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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didnât do much of it in his early twenties. but now, heâs almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates â friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe heâs being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoruâs insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster⊠kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didnât even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like sheâd been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out â but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didnât spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe heâd known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
âkento! sheâs the cutest cat iâve ever seen, you didnât even show me pictures!â you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. âlook at her pretty eyesâŠâ
âcareful,â kento said, âsheâs not veryââ
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
âshes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!â you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. âkentoâs a liar, isnât he⊠youâre so precious.â
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. âalright, i get it, i wonât bother you anymore.â
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kentoâs, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
âdo you want any help cooking?â you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. âiâm a disaster in the kitchen, butââ
âsure,â kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. âbut only if you want to.â
#this is very silly#i just wanted to get it out of my drafts#iâve had this thought for a while but#i decided i didnât want to write a whole drabble so now you get this#kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me#and so is him having a cat tehe#selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but itâs not that obvious i hope#kento đ â ËïœĄâ#nanami x reader#xoxo rylie đ à§â ËïœĄâ#jjk x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x gender neutral reader#xoxo rylie đ â ËïœĄâ
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okay so literally everyone is doing this so i decided to try it bc why not (i need the motivation bc i honestly CAN do it im just too lazy but if i promise people thennn !!)
okay so if you get this post to 6.9k by new years (i love how impossible im making it lmao) i will do the following things:
1. i will go finish all of my drafts (i have 7 wip's some of which might not be posted)
2. i will try to sleep on time next year.
3. i will talk this girl that i really wanna be friends with.
(i'll prolly do the first one either way lmao â ïž)
#writing#challenge#wips#writing wip#im making this so impossible#if this flops you saw nothing#6900 NOTES đ#luce posts đ#this is not gonna go well#goals#new year goals
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when he was robin, bruce could never even slightly raise his voice at jason before feeling like the biggest asshole alive because jason's eyes would get all watery and his bottom lip would tremble and he'd tug on the ends of his shirt, all while looking up at bruce. he'd give a quiet snotty sniffle that should gross bruce out but instead makes bruce's heart SHATTER.
every morning after a fight, alfred would walk into the living room to call them both to eat and he'd just see jason in his dad's lap, giggling while driving a toy car up bruce's arm with a million new toys scattered around the room. bruce sits there with his head tossed back, eyes closed, and an abandoned newspaper in his left hand (he's half asleep bc he spent the entire night ordering shit). he also has glittery stickers pasted on any area of bare skin, including his face.
i don't think jason realizes he has this power. he's just genuinely a kid who gets very emotional when an adult gets cross with him (bc hello this caretaker child would not be able to hand that). any fight with bruce or alfred, he has to fight the urge to burst into tears so hard (he doesn't wanna be a burden) that he just ends up looking heartbreakingly upset, and more like a child than bruce has ever seen him.
#in a happier universe :3#in a universe where bruce was the sweetest boy-dad to jason#I LOVE THEM!!!!!#jason todd#red hood#batman#bruce wayne#bruce and jason#second robin#robin ii#dc#dc comics#headcanon#(( writing đ ))
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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it đ and hes being a lil silly goose
okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."
thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
wc: 563
warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)
a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3
a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?
simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.
so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.
looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.
"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.
"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.
"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.
"i'm taken."
"i know." you replied with a short laugh.
"you should be touching me like that then."
it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.
"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"
"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.
"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.
sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.
"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.
you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.
"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.
"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.
simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."
you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.
you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.
#ghostedĂ©abha#Ă©abha writes#Ă©abha's đ#ghostedĂ©abha: ghost#ghostedĂ©abha: simon riley#simon ghost riley fluff#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x reader fluff#ghost riley x reader#awnie's amazing nonniesđ
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ᄫᥠJIAOQIU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND â Sometimes love can be bittersweet. GN reader x Jiaoqiu. SFW & NSFW headcanons.
A/N: In loving honour of him coming home with his light cone (ă„ïżŁ ÂłïżŁ)ă„
SFW:
àȘâ⎠Jiaoqiu is a playful lover. A tease with no malicious intent. While his words and actions may confuse you at times, theyâre always worth it when they bring out a radiant smile on your face. The moments when you realise he had you completely fooled, swearing youâll get him back one day.
àȘâ⎠Smothers you with all of his love and affection. There will not be a moment that passes which makes you believe he doesnât love you. He will forever adore you with every fibre of his living being. Doing âtoo muchâ when it comes down to you turns out to not be enough in his eyes. You deserve the best treatment he could possibly have to offer.
àȘâ⎠Insists on accompanying you on all of your outings. What if you get hurt? Need assistance? He canât have you going through that aloneâthereâs too much risk. He has lost far too many people to let another slip through his fingers so easily. Besides, his company should be enough to keep you on your toes. The two of you are a formidable duo.
àȘâ⎠Acts of service is most definitely one of his love languages. Cooking your meals, tending to your wounds, preparing you medicine when you are unwell, etc. If there is any way for him to take a weight from your shoulders, he would do it in a heartbeat. All you have to do is ask when you need more from him.
