#this look of his has completely invaded my mind I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

[loguetowns]

the one that (almost) got away

roronoa zoro x fem!reader

it takes him 12 hours to realize

3.6k words

a/n: ok listen, i think i started writing this like 6+ months ago and it’s just been sitting in my drafts bc idk how to commit to endings so y’all are gonna have to take this as it is. also i have no concept of how sailing works or how long it takes oops

9:00 pm

“y'know, there's really no point to a farewell party if the one leaving isn't there.”

you look up from your spot on the library floor. your eyes land on the green-haired swordsman leaning against the doorframe and you smile.

“i’ll be there in a second. i just have some more stuff to go through.”

zoro eyes the mess of books surrounding you, recognizing a few of nami’s atlases and robin’s textbooks. “you haven’t finished packing yet?”

“i’m mostly done. i’m just trying to decide which books i want to keep.” catching his eye, you joke, “why? you want me gone that bad?”

crossing the room, a scoff leaves his lips. nothing could be further from the truth.

“you got me. i am so sick of you,” he says with a grin. “can’t wait to get rid of the annoying librarian invading my napping spot.”

zoro plops down on the bench behind you, catching a whiff of your shampoo as he lies down. you sit with your back to him, sorting through your piles, but zoro can hear the smile in your voice when you speak.

“you’re such a pretender, eh?”

zoro puts on a look of overdramatic offense, a hand on his chest. “me? you’re talking about me?”

at his poor acting, you turn around. you rest your chin on the bench, your face so close to zoro’s that one could only describe it as a kissable distance.

“you act like i'm all in your space, but nami told me that you never used to spend any time in here at all!”

“pfft, why would you ever trust what that con artist has to say?” zoro pokes your forehead. “you see it with your own eyes. am i or am i not here every day?”

you purse your lips as you think back to the last few months; he’s right.

you’ve spent most of your days in the ship’s library, and zoro has almost always stopped by. in the beginning, it would be for a few minutes, but over the last little while, he’d be in here as long as you were.

zoro smiles as he watches you think, eyebrows furrowed as you replay the last few months in your head. little do you know that this is exactly why the library is his new hideout. watching your pretty little mind work — doing what you love, thinking and studying and reading — is a far better use of his spare time than anything else he could be doing.

“anyway,” he says. “i guess your silly star stories have been a good trade-off.”

now it’s your turn to be mock-offended.

“silly star stories? you’re the one who asked about the constellations in the first place!”

“only because you kept talking about these fictional gods like they actually did something important.”

“says the guy who's completely enthralled by hades,” you roll your eyes.

“king of hell, god of the underworld,” he grins. “that’s my kinda guy.”

zoro laughs when you shake your head at him. he’ll never tire of teasing you; you are far too adorable with your little sigh and a ghost of a smile on your lips.

“did you know,” he says with a playful look. “that you still owe me about ten more constellation stories? d’you think you could squeeze in one more before we head up?”

zoro smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back. 

you have so many treasured memories with zoro in this library; ones of just the two of you (him napping while you studied), ones with nami and robin (and sanji until nami kicked the boys out for their incessant bickering), and ones where the night listens in as you recite the history of the stars.

whether you were telling the story of another righteous deity enacting justice, or the tale of mere mortals who insulted the gods, zoro would listen with his eyes closed, lying across the bench as he is now, and you’d sit in front of him as you are now.

everyone’s waiting for you upstairs and you hate to disappoint, but some things are more important — like telling a silly star story to a silly swordsman.

“of course i can.”

12:00 am

raucous laughter and cheering that’s loud enough to deafen anybody; empty plates, once piled high with food, now scattered around the room; bottles on bottles of sake and rum and whiskey and every liqueur that one would hope to find on a pirate ship.

these are zoro’s requirements for a good time, and suffice to say that your farewell party has them all in spades.

zoro watches his friends’ tomfoolery from his spot at the table (currently, luffy’s trying to get franky to see how far he can slingshot him) when you plop yourself into the seat beside him.

“this,” you say as your arm knocks against his, “is the best party i’ve ever been to.”

zoro takes a swig from his glass, “you haven’t partied until you’ve partied with pirates.”

“seriously! you guys are insane!”

as if to prove your point, franky chooses that exact moment to show off a juggling sequence involving a barrel of whiskey, a giant potted plant, and a squealing chopper.

you gasp at the spectacle but quickly dissolve into laughter when nami saves chopper, and it’s with both awe and pure excitement that you turn to zoro. laughter is etched into your lips, your cheeks are flushed, and zoro can’t help but marvel at how you’re even cuter when you’re having fun.

“what, you’ve never seen a cyborg man toss a speaking reindeer in the air before?”

you nudge him with your elbow, “well, excuse me for leading such a mundane life where animals don’t speak and men don’t tinker with their bodies.”

“ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”

you look at zoro quizically.

he takes a sip of his beer, “most men do tinker with their bodies.”

it takes you a moment to catch his innuendo and zoro roars with laughter when the realization hits you. embarrassment tinges your pretty face and you shove him with a loud “ew, zoro!” but he can’t stop cackling.

“you’re disgusting!”

you make to swat zoro across the chest but he quickly catches your hand. he leans in to waggle his eyebrows at you, “but i’m not wrong, am i?”

you groan loudly, which only makes him laugh again.

perhaps it’s the alcohol that let his inhibitions go, or maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t have much longer with you, but when you hastily change the subject and there’s no longer a reason for him to still be holding your hand, he doesn’t let go.

when nami joins you two, his fingers slips between yours and to his surprise, yours do the same. sanji joins your threesome, then franky and robin, and in no time at all, it’s no longer just the two of you at the table.

but zoro doesn’t care.

drunk, carefree, and more content than he’s ever been, zoro closes his eyes and smiles. he lives in the moment, and in this moment, he’s happy — happy with a full stomach and a full glass, happy to be surrounded by his favourite people, and happy that, under the table, you’re still holding his hand.

3:00 am

“and what’s that one?”

hands swinging between you, you and zoro dodge the tide as you roam further and further from the thousand sunny. the sand is cool under your feet and the tide kisses your toes with each step. your other arm is stretched above you, pointing at a constellation in the distance.

“what is this - a pop quiz?”

you smile, “i want to make sure you don’t forget about my ‘silly star stories.’”

zoro groans, “has anyone told you that holding grudges isn’t healthy? keeping going and you’ll turn into a bitter old thing some day.”

you stick out your tongue, “you’re just afraid you’ll get it wrong.”

“wrong?” zoro scoffs. “i’ve gotten the past six right.”

walking along the beach, you and zoro fall in step with each other and your footsteps match the ebbing waves in perfect rhythm. you smile in his direction and his chest is flooded with a warmth that has nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed.

“alright, let’s see what we got here.”

zoro follows your gaze at the cluster of stars you’ve chosen, and he grins when he sees the constellation. “really? at least try to make this hard for me, please.”

his cocky attitude leaves you speechless, making zoro laugh. 

“you’re so annoying!” you shove him with your free hand and the force of his stumble pulls you along, and you shriek as he drags you into the ocean with him. he doesn’t let go of you, not even for a second — not when water splashes your legs, not when zoro’s pants get soaked as he spins you around. 

your laughter is warmth in its purest form, the kind that you can feel all the way down to your cold toes. when he sets you back down, you give his hand a little squeeze, to which zoro answers back with a tender smile.

now with wet feet and a distance between you that’s even smaller than it already was, zoro continues to walk alongside you.

“moving on from your pathetic distraction attempt,” — you let out a dramatic gasp — “i’ll tell you exactly who we were looking at.”

pointing at the starry zodiac sign, zoro speaks with complete confidence.

“virgo the maiden, otherwise known as persephone, wife and muse of the best god of them all, hades—”

“fanboy much?” you tease but zoro pretends not to hear you (the little tug of his lips tells you that he does).

“—who snuck her a pomegranate seed because he couldn’t bear for her to leave him.”

zoro puffs his chest with pride, relishing in this one niche study of which he is now an expert. it’s incredibly endearing how pleased he is with his answer and you almost feel bad for correcting him.

almost.

“good answer,” you grin. “but you left out the little detail about how she was kept in hell against her will.”

zoro gasps, “are you accusing my idol of being a kidnapper?”

“your idol!” your cheeks already hurt so much from smiling but another giggle slips out. “first of all, these aren’t my accusations. historians have told their love story this way for years—”

“slander is what this is.”

“—and secondly, why would you want to look up to hades? he’s literally the antagonist in every story.”

“he’s the king of hell! that’s so bad ass.” zoro winks at you, “don’t be surprised if you hear them calling me ‘zoro, king of hell’ some day.”

“what’s wrong, demon of east blue doesn’t go hard enough for you?”

embarrassment rushes to zoro’s face and he’s never been more grateful for the night. “who told you that? was it usopp or nami? i bet it was nami.”

“i might hold a grudge but i don’t snitch,” you flash a mischievous smile. “anyway, let’s get back to how you want to be just like devil who tricked a poor girl in returning to the underworld.”

“come on, can you blame a man for doing whatever it takes to stop his beloved from leaving him?”

it sounds like an innocent question — harmless banter, really — but something in the way he says it makes you stop dead in your tracks. a silence falls and in its wake, all you can do is stare at the man you’ve spent the last several months with, the same man that you have to say goodbye to tomorrow.

moonlight falls unto the both of you and bathes zoro in soft light. it illuminates his eyes and when you meet his gaze, you see a sense of longing there that you feel in your chest. a longing for what, you don’t know — or rather, you don’t want to know.

at least, not yet.

so you hold his hand a little tighter, and underneath the watchful eye of the gods and constellations, muster a smile,

“i guess not.”

6:00 am

if this was any other morning, zoro would be awake and working out already. he'd be done his fourth set of bicep curls or, at the very least, working on his form. he could even be in the middle of deadlifts (because he knows not to skip leg day), but he definitely wouldn't still be in bed the way that he is right now.

the thing is though, if this was any other morning, he wouldn't have you sleeping next to him, curled into him like you were made to be a perfect fit.

he's never been more glad to still be in bed.

your breath matches the rise and fall of zoro's chest, perfectly in rhythm with the waves outside his window and the beat of his heart, like the universe meant for all these things to be in harmony at this one singular moment in time.

your lashes flutter in response when he shifts his weight.

he takes a peek at you, “psst, are you awake?”

eyes still closed, you manage a noncommittal grunt but your body says otherwise.

zoro can’t help but smile as he watches you start to wake up. your toes wiggle beneath the covers and you rub your eyes before looking up at him with an adorably sleepy look that he would love to wake up to every day. 

if only he could.

you focus your gaze on zoro like he’s an anchor in a sea of slumber. the way that you look at him, as if he’s the only thing that you see, fills his chest with a golden warmth akin to the breaking dawn.

you offer him a soft smile, and zoro wonders if the sun knows that you glow brighter than it ever could.

“why are you up at this ungodly hour?”

he chuckles, low and tender, “’m used to it. i’m usually up by now.”

“freak,” you mutter. zoro laughs, and you can’t think of anything else that sounds more beautiful at six in the morning.

you’re not usually up this early but what you notice is that, at dawn, time has a habit of moving slowly. it’s as if the morning casts magic upon those who rise with the daylight — and you’re so thankful for that.

because if time moved any faster than this, you’d have to say goodbye that much sooner.

“are you going to miss us?” zoro puts his arms around you.

you murmur into his chest, “of course, i will.”

“who do you think you’ll miss the most?” 

you give pause and zoro’s almost certain you can hear his heart beating a little louder — he can definitely hear it. he doesn’t typically get nervous like this but, then again, nothing about the way you make him feel is typical.

you seem to have come to a conclusion because you look up at zoro and he holds his breath. 

“sanji.”

he blinks.

“wait, are you serious?”

you’ve never seen zoro looks so wonderfully scandalized before, and you burst into a fit of giggles. as soon as you start, he knows he’s been had. he scowls but only for a moment; for who could be upset in the presence of such twinkling laughter?

 “silly man,” you snuggle closer, "of course i’m not serious.”

“okay, good.” you can hear the smile in his voice. “i don’t know if my ego could handle losing to him.”

zoro holds you close, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. his movements are slow, steady, comforting — ‘round and ‘round, in the same spot, like he’s drawing an invisible mark that is only known to the two of you.

"but, you know,” you hum, careful not to disrupt the peace. “you wouldn’t.”

“wouldn’t what?”

“lose.” and after a beat, you quietly add, “you wouldn’t lose to anyone.”

and just like that, zoro’s on cloud nine, airborne and weightless. he’s always known that he has a place in your heart, but this is the first time that you’ve ever hinted about where that place may be. if he allowed himself to be hopeful, it almost sounds like a confession. 

but almost isn’t good enough for him. zoro wants more — wants to find out exactly where he belongs in your life, wants to know if he can make himself at home there. 

it’s a shame that he’s out of time.

you interrupt his thoughts with a whisper, barely audible above the sound of the ocean and his aching heart,

“will you miss me?” 

more than anything.

9:00 am

surely, zoro’s dream to be hades has been granted. otherwise, why would it feel like he’s in hell, standing on the deck, all alone and watching your dinghy sail away from the thousand sunny?

zoro’s had his fair shares of farewells while aboard the ship, and to be honest, yours wasn’t any more emotional than anyone else’s. you left with a smile as beautiful as the morning sun and with far less tears than he expected (which he’s thankful for because he would hate to see you cry). as far as bittersweet goodbyes go, yours was definitely more sweet than bitter.

and yet, here zoro stands, with a bad taste in his mouth that he can’t explain. he can still see you from where he stands, and watching your little boat in the distance is the only thing that seems to settle his uneasy heart. 

should he have bid adieu privately? maybe he should’ve left you with a memento of some kind? should he have done more than offer you a quick hug? was it his imagination, or did you hold onto him just a beat longer than you needed to?

zoro’s so occupied by these messy thoughts that he doesn’t even hear sanji approach him.

“well?”

startled, zoro can only stare at the blond cook. ignoring the dumb look on his face, sanji continues.

“what’d she say when you told her?” sanji nods in the direction of your boat.

“told her what?”

“that you love her,” sanji takes a drag of his cigarette, looking at zoro directly now.

he speaks so frankly, so matter-of-fact and candidly, that it takes zoro a second to really register what it is that he’s saying. 

he loves you.

and as soon as he thinks it, the truth comes barreling through all the doubts clouding his head. clarity floods his chest as he comes face-to-face with what his yearning, pining heart has been trying to tell him this whole time.

he loves you. he loves you. he loves you. he loves you. he loves you-

fuck.

he loves you.

and he never told you.

epilogue — 9:30 am

sails closed, your boat floats with the current and the salty breeze reminds you that your adventure with the strawhats has come to a close. compared to the never-ending bustle of the crew, it’s almost too quiet being at sea alone. the silence lends itself to your overactive mind, working full time to unravel the tightness you feel in your chest.

you’re lost in thoughts of what could’ve, should’ve, and would’ve been — so much so that you don’t even hear the commotion behind you. it’s not until you hear zoro call your name that you hear the frantic swimming and you whirl around.

“zoro! what-”

“can you help me first?” he splutters.

you pull yourself together long enough to run to the side of your dinghy, pulling a sopping wet pirate on board. zoro leans back, trying to catch his breath as you rummage through your things.

“are you crazy? do you know how far we are from the sunny?” you throw a towel over him before reaching for another. you start drying off his hair, frantically fussing over him.

“you think that just because chopper gives you the clearance that you can push yourself over the limit-”

“y/n.”

“this is why you’re always on house arrest! you’re actually insane, you know that?”

“y/n.”

“i know you work out, but for goodness’ sake, zoro, you’re only human-”

“y/n.” zoro holds your wrists, forcing you to stop with a start.

in all your worrying, you didn’t realize that you’d been gravitating closer to zoro until you’re staring into his dark, obsidian eyes. there’s clarity in the way that he looks at you. his eyes are shining with a fierceness that you’ve only seen in his worst fights, and you brace yourself for whatever comes next.

because you know that this will change everything.

“hades and persephone.”

“huh?“ you blink at him. “did you hit your head-”

“ask me if i think hades loved persephone.”

you stare into zoro’s eyes, desperation reflecting back at you. there’s a hidden question there and you understand immediately.

quietly, you ask, "do you think hades loved persephone?”

“i do,” he whispers. “i think he loved her and he would've been stupid to let her go.”

your breath catches. zoro places a hand over yours, surprisingly warm as his fingers find their home between your own.

the heavens watch on as the two of you finally open your hearts and give way to the stuff that myths and legends yearn for — a connection that can only be described as fated, destined, purely and resplendently magical.

the gods smile at the two lovers who find themselves falling into each other, laughing as you confess, over and over again,

i love you.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #¡! ❞ [ fics ] #i know i just wrote a zoro fic BUT #this fic has been stuck in my drafts for too mf long #i didn't even proofread the epilogue bc fuck it #i just need her to go out into the world ok #i promise i will write non-zoro stuff soon #(maybe) #(jk i will)

[tvgirllvr]

remus lupin x reader (smut)

summary: remus finds your diary in the gryffindor common room and takes matters into his own hands to make sure your desires come true.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wear a condom), nicknames, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), praise, dom remus, probably more I forgot

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It’s almost midnight, and since you seem to always be making dumb decisions, you’re up in the Gryffindor common room studying for a Herbology exam the next day. Bored out of your mind you decide to call it a night from studying. However, that didn’t mean you were done cracking some books open that night. You reached into your bag and pulled out your most prized (and private) possession. Your diary.

If anyone found your diary it would be the end of you. The embarrassment it would cause you, the journal containing some of your most secretive thoughts and stories. There was one specific individual you don’t want finding it, the one and only, Remus Lupin.

You had been crushing on Remus since the first time you saw him on the Hogwarts Express. Within then and now you had tried everything to get him out of your head. Fucking other guys, refusing to look at him in class, distancing yourself from Potter and Black. No matter what you tried, he was still painted in your dumb brain. That was until you found the true glory of journaling.

You learned that if you wrote down what exactly you wanted to happen between you and Lupin your desires minimized. Your diary was your outlet for the sexual desires caused by the tall, reserved, brunette boy.

You pick up your quill and began writing tonight’s excerpt of what you’ll be dreaming about later…

February 6th, 1978

I can’t stand it. All I want is for him to want me, to need me, the same way I need him. He has no clue what I do at night. Quietly in my bed touching myself to the thought of him doing it instead. I only think about what his cock looks like all the time. Sometimes I can’t stop myself from staring, I know it’s wrong. The second I realize what I’m doing I turn away. After, however, I vision him slowly fucking me from behind. I wonder what he’s like. Is he soft? Hard? Demanding? It doesn’t matter, I want it all. I want all of him. Universe if you're reading this, please, for the love of god, gift me with that boy.

Closing your diary, you gather what you think is all of your belongings and head up to your dorm. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and slip into bed. You thought it would be easy falling asleep considering how tired you were, however, it didn’t take long to realize that you were experiencing horrible insomnia. Tossing and turning, there was nothing you could do to turn your brain off. You decided to make the grand decision of going back down to the common room and writing some more, hoping that it will be the fix you need. You get out of bed, slip your slippers on, and dig through your bag to find your diary.

Shit. Where was it?

At this point, all of your things inside the bag had been dumped on your bed. Throwing books, hair ties, lip gloss, and deodorant to the side, you realize you must have left it downstairs. Luckily, since it was very late at night, the chances of someone finding it were small. Still, you were eager to get your hands on it before someone else did. You rushed out of your dorm and down the stairs, only to find the worst case scenario happening before your eyes.

Remus was standing by the seating area with your diary wide open. His hands were large enough to fall off the cover of the journal. He was moving his pointer finger under every line as he examined word for word what you had written down. His eyebrows were scrunched. What was he thinking? God, he would never talk to you after this. After standing there for about ten seconds as you watched the boy completely invade your privacy, you realized you had to come up with some plan. Thinking, thinking, thinking, and nothing was coming to your head. Come on, think more. Thinking…thinking…thinking…

“This is yours?”

After looking up from your feet, Remus was staring directly at you. Not only that, he was talking to you. The journal was now closed as he was holding it up with his right hand. Fuck. Quick, you need to say something.

“Huh?” God. You sounded stupid.

“Is this your journal?” he asked again. His eyes were smaller, like he was examining you. His body language was very hard to read. He stood tall but still managed to keep his feelings reserved.

“Nope.” Nice save.

“It isn’t?” he asked shockingly.

“Nope.”

“Then why is your name in it?” Fuck. He got you there. Are you that crazy for lying though? I mean, the guy who you’ve been wanting to screw for years on end just read about the dreams you have where he fucks you right, left, and upside down.

“Ok. It’s mine,” you replied. Every little bit of dignity you had left was washed away with the words you spoke. You noticed as Remus placed the journal down on the closest table and walked in your direction. He now was only a few inches away from you.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what part was my favorite?” He asked you. He seriously did not just say that.

“...What?”

“I guess I’ll just tell you anyway. I very much enjoyed the passage dated a few weeks back where you wrote about how badly you wanted to... hmmm… let me find the page... “ride me until your legs are jelly and you had cum several times.” That part was my favorite,” he said, very confidently. You were stunned.

“What are you getting at?” you questioned. It seemed like he was just trying to humiliate you.

He put the journal back down on the closest table and took a step towards you.

“Do you want it or not, princess?” he whispered in your ear. Gosh, did you want it.

“Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Please,” you begged, “I want it.”

Within moments he had pushed his lips against yours and placed his hands on your waist. He was so much taller than you, so in order to kiss you more efficiently, he grabbed your ass and picked you up so you were then straddling him. This made you let out a small moan into his mouth, making his very hard dick twitch in his pants.

“I wish I would have known,” he said within kisses on your neck, “I would have let you do whatever you want to me years ago. Give my doll whatever she wants.”

