lighthouse keeper!joel miller x mermaid!reader

genre: mermaid AU, explicit, fluff, comfort, romance, minors dni

word count: 8.5k

summary: As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.

warnings: mention of joel from time to time visiting a brothel, loneliness, mermaid anatomy things, oral (fem receiving), piv, touch starved!joel and reader, mild breeding kink, squirting

a/n: full disclaimer I made up the mermaid lore, facts and anatomy, the only mermaid romance book I read was goddess of the sea by P.C. Cast and I read that all the way back in high school so I remember very little of it (I think I remember some of the steamy stuff but honestly it's all very vague so if there are any similarities that's why) 🧜‍♀️🌊

**stunning gif made by fanna aka @pedrorascal 💙

When in darkness look for the light.

Joel heard this at different points in his life. His father, bless his soul, adamant about reminding him that there was always good to be found, even when it didn’t seem like it. When his father passed, Joel thought of the words endlessly. The more he thought about them, the more it made less and less sense to him. What was one supposed to do when the light that was sought didn’t exist? It would’ve made more sense to him if the message was about creating your own light, not depending on another. He would make sure to remember that if he ever had kids.

The lantern in his hand groaned upon placing it on the nearby windowsill. It was a small window, the glass coated in thick dust. He smelled the sea. The salt of it burned his nostrils, the taste lingered on his tongue.

With a practiced hand, Joel reached for the oil lamp, its polished brass surface gleamed in the fading light. He carefully opened the reservoir cap and began pouring the clear, fragrant oil. The room filled with a faint scent. He listened to the waves as he lit the lantern, creating the sole light that guided him up the lighthouse. Joel imagined the violent waters hitting the bedrock. With time, they would all turn into sand. He looked up. The stairs were endless, going round and round. He spotted seaweed and mold in the same places, observed the humidity that darkened the underside of the stairs that barely hung onto the walls.

The small flame on the wick grew, casting an amber light that illuminated the inside. Joel's eyes focused on the growing flame, his gaze steady as he watched the light take hold.

“I’m home,” he said freely, his voice echoing. On the contrary belief, Joel actually had a regular home. He had a stove, a fridge, a bed. But this... this always felt like his true home. The smells, the sounds, the atmosphere, all of it was familiar, hugging him tight as soon as he stepped inside.

He climbed the stairs, his knees starting to ache when he was halfway to the light room. He didn’t stop, only slowed his steps. The air was fresher at the top. More breathable compared to where he was not moments ago.

He reached the top of the staircase, his breaths coming in steady rhythm as he pushed through the burn in his knees. The narrow corridor opened up into the lantern room, and he stepped into the circular chamber.

Joel reached for the mechanism that controlled the rotation. He gave it a gentle turn, feeling the gears engage beneath his touch. The light began to move, its beam sweeping across the darkening sea. The room filled with the rhythmic cadence of the light's rotation.

But that wasn’t the only thing that reached his ears.

A melody that flowed like the ebb and flow of the tides called out to him, guiding him to the clear, towering windows of the lighthouse. Every night he heard it, yet never managed to see the person—or thing—responsible for it. For years it had accompanied him. Another friend that the sea had gifted him to fight the loneliness he felt from time to time. His nose nearly brushed the glass, a chill settling in his bones. Sometimes he thought he heard lyrics as painful as the song itself.

Joel’s brows furrowed when he noticed the thick fog settling above the water. No matter the light he put out into the world, it would be a hard night for captains and crew.

The cadence still heavy in his ear, Joel stepped away from the panes. He picked up his log book and took a seat. He grimaced when the chair groaned under his weight. Joel had placed his desk so he would still have a view of the sea. The brine-laden air filled his lungs as he ruffled through the pages.

Picking up his pen, Joel began to write.

Lighthouse Keeper's Log: Joel M. Date: October 22, 18XX Weather: Heavy fog blanketing the coastline, strong easterly wind, temperature 58°F. Lighting Operations: Lit the lamp at 18:30 hours. Due to thick fog, visibility greatly reduced; light rotation pattern altered to emit one long white flash every 20 seconds. Despite challenging conditions, light remains steadfast in its duty. Vessel Sightings: Limited visibility makes it impossible to spot distant vessels. Unusually rough seas observed, even in the absence of a clear storm. Large waves breaking against the shore; powerful surges felt within the lighthouse. Remaining emergency supplies: Blankets, dry rations, and signal flares. Remarks and Notes: The fog is a thick shroud, obscuring the sea beyond the immediate coastline. The normally serene cove now a theater of restless energy, waves crashing against the rocks with an almost primal force. An eerie beauty to the fog and the untamed sea—a reminder of nature's might and mystery. Life at the Lighthouse: Dinner of canned beans and bread awaits. Appetite normal.

Joel chewed the inside of his cheek. He tapped his pen against the worn paper before resuming taking his notes.

Heard the song again. It always sounds like it’s in longing for something more. I’m starting to think I’m making it up from my own loneliness. But I can’t really complain much I picked this life.

He let out a groan. There was some comfort in knowing no one would read these but he didn’t want to sound like a crazy person if someone did end up stumbling across the notes.

Joel leaned back in his chair, extending his legs. His muscles hummed happily at the stretch. He still had to check and make sure what supplies he had left to put in the log, he also needed to make sure no additional repairs were needed. He dragged a heavy palm down his face. Why the hell didn’t he check when he entered the base? Now he had to go down all those stairs again. He loved the lighthouse but hell, he could do with less workout.

With a sigh, he got up and left the room. He descended the narrow spiral staircase that wound its way down into the base of the lighthouse. He carried a lantern to light his way, its feeble glow dancing against the walls. The sound of the crashing waves outside gradually faded into a distant rumble. His unease grew as the melody disappeared completely.

Joel knew the lighthouse like he did the back of his hand. But that didn’t mean the structure even spooked him from time to time. It wasn’t easy being alone in the dark, watching the endless horizon just wondering about life. Hearing the aria subdued those thoughts— the thoughts that made a convincing point that he’s lived an empty life.

Reaching the bottom, Joel stepped into the dimly lit chamber that housed the mechanical workings of the lighthouse. Gears and mechanisms stood in silent vigil, their intricate interplay hidden beneath layers of metal and shadow. The steady tick-tock of the clockwork echoed softly in the confined space.

Setting the lantern on a nearby table, Joel approached the massive gear assembly responsible for the light's rotation. He ran his fingers along the metal surfaces, feeling the vibrations as the gears turned in precise harmony. His trained touch could detect even the slightest irregularity.

A toolbox lay open on the table, its contents glinting in the lantern light. Joel selected a wrench and began to carefully tighten bolts and adjust connections. He moved with the grace of a musician tuning an instrument.

As he worked, his thoughts shifted to his guitar at home. He wanted to play again. Perhaps accompany the song he heard every night. His fingers weren’t as they used to be. It took time to remember how to move them over the strings, the cords, it frustrated him, making it easier to give up as soon as he touched the instrument.

The lantern's glow flickered as Joel adjusted the final cog, ensuring that the gears meshed flawlessly. Satisfied with his work, he stood back and observed the assembly for a moment, watching as the clockwork continued its patient dance.

Then. . . a sound.

An unfamiliar sound. It was followed by a frustrated shout and some wild splashing. Joel stood still, his spine stiff as they came. He thought the sea was playing tricks on him, which was why he remained there. Listening. The sound repeated itself, some colorful curses flying out of the mouth of whoever lingered outside of the lighthouse’s walls.

Joel promptly headed for the door. Whoever it was, it sounded like they needed help. His mind raced. It could’ve been a multitude of things; a shipwreck that led hald conscience crew to the shores, a kid playing past their curfew, a—

. . . a woman entangled in a net.

What?

He stilled, eyes wide with shock. All air was expelled from his lungs, mouth incredibly dry despite the chill that quickly settled in his bones. He blinked over and over, his mind trying to comprehend the sight before him. Waves crashed around her, framing her while she fought against the stubborn net. It’d been a while since Joel was in close proximity to a woman. He wasn’t a hermit, but most of the time he kept to himself, and when he needed a release provided from something other than his hand. . . he earned enough a month to spend on certain services.

She was beautiful. Her back bare and her front hidden, looking like a starfish washed a shore. She struggled again and with a snarl, she flipped over.

Joel’s cheeks warmed, the night chill that settled in his bones quickly dissipated thanks to the sight before him. As if to accommodate the moment, a particularly large wave washed over her, drops of salty water wetting the cuffs of his pants. She only wore a bra—at least that was what Joel assumed it was. It was the same color of a brewing storm, silver that gradually softened as it disappeared into her skin. Stunning.

He swallowed. Temptation fogged his mind, his cock becoming stiff under the thick fabric. He was only a man after all. Joel knew little that could resist someone like her, she was hypnotic. With another swallow, his gaze moved lower. He wondered if the rest of her was just as revealing.

But the rest of her was hidden by the vastness of the sea.

For the better, he thought, cock straining against the zipper. He wouldn’t have touched her, of course, but it would’ve made it harder to think.

And to help her.

Joel's gaze finally met her face, which was equally as beautiful as the rest of her, despite being the target of her unwavering glare.

“Ahoy,” he said, voice thick. His greeting did little in wiping away her untrusting stare. “Uh. . .seems like you’ve gotten yourself in a. . . bind.”

“Funny,” she answered, her voice the complete opposite of the statement. Wrestling against the net, a hiss escaped her lips the moment she tried. “Are you going to help or just make puns, human?”

Human?

Joel raised an eyebrow, being caught in a net would be annoying for sure but it shouldn’t be hurting her. He tilted his head and came closer. She regarded him like a wild animal, her need to flee evident in her eyes. He sighed. “Don’t give me the coyote look, I’m not a canine.”

“I’ll look at you however I want to.”

She moved and when the net brushed against her skin, she winced in pain. Pulling her arms close to her chest, she made an effort to keep from touching it. This time the pain was evident over the contours of her face, prompting worry to cross over his.

“Stop movin’,” he ignored her sharp tongue and knelt next to her. “Is that a barbed net? Shit. We need to cut you out.”

Another wave. A scream.

Panic flared under his skin, without telling her to wait, he jolted inside of the lighthouse. He rummaged through his toolbox and when he came back, Joel noticed the trickle of blood going down her cheek. “Don’t worry,” he said quickly, his body collapsed onto his throbbing knees. “I’ll get you out.”

Her stare grew gentle as he meticulously severed the ropes. Joel's attention was drawn to the cuts and bruises that marred her. He didn’t even know her name but he knew that he hated seeing her like that. So hurt and vulnerable. Another wave washed over them. Joel snarled at the sea, his annoyance growing at the wickedness of his greatest love.

“The name’s Joel,” he grunted and moved down her body, freeing her inch by inch. Her spine turned as rigid as a plank. “Am I hurtin’ you?” he asked, stopping momentarily. He looked up but she wasn’t facing him.

“I-It’s not that,” she said. All of her bite from before had dissolved like foams upon the sea. “My. . .lower half got caught up badly when I tried to break free. It—It might be too gruesome to see, so just give me the cutters and you can go.”

Joel scoffed. As if he would let her do this by herself. “If you’re hurt that bad all the more reason to stay and help you, honey. Just stay still.”

“But—”

“Stay still,” he ordered. Joel spread his finger across her lower back. He was surprised to find her skin so cold. He needed to free her and wrap a blanket around her ASAP.

One by one, he cut through the net, more of her exposed to him. It almost felt like he shouldn’t be seeing such a sight. It didn’t matter though, he’d help her no matter what— he’d decided on that the first moment he laid his eyes on her. His hand moved downward, pinning her to the spot, maintaining her still. She let out a gasp, one laced with fear. Joel didn’t understand why.

He shook his head and pressed on.

Only when he lowered his gaze back down did he feel it. The smooth, leathery texture of her skin. It was slippery, soft. . . scaled. It took his eyes a moment to process. Subtle around her waist, the color became more pronounced as it extended downward. Scales. Beautiful scales that shined under the moonlight. It was the same color as her bra, gray that cheated its way to a light shade of blue. Joel swore he saw some gold scattered in there as well.

He stopped moving—hell, he stopped breathing.

“You noticed,” she said simply. Joel’s head snapped towards the voice, the tips of his ears red.

“What—” he shook his head. “Are you a fuckin’ mermaid?”

Silence.

“. . . maybe.”

“Don’t pull my leg, girl,” he warned. The words didn’t match his tone. Joel was simply in awe, his mind more of a mess. “I can see your damn scales as clear as day.”

“Then why are you asking?” she snapped. “Could you please just help me out? It hurts.”

“I was just curious,” Joel grunted, voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t say anything else and continued in silence. When she was free, he threw the net toward the lighthouse. He would discard it later. “Now what?”

“Now,” she answered, the first smile gracing her lips. “I leave. Thank you.”

Joel couldn’t deny the selfish throb of his heart. He had so many questions he wanted to ask. He wanted her to stay—wanted her to want to stay. With him. Why was that he didn’t know. A cold gust of wind blew while he watched. The mermaid turned to swim away, and as she did Joel didn’t miss the small tell tales of pain.

He saw blood. It turned the sea into a nasty color. The words clawed up to his throat, he pushed them back as much as he could.

Stay.

He wanted to shout but couldn’t. It wasn’t his place.

Luckily, fate was on his side tonight.

She couldn’t move her tail, every movement like knives into her meaty flesh. The waves slowly brought her back to shore, like a gift.

Her, however, didn’t share his enthusiasm. Tears built in her eyes, again, Joel could swear he saw golden specks in them.

“I have a place,” he said. “A secret place you can stay until you heal. I have supplies.” when she didn’t seem convinced, he added. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

A male. A human male.

A man.

The notion still escaped you, his hands one of a gentle giant’s as he carried you down the treacherous steps. He didn’t attempt to steal your gaze no matter how long you stared at him. And no matter the pain, you couldn’t stop. There was a roughness to his features, his appearance rugged with lines deepened by time drawn over his face. You observed the grays in his hair, in his beard. Witnessed the divot in the middle of his bottom lip, so full for a man seemingly unbothered by what you were.

No matter how strong or wise, to see a creature that was believed to be none other than myth must’ve come as a shock.

But you remained silent.

So did he.

You settled on observing your surroundings. Nestled beneath the weathered stone foundation of the lighthouse, smooth walls resided, etched over centuries by the relentless caress of the sea, glistened as if adorned by a myriad of precious gems. The low ceiling, curved and worn, hinted at the gentle erosion that had sculpted this intimate haven.

The passage meandered downward, its narrowness opening into a grand expanse that drew a gasp from your numb lips. The chamber widened into an awe-inspiring grotto. Stalactites and stalagmites formed natural columns that reached toward each other as if yearning for an embrace. The rhythmic lullaby of waves filtered through unseen crevices.

At the heart of the chamber, a crystalline pool shimmered in shades of sapphire and emerald. Slender rays of moonlight, filtered through a labyrinth of underwater tunnels. An intricately woven nest of dried seaweed laid upon the surface, the smell of it reminiscent of home.

However, you weren’t one to lower your guard so easily. No matter how pretty the prison was.

Still in his arms, you shoot him a look of untrust. The fingers that gingerly held you tensed, blunt nails slightly digging into your wounded flesh. “Don’t give me that look,” he grumbled, averting his gaze. “It’s connected to the sea, you can leave whenever you want. . . or escape, if you would prefer to put it that way,” he walked to where the sea connected to the earth. “It’s completely closed off to the outside. If someone wants to find this place they’ll have to go into the lighthouse first and well,” he turned sheepish, red coloring his cheeks. “No one does.”

“That’s kinda sad,” you remarked. You didn’t ignore the twinge of sadness coiling your heart. “You don’t have a family?”

“No,” he answered. You didn’t expect to hear the rasp of his voice, the same tone when you dragged your finger through the rough gravel of the shores. He still refused to meet your gaze. “So. . . you’ll be safe. You don’t need to worry.”

Joel gently lowered you into the sea, his legs half-submerged in the water. As salt touched the wounds, an incoming hiss grated against your throat, and pain bloomed, spreading through your tail.

You discerned the sound of his pulse racing beneath the cloak of his human flesh and bone. When you turned to look, you found him both mesmerized and distressed.

“Can I bring you medicine?” he frowned when your gaze turned into one of amusement. “What? Don’t mermaids need medicine?”

“Not for something like this,” you grinned. You thread your fingers in the water, careful not to move your tail as much as you moved to lay face first on the shore. “The sea will heal me. It hurts, but the wounds aren’t big enough that it would require external help.”

Defeated, he shook his head, “If you say so, sweetheart.”

You watched as he balled his hands into fists and released them. He repeated the motion over and over until he prepared to leave. Your eyebrows raised. He wanted to take care of you, ached for the companionship the close proximity would force upon them. Surprisingly, you felt bad. You’ve seen this lighthouse a million times, never once you thought such a sad man would be on the other side of cold walls. You sucked a sharp breath and decided to throw him a bone.

“I will need food,” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. His shoulders raised, you swore if he were a dog his ears would be standing with attention. You swiped a tongue over your bottom lip, a bit of life in them now that you were in the water, he had a strong back, wide shoulders that any creature would admire.

“What d’you eat?”

You smiled, “Anything really. I’m not picky.”

He turned then, he seemed so large in front of the narrow path that would lead up to the lighthouse. “What about fish?”

“Unlike what your fairytales might entail, we do eat fish,” you answered with a burst of laughter.

You laughed again when the crease between his brows deepened. He wrinkled his nose, “Feels wrong.”

Despite his words, he looked lightened by your laughter, something like adoration swimming in his eyes.

You shrugged and shuffled further into the water. It signaled the end of the conversation, prompting Joel to disappear back into the depressing labyrinth of the lighthouse. With a sigh, you turned your back, staring at the ceiling. You wondered how long you’d have to stay here. You had wrinkled your nose at the medicine that was offered, yet you knew it wouldn’t be a speedy recovery.

You sighed again, disappearing into the water. You watched as the last of your oxygen formed bubbles that head to the surface, your gills starting to expand. The image of the stalactites became distorted, the moonlight that touched the soft waves bouncing around in the water.

You really shouldn’t be complaining. At least the human who found you seemed to be a good one unlike the many you’ve seen during the centuries you lived.

The ache in your tail growing tender, you closed your eyes.

Joel, despite his imposing ruggedness, was quite nurturing. As the day passed, you noticed that he began to regard you with a sense of purpose. He went back home during the days, only to come back with heaping amounts of food and water.

He never did bring you fish though, which made you giggle whenever you thought of it.

“You don’t drink water.” Joel had said it as a statement rather than a question. You nodded and pushed a plump grape between your lips. The salt from your skin coated the fruit, highlighting the flavor.

“I don’t.”

“Is there somethin’ else that you drink? I can try to find it for you,” he said thoughtfully. His eyes met yours, your grin making him short of breath. He looked away, something that he commonly did whenever he was frustrated. And you noticed how easy it was to rile him up whenever you stretched, the sheer scales that covered your breasts almost sheer. You thoroughly enjoyed his gaping mouth and lustful gaze. You wondered when was the last time this man was touched.

"Drinking water, as you know it on land, is quite different for me beneath the waves," you explained with a playful glint in your eyes. "You see, our world is a delicate balance of salt and currents, and our bodies have adapted to it."

You gestured gracefully to the shimmering water around you, your tail swaying gently with the motion of the still water. "When I need water, I don't sip from a cup or a stream. Instead, I have a connection with the sea itself. Just as your body knows how to breathe without thinking, my tail and skin allow water to flow through."

"Imagine this," you continued. "In the embrace of the ocean, my body senses the ebb and flow of the tides, the salt and minerals suspended in every drop. When I need hydration, my skin and scales absorb the sea's essence, drawing it into my very being."

You leaned closer, lips an inch away from his, your voice a mesmerizing cadence. Joel’s breath hitched, his chest expanding with each word whispered. He licked his lips, your eyes dropping to observe the movement. You imagined that same tongue sinking into your mouth, licking the salt. A shudder crawled up your spine, your breasts feeling tender and heavy. "So, you see, I drink in a way that's in tune with the rhythm of the sea, a silent conversation with the waves themselves. It's a connection, a dance of existence that ties me to the world I call home."

“Do you miss it?”

The question took you by surprise and you blinked rapidly, “What?”

“Your home?”

“I—” Such a perceptive man. It surprised you. “The sea is my home. I’m never apart from it,” you said, shaking your head. A soft smile touched your lips.

“What about where you were born?” he pressed. “Your family? Friends?”

“So many questions,” you hummed. And, with a burst of confidence, you touched his cheek. Him leaning into the touch was something you hadn’t expected. “I’m not to go back.”

“You were banished?”

“I left.” it looked like he was about to ask more. Before he could, you pressed your thumb against his lips, feeling his warmth, his whole body grew rigid but didn’t pull away. “Too many rules,” you explained. “Not a very fun place to live.”

With a graceful flick of your tail, you returned to the water, leaving a glistening trail of droplets in your wake. You vanished beneath the surface, you waited a moment and look up. There he was, leaning further into the water. Trying to capture a glimpse of the mythical creature he was nursing to health—

Propelling yourself with a force gentle enough that wouldn’t re-open the wounds, you broke through the surface and wrapped your arms around his neck. He let out a yelp as you pulled him under, bubbles caressing your bodies, rushing to escape the sea. Joel’s eyes went wide, panic lingering in the depths. You met his gaze and smiled, his heartbeat was muffled yet loud under the water. In order to calm him, you placed an open palm right above that frantically beating heart, closing your eyes, you willed your emotions over him. Calmness. Serenity.

You’re safe with me, Joel. The only one of your kind that can say that.

He heard you. You watched the panic melt away from his gaze, replacing it with shock. Normally, if he was a merman himself, he’d be able to answer. Something tugged at your heartstrings, your gaze falling to the depths of the water.

