#yeah long ass response. whoops.

[shivasdarknight]

for surkukteni

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

(last question struck through because I know that Surkie has interest in romance XD)

SEE RELATIONSHIPS ARE A FUN SUBJECT FOR SURKIE, mostly because it's such a tumultuous subject for her - and actually, that last question is applicable at different points in her life. So the short answers are:

Yes, they are important now but not necessarily have been

Surkie has mostly functioned on casual sex and a handful of short flings + one tumultuous FWB situation but now that she's figured out what she actually wants, it's predominantly focusing on the long-term relationships she's built over ~7 years

Surkie honestly has never wanted to get married? Like, she just never considered it as an option or something she'd do. She's perfectly content staying at the dating stage because she has no intent on being unfaithful whatsoever and has full trust in her partners. Yet understand that she's the one who was quietly freaking out on the boat ride to Sharlayan because of Aymeric popping the damn question to the three of them. She's more than fine staying at just fiances - especially since it gets people off her ass more than just lover, or w/e - but she's been warming up to the idea of marriage it's just...not a pressing desire? just a lack of wanting it, not necessarily against (though the legal ramifcations she could really do without)

She USED to not have interest in romance. And that's a trauma response on her part! Because her intro to romance and first - and for a while, only - example was her abusive ex girlfriend, Misaki. She set the standard for romance which made Surkie allergic to the concept. Only when people began to actually treat her properly is when she fully began to unpack said trauma and how it's warped her perception on intimate relationships.

More convoluted response below:

So, romantic relationships fluctuate in importance for Surkie through her life. She thought it was something she wanted as a teenager - which is when she got with Misaki - but that relationship went so poorly and had such a drastic power imbalance that it skewed Surkie's idea of what it means to be romantic and what romance should look like. So through ARR to about the beginning of HVW, she focused predominantly on casual sex and a few flings here and there to try and figure herself out. Misaki really fucked with her head and made her really standoffish to the idea of anything romantic or anything that'd leave her vulnerable. This is also where she develops her hard stance on top only, and has a fairly lengthy list of women she's slept with in the year and a half for this time frame.

This in part shifts because of traveling with Seraphin and Teodore. The two hooked up during their adventures and thus Surkie was stuck around these assholes constantly. It also immediately brought into perspective her only serious relationship (and first one) and how fucking awful it was. It left her feeling hollow and sick and basically told herself to not pursue anything serious lest she be lured in with the joy those two have for it all to come crashing down.

Ysayle was the first person she had proper romantic feelings for after Misaki. While she was good friends with Moenbryda and thought she might've felt something for Y'shtola, neither of those really panned out? Same with Yugiri. Ysayle, however, she was enamored with. And that was the glimpse into how things could've gone and she let herself be hopeful for once.

Uuunnnntil Azys Lla.

Surkie spent a fair amount of time after the fact trying to define what this sort of thing was for herself - especially now that Gwen and Y'shtola were a thing, and Katsuro, Thancred, and Urianger were public, and the fact that Altan had W'khittri - but it never worked. She tried Yugiri again, and that didn't work. She genuinely tried with Aymeric - the first man she ever had feelings for - and that ended in a panic attack and them keeping things at arms length while skirting around open feelings. Flings picked back up to an unhealthy degree, and instead of recognizing the fact that she was deeply lonely, her brother just chastised her for having bad coping mechanisms.

Then of course, the long term fling with Estinien that turned into feelings that she then tried to push him to get with Aymeric so that she had an excuse to not get with either (YOU FOOL, ALL THREE OF YOU ARE POLYAMOROUS). Loneliness and the issues with her brother began to compound and worsen the more obvious the couples got, which made the flings and one night stands into a regular occurrence.

Shadowbringers made that all worse. Katsu's relationship drama was front and center, Gwen getting to reunite with Y'shtola, and everything going on made that loneliness worse as Surkie dove headfirst into her prolonged will-they-won't-they with trying to sleep with Cyella. Something about this woman reminded her of Ysayle and she may have...spent a good chunk of that expansion pack trying to sleep with her because - from her perspective - this was the closest she'd ever get to ever being with Ysayle. Which...well she didn't know Cyella was being standoffish for the same reason since she saw her own assumed-dead-ex in Surkukteni (hm i wonder why). Regardless, because so much of the romantic bullshit culminated in Shadowbringers while Surkie was the only one of the group that wasn't partnered, it was starting to really hurt her and her brother was no help in the matter whatsoever. She had feelings for a man that her brother hated, her feelings for her "dead" ""unrequited"" crush only growing worse with time and not better, so this became a sensitive subject. And understandably (and predictably), she responded to this not with expressing the fact that she doesnt want to be lonely anymore (because again, gestures at katsuro and gestures at the group who is uh. kinda with each other? save the twns and ryne obvs, but like. y'shtola/gwen. thancred/urianger/katsuro. seraphin/teodore. only adult who wasn't partnered was the exarch), but with frustration at affection, anything implying romance, and denying herself from entertaining the idea that it'd ever get better. Again: she was plotting on how to get Estinien and Aymeric together so they'd be happy with each other and she'd not be that perpetual curse that got people she was interested in almost or actually killed.

Yeah, she's. Really fucked up and relationships for her are kind of a big deal for her.

She only starts to even out right around 5.3. Sure, the edge was curbed in 5.1 by briefly seeing Estinien again, but it was right back to the battlefield and having to stuff down how she felt for the sake of maintaining a Strictly Platonic relationship (you fucking dumbass, he's liked you since hvw). 5.3 is when she finally breaks from how awful she fucking feels and how fucked up this has made her, especially since the Cyella stuff has reached a head and they have to end things for their own sakes due to just...constantly reopening old hurt in the other respectively. 5.3 is when she fully gets with Estinien, but understand that she's a fucking wreck at this point. She doesn't explicitly know what she wants - does she want this arrangement to continue? does she want to just be honest? does she just want the feelings to go away? - but she opens her heart regardless of how much it hurts to do so and how anxious it makes her. This is panic attack no2 when confessing to someone, by the by.

This tangent is relevant because actually being honest with someone who genuinely cares about her and knows how to handle her vulnerability and internal issues around this stuff allows her to work through exactly what she wants out of things, realizing just how fucked up Misaki made her, and that y'know yeah, she can allow herself to pursue a serious relationship even with everything that led up to that point.

And then she reunites with Ysayle. And then she upholds her promise with Aymeric. There's also the stuff with Heustienne I'm finalizing - not to mention the ENW + post ENW acquisitions of Gwendoline and Venat, but that's all an aside.

What's more relevant is the fact that the relationship she builds with her partners helps give her needed perspective and time and space to work through the smothered down issues Misaki left her with. Flings quickly become less appealing, she's more okay with the idea of settling down with them (especially since they're now over here having kids), and marriage goes from an uncomfortable subject to something she actually humors since she still gets giddy from the fact she has three fiances, something she's always reminded about when picking at the engagement necklace she's got.

tl;dr Surkie's had a very rough relationship with relationships due to the abuse she experienced in her very first one. It's only through working through that trauma does she finally figure out what she really wants, but until she got there she stuck with flings and emotional distance to avoid getting hurt again.

#original #ffxiv writing #writing #mxkelsifer #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #wol #answered wol questions #answered wol question #asks #surkukteni #surkie #won't tag ships because this is ridiculous lmfao #yeah long ass response. whoops.

[slttygeto]

SLOWLY LOVING YOU — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesn’t know how to slow down.

જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.

જ⁀➴ word count: 4,2k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!

“Yaga says there’s a newcomer,” Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white haired’s head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.

“Hey!” He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.

“Swallow your food.” Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. It’s not that he wasn’t good with new people (he wasn’t), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise they’d just get in the way of everything and—ouf, this was too negative.

Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.

“I wonder if it’s guy or a girl,” Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.

“It won’t really change much, I just hope they’re good at what they do,”

“Oh Suguruuu,” Gojo whines at his friend’s negativity, pushing him but not too hard. “Don’t be such a kill joy, I’m pretty sure that they’re good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldn’t look so excited.”

“Why are you the one telling me to be nice?” The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didn’t have ketchup on it.

“You rubbed off on me,” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.

“Don’t.” Suguru presses, but it’s too late to stop his friend’s funny joke.

“That’s a little fruity—“

“Finish your food.”

When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, they’re pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you weren’t that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.

Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.

“Hey, think that’s the new girl?”

“I mean, it looks like it,” Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.

“You finally decided to show up,” Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.

“The mission took us way too long,” it’s Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguru’s lips.

“Yeah, but we managed to get it done with. That’s all what matters,” if it wasn’t for Satoru’s love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldn’t bother. But it’s fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.

You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.

Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.

Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.

“You can laugh, they won’t be offended.” You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.

“You can introduce yourself,” oh, he’s talking to me. You’re suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.

“Hello, my name is (name) and I’m—“

“That’s boring!” The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, that’s offensive. Before you could even glare at him, he’s approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.

“Show us your technique, that’s a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,” your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.

“Oh, okay then,”

Suguru’s eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.

Suddenly, the air feels a little different—why is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.

You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your technique—a little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.

“What the—“ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curse—the clone knew about his technique?

Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundings—and that was the beauty of your technique.

Everyone looks amused by Suguru’s confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyone’s spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.

“That was rather impressive, wasn’t it?” Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.

Maybe it’s because I looked like a bitch.

He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher—were you getting shy?

His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.

“Sorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.”

Oh, not anymore.

“That to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.” Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like this—with so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didn’t care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.

Geto couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeks—you were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.

“What do you say, Suguru?” He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didn’t he?

“Sorry, I zoned out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he wasn’t going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.

“I said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?” Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. You’re almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorable—oh fuck, no.

“Yeah, we will.”

He was officially and totally fucked.

--

It’s been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamic—or worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.

While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.

And then there was Geto.

Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.

He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.

Things weren’t exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they weren’t that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.

“Was gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.” You’re almost shocked that he’s even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.

“Are you sure? He does like sweets,” you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.

“Well, you ate it immediately. Seems like you don’t care.”

“Well, he did piss me off too today,” you’re grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.

“Was it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean he’s not entirely wrong—“

“Stooop,” you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.

Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojo’s sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.

How come Suguru’s was so accurate on day one!

Do you have something to share with the class?

It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.

“I just need more practice,” you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.

“Hm?”

“You don’t hate me, right?” He could’ve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it would’ve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.

“Hate you?”

“I’m aware that hate is a big word—it’s a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.” Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didn’t necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didn’t resent him for mysterious reasons.

“I don’t hate you,” you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. “Uh, just nervous.”

Now, why did I say that? It’s one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but it’s another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.

“Nervous?” At first, he’s scared that the word has a bitter taste to it—but it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.

It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.

“You are kind of intimidating,” the small smile painting your lips eases Suguru’s nerves despite having another word describe him. But he’s heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.

But he didn’t want to have this kind of effect on you. You didn’t need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcerer—he wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.

Slowly that is.

“If I’m intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?” Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.

“Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” Wow, I made him laugh.

“But he is scary! I mean, he’s very nice… but I don’t think I’d wanna piss him off like Gojo does,” you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.

“Satoru pisses off everyone, so you’re safe.”

Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasn’t that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you weren’t complaining.  

--

Over the last few months, you’ve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.

But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.

Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru might’ve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldn’t get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.

The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.

Sitting across from each other, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.

The guy’s just trying to sleep

Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for you—how could you not fall for him?

But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.

“We’re there,” you were so lost in your thought, that you didn’t feel the train stop. Only Suguru’s hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.

“Oh sorry,” you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.

“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.

“Not really, I wasn’t that tired.”

“Oh but you will be after the mission, that’s always how it is.” He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.

“Thank god he’s not here to drool on my hair,” you say with a hint of annoyance, but it’s harmless.

“Oh, you never know,” the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.

You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smell—god, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.

“God, it smells horrible.”

“Then we’re at the right place.” Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.

“I have a horrible feeling about this,” you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.

“It was an orphanage.” Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.

The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Whatever took over this place was huge. It didn’t necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.

Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at you—and fast.

It’s too fast for its size!

Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.

“Go hide, I’ll take care of it.” You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you don’t want that.

You don’t want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasn’t why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguru’s cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.

“You’re gonna get killed if you don’t move!”

“Shut up!” The mist slowly morphs into something else—something Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and—he was hallucinating.