You decided to reference back to the part which he said was his favorite and direct him to the closest sofa. As you started to fiddle with the elastic of his sweatpants, he groaned under his breath.

“Slow down, slow down. Plenty of time love.”

He slowly laid you down so now he was on top of you. He grabbed the waistband of your pajamas and pulled them down, his head going down with them, stopping at your core. He stared directly at the wet spot created between the tension of you two.

“So fucking horny. I’ll make you feel good, you just gotta wait. Work for it a little bit,” Remus told you as he became eye level with you again and circled your clit through your underwear. He slowly removed them and pulled them off your ankles. He kneeled on the floor and pulled your legs so now his face was met right at your cunt.

“Remus,” you moaned loudly. It was hard to believe that this wasn’t one of those wet dreams you had on the regular.

“Shhhhh. Have to be quiet baby,” he reassured you, “I’m gonna make you feel good. So good, so….” He cut himself off as he attached his mouth to your clit and began abusing it with his tongue. Inserting one finger inside you, he let out a low groan, sending vibrations all throughout your body.

“How am I going to fit in there?” he questioned. With the way he said it, it didn’t even seem like he was trying to tease you. It sounded like he was genuinely concerned about the size of his cock compared to your cunt.

“So fucking good,” was all you said in return.

He continued to eat you out quickly but also managed to keep a nice pace, a pace that was only adding to the build-up of your orgasm. As he placed a second finger inside of you, you managed to only produce a small gasp for the time being. That didn’t last long as he added a third, and began thrusting in and out of you faster.

“Holy shit I’m gonna cum… fuck!” you whispered harshly. Your orgasm lingered through your body for a while, even after you finished. Remus’ tongue didn’t leave you until you had to physically grab his face and pull him into a kiss.

You two made out for a minute, him still on the ground. You grabbed his buff shoulders and motioned them so he was now laying on his back. The outline of his cock was now visible through his pants and to provide some comfort you began teasing him.

“Take them off,” he demanded. You now realized that he was fully clothed and you still had your shirt on. You used this time to get completely naked and remove Remus’ pants. However, as you went to remove his sweatshirt off, he stopped you.

“Just leave it on, doll,” he whispered. You obliged, not knowing why someone as beautiful as him wouldn’t want to show that part of himself to you. You continued to make out with him for some time while also jerking him off. God, was he huge. You had never been with something that big before, his worries about you not fitting him were now shared. The faces he made while you pleasured him were so pretty. The way his eyebrows scrunched when you slowly touched his tip made you wetter than before, not knowing if that was even possible.

“Baby, you gotta do something or this is going to be over before it starts,” he said with his head thrown back. As much as you wanted to see him cum, you also wanted to have him inside you.

He opened his mouth to ask you a question, but he was struggling a bit, “Mmph - do we need a - “

“No,” you said, “not unless you want to use one.”

“Okay, okay, oka-.”

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, only being able to take an inch or two at a time. You let out small gasps and you began bouncing up and down on him, taking a little more each time. Remus was biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet but eventually gave up and let out a low groan.

“Dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear, “this is all you think about.” He placed both of his hands on your hips to guide you. It was obvious that you were struggling to hold yourself up and he was kind enough to help you.

“I can’t,” you whined out to him. By that, you meant you couldn’t move that fast with the size of him.

“Need me to stop? I’ll stop baby,” he said while slowing down.

“No! No, no, no, no,” you yelled at him, “just need help.”

He let out a low laugh and gripped your hips tighter. It took him no time to begin thrusting into you at a brutal pace, looking in your eyes for confirmation that it was okay. Even though you were on top of him, his natural dominance filled the empty room signaling that no matter what you did, he was still in charge. Tears of pleasure began streaming down your face as he brought his right thumb to your clit, fiddling with it like a button.

“Poor baby, thought you could take it. You’re so cute, using your tight cunt to make me feel good,” he rambled on. Based on his rambling you could tell he was getting close, but so were you too. “You gonna cum?”

You let out a high whimper in response but he didn’t consider that enough.

“Answer me. You gonna cum on my cock?” he asked demandingly.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” God, he really did get off on making you look so fucking stupid.

“I’m going to cum on yo-your cock!”

That seemed satisfactory to him as he picked up the pace on your clit, pursuing your release. You felt him slow down the pace as you came, not wanting to hurt you since you had to be sensitive. He grabbed your head and brought your ear to his mouth.

“Where do you want it?” he whispered.

“What?”

“Bunny don’t play dumb, where do you want it?”

Oh.

“Inside me,” you replied.

“You sure?” he moaned out, trying to cover it. The thought of you letting him fill you up was the end of it all, it would only be seconds before he came.

“Yes! Inside me, please.”

He began slowly going faster again, however, you both knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sloppy kisses were now being applied to your neck, hickies that wouldn't be easy to cover up appeared. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he let out a low, quiet moan in your ear. You decided to take all the energy you had left and ride him until his orgasm came.

“That's my girl, fuck -,” he quietly said as you felt his cum spill inside of you. You two sat there for a few seconds until he pulled you into a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Gosh, thank you.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut #smut

[itsohh]

Always Room For One More

A/N: Female reader, this fic is dedicated to @xintothewoodswegox​  who I can’t thank enough for you constant support. ✌ Still a huge thank you to everyone else! I do see you and appreciate you. (If your thinking, is that me? Yes is it)

Summary: Ghost returns to his room after a mission to find it already occupied by his lovers who encourage him to join them.

Word count: 3658

Warnings: Smut

AO3 Masterlist

Sometimes, missions went to plan. Sometimes they went better than the plan. Job done, good job and back to base. Ghost was used to it. When he arrived back at his room, however, he knew something was a little off. He always knew when someone had invaded his privacy and gone into his room. Of course, he wasn’t dumb enough to leave anything out for someone to waltz in and find. As his hand held on to the door knob he quietly listened- then heard it. Small muffled sounds through the doors. The walls and doors of the base were rather thick. Sound didn’t travel very well through them by design. Like the ghost he was, he silently opened the door to the dark room.

A hiss came from your lips as you groaned out. “Stop fucking moving prick, or are you going to give in so easily?” Ignorant of Ghost's arrival, you seemed completely absorbed in your little world with Soap.

“As if, besides I’m not the one that's bloody fucking cheating.”

“Oh and how am I cheating right now?” Adjusted to the dark, Ghost could make out the pair of you in his bed. Both in each other's arms he could make out the bare shoulders while your chests pressed together.

“Oh ho ho, don’t act like you're not purposely clenching down around me.”

“Says the one whos literally throbbing right now.”

“I can’t control that!” Ghost removed his jacket and sat down at his deck chair to remove his boots. Not that either of you noticed.

“And I can control my cunt?”

“You can, you told me one time.”

“Well yeah but sometimes it has a mind of its own-”

“-What are you two bickering about.” Ghost finally interrupted, both shoes on the ground and a fresh shirt on. You practically jumped at Ghost's voice.

“Jesus Christ- ngh.”

“Ugh.” Both you and Soap groaned a little at the movement before the pair of you gave each other accusatory looks.

“You said Simon wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.” You whispered to Soap and stuck your finger against his chest.

“That was the expected time, don’t look at me I don’t suddenly know why he's back early.”

“Job was done faster than expected. Why are you cock warming Johnny in my bed?” Ghost started to remove his pants and you kept eye contact with John.

“Well you see-”

“He-” The pair of you started to both speak at the same time and paused.

“Let me correct myself, why my bed?”

“Oh!” The pair of you nodded in unison and looked at each other before you turned back to face Ghost.

“We always sleep in your bed when you're away.” You spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I mean we always sleep in your bed when your here eh.” Soap shrugged.

“Don’t you have your own beds?” Ghost sighed.

“Yours is bigger.” You gave Ghost a matter-of-fact look. Soap snickered next to you and you made sure to lightly slap his chest in response.

“Aw come on don’t be like that you set yourself up.” Soap protested and you turned to face him with a roll of your eyes. Ghost finally climbed onto the bed next to Soap. The bed dipped under the added weight and forced Soap to move slightly backwards towards Ghost. A movement that also happened to you, sliding further onto his dick.

“Oh fuck-”

“-John-ny” You punctured out his name as Soap groaned, pleasure stimulating the pair of you.

“Are the two of you going to do this all night?” Ghost asked while Soap lifted up the duvet slightly so Ghost could slide into the bed with ease.

“Dunno, Soap what's the schedule?” You managed to joke out, still trying to slightly recover from that small bit of pleasure in your wound-up state.

“Oh let me just get out the fucken diary then. Ah, bugga,r looks like we have booked this all the way to one then we have a shower booked in at one thirty.”

“We could totally change up the schedule though if you want to join. Saves me having to go get my stash.” You propped yourself up with one arm to look Simon in the eye.

“Yeah, you should join LT- wait stash? This is the first I’ve heard anything about a stash.” Soap turned to face you, his brows furrowed. Your head tilted in confusion back at the man.

“You… know about my stash right? I’m not crazy, am I? Ghost you know about my stash right.”

“Hard to forget.”

“Hard to forget? What the hell aren’t you two telling me about?” Trapped between the pair of you, Soap’s eyes darted back and forward between the two of you.

“You were out. She was rather lucky it was me who came to get her for a briefing and not Price.”

“Price would have knocked.”

“I did knock.” He growled and pressed his chest into Soap's back. “And you responded.”

“I didn’t say come in.”  You whined and he gave you a look, his eyes said it all.

“What did she say?” Soap asked.

“She moaned out my name like a bitch in heat.”

“Nhhh.” It was John who moaned out, his hand tightening around your waist.

“Yes, like that. Thank you for the example, Johnny.” Ghost huffed.

“Hey don’t blame me. She's the one that's milking the life out of me. Damn. Forgot how dirty talk gets her going.” John's voice was still rather strained while your cunt clenched around him. With a deep breath, he continued. “Still don’t know what this stache is.”

“It’s toys, she was making a joke about pegging you, Johnny.”

“Promise?”

“Joke?”

Soap and then you spoke at the same time. Soap turned to face you again. “I’m going to bring this up next time Ghosts out of town.” He gave you a serious look.

“Why when Ghosts on a mission?” You asked.

“‘Cause nothing can live up to him.” Soap leaned back and gave Ghost a grin. “Speaking of, you joining us?” Ghost didn’t reply, instead, he leaned away from Johnny for a moment and fished a bottle of lube out of the side table.

“You lost by the way.” You leaned in with a smug look on your face.

“Did not. This is- no- this is a draw." Before Soap could really get into the conversation, he paused, his breathed hitched and the hand on your thigh that was draped over him tightened. Ghost had lubricated two fingers and slowly started to circle Johnny's entrance.

"Wound up, aren't you? How long have the two of you been at this?"

"Um." You looked over to the clock on the bedside table. "About an hour, maybe two max?" You shrugged, unsure of when you really started.

"Two hours?" Soap choked out, his nails digging into you slightly. "Oh fuck." His eyes squeezed shut and his leg moved up ever so slightly to make it easier for Ghost to continue. Two fingers entered him and he buried his face into your shoulder.

"How are you doing there?" You whispered.

"Good, good." He choked as Ghost started to scissor him open.

"Think you can handle Simon's cock in you already?" You hummed out.

"I can handle anything."

"No, he needs more prep." Ghost overruled Soaps decision

"Mmm, if Simon says you need more prep then you need more prep. Try and relax more honey. Can you do that for us?" You cooed out and cupped his face with your hands.

"It's kind of hard to when you're warming my cock for two bloody hours. I'm sensitive."

"Come on McTavish. Where did that handle anything attitude go? If it's too much I can pull you-"

"-No, please. Just, fuck, I can relax. I can relax." True to his word, Soap took a deep breath and relaxed his body. His tense shoulders slacked and you could hear the slight wet sounds as Ghost started to finger fuck him.

"Mmm that's it, Johnny. Much better." Ghost's deep voice smiled in Soap's ear. Johnny's eyes were squeezed shut while his mouth gapped slightly ajar. Completely lost in the feeling of Ghost fingers.

"Ghost." Soap's moan was muffled by your shoulder while his dick twitched inside of you. Small movements that had you clenching down around him. "Fuck this is how I die." His groan had you laugh lightly, a smile beamed at Ghost.

"Too much darling?" Your voice was soft and had a slightly teasing tone to it but serious enough that if it was too much he knew to speak up.

"Don't even think about stopping." Over Johnny's shoulder, Ghost gave you a small nod and locked his eyes on you. Slowly you pulled Johnny's face up to meet your lips. A warm and passionate kiss which he groaned into as Ghost removed his fingers. A second later he ripped his lips away from yours, hands clawing into you as Simon pushed into him.

"That's it Johnny, slow and steady." Simon's voice was steady as his hand held onto Soap's leg, his knuckles occasionally brushing against your thigh which still rest there.

"Fuck, I've missed this." Johnny groaned as Ghost fully slotted himself inside of him. His hips pressed flush against Johnny's ass.

Seconds ticked by before Ghost pulled out almost the entire length only to snap his hips into the pair of you.

"Fuck!"

"Oh my god."

"That's it."

Simon let go of Johnny's thigh and found yours, an anchor point. He adjusted his body slightly and that was it. A kiss on John's shoulder was the only warning the pair of your received before he started to pull out and slam back into him. A steady and hard pace.  Every thrust had Johnny rocking his hips forward into you, fucking you.

"See there are benefits to us stealing your bed while you're gone." You moaned out, voice chopping as Simon continued to thrust forward.

"Yeah- oh fuck yes- like finding your best friend in bed with your girlfriend." Johnny smiled.

"Man that must be rough, in your own bed as well." You laughed.

"Christ." Ghost swore and slammed Johnny and by force, you, partially hard.

"You know-" You choked on your own words for a moment as the rounds of wet sounds mixed with the slapping of skin. "I think Ghost actually likes that idea?"

"Oh? Really? Maybe we should throw him a welcoming home party more often then eh?"

"Would you like that Simon? Whenever you come home to find the pair of us waiting for you?" Your voice managed to purr out as he fuck you hard, a brushing pace that had his fingers certainly leave marks on your thigh in the morning.

"Maybe I'll tie her up for you, edge her so she's all needy and pathetic when you get back."

"What- betrayal." You hissed at Soap whose laugh turned into a moan.

"You think you could handle her on your own Johnny boy?"

"For a while. At least until you get back. Nothing like having your cock against mine as we fuck that needy little cunt of hers."

"Always ready to stretch around us." Simon agreed and you choked out.

"Do I not get a say in this?"

"Come on love, don't act coy. We both know you love it." Soap grinned and you lightly slapped his chest. Your cunt squeezed down around him as you rolled your hips against him. Johnny's eyes closed in response and cut off any teasing.

"Fuck if you keep doing that I don't know how long I can keep going." He hissed.

"Your close?" Your voice had your smirk in it.

"Am now, fuck you have no idea how good the pair of you two feel."

"Yeah? Is Simon fucking you that good?"

"So good. I have no idea how you handle the pair of us 'cause he's got me so goddamn stuffed."

"What can I say? I do have a greedy little cunt don't I?" His eyes spanned open and his mouth gaped.

"Fuck Simon, right there." His head fell back against Ghost's shoulder while he both fucked himself back onto Ghost but forward into you. "Oh shit, oh fuck."

"Cum for us Johnny." Simon's slightly breathless voice whispered into his voice and he made sure to hit that sweet spot.

John pulled you as hard as he could against you. You could feel the way his cock pumped his seed into you. The way it twitched and throbbed.

"Fuck." His curse was long and drawn out as he came. Still, he continued to pump into you, emptying as much cum as he possibly could into you. Simon stopped his movements as John did, his hand losing from you as he melted into the bed.

"Damn." He breathed a slight laugh and pushed his hair back before he pulled himself from you. His seed was warm inside, slow to escape as he panted. Ghost allowed Soap a little more space to move about so that he was no longer on his side but on his back.

"Tapping out McTavish?"

"As much as I would love to continue I think I might die if my dick gets hard again." He laughed, wiping his face with his hand. "Wouldn't oppose to having someone's tits in my face though." He flashed the pair of you a grin which you rolled your eyes to.

"Would you like some of Johnny's famous tit worship?" You leaned over Soap's lap and batted your eyes at Ghost.

"Not tonight, he's all yours." Ghost slipped off the bed and started to move around to the end of the bed. With a shrug, you rolled over and pushed up. You mounted Soap and leaned over him. Quick to move, his hand found the middle of your back and pulled you forward so your chest was perfectly aligned with his face.

"God I love how hard these get." He pinched one causing a small whimper to leave your mouth. "Sorry, couldn't resist." He grinned before he buried his face into your breast. Lips latched onto your nipple, his hand started to grope and massage your free side.

The dip in the mattress was barely noticeable but you soon felt a rather large hand on your ass, giving it a good feel before the head of Ghost's cock poked at your entrance. Still partially filled with Johnny's seed and your own slick, Ghost was able to push in with ease.

A long rumble of his throat vibrated behind you. While Soap's dick was curved, perfect for hitting that sweet spot inside of you, Ghosts was impossibly large and thick. It filled your cunt to the very brim which caused the small amounts of cum to be pushed out.

Ghost's hand snaked around your front and wrapped it around your throat. Not squeezing it, just a grip. He pulled you back until your bare back met his now equal bare chest. He had removed his shirt. A small pop sound came when Soap let go of your breast, content to stare as Ghost started to fuck into you.

"That's fucking hot." Johnny hummed. He could see Ghost rather easily behind him and winked at the man. With his solid grip on you, Simon's pace was punishing. Desperate and unleashed.

"Gotta say the view is first class right here. Fuck look at those tits." Soaps eyes ran up and down your body and stopped at your cunt. He could just see the base of Simon's cock fuck up into you.

Your head rest back against Ghost and his arm wrapped around your midsection while he practically used you like a toy.

An idea popped into Soaps he'd and he placed his hand over your cunt. You managed to choke out his name a second before his thumb started to circle your clit.

"Johnny." Ghost groaned in your ear.

"Yeah, Ghost?"

"You're rubbing her clit aren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Clenching down around Ghost's cock, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed. Two layers of pleasure that had you practically shaking. Overwhelming sensations that had your body tight like a rubber band.

"Fuck I'm getting close." You mewled out, rocking your hips. You could feel Johnny press ever a bit harder, circling your clit so perfectly while Ghost kept up that perfect pace of his.

"Go ahead, let go for us." Simon pressed his lips on the side of your throat. Your moans were choked, whimpers of their names. Eyes shut, your voice broke off. Clenching down impossibly tight around Ghost he continued to fuck you through your high.

The grip on your throat loosened and Ghost gently helped you off Johnny and onto the bed. “Wasn’t too rough was I?” His voice was softer than usual, quiet but still as deep.

“Mmm, you're good. Just took it out of me, I’m good.” You rolled your head around on your neck. Cum and sweat covered not only your body but Simon's and Johnny's. “Feels weird to be empty.” You mumbled which caused John to let out a small chuckle while Simon disappeared.

“Come here, let me clean you up.” Something flashed across Soap's eyes as he spoke and you narrowed your brows at him. “Come sit.” He patted his checks with a grin and your brows raised. “Are you going to make me beg for it?” Soap shuffled a little and you rolled your eyes at him. However, you still obeyed his request. Crawling up over to him, you mounted his face and immediately he got to work.

Your oversensitive cunt had you gasp out and flinch away from his tongue. Not so quick to let you go, his hands immediately snapped to your thighs and found a solid grip. “Fuck you taste so good.” He moaned ad he licked away. Ghost's pre-cum mixed with your arousal danced on Soap's tongue.

“So sensitive.” You whimpered as you squirmed around.

“It's okay, I got you.” He paused only for a second and went back to town slurping at your juices.

“Shit, Soap, ahhh.” Your legs practically quivered.

“Oh fuck you're going to cum again aren’t you?” He smiled mischievously. “Do it for me.” You fell forward against the wall, one hand tangled in Soap's hair as you cried out. Johnny continued to lick at your clit as you sobbed, shaking and gasping out.

“Too. Much.” You managed to get out and he finally stopped, only doing small licks at the sides of your entrance.

“Couldn’t help myself.” A throat cleared behind you but you were too tired to acknowledge Ghost who had returned from his bathroom. You had no idea how long he had been behind you and frankly, you were too overstimulated and tired to care. Simon placed the glasses of water on the table with a couple of towels. A gasp left your lips in surprise when he leaned over and picked you up by the waist. John let go of your thighs and Simon put you down on the bed next to him.

You practically melted into Ghost’s touch. “Drink up.” He passed you a glass before he gave another to Johnny.

“What is this?” You blinked a few times at the liquid.

“Water.” The towel was warm when it touched your legs. Wet. Ghost kneeled next to the bed and slowly started to run it over you. Quiet settled over the three of you as Ghost cleaned you up and then did the same with Johnny. A yawn left your lips when Ghost finished, he put the towel over one arm and soon picked you up off the bed. A whine of displeasure left your now tired lips but you still latched onto the bathroom.

He carried you over to the bathroom and slowly put you onto your feet. “Do you want to wear something of mine or something of your own?” He asked and you let a small grunt as you steady yourself on the doorframe.

“Or nothing?”

“Nothing sounds good, go to bed. I can walk back.” You waved him off and grabbed the towel from his arm to toss in his hamper. Ghost gave you a nod and left you to your privacy.

When you finished up you slowly pushed open the bathroom door to see Ghost waiting there. His shirt was still missing but now had a pair of pyjama pants on. “Legs hurt.” You groaned and he was quick to pick you up and take you back to bed. He originally went to put you in the middle but you let out a small protest. “You go in the middle. We missed you.” Simeon didn’t reply but listened. He settles in between you and Soap. He pulled the covers up and the pair of you snuggled into the man.

“Hey Johnny?” You quietly spoke up.

“Yeah?” He looked at you over Ghost.

