(deleted this post on accident, reblog of original here)
Summary: We find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Except the Tootsie Pop is Horacio Carrillo.
Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Reader
Word Count: 5k+ (look away)
Warnings: angst, fluff, gory metaphors (I use figurative language to mask the scent of flaming trash)
A/N: This is literally the first thing I’ve written in like 3 years so you have to be nice to me. Please give me feedback!! But it has to be exclusively positive or I will spontaneously combust!!!
I can’t stop thinking about him and f.reader who have been together for a while and him holding back the whole time because he is embarrassed how whiny he gets and how fast he cums 😭😭
Reader realizes that he is horny all the time tho 🤭
They talk about it and after a lot reassurance that she won’t judge BOOM whiny whimpering meow meow timeeeeee
Oh my goooossshh! Foaming at the mouth over this!
Cecil Dennis F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •
Summary: Cecil has a problem.
Warnings: Cecil is a warning in himself, negative thoughts, kissing, oral (f receiving), swearing, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!
Word Count: 726
Cecil is literally trying to behave himself so much. He’s putting his whole bussy into it.
He’s not drinking/smoking too much. He’s trying to be attentive. He’s thinking about his actions before he does them (sometimes a little too much, it’s like ‘oops, why did this choice take 3 hours?’)
He doesn’t want to make a huge mistake and lose you because he acted without thinking or was selfish.
Which has led to him absolutely panicking about being intimate with you.
Because this man does not last.
He really tries, but he just gets too excited and comes after thirty seconds.
This includes when he doesn’t even have his dick anywhere near anything. Sometimes even making out will make him mess in his jeans.
And he’s just so self-conscious about it.
He keeps thinking about how he’d really like to eat you out, but he knows he’ll barely get his tongue on you before he’s moaning like a whore in a porno.
And what are you gonna think of him? You’re not going to want to be anywhere near him again.
So he’s trying really hard to be a gentleman, and not be alone with you in a private place as an excuse to not take things further.
All the while he’s been furiously researching methods to make himself last longer.
These include: edging, overstimulation, not jacking off at all, jacking off all the time.
He is absolutely distraught when he realises none of these things are making a blind bit of difference.
In fact it’s actually become a little worse, the other day in the shower he wasn’t even touching his dick, but the thought of you made him come so hard against the tiles that he had to sit down to stop himself from falling down.
He’s even bought a hollow strap-on online, but he’s been too nervous to take it out of the box when it arrived. So at the moment it’s just hidden under his bed.
However, he hasn’t thought about the fact that, yeah he comes really fast. But his refractory period is also really fast too.
It all comes to a point after one date where he took you to a local funfair (and spent far too many dollars winning you a soft toy duck that you said was cute.)
You invite him into your home, convincing him to come inside. The second the front door is shut you’re kissing him senseless.
Cecil whines and then freezes, panicking.
You stop, pull back and frown in concern. “Cecil…” you take a deep breath, “do you, erm, actually like me? I mean…” You say a little nervously.
You’ve mistaken all his previous actions as disinterest in you.
His eyes go wide, “No, no, no, please, you’re so hot, I really like you, I just…”
“You just?”
He closes his eyes, defeat washing over him as his shoulders slump. “I… I’ve got a problem.”
“Like an STI?”
“No,” he opened his eyes quickly, he’d gone and got himself checked. “No, I… I’m… I don’t last long… I just… and I make some… I sound pretty whiney…” A small hint of pink colours his cheeks. He fiddles with his hands and he talks. Expecting you to laugh at him and tell him to get the fuck out.
Instead you touch his cheek softly.
He looks at you with his dark doe eyes. “You’re not… mad?”
“Mad? Cecil,” you give him a small quick kiss. “Why would I be mad?”
He shrugs, “I dunno, I just… I don’t want to disappoint you. You deserve so much nice stuff and I want to give it all to you and I know I’m not the best and-”
You shut him up with a long, slow kiss, licking into his mouth and making him groan and dig his fingers into your waist.
When you suck on his neck he moans so prettily, grinding against you and practically sobbing.
You don’t make it to your bedroom, or even the sofa.
You end up on your back on the floor as he licks your pussy like his life depends on it.
He comes the second you scrape your nails along his scalp, whining and sobbing against you.
But he doesn’t stop sucking on your clit until you’ve screamed his name and he’s tasted your cum at least three times.
Can I ask for revenge for hurt s/o with fem reader and Thomas Hewitt, maybe reader is a neighbour to the Hewitt's and her and Thomas become close over time, and maybe their latest victims are there and reader goes over to the house as well, and it's an all fight between everyone but someone cuts reader bad and maybe Thomas sees red and she is the only one to calm him down, and then they kiss
.⋆｡Anything For You｡⋆.
Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader
Thomas has always been your sanctuary but now, he would be your protector too
Warnings: death of parents, fire, murder, friends to lovers, angst, getting stabbed, violence, knives, happy ending, protective!Thomas
WC: 1.9k
6k Follower Celebration Bingo
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
You liked the quiet of your farm. Just you and your animals and the family across the way, it was peaceful. It was all you had ever known.
Your family moved to Fuller when you were barely a month old, buying up a small farm on the edge of town in hopes of laying down some roots. Life was peaceful, at least until the town began to decay. Less and less children would enrol in school every year, less cars on the roads. Even the fire station shut down as the last family moved out from the city centre. And that led to the death of your parents.
A spark from a frayed cable in the basement landed on a pile of newspapers, setting them alight. It had been a dry summer, far more than usual, and there was no lack of kindling for the blaze. You chose to sleep in the barn that night, wishing to rest beside the newborn calves. Your parents had indulged your silly request, not realising that it would save your life.
You could vividly remember the smell of smoke as it bellowed out from the shattered windows of your home. The dogs howled from their kennels while you ran onto the dirt road leading to the Hewitt household. You banged on their door, begging for them to save your parents.