And so was the curse. The technique might’ve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. It’s messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what you’ve just done.

I killed a huge curse on my own!

What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.

The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.

--

Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.

He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to move—he was filled with all kinds of emotions.

And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.

You’re sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.

“Yaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didn’t worry you—“

“What you did was reckless.” Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.

“I know,” you don’t apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.

“And I was very mad,”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.

“But that’s only because you scared me to death,” he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You have no idea how terrifying that was.” Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.

“I don’t want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,” he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.

“That was really cool,” your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.

“You think I’m cool?” your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks he’s never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.

“The coolest.”

Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.

The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.

“Sugu—“

“Shhh, you look cute when you’re flustered.”

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[musingsofahufflepuff]

Into the Blackhole

Theodore Nott x gn!reader; fluff

summary: when it all just gets too much, there’s one place you can always find theodore nott, a secluded corner on the second floor of the three broomsticks

a/n: hogmarch prompt 2. it’s apparently my goal to be the last submission for all of these, sorry @thatdammchickennugget (it’s technically still the 13th). i went with the butterbeer approach and this pure fluff. lots of friends to lovers in my submissions, whoops. guess the trope is on the brain

Bad week. That’s the only way you could describe your current mood. Between the long ass essay Snape had assigned with only 2 days to complete and the howler you’d received from your parents about something that wasn’t even a big deal you needed a break away from the castle.

So here you were on your way to the Three Broomsticks. The path to Hogsmeade is familiar and the fresh air is already starting to improve your mood. With the sun setting soon, there’s a comforting light casted on the village.

The old wooden doors to the pub creak when you open them and it’s relatively quiet for a Friday evening. You decide to make your way up to your usual table to relax a bit before getting a drink. At the top of the stairs you find Theodore Nott already sitting there. A smile spreads across your face.

He looks like his week was just as bad as yours as you slide into the seat next to him. His blue eyes look up to meet yours when you sit down and his expression is immediately softer. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart flutter.

“Bad week?” you ask.

Theo sighs and nods, “why else would I be here. Assuming that’s why you’re here too.”

You laugh softly at that, he wasn’t wrong. Since your first trip to Hogsmeade third year, you and Theo had decided this was the best spot in the village to get away from everything. You’d spent many a night here with and without him, and you couldn’t help but feel glad he was with you this time.

“Want something? I was about to go get a drink when you came up,” he stands from the table, eyes still on you.

“Sure, that’d be great.”

He gives you a nod before heading down the stairs, leaving the seat empty and a hole in your heart.

So, maybe you had a small crush on your friend. Maybe.

♡ ♡ ♡

His footsteps returning pull you out of your thoughts. He sets a cold butterbeer down in from of you and you give him an appreciative smile.

“I know you don’t like warm drinks, as weird as that is,” he teases as he sits back down with his hot butterbeer in hand.

“I’m not arguing about this with you again, Nott,” you tease right back.

He holds his hands up in surrender, which makes you both laugh.

There’s a comfortable silence as you sip on your butterbeer and you steal a few glances at him.

“Wanna talk about it?” his voice surprises you, making you snap your attention to him.

“Just a rough week,” you blink a couple times, trying to think of what to say.

“Yeah, my fathers been, persistent in the whole… mark thing.” He looks down at his mug.

“Oh, Theo, I-“ without thinking about it, you get up and hug him.

He tenses up for a moment at the unexpected touch, but easily melts into your embrace. You don’t ask anything else, you don’t need to. He turns in his seat to make it easier to hug him, his strong arms coming up around your waist.

“Thank you tesorino. I guess I wanted to talk about it, but my friends…” he trails off and you immediately understand. They’ve gone through similar if not worse, it can be too much.

“I’m always here for you Teddy,” the nickname slips past your lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world and you try not to blush at the Italian term of endearment.

“I know you are and-“ he hesitates, “I think that’s why I’m falling in love with you.” The second half comes out quieter, like he’s scared of your response. “Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time.”

His blue eyes meet yours and it feels like it’s just the two of you here in the Three Broomsticks.

Just the two of you in all the universe.

He blushes, “sorry, not great timing on my part.”

“No!” you blurt out, “I’ve had a crush on you forever. Since we met first year.”

Theo looks a little shocked, but it’s quickly replaced with a smile and you melt.

“Wanna maybe turn this pity party into uh- a date maybe?”

You laugh softly, which makes him join you.

“Sure, I’d love nothing more.” You sit back down in your seat, in your and Theodore’s table and you can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face.

“But first, another butterbeer?” he smiles and you happily nod.

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[doobean]

FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl

Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.

It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life. 

Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day. 

"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."

Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"

You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."

He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."

You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”

"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.

After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."

You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later." 

"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.

You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"

There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."

The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy. 

You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.

From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity? 

Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer. 

"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."

While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.

"Is he gone?"

Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."

"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."

"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.

"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.

You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards. 

Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?" 

Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.

"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.

"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up. 

"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it." 

And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."

Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect. 

His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating. 

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy. 

"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words. 

You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended. 

"Sure," You answer on instinct.

"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis. 

You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"

Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong. 

Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.

"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable. 

And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels. 

"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you. 

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.

All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen. 

"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.

You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"

"Then make me."

His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.

"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.

You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.

"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."

"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.

You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.

"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.

"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"

"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch. 

"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"

You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.

"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother. 

You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second. 

Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."

"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."

"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face. 

You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.

"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.

Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.

Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.

"Oh my god—!"

"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.

You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."

"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."

You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.

Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's. 

Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.

"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"

Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."

You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.

"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him. 

Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”

"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."

Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."

His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."

You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again. 

"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."

You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you. 

"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.

You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again. 

"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?" 

A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending. 

His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.

"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."

There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives. 

Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.

You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. 

It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.

"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.

"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?" 

You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising. 

You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.

KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART I)

@milkistoshi @mareonyan @saenora @blissblossom @wowonamo

#doobean:kinktober23 #bllk smut #bllk #blue lock smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi smut #whoops sorry my fingers slipped #cw: cheating #im sorry sae ... #i love u #cw: stepcest #doobean writes

[prettyrenjunn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫

haechan x f!reader

themes- best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff & crack

summary- haechan gets unnecessarily jealous a lot considering you’re just little ole’ best friends and it takes renjun pointing it out for him to realise.

it’s my first time writing like this i wanted to try it out but damn it’s hard. also if there’s mistakes… my bad

he’s ridiculous.

you think he might need a smack to the back of his head to finally come to his senses but you keep your hands to yourself, no matter how infuriating he is. “hyuck there’s nothing to be upset over.”

he’s going to deny it. he always does. “i’m not upset!” he grumbled back. “i just don’t understand why you and jeno were partners when we’re always partners.”

you can’t even fathom why he’s so upset you had a different partner for your friend groups game night but for some reason he always gets like this. you know donghyuck’s a clinger and he loves to be by your side with your attention on him as much as possible but god you were sick of this. “i’m not seeing the problem? i can partner up with whoever i want its not like we took a blood oath to always partner with eachother.”

it always goes like this until he gets frustrated and eventually..

“okay it’s fine let’s just talk about something else.”

renjun claims hyuck is in love with you and that’s why he always acts like a possessive idiot but you’re quick to shut him up as you notice the boy himself strutting over to the table. “i’m heartbroken. hanging out without me is evil, are you replacing me now?”

you and renjun both roll your eyes at his dramatics. “i wouldn’t dare take your placing knowing you’d never stop whining.” renjun quips back. donghyuck pulls a face until he’s swallowed the big chunk of a sandwich he just bit into.

“i don’t whine.”

renjun bursts out laughing pointing his fingers at the boy. “sure you do. you whined when i called shotgun in yn’s car. you whined when yn went on a date instead of going to sit in your room to watch you game- which sounds like a horrible time by the way. the most recent case of whining was you getting pissy about yn and jeno being partners for game night.”

sheesh renjun had a whole speech. hyuck pursed his lips for a minute before nodding his head. “okay well maybe i do whine a little. i feel like it makes me charming, it’s not always a guy wants to be next to his witch of a best friend all the time..OUCH”

the kick to the shin was well deserved.

donghyuck has become conscious of his problem of always wanting to be your number one. has he seriously always been like this? he wonders.

he notices when a random guy stares at you for a little too long or when jaemins hands linger on your waist for longer then they should- scratch that they should never be there in the first place. he knows jaemin’s a touchy guy but come on! everybody knows yn is his girl.

wait.

my girl??? oh my fucking god.

at this very moment donghyuck realises he’s been an oblivious idiot this entire time. how didn’t he notice sooner? he doesn’t remember ever being this dense but this explains everything. he’s not exactly sure what he has to do right now but one things for sure, he needs to tell renjun.

it takes 3 missed calls and a load of spam texting for renjun to stop doing whatever he was doing and meet up with him. donghyuck calls him a bad friend for not picking up on the first ring and renjun tells him if this isn’t something serious he’s gonna whoop his ass.

“seriously why the hell did you make me come here?” renjun questions suspiciously. “why aren’t you talking? lee donghyuck i swear to-“

“i like yn.” donghyuck whispers quietly in response as he stares down and fiddles with his hands nervously. “you made me realise the whole jealously problem and then i realised it’s because i like her.”

renjun wants to laugh at his friend but he doesn’t because he looks like he’s about to cry or piss his pants…or do both simultaneously. “yeah? and what are you going to do about these feelings?”

“cry probably.”

renjun laughs in his face and donghyuck stares at him appalled. “why are you laughing? this is serious renjun! she’s my best friend.”

renjun only tuts in response, how can two people be so blissfully oblivious. even from his and everyone else’s perspectives it’s obvious there’s something more going on than just a pair of best friends. “i think you have a 90% succession rate if you just grow some balls and confess.”

“90%” donghyuck cries out. “that’s not nearly enough! and i have balls already thank you very much. i felt them drop when i was 13.”

“if you’re not gonna listen to my advise why did i even come.” renjun glares.

“oh renjun aren’t you just so so sweet.”

he’s acting weird and he knows you’ve noticed with the weird looks you keep giving him. in his defence, he’s in shock and you look really pretty and HE LIKES YOU!

“are you sure you’re alright?” you reach up to place the back of your hand on his head. “hm you don’t feel that warm but your cheeks are on fire hyuck.”

his mouth dries up at the close proximity but he needs to get himself together. “i think i just need some water.” he clears his throat. “can i have some of yours?”

you don’t hesitate to pass your bottle of water over and he realises he’s made a mistake.

an indirect kiss.

he’s going to faint.

“maybe you should go home just incase you’re getting sick or something.” you bring him back to reality once again. “come on, i’ll make sure you get home safe.”

donghyuck shakes his head frantically. “i swear i’m okay.” he bursts out. “and the others are already on their way.” he adds.

you nod and the next 5 minutes waiting for your friends to arrive is spent with you yapping and him listening along despite the breakdown he’s having in his head.

when your friends arrive they all notice donghyuck is acting differently too but they drop it after he says he’s okay, it’s only renjun that has an idea of what’s going on with him.

“yn i heard some guy in your lecture asked you on a date.” jaemin wiggles his brows as he starts a new conversation. “what did you say? is he taking you out or what?”

your friends heads turn to you straight away waiting on your answer. you can particularly feels donghyucks stare burning through your skull. “you’re all so nosy.” you chortle “but i told him i’ll think about it.”

donghyuck releases the breath he’d been holding at your answer and then he’s grabbing your hand in a hurry and rushing you out of the diner. “hyuck! what the hell? what are you doing?” you pull your arm back and he lets you, but he continues storming towards your car and waits for you to unlock it. “i’m sorry. can we go home please.”

you’re unsure if he wants you to go into his apartment with him but when he turns back to look at you with glistening eyes you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt.

he drops himself down on the couch and you sit next to him, turning so you’re facing him. “talk to me hyuck? what’s going on?” you murmur but he stays silent. “it’s okay. you don’t have to talk about it. shall we watch something?”

he stays silent for another minute and then he turns to look at you as he speaks. “can you say no to him?”

“say no to who hyuck?”

“the guy that asked you on a date. can you say no?” you’re confused but you nod anyway. “thanks.”