àȘâ⎠He doesnât burden you with his negative thoughts or emotions too often. Itâs easy for him to handle it by himselfâhe doesnât want you worrying when you donât need to. The perk of being able to wear such a convincing smile all of the time is knowing you donât suspect when anything is wrong. Though, he doesnât stray away. Heâll stay by your side the entire time, snuggling up to you to ease some of the mental pain.
NSFW:
àȘâ⎠His passion knows no bounds. He always has his hands on you, whether it be subtle or not. No matter where you are, it doesnât matter to him. People should know that you have a partner, shouldnât they? He has no issue kissing you whenever he pleases, simply suggesting anyone who has an issue with it should go about their day as usual.
àȘâ⎠While Jiaoqiu may be all lovey-dovey with you, heâs quick to drop the sweet demeanour when someone proves to be a problem. Catching glimpse of another personâs gaze lingering on you for too long would cause his expression to falter, his golden eyes widening, brows furrowing. A silent warning not to advance further while he slips an arm around you and holds you close. But he wouldnât hurt anyone for something so small, would he?
àȘâ⎠âAccidentallyâ leaves several love bites on you every time youâre intimate. As he fucks you, his lips will trail down any strip of exposed skin, tongue grazing over your flesh to savour your taste. Being experienced in culinary has given him the ability to appreciate certain scents and flavours, yours just so happens to be one of his favourites. He claims that itâs every part of you which makes him lose control so easily, apologising to you afterwards by placing gentle kisses over parts where his teeth sunk far too deep into you.
àȘâ⎠Enjoys both giving and receiving. If you prefer one more to the other, then he can settle for whatever pleases you most. When receiving head, he glares down at you through half-lidded eyes, a dark smirk plastered onto his harmless face. His hand will remain on top of your head, giving you a few encouraging pushes here and there when he feels it to be necessary. When giving head, heâll make sure to taunt you in any way he can, drawing out your orgasm to see how much you can take.
àȘâ⎠His pace and force can highly depend on his mood. When faced with stressful workloads and general life, he prefers to take it slow, working out every issue compassionately as he seeks relief from you. Days when he finds himself overly excited or angered is when slow turns to fast, gentle to rough. He needs to fuck all of that excess energy out to find a way to calm himself as quickly as possible. Even in heated moments, he will ensure that you find pleasure and that you get a good time out of it. After all, you are his only true priority now that you have accepted him into your life.
#đ â writing pieces#jiaoqiu x reader#jiaoqiu#hsr x reader#hsr headcanons#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#smut#fluff#headcanon#MDNI divider: cafekitsune
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golden retriver... bttm male reader
!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.
if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.
he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.
he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!
" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.
" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.
you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "
you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.
" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.
he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "
after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.
only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.
" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.
your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "
he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "
and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.
were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?
you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.
not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!
and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.
he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.
you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.
but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.
" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.
he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.
" you better not regret saying that. "
" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.
" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.
when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.
just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.
he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.
and oh, this exceeds his expectations.
" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.
" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.
you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "
your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "
he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "
with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.
he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.
he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.
" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "
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you walk out after an argument
characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. anyways i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is
⥠husk
when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.
in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.
but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.
his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.
husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.
when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."
husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.
"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.
you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."
⥠alastor
"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to â you're not even angry, no â you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.
when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"
he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.
alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.
so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?
he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.
...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without theâ well, the manipulation and deal-making.
one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.
"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.
upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.
"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.
"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.
⥠angel dust
his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you â but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.
despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.
while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.
he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.
one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him â a rare moment of respite in his life.
but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?
after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.
he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.
he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"
the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.
it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.
⥠vox
he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city â he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.
(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).
(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).
his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.
he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.
and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.
all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.
"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.
his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.
meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."
vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"
"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.
it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you'reâ" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.
"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go â though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.
"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.
suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.
⥠lucifer
he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.
all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what ifâ
he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.
most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.
thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.
"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, iâ" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."
you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."
his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.
after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.
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wanna sit on nerd miguelâs face while i use my phone to snap other guys thatâs my little chair frđđ»
this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.
cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again đ reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!
âstop fuckinâ squirming down there and eat me out properly,â you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. âl-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.â
miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguelâs mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguelâs head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and itâs a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading âwyd?â
you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguelâs face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what youâre doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, âif you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.â and wordless, miguel does as heâs told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you donât let it derail you from answering peter back.
peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense âiâm sorryâ fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.
you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. âkeep this up and iâm gonna squirt on you, but i bet youâre into that huh?â you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ânothing reallyâ and press send.
immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, âwanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)â and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. âhey, look at me dweeb,â you say, turning the camera so that itâs capturing the angle of miguelâs mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. âremember what i told you about stopping,â you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. âthatâs a good boy.â
you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. âfuck miguel, youâre making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?â you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.
you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. itâs your pussy on miguelâs face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it âbusy, sorryâ, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.
a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguelâs neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. âiâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna-â and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. âoh my god,â you heave out, âst-stop, no more.â
miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. âare- are you okay?â
you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.
after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.
peter đź
| is that fucking oâhara..?
| youâre fucking with me???
| fucking whore
| you sleep with nerds now??
you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ânerds that can make me cum? yeahâ and unadd him after.
you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguelâs glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.
fucking dweeb.