“Why the fuck does Ghost have such a better bed than us? Like, this thing is massive.” Ghost's chest deflated as he let out a big sigh.

“Probably cause of rank? Imagine how massive Price’s bed is.”

“Well, there's only one way to find out.” You paused at the end of your sentence. “Fuck Price.”

“Sneak into his room.” The pair of you spoke at the same time.

“It's because I was too tall to fit the default bed.” Ghost sighed but pulled the pair of you closer. “You're not going into Price’s room.” He looked over at Soap. “And your not fucking Price. Christ.”

“Aww, come on Ghost it was a joke. I don’t sleep with my COs.” You could practically feel Ghosts gaze on you. “I get fucked by them.”

“If you really want to know, you can ask Price tomorrow.” His lips blessed your forehead, he never could be annoyed at the pair of you. Even if he did act like he was. “For now, sleep.”

#mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #simon riley #johnny mctavish #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #call of duty #I'm off to bed now have a good one

[kiwiraccoon]

Dream Of Me

Chan x fem!reader

Description: y/n mentions her wild dream without details in a late night car ride with her longtime best friend. When they make it back to her apartment they wind down with music videos only for a certain one she couldn’t keep watching to play and now she has to explain her dream. Little did she know Chan would make her dreams come true.

Word count: 2689

Notes: MDNI, first person POV, mature language, steamy dream, suggestive, dream description is foreplay, teasing, pet names, chain and choking kink mentioned

The streetlights did nothing to ease my mind from the dream I had during my nap. Everytime the light hit his skin perfectly I could only imagine how he would look right in front of me doing the things I dreamed about. I shouldn’t be thinking this way of my best friend, we had spent all of our awkward years together, shared embarrassing stories, and helped each other achieve so many goals. We should only be best friends, but my mind and body want him in more ways than one. So much so, I think my heart is being convinced to let him in.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice cuts through my inner turmoil, sending it to a screeching halt and stopping my mind from thinking through my response.

“Just this wild dream I had earlier.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I look over at him with wide eyes not believing I said them. I would have to explain it to him now, we don’t keep secrets. I pray he doesn’t pry, but I would be stupid to believe he wouldn’t.

He chuckles while looking away from the road for a second to meet my eyes, enjoying the surprise written across my face. “A wild dream huh?” I notice the small clench of his one hand at the top of the steering wheel, the rush it sends through my body is criminal. 

I groan in frustration at my stupidity of letting him in on my dirty secret, I knew I should have canceled our weekly night drive. “Please don’t make me talk about it.” I drag my hands down my face, turning away from him in embarrassment. 

His annoyingly adorable chuckle invades the silence again as he quickly throws his hands up in mock surrender when I look his way again. “Alright, alright, but just this once. I can’t promise I won’t ask again tho. Let’s just enjoy this ride.” His free hand moves to my thigh to turn my body back to the front of the vehicle instead of away from him. He had done this so many times after I had grown annoyed with him and his jokes, but this time it felt intimate.

The way his hand slightly flexed against my bare skin, why did I have to wear shorts? The cool metal from his rings eased the heat rushing through my body, but of course I had to be wearing one of his sweatshirts. His scent woven within the fabric invaded my senses in the moment and I knew I was going to dream of him again. 

Through the rest of the drive his hand would leave my thigh as he spoke and then find its way back to softly rub the smooth skin with his thumb. The things he does to me, and all because of that stupid dream.

“You’re YouTube is still logged in on your TV right?” He asks as I set my keys on the kitchen counter of my apartment and grab a cold water, which I wave in his direction to ask if he wants one. His nod is soft but the eye contact sends a wave of heat through my body that makes me turn back to the fridge quickly.

“Yea,” I clear my throat subconsciously, “I was watching music videos earlier.”

“Needing some inspiration?” He asks, knowing my need for music to function daily but the videos help feed my inspiration for my own films.

I chuckle walking past him to get to my spot on the couch while passing the water to him, hyper focusing on the way his fingers gently touch mine in the transfer. “You know me so well.”

“I would hope so.” His response has an underlying meaning, hinting at the fact we had grown up together in both countries surprisingly and by complete accident. Without wasting a second I curl up in my favorite corner feeling the need to be small as the tension I feel grows. I should have canceled.

Chan takes the TV remote and plays a random music video letting shuffle control which videos play like normal. I watch the videos intently, needing a distraction from the man only two feet away from me. Sadly no distraction was strong enough to keep my eyes from drifting to him occasionally, especially when he drank his water. I shouldn't be attracted to him, but he looks so delicious tonight, curse that damn dream.

“Hold me tight, right now.” My eyes bulge as the next song plays directly from where I stopped it after I woke up from my nap. I couldn’t watch that music video without thinking of Chan, my dream, and him choking me or using chains. I was fucked. Royally fucked when I let out a gasp I didn’t mean to. His eyes cast over to my side of the couch realizing his music video started from a scene of him standing over Hyunjin who was writhing in the bed wrapped up in chains.

Every muscle in my body works to keep my gaze on the random set of books in the corner of my living space, I cannot make eye contact with him right now. The video keeps playing, but his eyes remain on me. I can vividly picture the video and my dream together as I try to remain calm. But he knows. Fuck he knows.

“Tell me about your dream.” He says reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the video and ultimately turning off the TV. There were no more audible distractions, I could only hear his voice now. God please strike me down.

A gulp sounds from my throat as I continue to look around aimlessly, “huh?”

I feel the couch dip as he slides closer to my side, making two feet become two inches. Why did he have to be so close?

“Y/n. Tell me about your dream.” He won’t give up now, he let me have my one free pass and now he would ask until I told. Why did I have to react and why did I leave that video unfinished?

“Umm,” another gulp of both embarrassment and anxiety, “you were there.” I meet his eyes now, facing the inevitable and just saying fuck it. What could go wrong? We have shared so many embarrassing stories before, laughed at horrible memories, and experienced the worst years of growing up together. If anything this would just be something else we would laugh about, that’s it.

“Yeah?” His focus remains on me as I notice his hand against the back of the couch close to my face and his other hand on his thigh. I notice how close he is, and how intimate this feels. 

“With me.” I turn my face away from him, needing a break from the intensity of his stare, he could ruin me just by looking at me. 

“Yeah?” He wants to know more, know it all, and with my brain turning to mush already I know I’ll eventually tell him everything. He has a power over me like no one else, and I can’t believe I’m only realizing it now. 

A sigh escapes my lungs trying to relieve the tension building within my entire being, “in bed.”

“Mmhmm.” He shuffles slightly, either feeling uncomfortable or needing to get comfortable. Either way I continue as I notice his eyes slightly darken, is he liking this? 

“Touching.” When our eyes meet again with full intensity I know he likes what I’m saying, I can see the way he is reading my face, my emotions, my body language, and my words all at once. His full attention is on me and me only. How is this turning me on?

“How?” Is he leaning in?

“First with hands.” I remember it vividly, how we were touching each other with curiosity. Almost like we were trying to figure each other out.

“Okay.” His voice sounds slightly deeper, but he’s still wanting me to tell him more. It’s driving me crazy.

“Experimenting in a way I guess.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Kind of figuring each other out in a new way.”

“How did it feel?” God, I’m sorry. I watch as he slightly darts his tongue out to wet his lips, oh Chan the things you do to me.

“Good.” I lie, because I know it felt insanely good that it alone made me crave him in just my dream.

“Like this?” His hand on his thigh reaches forward and touches mine in a different way than he did in the car. This time it felt heavier, warmer, and full of sexual tension we had built up over the years without realizing. And even then it is still just the ghost of a touch as he trails his hand against my skin feeling the way his hand glides smoothly against it. He doesn’t stop, his hand moves further each time he goes around the circle he’s creating. I wonder if he is holding back.

Another sigh leaves me at the insane feeling that my dream couldn’t even begin to relate to. “Yeah, exactly that.” 

“What next?” His hand keeps moving, slowing down and speeding up, gripping my skin and pulling back to leave the tiniest amount of space between us. I can feel the heat increasing in his hands, or is that me?

“We kissed.” My eyes dart from his hand to his face, watching his reaction to my words. I would be lying if I said the way his eyebrows raised then creased didn’t turn me on even more. Something in the idea that my words alone could affect him sent my mind racing. How else could I affect him?

I hear him intake a large breath, soothing his own tension. “How?” He wants to ruin me, I know it now.

“Small and quick at first.” I remember the way we kissed like we were afraid of what it would mean, how this kiss would change our relationship and now I can feel it truly. This would change the way we interact around each other for the rest of our lives, this one night will change us forever. Something about that excites me.

“Okay.” He doesn’t ask to know more but his head dips slightly in a gesture to continue talking as I feel his fingers grip my skin making a gasp leave my lips.

“Then we liked it, you smiled, I blushed, so we kissed again.” 

“How?” He asks again, he wants every little detail, he’s so invested in what my mind created. 

“Like we were starved.” I watch something flash behind his eyes, a small smirk forms on his face and the excitement in my veins burns dangerously. I want him so bad right now, I want to ruin our friendship.

“Like this?” In an instant his lips are on mine, kissing me slowly at first, letting my shock fade away before he dives in completely. He pushes into me more, making me lean back into the couch as he moves to lay over my body between my legs. Our bodies fit perfectly together, molding into shape like perfectly worked clay. His hand on my thigh squeezes, sending a shock through all of my nerves eliciting a gasp. And before I know it our tongues fight for dominance, neither wanting to lose this battle we have put off for so long. We were starved. 

He pulls away, placing his forehead against mine to stare into my eyes, “chan.” My voice is nothing but a whisper of my desire, he awoke the demon in me that had been waiting patiently for this moment.

“What happened next?” His voice breaks through the silence that formed between us as we tried to regain control of ourselves, but he doesn’t move.

“You kissed down my neck.” I say confidently, feeling no embarrassment or anxiety anymore as now I know he wants this just as much as me. 

He closes his eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply before asking, “how did it feel?”

“Good, really good.” My words mix with another weak sigh and I realize how desperate I sound, but I couldn’t be more indifferent to it. I no longer want to fight my need for him, he can ruin me however he wants now.

Chan moves back slightly to place his lips against my cheek in a soft ghost of a kiss following it with a trail of them down to my jaw. The kisses increase in pressure the further they go, eventually making a moan escape me when he reaches my throat. “How does it feel?”

“Better than the dream.” The desperation is evident now, especially when I feel his tongue touch my skin making it cold against the air only to warm it back up with his lips. The heat between our bodies causes sweat to form on my back, but I couldn’t care less. I know we are going to take this all the way, and I couldn’t be happier to get hot and heavy on my living room couch with my lifelong best friend.

“Tell me more.” Now his voice is laced in desire, calling to my soul and my core. I’m so turned on. He doesn’t know what he does to me yet.

“My hands roamed your body, up your chest over your shoulders.” His lips remain against the skin of my neck making gasps leave me when he nips at my skin and moans form at the back of my throat when he soothes the pain with intimate kisses.

This time he sighs, “do it.” I place my shaking hands against his skin enjoying the way the tremors stop the second they make contact. Slowly I move them feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch telling me he is enjoying it as much as me. When my hand reach the back of his shoulders I decide to use my nails and drag them against the back of his shirt. A shaky sigh fans against my skin from him and both of us inhale deeply.

Instead of waiting for him to tell me to say more I carry on, “your hands hovered up and down the outside of my thighs, you teased me.” There’s a slight irritation in my voice at the thought of being teased.

His head leans on my shoulder letting out a small chuckle at the irritation. “Yeah?” He says in a teasing way as he moves the hand on my thigh to the outside to ghost his touch along the sides, up and down. I release a groan at the feeling.

“Chan stop teasing me.” My nails dig in a little more to make him know I’m not joking, I hate being teased. But something about him being the one that is teasing me makes it feel satisfying. He is the only person who can tease me, and now the only person I want to ruin me.

“Keep talking baby.”

“Oh god.” My eyes roll at the pet name, nothing has ever sounded more perfect from him. Yet I know deep down I will hear plenty of perfect sounds from him tonight. “Chan please fuck me.”

He groans and his hand grips my thigh tightly, I have him right where I want him. “Fuck, y/n, you’re making this very hard.”

I chuckle at the double meaning as I can feel just how hard he is against my other thigh, “what’s hard?” The innocence in my voice makes him pull away and look directly in my eyes. I would do anything to have the way he’s looking at me ingrained in my brain for the rest of eternity.

“That’s it.” Seconds later I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms on his shoulders staring at him wide eyed. 

“Chan?” I ask looking at him as he walks towards my room, never breaking eye contact with me and gripping the back of my thighs tightly. 

“I’m about to make sure you dream of only me for the rest of your life baby.”

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #chan #chan imagines #bang chan imagines #straykids #straykids x reader #skz bang chan #skz imagines

[lamnwar]

Hi hi👋🏾 I love your work very much and I'm not sure if I'm late, I just saw your post about opening requests. I was wondering if I could make a request about Aomine.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to, but if you do consider doing it could it be about a chubby reader(no specific traits like blushing, because I don't got that ability). Like they both knew each other before had and hurl sarcasm at each other constantly, but they have lowdown time too sometimes (like relaxing on the roof or some activity they both like.

Reader sometimes compares herself to Momoi because she definitely makes herself known when in a room and wonders if she's good enough to catch Aomine's eyes but he thought they were maybe together because of their interactions.

I know that's alot but bare with me please 💀

I hope that your doing well and wish you happiness always💞

Hellooooo 💕 omg I know I took way to long for this but believe me, I loved that request a lot bc I'm such a hoe for friends to lovers with Daiki 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Context: in which you're in complete denial on your feelings for your best friend Daiki.

Warnings: fluff <3, university au!, language I guess?, reader is in denial and it can be a bit unsufferable but bear with it plsss it's worth it, I promise 🤭

“You’re gonna pay me lunch today or what?”

You turn around, unable to restrain the laugh bubbling in your throat.

“Go to hell, Daiki” you reply as you keep on walking in the crowded hallways of your university.

You hear the giant boy grumble, fussing like a spoiled child who for the first time in his life, has been denied something. It’s amusing, how you get him to behave like that, breaking the reputation of cool guy he’s built for himself on the campus. It’s a talent of sorts, you like to pride yourself. For the whole time that you’ve known each other, you know for a fact that any façade he puts up is just a mirror of smoke to you. As hard as he tries, Daiki will always remain your giant dumbass of a friend. And staying in character, he follows you, still not willing to rest his case and take a defeat. You sigh, not bothering from stopping for him – it’s pointless, anyway, because when Daiki has something in mind, it’s hard to get him to change it. And he is adamant in having you invite him for a meal.

“You owe me one, pretty girl” he says as soon as he’s caught up to you.

“Do I now?”

“You absolutely do!”

You roll your eyes, pretty much in disagreement with him. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t owe him anything – not that you’d be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki. But he clearly believes in his own truth since he’s still following you.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way to your next class anyways?” you ask as you take a quick look at your watch, “I’m done for the day, but you can’t say that much.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my class, I want to have lunch with you.”

Your expression may remain unphased by his words, but you notice the way your heartbeat takes off. It does every time he says this kind of things to you when he’s unknowingly being confusing to your poor little heart. You may be in denial, though you refuse to think about it too much, afraid of what it may reveal of you. But you can’t help the warmth that invades you when these words come out of him. So, you try, as hard as possibly can, to shake these feelings and thoughts away.

“You’re failing most of your classes, dummy, so please” you sigh.

He grunts, trying his hardest to avoid your eyes, knowing that he can’t refuse them anything that they plead for. He resists as long as he’s strong enough to, but by the way his lips fold in a slight pout, you know that he’s admitting defeat.

“Why d’you always get me to do the right thing, huh?” he grumbles as a soft chuckle comes out of your lips.

You raise your shoulders, feigning ignorance; truth be told, you’ve always been his moral compass so if you were to incite him to do anything remotely wrong, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You come close, giving him a half hug in an attempt to lift his mood.

“Work hard Daiki, I’ll be waiting for you!”

“You’re not getting away with it” you hear above you as his hand lays on your head. “Be ready at 10 tonight, I’ll come to pick you up.”

You step back, a confused look on your face.

“10? Boy, what are you going to do to me so late in the evening?”

He laughs, pulling you away from his body as he gets himself to go in the direction of the amphitheatre. Something about that cute little confused face of yours is entertaining to him – probably because for once, you are the clueless one. With a last flick on your forehead, he replies:

“Taking you on a night drive. Get the snacks, I’ll handle the drinks.”

And so, you watch him go away before you even get to respond to his invitation – if you can call it that. If anything, he’s imposed a surprise hangout on you, and at a time of the day that isn’t really what you are used to. However, you can’t fool yourself; as tempting as the prospect of lying in bed in your comfiest pj’s with a cup of tea while rewatching your favourite show may be, you know for a fact that you’re looking forward to tonight’s appointment.

*

It embarrasses you to admit that you’ve never been on a night drive before. For one, you cannot drive, and even if you did, this kind of activity is certainly more enjoyable with some company than alone. And you’ve also figured that people in real life don’t do night drives. It’s a fantasy for coming-of-age stories, certainly one of these things that get overly romanticized, so people can feel less bored by their lives. It’s for teenage love stories, an activity that you may be too old for, so it be ridiculous, right, for you to get excited by the idea of going on a night drive with Daiki?

Yet, here you are, ready to go thirty minutes before. You feel nervous, for a reason you can’t figure. Well, you have a theory, but you simply rather ignore it, for it doesn’t make that much sense, all things considered. It still remains that you are standing here, in the middle of your apartment, checking once again if you’ve packed the boy’s favourite snacks and looking at your reflection in your full-length mirror every time you walk by, wanting to look cute for some obscure reason. It’s not like you’d want him to compliment you tonight, right? Even though he does, every time you meet, without exception. But still, despite the frequency of such occurrence, you doubt that it means anything. It’s his teasing, it’s just the way Daiki is.

Daiki, who always calls you pretty girl, especially in public so he can see you struggle to restrain your reaction to these words. Daiki, who is the first one to notice when you change your hair, your makeup, or your nails. Daiki, who sits you on his laps randomly, shushing you before you give him any of that “but I’m too heavy for you” bullshit.

But it wouldn’t make sense, you repeat to yourself, that his actions could hold more meaning than that. Because Daiki, for as long as you’ve known him, has always been that type of guy that is never seen with a girl like you. Especially when you consider that he’s grown up beside Satsuki – your common friend who, before you, had been the one Daiki was following around and decided to randomly hang out with. You’ve met her a couple of times, when she’s come to visit on breaks, and you’ve quickly bonded around the fact that you both wonder why you keep a guy like Daiki around. It's true, you could have both ditched him at some point in your life; he’s lazy, annoying, sometimes confusing and impulsive, despite putting on the front of a cool guy. The thing is, Satsuki is patient and sweet, she’s always taking her time with a smile on her face, laughing away the times he’s being a dumbass. But you, it’s a completely different dynamic. He’s decided from one day to another that you are his new best friend, and ever since, he hasn’t hesitated once to be unsufferable with you. He laughs when you call him a dumbass, and purposely make PDA when you are screaming on all roofs that you hate his guts. He has a picture of you from that awkward phase you went through as a pre-teen plastered on his wall – one that he’s found by stalking your social media like a creep. Daiki gets on your nerves, making you wonder ever so often why, despite everything, you’d still take a bullet with him.

But here you are, in his car with the windows down, the chill air of the night kissing your face as he pretends to dislike the music you’ve put on, though he’s clearly bopping his head along. At this time, most roads are empty, and you see the slight grin on the blue-haired boy’s face when he seizes the occasion to go over the speed limit by a couple of kilometres.

“So… that’s a night drive, huh?” you ask as your eyes wander out the window.

He huffs, slender fingers landing a flick on the side of your head.

“We gotta get out of town first, unless you appreciate the view of rats running on the sidewalks” he explains.

You hum as a response, too embarrassed to admit to you are clueless as to what this night has in reserve for you. After a while, however, it all makes sense to you as you reach the heights, seeing the lights of the city drawing patterns under your eyes. At some point, you even wonder where the stars start and where the city lights stop. It’s all like a painting, and you are just like a kid, watching with fascinated eyes. Daiki's eyes momentarily deviate from the road to lay on you, a soft smile painting his lips at the sight of you with literal stars in your eyes. And then you turn to look at him, mouth slightly agape when you notice that he’s been looking at you like that.

“Get the snacks, I’m starting to get hungry” he says after giving his attention back to the road.

You nod, reaching to get his favourite snack out of your bag, and trying as hard as you can to get the image of him looking at you so fondly out of your mind. The idea of him being so tender is a new concept, something that you refuse to accept as a truth, because if you do, you’ll also have to accept the way it makes you feel.

“Do you want one?” You ask as you try to distract yourself from the direction your thoughts are going.

“Feed me.”

You raise your eyebrows, ogling at him like he’s spewed the most nonsensical thing ever.

“Give me a rest, Daiki.”

“I literally need my two hands to drive.”

“Oh, fuck off! You’ve been driving with one hand all along.”

“Well, you owe me one, remember?”

“Where did you get that from, anyways?” you sigh, persuaded, once again, that you would never be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki.

He doesn’t reply; yet, before you get to hit him with a “I knew it”, he leans in to take a bite at the piece of food you have in hand, a shocked look painting your face when his teeth graze the tip of your fingers.

“Wh- what did you do that for?!” you grumble as he grins.

“It just tastes better when it comes from you.”

You fail to find something to reply, brain deep in a fog of confusing feelings. It hurts your mind, all this confusion, and the way he perpetually puts you in this state, not bothered in the slightest. And in these times, you can just sit in silence, fighting with yourself to stop being like that, like a dumb teenager in love for the first time – overthinking everything, blurring lines that shouldn’t be blurred, unable to stop a blooming heart from beating like crazy. But these blue eyes are seeing you; your unusual silence, and your eyes staring at the distance, in search for answers.