But even with Monty and Charlie doing their best to put out the fire, no help was coming. You were forced to watch from the comfort of Luda Mae’s arms as your entire world turned to ash.
You lived with the Hewitts for a long time after that, being that you had no other family, as the small farm house was rebuilt. By the time you were 19, you had a new home and a deep friendship with the younger Hewitt brother. Thomas had always been kind to you in the brief moments you had seen each other, but it became something more when you became a daily fixture in his life.
He showed you how he did his chores around their own farm, took care of the animals and crops on yours when you could not bear to look upon the mound that used to be your home. And in turn, you treated him with more kindness than he had ever experienced. You never faltered at his appearance nor his size, in fact you always found ways to compliment him. You taught him to read and write, and later on, how to use sign language after your schooling ended, even if he only ever used it with you.
You were his best friend and he was yours.
Perhaps that’s why he never encouraged you to leave as the rest of his family did.
Having finished your morning chores, you sat on the small porch in front of your house with a cup of tea and the book you had been meaning to read, eager to soak in some sun before the Texan heat rolled through. Just as you were getting to a particularly juicy section where the gentle giant farm hand had finally kissed the farmer’s daughter in the barn, a shrill scream cut through the faint buzz of the cicadas.
“What the-“ You tilted your head, waiting for another sound but none came. Leaning over your porch railing, you could just about see the edge of the Hewitt’s driveway and noticed their truck was missing as was Hoyt’s police car. A warm breeze rustled the wheat growing along your property line.
A sour feeling gnawed at your stomach, urging you to grab your sunhat from its peg by the front door and take the short walk over to the dilapidated home.
Thomas would be at work already and if Luda Mae wasn’t home, then neither would Charlie since his old age was starting to get to him. Maybe an animal had gotten hurt, you mused as if trying to convince yourself that the scream couldn’t have possibly been human.
“Hello?” The screen door was firmly shut but you couldn’t quite see anything in the dark hallway. You’d have to remind Luda Mae to open up the windows when she left the house for the day, again.
The floorboards creaked as something moved around. You glanced over your shoulder, hoping to see Thomas’s hulking figure walking up the driveway to save you from having to go in and investigate. But alas, only a toad sat on the gravel, looking up at you with a bored expression, as much as a toad can have.
“If I get murdered, Thomas gets all my stuff.” You pointed at it before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
A coppery smell clung to the stale air, an almost constant of the home but today, it set you more on edge. After three years of living there, you could’ve navigated the house blindfolded but as you passed the switch, you flicked on the lights somehow hoping it would ease the twisting in your stomach.
“Hello?” You called again, passing by the kitchen, not noticing the now empty knife block. The basement door was open. “Hoyt I swear to god if this is you trying to be funny, I’ll kick your ass.” You glanced down the basement stairs, but only the single hanging bulb was visible in the dark.
Just as you were turning to continue your search, something heavy threw itself into your chest, sending you down the steps. You slammed hard against the concrete floor, the air was ripped from your lungs violently as your ears began to ring. Footsteps thudded down the stairs. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as you tried desperately to breathe.
“Get that rope.” You reached for the leg of Thomas’s workbench, your vision beginning to tunnel. A hand grabbed at your shoulder, forcing you onto your back.
“She-she’s not one of them.”
“It doesn’t fucking matter! She’s here isn’t she?”
“Please.” You wheezed but you were only met with a fist to your jaw. Your eyes rolled.
“C’mon we can make a run for it now. We don’t have to hurt her.” The voices were growing distant.
“Would you just shut the fuck… up.” The last word trailed off as something else caught their attention. You dug your heels into the floor in an attempt to push yourself away from the two voices. The ache in your stomach was starting to ease but you still couldn’t fill your lungs all the way.
Darkness suddenly covered you as the light from the dining room vanished. “Please.” You tried again but you were only met with silence. Wood creaked and suddenly, you were hauled up.
“Get any closer and I’ll slit her fucking throat.” The cold metal of a blade pressed itself against your neck. A bitten off whimper slid past your lips as the tip dug into your skin. Your vision began to clear as adrenaline rushed through your veins. A huge shadow loomed at the top of the stairs, silently watching as the two people holding you back panicked.
“Thomas.” You tried to reach out to him. You caught the glint of metal before he raised his arm and threw a meat cleaver directly into the forehead of the one that had tried to run. They dropped like a sack of potatoes, eyes wide with fear as the life quickly left them.
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” Their hold on you got looser as Thomas took one step forwards. His eyes glinted with anger, a rage you had never witnessed in your gentle giant before. His hands were curled into fists so tight that his knuckles were white, his shoulders raised, making him look even bigger.
You could feel the body behind you trembling as he steadily got closer. “Stay back!” But their tone wavered. You were pulled backwards as Thomas reached the middle of the stairs. “I’ll fucking kill her!”
As slowly as you could, you began to reach into your front pocket for the small knife you always kept on you. The one Thomas had given you on your 16th birthday. His eyes flicked to you at your movement. You hissed as the knife against your throat pressed in deeper, nicking the delicate skin.
A sound akin to a growl rumbled through the basement. “Thomas no-“ The words had barely escaped you when suddenly the knife was pulled from your neck and shoved into your side. Coldness exploded from the wound like you had been plunged into a frozen lake as your body fell forwards.
A scream echoed through the home but it didn’t sound like your voice. It was warped and all wrong. You fell against something solid but also somehow soft. Its warmth drew your mind back for a moment, just enough to watch as one of Thomas’ massive hands coiled around the other man’s throat and squeezed with all his might.
He thrashed and struggled but he was no match for Thomas. There was a crunch, and then he went limp, his head lolling strangely on his neck. Thomas dropped his body like it was a piece of trash before all his attention shifted to you.