You felt his hands cup your waist, instinctively pulling you closer to him. He was firm, warm against your chest. To be touched. . . you missed it. Like he did when you cupped his cheek, you nuzzled closer to him. Your breasts flushed over the planes of his body, your nipples tight as they grazed against the fabric of his shirt.

Warmth.

You chased it. Ached for it. He seemed to be the same. His fingers denting your flesh, his arousal hard over your stomach. You would’ve allowed him anything in that moment. For him to kiss you, hold you, fuck you— you’d grant him anything, like a genie in a bottle.

But, nonetheless, he was human. And humans needed air no matter how strongly they fought against it.

His eyes became apologetic, brows furrowing. He gestured up and you shook your head, prompting confusion to cross his face.

Mermaids were known to take human lovers. They would usually transform once a month to head for the shores. No one wanted to share more of themselves than they had to. Their world was a secret to be kept, an unspoken rule they all knew since birth. Looking at him, you knew he was at his last drops of oxygen. His cheeks were puffed up, eyes questioning your motives.

Evolution had granted your kind one more gift—the gift of life.

Your hands slid up his chest, your fingers bunched the collar of his shirt, you tugged the fabric. The sound of the currents flooded your ears. You felt your gills expand. Joel was unaware, he brushed your lips together, eyes coming to a close.

A kiss. A simple kiss.

His lips parted alongside yours, his tongue curious. You met him halfway and slanted your mouth over his, closing the gap entirely.

You breathed air into him. Filling his lungs with oxygen. Your gills quivered at how much was needed for him to make this moment last. His chest dilated and Joel finally opened his eyes. With a smile, you pulled back, dragging your lips down to his neck instead. Slightly embarrassed of what he might think of it.

His fingers curled under your chin, pulling you back up so you’d face him. You laughed when Joel attempted to ask his questions with nothing other than his eyes.

You didn’t answer this time, only shrugged. His lips broke into an exasperated smile and despite the lack of it, you felt the air around you crackling, arousal pouring between your legs and mixing with the sea.

Joel pulled you towards his lips once more. Eager for another taste.

She was sleeping.

Joel’s steps were feather-light as he approached her, his guitar in hand. He’d foolishly mentioned how he was trying to remember and her eyes had gone wide with excitement, asking him to bring it over. But since she was sleeping, he decided not to bother her with it and gently placed the instrument aside.

He asked about it once, how her kind slept, apparently, they would drift to sleep underwater most of the time. That’s where they felt safest. He didn’t pry on the matter but could hear a hint of hurt lingering under her words.

So, when he first saw her sleeping, his heart had warmed at the sight.

Right now was no different. His gut felt oddly warm, his heart swelling in his chest, everything feeling a bit too tight.

They hadn’t talked about the kiss—or the touches for that matter.

Again, he hadn’t pressed for answers. He wasn’t sure what good they would do anyway. They were a part of different worlds, different species, how would it work?

Joel tilted his head to the side.

Seriously how would it work? She didn’t have. . . well. . . a vagina. At least not one he could see.

Did she lay eggs?

Joel blanked at the thought. They drank like fish so who was to say that they didn’t procreate like them too?

He violently shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about that, it was none of his goddamn business. With his mind feeling clearer, his eyes roamed over her sleeping figure. She was a silent sleeper. Her hands were tucked under her head, most of her tail submerged beneath the water, flowing freely with the soft ripples of water. All he wanted to do was to kneel beside her and stroke her hair, her body that seemed soft and supple.

Joel managed to do half of what he wanted. He took a seat near her, the gravel crunching under his weight, her breathing more audible now that he was close.

It’d been almost a month since he found her entangled within the nasty fisher’s net. He didn’t know how long it took mermaids to heal but he had a sneaking suspicion that she had. His mouth dried, a sudden uncomfort riling his stomach. He was afraid she was staying here for his sake. To spare his feelings. That notion just didn’t sit right with him. It was unfair to her, and, in some ways, it was unfair to him. He didn’t believe a creature like her would want to stay with an old man like him. He had nothing to offer. No land, no money, no nothing.

Only the lighthouse.

The kiss had been one of convenience, he told himself almost every night, stroking himself while replaying the moment over and over. He hadn’t visited the brothel since. None of them could compare to how she made him feel, and he doubt he’d go even after she left.

“You’re thinking loud,” a murmur came from next to him. She stirred and flipped to her back, eyes finding his a second later. Joel could see her dreams still glimmering in her eyes, adding a shine. Her brows furrowed when his gaze lingered longer than it should have. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he answered. “I brought the guitar.”

“Really?” she was suddenly wide away, her upper hand lifting and tail splashing as she came to a sitting position. “Will you play for me?”

Despite himself, he grinned, “That’s why I brought it, sweetheart.”

He reached out and picked it up. When he returned, he caught her eyes on the exposed skin of his stomach, her lips parted. Briefly, her gaze found his.

“I—um—” she looked away, bottom lip sucked between her teeth. “I know some songs so maybe I can join your playing.”

Something flickered inside of him—a familiarity he couldn’t quite place.

“That sounds lovely,” he balanced the guitar over his lap and strummed a couple of strings, their sound filling the cave. His gaze expectant as he looked back at her. “Go on now, don’t be shy.”

She puffed her cheeks, huffing with annoyance, “That’s not fair, I said I would join you, not the other way around.”

“You’re breakin’ my heart,” with a fixed gaze, his eyes grew soft and he smiled. “Please?”

With a sigh she shifted closer, her tail swaying with an elegant fluidity. Her voice, when it finally graced the air, was hauntingly beautiful—a melody that seemed to bridge the gap between the human world and the mysteries of the sea. The lyrics spoke of lost homes and forgotten dreams, of endless depths and aching hearts. It was a song of longing and solitude, a mournful tale that seemed to capture the very essence of her existence.

As she sang, Joel's fingers moved deftly across the strings of his guitar, weaving his own notes into the fabric of her song. The cave's quiet embrace amplified the sound of his guitar, each note resonating against the walls. The music swirled around them, an unspoken conversation between two souls who had found an unexpected connection.

He watched her, the soft glow of the cave reflecting in her eyes as she sang. Her voice carried a weight that tugged at his heart, stirring emotions he had long kept buried.

Without thinking, Joel's voice joined hers, his rough yet tender tones intertwining with her song. As their voices merged, the cave seemed to come alive, the walls reverberating with the bittersweet harmony of their duet.

In the midst of the music, a memory began to surface—the melody she sang felt achingly familiar. He strummed the guitar with increasing fervor, his fingers dancing across the strings as he tried to match the rhythm of her song.

And then it hit him—the realization that sent a shiver down his spine.

It was her.

The sound that accompanied him every night.

The sound that kept him sane.

The sound that made him feel less alone. Less broken.

The sound of an old friend.

It was her. It had always been her.

Joel suddenly stopped, his eyes wide and lips agape as he just. . .stared at her. She was lost in her song, only noticing the loss of the soulful sound of the guitar moments later. Joel watched her blink with confusion, on edge, thanks to his gaze. “It’s you,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re the song.”

“I’m. . .what?”

Wanting her to understand as soon as possible, Joel began humming the melody every part of him had grown accustomed to. He went on until her features shifted from confusion to recognition, a hand coming to cover her mouth.

“You heard me?” she whispered.

“I did,” he swallowed. “Every night.”

Joel didn’t waste any more time. He held her gently by the neck, feeling her pulse as he crashed their lips together. He licked himself deep into her mouth and tasted the sea on her tongue. Her hands limply pawed his chest, bunching his shirt between delicate fingers.

Her moans were even more beautiful than her song.

He couldn’t get enough of it. His mouth devoured her, eating her alive with every fat swipe of his tongue. Her moans were swallowed by him. She was pliant, body trembling against his, desperate in the way she allowed herself to be consumed. Her breath stuttered as he cupped her breasts, the scale that covered them slowly sinking into her skin, leaving her bare to his tongue.

Joel wanted no time in lowering himself, sucking the pebbled flesh between his lips. He swirled his tongue and nipped her with sharp teeth. She thread her fingers through his hair, pulled him closer. Joel looked at her between heavy lashes. Her breathing was frantic, her heart like a hummingbird’s in her chest. He pushed her tits together, dragged his tongue quickly from one swollen nipple to the other, she threw her head back with a wanton moan, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

He felt the sting of her nails on his shoulders. Her trails thrashed against the calm waters and his one hand slid down to where the scales began. Joel never felt them properly before. He cupped the area where her ass would be if she were human, the pads of his finger digging into her flesh. She seemed to enjoy that. Her body shuddered, her scales growing wetter by the second.

Joel parted from her chest with a pop, his lips were damp and a string of saliva followed him. “How does this work?” he asked, voice nothing but gravel.

Still in a haze, she blinked. Confused. A smug smile tugged at his lips, pride, and cock swelling simultaneously. Finally, when she understood, she took his hand and led it down to her front. Joel didn’t look. He wanted to memorize her face instead, engraving every part of her into memory. As he was preoccupied, he felt it, an opening similar to a human woman’s. She still held her wrist while he explored. He traced the lips, the wetness between them.

Her eyes rolled back when he brushed against the crown of her cunt, a throbbing pearl hidden. “Joel,” she breathed. “Again, please.”

He nuzzled her neck and laid a kiss. “You’re not that different from your human counterpart it seems,” he murmured, goosebumps rising where his lips touched. “I want to eat this pretty cunt out, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”

She nodded hazily, eyes clouded by lust. Joel splayed her over the shore, the bottom half of her tail still lazily moving under the water. He didn’t care about getting wet. Moving down, he straddled her and looked down.

The breath got knocked out of him.

Her hands were on each side of her head above the gravel, her chest raising up and down heavily as she looked up at him, gaze half-lidded. Joel’s gaze traveled lower. Just like he imagined, there was an opening a bit lower from where her tail started. The gaps between the scales had become almost non-existing, accommodating the perfect cunt that’d blossomed for him. It was wet. Glistening. He went down on his elbows, his mouth watering at the sight of it trembling.

“So pretty,” he rasped. “Gonna fuckin’ devour you, honey.”

He pressed his lips hungrily, tongue delving between her folds and tasting her from within. He didn’t separate as he moved his jaw. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed his tongue, begging him for more. Joel obliged, dragging his mouth up and down and purposefully bumping her clit with the curve of his nose.

She was so darn wet. Soaked. He heard whimpers of his name but he was too far gone to grace the pleas with a response. Joel closed his lips around her clit and sucked, applying pressure with a pointed tongue. His fingers joined in on the fun, he pushed them in knuckle deep, scissoring them as he drew circles over the throbbing bundle of nerves.

“That’s it,” he hummed, his breath warm against her core. “Fall apart for me, sweet temptress.”

It was too much, too fast.

His tongue was merciless, his words like a honeyed poison. Your mind was nothing but a haze. The world around you is left spinning. You didn’t remember the last time someone had you like this, so hungry and desperate. All you could do was beg for more. His fingers were thick and long inside of you, pressing harder and harder until he reached the spot that made you see stars.

It didn’t take you long after that. His tongue flat over your clit, you felt your muscles begin to tighten, your scales practically vibrating in answer to the strokes of his mouth.

His hand moved to the side of your face as he increased the pressure with his tongue, making you moan and thrust your hips against him. Your body was his to control and it responded eagerly to each touch, kiss, and lick. As his lips pressed harder and deeper, his mouth moving sloppily, your breathing began to quicken, your heart pounding in your ears amidst the sound of the waves lapping against your tail.

He moaned into your pussy, your ears narrowed on the sound, forgetting all else. Feeling your slick becoming heavy on his tongue, he repeated the sound and your chest heaved, beasts tingling. You could feel your entire body tensing up, your fingers gripping his wet hair for leverage as you shuddered and exploded in his arms. Your muscles tightened and quaked against him as his jaw and tongue continued their wicked work until finally, mercifully, you were released and slipped off the edge into the depths of rapturous bliss. A squirt of wetness soaked them both, filling his mouth and making a mess of his plump lips.

Your world stilled and your eyes rolled back in your head as you lay there in his arms, savoring every second of nirvana that his tongue had so generously gifted to you. He didn’t stop until you were tugging at his hair. Joel did so with a soft growl, his gaze dark as he faced you, a wicked hunger still clouding his eyes. His hair still tight between your fingers, he parted his lips, and a string of saliva fell in a vicious drip from his tongue. You shuddered. Never breaking his gaze, he delved his fingers between the delicate folds and spread the mess he made. Debouched, was the only this you were able to think about.

This man was every bit of hungry as you were.

“Joel,” you whined upon feeling your arousal rapidly building between your legs once more. “I want to feel you.” you swallowed. “Want your cock.”

“Say that again, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Convince me how bad you want it.”

You weren't sure what to do, but you humored him anyway. Crunching up, you met him halfway in a wet kiss. “I want you to split me into two, Joel,” you whispered into his lips. “Want to feel the stretch of your cock. Want to feel that it’s real. I want you to fuck me so good that you’ll be spilling out of me as you take me again,” you dragged your lips down his throat. He was shaking. “Again,” a kiss. “And again. . .”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “So filthy for such a pretty thing.”

“Joel,” you whispered, ignoring him. You cupped his cock through his jeans and began to stroke him. His forehead fell to your shoulder, hips canting shallowly into your wanting palm. “Prove to me that humans can fuck just as well.”

You’re not sure what it was—Jealousy? Pride? Whatever you said that got under his skin, you were glad.

Joel pinned you to the gravel, his rough hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. He stroked where the scales began, sending tremors and tingles up your body. He freed himself of his belt with one skilled hand and pulled out his cock. The tip glistened, precome still oozing from the tip. Your mouth watered. For a human, he was rather blessed. He eagerly stroked himself over you, his cock jutting from his fist. You warmed at the sight, slick wetting the inside of your thighs and adding to the mess. You couldn’t help it. There was just something so incredibly erotic about a man fucking his fist. It felt so primal. So instinctive about it.

He pushed into you with a clipped groan, the movement almost punishing. Your insides clenched and all the air in your lungs seemed to desert you by the force of the thrust. Looking down at you, Joel smiled. The curl of his lips menacing and taunting. He pulled back agonizingly slow before he was rutting back into your spasming hole. You let out a sound between a hiss and a moan. His glee only seemed to heighten when you held on to his biceps, grounding yourself against the rock of his hips.

“What’d you say, sweetheart?” he said, tone laced with venom. You were in a thick haze of lust, your mind finding trouble understanding his words. When you couldn’t answer, he slammed harder into the tight fist of your cunt. Your body drooled all over him and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Can humans fuck?” he said cruelly.

Your mind was scattered. Especially when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. His fingers began to move down your tail where the scales were most sensitive. Joel didn’t know this. As he skimmed a line back up with blunt nails, he was taken aback to feel you gripping him tight, slickness flowing from you like a broken fountain.

Your lungs burned. Your body nothing for of aflame. A strangled moan left him, the tightness of your cunt forcing him to slow. “Holy shit,” he moaned, jaw slack. “What the fuck—” His eyes went to meet yours only to find you hidden under your hands. An adorning smile grazed his face. “Hey, look at me,” he said and rolled his hips as an incentive. A short breath parted your lips. You lowered your hands, eyes tearing as you met his gaze. “Why so embarrassed darlin’? That was fuckin’ hot.”

You didn’t answer. Not enjoying your silence, Joel again grazed your scales with his nails. He nearly came when you squeezed around him again, forcing the hitch of his breath. “You like when I do that?” he murmured.

“Y-Yeah,” you answered. “They become sensitive during intercourse.”

“Interestin’,” he hummed, looking down to where his cock was still buried deep. Keeping your hips pinned, he pulled out and grinded his cock over your tail instead. Your eyes grew wide from where it was glued. He made a delicious mess of the scales, slick and precome staining the vibrant blue and gray. Pleasure rippled across your tail and your brows furrowed, your expression melting in bliss.

“I could stare at your face forever,” he muttered. “I don’t think I ever seen such a fucked out expression.”

Heat gathered under your cheeks but honestly, you couldn’t really focus on it. Joel slipped back inside of you, despite how wet you were, you could still feel him stretching you wide. And with every wild thrust, he managed to get deeper and deeper. His cock pulsed, fingers now a constant pressure on your sensitive tail, “Gonna come,” he moaned, eyelids fluttering. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close until you felt the entirety of the man’s weight.

You wanted to feel him dripping out of you and you made your message clear by holding him in place. He was vocal where his face was buried in your neck. Tongue and teeth abusing the skin. His movements were rapid, the sound of skin against skin echoed, cock pressing hard into your heat. He fucked you until he stole his third orgasm from you, it felt like a jolt of electricity, your slick coating his length and dripping down. It was so overwhelming that you bit where his neck met his shoulder. You ignored the fact that this marked him as yours, and that the mark of a mermaid would last for weeks.

Joel didn’t mind the pain. In fact, it spurred him on. He whined into your skin, hammering until he spilled into you, filling you until it was spilling from where he was stretching you. The way you fluttered and clenched was too much for him, he fucked his come back into you, hearing it make those sloppy wet gushing noises against his hips. He drove his hips forward until there was nothing left of him. His moans bounced off of clenched teeth.

And when your arms fell back to the gravel, limp with pleasure, he stopped.

You sighed happily at the touch of his lips over your heated skin. He kissed a trail down to your breasts, kissing each one, his softening cock slipped out of you and he went lower. Kisses and licks on your stomach and lastly one placed on your trembling mound.

Your hands hastily pulled him back up for a long, lazy kiss. It was full of emotion, each swipe of your tongue conveying something else. Gratitude, pleasure, love.

“You’re healed aren’t you?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes.”

A beat of silence.

“Now what?”

“Now,” you sigh. “I leave.” A humorless, bitter chuckle left your lips. “But I really don’t want to.”

He answered almost immediately, “Then don’t.”

Joel pulled back to look at you, his gaze warm like the sun dancing above waves. You let out a sigh. Just like the sun, the look was also blinding. “I can’t live in this cave forever.”

His brows drew together with confusion and you worried that perhaps you accidentally said something else. He shook his head, “Who said anythin’ about livin’ in this cave?” Joel’s lips curled in amusement in answer to your shocked expression. “You were already livin’ close to the lighthouse, weren’t you? You can come and visit. And I can visit the shores more often, As long as you’re not on the other side of the sea, we can be together.”

He looked at you expectantly, and when your silence grew, so did his doubts. “Right?” he asked.

“Right,” you repeated. You giggled at his relieved expression and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I don’t know why I just assumed I’d have to live here. Like some sort of weird prison.”

“Hmmm,” Joel smiled dragging his nose down from your temple to your cheek. He pulled you close and you laid your head over the expanse of his chest. “I guess I just fucked you that good.”

“Don’t get so full of yourself. I was just taken by surprise.”

“Sure, honey,” he answered, smile widening into a grin. “Whatever you say so.”

(i made this moodboard before fanna's stunning bday gift to me which is the gif above but I adore this mood board so I decided to put it here thank you for reading xx)

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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Trigger warnings: NSFW, witchcraft and demon invocations, dom!eddie x sub!reader, tentacles, anal sex, oral sex, lose of virginity (reader) dacryphilia, bdsm, corruption kink, unprotected sex, dubcon (it’s actually dark), oral sex (male r) non accurate descriptions of witchcraft, use of “Y/N”, reader has female anatomy, hints of YN getting bullied at school. lemme know if i forgot something. (Let’s ignore “Kas” is from dnd please) (reader is +18)

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

(𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞) (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝)

Usually loneliness didn’t bother you, to be honest not much things bother you, maybe the girls that pull your hair as hard as they can but it’s not their fault, you should know better than to wear your hair down in front of them. Then there’s the guys, they never try to hangout with you either, to scared that you’ll cast a spell on them but brave enough to pick on you, “it’s none sense” you think

Of course you were aware of your “not so common” hobbies, how much they bothered everyone around, you mommy doesn’t know how to talk to you and daddy doesn’t even bother anymore “they’re bussy” you think

You grew to love nature, the sound of the rain and coldness of the wind are better company than any of your classmates at this point “that must be why no one likes me, for having those thoughts” selfish selfish girl

Anyways, that was yesterday, you shrugged at the thoughts and continued to look through the bookcases, most of them are too tall for you to reach and you’ll certainly won’t ask for help, hopefully something interesting will be there for you able to reach or not, until…. “THE UNDEAD AND ENTITIES” caught your eyes “bingo” you beamed until you read the rest of the title “Advanced witchcraft” well, here’s the thing, you’re not an exceptional witch that comprehends everything but hey! You casted a “self love spell” yesterday, this must be on the same level. Confidence is everything.

You grabbed the book and sprinted to “Susan” the librarian, she just made an annoyed sound and sighed (completely unsurprised).

To eager to get home you sprinted towards the exit until you almost slipped, the floor was wet “hmm?” It started raining and you didn’t even noticed silly silly girl.

By the time you got home your hair was soaked and your rubber boots covered in mud, dirty foot prints on your carpet but your excitement was way stronger than they worry you felt for you to actually do something, when you got to your room you stumped into the edge of your vanity, “fudge!” You cried, great, now you have a bruised hip how ever that wasn’t the important, you were more interested on the book you just dropped, it opened itself into a page the legend “Kas” was all you could read until you took a closer look.

You traced your finger over his photo “pretty” you thought this man- demon was indeed pretty, his long brown locks looked silky in the picture, he appeared to have red eyes and his skin looked gray-ish but not so much, he had tattoos and pretty factions adorning his face, if he wasn’t a demon he could be an angel or a god, “Ironic” you thought….

Finally you began to read the instructions. Salt, candles, black obsidian, 3 drops of your blood… Yeah yeah you have all of those things thank god again ironic, you traced the salt circle and pinched your finger with a needle, dropping 3 drops in your chalice and positioned the obsidians how the instructions said…

Kas

Nothing happened, you’re not sure what to expect, but absolutely not nothing! You heard the wind chimes and sighed, “well maybe it doesn’t work” you groaned and began to retire each of the items from it’s place and when you finished you sat on your vanity “why didn’t the ritual work?” Of course you were frustrated, were you a bad witch? At this point you’re not even sure it your self love spell worked too

“Why the sad face?” You heard a voice say, and when you looked in the mirror there he was.. he- that- thing- man sitting on your bed looking at you though the mirror..