“did he do something?” you speak up. you’re worried he’s some horrible guy but donghyuck shakes his head at your words. “oh then why-“

“i realised something.” he cuts you off and you let him without protesting. you’d rather he talk than bottle up whatever’s going on. “i get jealous and petty because i like you, and i think i get scared and insecure because you’re not mine.”

your heart starts beating faster, so does his. you’re about to talk again but he beats you to it. “you don’t have to say anything i know i’ve thrown this all on you out of the blue. i want you to know that it’s okay if you don’t like me the same way, we can move past this but please don’t leave me.”

he’s rambling and your smile gradually grows. “lee donghyuck.”

“yeah?”

“i’ve always liked you.”

later that day he gets a text.

renjun: how is everthing?

he doesn’t answer yet but he thinks this is the best day of his life.

#nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan x you #lee donghyuck #donghyuck x reader #bestfriendhaechan #nct dream fic

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

#ace attorney #den's aa roleswap au #franziska von karma #aa swap au asks #aa swap au art

[kenthoescore]

Naughty or Nice? - gojo satoru.

tags. santa!gojo, fingering, extreme teasing, edging, fem!reader

note. this was supposed to be posted on christmas but it got busy, i also gave up at the end whoops

It was Christmas.

it really wasn't the time to be horny, especially with your family around but lo and behold, Gojo fucking Satoru was the epitome of annoying and is (un)fortunately your boyfriend.

Fingers sliding and feeling across the inside of your thigh barely avoiding the lace of your panties hiding underneath the red fabric of your dress as you ate whatever food your family had cooked.

You were grateful that there were linen drapings on the table or else everyone would see how Satoru's touch made you so fucking horny that you could explode.

"You made these just a whole ago, mom?" Satoru asks, eating away at the gelato your mother had made.

Satoru claimed the name 'mom' for your mother when they first met, stating that he'd be calling her that once he pops the magical question of lifetime commitment to him.

"Yes, d'you like it? I remembered you had a sweet tooth and made it at the last minute." Your mother laughed, eyes twinkling in happiness as she stared at him.

jerk.

You screamed in your head as his fingers ever so slightly grazed against your clothed clit. He chuckled in response to your mother, replying in a overly-sweet tone.

"Thanks, Mom." He giggled.

You shot him a glare but it immediately faltered as his fingers hastily pushed your panties to the side, tickling your entrance with his middle.

You inhlaed sharply at the time one of your family members talked to you, Satoru decided to push a long finger in. Immediately pushing against the soft spot deep inside you.

It went like that throughout dinner.

His fingers slipping in and pressing down on your sweet spot as you tried to talk, or circle harshly on your clit as you tried to eat.

All while his face remained unchanged, except for the teasing winks or the shit-eating grin on his face whenever he looked in your direction.

"Satoru, why don't you play Santa?"

You burst in laughter, at the same time his fingers froze on your pussy. One of your younger cousins had asked him that.

"Oh, you would play a great santa, toru."

You teased finally getting back at him. He shot you an overdramatic look of disagreement.

"No, no. I can't!" He replied, his voice taking a notch up higher, although his grin was still there, falrering a little bit, "do I look like Santa to you? I don't have a big stomach and I'm not old."

He pouts, refusing to play Santa. Slightly offended that he was offered to play santa.

"Oh, c'mon. Aren't you good at deciding who's naughty or nice?"

You don't know how.

But you know for sure that you're fucked.

You found yourself standing in front of Satoru, watching him in his red attire, a white beard on his face now as he cosplayed Santa.

You would laugh, but you feared a moan would slip out of you instead as you felt the consistent buzzing of the vibrator in your cunt.

Satoru had pulled you in your childhood bedroom, making up a solid excuse of helping him get into his costume.

"C'mere princess, need to slut you out while your family's watching." He grinned, pushing the dress up your thighs.

"Already so wet f'me... too bad you'd have to wait 'till they're all asleep." He chuckled again, kissing your neck as he walked behind you.

Deliberately making you feel his hardened cock through his pants, pressing them up your ass. He pushed your panties to the side again, almost maddeningly slow before gently sliding in the vibrator and snapping your panties back in place.

You jolt at the sudden impact, the fabring colliding sharply against your cunt.

"Be a good lil girl for me, yeah? I get to decide who's naughty or nice anyways." He whispered, grabbing a hold of your hips, pulling your ass against his bulge.

He moans so softly in your ear, teasingly.

Making you feel sparks of pleasure shoot through your cunt. His moans were always the perfect mixture of whiny and rough.

The evening continued like that. He would randomly spike the vibrations to the max, making you whimper pathetically under your breath. Your juices gushing out more and more, soiling your panties.

He would turn it back to the lowest fucking setting just to spite you, just to deny you your pleasure, just to edge you and keep you frustrated.

It was driving you mad.

All you could think about was the way his cock would deliciously melt your frustrations away, the way his cock would rub and fuck all the right spots so easily.

And so mercilessly.

All while moaning without inhibitions, Satoru wasn't afraid to let you hear how good he was feeling. And you fucking liked it to the core.

The way you knew your white-haired boyfriend would absolutely wreck your pussy, leaving you shaking until your hole would gape once he's finished, and a thick ooze of his pearly white cum would–

"Baby... it's your turn." Satoru called out, snapping you out of your erotic daydream.

Your cheeks flush a crimson red as you realized your family was looking back at you, you felt like they read every single thing that had crossed your mind a second ago.

"Uh, yeah. Right." You cleared your throat, trying to act composed as if the vibe didn't go to the maximum pulse again.

You shot Satoru a glare as you walked towards the Christmas tree, where Satoru was also standing next to. Which he replied with his signature smirk.

You picked up the gifts that was labelled your name, one from your dad, your mom, your siblings, and from Satoru himself.

You gave them all a grateful smile, your frustration slightly melting away as you let your eye's meet your boyfriend's striking blue ones.

He smiled, genuinely smiled at you. His teeth showing, there was always a hint of tease and cockiness despite how he smiled but you were used to it. It didn't make his emotions and feelings any less truer.

The vibrator against your clit was excruciatingly pleasurable but Satoru won't let you cum. You had to wait, wait until the night is over.

"Don't cum yet, you don't want to be naughty for me, yeah?"

Satoru whispered, seating himself beside you as your family unwrapped their gifts. His hand sneakily dances along your ass, hinting at the punishment you would recieve if you didn't comply.

You were in for a long night.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru #inksbyali #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu gojo

[dominos-palast]

Lessons on flirting

Fandom: XMen

Pairing:   Kurt Wagner x fem!reader

Characters mentioned: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Peter Maximoff

Used Pronouns: (she/her)

Warnings: none

Request: yes

Part: 1/3

A/N: I made an exception and did a fem!reader one since it was requested like that. I will eventually upload a gn!reader version

P.S.: I decided to split the request into 3 because I wanted to post something since it’s taking longer than promised :’)

Summary: Kurt has a crush on one of the best fighters in the institute, but doesn’t know how to approach the situation. Thank goodness that Peter and his friends are there to support him.

Word Count: 1k

“I did not get my ass whooped.” Scott walked between Jean and Kurt, trying to defend himself from Jean’s accusations.

“Of course not. How could you ever? We all know how strong the great Scott Summers is.” Scott would have felt flattered by such a response if it weren’t for the sarcasm behind her words.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep making fun of me. As if you had done it better,” he said eyeing the ice pack Jean pressed to her shoulder, only gaining a slight strong nudge on his bruised arm.

Kurt couldn’t help but snicker at their bickering. They had been on it since their last class. The topic had been self-defence. The catch: The use of powers was strictly prohibited. This type of class had become more frequent since the rumours of a new power suppressant circulating in the black market started. The professor wanted all students to be able to defend themselves, with and without powers.

“You sure can laugh,” Scott glanced at Kurt. “We aren’t allowed to use our powers, but you still can use your tail to fight.”

Kurt smiled proudly and swung his tail from side to side, mocking him even further.

“These classes are stupid. I have literal lasers for eyes. I can fry anyone even miles away from me. Why should I train in close combat if no one can get close to me anyway?” Scott let himself fall on the couch, resting his feet on the table in front of him. Jean already knew it was his frustration talking. They all had been lectured enough to understand why such classes were necessary.

Jean followed Scott’s lead and made herself comfortable beside him. Kurt leaned against the armrest of the couch.

“He indeed has an advantage, but I wasn’t expecting him to be that good.” She directed her eyes toward Kurt “You put up a pretty good fight against her, considering she is top of the class,” said Jean approvingly.

Kurt’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned toward them.

It was clear to him who she was talking about.

You hadn’t been in the institute for long but you managed to make a name for yourself right away. You hadn’t lost a spar in the self-defence class until now, making you one of the strongest fighters in the class.

“But how come she’s so strong? Does she have enhanced strength or something?” asked Scott raising an eyebrow.

“No. Her power is to transform drawings into solid objects,” Kurt responded.

Jean nodded and added, “I saw one of the spars she had with an older student. She pulled out a literal sword from the tattoo on her arm and beat his ass right in front of everyone. But do you know why she really is so strong?” Scott looked up at Jean’s questions with expectancy. “It’s because she is not a couch potato. Unlike you, Scott”

Scott threw a pillow at her, which she quickly stopped with her telekinetic powers.

The conversation went on with more complaints and remarks about the self-defence classes.

Kurt's mind drifted away, thinking of today’s class. More specifically the spar you had with him.

The first time he met you was in the self-defence class where he has been witness to your many wins. He has seen how graciously you can move and how powerful every single punch of yours is.

His admiration for you grew further and further from that day on. Not only because of your abilities but also because you remained humble and kind instead of letting your accomplishments get to your head. You were someone Kurt looked up to because you didn’t simply knock your opponent down. You gave hints and advice on what the correct stance is, how to throw a proper punch and so on. After every spar, you helped your opponent up and cheered them up like a football team’s coach would do. And you did exactly the same thing with Kurt after sparring with him.

He had lasted longer than the majority of the students you had gone against, but you still managed to make him eat dust. He lay on the ground as you approached to lend a hand. Kurt noticed your hand and was about to accept your help, but then hesitated. He was sure you would feel uncomfortable, considering Kurt’s unusual handshape. But to his surprise, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto his feet. He felt his cheek burn when he noticed the short distance you had between each other, but you kept your grip on his hand. The words you said stuck to Kurt like glue: “That was amazing. Just as expected. We have to repeat this sometime soon”. That along with your beautiful, bright smile made his heart beat unusually fast.

“Earth to lover boy, are you listening?”

Kurt turned his head toward Scott and Jean. Both were staring at him with sneaky smiles on their faces.

“Entschuldigung?”, asked Kurt clearly confused.

Jean and Scott exchanged glances in amusement.

“You’ve been smiling like an idiot since we mentioned her”, Jean said raising her eyebrows.

Kurt felt his cheeks grow hotter. “Oh, I was thinking of- you know, class- I mean-”

“Dude, it’s so clear you have a crush on her. You drool every time she is near,” Scott said rolling his eyes.

“It’s not like-”

“You have a crush on her” Kurt yelped at the sudden presence behind him, teleporting onto the spot between Jean and Scott on the couch on reflex. “Like, totally obvious” Quicksilver took a long sip from his apple juice, only to look disgusted at it. “What’s the expiration date on this?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t realise.” Kurt looked worryingly at Peter. “Do you think she noticed? Oh no, what if I weirded her out?”

“Well, only one way to find out.”

Everyone stared at Peter expectantly as he sipped his juice with risen eyebrows.

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#Xmen #xmen x reader #xmen x fem!reader #Kurt Wagner x reader #Kurt Wagner x fem!reader #Kurt Wagner #Xmen Kurt Wagner #x reader #x fem!reader #x f!reader #Kurt Wagner f!reader #Kurt Wagner x f!reader #xmen x f!reader #x cool!reader #requested #Nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #nightcrawler x fem!reader #nightcrawler xmen #nightcrawler x f!reader #nightcrawler xmen x fem!reader

[openminded-freak]

Wally Darling x Feral!Reader Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to like the last part so I made another, enjoy!

"Bye bye, Neighbor! Let's do this again tomorrow!" Julie shouted from her front door. It was super dark by the time you left, but it was worth it. That woman can style hair like no one's business.

"Yeah, sure lol." You gave her a wave goodbye and began the trek home. You lived on the other side of the Neighborhood, almost next to Poppy's barn. You were a bit closer to the trees though.