Your own body was shaking in his hold but you were the furthest thing from scared. With the same hand he had just used to kill someone, he pressed down on your side, stopping the bleeding as best he could. “It’s ok, you saved me Thomas.” He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face.
He eased you back onto the workbench making you wince as the first tinges of pain began to appear. “Thomas.” You reached for him but he stepped away from you and darted into the darkness of the basement. He was rummaging through something. You heard glass break while you clutched at your stomach.
His lumbering footsteps returned and the bulb above you flicked on with a gentle hum. A bright red box was in his hands which he was looking through as he rushed back to you. “Talk to me.” You urged. He glanced at you then sighed heavily.
Not yet, he gestured and pulled out a thick bandage. You let out a huffed laugh, letting him pull up your now ruined shirt to get access to the wound. His eyes narrowed before he let out a breath of relief. Not deep.
You bit down on your lip as he wrapped the bandage around your plush stomach, pulling it as tight as he could without causing you more pain than necessary. “Thank you for saving me.” He helped you to sit up, taking care not to put too much strain on you.
His bulk was all you could see now. He cupped your cheek, a move far bolder than you expected from the shy man. You nuzzled into his touch, unable to stop yourself. “You did so good Tommy.” He nodded and you finally smiled. His head dipped down as his eyes flicked to yours with a silent question, one you had been waiting for since you were 15.
It was you who leaned in first, capturing his chapped lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He was frozen for just a second then melted into it, naturally meeting the soft push and pull of your mouth in a way that made your brain go fuzzy that wasn’t purely shock. He hesitated when he pulled away but he didn’t go far, only putting enough space between you in order to meet your gaze once more.
“Protect.” His voice deep and rough from disuse but as he gathered you into his arms and tugged you against his broad chest, you knew that he would do anything to do just that. And you couldn’t help but smile through the pain.
Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3
wc : 2k
Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.
He was so done for.
Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.
"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.
"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.
Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.
"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.
You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"
"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."
He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.
"Is it because I'm that special someone?"
You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.
"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.
"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.
He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.
Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.
"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.
He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.
"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.
God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.
He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.
His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.
Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.
"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.
"such a foul mouth, doctor,"
"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"
"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.
He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.
Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.
He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.
He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.
"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.
The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.
Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.
"I've.. missed you,"
How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.
"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.
Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.
You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.
He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.
And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.
Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.
You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"
He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.
Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.
He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.
Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.
Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.
He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.
His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.
He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.
Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?
Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.
He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.
He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.
"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"
"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."
A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."
The land lay quiet, the house in the midst a clatter of rubble and smoke. The guns were laid down, the knives bloodied and still. Pasin and Min-hye were nowhere in sight, and Ji-an was blood spattered and shellshocked. You weren't a lot better off.
You perched unevenly on what remained of Jin-man's carefully crafted wall, a crow with a damaged wing. Your left arm hung awkwardly in a makeshift sling, dried blood caking your skin where the bullets had grazed you.
You had possessed no earthly idea that this was what Jeong Jin-man was. Months ago, he had seemed quiet, a little morose, unnervingly funny, deep in the trenches of loving a girl. And then there was you.
And now, he was this. Or, he had been.
You pulled Ji-an down to sit next to you on the wall, and she quietly leaned her head on your shoulder.
"The cleaners will deal with the mess" she murmured.
An unsettled, strangled scoff fought its way out of your throat. The mess. The multitudinous dead bodies.
She put a hand on your knee and patted it awkwardly.
"Boys are dumb" you said suddenly. "There'll be others, Ji-an. Good ones."
She glanced at you.
"Are you talking to me right now, or yourself?" she asked. "I know that you lo -"
You interrupted quickly.
"He is good" you said, swallowing with difficulty; your throat couldn't seem to work properly, your lungs struggling for air. "He...was good, Ji-an."
She cleared her throat and settled back on your shoulder, but she was on her feet the split second she glimpsed the taxi coming. She moved to stand with the bus driver and his cleaners, and you glimpsed the butt of his gun.
You sighed. More?
You didn't move off the wall, too tired, too sore, too over it to care now.
The taxi stopped in a cloud of dust and the driver stepped out, accompanied by his front seat passenger. You blinked hard, shaking your head; was there someone in the back? You closed your eyes and when you opened them again, the taller man was opening the taxi's rear door and reaching in to help someone out.
You heard a soft intake of breath, and realised it was yours. The tension eased in your lungs and you pushed clumsily to your feet, one winged, and took a step away from the remains of that crumbling wall.
Jin-man.
You felt Ji-an's hand brush yours as you passed her, caught a half glimpse of the smile on her face. If you could have run, you would have, but your feet could only manage a slow, one step at a time kind of pace. However, from the look on his face, it didn't matter. One step at a time was just fine.
Jin-man couldn't hold you, but he held out a hand to grab yours, grasping it with the same strength he'd always used. You couldn't wipe away the tears clearing tracks through the dirt and gunpowder residue on your face with his hand gripping yours, but you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and that was better.
"You're alive" you whispered, as if the wind could snatch the truth away if you spoke it too loud.
He looked down at your injured arm, your torn shirt used for the sling.
"I'm sorry" he said, his voice low and gravelly.
You shook your head, your hair brushing the underside of his jaw. You squeezed his hand.
i’ve been going through a writers block and my prozac has been working so that’s why i haven’t posted lmao but trust something will get written soon :)
Hello first timer here, May I humbly request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein His darling locked themselves inside the closet and he is getting progressively angry and insane ,but just as he is about to break the door his darling unlocks it
Hiding In the Closet
Yandere Nanami Kento x reader
(An: This is really short so I apologise.
I noticed when I was about to post it that I had miss read your request so I had to rewrite it＿|￣|○ I stop hope you enjoy<3)
Warnings: mention of murder and punishment
Word count: 604
Nanami’s voice was getting louder and louder. You shrunk in on yourself, holding your breath. He was starting to get furious which was a rarity. You were hiding in your closet trying to just disappear. His footsteps got louder. “Please get out [Name]” his voice irritated.