“Shit!” You cried “okay it fucking worked you thought” god you don’t even swear! Wait, god?

“I’ve seen really fucked up places doll face, like really fucked up places, but i have never been invoked in a room like- this…” he judged the pink wall paper of your walls

“I’m sorry im sorry!” Pathetic little cries came out from your mouth not so brave now right? The stranger tried to take a closer look to you making you fall from your vanity chair landing on the hard floor with a thud… it made him chuckle. “Please please, don’t hurt me” he chuckled and hovered over you “why am i here doll?” He asked again caressing your soft thighs with his claws, they were sharp, but not to sharp to instantly tear you apart.

“J-just wanted t-to practice” you pleaded “practice what?” He asked sternly “R-rituals?”

He smirked, god what a pretty girl, he haven’t had much action in decades, he noticed the way you looked at him you were afraid of course, but also intrigued

“P-please…” you sounded defeated and he began to sniff you neck, taking a deep breath inhaling the scent of your perfume and your shampoo blending with fear and lust god you smell fucking perfect

“Are you scared?” You nodded. “Then why are you wet?” He asked

Shhh he cooed and you heard a slimy sound… he has tentacles hollyshit “What’s your name?” He asked “Y-y/n” you said and then you felt his tentacle began to rub little circles over your panties (skirt for easy access) the rubbing motions making your panties wet and not entirely because of you, his tentacles are wet themselves, he pressured harder making you whimper

“Does your pretty little clit feel good princess?” He asked and you cries in pleasure “it’s puffy already princess, do you neglect it? Don’t you treat your pussy right?” fuck

The only thing you can do is moan and cry in pleasure when you feel the tip of his other tentacle rubbing circles in your entrance “messy girl” “gonna put it in, gonna put the tip in” he said making you clench in anticipation, your gummy walls hugged him just right feeling the texture of his tentacles drag inside you

“I’m a v-virgin” you cried in pleasure. “well, not anymore sweetheart” he smirked and pushed his tentacle all the way inside you making you cry out in both pain and pleasure “f-fuck so tight pussy’s made for me” the soaping sounds your body was producing were addicting his eyes locked in you even though your eyes were rolling back into your head, he noticed the lack of a bra under your top now your hard and sensitive nipples were pressing against it

He pinched them through your top with his index finger and his thumb making you yelp “Y-yes! Yes more please!” Your high pitched moans drove him insane “gonna give it hard to you whore” his tentacle inside you began to fuck you faster, harder, slamming into you so hard it kissed your cervix, it hurts but the motion of his other tentacles rubbing your clit felt so good.

Then another tentacle appeared making his way around your torso and holding you in place “how does it feel bunny? You look so cute all cock drunk, well tentacle drunk” he chuckled “G-g-good ff-feels good” you babbled, he started to palm the huge bulge in his pants moaning “fuckin’ h-hell bitch got me all worked up, all because that tight little pussy-“ he noticed that way you were clenching on him and the louder your moans got “filthy thing you’re gonna cum” he angled his tentacle so now he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you, the one that makes you see stars, the one you never reach when you touch yourself late at night and hump your stuffies, then you feel it, you’re gonna piss- oh no oh no

“Stop! G-gonna- need to” “Just fucking cum!” he growled… and it was inevitable the pressure on your abdomen ceased and white hot pleasure invaded your body making you see spots, you’re soaked and your body is vibrating “Yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna fucking breed you, gonna be stuffed to the brim bitch- you f-fucking BITCH!-“ he growled, pleasure invading his body, it was too much for you, you tried to move back, away from his delicious tentacles but he grabbed your hips holding you in place that’s gonna leave a mark

Then you feel it…. Not only your second orgasm but his… the first rope of his seed “Oh-my-“ he starts but it’s interrupted by his own moans you’re crying and his moans are so hot and needy, animalistic, he’s cumming so much, enough to feel a chalice at least, he’s pumping you full of his cum “M-milk me- Milk me!” He gasps for air but you’re cumming too, clenching so hard against him making it impossible for both your orgasms to stop…

Both your moans ceased and his arms are tightly wrapped around you, his tentacle still there too, you tried to catch your breath and his head rested on the crook of your neck, it felt peaceful but it didn’t last long “Need more of you princess, need another hole” he croaked

Before you could protest he flipped you onto you stomach, now in all fours he splits your legs apart, his tentacles wrapping around your ancles, he pushes your tits out of your top too

“Look at these baby fuck” he rasped and pinched your nipples again, this time also massaging your tits. You were still trembling, tears falling from your pretty eyes, he was so fucking hard, balls blue even his dick hasn’t been in you just yet, only his tentacles that had filled you with cum too… the tentacle in your pussy moved again but slowly and you cried, over sensitive, the other one applied pressure on your clit again but didn’t move, the one thats wrapped around your torso starts to play with your nipples, flipping and rubbing them, just like the one thats on your clit.

You feel another one “fuck” you think, its sliding all the way from your calf to your ass to your tight rim, it’s circling it, making it wet, just like lube would do

“Is this little hole a virgin too sweetheart?” He asked smugly “Your pussy- fuck sweetheart, she’s the best I’ve ever had” you wanted to feel proudly but too deep into submission to even think about yourself, Kas is your master now “All of me K-Kas… I’ve n-never done anything with any-anyone” you said

“Hmm?” Cute he thought “Fuck doll, even that pretty little mouth?” He chuckled and you nodded, this time proudly, it all made sense now, you’ve always been his that’s why life turned this way

He kept circling your rimm with his tentacle and tried to test the waters by dipping just the tip in… again the texture driving you insane. You whimpered at the sensation and felt him slide deeper into you, this time making you cry out, both pleasure and pain

The tentacle in your pussy began to move faster

“You’re gonna be a slut for me aren’t you baby? Might been a virgin a few minutes ago but look at you now… the dirtiest slut I’ve ever seen, so full of my cum. Don’t worry baby, i have more for you, gonna be stuffed”

“I’m your slut Kas, all yours” you cried and it felt so unnatural to talk like this but not displeasing “Eddie” he said

“W-what?” You asked “It’s fucking Eddie!” He growled and pushed the tentacle all the way into your ass making you fucking cry, the tears falling from your eyes making him want to fuck your harder, everything he has was slamming into you faster Harder He got rougher

Now you were crying and panting like a bitch in heat your mouth fell open and it was too late for you to protest when you felt another tentacle sliding into you mouth muffling your moans, cries and whimpers, it was too much, but it felt so good

“Fuck!” Eddie cried in pleasure, you didn’t know and he wouldn’t tell you but you were overstimulating him. How was it possible that a human was making him feel this good?

The tentacle slides trough you throat fucking it, the other one pistons into your ass and your pussy is nothing more than a fleshlight he’s fucking roughly… the circles in your clit we’re erratic now, faster than your fingers will ever allow you to go and your nipples? Oh god your nipples… You think you can cum only from the way he’s playing with them

Your eyes are rolled back and at this point you’re squirting, soaking everything and cum falls from your pussy making a little puddle on the floor

You can’t let him know you’re gonna cum… how?

“B-baby baby-“ he cried “gonna make me cum g-good girl? I’ll breed you okay? Gonna let me breed you?” Its a rhetorical question, even if you don’t want him to, he’ll do it, he’ll fucking do it

It’s building in you again, it’s too good it’s too much and you can only hear the wet sounds your body is making You cry again in pleasure and everything went white… your vision the only thing you hear now is…

“I’m cumming! Fucking whore I’m cumming!” Your tears blur your vision but you feel all the cum filling all your little holes… a literal cum dump

it’s over it’s over….

You feel him collapse on top of you, his whole weight into you is welcomed and you feel all the tentacles leave your holes slowly

You’re covered in sweat and so is he, it’s too sticky to be comfortable and you try to move but-

“Shhh shhh” he cooed “Don’t move baby, let me have this” you noticed the huge wet patch on his pants he came untouched your breath calmed down and he picked you up gently and placed you on your bed “Eddie” you rambled, the dizzy look on your face letting him know you were still tentacles drunk

“Fucking precious little thing” he growled, “I’ll come back later okay? You’re too interesting to let go now” He kissed your forehead and disappeared leaving you all sticky on your bed

Fuck

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YOU ALWAYS HAD ME — synopsis: what would you do if your hot best friend agreed to fake date you to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? will it ruin your friendship or will it prevail into something more?

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One of your favourite things you did growing up to find solace outside of your rowdy home was sitting by the porch, drinking in the starry night above you. Usually, you had company; your Persian cat, Kiki who has found herself a new owner; Gojo Satoru.

“What’s going on that pretty little head of yours?” Your thoughts, are instantly broken by the low yet smoky voice of the man you were falling in love with. — your best friend, your fake boyfriend.

“Nothing”

“Lies. I’ve been searching everywhere for you but then your kind mother told me this is your favourite spot.” You felt the plank beneath you creak and found yourself a new company.

“You were looking for me?” Your voice came out barely a whisper.

Tucking away the strands of hair behind your ear, “Yeah?.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

So did the clock.

10 minutes till Midnight.

“Can we end this, Satoru?”

“What?”

"You heard me."

"So that’s on your mind? Is that why you invited me here? To break up with me in front of your family's porch? Or did Toji text you back? I-"

"Satoru, do you want to know what I dislike about you?"

"If it's me stealing your chocolates, I'm sorry. Please don't end this"

You cupped his face, the warmth from the contact of your hands and his face kept you alive. He looks so cute with his face being squashed. His bright blue eyes on you, pouting.

"Wrong. I don't like it when you cut me off and you’re so dramatic ‘toru! Toji hasn’t texted me since forever! But it doesn’t matter anyway because I love you."

His pout, was instantly replaced with a smile like a kid who got candy from his mother.

"Then will you shut me up by kissing m-"

You threw your body weight on him, snaking your arms around his neck, playing with the underside of his undercut. It's so hot. Supposedly a small fleeting kiss immediately turned into a passionate heated kiss, outside your family's porch.

You gasped in surprise at the sensation of his hands tucking underneath your shirt, pinching your skin.

The kiss that breaks apart, left you both catching for air.

Removing his hands that previously rested under your shirt, sliding in your palms, stroking your hands with his thumb.

"You're so cute. I like the taste of your lips on mine. And I love you too, YN. Always have been, ever since high school. We grew up together so technically, I watched you grow up heh. Watching you have your first boyfriend broke my heart, but if that was the price for me to pay seeing you so happy, I'd gladly break my heart a thousand times over. But a part of me wished it was me who made you smile. So when he broke your heart, it was as if the whole world just crashed on me. You, out of everyone deserve so much love."

Like as if that wasn't enough to tug your heartstrings,

"YN, can I be your boyfriend? I'll love you with everything that I have, I promise."

“Here’s a pen for you baby”

“What for?”

“Hmm? To tick off the the rest of your checklist sweetheart”

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hi!!! congrats on getting more followers! i was honestly so excited when i saw the masquerade prompts. you don't understand just how much i love your works ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

may i please request prompt 3 for leona, vil, and jade?

thank you so much!!!

3. You were invited to this stupid party by someone you really can't stand, but you can't find them anywhere. Thankfully you found this wonderful person to dance with who is a great time and nothing like that person at all.

And you don't know how much it means to me that I make you happy when I post (つ﹏⊂) I do write things that amuse myself yes, but seeing my regulars in my notes makes me so happy. I think about you guys when I write stuff all the time ♡

notes: they/them used for Yuu, yeah I came up with this prompt for Leona what of it, references to Ch 6 with Vil, Jade and Yuu are implied to be in the "what are we" stage of the dumpster fire situationship. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Leona

How hard could it be to find a lion- well anywhere now that you are really thinking about it? They stand out, have an incessant need for sleep, are constantly making demands of other people, and oh yeah this one has a fucking tail. You would have thought it would be extremely easy to find Leona even if everyone was wearing some sort of costume because you would have just needed to pin the tail on the asshole but no. It would seem that several of these obnoxious costumes came with tails. Yours included, it was extremely annoying to sit on and you found yourself with many uncomfortable questions about how Leona, Ruggie, and Jack functioned at NRC with those things. Do beastmen have different furniture to accommodate their tails? Just how different is a beastman's anatomy to a regular man's and would Leona just show up already so you could stop thinking about his ass?

"Hey watch where you're goin'." Your thoughts are interrupted with faux fur. Lots of it, you loose your mask in the struggle to pry yourself free of the stranger's costume and are unable to use the anonymity to hide your opinion of his costume.

It sucks. Whoever this guy is he must have really pissed off Crewel to get stuck with this weird abomination of a fur trimmed cape. It barely matches the antlers on his head, he doesn't seemed that bothered by your look, offering you back your mask with a shrug.

"I know. Ugly as shit right?"

"You said it not me." You fix your mask back into place and look at the buffet table next to you both. "Hey have you seen a lion around anywhere? I thought I might find him next to the meats but haven't had much luck so far."

"A lion hm?" This man leans back folding his arms so really know he's thinking. "Can't say I have. Why ya' lookin for him?" He bends just a little bit closer to you. "Am I not good enough company for you?"

"But sir," You fake gasp "we've only just met and this lion invited me. I need to at least let him know how annoyed I am he made me waste my evening."

"Oh do you know." The man laughs. "Well we really should go find him then." He offers you his hand and takes you towards the dance floor, tossing his heavy, ugly cloak around as he does letting the weight push other couples out of the way.

"I thought you were taking me to look for my lion, Mr. Deer." Leona knows you are teasing him, that doesn't mean his ears twitch any less at being called a deer. "Are you sure you didn't just want to dance with me?"

"Bit full of ourselves aren't we?" He dips you and relishes the way you gasp. "Since when was he your lion?" Since you stepped on his tail but you don't need to know that. He certainly didn't until Ruggie pointed out.

"Since he decided to invite me to an event I was already invited to." You have every right to sound this smug but he really is not in the mood to admit it.

"You sure seemed content to ditch him for me. Sure that's smart of you? You're pretty tiny I'd hate to see you get eaten." The grumpy part of him sort of wishes you had ditched "him" to keep looking for your lion.

"Ah well." you sound shy, he hears your heart rate quicken ever so slightly. "I sort of owe him an apology? Every time I try to talk to him I get a but tongue tied and say a bunch of stuff I don't really mean." This is not news to him, he knows the steps of your heartbeat as well as he knows his own.

"Maybe he invited you because he owes you one too." He picks you up as the song ends, arms wrapped tight around your waist pinning your arms to your side and carrying you off back towards the buffet. "Do me a favor and get rid of the mask would you? I'm tired of you acting like I'm some stupid herbivore."

"LEONA?" Oh so you really didn't know. Pity that just makes him laugh louder. He had wanted to do the gently put he drops you just a tiny bit to hear you scream as payback for not knowing it was him. People are staring but he really doesn't care so long as your eyes remain on him until the night is over and return when you wake back up.

"Now," he sets you down in the corner where you found him "I believe you were complaining about me wasting your evening? Well I am all ears, just where do you suggest we go?"

Vil

Saying something out loud really does have a way of making it sound worse. "I cursed sweets Trey sent over to prevent the spudlings from cheating on their diets." Did not sound unreasonable to Vil. When Rook added "without telling the person whose dorm I was staying in or asking for their permission" he had initially scoffed, brushed it from his mind and gone back to preparing for VDC. Why would that matter? They weren't in charge of VDC, they didn't have any say in how he ran his group.

It's just one of the things he would like to scold his past self for. That action had nothing to do with the VDC; Yuu had correctly seen it as a further alienation of them from the broader school population and stripping of their autonomy. It was not something that occurred to him because Vil was not in the habit of viewing people as throwaways, everyone regardless of circumstance had potential. All they had to do was work hard and they would flourish, and the longer he looked at Yuu the stronger he felt he was right.

You had not originally been invited to the dance. Crowley had explained that first years needed permission from their Housewarden to come, and since Ramshackle did not have one, and you apparently did not count you were not allowed. Vil had been the last person you expected to stick up for you. Sure it sucked to hear someone say inviting you was "just a formality" but you were not going to complain about someone making it easier to feed Grim. You had intended to hunt him down and make Grim say thank you, but your great mage master had somehow managed to ditch you before you had found anyone you recognized, let alone Vil. It made you feel very alone, dissociative even, which had not been helped by the figure who appeared asking if you were alright.

"Do you need to go someplace more quiet?" You shake your head, fully aware your mask likely isn't helping your argument.

"No sorry I was just looking for..." The words die in your throat, you realize you aren't quite sure what to call Vil exactly. Friend sounds presumptuous, acquaintance sounds rude, and he is certainly not your anything let alone Housewarden. "The person who invited me." It sounds lame, but it settles you enough to let you stand without feeling dizzy. "I wanted to say thank you." The man in front of you smiles hand coming up to his face as if he is trying to hold back laughter.

"I don't think the Headmage needs anymore of an ego boost. Besides, isn't it a bit too early to be looking for someone you know?" You bite your tongue to keep from digging yourself into a hole, of course this stranger thinks Crowley invited you like he technically invited everyone else. And it would sound like you were a crazed fan if you admitted you were looking for Vil now, no one was as unaware of his fame as you were.

"I- I guess." You swallow your nerves and prepare to excuse yourself.

"Are you alright?" His voice is so beautiful, his concern doesn't sound fake at all as he guides you out onto the balcony and politely looks to the side when you take off your mask to breathe in the fresh air and steady yourself.

"Sorry." You have no idea what you are apologizing for.

"There's no need to apologize. You were invited, you belong here." He says it so forcefully you really want to believe him. "When people make you feel out of place, when they do things you don't like you have every right to let them know and demand an apology."

"Hah." You let out a sharp breath, turning to face your new friend with a rueful smile. He reaches behind his head to undo the straps of his mask as you continue to speak. "That sounds nice but you have no idea who I would start talking back to-" The mask falls and you stop dead, Vil's gaze just as intense as when he caught Ace, Grim, and Deuce but this time solely aimed at you.

"Why are you stopping?" He does not close the distance between you, no matter how much Vil might want to erase it he knows the first step cannot be his. "My advice isn't going to change just because you want to scold me. If anything I encourage it, true beauty cannot be achieved without feedback."

"You scare me." You admit.

"I am aware."

"I think you hate me." You take a hesitant step forward.

"I did not expect you to make me happy." He meets you in the middle, gently taking your hand and placing it just over his heart. "But you have been an unceasing source of joy from the moment I first properly spoke to you. If I have ever done anything to tarnish your happiness... no I know I have. I have made you feel small and alone and that is never a way a want you to feel." Vil is surprisingly strong, and his heart is beating faster with each word he says despite the perfectly collected look on his face. "If there is something I can do to apologize..."

"You could dance with me." The request is still much too timid, but a palace is not built overnight.

"As you wish."

Jade

Poor tiny Yuu, all lost, alone, and confused in the middle of a sea of people. They're searching for a needle fish in an unforgiving ocean, very much aware that they are running out of time. There is fear in their actions is so palpable and fragrant he stops to take a deep, shuddering breath and tastes it, rolling it around on his tongue savoring the imagined flavor.

Jade has you right where he wants you, all he has to do now is strike.

You are annoyed. Aggravated, slightly distressed maybe but you don't want to succumb to panic. Jade had slipped a handwritten invitation to the Masquerade under your door (that was completely unnecessary as Crowley had announced that everyone was invited) you had chosen to interpret as a threat. Confronting the bastard had only gotten you some fake sniffles and an insistence he would never ever hurt you.

"I am not accusing you of hurting me." You say blank look firm upon your face. "I am stating you threatened me." Jade has the audacity to quiver his lower lip.

"We have a one drink minimum here at the Mostro Lounge." His voice certainly wavers but sometimes you wonder if Jade has ever actually been afraid before, because the shit he is trying to pull right now really doesn't make it sound like he has. "Please at least order something, I would hate to lose my job."

And now the motherfucker is nowhere to be seen. You have got to look like an idiot, a well dressed dinosaur stomping around the jungle in a way all the other dinosaurs find annoying. Not that you can tell, everyone is wearing mask yourself included. The only way you would have of knowing who was who would be if you had somehow coordinated costumes, or checked with Crewel to see what someone was assigned. Which you did not do, but Jade very likely probably-

"Oh I am so sorry, are you alright?" Someone has walked into your thoughts and directly over your person, sending you both crashing to the floor. He recovers much more quickly than you do, reaching to help but pausing just before he touches you.

"I'm alright." You don't sound quite like you are, but you don't shy away from his touch as he helps you to your feet. It's hard to get a good read on the man in front of you, the mask he wears covers his entire face, including his mouth and his costume is billowy with a cape you swear could hide you both. As if sensing your thoughts he makes sure to flourish it as he brings you up to your feet. It's cute, you really wish you could see the way he looks.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks, not immediately letting go of you after he sets you upright. "It would be a waste to spend an entire evening so lost in your thoughts." You pause, considering your options, considering your partner. Jade is a neat dresser, this man is certainly neatly dressed, but he has a decidedly Rook like hat on, complete with some truly monstrous feathers, that's obscuring his true height. You also have a distinct answer that you are being watched and that this question as a wrong answer.

"Yes." You take his hand to his surprise, dragging him not to the center but off to a secluded corner of the ballroom where the music is still loud enough to hear but quiet enough that you can talk. Not that your partner seems to intend to do that, he holds you with a strange degree of gentleness guiding you through the steps of a much more formal sort of dance than you had ever done before.

"You seem quite frightened." The man finally says as the music begins to slow. "I do hope that wasn't because of me, I am only here to help after all."

"Motherfucker." You try to step on his toes and he laughs, taking control of the dance by tightening his grip on your arms and spinning you behind one of the lengthy curtains to press you up against the window.