After visiting you at your home, your neighbors realized how close you were to woods and warned against exploring them. You had assured them that you wouldn't and that you never had a interest in doing so anyway. What you didn't say was that you were almost certain there wasn't anything past them anyway. There was no where else to go.

But, honestly? You didn't mind being stuck here. The Neighborhood was pretty, your neighbors were friendly, and you got to appreciate Eddie and Julie as the eye candy that they are. Life was good.

Not to mention, most of your personal stuff came with you when you got sucked in to the Neighborhood. Your laptop, phone, and gaming consoles all operated normally here, somehow. You weren't sure if those were supposed to be there with you, but it didn't matter. Wally didn't know about it and it's not like he was welcomed in your home anyway. You'd throw his raggedy ass out the window if you ever saw him in your house.

As you were walking, you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You stopped, but you heard nothing. There wasn't anyone there either when you turned around. You started walking again and, after a moment, heard the footsteps start again. You didn't know anyone that would be out this late at night who would follow you home like this. Well, except for one little guy..

You continued walking. You pretended that you didn't hear anything behind as you began nearing your home. They continued right up until you got to your front door. You went inside and shut it behind you. You stood there for a moment with your back pressed against it before walking to one of your windows and peeking out the blinds.

Yep, there he was, in all of his glory. Wally was standing in front of the door, looking as though he was debating something. You watched him for a moment before having a sudden, wonderful idea.

-

All of the lights in the house were off except for your bedroom light. You weren't in there though, you were waiting in living room with your handy-dandy baseball bat. Your plan was to wait until he came in before you went to town on him, because then you'd have an excuse. It was self-defense, officer!

It didn't take long for him to help himself in. He slowly opened the door and looked around. Not like he could see anything from where he was, the house was pitch-black. You could see him though :). You waited from your spot on the floor until he passed by you, then quietly crept up to him from behind.

You yanked him by the collar and lifted him off the floor. "GOT CHA, BITCH!" He started squealing in fright and wriggling around, trying to escape your hold.

"Wait! Please, let me explain!-" You cackled in response. "Oh no, you little shit. Absolutely not. Breaking and entering? On top of kidnapping? I think you've earned yourself an ass-whooping." You put your bat down to open your window and stood in front of it a little ways back.

"When will you learn, that your actions have consequences?!" You screeched in a high-pitched voice, scaring Wally further.

"N-Neighbor, we can talk about this-" You ignored his pleas as you grabbed the bat. You held him front of you as you got ready. You lightly tossed him in the air and swung with all your might. He went fucking flying out the window.

You dropped the bat and cheered, "HOME RUN BABYYYYY!" You ran up to the window and stuck your head out. "AND STAY OUT, FUCKER."

He didn't say anything, just looked at you fearfully and fucking booked it back Home.

"He needs some milk," you noted, shutting the window.

I didn't proof-read this so take it or leave it 💅

#fanfiction #requests open #welcome home! #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home fandom #welcome home puppet show #cursed reader #little shit reader #little shit wally #wally's being a creep #he needs some milk

[burbur-49]

Scarred Love: Chapter Three: Let Me Hold Both Your Hands

A/n: I got a bit ahead of myself and finished this chapter in one sitting, looks like not that long of waiting time....Anyways, enjoy!

Word count: 1,311

Cw: somewhat insecure reader, Ghoap x f!reader, soulmates, talk about scars

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7~ Masterlist

You hesitantly look at their hands, your fingers twitch at your sides as you slowly lift your arms, placing your hands into theirs. Your hands feel so small and soft in theirs. As they start walking, along with them, you realize that you should probably tell Eve that you’re going somewhere with these two men.

“W-wait!” You say as you stop dead in your tracks, making them stop as well.

“What is it, Lass?” Johnny says as the turns to look at you. Simon turns to look at you as well.

“I should tell my friend I’m leaving.” You say as you look at the pair of them.

Johnny lets out a sigh. “Aye, smart lass. Go ahead, we’ll wait right here for you.” He says with a nod as he lets go of your hand, Simon mirrors his actions.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” You say before scurrying off to the bar where Eve is.

Eve notices when you appear by her side again and raises her eyebrow and looks at you.

“So, how’d it go? Do I need to whoop some ass?” She asks in all seriousness.

You let out a small laugh at her response. 

“No, no, no ass whooping needed. They just, uh, want to talk somewhere a bit more privateis all.” You say with a somewhat awkward laugh. 

Eve’s jaw drops, and she looks at you wide-eyed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my location on, and I’ll call you sometime tomorrow morning. If I don’t then you can totally whoop ass.” You say with a laugh that’s a bit more genuine this time.

Eve pulls you into another hug, “If you don’t call me tomorrow, I will get the cops involved.”

You know she’s serious, she’s never not in situations like these. It all the more adds to her seriousness with the little pocket knife she presses into your hand. You let go of the hug and look down at the knife.

“Thanks.” you say to her with a smile before grabbing your bag and you start to walk back over to Johnny and Simon.

You make your way back over to Johnny and Simon. Right before you get over to them you put the little pocket knife into your bag for safekeeping. You tap Johnny on the shoulder to tell him that you’re back.

“Ready to go Luv?” Simon asks as he holds out his hand for you to grab again.

“Yup.”  You reply with a smile as you grab his hand and reach for Johnny’s hand.

They start walking, you in between them, holding onto your hands with a mixture of protectiveness and confusion. As you walk down the unknown streets of Britain, you see a sign for The Arc Hotel. By just the look of it, you can tell it’s somewhat of a fancier hotel. Johnny and Simon stop in front of the entrance and look at you.

“You okay with talking here?” Johnny asks curiously when Simon adds; “We’ll get a room.”

“Yeah, this is fine.” You reply with a half-sweet, half-worried smile.

“Aye.” Johnny says with a smile as they lead you into the building.

They walk up to the front desk, Simon only letting go of your hand to get his wallet to pay for the hotel room. After getting the keycard, they lead you to the elevator and Simon clicks the button for the fifth floor. Johnny and Simon make sure to give you plenty of room in the elevator so you don’t feel any type of claustrophobic or squished. When the doors open, Simon exits first, followed by you, followed by Johnny. You’re scared of what this conversation could entail, but you’ll accept it no matter what.

If they didn’t believe you, they would’ve turned you down the moment you said anything about being their soulmate. When you enter the hotel room, Johnny notices your worry and decides to try something light to ease into the conversation.

“I just remembered, we never asked your name, bonnie girl.” He says with a sweet smile.

You tell them your name, and you’re met with smiles.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Simon says in a tone that melts half of your worry.

You look around the hotel room, it’s quite sizeable, like a mini apartment. You look at the couch in the far corner of the room and then look back at them.

“We should sit on the couch.” Johnny says as if he could read your mind.

You and Simon agree, and all three of you sit down on the couch. You don’t immediately start the conversation, you guys sit there for a few minutes, just breathing each other in. You take off your jacket and fold it into your lap. After a few minutes, Johnny speaks up.

“Strip for us.” He says deadpan.

You look at him with wide eyes, “What the fuck?” you squeak out as your face heats up.

“Johnny!” Simon reprimands as he gives a swift smack to the back of Johnny’s head.

“Ow! Lord!” Johnny groans as his hand reaches for the back of his head. “Sorry! Sorry! I meant for you to undress so we could take a look at all the scars to make sure it’s identical to ours.” He quickly apologizes.

“Then why didn’t you just say that?” You and Simon say in unison which catches the both of you off guard.

The action of the two of you speaking in unison is really funny to Johnny for some reason and he can’t help but laugh. His laughter makes you and Simon laugh. You’re all just sitting there laughing, you honestly don’t remember the last time you laughed like this. Maybe moments like these come so easily with a soulmate, or in your case, soulmates. After a bit of calming down and catching his breath, Johnny speaks again.

“So…Are you going to show us? I mean you really only have to take off your shirt, no pressure though.” He says calmly while placing a hand on your knee.

“I’ll….I’ll do it.” You say with a shakey breath as you slowly stand up.

Once you’re standing, you start to remove your shirt, exposing your upper body to them. Exposing the scars on your upper body. You can feel them staring at each individual scar. Each little one tells a story about their life, and their job. If you had any scars of your own they wouldn’t be able to tell, only you would be able to point it out to them. They wanted to know if any of the scars you and they harbored were from things that happened to you. Stories of your own etched into their skin, like stories of theirs, are etched into yours. 

They go from looking at you with awe to looking at you with sympathy. It hurt like hell when they got those scars, hell they know you felt the pain because they also felt each other’s pain. They were bedridden with the injuries they got some of the scars from. It was hard handling it together, they can only imagine how hard it was for you to deal with the pain….You must hate them for causing you all the pain you suffered through. Johnny’s eyes well up with tears as he looks at you. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap.

“Bonnie…” He sniffles before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Hey…Uh….What?” You look over to Simon for some kind of guidance or clue as to why Johnny is so suddenly hugging you in his lap.

Except, when you look at Simon, you get a look of tear-filled eyes. It’s confusing the hell out of you. What is going on? Is all you can think as Johnny tightens his hold on you. You are thoroughly confused.

Taglist: @under-the-dirt @littlebluespoon @actuallyhiswife @cassiecasluciluce @darling006 @cdej6

#ghoap x reader #soulmates #ghost x reader #ghost x soap #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #ghost x female reader #Scarred Love

[ilydottie]

| Heaven’s Name |

Painter!Albedo x Muse!Reader

Warnings: He/Him pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for reader, afab reader, smut, not sfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blowjobs, oral sex (reader to albedo), Albedo cums in your mouth whoops, cock riding, love confessions, mutual pining, implied slow burn, very self indulgent but not necessarily selfship, Albedo is very nervous and embarrassed in this <3, reader is implied to be trans masc, reader and Albedo get domestic towards the end, Albedo paints reader, strangers -> friends -> lovers, ass spanking, reader has hair, hair pulling, slight soulmate au, reader is called: sweetheart, good boy, baby; 2.4k words.

A/n: Wow i don’t think I’ve written something this long in SUCH a long time uhh so yeah I went a little overboard haha, but I had SO much fun writing this and I hope y’all love it <3 And if you haven’t read this already, you should be because this is a sequel to that drabble <3

It had been weeks after Albedo had committed his runaway stunt in the midst of a painting session, and it left you wondering, or rather thinking about why, he had run away. He hadn’t left much to mystery, what with how loud he was and all, but you weren’t about to give away his dirty little secret. At least, not yet. Instead you relaxed into the cushions of his bed just as you always did and let out a small breath, trying your best to remain comfortable and still. You looked to the walls that were covered in paintings, mostly of you, but there were also some landscapes, as well. Some familiar and some not. 

You reverted your gaze back towards Albedo and the both of you locked eyes, the two of you quickly getting lost in the color of each other’s irises. That’s when you saw how his eyes fluttered, opening and closing at a rapid rate, until you heard the clank of a paintbrush falling against the wooden easel. Trying your best to stifle your giggles you bit your cheek, but it did little to hide your amusement. As much as Albedo wanted to hide in his shame and embarrassment, he just couldn’t. Not when your smile was so beautiful. It set his soul on fire and in response he rubbed the part of his body where his heart lay underneath, hoping it would satiate the burn that was building up in his chest, but it still wouldn’t relieve the tingling feeling spreading throughout his body.  

“S-sorry about that. Let’s continue.” He said in a shaky voice. 

And so you both did just that, you continued, and as time went on the more nervous and hot the both of you became. You watched as the beads of sweat trailed down his face and neck onto his shirt, and he studied the way you squirmed slightly on the same bed he fantasized you two sharing together. As more time went by it became increasingly hard to avoid the inevitable, and that’s when Albedo was faced with the shameful fact that he was extremely hard at that moment. He went to excuse himself from you when your eyes begged him to stay. Pleading with him to not be afraid to ask for more, be more than just a painter and you his muse. 

“I’ll be right back-” He began, but was cut off by your frantic voice. If it weren’t for his own anxiousness he wouldn’t have missed the way your voice trembled when you spoke to him.

You got up and slowly approached him, pressing a gentle palm against his cheek. “Stay. Please?” You asked timidly. 