Two hours ago Nanami left the flat form some grocery shopping. You had decided that today you were going to escape the clutches of the man who claim he loved you so much that he had to keep you safe. You had a proper plan and you were determined. Your freedom was only centimetres away. You had slipped a small screwdriver he had used for fixing the lamp in the living room, in you pocket. To your surprise the overworked man didn’t notice the little tool missing. You had packed some crackers in your pockets so that you had some energy when you escaped. The last thing you wanted was to get so exhausted before you knew you were out of reach for the blond man. You unscrewed the boots keeping the window shut and exhaled. This is it.
You were just about to climb out of the window when the front door opened. You froze in your tracks and didn’t dare to turn. Maybe he didn’t notice you?
“[Name] what are you doing?” he’s deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You slammed the window shut before you could make your escape. His hazel eyes boring into yours. You turned on you heel and ran out of the room. You could hear him call for you. He was mad.
You hugged your knees as silent tears rolled down your cheeks. The small crystals wetted your socks, but you couldn’t care less. You could hear his footsteps approaching. Of course he knew where you were hiding, he just wanted you to feel a small sense of freedom.
Why couldn’t you understand that he only wanted the best for you? Why wouldn’t you let him protect you? Nanami sighed as he ran a hand through his light hair. His patience was really running thin. “Please come out” he squatted before the closest. He could see your curled up figure. “I will count to 10”.
“1”
“2”
“3”
“4”
“5”
“6”
“7”
“8”
“9”
Just as he was about to finish counting she creaked open the closet doors and crawled out like a scared animal. He’s stern features soften. He beckoned you into his strong arms. “You broke my trust. I trusted you to stay put, but no you decided to try to sneak out of a third floor flat. It’s clear that you aren’t ready for the outside world” he sighed as he cradled you. His strong hand gently stroking your back. His breath fanning over your ear. You were shivering. You knew all to well how easy it was for him to snap you in half. You had been a witness to what he did to your dear loved ones. He had told you that it was their punishment to tainting something as pure as you. “It’s a shame really. And I who had planned a nice vacation for us” he sighed.
He lowered his face so his lips were mere centimetres from your ear. “It seems that I have to cancel our vacation. It’s a shame. I haven’t had a vacation for years you know? You really had to ruin it didn’t you?” his voice velvety, almost concealing his condescending words. Someone as him didn’t deserve such an angelic voice. He lifted you up. “What punishment do you deserve hmm…? I have to give it some thought…”
clingy!sejanus plinth who calls you several times a day when he's away from you.
being the face of the plinth name, it was busy. he hated being away on a work trip more than anything, not being able to see you, hear you,
...touch you.
in all honestly, sejanus was clingy. more than he'd like to admit. when he was with you, he couldn't keep his hands off. his large hands were always on you, fingers curling around your waist, palm slotted between your thighs innocently, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself.
so now, being all alone for, what, five days now? who could blame him for getting a little desperate?
he speaks into the phone with a low murmur, chit-chatting about your day, just small talk, the usual.
and he could hear the weariness in your voice, the sleep ebbing from your words. he would give anything to be there, to put you to sleep.
"um, so... you miss me?" he asks sheepishly, shifting on the satin sheets of whatever fancy hotel he was staying at this time. it was a stupid question, sure, and maybe sejanus already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from you.
"of course i miss you, baby. i've been all lonely, wish you'd just come home already." you're quick to answer, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
and it was true. with nobody to entertain you, it had gotten lonesome. you would find yourself slipping a shy hand into your shorts while thinking about sejanus shamefully a lot more often now.
"mmm. that's what i like to hear." he replies, his lazy smile audible through the line. he could practically hear your exhaustion, and his mind had already began to wander.
you, laid out on your shared king sized bed, wearing nothing but... maybe a t-shirt and underwear? that's what you usually wore to bed, yeah.
the boy feels his cheeks heat up and a jolt of warmth run down his spine when he lets himself fantasize. maybe you'd lay on your stomach, goosebumps pricking at the exposed skin of your thighs.
...fuuuck. sejanus can feel the blood rush to his groin, bringing a hand over his eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth to suppress the groan that threatens to escape.
"you're lonely, yeah?" he confirms, licking his dry lips that are desperately missing yours. "i wish i was there with you, honey. wanna touch you so bad, make you scream my name."
the line goes quiet for a while as you process those words, lips pursed as you can feel a familiar heat rush to your cunt.
he chuckles at your lack of response, knowing you well enough to guess that you'd be flustered. anybody would, it's only natural!
"...yeah. yeah, i want that too." you quietly respond, biting at the inside of your cheek. "i really want that."
"yeah? how bad, baby? c'mon,"
sejanus bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood, his hand traveling down from his neck, down his chest, fingers slipping past the elastic of his boxers.
"so bad. i miss you so bad. you have to come soon, sej, i need you—" you find yourself pleading, burying your face into the plush pillow.
"i know, i know angel. just— you can have me, over the phone, alright?"
that. that makes the slickness inbetween your thighs worsen, and you nod, a small sound escaping your throat in acknowledgment.
soon enough, sejanus finds himself teasing his half-chub, talking you through it over the staticy line.
"can you let me hear you, baby? please? just touch yourself, all nice and soft like you like it, okay?" he instructs, eyes fluttering closed as his mind paints a pretty picture.
"okay. okay,"
and you're quick to comply, hand slipping inside your lacy panties, fingers running over yourself.
a tired moan echoes through the line, and sejanus lets his jaw fall open, his fingers working slightly faster.
"miss you so much, pretty girl. wanna be there with you so bad. i'd fuck you so good, huh? you'd cry all pretty for me, wouldn't you?"
maybe it's the way he's practically cooing at you, talking to you like you're a small animal, but it makes something twist in your stomach. two fingers slip inside of you, and you let out a flushed whine, pressing the warm screen of the phone to your cheek, as if you'd be closer to sejanus that way.