After a while, the car stops. You haven’t noticed that you are uphill, near a viewpoint that gives you an unprecedented sight of the city at night. You’re taken out of your thoughts when Daiki’s voice resonates in the car, telling you to get out. And you do, looking around you like a lost puppy, before noticing the blanket laid in front of his car, the drinks and snacks carefully displayed on it. And it occurs to you, at this very instant, that there is something undeniably romantic with the situation.

“You can stand there all you want, but you’d look less stupid sitting next to me” his deep voice nags at you.

“Do you do that with everyone?” you ask as you sit down.

“Huh? Do you mean the night drives?”

You raise your shoulders. You aren’t sure what you really mean by that question, let alone what answer you’re hoping to hear. But it’s easier for you to go along with the way he’s interpreted the question than making a fool of yourself and admitting that you don’t even know what you are asking.

“Not really” he says, opening a bottle for you and himself, “I mean I took Satsuki on a night drive once, but it wasn’t that fun. Girl was snoring after fifteen minutes of driving.”

He scoffs, then takes a gulp. You sit in silence, though your thoughts aren’t so quiet. You feel stupidly jealous, but it’s always Satsuki, isn’t it? She’s been by his side longer, after all.

“I’d imagine you’d enjoy something like that with her, though” you think out loud.

Daiki raises an eyebrow in your direction, not quite sure what you’re implying.

“Satsuki? Eh, she’s cool of course but you know…”

“Why do you always talk about her like that?” you look at him, “she’s literally the best girl out there. She’s pretty, and nice, and she’s so patient with you, it’s sometimes beyond me.”

“Do you expect me to date her?”

The question is so nonchalantly asked, but you can feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” you reply in all honesty.

You deviate your gaze to the view before you. The lights that you were previously in awe in front of, are now almost blinding.

“What kind of shit is going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

His fingers reach to your chin, turning your face in his direction. His usually bored eyes are incredibly serious, for once; it’s almost in contrast with the softness of his touch.

“I wouldn’t date Satsuki in a million years, because I like you” he bluntly declares.

His words ring in your ears like a weird noise, till you finally make sense of them. And at this moment, all your confusion, all your thoughts, all your feelings take flame, setting your entire body and mind on fire.

“You… do?” you manage to voice out.

“Am I not obvious?”

He chuckles, hand living your chin to grab his bottle from which he takes another sip. Your eyes are big, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I figured you were teasing me” you confessed, suddenly realizing how stupid you may sound now that you know what you know.

“There’s that too, but I thought we had a thing going on” he admits, “it’s fun seeing you get all flustered, regardless.”

“So you like me, for real for real?”

“Yeah, dummy, in what language should I speak for you to understand?”

You reply with a hit on his shoulder, before burying your face in your hands. Daiki is really good at making you feel like that, you reflect as you feel weirdly hot despite the chill breeze blowing in your direction.

“Is this a date, then?” you ask.

“Well…” he sighs. “I thought it was but apparently, you didn’t.”

“It’s just that I was missing circumstantial clues and…”

But before you get to justify yourself, Daiki is quick to shush you, grabbing your face once again but with more force this time.

“Listen, we can debate on this the whole night or you can tell me right now how you feel. It’s up to you.”

There’s something new in his tone, something you aren’t used to. He is not playful like he usually is, or irritatingly nonchalant. It’s almost desperate, like not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings is something that he fears. The lights reflect on his skin, enough to let you see the way he looks at you, in need for an answer. And you figure that it’d be torturous to not give him one, even though saying those words would come to admit that you’ve been in denial all along.

“I do like you, Daiki.”

The following seconds are unbearable. You can only wish for a reaction – anything that will assure you that all of this is real. So you wait in pain for him to do something or say something. It starts with his gaze softening, and his grip on your face becoming more of a caress. And then it’s the familiar heat of his body – the one you feel every time he hugs you. And finally, it’s something new, that deep inside you’ve always wanted to experience, although you’ve tried to deny it under false pretence of “irrational thoughts” and “absurd theories”.

Daiki’s lips, sweet and smooth, against yours. A kiss that makes everything you’ve been unsure of a certainty. A kiss to which you reply with all your heart, finally being honest with yourself and with him. It sweeps you away, and you cling to the boy’s chest like you fear that he’ll disappear. But when your lips separate and your eyes meet his, he’s right here. And he has no intention of going elsewhere or be with anyone else.

“Are you going to still call me a dumbass now?” he asks against your lips.

“Oh come on Daiki, doesn’t matter if you’re the love of my life, you’ll always be a dummy.”

“Says the one who had no idea what a night drive was before.”

#also sorry for taking sm time life has been crazy lately #i really like writing this #bsf!aomine brings me life you can't imagine <3 #i hope you love it <3 #knb #aomine daiki #knb x reader #aomine x reader #knb fluff #aomine fluff #kuroko no basuke

[ghcstao3]

this came to me in a dream but i saw a artist!soap/civilian!ghost post-breakup au sometime last month and it hasn’t left my head because think of the Angst!! like. imagine ghost still having paint stains on his otherwise spotless hardwood floors from where soap used to station his easel. or soap locking away his sketchbook dedicated to just ghost’s face because of his strict no photos rule. actually foaming at the mouth thinking of soap’s journal allll the time

this was good practice because Man i do not write angst often. but in any case! i adored this prompt

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Simon had been naive to think that there wouldn’t be remnants of Johnny left behind in his home after they’d broken up.

He thinks, looking back, that maybe it had only been some sort of pathetic hope to make it less painful, that he could return home and not have to remember in any part everything Johnny that had invaded over the years. That had infected and melded with Simon until each of their lives had become unrecognizable from the other.

Of course, Simon isn't so lucky. Because in no world is Johnny so easily forgettable, especially not after years of intimacy, or vulnerability. Not after years of real, horribly profound love.

The breakup had been deemed mutual, but it hardly feels that way most days. For the best feels like a complete lie, in retrospect.

Simon forces himself to move on, though. He can’t dwell on emptied spaces and a silence far too loud. He can’t cling to memories of domesticity and the belief that it’d last forever. Simon doesn’t get to have those things. He's not sure why he ever thought that Johnny would be the exception to everything before.

It still hurts seeing the permanent marks left behind in his home, however.

He tries his best to stop thinking about Johnny, and he succeeds for the most part—until he does stupid things like wanting to rearrange the furniture in what had been Johnny’s spaces, and discovers with a bitter fondness splotches of long-since dried paint neither of them had ever thought to clean because there would be more in the future. Because there was meant to be more in the future.

And as he sits on the floor for the first time in months truly missing Johnny, contemplating whether it’d be worth mustering the courage to scrub the floor of these remains, Simon wonders if Johnny has been managing any better than he has.

Probably, Simon thinks miserably. He’s always been the better man.

- - - - -

Immediately after their breakup, Johnny keeps himself together better than anyone thought he’d be able to.

Because they all thought he and Simon were madly in love. And they were, for a while. But things always change, though, don’t they?

As time passes, however, and Johnny settles into a life without Simon for the first time in a very long time, moving on grows increasingly difficult. He’s a mess, quite honestly, as put together as he appears to everyone else.

It’s with anger that he believes Simon is doing better, after everything. Because he’d never been as weak as Johnny. Because he wouldn’t have to think twice about throwing out what isn’t his, unlike Johnny—who cannot stand the thought of looking at old sketches of Simon, but is just as reluctant to burn those final bridges and toss out every journal reminiscent of a life he’ll never live again. Who wants to rip those pieces to shreds but continue to treasure them all the same.

He finds a box. An unmarked, nondescript cardboard box. He packs away every journal he'd dedicated to Simon, tapes the box shut, and hides it in his attic among boxes almost exactly alike. He never labels it, not wanting to offer any more power to those journals—but Johnny can never fully bring himself to forget.

Its presence still gets shoved to the very back corners of his mind. Then finally, finally he can breathe. Finally he can leave those final pieces of what he had with Simon behind.

Johnny is foolish to think that, though. Because he had forgotten just how much of his life, his art had been occupied by Simon. Johnny still sees Simon in so much of what he's created, what he continues to create.

And when he stumbles across one of the first sketches he'd drawn of Simon, in a notebook not separate for the man like all the others, Johnny has to sit and wonder just where they had went wrong.

#ask #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #writing #drabble #we're being angsty today and i respect that anon

[yhs-x-reader]

HII OMG YHS BLOG!! For some reason I was super fixated on Domrao the entire series.. maybe some pinning headcanons for him? :0 love your work so far!

oh my gosh my first request !! Thank you so much for this, it means a lot to me /gen!! Dom has always been one of my favorites but his characterization is slightly trick for me, so I hope it’s alright! Sorry for taking a while, too :( request again if you feel like it! 💕💕

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Okay so First off, this guy… COMPLETELY confused at his own feelings. Dom has never been the best with articulating his thoughts (he much rather deal with things in violence), but with a swirl of emotions that feel so utterly soft, he, for once, isn’t completely sure that his fists are the best way to go…

Of course, he first has to confide in Prime. He talks about how you’re always on his mind, and about how much he just wants to squeeze you or something. You get his heart pounding, just like the adrenaline he gets from beating up Sam! Just— what an enigma you are, though, because for some reason… he can’t think of you as annoying.

I mean, sure, the feelings that you’re causing are annoying; but you, yourself? Dom ends up balling his fists and biting his knuckles, unsure of how to explain his strange thoughts. Wasn’t it weird for him to be thinking of you as… cute? Funny? Cool? Maybe he just wanted to be your friend, or —

…Oh no.

While ranting to Prime, Dom stops mid-sentence as he realizes what the hell is happening in his head. He’s in love. AND HE DOESN’T LIKE IT.

Except he kind of does, because now whenever you look at him he gets really happy and — OH NO OH SHIT OH FUCK

Dom was never really an artsy kid, finding PE to be his more suitable favorite subject, but now he spends his classes trying to figure out how to write some sort of… confession. I mean, the guy is nervous about how he feels, but he’s simultaneously determined about getting what he wants. If he can make a poem, maybe you like it! That’s what romantic people do, right?? And—

“You’re losing your touch!” Sam would yell at him, knocking him out of a dodgeball round. How had it even turned into PE?? WHY WAS HE SO UNFOCUSED? Oh right — you.

Dom tries not to do anything super cheesy, like write love notes or get paired up with you in classes, but he totally wants to. Even though all his written confessions get crumpled up, Invader and Prime can definitely tell. (And invader is determined to get you two together!)

OH BUT he’s definitely the type to try-hard in PE to try and impress you!!

Overall, he tries to keep up his tough guy persona, but he’s still emotional and brash. So… he’s confused.

#yandere high school #yhs #yhs x reader #samgladiator #domrao #domrao x Reader #yhs domrao #yhs domrao x Reader

[localoved]

Scaramouche x reader

a short oneshot based on a prompt by @promptful

"I know you're angry that I got hurt, and I know you're angry that I sacrificed my health for you. But you're patching up a cut on my face/chest, and you're- you're really close. It'd only take me so much of a slight push to press my lips to yours."

---

"Ouch- don't rub on it, you're supposed to dab"

"I'm trying to rub the blood away, now stop whining. You got yourself into this situation anyways"

Scaramouche could only pout at your reply, earlier he had stupidly followed you into a pit hosting many dangerous creatures. He tried to risk his own life to save yours, knowing damn well his body has been significantly weaker lately. Sure, it had made your heart race that scaramouche would go to such lengths for you, but right now you’re thinking about how reckless it was for him to do that, plain stupidity-

“-and completely irrational! I can’t believe you’d just dive right in when you know the risks” You continue to berate him as you tend to the wounds on his arms, he had gotten them from a couple of hilichurls “Just look at all these wounds, it’s gonna take days to heal!”

Scaramouche thinks it's ridiculous for you to get this angry, he used to be in the Fatui for celestial’s sake, and a harbinger at that! A few wounds like these were an everyday thing for him–But, he doesn’t mind being tended to by you–you just worry about him too much. (Besides you being worried this much about him gives him false hope–are his ears heating up??)

Suddenly he feels a warm touch to his cheeks, his breath hitches “What even gave you this wound? It’s gonna leave a scar on your face…” you exclaim, but nothing you said went into his ears, instead he’s listening to the hard and quickly accelerating thumps of his heart, he swears to all archons above he would’ve ripped his heart out of his ribcage if he could

His face lit up in red as he realizes you’re trying to tug his face closer to yours. You’re just trying to inspect his wounds, but all he could think about was the fact that Your Lips are practically inches away from his, a small push and both of your lips would be touching, it’s driving scaramouche crazy. The thumps growing louder and louder and louder-

“I’m sorry for reprimanding you so much…I just, I got really concerned when I saw all those wounds on you. I care more about you than i think” Your voice was gentle, rich, yet soft, it filled him with a fluttery feeling in his chest. Your scent invades his nose, earthy and wood-like, you’ve always smelled like that, there were also hints of a fruity fragrance, must’ve been from that gaudy berry drink you always order.

“It’s not fair you know, i dived in to save you” You stop at his voice, “i was ready to be hurt for you, went into that pit like a fool just to save your ass, and you didn’t even thank me! Instead you berate me for trying to save you, calling me reckless and irresponsible.” You try to avoid his gaze, yet he holds your chin in his fingers, forcing you

to face his gaze.

You finally notice how red his face is, then you notice how close you two were, the room suddenly raised in temperature

up, or maybe that was just you. Scaramouche is glaring at your eyes, they are mesmerizing, any kind of thought in his mind disappears, replaced with bliss, then his gaze falls downwards.

He’s staring at your lips.

He wants to know how it feels to kiss you, how soft your lips would be, would it be light and tender, full of love and emotions? Would it be passionate and lustful, revealing all your pent up desires to each other? Would it be exactly like his daydreams he would catch himself in? Regardless of how it was he knows he could no longer escape, the hold you unknowingly have over him only grows stronger, you would become his drug that he would never be able to give up on.

He needs to kiss you. Immediately, preferably right now. So his pupils move back up to your eyes, eyes that have been watching him this entire time, brimming with shock–perhaps a bit of excitement–Scaramouche breaks the silence “Do you mind if I…?” You know what he’s asking about, yet you nod, showing that you want this, you want him.

And so with that, he finally kisses you.

It felt so right, like everything has led you both here, Scaramouche had completely forgotten about the fatigue from the battle, forgotten about you berating him about being irresponsible, all thats on his mind is your lips, it was soft and gentle, he could taste the rich sweetness of the drink you had earlier. Though he had always hated the taste of it, it had suited you quite well.

#genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #local-writes #local-fanfic

[countimp]

I only have you

Kazutora Hanemiya x Chifuyu Matsuno

Angst/Fluff

Cw: Mentions of Death (Suicide and Shooting), blood, cigarettes/smoking.

Chifuyu was passing through a TV shop when he saw the news. Two men were found dead, close to an abandoned building, where they’ve fallen. One of them jumped the building, while the other tried to save him. This one was shot, three times, likely before falling. The bodies had been identified quite rapidly. 

The leader of a mafia gang, Bonten, Majirou Sano. 

And a citizen. Takemichi Hanagaki. 

The groceries were dropped in the cold cement of the floor. The shock was so strong that Chifuyu felt his blood pressure dropping harshly. His hands got cold, his breathing got faster. Everything was in slow motion, the video from a witness playing on the screen. It can’t be happening.

Kazutora was right behind him, hand in his mouth, just as surprised as the other. Chifuyu quickly reached Kazutora, grabbing his clothing with enough strength to rip it. “Keys! Now!” He exclaimed. He didn’t wait for the older man to act. Turned around in his feet and rushed through the car, leaving Kazutora struggling to get the keys from his pocket. Once in the car, Chifuyu drove with all the velocity he could. Trespassing red lights, avoiding people in the street by just a hair, turning around so suddenly that the wheels made noise and left a mark in the pavement. 

They got to the place where Takemichi's body was found fast enough to see with their own eyes. 

Mikey, short hair and paler features, holding the body of Takemichi, shot and broken, both laying in a pool of blood. A painful whimper left Chifuyu’s throat as the harsh truth was confirmed. Takemichi, his best friend, his confident. 

His partner. 

Was dead. 

“TAKEMICHIII!!!” He screamed, incredulous. “NO!!” The police tried to hold him, keeping him from invading the crime scene. “No!!! Leave me!! Let me see him!! Let me see him!! Takemichi!!” His voice trembled as tears cascaded his face as he struggled to escape the policemen’s grip. 

Kazutora stayed unmoved, close enough to see the bodies and even closer to the tantrum Chifuyu was making, but his senses were completely shut down. His vision tunneled to his deceased friends, lying cold, unmoving. Death was inevitable, but a voice in the back of his mind screamed, louder than whatever noise came, ringing in Kazutora’s ear, deafening, telling him, “It’s my fault.”

‘It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault.’ His mind spiraled. ’I’ve led him to this. I’ve caused his demise. I should’ve been with him.’

“Takemichi!! D-don’t leave me!!” Chifuyu screamed, full lungs, “D-don’t die!! No…” 

The last thing he saw, before they could finally push him away, was his friends being covered. They couldn’t say goodbye. 

*

Days after the incident, it was a cold day. The pet shop has been closed since Takemichi’s funeral. Chifuyu Isn't coming out as much as he used to. It’s been some of those days, where neither of them speak much. It’s so deafeningly quiet in the apartment. The pressure’s strong. Smell of cigarettes came from Chifuyu’s room, which Kazutora entered without asking. 

“Chifuyu… “ He called, worried. “It’s the third box just this week. “

The younger one inhaled the smoke one more time before putting out the cigarette. His head hurt. He felt his throat sore, due to the intense screaming. Arms crossed and inclined in the window’s frames. No answers. 

Kazutora tried to call him again, just to be cut dryly. 

“You caused it, didn’t you?”

Kazutora's eyes widened, it wasn’t mentioned, but he knew what this was about. “...What...?” He murmured. 

“ You’ve been too close with Takemichi these days! I should have suspected something!” Chifuyu blurted, not being able to scream, his voice rasp. “You two were looking for Mikey!!”

“Look, I didn’t think it would end up like that!” Kazutora lied, trying to explain himself. He knew that might’ve happen. “I warned him to stop!”

“But still gave him all the clues he wanted!!” Chifuyu stared down at him with anger in his eyes. “You led him to certain death, Kazutora!”

"He's a grown ass man, Chifuyu! I warned him, but I’m not his mother!! I can’t control him!!”

“You knew it was dangerous!!” They both screamed now, arguing. “And you let him go like that!! Neither of you should've gone after Mikey!!”

“Oh for fuck sake! He would’ve found out about Mikey sooner or later! You know it!! Mikey’s our friend!!” Kazutora pointed vaguely, referring to their deceased friend. “At least I tried to be a good friend and help him!! I warned him! I showed the evidence!! All you did was lie!!”

“At least he was alive!!” Chifuyu pushed Kazutora’s shoulder, holding back to not punch something right away. “And nobody was involved in the mafia again!!”

Kazutora pushed him back, earring jingling from the movement. “Why are you so pissed about me being involved anyway?!”

“Because I don’t want to lose you too!!” Chifuyu screamed. They both got silent after it. The heat from the anger just left space for the cold melancholy from before. Tears Chifuyu held back the entire conversation were now streaming down his cheeks, quietly. Suddenly, Kazutora felt bad for making him cry. 

The older man reached the other’s face, cleaning his tears with his thumb. “Oh, Chifuyu…” he held him in his arms, stroking his hair and rocking him slowly. The other man hugged his waist, effortlessly, laying his head on the taller’s shoulder. 

“I’ve lost so many important people to me…” Chifuyu’s voice was weak now, tired and soft. “My dad, Baji, Takemichi… I don’t want you to die too…”

Kazutora held him tighter, making Chifuyu also tighten his own grip. “I won’t die. I know how to take care of myself.”

Chifuyu backend to look at the other. His eyes were red again. It’s been all week. “Promise me.”

Kazutora tried to smile. He owed Chifuyu his own life. He loved Chifuyu just as much as he loved Baji before. Anything Chifuyu wants, Kazutora would gladly do. He took Chifuyu’s hand and landed it above his chest, to his beating heart. 

“I promise.”

Chifuyu held Kazutora again, collapsing in the bed with him, intertwined together. Stroking Chifuyu’s tears away, Kazutora kissed his face, slowly, lightly, multiple pecks in his salty, teared cheeks and eyes. Chifuyu slipped his cold hands under Kazutora’s black shirt, searching for warmth, making him shiver and bend from the touch. 

After landing one last peck in Chifuyu’s lips, Kazutora confessed, once again, to Chifuyu. 

“I’ll never leave, y’know. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#goldwrites #i only have you #kazufuyu #fuyutora #torafuyu #tokyo revengers #tokrev #hanemiya kazutora #chifuyu matsuno #keisuke baji (mentioned) #Takemichi Hanagaki #mikey tokrev #manjirou sano #i forced myself to stay awake to write this lol #anyway here's my comeback

[agentwhalesong]

Extending a Hand

Posted on ao3

Written for The X-Files Fanfic Exchange: Too Close for Comfort as a gift to Characteristically_Exuberant

Words: 5,984

Rating: Mature/Explicit

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Her hand was in his pants before the ‘this is wrong’ thought could invade his mind.

It is wrong indeed, but it feels so good!

He shoved his tongue inside her mouth and devoured her lips in tandem with her ministrations, simultaneously and gently pushing her against the tree, running his hands along her thigh and bringing her skirt up just enough so he could reach her center.

Claire can’t find out about this. There have been enough murders in this town for a lifetime.

His own voice in his head was not enough to stop his movements, though, and he was only satisfied when her skirt was completely rolled up to her waist and her panties were down to her knees.

“What the fuck are you two doing?,” came an angry voice followed by stomping.