He nodded very slowly and stared at you with half-lidded eyes, and as you leaned in for a passionate kiss his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting it, but christ did it feel fucking fantastic. It was everything he had always dreamt of and more, like a thousand galaxies were exploding all over his body all at the same exact time. At first he pushed you away slightly, pulling out of your hold and promising this won’t happen again and that he was sorry, swearing he’s not usually like this and that he wasn’t sure why he was acting so out of control, but you silenced him with a smile and a kiss. 

“Shh, relax. I want this, too, Albedo. So, please, relax?” You reassured him as you kissed his cheek gingerly. 

Finally, he nodded and relaxed his body, allowing you to do whatever would please you most. Both your minds were racing a mile a minute and yet, neither of you stopped for a second even as the what if’s were causing your worlds to spin. Albedo was quiet the entire time aside from the few whimpers and moans that slipped past his lips. Try as he might’ve to suppress his noises, it was inevitable. Your hands roamed his body and it was becoming more and more difficult for Albedo to hide his hard on, but eventually he gave up the fight after your hands grazed the tip of his cock just slightly. 

He let out an abrupt gasp, “I’m… I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop.” 

You pulled away momentarily to check his expression and was met with his beet red face, and a hand covering his drool stained mouth. It soon became very evident to you that he wasn’t asking to stop because he didn’t enjoy, but rather the complete opposite. He relished in the way your hands touched his body, from his hands up to his arms and then his neck, he couldn’t help but sigh and look at you lovingly when you held his face in your hands. 

He was going to say something, a few hopelessly romantic words I’m sure, but his attention was turned towards your words instead. “You say that but…” You paused and leaned in, pressing your lips to his earlobe, “You and I both know how badly you want this.” 

He swallowed hard and gripped the arms of the chair he was currently leaning back in. You were right, and a part of him hated that fact, but another part of him couldn’t wait to find out what that meant for the both of you. So, he swallowed hard, again, and grabbed your wrist with his hand which shook, and placed it on his cock which throbbed inside his pants. You were right, he did want this, but he was too nervous to do a thing about it. At least, that’s what it felt like beforehand, but now? Now he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you and entangle his body with yours. 

Keeping your eyes trained on him you lowered yourself on your knees and began to unbutton his pants, slowly pulling out his cock and giving it a few taps on the flat of your tongue. Albedo was already dying to shove you all the way down to the base of his cock, but he resisted. His face burned with desire and already his hips were jerking up into the air for any sort of pleasurable sensation. He tried to stop but he couldn’t, not before you forced his hips down and swallowed his cock whole. Albedo writhed and whined underneath you as you licked your way up and down his shaft. Taking your sweet time you pushed your lips past the thick, red tip of his cock. His tip was throbbing and leaking with precum and with every flick of your tongue and touch of your lips, you could feel Albedo becoming less and less in control. 

His hips jerked the more time went on and before you knew it the poor man was pushing you away, again, too caught up in his own pleasure to realize he had already released himself all over your face. Immediately he covered his face in embarrassment and apologized profusely to you, but all you did was laugh. 

“You’re cute.” You giggled, and your eyes scrunched closed as you smiled.

Albedo looked away in embarrassment, too bashful to make eye contact with you, but you pulled his head to face you, insisting that he look deep into your eyes. That was the moment that you leaned in for another kiss, taking your time to enjoy the sensation of his lips against yours. He whimpered into the kiss as you climbed on top of him, beginning to remove your bottoms. His breath hitched when you carefully and gently stroked his cock, struggling to catch his breath. 

You pulled away for a second to look at him and asked, “You doin’ okay?” 

Albedo looked at you with eyes brimming with lust and love, he was ready, more ready than he had anticipated. He nodded and leaned his head against the palm of your hand that was now resting against his face, and gave you a tender smile. Then he placed a hand over yours and opened his eyes, finally speaking. 

“Before we continue there’s something I have to confess.” He admitted, his fingers now trembling slightly.

You nodded and he took a big breath before confessing, “I’m– well– I am and have been in love with you for quite some time now, and I thought you deserved to know before we continued.” 

Before he could say another word you cut him off with a kiss on the lips, passionately you parted and joined your lips with his as his hands hovered over your hips. Eager to touch you but too scared to, out of some peculiar fear that if he did you would vanish into thin air, but to his shock and amazement you pulled his hands onto your body, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Then you backed out of the kiss to gaze into his glistening eyes. 

You smiled and admitted, “I know, and I’m in love with you, too, Albedo.” 

“Oh. Oh wow, I had- I had no idea that you felt the same way.” He stammered, too nervous and happy to be his usual reserved self. 

“Now…” You began to say as you situated yourself back on top of him, hovering over his cock, “Can we continue? I was really enjoying it before, ya know.” Your face was hot due to embarrassment regardless of the confidence you portrayed in that moment. 

Albedo was quiet for a moment out of confusion but then he realized exactly what you meant, and he said, ‘Oh- Oh! Yes, of course we can continue. P-Please do..” 

Without hesitation you slid yourself onto his cock with a lewd moan, bracing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders and rode him. Gradually you sped up the pace little by little until the sound of slapping skin echoed in the room. Soon the both of you were a symphony of moans and whimpers, the wet slapping of your bodies enhancing the experience. You allowed your hips to roll against the rhythm of his for a while, until he abruptly took control by turning you on your side and lifting your leg up to gain better access to your cunt. 

You whimpered at the sudden change of position and clung to him desperately, gazing deep into his eyes and getting lost in the color of them, again. Those beautiful, turquoise eyes of his captivated you and soon you became just as lost in them as you had with the high of the moment. Your nails dug into his soft back, leaving red marks trailing behind them. Albedo looked at you briefly before leaning in for a passion-filled kiss, his hand slid up to fist your hair as he fucked you rough and hard. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He cooed, leaving kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach. 

You moaned, “Fuuuuck. I want more, gimme m-more, please, ‘Bedo.” 

He grinned mischievously before flipping you onto your stomach. “On your knees.” He demanded and you did just that. Once you were on your knees he pressed the flat of his hand on your back, bracing himself as he slid inside of you with ease. You were soaking wet and already begging for more with only your body, but Albedo wanted to hear those begs from your very own lips, and so he was determined to do just that. 

“You’re very wet, sweetheart. You've wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” He asked, all too pleased with the reaction he’d gotten from you. 

You nodded quietly, trying not to say a word except for the whiny ‘Mhmmm’ that you hummed accidentally. Albedo wasn’t pleased with your response and spanked you lightly on the ass just once. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?” He asked calmly. 

You gave in and started to beg, “Y-yes I have… Please, keep going, Albedo.”

He smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Without warning Albedo began to fuck you fervently and without remorse, you’d never seen this side of him before. It was like the painter you’d always had an eye for was someone entirely different when it was just the two of you, and as much as you supposed you should’ve found that alarming, you didn’t. In fact it was the opposite, you loved it. Like you got to see a special side of him that was kept secret save for you. 

Albedo rolled his hips at a fast and hard pace, hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly every time. He was comparable to an archon –or what you at least imagined that pure bliss to be like– but better. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time his pelvis slapped against your ass. Oh, it was pure heaven, but you were disappointed when your high had come around so early. Thankfully, for you he wasn’t done just yet. 

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, stroking your hip gently with his thumbs. 

“Can you do one more for me? Just one more and then we can take a break?” He pleaded, nearly begging you for more. In his own reserved way, of course.

For the next few hours you two shared a bed filled with moments of bliss and pure euphoria, ripping release after release from both of your bodies. You lost count of the many times he had made you cum and vice versa, and the moment your head rested against the pillow afterwards you were fast asleep, but that didn’t erase the bliss buzzing throughout your entire body. Even in your sleep your body remembered what it felt like to be loved and ravaged, truly and passionately. And while you were fast asleep, Albedo took that as the perfect opportunity to paint you in your most peaceful state. 

This time he took all the time in the world, smiling as he painted your face resting peacefully against the soft, fluffy pillows which lifted your head up. You looked like the purest of angels sleeping soundly in his bed, and if he hadn’t known any better he wouldn’t have been convinced otherwise. After another hour or two passed and the painting was finished, he followed suit and slipped into bed next to you, turned off the nearby lamp on his nightstand and wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close as he finally drifted off into the best sleep he’d ever had in years. 

#albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #albedo smut #genshin smut

[tboygareth]

always happy to help a writer's slump and i'm requesting for purely selfless reasons: "bend over the desk, love" + steddie hehehehe

107. "bend over the desk, love" yeah this one's gonna get spicy. cws: hand kink, praise kink, anal fingering

"bend over the desk, love."

eddie is stripped bare in their home office, his cock half hard as steve opens the drawer - left hand side, second one down - to retrieve a bottle of lube and place it on the desk. steve is smirking at him as eddie lowers his bare chest to the mahogany.

the cap to the bottle of lube pops open and steve upends it over his open palm. he warms it between his hands.

his hands.

eddie fucking loves steve's hands. wide palms and long, thick fingers. he doesn't have to spread the lube over his hands like it's lotion but he does it anyway, because he knows that eddie likes the way it sounds, the way it looks. he likes seeing steve's hands shine with the stuff between his fingers, he likes the wet noise it makes when he fucks two of his fingers into the fist of his other hand, just like what he's most definitely about to do to eddie's ass.

when steve seems to thinks his hands are slick enough, he moves behind eddie and takes a seat in his big luxurious office chair. he rolls right up behind eddie and hooks a thumb into his ass. just like that. no warning, no nothing, just whoop - in it goes.

and eddie fucking keens. it's like clockwork every goddamn time. steve hooks that thumb in there and immediately zeroes in on eddie's prostate. he gets that thumb in there, presses up against eddie's prostate, and he holds. eddie feels pinned down, his skin prickling with the heat of his wanting.

"good?" steve asks, and eddie nods. "can't hear you, baby."

"good," eddie groans, and steve is pressing his thumb even harder into that spot inside him now.

steve holds him open like that, and with his other hand steve reaches for the lube again. there's the pop of the cap, and then cold liquid on eddie's hole. eddie shivers with it, revels in the stretch of his hole as steve replaces that thumb with two of his fingers. the knuckles catch and drag on his rim as steve presses forward and pulls back and it punches a gasp from deep within eddie's chest.

"hold your cheeks open for me, baby." eddie reaches back, spreads his asscheeks with his hands. he hears the chair roll away as steve stands behind him. "there you go. so good for me."

"steve," eddie whines, unsure of he's overwhelmed by the praise or the sensation of those thick, clever fingers stroking into him, over his prostate and then spreading on the pull back.

eddie's cock is hard and leaking, trapped between his body and the smooth, supple wood of the desk beneath him, and steve is working his ass open so fucking thoroughly on those goddamned fingers of his that eddie's not entirely sure he'll last long enough for steve to get his dick in him.

"ah, fuck, stevie, your hands," eddie whines.

"yeah? think you can come like this for me?"

steve doesn't wait for his response. he bullies a third finger in beside the other two and the stretch is making eddie sweat. he presses his hips back, seeking more of that slide and burn, and he thinks he might be moaning, speaking, begging for more. his fingernails dig into the edge of the desk as he hangs on for dear life.

steve's hands are like magic, one working inside eddie to bring him off while the other presses firmly down between his shoulder blades to keep him steady, keep him pinned. eddie can't move all that much like this, can't thrust against the desk the way he wants to to get some friction on his cock.

the coil in his gut is tightening, tightening. it won't be long now.

it never takes eddie very long when they do this. he should maybe be embarrassed at just how much this does it for him, steve's fingers fucking in and out of him like this. he should maybe be embarrassed that even now, years into their relationship and years of getting his hole thoroughly fucked by steve's fingers like this, it still takes him no time at all to come untouched.

"steve," eddie whimpers. "stevie, i'm gonna come."