"that's it. let me hear you, angel."
it takes all of sejanus' self-control to stop himself from bucking up into his hand, fucking himself into his fist like an animal—
but he doesn't. he wants to savor it, wants to drag it on for as long as he can. it would surely make up for all the lost time.
"need you, sej. please, please, i need you here,"
he hums in appreciation as he hears you gasp and moan, squeezing his eyes together and letting himself imagine just how you look right now.
his hand tightens around his cock, and a strained groan spills from his lips as his pace quickens just a little.
"juuust like that, baby. you sound so good. making yourself feel so good for me."
clingy!sejanus plinth who jerks off to your voice over the phone.
clingy!sejanus plinth who calls you several times a day when he's away from you.
being the face of the plinth name, it was busy. he hated being away on a work trip more than anything, not being able to see you, hear you,
...touch you.
in all honestly, sejanus was clingy. more than he'd like to admit. when he was with you, he couldn't keep his hands off. his large hands were always on you, fingers curling around your waist, palm slotted between your thighs innocently, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself.
so now, being all alone for, what, five days now? who could blame him for getting a little desperate?
he speaks into the phone with a low murmur, chit-chatting about your day, just small talk, the usual.
and he could hear the weariness in your voice, the sleep ebbing from your words. he would give anything to be there, to put you to sleep.
"um, so... you miss me?" he asks sheepishly, shifting on the satin sheets of whatever fancy hotel he was staying at this time. it was a stupid question, sure, and maybe sejanus already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from you.
"of course i miss you, baby. i've been all lonely, wish you'd just come home already." you're quick to answer, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
and it was true. with nobody to entertain you, it had gotten lonesome. you would find yourself slipping a shy hand into your shorts while thinking about sejanus shamefully a lot more often now.
"mmm. that's what i like to hear." he replies, his lazy smile audible through the line. he could practically hear your exhaustion, and his mind had already began to wander.
you, laid out on your shared king sized bed, wearing nothing but... maybe a t-shirt and underwear? that's what you usually wore to bed, yeah.
the boy feels his cheeks heat up and a jolt of warmth run down his spine when he lets himself fantasize. maybe you'd lay on your stomach, goosebumps pricking at the exposed skin of your thighs.
...fuuuck. sejanus can feel the blood rush to his groin, bringing a hand over his eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth to suppress the groan that threatens to escape.
"you're lonely, yeah?" he confirms, licking his dry lips that are desperately missing yours. "i wish i was there with you, honey. wanna touch you so bad, make you scream my name."
the line goes quiet for a while as you process those words, lips pursed as you can feel a familiar heat rush to your cunt.
he chuckles at your lack of response, knowing you well enough to guess that you'd be flustered. anybody would, it's only natural!
"...yeah. yeah, i want that too." you quietly respond, biting at the inside of your cheek. "i really want that."
"yeah? how bad, baby? c'mon,"
sejanus bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood, his hand traveling down from his neck, down his chest, fingers slipping past the elastic of his boxers.
"so bad. i miss you so bad. you have to come soon, sej, i need you—" you find yourself pleading, burying your face into the plush pillow.
"i know, i know angel. just— you can have me, over the phone, alright?"
that. that makes the slickness inbetween your thighs worsen, and you nod, a small sound escaping your throat in acknowledgment.
soon enough, sejanus finds himself teasing his half-chub, talking you through it over the staticy line.
"can you let me hear you, baby? please? just touch yourself, all nice and soft like you like it, okay?" he instructs, eyes fluttering closed as his mind paints a pretty picture.
"okay. okay,"
and you're quick to comply, hand slipping inside your lacy panties, fingers running over yourself.
a tired moan echoes through the line, and sejanus lets his jaw fall open, his fingers working slightly faster.
"miss you so much, pretty girl. wanna be there with you so bad. i'd fuck you so good, huh? you'd cry all pretty for me, wouldn't you?"
maybe it's the way he's practically cooing at you, talking to you like you're a small animal, but it makes something twist in your stomach. two fingers slip inside of you, and you let out a flushed whine, pressing the warm screen of the phone to your cheek, as if you'd be closer to sejanus that way.
"that's it. let me hear you, angel."
it takes all of sejanus' self-control to stop himself from bucking up into his hand, fucking himself into his fist like an animal—
but he doesn't. he wants to savor it, wants to drag it on for as long as he can. it would surely make up for all the lost time.
"need you, sej. please, please, i need you here,"
he hums in appreciation as he hears you gasp and moan, squeezing his eyes together and letting himself imagine just how you look right now.
his hand tightens around his cock, and a strained groan spills from his lips as his pace quickens just a little.
"juuust like that, baby. you sound so good. making yourself feel so good for me."
clingy!sejanus plinth who jerks off to your voice over the phone.
summary : You were Coriolanus's closest companion, much like Sejanus. While you and Coriolanus seemed to embody the ideal image of true love, the snowfall couldn't dispel the lingering shadow of a phantom, preventing anyone, including Snow, from witnessing the genuine happiness you sought. Consequently, you were implicated in Coriolanus's criminal act, coerced into playing a role in his misdeed alongside Sejanus, only to be betrayed. What if this entire ordeal was a meticulously crafted plan to make Coriolanus face the consequences of his actions and instill in him a yearning for a love that was forever out of reach? The roots of this scheme trace back to District 12, where Sejanus fled, ultimately reuniting with the one he truly loved—you. Two fractured souls, both attempting to escape a haunting past that seemed destined to linger.
ps: english isn't my first mother tongue language so i deeply appolagize for the small errors etc. (which will be corrected shortly) also this story was requested by @anonys-world! hope you will all enjoy. + pls do not copy my work without proper credit as it can be marked as flagged or being ban if doing the case, thank you!