He just turned his head around and smirked, wondering how he hadn’t thought about it before.

“Don’t be jealous, honey, you’re welcome to join us.”

He obviously didn’t look at her hands, or he would have seen the frying pan she was carrying as a weapon. Claire hit him on the head just enough to make him dizzy, and that was when his instincts took over. His fist hit her jaw fast, and while her blood flew directly onto his mouth, she kicked him in the balls.

“Stop right there, FBI!” said a voice somewhere to their side.

But not only did the couple not stop, but also dragged the other woman into the fight, the man pulling her hair and accusing her of being a witch while Claire slapped her face.

Mulder ran up to them as fast as he could, grabbing Claire by the shoulder to separate her and the other woman, while Scully came from behind and was able to cuff one of the man’s hands to a lower branch of the tree so he could let go of the other woman’s hair.

Panting, Scully looked at Mulder and almost laughed.

“This is what I call starting a case with a bang.”

Mulder shrugged.

“It was high time you agreed with me that sex always makes things better.”

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MAYOR SEAN WEST’S OFFICE, 10:15 A.M.

Scully read a few more lines of the police report in her hands and then looked at the mayor once again.

“Double homicide caused by jealousy. One male, one female. Is this the first time something like this has happened in this town, mayor West?”

“Oh yes, agent Scully. I’ve lived here my whole life and the most scandalous thing was maybe a divorce caused by extramarital relations. But even in that case it was all so quiet that everyone only heard about it months later. And then…” the mayor took a deep breath “I didn’t think Jack had it in him to kill somebody until he did. And I never thought Sam could cheat on him like that. It just wasn’t in her nature, you know?”

“Do you know how long Sam and Jack’s friend had been seeing each other?”

“That’s the thing, they hadn’t. It was like they suddenly went crazy and started making out in broad daylight, as if no one was watching or as if they didn’t care. I could go on, but you know the rest.”

“On the phone you said some others started acting strange after that. Would you care to elaborate?”

“They um… Let’s just say that privacy stopped being private. We’ve arrested more people than the town’s jail can handle since then. And the cases have been growing by the hour.”

“These people you’ve arrested, are they still in jail?”

“No. Like I said, small town, small jail, not enough people to keep an eye on everybody. But the ones who have been stricken with this sudden change in mood and behavior only did it that one time before somebody else started doing the same. It is as if, whatever it is, is jumping from one person to another, like a virus or something.”

“Is there anything new around? New businesses, food places, factories, oil rigs…,” Mulder asked, while Scully raised an eyebrow at the mention of the last item on that list.

The mayor shook his head.

“Everything is just the same as it has always been. I mean, some people come and go from time to time. Braunfond is a charming town and some like to spend holidays here. Some others like it so much they end up staying.”

“Any new residents, then?”

The mayor thought for a while.

“As a matter of fact, yes, Aaron. He got here a month or so ago. Good guy, always up to any job you give him. A sort of jack of all trades. But I don’t know what he would have to do with anything.”

“Maybe he’s the one causing it.”

“These incidents started two weeks ago, agent. If he were carrying a virus, we would have seen the signs right when he arrived, wouldn’t we?

Mulder and Scully glanced at each other at the same time and the mayor huffed out a laugh when he understood what that meant.

“You don’t mean he has some kind of superpower and has caused all of this, do you?,” he asked mockingly.

“We try to stay open, Mr. West, but that’s what…”

“I’m sure it is not that at all, sir,” Scully interrupted before Mulder could go on and frighten the man even more. “We have some investigating to do before we jump to conclusions.”

Although Scully didn’t look at Mulder, her voice was sharp enough for him to get the message.

Mulder chuckled, but regardless of the mayor's questioning eyes at his reaction, Scully just ignored him.

“What if it is a virus? Shouldn’t we be putting people in lockdown just in case? If they are infected, the longer they stay out there, the sooner the whole town will be… you know, forgetting some things should be done only behind closed doors.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a virus, sir. Blood tests would have been able to detect that, and from the files you sent us, none of the offenders had anything abnormal in their systems besides high adrenaline levels.”

“So what do you think it is?”

Mulder cleared his throat.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we find out.”

Mulder stood up and Scully followed his lead, shaking the mayor’s hand before leaving his office.

“What are you thinking, Mulder?,” she said quietly as soon as the door closed behind them. “You can’t honestly believe it’s a person who can make others feel what he wants them to feel.”

“Well, you’ve seen that by yourself in our early days as partners.”

“You mean that amish-like guy who almost raped me just to tell us both to stay away?”

Mulder nodded, although his face showed he should have thought better before bringing that up.

“All I’m saying is that this Aaron can be our guy.”

Scully stopped walking for a while and Mulder had no choice but to stop too.

“Why would somebody deliberately go around and make people have sex in public?”

“Maybe porn isn’t enough for him.”

“Is porn ever enough for anyone?”

Scully smirked and, although Mulder just smirked back and said nothing, she was sure he had a few unspoken comments at the tip of his tongue.

CHARMER’S DINER – 1 P.M.

“Hey, Scully, don’t you think these french fries look like a penis if you spread catchup around them in a certain way?”

Scully rolled her eyes a little, but her face was amused.

“Maybe that’s why the town has become too sexually active.”

She took one of the french fries from her plate and put it into her mouth, while Mulder watched with lips slightly parted, pretending not to be affected by the flirty way in which she did it.

She was sitting across from him in the diner, and they had been discussing the case through the entire meal. While she talked about trying other tests on the people affected, he kept trying to convince her that they were looking for a person.

Mulder’s eyes wandered somewhere behind her for about the third time since they had sat down and, although she wanted to turn around and look this time, she knew it must be a woman. 

He smiled, seeming amused, and then his eyes fell on Scully once again.

“Scully, how would you feel if I held your hand like this?”

He took one of her hands as if he were going to shake it, but instead he started tracing small, gentle circles at it with his thumb.

She was able to disguise her gasp when she spoke, although her voice was creaky.

“Probably not the way you want me to feel.” Her voice went a tone down, turning almost into a whisper when she finished her line of thought. “Not the way I’m supposed to feel…”

“I didn’t realize there were rules to how and why we feel...”, Mulder whispered back.

She withdrew her hand, looking disconcerted for a moment.

“Your point being…?”

“I want you to look at something, but don’t turn around. Come sit by my side.”

Scully’s face turned into a huge question mark, but she did as she was told.

“You see that man by the counter? The woman who is walking towards him is going to shake his hand.”

It just took a few seconds for Mulder’s prophecy to be fulfilled.

“How is that relevant?”

“It’s the way he did it. You see? It’s like he was going to shake her hand to introduce himself, but he lingered and locked eyes with her. He has had the same interaction with about three women since we came in.”

“So now you’re jealous and wondering how you can do the same.”

“I’d be happy with just one woman, but that is not the point.”

To Scully’s surprise, Mulder wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder. She was about to say something, but he whispered close to her ear.

“I’m sure a guy like him has his ways of knowing when he’s being watched. Just pretend I’m saying sweet nothings in your ear and you’re just randomly looking in his direction.”

Scully shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“What should I be looking for? I only see a man and a woman who seem to be attracted to each other.”

“That’s true for the woman, but not for him. In a few seconds he is going to let her hand go and avert his gaze as if he were embarrassed. The woman will shake her head as if awakening from a trance and then she’ll walk away. The three I’ve seen so far left the diner right after that happened, even though one of them had a friend waiting for her at the table.”

“So you’re saying he’s what, hypnotizing people to do what he wants them to do?”

“Basically, yes. But he doesn’t do it with his eyes alone; his hand is the major force at work.”

“And that proves what, exactly?”

“That that is Aaron and we may have our guy.”

Scully snickered and then looked at Mulder, their faces just inches apart due to their position.

“Maybe you should really go ask him for some tips.”

“I don’t think I need to.”

That was certainly said on a whim, but Scully didn’t move away. She just kept staring at him as if daring him to look away first. Their silent fight lasted only a few seconds though, because a real fight had broken out in the middle of the street. Another jealous lover in Scully’s opinion; something connected to the women that had left the diner, in Mulder’s.

The agents left so fast they didn’t even notice that the man by the counter smiled cockily as he observed them and then left through the back door.

MAYOR SEAN WEST’S OFFICE – 3 P.M.

“Hey Aaron, good to see you! What can I do for you?”

The mayor entered his office with a friendly smile on his face. 

“It’s more like what I can do for you,” the young man replied, “if I’m not being too presumptuous, of course.”

The mayor looked intrigued as he sat down.

“I’m all ears.”

Aaron took a deep breath that could be understood as hesitation.

“I didn’t think it was important before, but since the cases seem to be increasing I thought… well, I may have an idea of what is happening in this town.”

The mayor leaned forward and laced his fingers together on the table. Aaron continued.

“When I got to Braunfond, there were two friends with me, right? Well, one of them, Gus, mentioned he was feeling ill one night, and the next thing I knew he was trying to come onto me. I stopped him before he could get too close, so he got angry and left – God knows where. When I woke up the following morning, I saw him talking to that woman, the one who was killed later in the day.”

“Sam?”

“Yes, Sam. I didn’t know many of the residents back then, I’m sorry.”

“Please go on.”

“He was very close to her, inches apart only, as if they had known each other for a long time. I thought it was none of my business, so I stopped paying attention, but the thing is that I never saw Gus again and, coincidently, later on Sam was caught with this other guy that wasn’t her husband. What if Gus was carrying some sort of virus and that is why he left? He may have known he was contagious and didn’t want anyone else finding out.”

“The FBI agents said a virus is unlikely.”

“They may be right, but Gus said he was feeling ill and he tried to have sex with me, so… yeah, I thought this might be relevant.”

The mayor nodded.

“This is good information and I’ll make sure to pass that on to the sheriff, but the male FBI agent said it could be someone doing this to people, not something. I don’t know what to think anymore, to be honest. I mean, they’re the government, so…”

“Someone?,” Aaron laughed, “Is he serious?”

The mayor chuckled.

“Maybe he’s crazier than all these transgressors, I don’t know.”

The mayor shrugged and Aaron gave him a friendly smile.

“Well, thank you very much for your time anyway, Sean. Please keep me posted and let me know if I can help somehow.” 

The young man stood up and extended his hand. Mayor West shook it and was surprised when Aaron lingered there, almost sensually, locking eyes with him in the process. He knew he should be uncomfortable, but somehow he wasn't. Aaron made him feel safe.

“It is a virus, mayor,” Aaron vehemently said. “It is going to destroy this town if you don’t contain it.”

Aaron then let go of West’s hand and walked away, leaving the mayor shaking his head as if to clear clouds that had suddenly appeared there.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Aaron sighed in relief. He knew he didn’t have much time, but this would buy him a couple of hours to get ready and perhaps to play a little more.

SHERIFF’S OFFICE, 3:30 P.M.

“What are you hoping to find, Mulder?”

“Proof that I am right.”

“What we need is more tests on these people to see if there is anything medically wrong with them.”

“And what tests are those?”

“Well…” Scully sat down next to him and surrendered. “Okay, I have no idea. But seriously, Mulder, you can’t blame it all on a random seductive guy.”

“Seductive, huh? Would he be able to seduce you, Scully?”

“He is not my type, so probably not.”

Mulder looked at her with a smirk on his face.

“You know, Scully, we’ve worked together for so long and I still don’t know what your type is.”

“Well, I know yours. Women with large breasts, preferably blonde.”

“You’re wrong,” Mulder said nonchalantly.

“Your tapes, magazines and calendars beg to differ. ”

He chuckled and then they both looked at the small TV in front of them, which was now playing images of a security camera that followed the first dead victim through a grocery store. Sam was approached by a man who extended his hand and did exactly what they saw at the diner.

“Same guy,” Mulder said.

Scully’s reply never left her throat, for the sound behind them was more important: keys had been turned and they had just been locked inside. 

What the hell?

They rushed to the door, Scully turning the knob to try to force it open and Mulder shouting for an explanation.

The sheriff went by the window that could somewhat be seen through the blinds and signaled that he would be calling Mulder.

“What is going on, sheriff? Why did you lock us in?,” Mulder was quick to say as soon as he answered the phone.

Scully had given up on the door and came closer to hear what the other man was saying.

“The mayor asked me to lock you in. He’s locked everyone that has acted suspiciously  or has reported any type of malaise in the past few days. He’s also making sure that everyone who has had any type of interaction with those people at some point stays home. He believes it is a virus and that we should control it before it spreads any further. 

“It is NOT a virus, sheriff. We have a suspect, we just need some time to prove it.”

Scully seemed to refrain from sighing when she jumped in.

“Look, sheriff. There are several avenues of investigation here and we need to rule some of them out. But we have to be free to do our jobs!”

“You’ve been in recent contact with some of the people infected. You may be the next in line.”

With that, the sheriff hung up and left Mulder and Scully on their own.

SHERIFF’S OFFICE – A FEW MORE TAPES AND LONG MINUTES LATER

“Okay, bask in the glory: you were right. It seems this man has had physical contact with everyone on the list we were given.”

“If there were anything we could do about that now, I would kiss you for agreeing with me for the first time in years.”

Scully ignored his comment, as usual, and Mulder ran both his hands through his hair while pacing the room.

Scully picked up the phone then and, in a few seconds, she was talking to someone.

“Sheriff, please listen to me. There is a man we think is somehow connected to all this. Could you please go check on him? His name is Aaron Johnson and he is possibly the latest person to move in to Braunfond”

Mulder stopped walking in order to pay attention to Scully, but he knew the moment she hung up that they would be staying in that room for longer than he had anticipated.

“He said we need to wait until the mayor rules out contagion by contact. A couple of hours will do, apparently, because that’s how long people usually stay in this trance.”

“And who exactly will help him with that task?”

“I have no idea.”

She finished with a sigh, throwing her phone haphazardly next to the small TV they had just been watching. 

Mulder walked towards the sheriff’s desk and sat on top of it, as if this was his revenge for having been locked there.

“Did you ever think you’d go through situations like this when you first joined me, Scully?”

Scully chuckled as she shook her head.

“Everything about you is completely different than what I had pictured before we met.”

She walked towards him slowly, as if not really paying attention to what she was doing.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly.

She got closer, maybe too close if you looked from the outside, and stopped right in front of him.

He tapped his index finger on her arm a few times while he uttered his next question.

“I haven’t heard this before. How had you pictured me?”

She didn’t bat an eye before answering.

“Someone who thought he was above others, who didn’t care about the rules because he knew nothing really happened when he broke them. Cocky. Self-confident to the point of being arrogant due to his good looks and brilliant mind.”

“I appreciate you not telling me all that when we first met.” 

They laughed quietly together as she nodded. 

“Also, thank you for that last part. I never knew you thought I was good-looking.”

She couldn’t hide her surprise.

“There are things that are just obvious, Mulder. No one in their right mind could say you’re anything other than handsome.”

His cheeks got a little more color and his smile a little bit wider.

“I guess it just surprises me that someone as beautiful as you would think that of me, you know.”

His voice was low, almost as if his words were a secret that not even the walls could hear.

Her blush was visible, and she tried to hide it with sound.

“Well, this is surprising. I don’t think there's anything particularly spectacular about me.”

“No? How about these big blue eyes? And this nose that fits right in?” He pinched her nose jokingly and she giggled. “Your beautiful cheekbones…” His eyes and fingers followed his words, touching the very part he was talking about. Slowly, his fingers acted of their own accord and trailed a path to the corner of her mouth.

“And these cherry lips are definitely a highlight.”

His thumb ran along her bottom lip slowly and her hand grabbed some of his thigh as a reflex. They both gasped at the same time.

“Maybe this is indeed a virus and we have already been infected, Scully.”

His thumb left her lips and gently went down her chin, while his other fingers touched her neck only enough to leave goosebumps on their wake. She closed her eyes.

“I’ve never caught a virus that felt this good.”

“I second that.”

He just observed her facial expression as he kept moving his fingers as slow as he could, his mouth opening to let some more air into his lungs. He was so caught in the moment that her voice sounded like an unwanted interruption when she spoke.

“We are clearly not in our right minds, Mulder. This is not how we normally act. This is not how we are supposed to act.”

She opened her eyes and found his staring back as he dropped his hand to his lap.

“Sometimes I wish your rationality weren’t so damn on point.”

He smiled weakly and then got off the desk as she took a few steps back.

“I’ll just sit on the floor to stay at a safe distance, okay?”

She nodded and took her place at the chair behind the desk. At least there was a barrier between them.

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MAYOR SEAN WEST’S OFFICE - 4:30 P.M.

Mayor Sean West was having coffee in his office, looking out the window and appreciating the view. With half the population already locked inside their homes, all he could see was a few people here and there, as if the apocalypse had suddenly hit the town.

Although he was concerned about the next few hours, he was sure this had been the right thing to do. 

He smiled as Aaron Johnson stopped right in front of his window and extended his hand to Amber Griffin, a friend of his daughter’s. It was nice to have someone like him in town; always nice, always greeting people, shaking their hands as if it were the first time they were meeting.

There may be something between Aaron and Amber, West thought, as it took them quite a while to let go of each other’s hands and to stop staring at each other. Would he be getting a wedding invitation soon?

Aaron and Amber parted ways not long after that, but it only took a few more steps for another man to bump into the kind outsider that had now become part of the family. Again, Aaron extended his hand, the man shook it, and they got caught in that same trance-like state that had happened with Amber. 

Weird, the mayor thought, but it was none of his business.

Then the strangest thing happened.

The man Aaron had just greeted suddenly sped up and caught up with Amber. Amber turned around suddenly, as if she had been programmed to do it at that time, and kissed the man with such eagerness that it made the mayor’s jaw drop for a second. What the hell was happening?

His eyes turned back to where Aaron was still standing, shaking another guy's hand. And then a woman came and shook his hand too. And then another man. And suddenly their hands were all over each other, except Aaron’s.

Aaron was, instead, watching and laughing.

Was it possible the FBI was right?

Sean took his phone and dialed fast, not really sure what to say first. He just spat the words out as they came to him:

“Sheriff, send your men to Aaron Johnson’s house right away and take him into custody. We need to question him about his connection to all this craziness. And free those FBI agents – they might have been right all along.”

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SHERIFF’S OFFICE - 4:45 P.M

It is hard to say how long they sat there, trying to avoid eye contact or even risk a conversation. Mulder had found a baseball somewhere and was throwing it up and down, while Scully read newspapers that were at least a month old.

It was why Mulder’s voice startled Scully when he broke the silence.

“Scully, I’m sorry, but it’s too hot in here. I need to get rid of some of my clothes. Do you mind?”

He was already undoing his tie and his fingers were quick to unbutton his shirt just enough for air to get in.

“I think they forgot we were in here and turned off the air conditioning. And it’s funny because I could swear it wasn’t this hot just a minute ago. If you don’t mind either…”

She reached for her nylons and quickly pulled them out from under her skirt, then threw them onto the desk and let out a sigh of relief.

“Skilful,” Mulder said with a smirk.

“Sometimes we learn a few tricks when we have to be quick.”

Her smirk back was followed by a raised eyebrow, but she decided to stop it right there. Starting a conversation about places and situations where she’d had to remove her clothes quickly was not at all a topic that would help them cool down.

Scully started fanning herself with her hands, then with the newspaper, until she realized it wasn’t making any difference.

“If you want to take your shirt off, I won’t mind,” Mulder said, observing the whole scene. “And I mean that respectfully. I promise I won’t ogle you, virus or no virus.”

“I won’t hold it against you if you do, though. Like I said, we are not exactly in our right minds.”

Even though a part of her told her she shouldn’t, she unbuttoned her shirt down to below her breasts, revealing her everyday black bra and popping-out boobs.

Mulder wet his lips with his tongue as he saw her like that, but he didn’t make any comments. Instead, he unbuttoned his shirt completely and took it off.

Scully realized just then that Mulder seemed to be feeling hotter than she was.

“Let me take a look at you, Mulder. You don’t seem well.”

“I’m fine, Scully. You’d better stay where you are, I mean it. It’s just the heat and this possible damn virus.”

She ignored his request and walked towards him, sitting onto her feet to check his temperature with her hands. All was normal, apparently, despite the whole situation.

Her fingers refused to let go of his skin, though, and it didn’t take long for them to go from his forehead to his neck, and then slowly run along his collarbone. Her eyes followed her fingers, and when they made their way up his neck and stopped at his chin, she caught him staring at her intently.

“I told you not to come here, didn’t I?”

She nodded, while he placed an errand lock of hair behind her ear and let his fingers wander along her jawline.

Her thumb moved gently to his bottom lip and rested there, as if it had finally found its home.

“I’m running out of willpower,” she whispered, “please, don’t hold my possible next actions against me.”

“It’s the virus,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her thumb as he spoke. “There is nothing I could hold against you.”

His tongue darted a bit out then and licked her thumb, just enough for them to realize they were doomed.

It was just a matter of seconds until she replaced her thumb with her mouth.

Their lips almost caught fire as they touched each other, moving, biting, tongue-fighting.

He pulled her by the waist, let go of her lips, licked his way down her neck as she panted and closed her eyes. Her nails went up and down his forearm while the other hand kneaded all the bare flesh she could find.

She moved a bit and straddled him without thinking twice, her tongue invading his mouth again and her bottom feeling his growing erection.

His hands lifted her skirt up and, in a moment, they were full with the flesh of her backside.

She moaned in his mouth, begged him to keep going by biting his lower lip, showed him how much more she wanted by running her hands through his belt to try to find a way to get rid of it.

But the sound that could be his belt opening was actually coming from the door: it was being unlocked.

“Agents, you’re free to…” The sheriff entered the room and couldn’t finish his sentence before taking a good look at what was happening. It was only after the initial shock had passed that he was able to continue.

“The mayor wants to see you. Apparently you were right and Aaron was the person behind all this. I sent my men to his house, but he had vanished when they got there. I don’t really understand what’s going on, but Aaron left you a note.”