"Later." is all he says as he ditches his mask, letting it fall who knows where as he pulls you into a deep heated kiss, intent on robbing you of as much air as he has sanity. He bites down on your lower lip as he leaves, sucking it until it swells and letting you up for air as he tightens his embrace. "You can yell and be angry at me for as long as you like later, but for now-" He presses another quick kiss to your lips "argue with me in a different way, hmm?"

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀human, choso kamo

it's been two years since the fall of the jujutsu world, and now choso kamo is finally able to keep the promise that he made with special-grade sorcerer yuki. to no longer live life as a curse but as a human. just his luck; his bubbly next-door neighbor is the one that helped guide him through it.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind and their will be descriptors, modern au but also in jjk verse, kinda my own interpretation and theories on how jjk will end, super self-indulgent bc it's my bday, neighbors to lovers (is that a trope), love making yay, mention of other jjk characters, a lot of jumps that are separated by dividers btw, somewhat plot twist at the end // smut warnings: missionary position, hand holding, mentions of hickeys/love bites, usage of spit, big d*ck choso is a warning in itself, implied of oral (m.receiving), handjob // word count: 5.5k, minors dni.

YOUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR, CHOSO, WAS EXTREMELY MYSTERIOUS. He only came out of his apartment for a couple of things—going grocery shopping, possibly working, and jogging. You never saw him being friends over. You never saw him bring a lover over. Nothing. Your curious mind always wondered if he was just a loner; maybe he didn’t have any family members alive. It was just him in the small countryside of Japan, and he was just taking his very lonely days day by day. Or was it cruel of you to assume? It wasn’t really your business as a young foreigner just enjoying her youthful years of traveling.

You’ve been everywhere, searching for a permanent home after deciding to step away from your actual job. Malaysia, Nigeria, Brazil—you have been traveling for a while, and now it seems you may have found your permanent home for good. The small town wasn’t as busy as Tokyo, but it got lively when the people got together to throw small festivals to celebrate things. If you recall, tonight’s festival celebrated the anniversary of the eldest married couple living in the community. Everyone was prompted to bring a dish, baked goods, or gifts. You took it upon yourself to make onigiri because it was one of the easiest dishes you couldn’t butcher without the eldest questioning your cooking skills.

With your best outfit, you glanced at Choso’s door and began your journey down to the main court of the community with your dish. You could hear the laughter and music of the people in the community as they were setting up. You could see the eldest couple, Mr. and Mrs. Aoki, slowly dancing to the music that was blasting through the speakers. Huge smiles on their faces caused their eyes to crinkle and for them to hold on to each other a bit tighter. Despite such a fast-paced song playing, they took their time indulging in each other’s company as if they wouldn’t have each other anymore the next day.

“You look gorgeous,” You heard one of your friends, Hinata, say.

“I can’t let you outdress me this time,” You joked while placing what you brought on the table with the other variety of foods.

“It’s only room for just one hot person in the small community, and it seems like it’ll be me,” He responds. “Now it’s three,” He jokingly sighed in despair.

“Three?” You questioned as you were glancing over the drinks that were offered.

“You, Me, and your neighbor,” Hinata responded. He ran his fingers through his sandy brown colored hair before speaking again, “I’m so jealous. I’m stuck with Old Man Keigo as my neighbor.”

“He’s not that bad.” You laughed.

“He knocks on my door at three in the morning, asking if I have seen his cat. I didn’t even know we were allowed to have pets.” Hinata sighs.

“Choso literally never leaves his place. I don’t even think he watches tv,” You responded.

“Still better than Keigo,” Hinata answered.

“Is it, though? You’re not curious about why he’s so lonely? If he has a family? Friends? If he wants to make friends?” You asked, and Hinata’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Maybe he’s running away from his past life,” Hinata said while searching for a plate. “You should give him some food.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

“You have an adorable, friendly face. Would you rather Old Man Keigo do it?” Hinata’s head motioned to the older man, who was nodding off to sleep in the corner. The children in the community managed to begin to place items on his lap to see how long he wouldn’t notice.

“The goal is to get him out of his apartment, not scare him in.” You grabbed the plate out of Hinata’s hand. “How am I supposed to know what foods he likes? If he’s allergic to anything?”

“Hm, just give him one of everything. Now my lovely friend has arrived to help me get through this party. Toodles.” He disappeared in the sea of people, leaving you alone with a plate of food.

You knew he was most likely meeting with his local drug dealer, getting his weekly weed fix to get him through his work week as an administrative assistant at a law firm.

You did what Hinata suggested, placing one of everything on the plate. You were positive that the amount of food on the plate would have been the same amount that the community's people would give him. Especially considering that some already whispered about him. They weren’t bad whispers or gossip but whispers of kindness. You remember Mrs. Aoki telling you how he helped her carry her groceries in her house. Or the young mother that lived in the home down from your complex told everyone that Choso taught her young son how to ride his bike without training wheels. So, if Choso were to finally leave his home—maybe he would see how kind everyone was and how this community was like a huge family. He had already been helping out around here.

As soon as you were done, you returned to your apartment. Your steps were slow and steady to prevent you from spilling food everywhere. When you reached Choso’s door, you mentally prepared yourself for what to say. Should you do an introduction first before giving him the food? Should you lie and say Mrs. Aoki told you to bring the food? What if he doesn't accept the food? Well, that wouldn’t be so bad. You were his neighbor who only said hi or bye to him, giving him food. He’ll probably think it’s been poisoned or something.

You knocked three times. Two times softly before a loud one that could be heard in the small apartment. You stepped back when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, your heart glanced down in embarrassment. Your brown skin heated, and your heart felt like it was flinging around your chest like a balloon that had just deflated. You never thought a plate of food was so interesting until now.

“Uh, I’m sorry for interrupting your plans. I just thought that I should bring you food from the festival. Mr. and Mrs. Aoki are celebrating their anniversary.” Your words were moving so fast that he even was trying to comprehend what you were saying.

You took a deep breath before speaking again, “You never leave your apartment, so I thought it would be nice to get you some food. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I bought a bit of everything.” Your hands extended the plate outward, and he grabbed the plate out of your hand with the hand that wasn’t grasping on the blue-colored towel that was wrapped around his waist.

Now that the plate was no longer in your hands, your curious eyes couldn’t help but take a peek at his body. His body was like it was sculpted by the best sculptor in Japan. The many Greek statues of God’s body used him as a reference if possible.

“Thanks,” Choso says, and his lips curve into a sly smile before he returns back into the comfort of his own home.

With a smile on your face, you turned around to return to the celebration and Choso on your mind. The festival continued, and you even shared a rolled blunt with Hinata to end the night as you gossiped about random things. He asked about Choso and could tell by how your glossed lips curved into a smile that it went well. He didn’t question more of it since the intoxicating high of marijuana finally hit him. However, he did point out that he believed Choso and you would get along quite well.

Hinata’s prediction wasn’t far off, considering two weeks afterward, Choso tagged along with you to go grocery shopping. You remembered dragging your shopping cart down the stairs loudly as he followed you.

“What’s up with the cart?” He asked as he walked by your side; he noticed that you didn’t take the usual turn towards the community exit but instead went towards one of the elder's apartments.

“Oh, I usually go grocery shopping for some elders. It helps so I won’t have to carry all the bags from the grocery store.” You gave him a smile. “You have to work smarter, not harder, so you won’t have back problems in your early thirties.” You joked.

Choso’s lips formed a perfect shape ‘o’ as he realized how smart the idea was. The closest grocery store is about a fifteen-minute walk from here; it would make sense to have something that would be easier for you to carry your bags. His dark eyes followed you as you went door to door, asking some of the older people if they needed anything from the grocery store. You did with such a bright smile that Choso found his cheeks growing hot as he watched you respectfully bow before wishing farewells to your neighbors.

Kindness, you had so much of it and weren’t afraid to give it out. Perhaps that’s why Choso admired you so much. You were like a ray of sunshine; he questioned where you were during the Shibuya, Culling Game, and other events that shook the sorcerer world. How could someone like you be so kind and bubbly when such events happen? He wondered if you had family members that died during the Shibuya incident.

“I have three people's grocery lists and money. You know you don’t have to tag along if you don’t want to.” You said as you dragged the cart behind you.

“I have nothing else to do, and I have grown to enjoy your company compared to your friend,” Choso admits as he walks by your side. “He’s a hyper one.”

“Oh, Hinata? Yeah, you have to catch him when he’s off work. Other times he’s either high on weed or caffeine.” You chuckled. “I appreciate the company, then. It isn’t a lot of people around our age that live here.”

“I noticed,” Choso responds. He shoved his hands in his leather jacket pockets. “I like it like that compared to the city.”

“You used to live in the city?” You asked as you stopped at the crosswalk.

“Well, I work in Roppongi as security at some clubs. That helps pay the bills and such. I did live there originally, but it was too busy there. As if Roppongi never sleeps or something. So, I moved.” Choso explained while you two crossed the street.

You noticed that your arms kept bumping into each other with each step you took next to each other. It was like two magnets that kept gravitating toward each other despite being far apart.

“You as a security guard? You don’t give me security guard vibes,” You chuckled.

“Really? My boss says otherwise,” He runs his fingers through his hair. “He said I look intimidating.”

“Maybe it’s the mark across your face.” You motioned to your own face. “What is that anyway? A tattoo? Birthmark?”

You watched as Choso rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. His cheeks staining the color of red before speaking, “Birthmark.” He says before his eyes averted downward in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You nudge his side. “It’s cute.” She adds before skipping ahead to enter the grocery store.

Choso followed behind you with heated cheeks as you held the first list. You were putting stuff in the cart you brought along. “Have you always lived there? Seem like everyone knows you.”

“Only for about four months now. I traveled a couple of places before settling here.” You answered. “I must say that Hinata did make it much easier. I was like you at first. All bottled up in my apartment, and then Hinata became my friend. The rest is history; Hinata even decided to set me up with one of his friends.”

“And how is that going?” Choso asked.

“He canceled the first two dates, and we’re supposed to hang out another day,” Your shoulders shrug as you look at Choso, who couldn’t quite comprehend how nonchalant you were taking the situation.

“What about you? Anyone special in your life? Met someone nice during your security gigs?” You asked while grabbing another thing off the shelf.

Choso took the other list out your hand and started to search if any item on the list was in the aisle you two currently were in. You couldn’t tell if he started helping to avoid your question or if he was genuinely being kind. He reached behind where you were standing to grab something behind you.

“I don’t really do relationships. Yeah, I have had flings here and there.” Choso explained. “So, there’s no one from my security gigs.” He chuckles.

Your eyebrows raised in curiosity at his question, but you didn’t want to pry anymore into his business. You took the list from his hand and motioned for him to pull the cart. With a sly grin, Choso followed behind you. The dark-haired male was growing comfortable with you, and he couldn’t explain to himself the warm feeling he felt when he was around you.

A DRUNKEN HICCUP ESCAPED your lips as you let your head fall into the palm of your hand. Your mind felt like it was spinning, and your body felt like it was a bowl of Jell-O. You brought the glass to your taking another sip of the intoxicating alcohol that you knew you had too much of. Finishing the last bit in the glass before letting your face collide with the table you sat at. You knew it was irresponsible to drink alone, especially considering you had to travel about five blocks to your house. But you didn’t think you would get stood up by Hinata’s friend. They were supposed to be here to walk you home and ensure that you got home safely. But they didn’t bother again.

You sat up, running your manicured fingers through your coils, before you saw a familiar figure walking by the bar that you were in. It seemed like he felt your drunken glare since his eyes met with yours when he turned around. Choso. You hadn’t seen him since he told you about his brother when you guys walked together to the grocery store. You watched as he raced to the door to approach you, and you couldn’t hide the foolish grin on your face.

“Choso! Come, sit down and have a drink with me!” You shrieked, holding up the empty bottle of sake.

“You’ve reached your limit, Y/N. It’s time to go home.” He says.

“But he hasn’t shown up yet. Hinata’s friend didn’t come.”

“Just stay here while I pay your bill, okay? Don’t move!” His finger points at you, and you can only smile and give him a thumbs up.

You plopped back into your seat, watching as he paid for the drinks you had within the night. He returned and helped you up, but you stumbled back, causing him to grab a hold of your wrist to catch you. He noticed the short skirt you wore tonight and wanted to question if you were cold, but right now, he had to get you home. A long sigh tumbled from the dark-haired male before he unzipped his hoodie. He tied the hoodie around your waist and turned around. “Hop on.” He says, motioning to his back.

“Choso, you’re going to carry me all the way home. You’re such a gentleman.” You happily sigh as you climb onto his back.

He carried you in silence until you were so curious about why he was out so late. “Why were you out so late? It can be dangerous out here when the sun goes down, you know?” Each word that left your mouth was interrupted by a hiccup.

“Says the drunk one; someone could have taken advantage of you if I didn’t see you.” Choso lectured. “You’re so irresponsible, you know?”

Your lips formed a pout as you wiggled your legs with each step Choso took. “I just thought he would show up. I’m sorry for my ir-responsible-ness.”

Choso chuckles at your words, considering that you completely butchered the last part of your sentence. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I just went to the cemetery to visit my brother. It’s much more peaceful for me when I go at night.”

“Well, did you enjoy your visit?” You asked.

“I did. I’m sure he’s tired of me bothering him, though.” He responded.

“Well, I wish I would have been able to meet him. If he’s as cool as his older brother, I’m sure I would have liked him and his company.”

“He would have liked you also. Especially considering you being so nice to me. Seeing the good in every fuckin’ body. Including that guy that stood you up.”

You grew silent. Choso’s words suddenly sober you up. You blink several times before speaking, “He promised he would come.”

You found yourself repeating that phrase again and again.

“I heard you the first time you said it,” Choso answered as he began to walk up the steps connected to the complex's top level. “Just wish you would see that the guy clearly isn’t interested in you.”

“And how would you know that? You told me weeks ago that you don’t do relationships or haven’t even been on a date. Just hookups,” You backfired.

“I don’t need to be a relationship expert to see that you deserve better than to get stood up in some busted bar that hardly anyone knows about as if the guy is ashamed and is afraid to be with a foreigner. Now, can I have your keys to open your door?”

Silence overcame the two of you again. Why were you two so comfortable enjoying each other’s silence? Why was his silence so comforting? Why did it calm you down? Why did his words hit you so hard like that?

“I think I left my purse at the bar.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ll just go wake the landlord up; I’m sure he has a spare key. Then I’ll just go get my purse tomorrow. I'm friends with the owner, so I’m sure she’ll put it up for me.”

Choso didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked next door to his apartment, unlocking the door. “No need to be a nuisance to the landlord so late at night. You can crash here until the morning, and I’ll get your purse.”

“You’re so kind. One day I will pay you back plus some.”

Choso opened his apartment, and you were in awe at how he decorated his small space. Maybe, your mind was mentally hyping it up due to the alcohol in your system. But you felt at peace in here; it could have been because it smelt like Choso. A scent that you grew familiarized with the more you spent time with him. You noticed how clean his place was. He had a couple of plants in the corner that were clearly taken care of. He had a record player in the other corner with a stack of vinyl records. Your eyes couldn’t help but remember the small details in his apartment. So caught up in your surroundings you don’t even notice Choso kneeling down to remove your heels after your feet finally hit the ground.

“I could have done that myself.” You said.

“Mhm, sure.” He sarcastically responds before searching his closet for something you can change in. He gave you a shirt and some shorts. “The bathroom is all yours.”

You stumbled into the bathroom to change into the clothes. The shorts and shirts are clearly too big for you. Your arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at yourself in the small mirror above the sink. You looked a mess, and you couldn’t believe that Choso saw you in this manner. Felt like he was viewing you at your lowest all because you got stood up by some guy.

Choso seemed to be getting ready to shower when you were done in the bathroom. You swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in your throat before walking further into the room, “I can sleep on the floor. I am the intruder here.”

“Nonsense, I don’t mind sharing the bed. Unless you’re like-“

“No, it’s not that. It’s just you’ve done so much for me tonight. Carried me home, paid my bill at the bar, now this.”

“It’s okay. It’s kinda on my list to be kind to someone similar to how my brother would be.” Choso answered truthfully.

Your eyebrows raised at his comment, but you didn’t argue as you climbed into the bed and got comfortable. You rolled over on your side and tugged the blankets further on your frame to attempt to sleep. Choso went on to take a shower, and minutes later, he joined you in the bed. The bed sank downward when he joined you, and you hated to admit that you wanted to move closer foolishly. You bet he was a wonderful cuddler; he had the arms for it. Before you could utter goodnight to Choso, the alcohol you consumed caused your body to finally relax on the fluffiness of the bed. Your eyes fluttered, attempting to fight your sleep until you finally fell into a deep slumber.

When morning came upon you, you woke up and could feel an arm around your waist and warmth upon the back of your neck. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even feel Choso’s face upon the top of your coils. It took you by a shock that you didn’t fall asleep twisting your hair and throwing on a scarf, but then you remembered the events of last night. You remembered the piggyback ride. You remembered the talk about you being too kind and always seeing the good in everyone. You remembered forgetting your purse. You figure you were such a nuisance, so you had to make your grand mistake.

You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but the grip got a bit tighter. A subtle groan escaped from Choso before you wiggled your way to turn around to face him. Your lips gasp apart to stare at the sight in front of you. His black hair sprawled across his face creating the most reckless bed hair. You took in the way he let out a soft snore here and there. How long his eyelashes were. The birthmark that decorated his pale skin started from one cheek to across the bridge of his nose and to the other cheek. Your cheeks heated, seeing his eyes flutter open and catch you staring.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.” You stuttered your words out in embarrassment before turning around to break eye contact. You’ve given up wiggling away at how close the two of you were, but he didn’t loosen up the grip either. Actually, he pulled you closer. As if he didn’t want to let you go.

“Choso?” You asked as you could feel the tip of his nose on the back of your neck.

Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your body's hair stood up.

“Hm.” He groggily answered.

“I may have been drunk, but I do recall you mentioning a list. You said one of the things on the list was to be kind to a person the same way you would think your brother would. Is that what you’re doing with me?”

“Yes.”

Now you were back, turning around to meet his sleepy alluring gaze. “And you think your brother would do this? As in, cuddle his neighbor?”

“He’ll carry you on his back if you were too intoxicated, but I don’t know if he’ll do this. I can stop if you want,” His arm detaches itself from your body, and your body suddenly feels cold without it.

You grabbed it and put it back on your waist. “No, I’m okay with it. It’s just I’m curious to know why me. Why be kind to me?”

“Because you’re kind to me. Always been kind to me.” He answers truthfully. His fingers brushed one of your coils out of the way, and those goosebumps returned again.

“I know, but no amount of kindness equals cuddling and shit.” You said. “I’m not complaining because this is very comforting, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to be kind to me-“

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“What? Choso, that’s such a-“

“I know, and I’m not expecting a response to that just yet. I know it’s quite hard to process especially considering that you’re most likely hungover at the moment. But I am willing to wait whenever you’re ready.” His eyes shifted closed as if attempting to fall back asleep.

“And what if I have a response to that right now?” You asked.

“Then, spit it out already.”

When those words left his mouth, you rolled a bit closer to place a kiss on Choso’s lips. It started off innocent at first. Quick, subtle pecks before the kiss deepened. Before he pulled you closer, by the way, to taste more of you eagerly. Just as his strong arms brought you closer, you could feel his cock poking at your plush brown thighs—rubbing against you for some form of friction that caused Choso to let out a breathy sigh in between breaks of the kiss. Your hand climbed in between the two of you to rub at his hardened cock through the gray fabric of his shorts.

“Shit,” Choso’s head fell back on the pillow after biting at your full plump bottom lip.

The heated makeout session lasted until the two of you were breathless, and your mouth was wrapped around his cock until he began to feel your pussy around him. You tore each other's clothes off until they decorated the wooden floors. The taste of Choso stained your tongue, and you felt like you were intoxicated. Not due to the alcohol you consumed the previous night but to Choso’s actions. He kissed your neck and collarbone with his body on top of yours. The kisses on your golden skin made you whimper out for more, and for you to grow wet. His teeth bite down, and the gasp that you let out causes all the blood to rush to his cock. Choso’s fingertips tip toed in between your bodies to cling onto the fabric that was in between his callous fingers from indulging in toying with your clit.

His plush lips kissed your lips, and in between the heated kiss that was causing Choso, he could only say. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

When you made eye contact with Choso, you felt so soft inside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you stared up at Choso. You lean up to kiss his lips, but he pulls back. “Tell me what you want,” He’s dipping down to kiss upon the bite mark he left on your flesh. “Use your words.”

“I want you.”

Those were the words Choso wanted to hear. In just a quick and eager motion, he’s pulling your panties down. Like a hormonal teenager, he’s letting his hardened, clothed cock rub against your wet folds teasingly. Your juices staining the cotton fabric of his grey-colored Calvin Klein briefs. You wouldn’t believe labeling him as a tease, but he drove you insane. How can he make you confess that you wanted him and edge you on until you can feel your own essence staining the inside of your thighs?

He kisses you lightly, but it feels heavy and rough because it takes your breath away. His right hand tugged down his boxers fully, and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat increase at the weight of his cock on your abdomen. He hawks some spit in his hand to coat his cock in it, wanting to make this experience pleasurable and comfortable for you. With his fingers intertwined with yours, he’s sliding inside you. Choso felt how tightly you gripped at his hards, with your eyes squinted shut, getting used to his large size.

“I’m sorry.” He’s repeatedly saying as he’s peppering your face with subtle kisses. His cock rested inside you until you finally opened your eyes.

The once intense feeling of his cock stretching you out was replaced with the satisfying feeling of wanting more. Choso didn’t need to hear your voice to begin moving. His hips rotate forward into the cushion of your spread thighs. It was quite a sight to see how your pussy was swallowing his cock with each thrust forward or roll of Choso’s hips. However, the half-curse-half-human couldn’t think straight with how your moans echoed in his ear. They sounded so sweet, so wonderful. One of the most beautiful things he has heard after that band Tame Impala. His callous hands, you were sure had many sins imprinted on them, push your thighs apart just to tug his cock out of you.