Snow embodied the ethos of his era—a man rooted in tradition when deemed necessary, yet undeniably a shrewd egotist with a proclivity for favoring purity over squalor. In his aspirations for the presidency of Panem, he envisioned himself alongside a woman he once loved and now considered his closest confidante, Sejanus. Sejanus played the roles of both friend and foe in Snow's perception, especially when faced with the earnest plea for forgiveness. This plea stemmed from actions Sejanus himself had committed, contingent upon Snow's willingness to acknowledge his own transgressions. However, Snow staunchly denied any possibility of having erred, viewing Sejanus' contrition as nothing more than a theatrical display in his own eyes.
Fortuitously, Sejanus managed to elude capture, albeit not without difficulty, as he had been keenly aware of his vulnerability during Snow's attempt to eliminate another tribute. Subsequently, when he found himself compelled to take the life of his closest friend. The revelation of these events came to you, ensnared in the intricate web woven by Snow's devious plans. You, too, were drawn into the narrative when Coriolanus's name was invoked in a plea for release, a plea tinged with the assertion that the situation was a grave misunderstanding. Contemplating how this news would reach you, it was likely to be delivered abruptly, considering Snow's peculiar interest in your affairs. This was a certainty that Sejanus was intent on ensuring. And for Snow, it wasn’t enough.
On a rainy day, you discovered that Sejanus had managed to find his way back home, despite your exile and nomadic lifestyle. Luck favored him, when he had heard that a small group of familiar Peacekeepers aligned themselves to escort you from your current dwelling. This meant that Sejanus had to navigate through various deals and threats to pinpoint your new residence. However, even with his friend Snow's assistance, it was clear that no amount of persuasion could make Snow divulge the truth. Conversations with him only yielded a cascade of lies. Thus, Sejanus began his journey to find you– Find home.
While you held onto a glimmer of hope that Sejanus would come home, it wasn't because he sought to return to his District and face a father intent on shaming him as a distasteful and ignorant child. Sejanus's primary aim was to reunite directly with you. He longed to hear the soothing cadence of your voice, feel the delicate touch of your fingers in his curls, and share deep, comforting embraces, all while listening to your soft singing. However, this desire became complicated as Snow's intense animosity toward the Plinth escalated, leading him to harbor resentment towards you as well. Consequently, both of you became the targets in the crosshairs of a man driven solely by aspirations of wealth and power.
Before his departure, Sejanus had intended to pen a letter expressing the sentiments he had shared that night. The letter encapsulated his commitment to stand by you even before tending to the needs of his own people. He envisioned a future building a family with you, whether it meant establishing a life beyond the District or securing an apartment in the Capitol with you at his side. Regardless of the path chosen, Sejanus planned to formalize the relationship upon his return. Despite the vehement hatred from his best friend, Snow, Sejanus remained indifferent, embracing his own pride. The prospect of witnessing Snow's rage only fueled his determination, understanding that Snow would never comprehend a love as profound and meaningful as the one he sought with you.
It was in that same day, you received the letter, and read it as followed:
Dear, Y/N.
How I yearn to be in your presence. My comrades and I successfully completed our duties ahead of schedule, taking strategic measures in our actions. When our commander learned of my last name, suspicions arose, prompting him to curtail my Peacekeeper duties and training. At my father's urging to return home promptly, little does he know that I won't be heading to District 2 but to our shared sanctuary with you. Fear not; I've discovered through fellow Peacekeepers that they aided in your escort right after the Games. My love, please be patient as I make my way back to our home. I'll be reunited with you soon.
Love,
Sejanus.
The letter was a gift from Tigris, and as you held it, you couldn't shake the suspicion that it might not be Sejanus's handwriting, at first. Yet, as you read the words and felt the essence of his expression, it became clear that it was indeed his authentic account transcribed on paper. Unbeknownst to Snow, the spectacle of witnessing his best friend's hanging was merely a staged performance. Sejanus, genuinely fearful that any Peacekeeper might release the cord prematurely, managed to escape District 12 right after the act. Consequently, as long as Snow remained alive and well, both of you would need to conceal yourselves, disappearing from sight to avoid any further repercussions.
"I disclosed nothing to Snow." Tigris asserted during her visit to assist you in unpacking at your new home. "He's only kept tabs on your well-being and made sure to update you on Sejanus..." Despite recognizing Tigris as a friend, a twinge of sympathy welled up within you, understanding that she was acting only to bring joy to her cousin. With the realization that she still had some family left while you faced complete exile, survival instincts kicked in, overshadowing any sense of pride. "As long as he remains unaware that Sejanus is alive, I'm content with the information." You quietly expressed, hoping not to arouse suspicion when Tigris communicated with Coriolanus in the future.
Sejanus's journey appeared to be heading north. As he received updates about your whereabouts, he understood that in a short while, he would be left alone. The companions who had accompanied him would return to their respective Districts. However, for Sejanus, a compelling need drew him back to the person he cherished the most. This individual had once too, been broken by the actions of Snow, experiencing a sense of betrayal and utter brokenness that could only be healed by genuine love. Sejanus's plans centered around reuniting with the one thing he loved above all else—you.
Arriving home, he was aware of finding you peacefully asleep. Not far away, a cabin caught his eye, and a wave of relief washed over him as he noticed the subtle glow of light inside. It signaled that life had continued to thrive. Approaching, he made his way to the front door, eager to be the first to comfort you as you shed tears in your slumber. These were tears he would gently wipe away, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. After all, the two of you were nothing more than broken souls, central figures in Snow's machinations, destined to be reunited for a chance at living in undisturbed peace.