"already?' steve asks, his voice dripping with that very specific brand of affectionate condescension that he reserves just for moments like this. "that's alright, baby. let me hear you."

and then steve's hand twists in such a way that shatters all of eddie's resolve to try and last just a little bit longer. he tips over the edge, his trapped cock pulsing as spurt after spurt smears between his belly and the desk.

eddie could fall asleep like this if steve would let him - satiated, face down on the desk with his own spend cooling and drying on his skin - but steve would never let him. he draws eddie into his arms, sitting him up in his lap in that big leather office chair, and he wipes him down. eddie never knows where the rag comes from - whether steve's had it prepared for afterwards the entire time or if eddie himself loses a couple of minutes while steve runs off to their bathroom to get it - but he relaxes into the warmth of it all.

steve's hands are gentle on his skin; steve holds him, takes such good care of him in the aftermath. later, when steve guides eddie to their bed, eddie will return the favor. suck him off maybe. for now, though, eddie just floats, basks in the sensations of steve's hands on him.

goddamn but he fucking loves steve's hands.

help me kick writer's block in the teeth

#this turned into a love letter to steve's hands???? #i figure if anybody will appreciate that it's you alice <33 #bee's blurbs #yournowheregirl #steddie

[corrodedhawkins]

Obey Your Master - Part Two

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Words: 2.7K

Master of Puppets blares through the speakers. “We’re definitely fucking to this song until we wear out the tape” he yells, head banging to the beat.

“Eddie, isn’t this song like 10 minutes long?” you whine as he pulls you close.

“8 minutes and 36 seconds, to be exact” he corrects, trailing kisses down your neck.

“Oh my fucking God. You’re such a nerd.”

Eddie smirks, licking a hot stripe from the base of your neck to your ear, stopping to nibble on the lobe. “And you’re going to let this nerd fuck this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

Tuesday nights at the Hideout were your favorite. You, and a crowd of about five drunks, had the pleasure of watching your boyfriend lead his band, Corroded Coffin. You hated to admit it, but seeing Eddie up on that stage expertly playing his guitar while his skin glistened with sweat got you worked up. That and your plan for tonight already had you squeezing your thighs together on the barstool as you waited for Eddie to finish packing up his equipment.

An hour later Eddie was pushing you up against the side of his van, hands on your hips as he mouthed at your neck. “I have a surprise for you”, you whispered. Eddie detached himself from your neck and looked down at you excitedly. “Yeah? You finally getting my name tattooed on your ass?” You threw your head back with a laugh, Eddie quickly bringing his hand up to cradle the back of your head to keep you from slamming against the van.

“No! The day I get your name on my ass is the day you let me peg you”, your eyebrows raise waiting for his response. “Mean. You’re just mean” he shakes his head, smiling. “Oh I’m mean? Guess that means you don’t want your surprise”, you singsong as you detach yourself from his grip. You move to walk away, but Eddie grabs you and spins you so your front is against the van as he presses himself against your back.

He grinds into your ass, letting out a low groan. He feels something in the pocket of your skirt and looks down to find the outline of a cassette tape. “Is this my surprise?” he asks, reaching down to slip it from your pocket. You nod as you turn around to face him. “If I recall, I did promise that you could fuck me in the back of this very van to your favorite song. So I made you a tape of the song on loop”. Eddie lets out an honest to God whoop and pumps his fist into the air. “Hell yeah!” He grabs you by the hand and whips the van door open as he drags you into the back.

He pops the cassette into the stereo, cranks the volume and scrambles back to you on the mattress on the floor in the back of the van. Master of Puppets blares through the speakers. “We’re definitely fucking to this song until we wear out the tape” he yells, head banging to the beat. “Eddie, isn’t this song like 10 minutes long?” you whine as he pulls you close. “8 minutes and 36 seconds, to be exact” he corrects, trailing kisses down your neck. “Oh my fucking God. You’re such a nerd'.

Eddie smirks, licking a hot stripe from the base of your neck to your ear, stopping to nibble on the lobe. “And you’re going to let this nerd fuck this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”. You let out a moan before you could stop yourself. “That’s what I thought.” You could hear the smugness in his voice as he smiles against your skin. “What else are you gonna let me do?” He asks, moving lower to suck on the delicate skin of your throat. “Whatever you want”, you gasp as he sucks an angry bruise into your skin.

He detaches himself from your neck and looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Anything I want?” “Yes!”, you laugh. “This is your surprise. Do whatever you want with me, master”, you bat your eyelashes for good measure. Eddie groans out a low “fuck” before he cups your cheek, bringing your gaze to his. He places a soft kiss to your lips, “You tell me if it gets to be too much. You remember your safe word?”

You can barely nod affirmatively before Eddie jumps into action. He grabs at his belt buckle, undoing it in record time before pulling out his half hard cock. He gives himself a few strokes before he looks at you, then back down at his lap. “Suck”. You immediately settle into position and take the head of his cock into your mouth, savoring the taste of his salty precum on your tongue. You switch from long, deep strokes that makes the head bump the back of your throat to placing soft, delicate kisses to the tip.

He lets you have your fun until he finally snaps. Eddie grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to roughly guide you back and forth on his cock. You’re gagging, disgusting sounds coming from the back of your throat. They should gross you out, but they’re making you so wet. Eddie using your mouth exactly the way he wants while you choke and gag might be one of your favorite fantasies. “I thought you said ‘anything I want?’”, Eddie asks. “I told you to ‘suck���, not ‘tease the fuck out of me’, didn't I, baby?”

You try to nod, but his grip on your hair keeps you in place as he fucks into your mouth. You manage a garbled moan, the vibrations making Eddie buck up further into your mouth. Tears are leaking from the corners of your eyes, smearing your mascara. He hears you sniffling between thrusts and pulls you up by your hair so he can get a good look at you. “Oh baby. Look at you, crying over how much you love my cock?”. He smooths his hand over your hair, touch soft and gentle. “I can’t wait to see how hard I can make you cry with my mouth”.

He pushes you onto your back and flips up your skirt, expecting to find a nice pair of panties for the special occasion. Instead, he’s met with your glistening cunt. The insides of your thighs are soaked, sticky with your arousal. “Fuck”, Eddie groans. “You were wearing this”, he flicks at the hem of your skirt, “Tiny little thing with no panties on?” You nod, cheeks heating.

“You’re telling me”, Eddie glares up at you, “That while you were dancing and bouncing around during the show, you could have flashed anyone who happened to look over?”. “Y-yes?”, you answer timidly. “You are in so much fucking trouble, baby”, Eddie growls. “Over my lap”, he settles into the carpet, legs crossed. When you don’t move fast enough, he pats his knee and commands, “now”.

You scramble to lay over his lap, ass up. He flicks up the hem of your skirt and grabs your flesh roughly. “This ass is for my eyes only”, he squeezes and kneads your ass as he speaks. “I thought that had been made perfectly clear, but I guess you’re in need of a reminder”. He digs his nails into your skin, laughing as you flinch from the discomfort. “This ass is getting beat, babe. How many do you think you deserve?”

You think carefully. You’re pretty sure whatever you answer with at this point is just going to get you into more trouble. So why not goad him a little. “Um. None?”. Eddie barks out a loud laugh, the movement jostling you on his lap. “Oh now I know you’re fucking with me. I’m gonna fuck that bratty attitude out of you later, sweetheart. Don’t you worry”.

Without warning, his hand came down on your ass hard, twice. You yelped at the shock of pain as he brings his other hand to clamp down on your hip when you try to squirm away. “I guess I’ll just have to decide how many you deserve, then. That was two. Keep count”. He smacks your ass again, pausing after it lands waiting for you to count. “Three”, you whimper. Eddie’s hand smacks down onto your ass three times in rapid succession, causing you to cry out. “Six”, you eventually sputter out.

The next blow is the hardest, and it makes your eyes well up with tears. You sniffle out a “seven” before he can prompt you. He eases up for the eight, ninth hit, and you count them obediently. “Last one”, he murmurs before landing one last blow on your ass. You count it as you let out a shaky breath. “Good. You’re doing so good”, Eddie praises. He palms the heated flesh of your ass, the cold of his rings almost enough to soothe the sting.

“Now”, he says, pushing your head down into the carpet so your stomach slides further off of his lap, giving him the perfect view of your soaked folds. “How many does this pretty pussy deserve?” Your eyes go wide and your breath catches in your throat. “W-what?”. Eddie moves two fingers down to glide down to your leaking hole, collecting your slick as he makes his way back up to circle your clit. “Your cunt is mine too, honey. And judging by this little stunt, you’ve forgotten that. So, how many do you deserve?”

“You decide. You’re in charge”, you answer. “Good girl”, You can hear the smugness in his voice. He lands the first slap against your cunt and you cry out, nails digging into Eddie’s leg. He clears his throat above you. “One!”, you count. “There you go. Good”. Hits two and three are harder. You let out a particularly pitifully whimper, causing Eddie to halt his movements. He runs a hand soothingly up your back and softly asks, “Color?” “Green”, you immediately answer. “Just overwhelmed”. Eddie nods and helps you with your count, “Three”.

He brings his hand from your pussy to his mouth, licking your arousal off his fingers. “You are so fucking wet”, he groans. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”. You immediately nod. You weren’t expecting to enjoy this so much, and yet here you are, so turned on you feel like you could cum if he hit your clit just right. As if reading your mind, Eddie spreads your folds and lands a hit directly onto your clit, causing you to buck in his lap, pussy clenching down on nothing. You’re shaking, it’s all too much but not enough. You’re struggling to keep count, “Four”.

“You’re such a slut, enjoying your punishment”. He brings two fingers to your hole, circling but never dipping in. You try to push back onto them, but Eddie grabs your hip to keep you still. “Ah, ah. You’ve been good. Don’t ruin it now”. He moves his fingers up to your clit, just barely grazing it. “One more and you’re done”. One last blow lands right over your hole and you cry out. You need to cum so badly, tears are rolling down your face. You whisper a barely audible “five” as you shake on Eddie’s lap.

He pulls you up and turns you so you’re laying in his lap with your head on his chest. He cards his fingers through your hair soothingly. “You alright?” You nod into his shirt. “Still ok if I fuck you?” You nod again, “If I don’t cum soon I’ll die”. Eddie throws his head back and laughs, “Noted. Go lay on your stomach for me”, he motions to the other side of the mattress. You settle, laying your head on your crossed arms underneath you.

He gives you no warning before he’s crowding up behind you, pushing into your tight heat. You nearly sob, white knuckling the mattress. “I’m not sure if you learned your lesson earlier, babe. This pussy is mine, do you understand?” You bite your lip and nod as you try to gain leverage and rock back into his cock.

A hand on your hip stops you. “You’ll take what you’re given. Be good. Answer me. This pussy is mine. Do you understand?”, he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust. “Yes!”, you cry out. “This pussy is yours, Eddie”. You hear him chuckle behind you, “You’re goddamn right it is”. He grabs your hips and angles them just so, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? I can feel how hard you’re squeezing my cock. You’re close, aren’t you?” You whimper and nod. “Can I cum?” “Good girl, asking for permission.”, he praises. “But no, you can’t”. You wail, tears blurring your vision. “Please? I’ve been so good”, you whine.

He thinks for a moment, “Fine”. You immediately wedge your hand between yourself and the mattress, fingers finding your clit. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”, Eddie asks, grabbing your arm and pinning it behind your back. “You said I could cum!”, you protest. Eddie tightens his hold on the wrist against your back. “I said you could cum. You cum like this or you don’t cum at all”.

Oh, he’s playing dirty. You’ve always wanted to cum just from him fucking you but haven’t ever been able to get there. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on just how good he feels inside of you. Eddie picks up his pace, fucking into fast and hard. "Better hurry up, sweetheart. I'm getting close. If you don't cum before I do, you're not coming tonight". You're so close, you can feel how hard you're gripping Eddie's cock. You shift so you can fuck back on his cock, needed all the stimulation you can get. Thankfully, Eddie doesn't protest. His thrusts are getting erratic, and you know he's holding himself back so you can cum. 

"C'mon baby. Cum for me. I know you're close", he grinds the head of his cock into your g-spot, making your muscles seize. "Be a good girl and cum", is all you need to hear before your orgasm washes over you. You feel Eddie cum right as you do, groaning as he releases into you. He catches his breath before pulling out and laying next to you, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Good?", he asks. You nod, "Really fucking good".

“ Hey Eddie?”, you ask softly. “Yeah babe?”, he looks over at you. “Can you shut the music off? I’m getting a headache”. Eddie chuckles and shuts the music off before settling down next to you on the mattress. He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you close.

There’s a soft knock on the back door of the van. “Hey-uh, guys?”, Gareth calls. You freeze, eyes going wide as you look over at Eddie. “Uh. Um, Yeah? What do you need?”, Eddie calls back as he shimmies back into his boxers. “It’s just-I left my bag in there with my keys and I kinda need to go home. So”, he answers. “I-I’m really sorry, Eddie”, he stutters out. “I just-I didn’t realize I’d left it in there until you were already gone so I came out to get it and the van was, well, rocking”, he rambles.