“You’re going to make me come, fuck.” He said breathlessly.

Even with his comment, he still pushed himself fully inside of you again. Surrendering in wanting you to feel full once more. The sound of his headboard smacked against the wall, and Choso was so grateful that you were his neighbor because any other person would have been knocking on his door for him to keep it down.

You never really thought that this would happen. That you and he would cross such a line to express how you felt for each other. But you weren’t complaining; you enjoyed the way Choso’s hand grasped at every part of your body. You enjoyed the way his face was red as ever due to a mixture of the feeling of his cock being balls deep inside of you and exhaustion. Or how he let his fingers rub at your clit to send the most dangerous electric shock down your spine.

“I’m about to come.” Your words tumbled out like a broken record.

Before capturing your lips onto his—Choso says, “That’s what I want.”

And with those words cursing your lips, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The enthusiastic feeling felt like you were tugging a rubberband back and letting it snap back into its rightful shape. The lower half of your body felt like it went through a slight shock as Choso fucked you through your orgasm. In your mind, you were screaming for him to just come inside you. But you knew that could have just been the bliss of the moment. As if he read your mind, he’s pulling just as his face scrunched up in pleasure. His cock twitches in anticipation as thick ropes of cum begin oozing out, decorating your tummy. The only thing you could do was admire the sight of Choso coming down from the fleeting feeling of busting a nut.

Just like that, your relationship with Choso blossomed when his body collapsed next to yours, and the only thing that you could hear was your loud thoughts about a mere promise you made two years ago. But you knew that the only thing that mattered right now was the fact that Choso was happy.

The autumn leaves crunched under your shoes as you walked around the cemetery. You grew accustomed to visiting here once every month since you managed to start the progress of that promise you made to him. When you finally found the tombstone you were looking for, you could tell that someone had stopped by possibly a day before you. Bright red tulips were next to his picture to replace the ones you put out a week ago. Placing the flowers down before kneeling to pay your respect, you smiled brightly before speaking. Quite odd to be talking to a tombstone, but you were sure he could hear you somewhere.

You placed the flowers on the grave as you kneeled to show your respect. You smiled brightly before speaking to the tombstone that sat in front of you. It was wonderful to see that the gifts and flowers that were around still looked fresh. You assumed someone else most likely was here before you.

“Hey, Itadori, it’s me. Y/N. I just wanted to update you on the promise I made to you.” You let out a sigh, realizing that you had lied to Choso.

You fed him some story about moving here to Japan after exploring the world, despite you technically already being familiarized with Japan. You’ve witnessed it all before deciding to leave the sorcerer world behind for good. Granted, it sat heavy in your heart, and you felt like a coward not helping in the gruesome war of taking down Kenjaku and Sukuna. But you had to put yourself first, which you wanted many of your friends to do.

“Choso is doing well, just like you said he would. He’s okay, and he’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about him, Itadori. He’s adjusted to the human world quite well. He no longer feels like a curse but a human. ”

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localplaguenurse · 6 months

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Arlecchino/Pantalone/Reader NSFW Headcanons

Listen. Listen. Don't perceive me. It came to me briefly in a dream and I needed something to think about to get through my shift. Boss makes a dollar and I make a dime, so I simp on company time.

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT, MINORS DNI AND ALL THAT, mentions of rough sex, oral, toys, voyeurism, a bit of degradation and praise, also mentions of female and male anatomy for reader because diversity, sub reader.

They’re lowkey competitive over who can dominate you better. They like asking you who makes you cum harder, who fucks you better while they ruin you, especially if you’re already too fucked out to talk. Otherwise, they both share nicely, but only because you can only handle so much.

While your pleasure is their top priority, Pantalone is the more selfish and cruel of the two. Arlecchino will please you freely, all you need to do is say the word. Pantalone on the other hand likes making you earn it, he wants you to “prove” why you deserve to come. When he does please you, it’s because he wants to see you fall apart, he wants the ego boost of having you crumble because of him.

Pantalone is more degrading while Arlecchino praises you more. Pantalone will call you the “perfect whore” as he’s thrusting into you, and Arlecchino will coo so sweetly into your ear. “Oh, that’s not very nice, especially since you’ve been so good for us. You don’t deserve such a rude title, right?” “If that were true, Knave, then why are they squeezing me tighter?”

I have the mental image of eating Arlecchino out while Pantalone fucks you, and when you lift your head up to breathe, Pantalone grabs you by the hair and pushes you back down. “Naughty little thing, trying to move away when neither of us gave you permission. Keep your head down until you’ve made the Knave come.”

Pantalone is generally the rougher of the two, and I’d argue stricter, but Arlecchino is the worst when she wants to be. Namely, she’s mean when it comes to punishments, whereas the only time Pantalone is especially mean is when you’re being difficult. If you’re a brat, the two of them will share a look, and Pantalone will simply tilt your chin up to look at him before he smiles, whispers a little “good luck,” to you, and walks off to take a seat and watch the show.

Neither of them are scared to leave marks but Arlecchino will break skin if you don’t stop her. Her nails are sharp, and she’s not afraid to spank or whip you until you either cry mercy or Pantalone takes pity on you and stops her. “I love seeing them cry as much as you do, but I would like to have a turn before you break them for the night.”

Sometimes if he’s too tired after a long day of work, he’ll just sit back and watch you and Arlecchino go at it, stroking himself off as you do. He might join in at the end so he doesn’t feel completely left out, and besides, you miss him, don’t you?

It’s hard to say who has the best tongue, but you’d argue it’s Arlecchino. Since her nails are too long and sharp, she can only grab at your ass and thighs when she eats you out, or she has to be careful if she jerks you off. Pantalone’s nails are much shorter and duller, so he can safely finger/stroke you when he goes down on you.

If you’re amab and very lucky/well behaved, Arlecchino will be more than happy to ride you. Unfortunately (cough cough fortunately cough) she’s going to literally ride you until she’s milked you of everything you can give her, and even then she might keep going.

The toys. Whatever you want, they not only have them, but are more than happy to use them on you. Vibrators, beads, plugs, handcuffs, ropes, clamps, gags, and Arlecchino has a very impressive strap collection. Just know that if Arlecchino pulls out the strap, you will be taking her and Pantalone at the same time before the night ends. You at least get to pick how.

Another image in my head, though it’s more funny than sexy, is you getting fucked by Arlecchino and Pantalone making a snide remark about her technique, and she just turns to him, still going, and threatens to peg him instead. He politely declines but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about it.

You are going to feel like sore jello. Happy sore jello, but you’re going to need help once the three of you are done. Pantalone will have the staff prepare some snacks for you and Arlecchino will bring you to the bathroom to run a bath. They’ll both get you cleaned and patched up, both of them coddling you and telling you how good of a job you did, you’re always so good for them. They’ll help you into some fresh clothes and even fresher bedsheets, ensuring that you get the best rest you can.

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nervousgardenerkid · 1 year

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I'd do it on his birthday

casually drops a fic after being gone for a fucking lifetime LMAOOOOO 😭😭😭 enjoy part three of Stevie doesn't know🫡i'm still working on some requests so pls be patient with me im so sorry i'm like this😭 credit to the gif owner!!

warnings: unprotected sex, (wrap it before u tap it kids) eddie being a menace, breeding kink cause why not, smoking (cigarettes) mentions of weed, and a lil bit of robin x reader if u squint!! reader uses she/her pronouns and has fem body anatomy

“So basically I guess you could say that I saved Dustin’s life.”

“But you were playing dungeons-”

“YUP! I'm a hero.”

You rolled your eyes as your hand copied down the words that were in the textbook onto your notebook. History was a bitch.

“Hey,” Eddie said while scooting closer to you.

You hum, eyes never leaving your notebook.

“What are you doing tonight?”

Your hand stopped moving as you thought about it.

“I have plans with Robin and Nancy.”

“Ditch them.”

You finally turn to look at Eddie and he swears he can feel his heartbeat out of his chest when he sees the teasing look in your eyes.

“‘M not gonna ditch them Eddie! I haven't seen them in so long, I miss my girls.” you say with a pout.

Eddie smiled as the tips of his fingers danced along the skin of your exposed knee. He silently thanks whatever greater power is out there for making today one of the hottest days of spring Hawkins has ever had.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I miss you so much, haven't seen you since Steve came into the picture.”

You clench your thighs and clear your throat as you quickly start to scribble down more notes. Eddie bites back his chuckle when his hands move up to your thighs. Your cheeks are painted with a pretty pink color as he leans in closer to you.

“So easy to rile up. I haven't done anything and you're already squirming around. It's fun teasing you.”

“You suck,” you whisper while turning your head to face him once more.

He snorts. “You sure about that sweetheart?”

You open your mouth ready to speak out, but the sound of the bell fills your ears as Eddie lets out a groan.

“Later Munson.” you giggle out as you grab your things and leave.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Robin said while eating a handful of popcorn. “You're telling me you're with Eddie and Steve?!”

You shake your head ready to clear up any confusion when Nancy cuts in.

“Do they know?”

“I'm not with either of them!” you exclaimed while popping an M&M in your mouth, the movie you put on seemed less interesting now. “I'm just…feeling out the situation.”

Nancy let out a giggle and raised her eyebrows, her expression screaming keep thinking that.

“How about you feel things out with me instead y/n?” Robin said while smirking at you.

You ignored the small blush on your cheeks and threw your candy toward her, cheers coming from all three of you when it bounces off her head and into the bowl of popcorn. A knock on the door floods the room making you get up and fix your pajama shorts and head toward the door.

“Pizza is here ladies- Steve?”

Steve’s lips stretched into a smile as he leaned against the door.

“Hey, uh, I have your pizza.”

You grab the box from his hands, confusion written on your face.

“Thanks, uh…what are you doing here? Not that I mind that you're here! I just- I have company.”

Your cheeks flush when you hear Nancy and Robin giggle at your flustered state. There was something about him that made all confidence leave your body.

“Oh, sorry I didn't know.” he chuckled. “I was just wondering if you were coming to my party tomorrow. It is my birthday after all.”

You smile softly at him and tilt your head a bit.

“Of course, I'll be there. I got you a present and everything.”

Before Steve could open his mouth a low whistle interrupted him.

“Hope it's nothing he can take off sweetheart, that's my job.”

Your body tenses as Eddie leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, you're so caught off guard you don't hear robin choke on popcorn she was still munching on.

“Eddie!” you breathed out. “Eddie and Steve. Steve and Eddie. Fun. How fun is this?!”

You're short-circuiting and everyone within a three-foot radius would be able to tell.

“She's gonna crack,” Nancy said while shaking her head. Robin shushed her and shook her head.

“She's gonna rip them to shreds!”

Nancy furrowed her brows, her eyes never leaving your tense figure as you talked with the men who had you wrapped around their fingers.

Robin sighed, catching on to her friend’s confusion.

“She hasn't been on a date with them in two weeks cause they keep crashing each other’s dates, remember?”

Nancy nods her head still not catching on.

“That means, she hasn't been touched in two weeks. She's a ticking time bomb and they don't even realize it.”

“You're really good at reading her,” Nancy said with a teasing tone. “Any reason why?”

Robin shoves her friend and nods toward you. “I'm giving them three minutes before she explodes.”

You're so lost in your little world that you don't even hear what Nancy and Robin are talking about.

“Sorry to barge in on your girl time,” Eddie said while shoving his hands in his pockets. “I come with a present though, unlike someone.”

“I love presents!” you say with a smile.

Steve scoffs. “I'm the one who gave her the pizza, moron.”

Eddie brushes off Steve's comment and pulls a small brown baggy out of his pocket.

“I remember how stressed you looked while taking notes, thought this could help unwind,” he said while placing the small bag on top of the pizza box that was much cooler now.

“Uh- I, thank you, Eddie. I'll pay you back once I have some cash-”

Eddie waved his hand around causing you to stop.

“Don't worry about it. I can think of another way you could pay me back,” he smirked while hiding behind strands of his hair. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“She's coming to a party with me.”

“Well-”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns toward Steve. “Last time I checked, parties usually happen in the evening, which means she's free all day tomorrow.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between the men in front of you. “I'm sorry, what's happening here?”

Steve speaks up first, his eyes never leaving Eddie. “He's trying to steal you away so you don't come to my party.”

“I wouldn't have to steal her away if you just left us alone on our dates.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “For the last time lovers lake is a common swimming ground-”

“Swimming at midnight?!” Eddie barked out.

“You have your hobbies I have mine-”

“You're a fucking idiot-”

“Enough!” You shouted as your hands gripped the pizza box tightly.

“This,” you said while circling your hand to gesture to the three of you. “Is not fun!”

“I want romance! I want flowers, and I want candy! I want to be swept off of my feet and god damnit- I want to be felt up!”

Silence falls over the three of you while Steve and Eddie rack their brains trying to find the right words to say.

“Nobody is feeling me up!” you shouted, blood boiling when you saw their eyes never left each other's frazzled frame “Nobody is even looking at me!”

Their eyes finally landed on you.

“I'm a fucking senior who tutors on the side and has a job! Do you two know how busy I am?! I told you both that this is a dating situation and I haven't been on a single date!”

Steve spoke up. “But I took you-”

“Do you know how much effort I put into getting ready?! I shave, I pluck, I do my hair, and put on makeup, and- the two of you are still looking at each other!”

They snapped their heads forward facing you again.

Eddie stepped forward. “Y/n-”

“No!” you said firmly while putting your hand in between your bodies.

“I like you both, I really do, and it kills me knowing that I'm going to have to choose only one of you to be with me.”

They both looked down at their feet forgetting that you'll have to break one of their hearts.

“But,” you said, the firmness in your voice returned. “My fantasy is not two men looking at each other!”

Their flustered state returned as they stumbled over their words.

“No! No talking until one of you figures out how to plan a date! I want heat, I want romance, damnit I want to feel like a freaking lady!”

They don't have time to form a coherent thought or sentence because you slam the door in their faces signaling that you're done with them for the night. Silence falls over both of them until Eddie scoffs and nudges Steve with his elbow.

“Way to go, you blew it.”

“Me?! You're the one-”

The door opens and their eyes fall on you once more.

“Thank you for the weed and pizza.” you said before slamming the door once more. You stomp over to the couch, sitting between your two friends as you toss the weed onto the small coffee table and angrily open the pizza box before munching on the now cold food.

“You know,” Nancy said while grabbing a slice of pizza. “That party is going to be something.”

You grunted, your eyes following Robin's hand as she picked off a piece of pepperoni from your pizza.

“Sorry, you guys had to hear that.”

Robin hummed. “I for one am having fun,” she said while munching on the pepperoni. “It was nice seeing you express what you want.”

You snorted. “You just like when I yell at Steve.”

“You got that right babe.”

Grumbles leave your lips as your shoes crunch on the bits of gravel that are scattered on Steve's driveway. You mutter out an apology to yet another car you bump into as you struggle to check Steve's gift bag making sure everything was in there.

“How the fuck is he going to claim he's not popular but the block is filled with cars?” you questioned out loud to no one in particular. You shivered when you felt a gust of wind blow by. Although you did wear a sweater, the thin material could only protect you from so much.

“Y/n! Come sit with me!”

Your head whipped around and excitement filled your body as Eddie leaned against the hood of his car. You make your way over to him with a smile.

“Hi, Eddie.”

He smiled at you and grabbed at your hand that was resting at your side.

“Hey sweetheart, aren't you cold?” he asked while looking over your outfit. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I don't plan on staying out here that long.”

Eddie hums and places a cigarette between his lips and places the lighter in the palm of your hand.

“Light me up, baby?”

You swallow and nod your head before you flick on the lighter with shaky hands. He leans in close enough to where the flame lights up his face and when he looks up at you you can see the flame dancing in his eyes. He pulls back with a smirk on his face and blows out a puff of air.

“So,” he starts. “What’d you get Harrington?” he asks while trying to peek inside the bag.

Nervously, you pull the bag behind your back and shrug your shoulders.

“Just a cassette tape he wanted, and some more tapes for his camera.”

Eddie furrows his brows. “Tapes? Steve has a video camera?”

You nod your head and focus on the small rock you're kicking around.

“Yeah, his parents got him one since they aren't here for his birthday.”

He nods his head and clears his throat. “So what did you get him?”

“Huh? Eddie I just told-”

“No, no, no,” he says while hopping off the hood of his van. “Those gifts in the bag are what you got for Steve and his guests. What did you get just for him?”

Your mind goes blank as his hands slip under your sweater and rest on your back. The coolness from his hands causes you to jump closer to his warm body.

“I- uh, th-the tapes…” you stutter trying to find the right words.

Eddie chuckles at your flustered state.

“This pretty little outfit his present? Does he get to unwrap you once he's all alone with you?”

You're dazed and Eddie can tell.

“Poor baby hasn't been touched for weeks and now look at you. Can't even think of a single sentence.” he mutters while tossing his cigarette aside.

“W-what did you get Steve?” you whisper as he leans down peppering kisses over your neck, biting down gently over your pulse. You feel him smirk.

“Don't worry, I got something our sweet little Stevie would love to have.”

The house filled with cheers as Steve blew out the birthday candles and took a shot. This was his element, it had to be. The way he was glowing and how alive he looked was enough to make your knees weak.

“Y/n!” he shouted as he opened his arms and wrapped you up in a bone-crushing hug. “You made it!”

You giggled and grabbed the bag that was sitting next to you on the counter. He gasped.

“And you brought me a present!”

“It's not much, just some things you mentioned- Steve are you crying?”

His eyes sparkled as tears began to form and fall down his beautiful face.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me.”

You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Steve it's just-”

“Seeeeee this is why I like you so much! You're just- you're so sweet…like a peach…or a plum! You're a peach and a plum my darling!”

You don't even have time to respond before he's planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek and being dragged to the nearest drinking game.

“Hey- wait, let go- I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!!”

A chuckle leaves your lips as you grab into the red solo cup that was resting by your gift. Your face twists into disgust as you lightly shake your head, you forgot Steve tends to buy hard liquor when he has people over.

“I'm sorry y/n, but I can't let people know how much I love the cute fruity drinks.” he would say.

You sigh as you make your way over to Robin who is sitting next to Jonathan and Nancy.

“There you are!” Nancy squealed as she wiggled out of Jonathan’s arms.

You giggled as she fell into you and gave Jonathan and Robin a small wave.

“Yeah,” Robin started. “We thought you wouldn't show up because of the incident.”

“Incident?” Jonathan asked while taking Nancy out of your arms and setting her back in his lap.

“Y/n is seeing Steve…and Eddie. She's living a double life.” Nancy rambled on.

“I'm not living a double life, they're both aware of what's happening.”

Jonathan nodded his head, his eyes were red and a lazy smile rested on his face. “I still don't know what's happening.”

You opened your mouth ready to explain your lover's lore but Robin beat you to it.

“Y/n hasn't had sex in two weeks and is extremely pent up, so she blew up on Steve and Eddie cause they suck.”

You scoff and chug down the small amount of liquor that was left in your cup, your face heating up but you weren't sure if it was because you had eyes on you or because of the liquor.

“I'm not pent up-”

“You are, and it's okay,” Robin said while putting a hand on your shoulder. “I told you I'm here for you! With open arms…and open legs, and an open-”

Nancy spit her drink back into her cup to let out her laugh, which made you giggle.

“Please Buckley, you wouldn't know what to do with me.”

Robin chuckled and sat up while leaning forward a bit.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yo, Buckley,” a voice said. “Hands off my girl.”

Your head turns to see where the voice came from, your heart pounding out of your chest when you see Eddie making his way over.

“Hi.” you sigh. Your head resting on his thigh when he sits on the armrest of the couch. His hand finds its home on your neck, his rings causing a chill to shoot through you like a lightning strike. His hand moves up your jaw and gently makes you look at him.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

Your insides turn to mush and you swear you hear angels singing the moment he opens up his mouth to greet you. You fight the urge to let out a whine when you feel his thumb rub against your jaw. Before you know it, he's moved you onto his lap and his arms are around your waist. you squirm around trying to get comfortable when you feel his breath on your ear.

“In a little bit, you're gonna go to the restroom okay? I have a surprise for you.”

Yesyesyes, god yes. You nod your head not trusting your voice, and you give yourself thirty seconds before you're stumbling your way toward the restroom upstairs. Once you reach the restroom you lean against the door, your hand gripping the doorknob as excitement courses through your veins.

Fuck, you think to yourself. Pull yourself together. You're not desperate. Oh, but you are desperate. You walk up to the mirror and grip the edges of the sink as you stare at your reflection. Your cheeks are painted in a pretty rosy shade and heat is radiating off of you. You could practically see how needy you were. A knock on the door stops your thoughts.

“Occupied,” you grunted out as you fixed your hair.

The knocking continues.

“Didn't you fucking hear- oh.”

You swing the door open ready to tell off whoever was behind the door but you stop when you see Eddie.

He lets out a low whistle. “You really are pent up.”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you drag him in by the collar of his shirt and push him up against the door.

“Yeah, I am.”

He doesn't have time to process what's happening before your lips are on his and your hands are racing trying to take off his jacket. He pulls away trying to catch his breath, letting out a laugh when your lips chase his.

“Eddie-”

“This is cute, you thinking you're in charge.”

He wraps his arms around you and lifts you to sit on the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain cools your skin. You whine when he pulls away from you to lean against the wall.

“Eddie-”

He shushes you.

You pout and rest your hands on your thighs.

“I wanna get a good look at how pretty you look right now. Matter of fact…how about we say cheese for the camera.”

Your eyes widen when you see him pull out Steve's camera from behind his back. You were so caught up in your needs that you didn't even notice he had the camera with him.

“I haven't filmed anything, but I figured since you and steve took some pictures maybe we can make a little magic.”

“How do you know about…”

He pulls the small polaroid out of his pocket and shows you.