He handed Scully a small piece of paper that she and Mulder read together.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay and chat, agents, but I want you to know I had lots of fun playing with the toys in this town. I hope you did too. Maybe we will see each other again one of these days.

The sheriff closed the door behind him, and Mulder and Scully just looked at each other for a while, not able to utter all the thoughts that were suddenly all mixed up in their heads.

Scully stood up first and Mulder followed, both getting properly dressed again without even looking at each other.

It was only when Scully opened the door so they could get out that Mulder spoke up.

“Scully, if there was no virus and we didn’t have any contact with Aaron then…”

“Yeah, I know.” She took a deep breath before she continued. “Power of suggestion. We’ve seen it happen before, right?”

Mulder nodded.

“Right.”

Before he could say anything else, Scully turned around and started walking towards the exit.

Silence reigned throughout the car ride to the mayor’s office and then back to their motel.

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Braunfond Motel - 7 P.M

Scully took her room key out of her purse, but Mulder just stood there and watched as she did so, not knowing exactly what to do himself.

“um… Scully?”

She looked at him, eyes seeming a little frightened, maybe sad.

“Why don’t you come to my room instead? I think we need to… um.. talk, you know?”

A shadow of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She nodded.

“Okay,” she whispered.

She followed him into the room and he had barely closed the door behind them when she blurted out in a low voice.

“I lied before. It wasn’t just the power of suggestion. I wanted that. I truly wanted that.”

“Wanted? Past tense?”

She shook her head and courageously locked eyes with him.

“No. Want. Present tense. Unless you…”

He didn’t let her finish. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her lips passionately, his fingers getting lost in her hair while his tongue joined hers in mutual pleasure.

He led them to the bed, lying on top of her, then kissing her mouth once again while his hands roamed over whatever part of her body he was able to touch over her clothes.

Her hands were quick to undo his belt this time, to unbutton the bottom part of his shirt with one single pull, to touch his bare skin and feel the packs in his abdomen.

She brought her hand down his body, her fingers slowly finding their way into his pants and boxers, and he grunted as she got closer and closer to his cock.

“Scully,” he managed to say, even though it sounded like a moan. “I need you to know that this is not just physical to me. I mean, I can’t even say how long I’ve dreamed of you like this, but… my whole heart is in it, not only my body. There’s still time for you to walk away, no hard feelings.”

Her reply was a smile, a freaking huge smile, teeth showing and all.

“My whole heart is in it too, if that makes you feel better.”

She kissed him slowly and gently just to prove her point, and he would have kept on smiling if she hadn’t reached his cock and freed it from the prison of his clothes.

Although he would have easily gotten off with just the movement of her hands and the sexy, lustful way with which she stared at him, he made sure to leave her completely naked (and wet) before they moved any further.

His lips on her mons generated sparks along her body; his tongue on her clit lit the fire.

But it was only when he penetrated her deeply that they both felt complete, silently blessing Aaron for all the wrong things that had led them to this moment of bliss.

They avidly took every ounce of pleasure they could from each other’s bodies, until they ended up with Scully riding Mulder slowly, eyes locked on his, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as his thumb circled her clit. She gyrated her hips a bit faster, knowing that’s what it would take to get moans out of him and to speed up her orgasm.

It didn’t take long for the spasms to start making themselves known and for his eyes to close as he jerked his hips up once, twice, three times. The third time hit her G-spot and it was such an intense orgasm that it drove him to come right after, for the look on her face and the way she moaned and called his name were all too much for him to stand any longer.

“This is what I call ending a case with a bang,” she whispered happily in his ear as she collapsed onto him.

“I’m glad you finally agree that sex makes everything better.”

He searched for her mouth and kissed her slowly as he gently changed their position so they could rest on their side.

She didn’t open her eyes after their lips parted, and he followed her into slumber just shortly after.

#the x files #mulder and scully #msr #fanfic #mulder and scully fanfic #fanfic exchange #todayinfic

[peachyteabuck]

Ok so I came across femdom content and I was like mhmm kinda like it but I think I would prefer to be the sub so my mind got to wondering down a very nasty freaky road!

Ex lovers who became friends (the relationship wasn’t working because the FxM duo were both doms so they broke up but stayed friends and would often talk about the world of Dom X sub and the different dynamics they face both being doms to the opposite sex) so they decided to have a “play date with their subs! But the female Dom and her subs ends up claiming the female sun for themselves in the end!

The fake sun who will eventually be called kitten ends up calling the female Dom daddy and the female Dom loved it so much that the name stuck!

(Dom!Female X sub! Male x sub! Female)

The female Dom having a bratty sub who loves to talk back and loves to see what he can do to piss off his mistress. He wears a tight collar that his mistress forces him to wear in public even has a leash she tugs everytime they pass by a group of men. And he is also made to wear those chastity things around his cock along with a butt plug with the words “property of Mistress ____(I can’t come up with a name right now) the mistress sees her sub more as a pet to play with

The male Dom having a sweet obedient sub who wears pretty lace lingerie sets that have a soft color full body harness over it. Nipple jewelry for stimulation (the non piercing type) a jewelry piece made just for her clit (the non piercing type. Idk even know if you can get that pierced) and a soft colored heart shaped jeweled butt plug. The male Dom sees his sub as a pillow princess he can put in any position to fuck.

So they decided who was going to host and planned accordingly making sure that their subs were ok with everything. The male sub being bratty giving rude answers like “great you’re inviting more of your desperate friends over so they can get their pussies licked by yours truly!” With an eyeroll which earned him a few spanks with a studded belt.

The female sub responded with “I’ve never done anything like this! What if-” and her Dom had to reassure her that he would stop everything at the sign of her being uncomfortable before giving her a couple of kisses.

And then they met at the female doms house.

Her sub being lead around on all fours completely naked except for the ‘toys’ his mistress put on/in him.

The female sub never seeing a man in that position blushed a bit.

“She’s adorable! Let me take your cost sweetheart!” The female Dom offered and after another reassuring look the female sub look off her long coat and politely handed it to the female Dom instantly showing off her pretty lingerie that adorned her beautiful body.

The male sub felt himself harden against the confines of the charity cage.

He’s never seen such a beautiful woman adorned in pretty lingerie in person before.

“This is (Male Dom name) and his sub (female sub name)! This is my pet (Male sub name)” the female Dom introduced ready to get the show on the road.

“Okay so i was thinking we can start by seeing how much of a good girl she really is while my little pussy licker gets her nice and wet.” The female dom suggested leading to her play room she got ready for them.

“You okay with that baby?” The male Dom asks his sub. She nodded with a shy smile “yes daddy”

The male dom helped his sub remove the lace panties before getting her situated between his legs, her leaning back on his chest and his large hands holding her thick soft thighs open to reveal her pretty pussy that was adorned with a piece of jewelry around her clit and the butt plug invading her eyes.

The female dom hummed at the sight before tugging her sub over to the couple.

“Lick her pussy like you lick mine! I want you to get her to cum on your tongue in less than 5 minutes!” His mistress ordered

“If you cum with out my permission than your getting a spanking and not on your beautiful ass baby girl! Oh no daddy is going to spank your pretty pussy do you understand?” The male Dom asked. The female sub whimpers at the thought of a potential spanking and nodded and quick eyes with wide eyes she uses to get him to be more softer towards her.

The male sub began licking. Making sure he focused on the clit that hid behind the sterling sliver piece that encircled it. Once he got his tongue behind the small piece of jewelry he didn’t stop stimulating it with his tongue but he wanted more of her. He wanted to remove the jewelry to get even more of her clit so he can suck it between his warm lips.

The Female sub felt hot and breathless. Her moaning coming out as a beautiful broken song. Her legs wanted to close and lock him between her thighs for ever. It felt so good to finally have someone’s tongue give her pussy the proper attention she needed. Her Dom only ever able to truly get her to come was with toys! She had to fake it every time he fucked her or fingered her and he rarely ever ate her out.

Her moans had the male sub feeling high with pride! His hips subconsciously rolled against the floor.

The Female Sub was right at the edge of her orgasm and she was tittling right on the edge but she had to stay strong so she wouldn’t get punished. Her Dom wasn’t good at giving orgasms but where he lacked in that department he made up for it in the punishing department.

“Such a pretty little thing trying so hard to follow orders!” The female Dom cooed pressing a small kiss on the female subs cheek before she pushed her subs face into the female subs pussy urging him to get her to cum. And then she started begging her Dom to let her cum on the verge of tears just like he liked it. The male Dom looked over at his friend.

“Should I let her?” He asked wrapping his hand around her neck restricting her air ways a bit.

“Please do! I want to see her face when she orgasms and makes a mess all over my puppy’s tongue.” The female Dom snickers grabbing a fist full of her subs hair and forcefully moving his face up and down against the female subs pussy. He stuck his tongue out flat while his mistress did so. Shaking his head side to side once she let go and made a loud slurping sound that made the female sub cry out abut louder and made her plead once more to her Dom.

“Go ahead baby girl.” He tells her as he watched over her shoulder as her pussy twitches against his friend’s subs tongue. Something he only fell witness to when he used battery operated toys on her.

The female sub shook in her doms hand as she came on the tongue of the male sub. The male subs cock ached against the cage his mistress put on him.

“Her pussy gets nice and gushy when aroused.” The female Dom noted aloud “she’s a little filthy slut that likes having her legs held open while her pussy gets licked and my puppy did a good job getting her all nice and wet!” The female Dom cooed in the beginning of the sentence but then turned her cooing into a mocking sound when she kneeled next to her sub who was happily licking his lips and smirking at her with a glaring defiance in his eyes.

“Did I tell you to hump the floor like a desperate little whore?” She asked waning forward to lick the a spot he didn’t get too yet. A little annoyed by his mistress’s actions the male sub huffed and rolled his eyes.

“I was humping the floor? I didn’t notice I was doing such a thing! I guess (female sub name)’s pussy is so good it makes a man want to cum just by tonguing it.” He said with a snarky tone. “So good I want to worship it in hopes it’ll give me a filthy baptism.” He went on loving the way his mistress’s eyes flared at him! She grabbed his caged cock and yanked it ward in her direction. “She doesn’t own you! I do! And if you keep this up you’ll be sitting in the corner wearing your anal hook in a very uncomfortable position while me and (male doms name) have a fun with her. I might even kick you to the curb and steal her! After all I think I deserve a sub who actually behaves for me and a gorgeous one at that too!” She told her sub before harshly back handing him.

“You wouldn’t mind being my sub now would you? Such a beauty like a sweet little kitten!” The female Dom cooed leaning forward to blow gentle air on to the female subs face making the female sub blush shyly and shiver.

“She’s never been with the same sex.” Male Dom cuts in after watching the whole ordeal go down.

“Would you be open to it sweet pea?” The female Dom asked.

“I d-don’t know- I’ve been curious at times-”

“Maybe later when you feel more comfortable to think it over?” The female Dom said moving away.

“I think she’s nice and wet right?” The male Dom asked moving a hand to insert a finger into his subs pussy. Pushing in and out of her before removing his fingers and whipping her wetness off his finger on to her thigh. An act that made the male sub pout. He would’ve sucked the wetness off his finger if he fingered her. “Such a waste.” He mumbled under his breath.

The female Dom yanked his leash closer to her and dug her stiletto nails into his cheeks.

“You must really like the taste of her pussy! And her! I do too! But she’s not ours so savor every moment.” She told him before releasing his face.

“Now I’m going to take this off and you’re going to lay on the floor do you understand?” She asked he undoing the cage around his cock.

“Yes mistress!” He answered, eager to feel some relief.

His mistress tsk watching him grow and harden to his fullest. “Her pussy tasted that amazing?” She asked harshly slapping the tip making him hiss at the sting before letting out a light moan at the pain.

“Yes mistress.” He answered once again glancing at the female sub who watched shyly in the arms of her Dom. He couldn’t help but find her gorgeous! He soft brown skin, her beautiful face that had the most soft full looking lips he wanted to kiss and feel around his cock if his mistress allowed it and those eyes that had faux innocence in them. He can tell that she had so much pinned up desire that wasn’t allowed to run wild while she was under the reign of her Dom! The same type of desire similar to his mistress’s the only difference was that he can tell that she was submissive by nature. She wanted to be taken care of and her Dom wasn’t doing a good job at it. But he knew that he and his mistress could take care of her easily without any struggle. If only they could call her theirs.

“Down!” His mistress orders again after finding where his wondering eyes was at. She smirked knowing just how much her sun wanted her friends sub to join them. “(Male doms name) can female sub come here please?) she asked interrupting her friend from fondling his subs tits over her lace bra.

She wanted to roll her eyes! How did the oaf get such a beautiful subby woman female Dom would never know! He couldn’t even fondle her tits correctly to pull some reaction out of her. He just squeezed them and jiggled them like a complete idiot.

The male Dom released his sub and urged her to go over to the female Dom and do what she says.

“Can we take off your bra?” The female Dom asked playfully snapping a bra strap. The female sub looks over at her Dom who rolled his eyes “do what she says baby! Don’t embarrass me! Be the good girl you love to be praised as and take off the bra!” The male Dom said standing up and moving to a chair that the female Dom usually sat in while her sub laid at her feet.

Shyly she took off her bra revealing the non piercing nipple rings that encircled her harden nipple.

“So pretty and soft looking. Can I touch you?” The female Dom asked. Her mouth almost watering at the sight of the soft ample flesh. Sure she found the female subs hips, thighs, ass, and pussy gorgeous but she had a soft spot for tits.

“Y-yes.” The female sub whispered. A blush dusting her cheeks yet again. The female Dom couldn’t help but find it adorable when the female sub blushed.

“You’re so adorable.” The female dom told the female sub as she gently caressed her breast. Noticing how her gentle touches made the female sub shiver and push into her welcoming hands slightly. The female Dom took this as an opportunity to get a bit closer.

“He hasn’t been a very good daddy dom huh?”

She whispered in the female subs ear moving her fingers to play with the female subs nipples. The sensitive bundle of nerves being even more simulated caused a new fire to light in the female sub.The female Dom caught the small broken moan that barely made it passed the female subs lips.

“Mhmm!” The female sub whimpers softly her nails digging into her palm as the female dom continues to play with her sensitive jeweled nipples.

“Poor thing thought she was getting a daddy dom that was going to be able to make her cum and take care of her but he failed to do so without the help of toys! That’s not what real daddy doms do baby! Real daddy doms make sure that their slutty babies cum for them unless they been really bad but you! Your such a good little kitten a shy little kitten that deserves to cum each time and he can only make that happen with toys.” The female Dom went on wispering in the female subs ear, enjoying the way the the female sub whimpers and panted in her ear in return. With a smile the female Dom stepped back to see the female subs nipples a bit red and still hard as pebbles.

“Swipe between your pussy lips I want to see how much wetter you are.” She ordered the female sub. Biting her bottom lip the female sub does as she was told bring her fingers back up to show the glob of clear wetness that coated her fingers.

“You’re such a little slut kitten! He neglects you that much?” She whispered so her friend couldn’t hear her talking shut about him. The female sub nodded almost ashamed at the fact that she’s been so sexually neglected. “That can all change if you break up with him! My puppy wants you desperately! I want you! You’ll never go neglect-”

“Shit shit shit!” The female Dom was interrupted by her friend who just came in his hand. Watching his girlfriend get fondled by his ex really made him horny.

“I-I don’t k-know?” The female sub stuttered nervously.

“You have plenty of time to decide.” The female Dom tells her taking her the subs coated fingers into her mouth where she sucked them clean cause another wave of wetness to erupt from the female subs pussy.

“Go straddle my puppy kitten and don’t move till I say so.” The female Dom orders before looking over at her friend who was eyeing his girl like pray as he continued to stroke his softening cock. “Really? Me playing with your girlfriends tits got you off!” She questions starring down at the average size limb.

“It was hot watching her experience something she’s never done before. And the subby look on her face while you whispered in her ear.” He chuckled releasing his cock before motioning towards his sub who was straddling his friends subs hips! Her pussy light caressing the base of the males cock.

“What are you about to make her do? I didn’t agree to him having his dick in her.” He said pointing a finger at the scene before him.

“Relax she’s not about to ride him! She’s about to grind on his cock and make him cum all over his stomachs. You can sit back and watch how I handle your girl and my puppy” she smirked walking over to the two.

“Hi puppy!” She taunts her sun as she squats over his face! Her wet pussy over his face. “Do you feel her dripping on your cock?” The female Dom laughed evilly noticing how red in the face he was and how the tip of his cock was an angry red. “Awe you made him work himself up in such a small amount of time kitten! You see how red and angry his cock is? That’s all for you. Isn’t it puppy?” The female Dom asked her sub. He wanted to say something snarky but he didn’t want to loose the chance to feel the beautiful subs warm wet pussy on his cock. “Yes mistress!” He answered hoping she would order the beauty to begin what ever she told her to do with him.

“She’s going to rub her pussy on your cock until you cum all over yourself while you worship your actual mistress’s pussy. Because I own your bratty ass.” She tells him. He nodded eagerly desperate to feel the warmth of the beauty’s pussy on him.

“Start kitten!” The female Dom instructed.

The female sub lower her position just a little more and began rolling her hips. The feeling of her wetness made the male sub moan but the sounds were smothered by his mistress’s pussy. He began licking and sucking wishing he could watch the beautiful sub hump his length.

The female dom couldn’t help but smirk at the way her subs cock look smothered beneath her friends subs pussy and her juices. “Kitten you neglecting his tip! You see how much redder it’s getting?” He heard his mistress scowled with a fake angry tone before feel her shit forward on his to the point where was lifted off.

He hissed feeling the feeling sub give his tip attention before hearing a couple loud popping sounds and the female sub moaning out in surprise and please.

“See just like that! Good girl! Make sure your rubbing your cli- yes kitten!” He heard his mistress praise along with the female sub moaning slightly loudly like she was becoming less shy of what she wanted.

“Good girl!” He heard his mistress praise her again before hearing the what he figured was his mistress slapping the female subs ass.

The male sub felt dizzy and underneath the the two women. His orgasm right there and the thought of the beauty potential being covered in his and her cum making a nasty messy he’s more than willing to clean up set him over the edge. Both women watched as the male sub orgasmed. The feeling of his hips uncontrollable thrusting up bouncing her slightly as thick ribbons of his cum painted his stomach and chest almost had the female sub under hypnosis. She never seen a man cum like that nor that much. “Fuc-” he was cut off by his mistress sticking two of her fingers that she covered in his cum into his mouth to shut him up.

“Kitten didn’t cum, now did you kitten?” His mistress asked.

‘Fuck!’ He mentally cursed knowing that one of his mistress’s rules for him to never orgasm before her or anyone of her female guest she invited over.

“And kitten was having so much fun making a mess of you!” His mistress tsked standing up to make her way over to the female sub.

“I’m sorry mistress I wasn’t thin-” he shut his mouth after receiving her glare.

“Can I help you finish?” His mistress asked the female sub.

The female sub curiosity began to grow more so she nodded curious to know how exactly was a dominatrix was going to help her orgasm.

“No no! Don’t get up stay right on his cock! We are going to punish his while making sure you orgasm” his mistress announces strangling behind the female sub. Both men watched from their positions, the male sub in a more lucky position as they watched the female Dom pushes the female sub’s back against her chest a hand on the subs hips and her other hand wrapping itself around the subs neck.

Both men harden as the female Dom rolled her hips causing the female subs hips to push forward grinding her sensitive clit against the mistress’s sub’s cock. The female Dom pushed the female subs hips back against her pelvis before starting and repeating the process.

The female sub wanted to let go into that safe warm space in her mind while allowing her body to accept every pleasurable feeling she was enduring. Her eyes glossed her Turing into big doe eyes as she and the female Dom held eye contact. Her moans coming out softly as she finally got lost in the pleasure she was shy about.

“That’s it sweet pea! Let go! Just embrace! I got it all handled.” The female Dom assured her moving her hand from the subs neck down to her nipples to play with once more.

“You should let us have her! She’d be in better hands!” She eyes her friend who was palming himself to the sight of his ex basically leading his subby girlfriend into an orgasm.

“What- no!”

His girlfriend moaned louder as his ex speed up the movements her sub moaning along underneath watching as his mistress help the female sub work herself on his cock and play with her nipples.

“Faster! P-please…” the female sub begged quietly her eyes closing gently as she focused on the please.

“You want my girlfriend?!”

“Puppy wants her too! Isn’t that right puppy?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Daddy!” She whimpers when she feels her orgasm just a second away.”

“Fuck yes!” The male sub repeated his words after he heard the female sub moan them above him.

“Poor kitten is a submissive with a daddy kink but doesn’t have a daddy dom that properly fucks her! Look at her! Did you just call me daddy kitten?” The female Dom asked rocking her hips forward causing the female subs orgasm to wash over her. She moans her fingers digging into her own thighs as the female Dom stimulates her by continuing to push her hips back and forth on the male subs cock. “More daddy-”

“Excuse me!” The male Dom questioned pissed. This caused the female sub to quickly sober up and turn back into the shy woman she was when this whole night began.

“We agreed that feeling would be off the table! The night is still young!” The female Dom reminded her friend knowing that some feelings were caught by the three on the floor.

“No I’m done!” The male Dom announces not liking how his sub called someone else daddy.

“Are you done kitten?” The female Dom asked patting the sub on the tummy. She shook her head no shyly hungry for more.

“You can sit and watch if you want but your girlfriend is enjoying herself.” The female Dom announced!

Smirking the dominatrix stood up and went to go get a few toys and accessories.

A strap on, a wand vibrator, some lube and a collar and leash set for ‘kitten’

“We are going to have fun!” She announces holding up the items. And she couldn’t help but tsk even more when she watched as the female sub eyes widened in excitement when she saw the collar and leash.