Your hand comes up to cover your face, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “And I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt, you know? So I just waited for it to stop. Rocking”, he continues. Eddie points at a stray blanket and motions for you to cover yourself. He bounds up to the passenger seat and grabs Gareth’s bag. As soon as he sees you’re covered, he cracks open the door and practically throws the bag at him.

“Thank you!”, Gareth yells as the door slams shut. “Sorry I heard you guys, y’know. The music was loud but I could still hear-“. Eddie cuts him off and huffs, "Okay Gareth, please go away now!". You hear Gareth mumble one last "sorry" before retreating. "I am never going to be able to look him in the eye again without blushing", you groan. Eddie chuckles as he gets dressed, "Babe, I can guarantee you he's on his way home right now to jerk off". You reach for the nearest piece of clothing and chuck it at his head. "Ew! You are so fucking gross!". 

"Hey! Can you blame the kid with all the shit you were saying? 'This pussy is yours, Eddie. This is the best dick I've ever had in my life Eddie. You've ruined me for anyone else, master', I'm surprised he didn't cum in his pants". You throw him a look, "I never said that". Eddie grins as he hands you your skirt, "Fine. But it was obviously implied". 

The next time you see Gareth at Hellfire Club, he can't quite look you or Eddie in the eye. 

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If anyone would actually read a part 3 where reader pegs Eddie lmk

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #Melissa writes #obey your master

[14muffinz]

Whoops! It seems like twin-sync leo has run off to who knows where! Have you seen him?

[this answer is a collaboration with the original asker. the parts in april's perspective are mine, and the parts in donnie's perspective are hers. I hope this still makes some semblance of sense]

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April nearly crashes into the turtle, just barely managing to catch herself in time. Maybe running around the arena isn't the best idea, but, well, she's gotta find her brother somehow.

After stumbling into an alternate April, Donnie blinked a few times in surprise, sure he knew there was other April's, but there weren't too many around in here.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," she says. She might have, for all she knows, but with how hyperfocused she's been on finding her own, she's spotted plenty of different ages, heights, eye colours, and so on. She hasn't focused to hard on anyone in purple, though, and thus she can't help but startle when she realises that this Donnie seems to have slider markings on top of his own. (She should probably be used to weirdness by now, but there's something especially off-putting about seeing something unknown in one of her brothers. "Have you seen my Leo?"

A moment too late, she realises that he probably doesn't know what her Leo actually looks like.

After registering her question he grimaced slightly as he spoke, “Ah… well maybe?? There's a shocking amount of blue here actually..” he ended his statement with a nervous chuckle.

April huffs, figuring she might as well take a bit of a breather. "No kidding. At least my bro's will be able to catch up with me if they don't have any better luck, I'm sticking out a bit I think."

She figures that they're probably still looking for Leon. She can't exactly imagine any of them giving up, unless they do something stupid like trying to use their ninpo to aid in the search.

"I wonder if there's a better way at catching their attention here than just running around aimlessly. I went to the, uh, lost and found corner earlier with my bros, but that place seemed to make it worse than better, to be honest. And, like, this is a really good opportunity to find my brother, since he's been missing for a while, so I can't just…" she trails off, then winces. "Right, sorry, you don't need my life story. Did your brother run off while he was here, or have you been looking for him the whole time?"

Donnie tilted his head to the side as he began recounting the earlier events that lead to Leo running away, “So we may have made friend while we were here, and he thought it would be fun to introduce one of HIS friends to US…” the striped turtle paused for a second “…which wouldn't have been a PROBLEM if he wasn't so… menacing, to put it lightly.”

The purple-clad turtle looked back at April with a nervous expression, “And he kinda… ran off at the sight of him…” the turtle sighed in frustration, “and apparently he got REALLY fast cause I couldn't catch up to him..”

"Ah. Good luck finding him, I guess," she responds awkwardly.

He then directed the question back at her “What about you? Has your Leo been missing long?” He asked.

April nods in response to his question, shoving her hands into her pockets and wrapping one hand around the fidget cube that she's got stored inside. She starts frantically tapping at buttons while she says, "Uh, yeah. He's been missing for over a year at this point, and we haven't had a lot of leads. He just... up and left one night."

It's not really the whole story. It's his missing arm, the one that's still in beta and specially made for fighting at that. It's the nail marks in Draxum's table, as though someone had frantically gripped it, and how Big Mama has been on their asses for months about a robbery that never even happened.

"When we got here, we realised that a lot of other reunions were going on, so we figured that he had to be here somewhere. But so far, no dice. The costumes really aren't helping any."

he took in her response and said “Oh, well my Leo was trapped in another dimension before this whole thing started, but we could still talk, sometimes at least.” He got quieter as he spoke, truly thinking about going a whole year without ever knowing if Leo was even alive… finally came to a resolve with a determined expression, empathy filled eyes looked back to the alternate version of his sister.

"That's good," she says weekly, forcing herself to push down the jealousy that builds. She'd give anything to talk to her missing brother right about now, but she isn't going to allow herself to get upset over something she's glad someone had.

He offered her a hand and with a smile he spoke “How about we team up and look for him together?” In his mind he resolved that his own Leo would be okay for a little longer.

April smiles and nods, reaching out her non-fidgeting hand to shake his. "I'll help find yours too, y'know. It's only fair. The more eyes the better, and all."

When they release the handshake, she grabs her phone out of her pocket, quickly flipping over to a folder full of comfort videos with her and her family. They'd made it shortly after the Kraang Incident, when emotions and separation anxiety were running rampant, and it's been getting tons of use since Leon vanished. She scrolls over to a group photo, taken just a few weeks before he'd gone missing, and shows it to the alternate version of her brother. "This is my fam, so that you can help look. I don't really know if I need help looking for my brothers, since supposedly we'll get tossed back home when all this is over, but... I don't know, it seemed important, I guess."

She twists the cube in her pocket, starting to toy with another side. She's definitely sure that the clicking of the button is now audible, but doesn't particularly care.

Donnie did his best to not acknowledge the faint, but still audible, clicking he heard in an effort to not stress April out any more than he may have already.

Looking towards the picture, he made sure to commit the faces- but in particular Leo's- to memory so he could accurately search alongside her.

As they searched, Donnie encouraged and contributed to telling stories of their respective Leos in an effort to lighten the mood.

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Thanks for writing this with me, was a blast!

@tmntaucompetition

#au comp stuff #wouldn't it be easier #twin-sync (more than you think)

[monochromepalette]

I am here with yet another request bc I have writers block rn and I can't think of a proper story 😋 I know you're working on a oneshot already so I don't wanna be a bother </3 So yeah this is just a suggestion if you could consider it it would be amazing and I am talking too much AAAA anyways. A really patient reader. SO PATIENT AND GULLIABLE YOU COULD PUNCH THEM AND THEY WOULD APOLOGISE FOR BOTHERING YOU. Going crazy. THEY FINALLY RAGE. (Bc of Adeuce duo ofc who else)

THEY START CURSING, SCREAMING AND EVERYTHING maybe even pulling their ears like an angry parent. Maybe even uhm.. saying a few phrases in their mother language COUGH COUGH..-

DRAGGING THEM THROUGH THE SCHOOL HALLWAYS. COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW THEY'RE SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS

(Adeuce and riddle reactions maybe..)

-🌺 Annon

Don't worry, 🌺Anony🌺! I'm happy to fulfill another request for you!!! Fret not, I got this all under control c:

I hope you'll be okay with GN!Reader on this one? 💖

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GN!Patient!Reader x ADeuce

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|•| [ Trigger Warning (In case...): Swear Words ] |•|

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"Yo Deuce, ever wonder what goes on in their head?" Ace nudged Deuce as they followed [ Name ] from behind.

Deuce gave Ace a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

"Like, do you ever see [ Name ] get mad? Express any kind of emotion like rage, frustration, or anger?"

Deuce perked up at the word "rage". That... was the last thing he wanted, really. He stayed silent. Although... the more he thought about it, the more he did want to know how you were like when you were mad. Deuce knew more than anyone what anger felt like. The emotions were rooted deep in his past, and sometimes it still lingered there like a deadly parasite.

"What if I just..." Ace slowly creeped up on [ Name ], getting closer and closer until he smacked their back. Hard. [ Name ] turned around and looked at Ace. He smiled goofily at them. They didn't say anything, but looked confused. They kept marching on. Ace shrugged and patted Deuce's shoulder. "Your turn."

"I—" Deuce gave him a dirty look. "I can't do that to [ Name ]...!"

"Why?" Ace provoked him, "You scared they'll get mad?"

Deuce glared at him and inhaled sharply, "No." Deuce started whistling. He innocently made his way to [ Name ] and stepped on the hind of both their shoes. "Whoops. Sorry, Prefect."

"I'm so sorry! I should have walked faster," they said.

Deuce and Ace made eye contact and chocked back a laugh. What kind of response was that? Deuce couldn't help it. He stepped on their shoes again. [ Name ] walked even faster—to the point where they looked like they were... running?

"Wait, you're going too fast!" shouted Deuce.

"Am... I?" They turned around and... Ace tossed his bag at them. It was a relatively light bag but... It hurt. A lot. Three of those magic books could easily break someone's leg. Luckily, there was only two. [ Name ]'s right eye twitched. What was that for? They slid their leg over the straps, keeping themselves inside so Ace would have to pull to get it. He wouldn't hurt [ Name ], right?

...Correct. Because the person who PULLED on the strap was Deuce! For shame, as he was the better one of the two! He sent [ Name ] backwards and their butt slammed onto the cold cement. Their eyes narrowed. Their mouth held a deep scowl. "What the fuck was that for! What's wrong with you two cock sucking bitches today! You guys on your period or some crap? Because you sure as hell are acting like you are, being fucking little brats!"

They started to say some words that the duo didn't understand. A foregin language... Maybe? It was incoherent as they were muttering a whole lot with an occasional, "peices-of-worthless-shits" and "one-brain-celled-bastards" loudly. Deuce pursed his lips as he stared at [ Name ]. His hands were holding tightly onto Ace's backpack as Ace was held himself tightly in a self-embraced hug.

[ Name ] shot up from the ground and pulled the duo's ears, dragging them through the long hallways and towards the Mirror Chambers. Other students stared but [ Name ] didn't care. They needed to be heard loud and clear to and by everyone: "Do not mess with [ Name ]!"

This was a war and battle that [ Name ] didn't plan on losing.

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* Riddle's Reaction *

Riddle's mouth was slightly agape as he stared at [ Name ]'s vehement fury. You were always so calm, so gentle, so patient with those two. Yet today was your breaking point. What set you off? What did they do?

He was just unsure of how to approach you now. Surely you hadn't seen him from around the corner as you were throwing your temper onto the boys, but what if he somehow said or did something that would upset you as badly as they did in the future?

He would make sure not to do so, and promised himself that he would check up on you later today. Perhaps a soothing, hot cup of rose tea in the garden would put your mind at ease.

All in all, he could only applaud you for holding onto that anger for such a long time. For he wasn't very good at hiding it. When he gets the chance, he'll ask for some tips to hold it in—you were the right person to ask for it but now was not the time.

He had to chase after you before you started a fight.

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* Deuce's Reaction *

Deuce was surprised by the pure strength of your hands. You tugged at him like a beast with a force of ten thousand arms. At the moment, he couldn't even process what was going on or what was going to happen.

As you pulled on his ears, he felt a little bad—actually, really bad. It... also hurt him when you called him and Ace all those words. Not that he could blame you for it, he actually felt like it was deserving. They taunted you and the consequences were laid out upon them.

He just didn't think your anger would be like this. He thought you would cry in frustration—not go all out and pull them back to the Mirror Chambers where they started to get scolded even more.

The next time Ace and him did something stupid like this (or anything stupid at all) he was going to make sure it wouldn't end up like this ever again. Not for the sake of him or Ace, but for you and your feelings.

You didn't deserve this kind of bullshit. You were always so tolerant and selfless, especially with him.

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* Ace's Reaction *

Ace regretted his mistake—well, kind of. He was just a little happy to see you had other emotions to show. He always wanted to see another side of you other than the one that they saw on a daily basis. He wished sometimes you could join in on their antics and have fun but you always preferred to do the right and smart thing.