The knock on the door that evening caught your attention, and though you suspected it might be Tigris with her usual errands, Sejanus casually heard your voice, responding with a quick "Coming." A surge of relief and comfort washed over him, and excitement filled him at the prospect of seeing your beautiful and now rested face. As the door began to creak open, your face and entire body froze in place. Sejanus smiled at the sight of you, standing right in front of him. You wore your usual flowery dress that he adored, but this time, Sejanus's hair had been shaved into a style that brought out the depth and honesty in the color of his eyes. "Seja—" you began to speak his name, only for him to chuckle at your disbelief. "But Tigris told me you would only arrive later—" He cut you off, gently cupping your flushed cheeks with his hands. His face drew closer, his breath mingling with yours, and your lips almost brushed against each other as he spoke in his defense.
"That doesn't matter right now, Love. Did you receive my letter?" Sejanus inquired, and you nodded, exhaling a soft sigh of relief. "Snow doesn't know I'm here, and neither do my parents. Everyone believes I'm dead. I was planning on bringing you back to the Capitol with me, but father knew about our plan long ago." There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he attempted to spare you from further difficulty. However, in the grand scheme of things, the chaotic planning didn't matter as much to you in that moment. What truly mattered was seeing him here, alive and well.
"You can't imagine how long I waited for you, Sejanus." You confessed, your voice delicately threading through the words you had struggled to find. The vulnerability stemmed from Snow, who had taken great pleasure in exploiting it to your disadvantage. "At this moment, Snow couldn't care less about me, either." You finally expressed your feelings toward the situation. The emotions resurfaced not long ago, with Snow killing Mayfair and Sejanus being thrown under the bus. The plans were twisted, part of Snow's undoubtedly sadistic scheme, leading him to believe that his closest friend was now dead.
Sejanus’s features darkened at the mention of a friend he once trusted. “Does he know anything of your whereabouts?” He asked, a little serious this time, as you shook your head a confident ‘no’. “I made sure that Tigris would only use the “She is okay” or “Living in the Capitol safely.” He has no idea about your current status. You have no idea how scare I am, what if she has to accidently slip away our little secret. Little do we know he could become aware of it anytime soon.” You tried to make sure not to sound frightened yourself when in reality you were completely aware of what Snow was capable of and please what he favors in the moment. If only you had the audacity the object his actions but if you had done such things– who knew if you’d remain alive at the very least.
"Hush..." Sejanus's voice softened as he realized the tremble in your fingers, a manifestation of your grief. It wasn't just the fear of the plan's potential failure that shook you, but also the realization that, had things gone differently, Sejanus might not be by your side at this very moment. His hand gently caressed the back of your head as he allowed you to bury yourself in the comfort of his chest, absorbing the familiar scent you had longed for. "Snow acted recklessly for our benefit. If we maintain our resolve, he won't come close to us, let alone lay a finger on you. I promise." He reassured. Little did both of you know, Snow was already privy to your whereabouts. It was only a matter of time before he discerned his cousin's peculiar behavior while inquiring about your well-being, signaling an impending discovery. This time, however, Sejanus might not be in the equation.
However, in the current moment, the present took precedence. Being in Sejanus's company was all you desired, and he shared the sentiment. As you reluctantly broke away from the embrace, you noticed a piece of paper threatening to slip through Sejanus's uniform pants. Your curiosity piqued, and you furrowed your brows, prompting you to reach for it. Yet, Sejanus, with a swift reflex, intercepted your hand, his eyes pleading for you to refrain from picking it up. "Don't—" He uttered firmly, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on yours, his grip tightening as a silent plea to respect his request. It became evident that whatever the object was, it held significant meaning for Sejanus. "Quite amusing, isn't it?" He remarked with a touch of sarcasm as he retrieved the crumpled item from his pocket.
"And I used to believe that this moment would mark the beginning of a special friendship." His hands seemed almost compelled to crumple the already battered piece of paper, which once held a photo of Coriolanus and Sejanus together. It was a day etched vividly in your memory, a day when he had also taken a photo with you. Snow had envisioned celebrating the exceptional prowess of two extraordinary peers for the 10th Hunger Games. However, it turned out to be a complete disaster, a spectacle that Sejanus perceived as a grotesque display orchestrated by a man devoid of humane intentions. As you gazed at the photo, you noticed Sejanus's voice cracking on the last sentence. His tears were tainted with bitterness rather than sorrow. How could someone so heartless, someone who only considered his own interests, be the same person you once admired?
"Hey—" Your fingers gently cradled his face, echoing the comforting gesture he had extended to you just moments ago. It was a consoling touch you had inherited from Sejanus's mother, a gesture he had come to hold dear. His lips formed a strained yet hopeful smile, and he endeavored not to falter in your presence. "Snow manipulated both of us. He was the puppet master... But we won't let him control us any longer." you asserted, striving to convey confidence in your words. However, a lingering suspicion gnawed at you, especially as Snow's persistent quest to discover your exact whereabouts began to cast a shadow over your assurance.
Honestly, Snow eventually uncovered the location of your exile. However, uncertainty shrouded Sejanus's whereabouts, leaving room for the unsettling possibility that his old friend might still be alive but in a place where Snow could find him with nefarious intentions. Despite Sejanus hanging onto your every word, he found himself unable to restrain the tears he had been trying to hold back. While you continued to cradle his face, he leaned in to touch his forehead to yours, closing the gap until he could feel the tender brush of your lips against his own. In the paradox of the situation, love felt secure within each other's arms, leading both of you to share laughter through tears. Sejanus, in a spontaneous gesture, swiftly tossed a memory he once cherished directly into the fireplace.
"We'll face this together." He uttered in that moment, fervently desiring that the two of you could navigate through whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant making sacrifices to cherish every precious second and moment together.
Pleading, whining as he press his thumbs into your hips. Dark curls dampen by sweat, hips slamming into yours as he’s approaching his high. He’d already made you cum twice, once on his fingers and once on his cock, so now he’s just chasing his own high.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty” he groans, moving one of his hands to brush a few stray hairs away from your face, “fuck I need to cum in you.”