“Do you indulge in any of her fantasies?” She asked her friend who was still grumbling in his seat.

The female Dom placed the collar around the female subs neck before hooking the leash to it. Tugging on it slightly she received a moan back. “Safe word is?” She asked the two. “Red!” The male sun answered before looking down at the female sub to make sure she knew. She starred up at him with shy eyes before repeating the words. She was a little awe struck at the fact that she just now realize that he toward over everyone in the room and was built bigger than her Dom! Just a tall and muscular man who loves being dominated and she felt a bit more shyer feeling her size kink also creeping up. “She is so adorable!” The male sub teased wanting to pinch the female subs cheek.

“I know puppy I just want to lock her up in a cute comfy cage and keep her safe and sound!” The female Dom said putting on her strap on before slapping the thick long dildo before snickering and going to get condoms.

“Hands and knees on the couch kitten!” The female Dom instructed picking up the leash and leading her to the couch.

Like the obedient little slut she is she got into the position she was told making sure her arms and knees were spread to support her body weight and the impact she was about to endure.

“Your obedience and the fact that you don’t talk back is so fucking sexy kitten! Unlike some other sub I know!” The female Dom shot her sub a glare as she kneeled behind the female sub.

“You love that I’m a brat and talk back! I keep you on your toes!” Her sub rolled his eyes his eyes never leaving the female subs body. He bit his lips watching as his mistress rubbed her faux cock against the folds of the female subs pussy. The same faux cock that he had to make out of a clone a Willy where he had to mix and dip his cock into the mixture and kept himself aroused until it dried, take himself out of it and pour in the silicone mix forever cloning his cock! The same one his mistress fucked him with when he pissed her off so bad on the same day when he told her she doesn’t own his cock!

The female sub whimpers feeling the thickness stretch her open.

“Relax kitten! Open your legs up more! I have a feeling you’re slutty ass can take this cock!” The way his mistress said it made him shiver.

He watched as his mistress slowly eased the dildo inside of the subs pussy taking a few breaks to allow the female sub to get uses to the stretch.

The female Dom left out a triumphant laugh when she thrust in the rest of the dildo into the female subs pussy.

A thick strand of wetness dripping down on the couch made both men curse under their breath.

“Good girl!” The female Dom kissed the female subs back before slapping her ass! The male sub moan seeing the way the female subs ass jiggle from the impact.

“Now your real daddy dom is going to fuck you good and you’re going to get this dildo nice and wet for puppy alright kitten!” The female Dom announces and snickers when she caught the eyes of her friends disapproving looking and she held it as she began fucking his sub. Smacking her ass on occasion.

The female sub felt like she was in heaven. She never been fucked like this! Her moans getting caught in her throat until the female Dom yanked her leash and demanded her to call her daddy again like the good obedient slut she was and of course she did what she was told almost crying it out.

She felt her pussy spasming uncontrollably and she didn’t think she could hold it “I’m going to cum daddy!” She announces her pussy clenching and her fingers digging into the pillow left on the couch so no one would claw into the couch.

“Daddy I don’t think I can-please can I cum daddy?” She asked breathlessly before her mouth went agape releasing all the silent moans.

“Go ahead kitten! Cum for daddy.” The female Dom smirked rolling her hips in small circles to really dig into kittens guts as she came on her dildo.

Feeling satisfied and lightheaded kitten slumped over into the face down ass up position once the female Dom slowly pulled out leaving her pussy un full and clenching around nothing

The female Dom felt really accomplished giving her ex’s girlfriend something her ex failed to give! A really really good fucking.

“Are you up for more kitten?” She asked standing up.

The female sub still high on her orgasm moaned and nodded “more please?”

“Please what kitten?” She asked already knowing the next words.

“Please daddy.”

The female Dom was on a power trip! She gets to dominate a man that can easily put her out her in ‘place’ and now a beautiful woman is submitting herself to her and calling her daddy while doing so! Nobody could tell her shit at this point.

“You’ve done anal?” The female Dom asked

Kitten nods her head her ass clenching around the plug she inserted into her after making sure she was nice and clean.

“You want to fuck me in my-”

“Maybe another time! But I’m sure puppy is more than happy to do it today!”

Kitten eyed the large man who did kinda look like a puppy instead of an intimidating persons.

“Are you okay with that?” The female Dom asked.

“Yes daddy.” She answered feeling her get even wetter.

“He’s so big! She murmured looking away to look at the female Dom.

“And you like that don’t you?” The female Dom asked. She caught how big and glossy eyed kittens eyes gotten once she realized just how big and tall her puppy was.

Kitten shyly nodded blushing a bit.

“A daddy kink and a size kink and you like to be on a leash! You’re a nasty little thing that as it seems (the male Dom) didn’t indulge in.” She tsked fingers tracing over the pretty plug before pulling at it and letting it go a few times motioning for puppy to bring over the lube.

Kitten moaned feeling the familiar warm sensation she loved when she did anal play with herself.

She gasp when the plug was removed all together and the feeling of cold thick liquid covering her puckering hole had her grasping at the pillow again. A hum vibrates from her throat when she felt two slender fingers slip inside stretching her out just a bit more making sure the lube coated her.

“Puppy put you two fingers in too! I want to make sure kitten is nice a lubed up for you! Don’t want to hurt our little kitten now do we?” The female Dom asked placing a kiss on kittens right ass cheek.

Happy to join in puppy kneeled behind kitten lubed up his fingers and added them to kitten asshole that already swallowed the female doms two slender fingers.

Kitten loudly moaned out a broken moan feeling the two extra fingers. The two watched as kittens pussy dripped from the simulation and attention her ass was getting.

Puppy licked his lips watching as kitten made a mess wanting to so badly lap at her dripping folds.

“Go ahead puppy soothe our kitten!” The female Dom gave permission to her sun. She loved the way kitten made such pretty sounds that were oh so slutty. And she love it more that she and puppy made her make those sounds. She watched as her puppy hungrily lapped up kittens fucked pussy and he fingered her ass with his thicker fingers in preproduction of taking him.

“Add more lube pup and then enter her.” The female Dom demanded ready to see her sub fuck about her sun while she fucks him.

Both subs moaned at the feeling of each other. Kittens being sweet and softer while puppy moaned out a serious of curse words and “her ass is too fucking tight!”

“You wanted her and this is how I want you to fuck her!” The female dom told him pushing the large man to lay more on kitten resulting in her being completely pinned under him and his weight. Kitten couldn’t help but feel tiny and defenseless under the man making her even more submissive. She can almost feel herself turn mushy in the brain especially when puppy reached his hands under her to play with her nipple ring and insert two of his fingers into her pussy in an act of rebellion because his mistress didn’t tell him to do much a thing. She whimpered for him as he whispered “your such a little sex doll.”

The female Dom admired the two subs though she could barely see kitten she just knew that the little subby kitten was melting right under her puppy.

She removed her subs plug and tossed it to the side before squirting a good amount of lube over his hole! “Don’t break any of the rules Puppy!” The female Dom warms before pushing into in one go with our warning smirking when he let out a grunting “fuck”

His cock throbbing in kittens ass and she whimpers clenching around the large thing. The female Dom stood up in a slight squatting position as the two subs were face down as up. She began thrusting pulling both leashes as she watched puppy follow the same pattern she was doing to fuck kitten. That way they were in the same movement.

Puppy didn’t hold back his sounds of pleasure nor his dirty talk as he secretly played with kitten nipples an fingered her pussy.

“You feel so good kitten.” He said in a teasing tone.

“Mistress feels so good fucking my ass and it feels like I’m in heaven as I fuck yours! So tight!” He grunts moving his head to get closer to her face! Their lips inches away. “He never fucked you in your ass huh? Your so fucking tight it’s taking everything not to cum already!” He grinned kissing her pouting lips swallowing every moan that escapes her.

“After I do cum…fucking deep I’m going to beg mistress to let me clean you up! Make sure I get every last drip of my cum out of your ass! A nice big cream pie in such a beautiful little kitten. And you’ll love every second of it because I can see through the fake innocence in your eyes! You like to get nasty and filthy! Dreamed of being fucked like this!” He said against her lips and not once did she try to deny it. She so badly want to call him daddy too because of the way he made her feel under him but she knew that she shouldn’t. But that didn’t stop her from giving him such a submitted look causing him to curse “look so submissive under me!” He cheesed against her lips.

“I feel like I’m about to pee.” Kitten pouted but puppy smirked.

“She’s going to squirt mistress!” He informed his dominatrix! The female Dom cursed at the news not stopping her fucking!

“You’re going to squirt all over my fingers like a good fucking kitten!” He whispered in her ear so his mistress couldn’t hear him stepping past his roll!

“Fuck!” Kitten curse for the first time! Her body shook under his but he didn’t stop nor did the female Dom. “Took much!” She whimpered when she felt puppy’s fingers began to play with her clit as he steady fucked her ass just like his mistress is doing to him. “Oh she gushed this time!” Puppy cheering feeling kittens juice running down his fingers and arm and coating his legs as it gathered in little puddles. Kittens heart speedy up when she felt get finally orgasm hit her! Pussy creamy and dripping as she black out for a bit!

By the time she was awake again puppy was filing her ass up with his thick large load of cum! Mistress already detached herself from him and she sat watching as her puppy filled up kitten! His balls still full!

“Ok puppy! Your going to overwhelm our poor little kitten! You made her cum three times with her being under you! Let’s give her body a break!” The female Dom said pulling him away with his leash. Kitten whimpers when she felt her ass empty from the loss of his cock and feeling his cum drop down to her pussy.

“Shit!” He cursed fisting his cock to get the last remaining squirts of cum out as he watched kitten drip filthily.

“Can I clean up our mess mistress! I promise to lick up everything!” He tells her getting on his knees. The female Dom thought about it as she helped kitten lay in a more comfortable position.

“You did so good kitten!” She said kissing the woman on the cheek.

“I hope you know your ours now! We ruined you for your lame daddy dom. You’re going to stay my little kitten and I’ll be your daddy!” She smirks stroking kittens hair as kitten fights the sleep her body desperately wanted after having her body put in so much work taking everything. She whimpers unable to say anything.

“Alright puppy! Clean up our kitten but be gentle!” She told her Male sub who smirked and got to work with his skillful tongue as his mistress walking towards her ex and friend.

“Your girlfriend is ours now hate to break it to ya.” She tells him taking a seat in the other chair.

You seem great but I'm not reading all of that

#all communique has been redacted for your safety; #anon #long post / #im straight up just. not.

[sirensoftheweb]

BRITNEY SPEARS CLONED AND REPLACED?!?!?!

By: Hydra 🐍

Looks like you fell into the trap of conspiracies with that title huh?

I would like to start this discussion with the quote provided by Bridle saying, “We’re all looking at the same skies, but we’re seeing different things.” 

When I first read this, I was immediately transported back to a memory of visiting the 9/11 Memorial Museum in New York City. One of the “exhibits” (I put the word ‘exhibit’ in italics here because it feels wrong to describe these pieces as merely “art” on display for the public) was a wall filled with squares identical in size, yet significantly different in colour. The idea behind the installation is that many different people saw the sky that day, but all viewed it differently (almost exactly what Bridle mentioned in their quote!). Bob may have woke up, looked at the sky and said, “What a nice clear blue sky we have today,” but our perception of the colour blue may not be the same as Bob or anyone else for that matter. 

I guess the point I am getting at here is: no matter what we are presented with, we will each perceive (insert item) in a completely different way, unique to our individuality. 

Take Marcel Duchamp’s Fountain for example. Where I may be disgusted that someone has simply turned a urinal on its side, signed it, and called it “art,” someone else may view as beautiful; An everyday item that we don’t think to appreciate. If anything, the piece opened up major discussion of what “art” meant to each individual. Trust me when I say the artists and intellectuals of the world took little time to get their grippers on the “clearest” explanation of Fountain’s purpose and importance. 

As an Arts and Humanities student (advanced at that! Thanks SASAH!) that feels the pressure of abiding to the intellectual lifestyle, I can’t help but call upon notable philosopher: Immanuel Kant. Kant has this crazy in depth theory about individual taste… but to spare some time, I will just bring up his critique of the aesthetical judgement. Kant’s critique states, “In order to decide whether anything is beautiful or not, we refer the representation, not by the Understanding to the Object for cognition but, by the Imagination (perhaps in conjunction with the Understanding) to the subject, and its feeling of please or pain” (OSU Library). 

So what main stream, controversial, opinionated, subject can we apply all of this to?? 

CONSPIRACY THEORIES 

I’m going to bend Kant’s critique to fit my argument and you can’t stop me (!) because guess what? This is my post and you are simply a mere voyeur to my biases hehehehehe

Conspiracies are the ideal beautiful object in this scenario. We spend time listening to them and forming our own opinions on them (whether good or bad), not because of the “logic” provided from them, but because they free our imagination. They allow us to think and discuss beyond popular and imposed upon beliefs (I’m talking societies of control type shizzz), but all though we can express freedom of speech within this, it can lead to dangerous outcomes. 

Elise Wang’s TED Talk “Why some conspiracy theories just won’t die,” describes the dangerous outcomes of conspiracy theories. Where one may think they are silly and lighthearted, another may use certain conspiracies to validate a negative opinion (Wang mentions violence and racism) to commit crimes. Do you remember that time a mob invaded the U.S. Capital because they believed that the Democrats were “rigging” the election against Donald Trump? Well the FBI considered that to be an act of domestic terrorism, proving that people act upon violence when applying specific conspiracies. 

So what is the solution? Wang suggests that media literacy is the solution that has been proposed, but she does not agree with this. Wang says, “[...] being presented with information that contradicts a firmly held belief is more likely to back fire, making you cling to that belief harder than it is to change your mind” (4:56). When confronted with evidence that challenges someone’s beliefs, they will most likely respond defensively, even if it means ignoring or distorting evidence to fit their prejudgments. Instead Wang’s call of action is: work as an activist. Instead of falling down the rabbit hole of trying to debunk people’s theories (because at the end of the day we have realized media literacy doesn’t work), we must stop giving a platform to radicalizers (14:54). → “[...] proactively protecting the people that conspiracy theories target” (15:02). I agree with Wang in the sense that this has worked in the past. I hate to bring up Trump twice, but he did become a lot more irrelevant once he was put in time out and banned from Twitter.

You may be wondering how we went from talking about a urinal to serious societal issues, and I am also wondering the same…. I guess I am leaning into my yapper characteristics. Anyway’s with all this said, I hope Wang’s solution won’t prevent me from being provided with a good ole’ video about how Chuck E. Cheese reuses old pizza…

#conspiracy theories #chuck e cheese pizza time theatre #immanuel kant

[atozphantomsquadron]

Chapter 20: Bottomless World

July 17th, continued

I’m almost too shocked to speak.  Here he is.  He’s been trying to kill me.

“Dad?”

He looks at me, wide-eyed.  He pants.  He whimpers.  He mutters.  His face has been scarred, more than I remember it being.  It looks like someone spent a lot of time working him over, torturing him.  I hesitantly approach him.

“Stay back!  Stay back, you monster!”

What?

My eyes start watering up.  “Dad, what are you saying?  It’s me, it’s Alanna.  Remember?”

The look I see in his eyes is fear.  He sheathes the Sabre and backs off further.  As he slowly stands up, I’m desperately looking for a control chip scar.

There isn’t one.

“What are you?  How can you do that?”

He’s still frightened.  He’s still Scolar, but he’s Dad too.  My mind is full of conflicting emotions.  I feel the tears starting to fall …

“Daddy, please, I’m still your little girl …”

He screams and runs.  Without thinking, I break into a run after him, trying to catch him, though I have no idea what to do when I catch up.  He runs too fast, though, and I can’t keep up, not with the kinds of injuries I have; it’s going to hurt too much to fly that fast.

He’s gone …

I drop to my knees, resigned to the facts.  My dad’s gone.  Cole Sharpe is no more.  Tyrelius Scolar is who the man is now, through and through.  My shoulders shake with sobs, this pain that I’ve never known, even more than my physical injuries.

Ultimate betrayal …

“Alanna!”

I’m barely cognizant of Michi’s voice as she runs up behind me.  I feel her arms clasp around me, hear the relief in her voice.

“Oh God, Alanna, we thought you were a goner … what happened?”

I don’t answer her.  I can’t.  I can’t speak.

“Alanna?  What’s wrong?”

More tears are coming … though this time not from sadness.  I hear William and Gabe running up behind us.

“Alanna!  Thank the Creator!”  William’s voice should be soothing right now, but I’m too numb.  Too much rage …

I finally stand up, loosing Michi’s arms from around me as I do.  I turn very slowly and find that Gabe is right there.

“Oh good, Alanna, you’re safe.  I was worried there, but it looks like Durga’s training has paid off.  Come on, we need to get back to the Ranch … Fahaian came back for us.”

He starts walking, motioning for us to follow.  William and Michi start to.

I’ve finally found my voice again.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Gabe?”

He stops short, turning his head questioningly.  “I don’t think this is the proper time or place, Alanna …”

“I don’t give a damn.  Why didn’t you tell me?”

Michi looks between me and Gabe quizzically.  “What?  Tell her what?”

Gabe still won’t answer.  Talk to me.  Please!

My voice comes out as a dragon roar, shaking the ground. 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SCOLAR WAS MY DAD?!”

This finally gets the reaction I want out of Gabe.  He winces and turns to face me, as he should have when I first asked him.

“Alanna, I warned you at the start that there were things you would need to find out for yourself.  This was one of those things.”

I’m growling.  “And that means you get to hide information like this?  Jesus, what if I’d killed him?  What if I’d run him through, disemboweled him, and when the Invader armor shrank away only then found out he was Dad?”  My voice lowers.  “Don’t you care about him?  You were his friend.”

“It’s a calculated risk, Alanna.  He would understand, he was a military man, he knew tactics and strategy …”

My growl interrupts the agent.  I’ve heard enough of his words.  “I don’t care!  This is Dad … MY Dad we’re talking about, not some random soldier!”  The tears are pouring out now.

Gabe has no expression on his face.  “He might already be a casualty …”

That’s it.  It erupts out of me, before I can even think.  A fire stream that feels like it comes from the bowels of my soul, which looks to completely consume Gabe.  He stands in the fire, motionless.

I spew flames until I’m coughing, until I can find some satisfaction.  Unfortunately, it’s not enough.  He’s still standing there, unhurt, his bottomless cup of coffee still in his hand.  His clothes aren’t even burnt.

“Feel better, Alanna?”

I have nothing left but to spit at him. 

“GO TO HELL, GABE!” 

I storm my way past Michi and William, who have remained motionless throughout this exchange.  They don’t want to cross me.  Good strategy.

I don’t even want to cross me right now.

Before long, I’m running through the ruined SSA facility, my body giving in to the new transformation that I’m slowly starting to control.  My wings unfurl.  It hurts like hell, but I flap them and force myself into the air.

Pain is my only companion, the only one I can trust right now.  I can’t be around them anymore, not right now.  I need time, I need distance …

I need Mom and Dad.

#phantom squadron #insurgent's journal

[duskamethyst]

broken reverie.

a/n: he’s not wearing glasses in this one.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, college AU

warnings: taboo rs, slapping, spanking, choking, face fucking, brat taming (kind of), slight degradation, creampie, age gap (nanami reaching 40)

pairing: professor!nanami x f!reader

summary: professor nanami calls you to his office to ‘talk’ about your terrible performance in his class.

maybe you went too far.

or else you wouldn’t have ended up in his office. 

but is this the outcome you coveted? yes.

the door creaks behind you before it closes again as you sit and wait in front of the big wooden desk. you were kind of excited when he told you to come and see him at his office earlier but now you’re having a whirlwind of emotions making your stomach churn and you don’t dare to look around to face him– even though he’s going to be sitting in front of you in a moment.

his shoes clack against the floor as he strides and sits on his chair. the air in the room feels dense when the male doesn’t say anything; as if you’re not in his presence to begin with.

he looks exasperated. a long, deep breath is emitted through his nostrils as he loosens up his tie from the collar. you only gawk at him in awe as he does so, but quickly snap out when he finally shifts his gaze at you. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he finally breaks the silence. the deep, husky tone of his voice fills your ear and you hope he doesn’t notice your thighs press against each other almost immediately.

“tell you.. what?” you mentally slap yourself. you’re clearly aware of what he’s insinuating but you’re suddenly lost for words. there’s a huge difference between seeing him in class and being alone together with him. it’s even more nerve wrecking than you imagined and oh god, is his ac broken? because it suddenly feels hot.

nanami raises a brow, evidently unamused. “i had the courtesy to make time for you when i should be having brunch now so i don’t appreciate you playing coy.” 

you gulp audibly, “i’m sorry, sir.”

“if it’s not clear to you yet, i’m talking about your grades.” he opens the drawer under his desk and pulls out a pile of paper before slamming it in front of you. you blink in surprise and flip through the pages, though you know you don’t need to see it when you already know what lies on them. there are a lot of red circles on the papers, namely yours, with huge unpleasant numbers on the corner ranging from 12% to 25%. 

then he takes out another file which you realize as your student record throughout your semester and the subjects you currently take. 

“i find it odd that you scored well for your other courses.” he skims through the pages. “you certainly didn’t cheat, i can tell.”

“no, of course not.”

“then, what’s the problem here?” his tired eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer or come up with whatever excuse.

“well, i–” 

“you’re doing it on purpose.” he snaps.

it’s as if time comes to a stop. your cheeks heat up with humiliation and you can’t bring yourself to continue to look at him in the eyes. although you’re aware that your silence means compliance, you’re still jumbling up words in your head to deny his assumption. 

“are you going to tell me i’m wrong?” 

“yes– i-i mean–” you stammer.

“then enlighten me.” he glances at the branded watch donned on his left wrist. “we have time.”

you shake your head, “i have another class soon.”