You always were way too nice with them, and he didn't like how easy it was for you to simply apologize and cast a smile upon every mistake someone made. Of course, the term "kill 'em with kindess" was a strategic move but what happens when the people around you begin to take advantage of you? That was what worried Ace the most.

He most certainly cared for you but he also wanted to know how you would act if you got upset. He was glad that when you did, it was vicious.

Next time, he wouldn't get you mad like this. At least try to. His ear was hurting so much, he was starting to think that it was going to tear off by your brutal might.

Though, he knew this punishment was warranted.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #gn!reader #twst wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts

[ramrage]

“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”

Chapter 3: lets get this bre(a)d

work rating: E

chapter rating: M

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

Tags: Sexual Tension, terrible flirting, Masturbation, First Time Bottoming, Fantasizing

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“Fuck,” Soap said around a desperate exhale. He gingerly extracted his hands, rubbing the digits together and studying their wetness. 

“I need to talk to Ghost.”

 

 

Soap fell asleep with the ease typical of cumming one’s brains out, which was a relief because otherwise, surely he’d be devising a game plan until the sun came up. 

He woke several minutes before his alarm was due to scream its mechanical little head off, lingering for just a moment of stillness before springing up and out to meet the day head-on.

Nothing too unusual there. His body had long gotten used to its typical 0500 rise time, even more reliable on mornings before a mission. 

And what was this but yet another mission?

The main difference was that, instead of wreaking several flavors of havoc on the enemy du jour, he’d (potentially) be wreaking havoc on the delicate balance of his most-prized relationship. That, or he was setting himself up for the best few hours (no less) of his natural-born life. Scratch that. He was a c-section baby, so his birth wasn’t exactly natural per se , but the sentiment still stood. 

Talk to Ghost. 

That’s just about all he managed to iron out vis-a-vis his game plan. Would he pull him off to the side? How would he say what he had to say? He considered this, brows performing an intricate dance as he scrubbed at his teeth with an extra-normal amount of vigor. 

The eyebrows pulled down in a caricature of pensiveness.

Research question: is there a particularly elegant way to more or less say the following: 

Hey, things were weird last night. Y’know, the whole “both of us are tops” thing. Anyways, I want to shag the life out of you in any way that I can—no really. In any way that I can. So yeah, this is all to say that I gave the old fingers a test run—a joy ride, actually—and as generous Lady Luck would have it, not only am I open to the possibility of you fucking my ass into next week, I’m actually gagging for it. This is all to say, could you, would you please—pretty please—give me a one-way ticket to pound town?

Y’know, something like that.

Then he’d wait for Ghost’s response—probably a resounding “Yes please!” to which he’d respond:

Grand! Knew you’d understand .

Or maybe even:

Well, what are we waiting for? Christmas? 

According to his extensive research, Ghost would most likely tell him to shut the fuck up or some other such permutation of words to similar ends and then finally, fucking finally, they would have dirty, freaky, nasty sex until one or both parties were unable to walk normally for a minimum of 8 hours.

Simple as.

The end.

Smell you later.

But here was the rub: he had to find Ghost, and lord knows that could be a challenge on a normal day, let alone a day like the one he’d be walking into. The energy could very well be tense at best. 

Maybe he could just wing it. After all, fortune favors the bold and what’s bolder than propositioning your commanding officer sans plan?

Soap’s eyebrows were cocked at a strange angle when a dribble of spitty toothpaste slipped from the corner of his mouth. 

“Damn,” he said around the toothbrush. There was no way to know for sure, but he probably had spent the past five minutes assaulting his molars. Whoops. Happens to the best of us, and if you think about it, it’s better to do too much than too little. At least that’s what he told himself, shrugging. There were more pressing matters at hand, anyhow. 

 

 

With the minty-freshest breath known to man and a healthy quantity of nerves, Soap just about burst out of his door, swept forth by the awe-inspiring winds of horniness. A veritable hurricane of down-badness. 

The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, baby deer were entering the world all wide-eyed, slimy, and adorable. It was a beautiful day filled to bursting with possibility and new life.

At least, that’s what it felt like.

The corridor swam with unintelligible chatter, but it sounded cheerful. The only light to speak of came from the nasty fluorescents overhead, but their smoker-tooth yellow was charming in its own special way. Even the hideous barf-colored linoleum seemed to be in a good mood, pressing kisses to the soles of Soap’s boot as he hurried over to the mess hall. 

“Nice morning we’re having eh,” Soap asked, grinning, to some Private he’d never spoken a word to prior.

They didn’t seem to get the memo regarding how fucking momentous this day was, so they just nodded or something and agreed, sort of taken aback. If Soap remembered correctly, they addressed him as “sir” which was indicative of the good health of the base’s hierarchical ecosystem–a good omen if Soap’s ever seen one.

He makes it to the mess hall in record time and is met by the most lovely chorus of voices, but while he was passively happy for the merry bunch, he had a very specific someone to speak to. Luckily, that specific someone was notoriously easy to find.

So it became clear quite quickly that Ghost wasn’t in the mess hall. Damn. But apparently Gaz was. “Alright, Soap?”

“No complaints, just trying to find Ghost so I can let him know he can fuck me up the ass,” Soap thought. 

“Lookin’ good, feelin’ good,” he said instead, clapping a hand on Gaz’s shoulder in greeting. 

Gaz was looking good, probably riding the post-mission high, as was his right. Soap would be, too, that is if he wasn’t too damn preoccupied. Speaking of, he didn’t have much of a reason to be lingering in the mess hall anymore, so he’d better be off. 

Unfortunately, Gaz took that moment to glance at his tray and then Soap’s trayless hands. “Hey, go grab some food and I’ll save you a seat.” Damn.

“Oh, naw, don’t worry ‘bout me. I was actually on my way out,” Soap lied, dismissing the offer with a friendly wave.

Gaz frowned minutely. “But you just got here.”

Damn damn. “Aye,” Soap laughed with a nod, taking that time to figure out a nice alibi, “aye. The ol’ Ritalin kicked in quickly today and completely ruined my appetite. I guess it’ll be a big lunch day, eh?” Inwardly, Soap pats himself on the back for such a good cover story. Whenever this whole special ops thing goes A over T, he could have a promising future as a spy or something.

“Ah, that’s a shame. Chow actually looked half-decent for once,” Gaz said with a commisserative smile. “Try to get something in you, though, yeah?” Soap froze. “You’re practically wasting away already.”

“Heh, you kidding?” Soap said. He flexed his right bicep in hopes it sold the joke more than his shaky delivery did. 

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Absolutely feeble.”

Soap rolled his eyes right back. “Eh, I’ll be sure to hit the gym, then.”

“You better. Best to stay on top of things,” Gaz mused. “See ya round.”

“Right, see you round.”

 

 

Soap booked it once Gaz turned away to look for a table. Might’ve even left a human-shaped cloud of dust in his wake.

“Steamin’ hell,” he thought to himself as he barreled down the corridor, making his way to the gym just as he promised. Of course, the whole motivation part was a bit different than advertised. “Get something in me ? Stay on top ?” Apparently the higher powers were amused by the whole situation. At least someone was. 

He was mere seconds away from barging into the gym when a voice called at his back.

“Sergeant MacTavish!”

He suppressed a groan. “Top of the morning, Cap.” Not sure where that came from.

Price shot him a strange look. “Switching teams, are we?” He ambled forward to meet Soap, looking amused as he went. “Trading your alba gu brath for eirinn go brach? ” 

“Ah never,” Soap dismissed with a put-on chuckle, “just keeping you on your toes.”

“No need to try for that, Sergeant. You do it quite well without the effort,” Price teased. He seemed relaxed, at least by his standards, and hadn’t yet saddled Soap with any bullshit tasks, so his presence here was something of a mystery.

Might as well address that head-on. It was that sort of day.

“So, what brings you to these hallowed halls, then?” Soap asked, settling his weight on one leg in preparation for a conversation that he really would prefer to not have.

Price gestured broadly to the dingy walls, “Just enjoying our day off with a scenic walk.”

“Heh, right,” Soap laughed. Still, no apparent reason for engagement. On any other day, Soap would be more than happy—enthused, even—to shoot the shit with his favorite Captain but, well, you already know. 

Price folded his arm over his chest and jabbed his chin in Soap’s direction. “What about you, then? Going to teach those weights a lesson?”

“Aye,” Soap said, flexing that right bicep again. “Gaz was saying I was looking rather small.”

“Never really liked that one much, if I’m being honest,” Price noted with a pensive frown.

“I’m saying.”

“Glad to hear we’re on the same page.” Sensing the relative lack of enthusiasm behind Soap’s response, Price slapped his thighs in that fatherly indication that he was about ready to go elsewhere. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Not one to pass on a perfectly good opportunity to throw a jab, Soap clicked his tongue, “Not sure how much good it’ll do me to putter around on the treadmill for fifteen minutes, but Captain’s orders are Captain’s orders.” He was already smiling at Price’s reaction before it even happened.

“Never really liked you much, if I’m being honest,” Price shot back with a scowl before continuing his stroll down the hall.

“Enjoy your walk,” Soap called just as Price was about to round the corner.

Soap was happy to be back on track, but he realized belatedly that he probably should’ve asked the old man where Ghost was. Well, too late for that now. He’d just have to roll with the punches, he decided, hoping with all the force he could muster that he’d be greeted with a pleasant sight once he pushed through the doors into the gym.

Okay, he took back all the nasty things he’d thought about those higher powers because lo and behold, who was sending a punching bag through hell but Ghost? 

Soap channeled those irksome nerves into strides that’d earn the envy of Olympic long jumpers and hauled his spritely ass to stand right behind the man of the hour. Nay, the man of the year. The man of forever? 

Nah, too much.

“Ghost!”

Ghost wrenched around at the waist as if puzzling out the precise context of an unplanned explosion. To be fair, it wasn’t that far off—he had trouble regulating his volume in ordinary circumstances. Soap cringed inwardly and tried to brush off the gaff.

“Soap, fucking hell, nearly burst an artery.” 

Funny enough, Ghost also looked like he was puzzling out the precise context of an unplanned explosion, which again, fair. He gave Soap a once over, looking sort of disturbed what with paint-covered eyebrows dipping below the orbital bones of his mask. Once he assessed the sight before him to a satisfactory degree, he grunted. “The fuck did you take this morning?”

His voice really was a treat when he was being rude. Soap’s face peeled open to reveal a grin that, while intended to look roguishly charming, came out sort of deranged, “A shower.”

“No you didn’t,” Ghost said, scoffing.

“No I didn’t,” Soap agreed. Not sure why he said that. In his head, he expected to be a bit more suave, but hey, back in the saddle.

A weird silence hung over them for a moment. This wasn’t ideal.

“Well?”

You’ve fucking done it, you absolute fucking roaster. 

“Hm?” 

“Just waiting for you to tell me why you decided to scream right in my ear is all,” Ghost said incredulously, shifting his weight minutely from one foot to the other.

Oh right, he had to talk to Ghost.

“I have to talk to you.”

Ghost took a second longer to respond than what would be considered his version of normal, which was already a second or two longer than the average metric. In that time, his slight air of discomfort solidified into something slightly more confident and on-brand.

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

Soap rolled his eyes at the obvious deflection. It wouldn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out why he was there. “I’d prefer somewhere more private. Classified information, and all.”

“Hm, intel from the mission?” Ghost mocked.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The door apparently became awfully interesting, because Ghost’s eyes were glued to it. “Last I checked, all of that was settled.”

Soap tipped his head, almost a shrug. “New developments,” he reasoned. He waited for Ghost to agree, to start walking, to fucking blink, but no, the man was stock still. Soap deflated on a long-suffering sigh. “C’mon, don’t make me beg.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ghost said, rolling his eyes. Great timing. A pair of footsteps were drawing close at a decent clip and while his true meaning was obscured under a layer of bullshit, Soap really would prefer not having an audience as he harangued his commanding officer regarding their sexual relationship. “Right then, where did you plan on having this little chat?”

Might as well go back to square one, Soap reckoned. “How about your office?”

Now it was Ghost’s turn to sigh, all perturbed as if he wasn’t about to receive the best news he’d get all week, “Very well.”

“Right.”

CHAPTER 4

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