“Your pussy is so perfect, you’re so perfect fuc-“ he’s cut off by a particularly wet squelch as his cock enters you again, his groan almost in symphony with your whine.
“Just wanna fill you with m-my cum” he stutters, slowly approaching his own edge.
And in your spent mind, fogged from previous orgasms and his huge cock, you mumble out a soft ‘do it’.
Sej’s hips stutter as his eyes widen, watching you intensely, “are you serious?”
Your head falls into a nod, smiling blissfully at the beautiful man above you. His thrusts start up again, slow and deep. And his hand shoots down to rub at your clit, because if he’s going to have his biggest fantasy made into reality you better believe he’s going to make you cum for it.
“Are you sure?” He asks again, voice strained from the way you’re clenching around him.
When you don’t answer immediately his eyes go from where the two of you are connected and up to your face. Your eyes are screwed shut and mouth hanging open without any words slipping out. He notices that your nails are digging into his biceps, and he leans down to peck at your cheek.
“Aw baby, you close?” He says, followed by a quick groan as he angles his hips slightly. Your head falls into a nod, whiny breaths leaving your parted lips.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart”.
And you let your eyes fall open, slowly, and you take in the pretty boy above you, with his own eyebrows knitted together from being close. But when his eyes meet yours he just smiles and kisses you softly.
“I’m not gonna believe you unless you say it” he says through gritted teeth, using his last energy to reach the deepest parts of you.
“Cum in me” you whisper out softly between two whines, releasing your own orgasm as you say it.
And the mix of your words and your cunt clenching around his cock as you cum is enough to make Sejanus’ mind mush.
He gets in two, maybe three, solid thrusts until his hips give up and he’s spilling inside you, pumping you full of him.
“Fuckin’ hell” he mumbles as he pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of your puffy lips and onto the sheets.
pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶
also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️
anywayss, I have a new idea!!
-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her
-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭
thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶
ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏
AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)
The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.
You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.
Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.
Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.
When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.
The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.
“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.
After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.
The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.
These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.
In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.
Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point
i need sejanus to cum inside me and coryo to eat it out of me bc he wants to taste sejanus so bad but hes too stubborn to ask to suck him off directly
Content warning . 18+, mdni
When Sejanus pulls out of your raw fucked cunt, cooing to you about how precious you are, Coryo’s mouth waters at the sight of the fresh puddle of cum pooling out of you. He can’t seem to explain it, really, but he begins to drool at the sight of the white, creamy fluid. He doesn’t say anything at first— can’t say anything. It would ruin him and Sejanus’ arrangement for sure. Besides, he doesn’t think the other male swings that way.
Until he sees the look on the boy’s face.
He looks smug, a small smirk playing on his lips as he bares those puppy dog eyes into Coryo’s own icy blue ones.
The blonde’s face turns a dusty pink, and he shyly averts his eyes. He tries not to stare at the other man’s softening cock hanging heavy between his muscle-ey thighs, tries not to think about how badly he wants it in his mouth. He feels his own wave of insecurity slicing through him. It would take away his pride to be owned by another man.
But Sejanus slowly but surely rests his hand on the other boy’s smaller back, and smiles.
“It’s okay, Coryo,” he assures him, and Coriolanus doesn’t know what he means by that until he elaborates. “Cmon, why don’t you use her tongue on her?”
You look up at him with pleading eyes, still a desperate cockslut waiting for any type of touch to your sweet, aching cunt.
And fuck it. Coryo’s not doing anything remotely gay, right? After all, he’s only eating pussy.
His tongue nips at his bottom lip, and he slowly crawls in between your spread thighs. Seeing you up close, he can take note that your pussy is swollen and wet, and not just from Sejanus’ cum.
Oh, god. Sejanus’ cum. It isn’t even close to emptying out, still a thick, steady stream coming out of your used hole. Coryo can’t take it anymore— his tongue licks a long, lucid stripe up your throbbing pussy. He groans, your taste and Sejanus’ driving him crazy. He begin to lap at you eagerly, like a puppy getting rewarded a tasty treat. He can hear Sejanus chuckle behind him, amused. He’s too busy satisfying his hunger to care about Sejanus’ fingers slowly trailing up his back. They curl around his golden blonde hair, push him harder, deeper. His tongue slips into your hole with ease, and he slurps up Sejanus’ spend with a hunger he didn’t know he had. As Sejanus guides him up and down, he notices that he’s speaking to him, now.
“I bet you’d like more of my cum, wouldn’t you?” He teases, nearly against the shell of the boys ear. “Cmon, Coryo. Admit it. Wouldn’t it feel so good, having me in your mouth?”
And Coriolanus can’t control himself— he whimpers. Fucking whimpers, as he takes your clit in between his teeth, the heady scent of you and Sejanus and everything between making his head feel fuzzy. Sejanus presses a kiss to his shoulder blade, then, and it’s strangely soft. Strangely comforting.
“We could do that, if you want,” the brunette continues, humming. “I could get you down on your knees, all cute and pretty. Could get Y/N to suck your cock, too…”
Coryo shoves a finger inside you, groaning, rubbing his dick up against the sheets. He gasps when he feels a hand slither underneath his body and palm his bulge. He pulls away from you, ignoring your whine of disappointment.
“Sejanus..” he warns, his eyes nervous. He looks down, sees the hand resting on his crotch. He shivers.
The other boy just smiles at him, squeezing the bulge in his hand. Coryo lets out a tiny moan, and desperately humps into it. Cum drips down his chin, lips, neck. Your knee bumps his, and he sees your pleading face. Sejanus’ hand moves up, towards his waistband. He slips it in, feels the engorged skin there. Coryo lets out the most guttural noise.
“Keep licking her,” Sejanus grunts, beginning to stroke him. “Keep licking her, or I’ll stop.”