You chuckle dryly.

“You are both something else.”

Eddie took a step forward testing the waters.

“The ball is in your court sweetheart.”

“I can't stand it, really. The constant bickering, the ruined dates. It's getting old fast.”

He stands between your legs now

“Not like the movies?”

“Nothing like the movies.”

He hums. “You could end it all now. Either choose or call it quits. We won't hate you, we knew what we were getting into.”

You were selfish, and you hated that you were. Even though the bickering did bother you, and you hated how they each ruined countless dates you didn't want it to end. Not yet at least, and that made you feel selfish. How often could a woman say she had two men fight for her? Not a lot, so you said fuck it. Fuck the selfish feeling cause you deserve this.

“You talk too much.”

By now the party has died down a bit and Steve is long gone. Jonathan and Robin drag his half-asleep body up the stairs trying to find his room.

“Where are we going?” Steve slurred out.

“Your bed.” Robin grunted. “Are you doing anything, Jonathan?”

“Do you hear something?” Jonathan mumbled while looking behind him.

“Yeah, I hear me doing all the hard work here.”

“You're both good friends. Great friends. Friends, friends, friends.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes. “How the fuck did I end up on babysitting duty?”

“Yo, seriously. Does anyone hear that noise?!”

You died. You had to be dead and in heaven because you have never felt so good in your entire life. You had one leg propped up on the sink and the other was wrapped around Eddie's waist making sure he wouldn't be too far from you.

“F-fuck, holy shit,” Eddie chuckled breathlessly. “You look so fucking good like this,” he whispered while slowing his thrusts down.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.”

Each word made his hips meet yours. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a moan. Eddie is quick to shush you.

“Careful pretty girl, you'll spoil the surprise for Steve.”

Oh, right, the surprise. You almost forgot all about the camera that Eddie was holding in his shaky hands. Almost.

“C'mon baby, say hi to Steve for me,” he grunted out.

You open your mouth ready to tell him to put down the camera that way he can give you all his attention but you don't. Instead, your jaw drops, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel Eddie angle his hips a bit.

“There it is.” he chuckled.

You don't even bother trying to keep quiet anymore. Moans and curses are spilling from your mouth as one hand grips the edge sink while the other flies behind Eddie's neck.

You moan against his lips when you finally feel his hands on your body, the camera long gone now.

“Who's fucking you this good baby?”

“Y-you- fuck, you are Eddie!”

A quiet fuck falls from his lips when your legs wrap around him trapping him between your legs.

��So fucking good for me, f-fuck. S-so fucking good.” Eddie mentally kicks himself for not having a better vocabulary but there's no other word to describe how he feels right now. His thrusts start to get sloppy and his hands are gripping your thighs, trying to pry them open.

“L-let me go baby-”

You shake your head and try to bring him closer to you. This isn't enough, you want to melt into him.

“S-shit- cum in me Eddie, please.”

He groans loudly and pulls away from you a bit. You open your eyes and clench at the sight in front of you. His curls are sticking to his forehead and his chest is covered in pretty little shades of purple, some of them over his tattoo.

“Yeah?” he moaned out. “Want me to cum in you?”

You gasp when he starts to speed up again.

“Fuck, you're gonna be so full of me. Gonna have me dripping down your thighs while you walk out of Steve's house.”

A moan leaves your soft lips at the thought of Eddie cumming in you once again.

“You like that baby? Like when I cum inside you and make you mine?”

You nod your head, the knot in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips. Eddie’s hand falls to your clit, his thumb rubbing in a quick side-to-side motion, a lopsided grin appeared on his face when he heard you moan louder.

“‘M close Eddie!”

“I know baby- fuck, gonna come around my cock? Hm?”

You nod your head frantically.

“Please, please, please Eddie! Please let me cum.”

His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans when the knot finally breaks, and you get drowned in waves of pleasure. A groan leaves his lips as his hips press into you with one final thrust.

Finally, silence falls over you both, the only noise that fills the room is the both of you trying to catch your breaths and the soft electrical hum from the lights above you.

“Thank you,” you whimper out, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Eddie chuckles, his lips melting with yours and his hands hold your face while his thumbs gently stroke the skin of your cheeks.

“We should probably get you cleaned up,” he whispers against your lips. You whine at the empty feeling as he slowly pulls out. His teeth bite into his bottom lip as he watches a mixture of you and him slowly leave your body. His mind is on autopilot as he reaches for the camera with one hand, his eyes never leaving you. A gasp falls from your lips when you feel two fingers slip back inside of you.

“Steve is an idiot if he thinks I'm not putting up a fight for you,” he mumbles to himself. He smiles at you and angles the camera toward your face. “Say hi to him baby.”

Steve lets out a groan, his hands flying to his pounding head as he squints his eyes trying to block out the sunlight that shines through the curtains.

“Fucking sun, all bright and shit.” he slurs, slowly sitting up in his bed making sure not to make himself feel even worse than he does. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he racks his brain trying to remember snippets from the night before. The last thing he remembers is taking a couple of shots with Robin, then his mind goes blank. Another groan slips past his lips but it cuts short when his eyes fall on the tape that was resting on his pillow.

He picks up the tape, turning it over trying to see if he could find anything written on it, but his eyes widen when he realizes the tape is for his new camera.

“Jesus Christ Steve, what did you do last night?”

Steve plops back down onto his pillow, and a small hum of curiosity fills the room when he sees a note peeking out from the pillow next to him.

To: Steve

Happy birthday. I thought you'd enjoy this :)

Eddie (and y/n)

Suddenly it all clicks into place. Steve stumbles out of his bed, tripping over red solo cups and the occasional bag of chips people left behind for him to clean up. He can't even be upset about it as he fumbles around with the tape, putting it in the player and turning on the tv. His eyes widen when your moans flood the living room and Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat comes into the frame.

Eddie’s dirty talk goes in one ear and out the other, it's all too much for Steve. He quickly takes the tape out of the player and lets out a dry chuckle while shaking his head. He knew Eddie would put up a fight, he knew how much Eddie liked you but he liked you more. All he had to do was show you and Eddie Munson who the better fit was, and that won't be too hard for a charming guy like Steve. All he needed was a plan and a perfect moment to execute said plan.

“Where the hell am I?” a voice slurred out from behind the couch.

“Jonathan why are you still in my house?”

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Title: 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 - [Secret Invasion]

Pairing: Gravik x Reader

Summary: You didn't plan to be in Moscow. Once your little business trip is over, you fully intend to go back home to the States. But when the Unity Day bombings happen, you're trapped in Russia without a plan to get out. You have no one to turn to until someone familiar appears to help you out.

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Warnings: 🔞Mature Content ‼🚨READ THESE TAGS🚨‼ Filthy Explicit Sexual Content, I like aliens and monsters so there be Skrull anatomy, Mentions of War and Violence. Gravik is a villain and he is unhinged. He leaves morality at the door when it comes to humans. But you're his favorite human ;) Writing this gave me so many ideas of what it could turn into as a mini series 😭

Moscow is a beautiful city in an even more beautiful country. Or at least it was during the summer. It wasn’t as if beauty left the land during the winter, it was just that the cold bit through your skin and into your bones like the teeth of a starving wolf. You really shouldn't be here. You were convinced it was a mishap on behalf of management that you were delegated as a candidate for the task.

You never felt comfortable doing international work; it always made you feel out of place—like you didn’t belong.

Even now, people were suspicious of you. You look like the foreigner that you are; dark skin, with even darker hair and eyes—obviously textured hair. They were all features that made you stand out in a country this far north. You’d been here for three weeks, attending multiple back-and-forth meetings, trying to help as much as possible. Even pharmaceutical companies as small as the one you worked for weren't always known for being scrupulous, so whatever went on in them was beyond you. Your job was to search up and provide information as needed for the active liaison between your company and the Russians.

If it wasn’t for Anna, the woman who acted as the go-between for the other side, you’d be completely at a loss of what to do. She’d been helpful and friendly from the start, and you’d become accustomed to the sight of her smiling grey eyes and the eye-catching gleam of her sandy hair as she walked you to and from places in the building. With her help, you’d assimilated smoothly.

You’re hesitant to call her a friend, but she is the closest thing you had to one in this place. None of your usual co-workers had been asked to attend this trip.

When the Unity Day bombings happened, you were still in a hotel room. The scenes playing out on the TV were horrifying, even without English captions to translate. The attack was said to have been carried out by some sort of radical American terrorist group. However, the fact that Nicholas Fury’s face kept flashing across the screen as a person of interest was all it took to make your mind race with unanswered questions. It had been a long time since you’d seen Nick Fury; nearly a decade.

Why was he here?

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♢ 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘌𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 ♢

pairings- konig x you

(♡ synopsis)-- konig didnt like the joking manner between you and soap. so he decided to put you into place.

warnings-- female anatomy, praise kink, jealous behavior, pet names, thigh riding, oral (m reciever)

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“Remember to keep your eyes sharp.” Price said through the ear piece attached to your ear. You were out watching for Russian trade.

Soap, who was to your left, connected back to him, “You got it Captain.” He pulled the piece from his ear before looking at you, “If you're tired I'm sure you can get some shut eye, Konig and I got this.”

You scoffed, “And miss out on this eventful stake? Hell no.” you joked, pushing him in the ribs playfully. You glanced at the silent Konig who was cleaning his rifle.

Konig and yourself had an interesting dynamic. Hooking up for the past few months but never speaking outside of the bedroom about much other than work. It's how you both liked it.

“Oh I'm sure it's just because you’d miss my company.” Soap laughed out smirking at you.

Konig shifted from the corner of your eye, you raised a curious brow. “Who wouldn't Mactavish.” you giggled, shooting back.

Konig sat up, returning his trustful rifle to his case before speaking, “I'll be in the car trying to get some sleep.” his gruff voice said heavy with his accent.

You bit your lip at his tense nature watching as he walked into the dark night to the truck. Pretending to check your vest you sighed, “Shit I forgot my ammo.” you stood up, “Will you be okay for a minute?” Soap nodded and leaned further to the wall.

You jogged over to the truck about half a mile from the abandoned house that laid the checkpoint. You opened the back door and climbed in next to calmly sat Konig, his legs spread obviously trying to get comfortable.

“What's wrong?” you asked as you sat one leg under the other.

Konig pulled his gloves off, “You fucking Mactavish too?” he boldly asked not bothering to look at you from under the mask.

Alarms rang in your head before you got an idea, “And what if I was? What are you gonna do about it vati?

Knocking the breath from you, your body was pulled on his lap. One big hand on your thigh, the other on your throat lightly applying pressure, “Why aren't you feeling bratty tonight?”

Your arms made their way up his muscular arms to his neck, wrapping themselves around it, “Aren't I always?” you smirked. The tent in his pants grew against your soaked trousers.

“Then I guess I have to show you who you belong to. Strip.” he demanded as he laid his arms along the back of the seats, waiting for the show.

Slowly you got up as much as possible and took off your shirt, nothing underneath.

“Scheiße.” he lightly whispered.

You kicked off your boots along with your pants and soaked underwear before returning to his powerful lap, “Please.” you begged as you lightly grinded on his rough thigh throwing your head back.

Konig’s hand gripped your hips and helped you move back and forth, your clit catching the rolls and wrinkles of his pants in just the right manner, “Yeah that's right baby get off on my thigh and I might just let you have my cock.”

You loudly moaned at his words before covering your mouth to muffle them, moving faster on his thigh before grabbing his shoulders for support.

“No, don't cover up your pretty noises, I need to know who makes you feel that way. Who makes you feel that way huh?” he cooed.

Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’, “You daddy, only you.”

Koning removed his mask before pulling you into a rough kiss just as you finished all over his thigh, “Yeah that's right baby let it out and you can have my cock, Uh huh.”

He praised.

You moved off his thigh and started rapidly unbuttoning his pants. Konig slightly moved his hips up so you should pull his pants and underwear down, “Let me make you feel good.” You said as you placed your hand around his hard cock, rubbing from base to tip.

All he could do was groan, “Yeah just like that baby.”

You leaned your lips upon his pink tip, spreading the pre-cum along his tip before dragging your tongue along the prominent vein. You came back up and finally took him in your mouth, Konig lightly gathering your hair in a makeshift bun and pushing you down further, unable to control the noises that left his mouth.

His dick hit the back of your throat as he pounded into your mouth, leaving no room for air before he pulled out completely, looking at your face, “Aw my pretty baby cock drunk, just wait until you're bouncing on it.” he coo’ed before shoving his hard cock back into your mouth once again pounding in it before fishing in the back of your throat, the hot liquid traveling down.

You gasped for air before quickly getting pulled into a steamy kiss, your hand coming to trace the side of Konigs face, “Please fuck me.” you grounded out as you settled back above his once again hardening dick.

He slowly brought his hand down to your pussy, rubbing your juices around and to your clit, “Always so ready for me.” he said into your mouth before gripping his cock, aligning it with your hot entrance.

You sunk onto his dick, both moaning at the feeling of him filling you up, “Right there daddy.” you exclaimed between moans as you bounced on his lap, his hips slapping up to meet your frantic thrusts.

“Oh yes my beautiful girl. Come on cum for me, you can do it.” He snaked his thumb into your mouth as his other hand landed on your thigh.

You quickly came, moaning loudly around his thumb as you rode out your high, helping him get to his own. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth. Hand coming to hold your hips still as he thrusted his hips up to meet your overstimulated pussy racing to achieve his own orgasm.

“Please give me your cum baby.” you begged gripping his shoulders for dear life as he came into your hot hole, pulling out making you both groan at the loss of contact.

Konig pulled you into him, holding your tired body, “You did so well for me my pretty girl,” he said as he rubbed over your messy hair. But the moment was ruined by a loud knock on the foggy windows.

“Uh-Hey sorry to disturb but Price called us off so if you could both get decent.” Soap's voice sounded, making you giggle and give Konig a quick kiss on the cheek before beginning to re-dress.

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cakeboxie · 7 months

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Chores

Kinktober day no. 6

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat.

Pairing: Yae Miko/cis fem sub reader

CWs: Manipulation, dubcon bc of coercion, power imbalance, a sprinkle of gas lighting

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once. Also I did some looking into what irl shrine maidens do and it’s a lot of menial stuff like cleaning and running any shops in the shrine.

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Yae Miko is a fascinating woman; understatement of the century I know but still.

So it was both horrifying and incredibly interesting when she started personally overseeing your day to day activities as a shrine maiden

Most of what you did was keep the place tidy, not that you were any good at it. At least that’s the conclusion you’d came to with how often Yae would come “teach you to do the chores correctly.”

Said teaching often involved her very, very close to you. The ends of her soft hair tickling your face and the light, airy smell of her perfume filling your senses.

“You summoned me, Guuji Yae.”

“Yes, thank you for your swift arrival.”

Yae sat perched on a bench within a secluded part of the shrine. Passively toying with the gohei she often carried with her as she looked at you, disappointment written on her face as she sighed and stood.

“Join me on a walk, we have… Much to discuss.”

You nod and follow behind her. It was strange in a way, she kept a respectful distance between you both as you left the shrine and made your way down the mountain. Her behavior was in no way strange, but after the close proximity of your lessons with her and the easy smile she had worn during them; her distant smile and the newfound distance stirred an anxiety deep in your chest.

The walk down the mountain felt agonizingly long. But when you did eventually reach the north alcove yae was the first to speak.

“I’m sure you’re aware of why we’re here, no?”

You blinked owlishly at her, besides making sure the little cave was tidy you’d rarely been down here. She appears shocked at your lack of knowledge, and the anxiety digs it’s roots deeper into your diaphragm.

“I see… It's because of your inability to correctly see your tasks done without my assistance. I’d be more understanding if you would accept the help from other shrine maidens. I understand that some people tire quickly. But the others I’ve asked to help you say you’re unwilling to help with your tasks.”

She sighs as you wrack your brain trying to remember ever neglecting your tasks.

“If this behavior keeps up… I can’t promise you can continue working at the shrine.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, someone had to be lying about you to her! You can’t remember ever deliberately neglecting your duties.

Yae smiles sadly at your little outburst.

“I wish I could agree but there has been enough other shrine maidens speaking against you I can’t defend you anymore…”

You pick up on the “but,” that she doesn’t say. And jump at the opportunity to try and fix this whole situation.

“Guuji Yae there needs to be something I can do to fix this. I promise I’m not deliberately neglecting my tasks.”

She stills and looks you over, something flashes behind her eyes and despite everything you know about the woman, a chill squirms down your spine. She looks away and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“I can technically vouch for you. With my word there’s little anyone could do to touch you.”

She looks to you with a coy smile, the discomfort returns with a vengeance, you get the sense you’re not going to enjoy whatever she has you do… but you value your job, and you enjoy the shrine despite how little you seem to do for it.

“What do I need to do? I’m.. open to just about anything.”

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat. She steps closer and you physically resist the urge to step back.

“Seeing as you prefer my company, I’d like you to assist me personally. I’ll see your usual tasks get completed in exchange.”

That’s… so much less than you’d expected? You nod enthusiastically and she steps closer yet, looking down at you through her fluffy hair.

“I’m glad. Meet me here this evening after the maidens stop selling fortunes and I’ll start training you.” Her smile doesn’t falter as she leaves you in the damp cave.

Yae is already there when you arrive. But she is missing the top most layer of her typical outfit. Leaving very little covered.

The anxiety that had finally settled returns tenfold as you try not to let your mind wander about the true reason Yae summoned you here. It’s obviously just her casual wear, why are you being weird about it?

It was not in fact just her casual wear, and somehow Yae went even further than your brain had hoped guessed she would

Forcing you to bury your face between her smooth, plush thighs and eat her out until she decided she was done. Long after your knees had gotten sore from the uneven rock below you.

Yae pulls you away from her by your hair. She looks at you with the same sly smile she did when she cornered you with this idea, the only thing pointing to her having enjoyed you at all is the blush on her cheeks and the ever so slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Good girl, stand.”

You scramble to your feet, trying to fix your own very disheveled outfit as she talks.

“You’re lucky you’re amusing. I want you here at the same time every night. I don’t recommend disappointing me, little one. We both know what’s on the line here.”

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0keny · 1 year

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Hi hello it's me again I have another cute scenario

Imagine gekko little buddies keep following the reader like for example gekko is telling them to do something and the moment they see the reader they start coming to them and want there attention

Lmao.

I just love your writing, so feel free to skip if you like :)

OMGGG BRO THATS SO SWEET, thank you!! it means so much to me 💚 Also hi again! Sorry if this took long.:"c

I love his little baby's they make me so happy 😭

♡♡LITTLE CREW♡♡

Gekko (Mateo) x GN!Reader

Cw: Nothing rlly! Just little babys being little babys!! Also the reader and gekko are just friends, feelings are kind of inplied! ♡

Song: On & On - Piri & Tommy

Enjoy!!

Your morning routine was always the same, but everything changed when Gekko came along, not because of him barging in your room at 9 to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast some days of the week, not because of his beautiful smile making your entire day, surprisingly, it wasn't him.

It was the little gurgling sounds coming from underneath your bed at 6 am waking you up. You recognized these sounds now, but looking under your bed, you couldn't find anything aside from some dust and a singular sock you've been missing for a week.

You brushed it off as a dream you were having, deciding to get up and start your day.

Heading to the kitchen you could of swore you heard tiny footsteps behind you, looking around, again, you didn't find anything, thinking it was your own footsteps being too loud, you tried walking as slow as possible, not trying to wake anyone at the protocol. You shuddered thinking of the earful you would get from a certain elderly man.

You started cooking something simple, pancakes. You were in the middle of cracking an egg when suddenly, you feel something clashing with your heel, repeatedly.

You almost screamed at the sudden touch, but fortunately for you, you catch yourself on the act.

Putting the spatula on the counter, you turn around and look down to find a little yellow blob trying his best to hug your leg before he was rudely interrupted, looking at you with a sad expression, tears prickling his eyes.

"OH, oh my god, Wingman!" You exclaimed, picking the little guy up by his... waist? The anatomy of these babys was odd. "Are you the one that woke me up?" He shook his head up and down, clinging to your right hand for some support, like his owner, he wasn't a fan of heights. You relocated the little blob on top of the counter. "Did you want some company, budd? You could of just..." You trailed off, seeing Dizzy and Thrash hiding in the shadows. "Asked."

You went to pick them both up, bringing them to Wingman's side "Why are all of you here? where is Mosh?" They tried their best to communicate with you, but you really couldn't understand them at all, so instead of asking them to repeat themselves, you opted to make a deal with them.

"Okay, how about this" You grabbed the egg you were about to break and gave it to wingman. "You guys help me cook myself some breakfast..." Trash made a excited sound. "Quietly... AND I don't get kicked for disturbing the peace"

You quickly pet Dizzy and soon after, pick up the spatula. "Deal?" The little creatures cheered and agreed to help you.

For what feelt like a good chunk of time, the four of you kept trying your best to make this setup work, these little guys were good at fights, yes, but they weren't 5 stars chefs, either way, the pancakes where finally done, they were nothing near perfect, but yall had fun in the process.

You sat down with too many pancakes on your plate and a bunch of happy, cheering friends at your side, giving some to all of the members of the current squad for them to devour.

After that, you cleaned your plates, put the remaining pancakes on the fridge and went back to your room, with all the little creatures following close behind you.

"Damn" You layed on your bed with the little critters on your abdomen and chest. "You guys don't mind if i steal you a little longer, right?" To your surprise, no one protested. They just snuggled closer to you and you all went back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! ♡♡♡ Also, i didn't include Mosh because it seems like he can't be outside without Mateo, or without being like, held by someone? AND YOU ARE NOT COOKING ONE HANDED, FIRE HAZARD!!!

#gekko #gekko x reader #gekko x you #valorant #gekkoandyou #gekko fic #valorant fic

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 2 years

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I wrote a poem (you say what a mind)

Written for @hinnyfest this is Prompt 3: Sirius's birthday!