“skip it.” he quickly retorts. “i’m sure you have no problems with that. your grades are doing well for that one, but certainly not mine.”

sweat starts to form on your palms as you look down on your thighs, purposely avoiding his eyes that hold nothing but so much intensity. you’re weighing between two options; to keep on bluffing or come clean. you don’t think that nanami would let you get off the hook if you keep on lying and you’d definitely be bombarded with more questions, yet the outcome of the latter would be so embarrassing and you don’t know if you can live it down for the rest of the semester.

you’ve fantasized about being alone with him but.. not particularly this way. 

gathering courage and taking a deep breath, you decide it’s best to just tell him the truth.

“you’re right,” you feel your ears burning, hands clammy. “i purposely failed your class.”

lifting up your head, you see the male grinning lopsidedly in his seat. maybe he’s pleased that you’re not wasting his time anymore, you’re not sure, he’s not easy to read.

“wasn’t that easy?” he folds his arms in front of his chest. “i have my own speculation but i wanna hear why you did it.”

“um,” you look down to your hands again, also half wondering what kind of bold assumption he has in mind. “i was dared by my friend.”

“wrong,” he scoffs. “and look at me while you’re talking.”

you sigh defeatedly and nervously fix your gaze. if you’ve learned one thing now, it’s that your professor doesn’t have tolerance for bullshit and he knows one when he hears one.

“i-i did it for.. attention.” 

“my attention?” he emphasizes, maintaining his stoic persona to mask his amusement of finding out that his speculation turns out to be indeed true.

you purse your lips in a thin line, nodding your head quietly. nanami remains to stare at you as he ponders in silence. you can hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears and you want to break eye contact so badly but you’re certain it wouldn’t be wise. 

“all that, just for a crumb of my attention?” he spits with a hint of venom in his voice. “are you happy with what you did?”

well, you’ve imagined him punishing you on his desk, fuck you raw or spank you with his belt until your ass turns red– not some serious interrogation.

“no, sir.” 

nanami props his elbows on the table, hands clasped under his chin to keep his head up. the air around him becomes even more threatening but it somehow manages you to feel even more aroused, making your toes curl in your shoes. you definitely need to get out soon.

“you know, if i have even one student failing my class, i could get into trouble and be questioned for my performance.” he starts. “to have you doing that for your own selfish incentive is unacceptable, don’t you think?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble with meek.

“besides that, you might have to retake this course again for your next semester and it’ll waste your time– or..?”

you stay silent to let him continue.

“or you were intending to be in my class again so you can see me?” 

“y-yes.” you bashfully admit after one silent moment, knowing that lying will take you nowhere. “i’m sorry, sir.”

nanami chuckles, finding your naivety to be rather entertaining. never has he ever met a student like you, outwardly expressing their interest in him by failing their paper. he’s not too sure what you’re trying to get out of him but maybe he can put one and one together. it’s pretty common that younger women have an attraction to older men like him and your classmates are.. well, not exactly the best looking either. 

“are you?” he smirks cynically. “do you have any idea how many students i have to monitor? how tiring my job can be?”

“yes. it was inconsiderate of me. i’m sor–”

“show me.” nanami cuts you off and leans back on his chair. maybe he can push you a little bit, he thinks. you owe him this anyway.

you blink, perplexed. “what?”

“you kept saying sorry.” he undoes two of the buttons on his blue dress shirt and spreads his legs apart. “talk is cheap. show me.” 

you do a double take as he taps his thigh and waits for you to come over. you have the faintest idea of what he’s implying but your body freezes and your brain short-circuits as if paralyzed.

“you chose to lie again? you’re not really sorry, are you?” 

“no, no! that’s not it. i just..” 

an ongoing battle takes place in your mind– sure that this is a part of your deepest, darkest fantasy yet you’re just baffled over how quick nanami catches on to it. now that your debaucherous dream has become a vivid reality, you don’t know which is the right step to take. 

“but if not now, when?” a soft voice in your head whispers. if desire could embody a voice, you think this is it. gentle, yet seductive as if it attempts to give you a push to pluck and have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“how much longer do you have to touch yourself to the thoughts of your professor before you go to bed?”

“although this could be a one time thing, at least you’d know how it feels like.” 

you slowly get up from your seat and make your way towards him. nanami’s eyes trail up at you, down to the floor then back up at you; gesturing you to get on your knees.

you settle between his thick thighs and look up at him timidly through your lashes before you bring your hands to undo his belt.

“no hands.” he quickly demands. 

you lick your lips as you figure the structure of the belt and how you’re going to take it off without the aid of your hands. the taste of cold metal and leather instantly invades your palate as you feebly use your teeth to tug the front loop of his belt. your head shifts awkwardly side to side until you finally get to catch the buckle between your teeth, pulling it hard before the belt soon unfastens.

nanami only observes you indifferently from above, yet the large tent in front of you doesn’t conceal the excitement he currently possesses. 

you take a deep breath before you continue on succeeding your quest. you twist your neck as you find and tug on the fabric loop that holds the button.

“i know you’re a smart girl.” he praises as he rests his hand on top of your head while you struggle to lift up the zipper with your tongue and grasp it between your teeth. the simple praise inflates your confidence and you become more eager to complete your task so you can claim your awaiting prize.

with valiantness, you finally lock eyes with him as you pull down his zipper completely to reveal the huge bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs and the tip slightly poking out from the top. 

“hm? you still have to take it out, no?” he smirks as he notices you gape at the outline of his cock. 

you quickly pull yourself together and lean back up to the stretchy band on his waist. he hisses when he feels your tongue purposely graze against the flushed tip before you pull down the briefs by force to reveal the one thing you’ve been desiring for so long. 

you press your thighs together as a dull ache forms in your core from the sight of his thick cock standing proudly in front of you. it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined– it’s better and you’ve finally found it worth going through all that trouble of failing his class (and using your mouth to take off his pants).

“this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sneers, titling up your chin with his fingers, brushing your lips with his thumb and pulling the bottom lip apart so he can see a row of teeth.

“y-yes, sir.” you gulp and breathe as you wait for his next command. 

nanami’s lips tug into a conceited smirk, “suck.” 

leaning down your head to the base, you flatten your tongue underneath the shaft and slowly drag upwards in favor of reveling the veins on his hard cock. nanami lets out a sigh of content when he feels your tongue licking his tip and his hand tugs on your locks by reflex. you look at him as you wrap your lips around the tip, slobbering the tip with your saliva and his precum.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath and his head falls back when the warmth of your mouth finally engulfs his throbbing cock as you take most of the length inside your mouth.

you hollow your cheeks together, head bobbing up and down as you struggle to take more of his cock that you nearly choke whenever the tip hits the back of your throat, but the hand on top of your head grabs a fistful of your hair and he pushes your head down to sink all his length inside your mouth deeper. when you want to pull away, he only holds you in place and remains his cock down your throat. 

“through your nose.” he mutters. tears start to well in your eyes while your saliva just trickles down to his balls as he screws his eyes shut and relishes in the pleasure that washes throughout his body. “i needed this so bad, you know?” 

your whines only give him more stimulation and his hips jerk in response, “just wouldn’t think that a student– fuck– out of all people would choke on my dick.” he lets out a sardonic chuckle as if something just crossed his mind. “it’s wrong, but that’s what makes it feel so good, isn’t it?” 

nanami keeps you in the position as he ruts his hips slowly into your throat. his eyes are closed in concentration and his lips part slightly in fast and short pants. you work on your gag reflex as you let him fuck your mouth, enduring the sharp sting on your scalp when he tugs your hair harder– at least you know you’re making him feel good.

“if i cum in your mouth, you’d gladly swallow, won’t you?” 

you can feel his cock twitching when you let out a choke of assent from your throat but you splutter as soon as nanami abruptly pulls away his cock because of a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of you.

“get under the desk.” he urges and you quickly crawl to hide while he coughs and inches closer to his desk. “come in.”

you hear the door open followed by echoes of footsteps before it comes to a halt in front of his desk.

“didn’t i tell you to contact me before seeing me?” his voice is laced with irritation yet collected as he speaks. you can imagine the agitated look on his face, thinking it would be only natural for anyone to assume that he’s already having a bad day. and to them, interrupting the peak of his orgasm is most definitely not it. 

without a second thought, you take back his dick inside your mouth. a spur of triumph swells in your chest when you feel his body jolts in surprise. you think it’s only fair since he has choked you with his cock and what perfect timing to carry out your petty vengeance when the man is busy advising his student. 

however, nanami shifts on his seat to give you more access to take more length of his cock. he tries to stay composed as he feels your tongue gliding up and down his shaft but once the wet muscle prods against the slit, he emits an oddly sharp exhale. you can hear him almost stammering as he speaks and the way his tone changes to conceal the squelching sounds you elicit from underneath the table as you please his cock with zeal.

“so, i want you to fix the mistake and hmm..,” his hands ball into fists on the table as he takes a deep breath. “show me in class tomorrow.”

“sure. uh, are you okay, sir?” you hear the voice say. “you don’t look well.”

his eye twitches when your tongue wraps around his balls, taking one inside your mouth to suck harshly.

“yeah, fine.” he clears his throat. “thanks for asking.”

nanami only watches as his student turns to walk towards the door until the door closes behind him. once he’s sure that the student has left the door, he finally leans back on his chair in relief. 

“fuck.” he groans, glancing down at you as you look up at him innocently with doe eyes and your swollen lips wrapped prettily around his balls. yet, he looks dissatisfied more than anything. 

nanami grabs your arm and drags you out from under his desk until you’re on your feet, “i never took you as a fucking brat.” he lifts up your skirt and bites back a groan once he sees the damp patch on your panties. “did you touch yourself?”

you hum a ‘mhm’, feigning guiltlessness as he grazes his fingers on your inner thighs. 

“you’re just asking for me to touch you here, hm?” shivers run up your spine when his thumb ghosts over your wet slit and up to your clit.

“y-yes.” your breath hitches.

“begging for me to push your head on the table and ram my cock inside you?” he muses, pressing on your clit as he watches you squirm. “is that what you want?”

“please–” you roll your hips slightly to soothe the ache on his thumb but a hand comes down harshly on your ass, gesturing for you to stop in a fierce manner.

nanami chuckles mockingly, “well, that’s what exactly you’re not going to get.”

a whine elicits from your lips when he draws back his hands to his thighs and you glance at his dick; still throbbing and leaking precum from the florid tip. well, at least he hasn’t put it back inside his pants, so you still have a chance.

“come on. you haven’t shown me how much you’re sorry.”

with your inhibitions already flew out of the window, you stand in between his thighs, hoist the skirt to your waist and tug your panties to the side before squatting down to smear your slick on his dick. sparks of arousal swim through you as you grind your clit on the tip before you sink down, gasping as his thick cock stretches your cunt and down until you’re filled to the brim.

you glance at the male expectantly, waiting for him to move but he raises a questioning brow at you, “if you want something, work for it.”

not exactly what you sought for, but it should suffice. you begin to gyrate your hips slowly, adjusting to his size before you can pick up the pace. you fight the urge to hold onto him for leverage, in fear he wouldn’t appreciate the crumple on his expensive dress shirt later.

as you become more delirious, you start to hump his cock vigorously, whining like a bitch in heat as you feel every vein and ridges on his cock brushing deliciously against your walls. nanami lifts the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth and you quickly catch it between your teeth. 

“the door isn’t locked, you know.” he muses, staring at your bouncing tits with half lidded eyes; mesmerized and thick with lust. “what’s going to happen if someone comes in and sees you bouncing on her professor’s cock like a little whore?”

a low, guttural sound rips from his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him in response.

“you’d like that, don’t you?” he smirks, tugging your bra down slightly and brushes his thumb against the erected nipple, making you mewl through the fabric in your mouth.

“you know you’re not supposed to do this but,” he brings up his thumb to caress your cheek. “you’re just so eager to please me, aren’t you?”

you sniffle in response, hands clutching on his solid thighs as you melt into his soft gaze before it’s gone in an instant.

“but i don’t like brats.” he sneers, drawing his hand away to slap your breast. “i don’t like people making my job harder. are you a brat?”

you shake your head, he slaps again.

“you act like one. stop lying.”

nanami tugs down the shirt from your mouth, a part of the fabric already drenched with your drool. his large hand circles around your throat while the other grips your hip firmly to roll your hip even faster on his dick. 

“oh– feels good–!” you moan wantonly, eyes rolling back as you let him control your body and assert his dominance over you.

“fuck it does.” he presses your throat tighter on the sides, restricting air from entering your lungs but your walls squeeze harder in retaliation. 

“bratty little bitch. clamping down on me like that.” he grits out and slaps across your face. what seems to be a rather harsh form of treatment, the pleasure filled sting and the lack of oxygen only fuel your arousal that you don’t even notice the way you hump on his cock has become more rapturous.

“getting off to this?” nanami slaps your other cheek before he lets go of his grip around your neck and you’re finally able to breathe air again. yet, he doesn’t spare you time to gather yourself before he promptly lifts up your hips and starts to pound inside your cunt relentlessly. 

the position causes you to tip to the front and you immediately hold on to him; face burying on the crook of his neck while his cologne fills your senses and sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“you like me using your tight cunt like that?” nanami grabs your ass for leverage, the angle allows him to fuck you so deep that you’re able to feel his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“y-yes–!” you cry, the pressure in your stomach building up as you inch closer to an orgasm.

“like it when i use you to take out my frustrations?” he spanks the meaty flesh; walls clenching tighter on his fat cock and more slick dripping down his balls. “you just want to be my little cocksleeve, don’t you?”

“yesyesyes– please–!” your body starts to tremble above him. “w-wanna cum–”

“then fucking cum.” nanami rams into your cunny faster, abusing the spongy walls until the pressure snaps and tips you over the edge. you moan breathlessly into his neck, while your pussy gushes and creams around his cock. 

“that’s a good girl,” he fucks you through your high, grunting and panting as he pushes through the pulsing walls in order to chase his high. “and good girls get rewarded, right?”

you hum in agreement, still dazed and swimming in ecstasy as you gawk at him with heavy lidded eyes; the sweat glistening his forehead and sharp eyes focusing on where your bodies join. 

“then you’re gonna get some huge load in this pretty pussy.” his pace begins to stutter, nails digging deeper into your skin before his cock twitches and his hips freeze as he paints your insides white with cum.

both exhausted bodies rest against each other, chests heaving as you and nanami take time to regain composure and come down from your highs. he lifts you up slightly to take out his spent cock and he tugs back your panties in place, not minding the cum that dribbles from your quivering hole. 

your legs tremble once you get off of him that you have to force yourself to find your footing as you fix your skirt while the older male pulls back his pants in place. 

“do your best for your next papers, no more of that bullshit.” he fastens his buttons and straightens his tie before raising his hands to brush against his sleek, light brown hair that’s mixed with a few strands of grey. “but if you have any problems, just come and see me in my office.”

nanami falls quiet for a brief second to contemplate and you straighten your back when you once again meet his icy gaze, “after hours.”

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duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

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[chiwhorei]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝)

𝐚𝐤𝐚: 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬!!

pairing: t. amajiki x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

word count: ~1.3k

tags: pervy!tamaki, mean!tamaki, dubcon, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, tentacles in all of readers holes, dacryphilia, choking

a/n: this is my very late contribution to the whorehouse porn compilation, the rest of this questionable browser history can be found here! strap in because this might be the grossest shit i’ve written so far. no plot, porn is the point here friends.

(cross posted to Ao3!)

hymn: gooey by the glass animals

The first time was an accident, genuinely.

He meant to text you he would be home early, ever the courteous roommate, but it truly just slipped his mind. Surprise would be an understatement when he swings the front door open to the high pitched whines coming from your bedroom.

Curiosity piquing, Tamaki lines his shoes up by the door and follows the noise. He can see the outline of light seeping through your open door and hears another round of cries. 

“Hey, are you ok--” His words flop lifelessly on the floor in front of him. Oh.

Oh.

His eyes trail up from the end of your bed. The open laptop propped in between your legs, the bottle of lube sitting next to your knee, your bare thighs and--

“Do you like what you see, Suneater?”

Tamaki flushes, heat starting at the bridge of his nose and spreading across every inch of skin. He should really say something, or better yet, close your fucking door and do the rest of his processing on the other side. 

He can’t seem to do anything but stand and stare at the dripping wet toy still being pumping in and out of your cunt. It seems to have completely hypnotized him, watching the way the silicone disappears in between your slick folds, he swears he can see the quiver.

“What do you think about my toy?” Purple and oblong, you pull it all the way out. Tamaki’s stare burns right into the suction cup ridges and slim, curved tip. You drag it in a wet line up your skin, meeting your lips with a pout. 

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

* * *

First time, shame on you.

That’s what they say, but Tamaki finds himself pressing against your doorframe and peering into your room for the 3rd time this week. His feet pull him here like a nasty habit, the crack in your door is far too welcoming. 

You left it open just for him.

Tamaki’s ears twitch, forehead tacky with sweat as he presses against the frame. Every time he finds himself in this very same position, shame trickles down his spine like poison.

Every inch of your skin is exposed to his stare. Looking upon you is invasive and slimy and wrong but fuck, with every movement of your toy, pumping in tandem with the hand around his painfully hard cock, the more each stolen glance feels intravenous. Tamaki is addicted. 

All he wants to do is touch you. Wrap you in his hold and explore every inch. He wants to know what your skin feels like. 

What does your hair smell like up close? He’s only ever been privy to the occasional carryover of strawberry as you walk by him in the kitchen. How do your moans feel vibrating just above his mouth? Would you cry out for him to stop or to keep going?

He’s never stepped closer than the line between carpet and hardwood, but that's really only a technicality. 

You feel it, foreign but unmistakable. The touch of something crawling up your leg, soft and sticky. It wraps around your leg, crawling upwards in salacious vines. Your voice rings in Tamaki’s ears. He repeats every syllable like prayer, his invitation.

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

There’s no movement to stop him, you don’t scream or tell him to fuck off. Your body seems to welcome him, back arching as five quirked fingers wrap around your arms and hips. The popping of suction cups trail from your belly button, dragging against your breasts before you feel pressure at your neck. Your skin will be covered in round bruises in the morning. The kindling in Tamaki’s stomach feels more like a wildfire, shy demeanor melting away. The man in front of you isn’t going to waste any more time hesitating.  

“You’re such a little tease. You like fucking with me don’t you, princess?” Tamaki’s question is sneering, his tone cold and unfamiliar.

The tentacle wrapping around your neck squeezes tight enough to make you gasp, he doesn’t waste the opportunity.

He doesn’t really want you to answer him.

As soon as your lips part, your mouth is invaded. The tendril reaches all the way to the back of your throat before it lets up, your jaw already hurting at the stretch. Your vision blurs, the taste of briny-sweet flesh mixes with the salty tears running down your face.

You’re given only a moment to sputter, catching your breath before it’s taken away again, the squeals and cries bubbling in your throat are wasted energy.

“Always leaving your door open, teasing me. I’m not playing your games anymore.” Tamaki’s voice is unwavering, he’s serious.

You wail around the rubbery texture as another tentacle wraps around your breasts, suctioning on the sensitive peaks of your nipples. Tamaki moves closer with each sound he can pull from you, finally breaching the last shreds of privacy and shuffling across the carpet. All five fingers on his right hand are busy probing parts of your pliant body and restraining others. Through the haze you can’t deny how dexterous he is while making a mess of you. 

It would be impressive if you could think straight.

Each arm and leg is caught in the reddish-purple web, writhing against his hold only makes Tamaki’s grip tighter.

“I could do anything to this sweet little body, what could you do to stop me?” His words should scare you, but only one thing runs through your foggy head. 

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

If you could, the scream pressed against your makeshift gag would definitely alert your neighbors to the depravity just a wall away. You feel attention turning to the toy still plugging your weeping hole, a tentacle wrapping around the base and pulling it free with a squelch. From the corner of your eye, you catch the shiny plastic as it’s thrown to the other side of the room, hitting your wall with a hollow thud.

The tip of one tentacle prods at your clit for good measure before poking inside. Fear runs through your blood, cooling when mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Tamaki can reach places you’ve never felt before.

“So tight, so fucking warm.” Tamaki can feel you with each clench of your pussy, sliding in until he can feel tight band of your cervix. He could ruin you if he wanted, he ventures to guess you would let him.

You’re crying in long, fat streaks around the apples of your cheeks. With the help of another set of weaponized fingers, your legs are spread further and pushed to your chest. Tamaki’s cock aches, now ignored in favor of manipulating your body into a new angle so your ass is propped up. Muscles tense as he swipes the tip of his tentacle to trace around your rigid ring of muscle.

“I’ll take every one of these slutty little holes. You’ll feel me on your skin for days.” He promises you, pushing past your resistant muscles, they’re no match.

Your head is swimming now, logic is replaced with the feeling of being so full.

Stimulation assaults your senses from every direction, Tamaki fucking into your body with fatal rhythm. Going farther, deeper, harder. All you’re left with is shaking limbs and muted whines.

It hurts, it feels so good. It’s so disgusting but so hot. You’re meek, bushy roommate has made you little more than a fucktoy with what seems like minimal effort. You’re hurdled to a sloppy wet orgasm faster than ever before. 

Tamaki can tell that you’re close, studying the way your eyes screw up and brows furrow before falling over the edge for weeks from the comfort of your door jam. The consuming bliss overtakes your body, every muscle tensing, shaking from exhaustion as the cord pulls tight and snaps with fury. If you could, you would scream out the name of your captor, all you can manage a garbled sound from deep in your chest.

The next few moments find you in pieces. The feeling of emptiness knocks at your hypersensitive body as you’re flipped to balance weakly on your hands in knees. You’re not left alone for long, Tamaki’s just getting started.

He’s never been one to play with his food, but you’re just too tasty.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

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[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. ��You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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