AO3

Ginny Weasley is an expert in many things: Quidditch, the bat-bogey hex, but especially making birthday cards. And Harry needs help getting Sirius a birthday gift.

Ginny barely made it back to the common room before curfew was up. Umbridge had overheard Ginny mock the high pitched “Hem hem!” in the back of the Defense classroom and assigned her detention that night. The words “I must respect those in power over me” were written over and over on a parchment of paper until the toad thought she had written enough. After 3 hours of scribbling, she was sent on her way back to the common room with her cramped hand as a memory of her punishment. Unfortunately, she still had a Charms essay she needed to write for Flitwick due tomorrow, so it was looking like it was going to be a long night.

Ginny might have to dig out the homework planner Hermione got for her birthday from the bottom of her trunk.

The Common Room was practically empty. A few 7th years in the corner swamped with the NEWT workload while three 6th year boys were playing with some of Fred and George’s test products. The only other occupant was Harry sitting in the large comfy couch near the fire. A spot that is usually also occupied by her brother and Hermione, but they seemed to be absent this evening. Probably Prefect rounds.

She made her way over to Harry, if she was going to have to stay up late, she might as well do it with some pleasant company. That is, if Harry let her. They were friends, and Ginny did homework with her friends all of the time. She wouldn’t have hesitated if it was Hermione or Ron sitting alone in the corner to join. Taking a deep breath, Ginny pushed forward. She isn’t a coward, she can do her homework near him.

“Hi Harry. Mind if I sit here and do some work?” Ginny asked.

Harry jumped, shocked to be interrupted, knocking over the inkwell that was balanced carefully on his leg. Scattered in his lap were several crumpled up pieces of paper splattered with ink drops and words crossed out, the quill still in his hand.

“Sorry!” Ginny yelped, “Here let me.” A quick scourgify cleaned up the ink spill.

“Thanks,” Harry muttered. He gave a wave to welcome Ginny to sit. Ginny gave a small smile to Harry. Slipping her bag off of her shoulders and throwing it on the coffee table, she took the spot on the floor across from Harry. Ron always laughed at her for preferring to sit on the ground, but she always found it comfortable.

Looking up from the mess in his lap, “Where are you coming back from so late?” Harry questioned.

“Detention with Umbridge.” grunted Ginny. “She had me write lines for hours. Stupid really.” Ginny continued, rolling her eyes at the pointless detention. Harry however, whipped his head to face her like she said Umbridge used the cruciatus curse for punishment. He glanced down at her hand, eyes filled with concern.

“Just lines? Are you okay?” Harry whispered.

Ginny looked down at her writing hand, wringing her wrist. “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just a crampy wrist.” waving her hand in dismissal, “It’s only going to make this essay for Flitwick just a little more difficult to write. No big deal.”

Harry still looked a little doubtful, but did not ask any further questions. Instead he picked up another blank parchment and started to write again.

Ginny pulled out her Charms book and her own parchment, starting her essay on the difference between healing charms and their effects on different parts of human anatomy. Ginny was no healer, she did not understand why healing an ear was so much more challenging than growing back a fingernail. Two feet was going to be a challenge. Maybe if she asked nicely, Hermione might share her essay from last year with her.

Just as Ginny wrote the conclusion to her opening paragraph, Harry let out an exasperated sigh, crumpling up another parchment and throwing it in the nearby fire. Flames grew as paper turned to ash. Both of them stared at the fire as the flames dwindled back down.

Ginny turned back to Harry, “A little dramatic, don’t you think?”

Harry just scoffed and rolled his eyes at her, but she could tell his annoyance was not directed at her but rather the project he had just turned to ash.

“What are you working on anyway?” Ginny asked, curious and looking for a distraction.

Harry looked over his shoulder and then at the group of 6th years over in the corner. He leaned forward so they wouldn’t be overheard. “It’s Sirius’s birthday tomorrow, and I realized I didn’t give him a present. So I was trying to write him a letter.”

“A card is a great idea!” exclaimed Ginny.

“You are the expert in card making as far as I am aware.” Harry said leaning back into the couch. “Especially singing cards.” Harry continued, giving a lopsided grin.

Ginny’s cheeks pinked. “I am going to pretend you are not teasing me, because I am proud of my ability to make a mean singing card, and I was going to offer my services and assist you.”

“Me? Tease? Please, Gin. I would never tease you over one of the best cards I have ever received. I still have it! Although I think the singing voice has worn out. It sounds a lot less angelic and more like a mermaid on land.” Ginny laughed into her sleeve, and tried not to think too much about the way “Gin” sounded coming out of Harry’s lips.

“You can’t tease me for making singing cards, but - er - you can tease me for this.” Ginny said as she started to dig through her bag. At the bottom was a small amount of her craft supplies, only slightly squashed from the books. She pulled out blue, gold, and red streams of ribbon and colored parchment, tossing them on the table between her and Harry.

Harry stared wide eyed at the decor in front of him. “You keep your card-making supplies on you?” not even attempting to hide the playfulness in his voice.

“Okay, okay. I know I deserve it!” Ginny defended herself, “But, in my defense, it was Michael’s and mum’s birthdays last week and I needed to make cards for both of them. And I was just too lazy to take the supplies out of my backpack!”

Harry threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, you were the one who gave me permission to tease you for it, and those are valid reasons. Although, I am a little hurt because I now understand it is not that rare to get a special Ginny Weasley Card.”

Ginny grinned up at Harry, “A little full of yourself.”

Harry just grinned back. He picked up a red piece of parchment and started to draw on the front. Ginny turned back to her essay for Charms, trying to tune out the sound of Harry scribbling above her.

She made up some conclusion that the reason cartilage heals slower is because it grows much slower than fingernails. She had no clue if that was true or not, but it sounded like a good enough reason to use a stitching charm instead of a bandage charm. Harry cleared his voice above her.

“Okay, don’t laugh.”

Harry brandished the front of his card. Ginny had to suck in her cheeks to keep herself from making a noise. The cover had a black blob with 5 sticks coming out at all angles, and maybe that was a head on the left? Ginny had never seen a Thestral before, but that had to be the thing Harry drew, because she had never seen any animal that looked like it before..

“Is it rude for me to ask what that is?”

Harry stared at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “A big, black dog, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Ginny nodded.

“This was a stupid idea.” Harry sighed in defeat, tossing the card back onto the table.

“No it’s not, you can just cover up the front with a big bow! I have some gold ribbon!” Ginny said, brandishing the ribbon out of the pile. Quickly tying the ribbon into a knot, she glued it down to the front of the card with her wand, covering up the Grim.

“Perfect! Thanks, Gin!” Ginny made a quick mental note to herself that was the second time he called her that tonight. “I will just write a quick Happy Birthday message on the inside and send it off.”

“No no!” Ginny giggled. “If your card is going to be a Ginny Weasley approved card, it needs to be a poem that sings and rhymes!”

“Is that why you called Voldemort the Dark Lord? Just so you can rhyme with blackboard?”

“I am going to ignore the fact that you memorized one of the most mortifying moments of my life, and just try to help you with your card.”

“Don’t you have an essay to write?” Harry asked.

“Yes I do. Anyway, what rhymes with Sirius?”

Harry gave out a laugh. “Curious?” Harry suggested.

“Delirious,” Ginny responded.

“Mysterious.”

“Imperious.”

“How the hell am I supposed to incorporate an unforgivable curse in a birthday card, Ginny?”

“With creativity, Harry.”

A snort escaped from Harry. “Yes, because I am known for my creativity. The Sorting Hat almost put me in Ravenclaw because of my brilliant mind.” teased Harry, eyes twinkling over at Ginny.

Ginny stared at Harry, watching him try to stifle a grin at her. “I am not that gullible, Harry. I bet that hat spent one second on top of that head of yours and sorted you right into Gryffindor.”

Harry shook his head at her. “Something like that,” he muttered. With a sigh, he continued, “Okay. Poem. Let’s do this. We also probably shouldn’t say Sirius just in case the card ends up in the wrong hands.” He leaned forward across the table and whispered down so Ginny had to lean forward to hear him. His woodsy scent that reminded her of a mix of broom polish and crisp autumn air filled her lungs. “He wants us to call him Snuffles.”

“Snuffles?” Ginny asked, her voice coming out a little higher than intended. “Why?”

“I-,” Harry paused, thinking. “I honestly don’t think I want to know.”

Ginny threw her head back and laughed. Her heart filled with warmth. She enjoyed the banter her and Harry had. Back and forth. She was glad she made the decision to join him tonight. Listening to Hermione when she told her to relax around him was the best advice she had ever given. Smartest witch of her age indeed.

“Hmmmm…” Ginny hummed to herself. “Wait, how old is he going to be?”

Harry paused, doing mental math in his head, “uh, 36 I think. I hope.”

Ginny nodded to herself, “Okay, and what are some things you appreciate about him?”

This gave Harry a pause. He leaned back into the couch and stared into the embers of the slowly dying fire. Ginny could almost hear the thoughts whirling around in his head. She almost felt like she was intruding on a moment for him. “Er,” Harry said, clearing his throat, “I like that he is so obviously a Gryfindor. I appreciate his humor and wit, but also the way he supports me. I- I never really had a father figure that I can remember, and Sirius, well he guided me through the shitstorm that was last year and this year now too.”

Ginny reached under the table and gave Harry’s ankle a gentle squeeze of encouragement. Smiling up with reassurance, “That’s really nice Harry. I am glad he can be that person for you. Why don’t we start with something like… “

Witty, brave, and supportive, what a great mix.

Cheers to the man turning 36.

To celebrate, I made this card with bows and ruffles

Happy Birthday to my dogfather, Snuffles

Harry laughed as he wrote the final line of the poem. “Brilliant, Ginny! Ravenclaw would have fought for a mind like yours.”

“Nah, Ravenclaw probably took one look at my mind and thought that it was too vulgar. I don’t think I have ever heard a Ravenclaw swear, and I say shite and fuck way too much to be censored.”

“Well I am glad Gryffindor appreciates your vulgar mind.”

Ginny beamed up at Harry, cheeks flushing with happiness at the compliment. “Okay, so now the poem is written, I will need you to sing it!”

“Wait, what.”

Ginny stared blankly at Harry’s now pale face. Holding her grin in. Letting Harry really think that he would have to warm up his vocal cords. Harry stared back, his bright green eyes widened with fear. Ginny could swear she could see hues of gold intermixed with the green in the flickering firelight. A beat passed between them, and Ginny felt like the air evaporated from her lungs.

“I am totally shitting you, right now. It is just a spell.” Ginny said, voice only slightly breathless. She ignored the rush of blood in her ears, and pointed her wand at the card, “Verba Cantorela.”

“Fuck you,” Harry laughed, lightly kicking Ginny under the table. She joined, laughing with him. The card started to sing their poem back at them in a beautiful chorus.

This was something she could get used to. Hanging out with Harry. Laughing with Harry. Ginny was sure if Harry would ever like her in the way she used to want. But that is fine because she is totally, 100% over him. Yet moments like this, where she felt warm all over and her heart, she could pretend. And Harry had an air of carefreeness about himself that she had not seen most of term.

The warmth she felt faded when she looked over at her unfinished essay.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Hmm?”

“How much do you know about healing charms?” Ginny asked, hopefully.

“All I know is that I don’t trust Gilderoy Lockhart performing them.”

“Honestly, Professor Flitwick might accept that. I only have about…” Ginny picked up her parchment and squinted at it, “oh, a foot left. I can just ask Hermione at breakfast tomorrow morning and finish it during the first period. I don’t have Charms until after lunch.”

“I can try to help,” Harry said sheepishly. “In theory, I did this assignment last year at some point. What are you working on?”

Ginny pulled out her planner from underneath the collection of ribbon scattered on the table so she could read the essay prompt. “Healing charms for small body parts, and the best time to use each one. The example Flitwick gave was healing missing fingernails, broken noses, or missing ears.” Ginny said. “Personally, I can understand losing a fingernail or breaking a nose, but I want to meet the witch or wizard that manages to get an entire ear chopped off.”

Harry tugged at his messy mop of hair. “Probably the unfortunate side effect of a hair-cutting spell gone haywire.”

Ginny’s eyes twinkled up at Harry, “You would know all about unfortunate haircuts.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed at her, but the grin did not slip from his lips. “Rude. I thought you wanted my help.”

“I do! I just need some help coming up with another healing charm or two. I’ve exhausted everything I know about the bandage and stitching charms.”

“As someone who has visited Madam Pomfrey their fair share, Episkey is a fantastic spell.”

Ginny nearly banged her head on the table. Episkey was the first spell they learned in this unit, she handed in a 3 foot essay on that charm alone last week. “Oh duh! Thanks Harry, you’re a lifesaver!”

Harry grinned at her, “Hermione does say that I have a saving people thing. So I am glad someone appreciates it.”

“Of course I appreciate you, Harry. I think I can handle the rest of the essay.”

“In that case, I think I might head up to bed.” Harry yawned. “Night, Gin. Thanks for the help with the card, I really appreciate it.”

“Night, Harry. Thank you for the essay help.” Ginny waved as Harry went up the stairwell to the boys dormitory. Ginny found herself humming to the tune of Sirius’s birthday card as she finished up her essay. That was number three. Three times he called her Gin tonight. It was nothing special really, but it sounded sweet to Ginny’s ears.

#hinnyfest #hinny #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #harry potter #happy birthday sirius i know you would have shipped hinny #also this is my first fanfiction ever lol

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐭-𝐒𝐨-𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Koner x Spellcaster!GN!Reader) When Koner turned up at your door asking to do business with you, you didn’t expect your agreement to turn into something more.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut but the next part(s) will have 18+ only content so MINORS DNI SOD OFF AWAY FROM ME AND THIS BLOG. A little bit of angst if you squint, brief mentions of sex, more of the lead up to the relationship than anything, barely proofread because it’s the middle of the night and I’m tired lolol.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Yes, I bent the lore of GoT for magic because I say magic rights and don’t care what George R.R. Martin says. The next two parts will be smut and will also be the same as each other but one will be written for v owners and the other will be written for p owners so that I’m not limiting it to a specific set of anatomy. I didn’t feel up to writing smut, so I wrote this instead with the intention of writing smut in separate parts. Honestly I’ve had to take a short break from writing because doing smut all the time can be a bit draining for me for personal reasons.

The quiet and solitude of your little home you’d made for yourself in the small village a few miles from Winterfell was something you’d grown accustomed to. You’d lived with your parents for most of your life, but when the time came you built up a life away from them, although still in the same village so that you could be there for them if they needed your help.

Your house was a simple one and resided at the outskirts of the village. Your parents visited from time to time, but apart from that you never had company over. If you were to meet your friends and spend time with them, you did it in the local tavern or at their house. Of course, you were questioned about why you never invited anyone into your home, and you would wave it off saying that it was simply too small to adequately entertain guests. It was a believable enough excuse, and one that meant you were never bothered by anyone unless it was your parents wanting to catch up or spend time with you. However, the true reason behind you never having guests was nothing to do with the size of your home.

You were a spellcaster.

You had known from a young age that you were able to use magic. However, your parents made sure that you only ever used it within the family home so as to not raise suspicions. Magic wasn’t banned as such, but it was long thought to be dead and nothing but fanciful stories and old wives’ tales. If anyone thought there was even a chance that they could use magic and obtain the kind of power that could be utilised by an enemy to overthrow Winterfell, you and your parents would never have heard the end of it. So, you kept it hidden and only used it in the safety and privacy of the family home. Now, as an adult, you practiced your magic in the solitude and emptiness of your own house. It was difficult, of course, because you still weren’t sure of the limits of what you could do even after growing up using magic. You could do small things like summoning small flames into your hands and lighting fires with the blink of an eye, but when you tried to venture into other possible disciplines of magic you just didn’t seem to be able to do anything else.

It was while you were practicing your magic, trying to see how large of a flame you could conjure into your palm, when you received a knock at your door. You swiftly extinguished the fire you’d created and wrapped yourself up in your moth-eaten blanket then opened the door. Before you stood a man wearing the uniform that the Winterfell soldiers donned, confusion etched onto his features as he tried to look behind you into the house.

“Can I help you?” you asked, a polite smile on your face as you tried to close the door a little to stop him being nosy.

“Didn’t you just have a fire lit in there?”

You shook your head. “A fire? No, sir. I’m sure you’re mistaken.”

He fixed his eyes on you and you noticed immediately how dark they were. If it weren’t for the lighter flecks of hazel mixed with the brown, you’d have thought they were black.

“No, I definitely saw a fire. Why did you put it out? Are you trying to freeze to death in there?” he said, clearly determined to get an answer out of you.

“Instead of arguing about this imaginary fire you claim to have seen, why don’t you tell me why you’re here? What brings you to my home, soldier?”

As if remembering that he wasn’t there to ask about fires, his frown morphed into a smile that you had to admit was rather pretty. “I was told I could find herbal remedies and medicines here for a reasonable price if I asked nicely enough.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And who told you that? What’s wrong with the remedies and medicines up in Winterfell?”

His eyes raked up and down your body, making you let out an involuntary shiver. “None of them are as easy on the eye as you are, pretty thing. Who told me where to find you is none of your business. I have my ways.”

You let out an indignant huff but opened the door a little wider and stepped aside. “Get in, before I change my mind. Quickly now, you’re letting out the warmth.”

He smirked as he brushed past you and entered your home. You slammed the door, irritated, and made your way over to the fireplace. If he knew about the herbal remedies and medicines that you crafted, that meant he likely knew about your use of magic and there would be no point in hiding it from him now. However, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make sure you didn’t need to start preparing to leave at a moment’s notice.

You gazed down at the kindling in the fireplace and clicked your fingers, delighting in the gasp the man let out when it caught alight and began to warm up the room. You quirked a brow as you turned to look at him and took in his expression of amazement.

“Don’t act so shocked. People don’t come to me asking for my services without knowing first at least a little about what I am, and aside from my parents nobody else knows the truth of why I live out here alone. So, tell me the name of the fool gawking at me like I’ve just grown a second head and then tell me who directed you to me.”

The soldier was quiet for a moment before he responded. “Koner.”

You nodded as you moved over to the shelves filled with remedies and medicines you’d concocted and perfected over the years. “Is Koner your name or the name of whoever needs flaying for putting both of us at risk?”

“That would be me.” You heard the man – Koner – pull out a chair from the table and assumed he’d taken a seat there. “So, is it true what they said? You make your own medicines and sell them to other outlying villages to make some coin?”

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Yes, that’s the long and short of it. I suppose they also told you what I am as well, did they? That I use magic once thought to be extinct to concoct my remedies?”

“Yes and no.”

You picked up a couple of potions you’d put together that took care of one’s general health and placed them in front of him on the table before taking a seat opposite him.

“They told me about your business. I’ve come by here more than once but ended up never knocking on the door. I’ve seen you through the window a few times making fire out of thin air and realised that must be part of how you make them.”

Admittedly, that wasn’t the answer you’d been expecting from him. You were concerned that you would need to track down whoever had discovered your secret and put an end to their rumour spreading in order to protect both yourself and our parents. However, Koner seemed to be telling the truth, though you didn’t completely trust him yet. If he became a regular customer, you would have to see if his words were true or if he was lying to cover for someone else. One thing was for sure: you were going to need something to cover up your windows if you wanted to keep your secret exactly that.

You lifted one of the potions and observed him as he watched in interest. “This takes care of general health. Think of it like a tonic or a pick-me-up. As long as you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you know, I’ll provide you these for free if and when you need them. Other remedies and such will still cost you.”

Koner nodded, a stray brown curl slipping from beneath his hood. “Of course. Will I need to arrange with you a place to meet and trade?”

“And risk someone catching me in the act and following me home? No. You will come to me when you need something from me,” you told him, placing the potion back down on the table.

“And if someone sees me? Asks questions? What shall I tell them?”

A playful smile teased your lips. “That you’re getting an easy fuck from the village hermit.”

You laughed when he choked on his own spit, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’m joking,” you told him. “Nobody would be mad enough to come to me if sex was what they wanted, although I certainly wouldn’t say no to you given the time to get to know you better. Just say to them that my parents have asked you to check in on me regularly. I’ll make sure they know to corroborate your story should somebody discuss it with them.”

Once he agreed, the two of you spent another hour or so becoming better acquainted with one another. You found out that Koner was an only child and both his parents had died five years prior not long after he’d turned twenty. After that, he’d become a soldier of Winterfell to keep himself afloat and had been welcomed with open arms. He’d grown up in the North, but a couple towns over from the village you lived in. Frostbite had almost taken his fingers of his left hand in his first year as a soldier, scars from the ice adorning his fingertips. In turn, you’d told him about growing up as the only person in your family who had magic and how you’d found that other kinds of magic had escaped your capabilities no matter how hard you tried. You regaled him with tales of close calls and the time you’d accidentally burned your mother’s best dress when you panicked as a child, unable to control your magic as effectively at such a young age. You showed him the scar on your knee from when you’d fallen out of a tree when your childhood rival Bram bet you a fresh loaf of bread you couldn’t climb to the top.

When Koner left with the potions you gave him, it was with the promise that he would be back soon if he needed anything else. You bid him farewell with a smile, knowing that he would keep his word and likely return before the week ended.

***

As weeks passed, you and Koner settled into a routine. Every Friday, once the sun set and never a minute before, your curly haired soldier with his chocolate button eyes would rap his knuckles against your door in the pattern you had both devised so that you new who was at your door: two short knocks, a pause, two more, another pause, and then one last knock against the wood. Then, you would let him in and swiftly shut the door behind him before proceeding to close the shutters on all of your windows. He’d then tell you what he needed, you would put the requested items in the satchel he’d bring with him, he’d pay you, and then you’d spend the next couple of hours talking. Sometimes it was about something that had happened that week. Other times it was more questions so that you could become more familiar with one another.

What hadn’t been planned as part of your routine was falling for him. Koner was undoubtedly a handsome man, but his personality – his kindness, the strength of his spirit, the softness behind the hardened exterior of a soldier – was more handsome still. You would spend your days apart hoping that he would drop in unexpectedly one night to spend more time with you, always keeping your home more organised and tidier just in case. The money he paid you for your homemade remedies and medicines had been enough to keep you better fed and you had even given some of it to your parents so that they too could live a better life. Even when you told him he didn’t have to pay you as much as he did, that you would reduce the price just for him if he wished, he would always pay you the full amount.

One evening, when your mother came to visit your home, she’d asked you about your relationship with Koner.

“When are you going to tell him, love?” she’d enquired.

You gave her a frown in return. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

Those six words had hit you harder than you thought they would. You merely shook your head.

“He doesn’t see me in the same way, mother. Besides, he’s a soldier. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he want the lonely village hermit with their little parlour tricks and potions?”

You glared at her when she smacked your arm.

“I will not have you speaking of yourself in such a way! If he cared so little for you, would he still insist on paying you no less than the full amount of what your potions are worth? Would he bother to stick around after getting what he needs? Would he try so hard to get to know you better and treat you with such kindness? I think you underestimate him and his feelings.”

“And what if he really doesn’t care for me at all?” you murmured, your head bowed to avoid her gaze. “What if all of this is him being polite? He’s a soldier of Winterfell, mother. There must be countless men and women who would do anything for him at the tip of his hat. What makes me so special?”

Her arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you into her warm embrace. “You always were too stubborn to take mine or your father’s word for it. If you asked Koner how he felt, I know that he would say he feels the same for you that you do for him.”

Even with your mother’s reassurance, the voice of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind.

***

At the four month mark of yours and Koner’s friendship, he knocked that now comforting rhythm at your door and you opened the door with a smile to be met with a sight you weren’t expecting.

He’d brought you flowers.

“I hope you don’t mind, pretty thing,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them on my patrol when I walked past the flower stall and thought of you, so I bought them. If you don’t like them, I can always throw them away. It was a bit forward of me really and I wasn’t thinking when I bought them. I apologise if –”

You took the small bouquet off him before he could change his mind and stepped aside for him to enter, inhaling the scent with a grin. “They’re beautiful, although I’m not sure what I did to deserve such beautiful flowers.”

Koner closed the door as soon as he was inside and shrugged off his cloak. “That’s why I’m here, actually. Tonight will be the last of our business together.”

His words filled you with ice cold as you stared at him. “Oh. I see.”

He continued. “I’ve been considering this for a while. I can’t continue pretending anymore.”

At this point, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. “Pretending?”

“Pretending that I see you as a friend.”

Your hurt must have shown on his face because he quickly backtracked.

“No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant pretending that I see you as just a friend.”

You licked your lips and placed the flowers down on your table, busying yourself afterward by closing the shutters of your windows so that nobody could look in. A jolt of shock ran through you when a pair of firm hands turned you around once the last shutters were closed, those same hands coming to rest on your hips as you gazed into his eyes.

“And how do you really see me?” you whispered, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

“Something I don’t have a word for.” His thumbs caressed your sides soothingly. “You are all I think about when I’m on patrol and carrying out my duties as a Winterfell soldier. I work as hard as I can, hoping to be paid extra if I work hard enough, in the hopes that I can buy even more from you and have an excuse to stay here longer every Friday. It never works, and the lads tease me relentlessly for it, but I don’t care. When my comrades boast about the latest whore they’ve laid with in the brothel in the next town over, all I’m able to think about is how I wish I could lay with you. One of them tells me a joke and I think about whether you would laugh at it too. I see Lord and Lady Stark and the love they share, and I feel a need rooted deep inside me to have that with you regardless of what others would think or say. I dream of you some nights, dreams that I dare not repeat out loud, and when I wake up you occupy every inch of my brain until I swear that I’m about to lose my mind.

“So, you see, I can’t continue to see you every Friday without hoping that you feel the same way. If you can see me only as a friend, then please tell me. Tell me now so that I don’t keep getting my hopes up and deluding myself into thinking that you care for me as much as I care for you.”

Speechless and unable to think of the words to say, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours in a kiss that you hoped conveyed just how deeply you felt for him. How hard you’d fallen for him over the past four months. He pulled your hips flush against his and you started to relax when he returned the kiss, lips moving over yours messily as you tilted your heads for better access. You hadn’t even realised you were both moving until your back hit the wall. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair and tugged at his brunette curls, his soft moan making you smile against him.

Your lungs crying out for air, the two of you parted and broke the kiss but still held onto one another as if one of you were about to disappear.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this properly,” he muttered, making you laugh.

“Koner, you still have the chance to ask if you so wish. I won’t stop you.”

He blushed as his eyes flickered to and from your lips. “Very well. Y/N, would you do me the honour of blessing me with your presence on a horse ride away from the village, lest I corrupt you and ravish you here and now?”

The thought of him having his way with you had you biting your lip, but that could wait for a later date. He wanted to romance you properly, like a gentleman, and who were you to deny him that?

“I would love that, my sweet man.”

Beaming, he pulled you in for another kiss.

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What goes bump in the night? Who’s riled and ready for a fright? Why it’s these three mischievous young knaves of course, Dhorpor, Mharghy and Carcass Kid. This tricky trio is comprised of orphans who were brought into the halls of the great Eolasug of Drynyra for their particular proficiencies as promising prodigies of the scientific disposition.

Dhorpor! A rough one he is, but judging from how well he ended up taking rending his skull open to prod at his chronic brain trauma and consequently stitching it all back together this bald bespectacled kid is a tough nut to crack. Found among the filth of a sty rife with lardy beasts of burden by the outer parts of the municipality, his abilities of dissection and amputation surely came from his tendency towards cruelty and sadistic behaviour. Rather than the mud-rollers of the past, he helps the good cullahs of the halls with surgery and even excels quite well in his extraction of tumors and painful growths. Many a limb and many an organ have been skimmed and skewered under his blade to the express agony of many patients, of course a small price to pay in the way of the alleviation of dismay and the prospect of making it to the next wretched day. A playful loud mouth and energetic assistant, this boy might only be a few articles on anatomy and years in the plague-ridden city from becoming a true butcher of men.

Mharghy! The lanky cranky teen of one eye may appear to only bear half of her vision about her, however her wicked wits and careless creativity are never to be seen as anything half-minded or half-handed. A terrible team of infections took about her body in the midst of her adolescence, leaving her with a wary wavy spine and a socket of her skull compromised. Rather than seeking the dubious treatments of the looming quarters of the city, she took needle and thread upon herself to mend her own wounds. Such a determined dedication to the work of seasoned skin stitching translated into her task of bringing patchworked patients back together. Reconnecting innards and reconciling internals is no simple deed, a grizzly process which ought to leave one standing with most of (if not more) of their limbs and organs. A snarky sardonic cynic of the surgical sort, this girl can’t hold in a hardy laugh at the woes of others, even if it means her glass eye popping out.

…Carcass Kid? A relatively recent arrival from a lonely land in the heart of Talukod, this strange and stiff… kid reportedly was one among a band of travelers who involved themselves in niche mysteries. Their putrid presence seems to submerge and stifle the high spirits of any chamber they happen to stalk as some who have come into contact with this corpse-like character would come to claim. Their face is often obscured by the damp hood which adorns their noggin at all times, beyond a twisted black thicket of hair lies there a face both youthful and terribly skeletal, a ghastly pale visage of calm yet unsettling emotion. They rarely can be heard speaking as their voice remains soft and whispery, however this does not appear to trouble their companions Dhorpor and Mharghy. The particular proficiency of this unusual youngster is quite certainly difficult for most to get a grim grasp on, as they seem to know death on a level which few in these halls of progress can conceive. Some have spread rumors that the wise citizen scientist Prydlyn Pyrmarbh has taken to conferring with this young mystic concerning pseudoscience and snake oils, possibly spurred on by a rising internal distrust and only made stronger through a prejudice against those from partially-integrated border communities. As far as can be parsed from what brief interactions have been made with this poorly understood child they seem to especially enjoy the company of their companions, be that in strenuous study or simply wandering the sullen sickly streets of Drynyra bearing with them some of the last remaining jolly juvenile joy around.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) after your casting partner grimmjow come down with the flu, director shunsui kyoraku steps in and takes his place.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, modern au, sw!reader, p*rn director!shunsui, very descriptive description of making out, implied oral (male receiving), mentions of pubes. (come on now we see how hairy this man is) doggystyle position, flat doggy positon, usage of spit, breeding kink, creampie, body worship, mentions of reader & grimmjow being roommates and filming buddies lol, he done made her fall in love after giving a smidget of him, this smut is just outright nasty...i need to be evaluated after writing this, word count: 3k

YOUR FACE SCRUNCHED UP IN DISGUST HEARING THE SOUND OF YOUR ROOMMATE SLASH VERY LOYAL FILMING PARTNER AGGRESSIVELY COUGH. With your back leaned against his dresser, your arm crossed over your chest as you watched him peak from under the royal blue duvet, his eyes puffy, and frankly—he looked like shit. You knew he wouldn’t be able to film today considering how he looked, but you knew that he wouldn’t particularly let you help look after him and miss work. In your mind, you could miss one day. It wouldn’t make a big deal, considering how your bank account was looking. However, your roommate was insisting you just film without him.

Grimmjow and yourself have known each for over two years now. The first year you two met after you desperately decided to do porn for cash. At first, you were timid—afraid your reputation could be tarnished as soon as Nympho Productions posted the video online. The direct deposit that hit your account had you eager to try more. According to the interactions on Grimmjow and your videos, they were prevalent. Many of them rave about the two of you having a lot of chemistry together. Weird right? Having on-camera chemistry in a porn video. So, you and Grimmjow entered a contract to do a video together three times a month under Nympho Productions. You two soon became roommates after realizing that you have seen everything of each other—some workers in the company even joked about the two of you dating.

“They’re most likely going to pair you up with someone else,” Grimmjow lets out a cough as he finally pulls the covers off his head. His light blue colored hair was a mess on his face, and his eyes were as puffy as ever. “We’ll have to film four videos together next month.” He huffs.

“The contract is between you and me. I don’t have to go in today.” You spoke out as you shrugged your shoulders. “Plus, you look like shit. I can’t just leave you in here all sick and gross looking.”

Grimmjow stares at you and blinks. “Did you just say I look like shit and gross looking?”

“That’s the only thing you heard me say?” You asked. “I don’t mind staying here and taking care of you. That’s what roommates and occasionally video partners do.” You smiled at him, and he simply rolled his eyes at your gesture and rolled over in bed so that he was no longer facing you.

“Stop being so nice as if you didn’t curse me out yesterday for eating that shitty flavored ice cream, you brought, Y/N. Don’t let me stop you from making money. Plus, you should get used to doing videos with other guys.” Grimmjow says.

“You ignored my sticky note on the ice cream that you said was nasty, you asshole.” You said. “I have chemistry with you; why would I want to do that?”

He sits up in bed, giving you an annoyed look. “Actors have chemistry with multiple people. So do porn stars. Now go because you must be at the studio in like an hour. I’ll be okay.”

Your lip gloss-covered lips part to argue against his words before admitting defeat. “Fine, I’ll keep you posted on who I’m filming with. Hopefully, it goes quickly.”

“Let’s hope whatever lucky guy doesn’t cum too quickly.”

“Just how you did our first time filming together.” You jokingly say as you shut the door before he can chuck his pillow at you.

The journey to the studio wasn’t that long. As soon as you stepped into the office, many workers were already doing their job for the day. You didn’t know how this day would go considering that you had no clue who you were filming with. You feared that you would be paired with someone who cum too quickly, which dragged on filming. Or maybe you’ll be with someone you weren’t attracted to, and you couldn’t have sex with someone you weren’t attracted to. Granted, you were a porn star—it wasn’t like you were looking for prince charming. You just thought it would be better to stare at someone pretty. You also didn’t want the sex to be seen so forced; any director could point out when the two stars aren’t into it and just doing it to get over with. You were a woman of standards and had to make sure everything you did was of criteria, including sucking cock on camera.

“Oh my God! You actually came to work,” One of the set assistants said as she approached you with a clipboard. “We heard about Grimmjow being sick and assumed you wouldn’t come in. That saves everyone's ass,” She links arms with you as she walks down the hall toward the makeup and hair department.

On the long hallway towards the makeup and hair department location, posters of popular videos the company created were on the walls. You didn’t have a poster yet, considering that you only filmed with one person.

“Don’t you have to find someone to replace Grimmjow?” You walked into the room and sat in the chair to get your makeup done.

The majority of the makeup looks depends on the scenario. In essential blow job videos, the makeup artist sometimes used waterproof eyeliner, depending on who was directing the video. Some directors adored the pleasing aesthetic shot of a pretty person with eyeliner stains on their face after having a cock tap at the back of their throat—others didn’t, as they thought it was trashy.

“Uh, yes.” The young woman said as she brought her clipboard closer to her chest. She glances down at her sneakers before speaking again, “It’s surely a first for Nympho Productions.” She forces a smile on her face, and your eyebrows are raised in curiosity.

“Who am I filming with? I hope you guys didn’t just get some random guy.” You sighed. “If that’s what you’re referring to, this being a first.”

“No, it’s just you’ll be filming with uh—Director Kyoraku.” She says after she checks her clipboard. “We never had a director step in for a video, so this is a first, and everyone has been running around like a chicken without its head because of it.”

Your mouth instantly dried up at the sound of that. You had worked with Director Shunsui Kyoraku a couple of times, considering he’s been the director for countless of you and Grimmjow’s videos. You have sat in the studio’s cafeteria and overheard many workers talk highly of him. He was charismatic without even trying. He was kind, very kind actually, and not in the creepy power dynamic kind that many directors in Hollywood give. You couldn’t deny how attractive he was. He has seen practically everything of you on camera—so why was the thought of recording a video with him having your stomach forming the most insane knots?

“You can refuse to do the video. He has stated that and wants you, his co-star, to be as comfortable as possible. He understands that Grimmjow is your usual partner—and recording with someone new can be extremely intimidating.” The set assistant explained. “We can start whenever you’re ready; the shoot can be as long or short. We need to get enough footage to release an exclusive video for premium subscribers for the site.”

Your lips form a straight line before speaking, “It’s okay. I’m comfortable with that. Are there any specific positions he prefers for today?”

“Once again, anything that you’re comfortable with.” The set assistant said. “You’re actually his first—on camera. So, he’s kinda going to be looking at you for guidance.” She chuckles lowly as she rocks on her heels nervously. Frankly, she was afraid that you’d back out last minute.

Now it was you chuckling; you’d heard rumors about Director Kyoraku. From how big his cock was to how amazing he was in bed. Now here you were with the grand opportunity to see if the rumors were true.

“Do you think we should go with waterproof eyeliner?” The makeup artist asked out loud.

Usually, when you were asked this question, you didn’t know what to say. Especially if you didn’t know who was directing the shoot during your scenes. Your lips rubbed together before parting to speak but soon were interrupted by the one man that had been running through your mind since you learned the news that you were going to be filming with him.

“Regular liner would do.”

Your eyes met with his, and you felt your body go through a heat rush. It felt like all the blood in your body rushed to your face. Your words that were tumbling around in your mind seemed to come to a stop. The makeup and hair department people around you seem to move slowly. Shunsui Kyoraku was leaning against the door frame of the room you were in.

“Then you guys heard the director, regular liner it is.” You could hear the makeup artist chuckle at your words.

“He must have quite some interesting plans for filming with you today,” The artist commented as she grabbed the black eyeliner.

Shunsui took the empty seat just a few inches away from you. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as he stared at you. Completely drinking in your looks as you were getting your makeup done. As the makeup artist turns to grab another makeup product—you catch a glimpse of him trailing his tongue across his lips before he rubs his hand across the stubble on his face.

“I came to you before our shoot to talk.” He interrupts the silence that swirled around the room.

“I already told the set assistant; I am comfortable with any position you want to try.” Your eyes met his.

“Right.” He clicks his tongue before speaking again, “I know this is awkward, but my main goal is to ensure you’re comfortable.”

You crossed your legs across one another, the jean skirt you wore rising just a bit with your provocative action. You took note that Shunsui’s eyes glanced down at your thighs. He swallowed so hard you could see his adam apple bob because of his actions. Were you making him nervous?

“I’m very much comfortable with filming you. I know I suppose to help guide you, but I’m sure you don’t need much guidance.” You stated.

The makeup artist applied a coat of lip gloss on your plush lips before asking you to rub your lips together to finish the minimal makeup look. You rubbed your lips together before glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Your golden skin glistened in the bright light that was attached to the mirrors, and you couldn’t help but smile at your beauty. Pushing yourself out of your seat so you can change into something else, you look at Shunsui before your lips curve into a smile.

“Remember the words you told me when you first directed one of my videos? Just do it as if I’m not even there. So just do that, sir.” You let your hand place on his shoulder before leaving the room.

“See you on set in about fifteen minutes.” You said out loud as you waltzed down the hall to change into something else.

You went to your dressing room, which was usually shared with Grimmjow, to change into something more appealing to the eye. Your breasts sat up nicely in the shirt you wore, but you knew you wouldn’t even have it on in a matter of minutes. You spent the remaining time in your dressing room trying to figure out if you could give Grimmjow a heads-up on what was happening. He was going to see the video regardless—but you were sure his little ego would be bruised seeing who you would be filming with. As your fingers hovered over the message thread to send a quick message, a knock was heard at the door. The same set assistant that dropped the massive news would give you a sly smile, “We’re ready for you on set, Y/N.” She adds.

“I’ll be right there.” You answered.

You never were nervous about filming other than your first time on camera. You remembered how timid you were with so many sets of eyes on your bare body. Today you were so nervous that you could feel the knots twisting and turning in the pit of your stomach. However, you kept remembering how people talked highly about Shunsui on set. Not one person had something negative to say about the guy, so of course, he would take his time with you. Of course, when action was yelled, he would make you as comfortable as possible, considering that this was different from filming with Grimmjow. His large hands caress your body like a well-trained masseuse. Obviously, you got the idea clearly of him choosing for you to wear regular eyeliner just for when your pretty mouth was wrapped around him, gagging pornographically until tears stain your heated cheeks. Mascara stained your face as you were attempting to regain your breath from Shunsui’s cock being in your mouth.

Your heart thumped against your chest as you lay on your stomach, and when you felt the weight of Shunsui on you—you could feel your breath hitch. His lips linger, kissing behind your ear. You can feel the wetness of his tongue trace alongside the line of your ear before whispering, “If I’m being too rough, let me know.”

His voice was so smooth that simply by saying that, you grew ever wetter from the time of his cock being in your mouth. You felt his lips drag a line of kisses down the spine of your back, and you could feel your skin littered with goosebumps in anticipation. Your mouth gasps apart to let out a whimper of desperation. Your pussy twitched in anticipation, feeling Shunsui’s cock resting upon your ass. The sigh of comfort you let out when you could feel him slide into you. His hand was placed on your waist as he was waiting for you to get used to the feeling of his cock stretching you out. The broken cries of pleasure you let out as soon as his hips begin to rock cause you to feel lightheaded. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but this felt different.

You and Grimmjow scenes worked as partners. You tolerate each other because you would have filmed with each other rather than anyone else. Oddly, the two of you just became close friends within those years. The thought of filming with another guy never settled in your mind until you felt the satisfying feeling of Shunsui fucking you like a madman. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other was sure to be picked up on the shotgun microphone that was above Shunsui and yourself.

When Shunsui pulled himself entirely out of you—you felt so bare with his cock tapping at that spot that caused your dreamy eyes to lolly in the back of your head. Even barer than being naked in front of a whole production. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your drooling entrance before the wet feeling of Shunsui using his spit as lube. Once again, he’s bottom down inside you, but time slowly—teasingly. It left you whining out for more, and with each whine, he rewarded you with what you wanted. The sound of the bed tapping at the wall was attempting to overpower your moans. The wet squelching noises of Shunsui’s spit plus your wetness that coated his cock with each push forward into the cushion of your ass.

“Harder.” You gasped through your moans.

He pushed your coils from the side, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Harder, what?” His questions through a dragged-out pant.

“Harder, please.” You whimpered out.

He grants your wishes without a complaint. His large hands spread your cheeks apart just so his girthy cock could kiss that one spot that had you seeing stars and slurring out moans of his name. The fiery pit that was bubbling in your stomach pushed you closer to the edge. The hairs on your body rise in anticipation as your orgasm finally come upon you. Your pussy pulses around him as you hear Shunsui utter something before he cums. That didn’t stop the notorious director from stopping. It seemed like that motivated him to fuck you through your mind-blowing orgasm.

Your skin was stained with his scent as the two of your bodies went limp at the feeling of playing tug-a-war with the intense orgasm. Your head plopped down on the pillow, and you could feel Shunsui slowly pull out. You couldn’t even imagine the mess that was in between your thighs just because of the mere moment of you urging him to cum in you. As soon as you heard the director yell that you guys were done, you finally were able to rest your mind that only could process Shunsui Kyoraku and only him.

While tugging on the robe someone gave you, you let your fingers brush against your coils, trying to compose yourself from the events that transpired. Your stomach felt like it filled with butterflies, and you felt fuckin’ lovesick. Your feet hit the softness of the rug that was near the bed you just received one of the best fuckings of your life on. Your body plopped backward as you could hear many filming crew members completing their duties. You felt the space next to your sink downward, and Shunsui took the spot next to you, wearing a similar silk robe that you were wearing. On the back of it was an embroidery of the company’s name on the back.

“We should do this again?” Shunsui eyes glance down at you.

“Again?” Your eyebrows raised at him, and you could only hear him hum in agreement at his words.

“Contact my assistant when you make a decision.”

And with that, you watched him walk away from your view as his assistant approached him with a water bottle and his cell phone. You were left with the taste of Shunsui on your lips and your mind filled with just him. To think you were about to call out to take care of your roommate today.

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