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imagine big boy diluc⊠like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good đđđđđđđđđ
⥠Genshin Impact Big Boys ⥠Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !
I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it đ©
Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)
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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.
BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.
BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.
BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.
BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.
BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.
BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.
BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.
BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.
BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.
BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.
BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.
BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.
BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.
BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.
BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.
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This Angel has another question! \o
What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?
âŠăANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly
cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!
"Think we need more bubbles?"
When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point â and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.
You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.
"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"
"...Why are you all th'way over there?"
'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.
In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept â in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? â Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.
They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.
You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more â only this time, you were right where he wanted you.
"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?
"Much."
"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.
Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to yourâ
"...'M not doing anything."
"Liar, I can feel youâ Ah!"
His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.
"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."
"I-I somehow doubt that..."
"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"
One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down yourâ
"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection. Bend over the tub f'me?"
#GET YOUR YANDERE!!!!!!!! HE'S GETTING SILLY AGAIN#This was also going to be ''washing blood off of Rendacted in the bath'' but I went against it sjdkgd#đ â answered.#đ â 14 days with queue.#đ â about ren.#đ â woohoo zone.#đ€ â sai writes.#sleepyue00
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â° pain reliever â okkotsu yuuta
.đ„ Ę Ëđžïžđ·.đ„ Ę Ë KINKTOBER NO. 2 - vampire!yuuta
your vampire boyfriend can't resist the taste of you during a certain time of the month
contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, smut, period sex, vampire!yuuta, cunnilingus, blood drinking, slight teasing â 2.2k
a steady ache in your abdomen pulls you out of your previously deep sleep, the dull throb increasing with every second. itâs the middle of the night, and your eyes are still heavy with exhaustion, the back of your eyelids burning when you try to squeeze them shut once more.Â
though, no matter how many times you flip to the other side, the pain wonât subside, not even a little bit. youâre left curling into a ball, glaring at the emptiness of the dark.Â
beside you, the bed is empty, though that wasnât unusual for the middle of the night. still, it wouldâve been nice to curl up into another body, to feel your boyfriendâs large palm rub over your stomach, in the hopes that it would ease the cramps.
you shift onto your stomach and check your phone, already missing yuuta. itâs just a little over three, but thereâs no messages from him, no indication as to where heâd gone for the evening.Â
you contemplate calling him; but when your finger hovers over his name, you click your phone off and sigh. theyâre just crampsânothing you canât handle on your own. this time of the month had come and gone a hundred times before. you just need a heating pad and some pain reliever, and that should be enough to lull you back to sleep.
with eyes that are half-shut, you lazily slump towards the door, feeling far too much like a zombie. the floor is cold under your bare feet, and you shiver, picking yuutaâs sweatshirt up off the edge of the bed to throw it on.Â
the moment you open the bedroom door, a wave of overwhelming perfume assaults your senses, the mixture one of every fall aroma. it combines into a cloud of smoke and wax, and its too much, far too much. the smells nearly have you choking.Â
in the living room, there are thirty different flames lit, spread across the surfaces. they illuminate the room with a haunting glow, showcasing yuuta, who sits in the corner of the sofa, contemplative.Â
âyuuta?â you say, calling out his name. he clenches his jaw but keeps his eyes forward. with his acute hearing, heâd probably heard the breath you took when you woke up, and every movement youâd made after that. âthe candles are giving me a headache, baby.â your eyes begin to water from the smoke in the air, and one by one, you start to blow them out.Â
âno!â yuuta exclaims, and when you turn, his irises are darker, wide as they watch you move around. âleave them.â Â
you frown, but blow another one out as yuuta squeezes his palms to his side. his back goes taut, straightening as tension stretches him thin.
âitâll just make me nauseous.â thereâs a sour taste growing in your mouth, a pain in your temple. you reach for the final three candles. they arenât as strong, but they still fill the air, a culmination of pumpkin, vanilla and coffee. âi started my period.âÂ
yuutaâs eyes flash as he watches you bend over to blow out one of the candles, your lips puckering, before you move to the last flame. his gaze is careful, considering as your little exhale extinguishes the fire.
âi know,â yuuta says, grabbing your wrist before you can blow out the final flames. his dark locks are loose, falling over his paler skin as he licks his lips. a sharp gaze pins you, tracing from your forehead to your chin. âi could smell you all the way from the bedroom.â
you blink, swallowing at his predatory eyes, the way his pupils darken, sharp white canines curling over his lips. itâs easy to forget, truly, how dangerous he is. heâs sweet and caringânot like the vampires youâve seen in the moviesâbut he is, still, a vampire.
yuuta lures you in, inching you closer until youâre beside him on the couch, your breath the only sound between you. âi thought you wereâŠâ you trail off, a part of your voice cracking. âdidnât you go hunt?âÂ
it seems like a strange word to say, but you couldnât think of a better one. you suppose, at the end of the day, he is more of a creature than a man. his instincts ones of bloodlust, ones that he has to fight against every moment that heâs with you.Â
âcouldnât leave,â he says, his voice coming out clipped. âtried to, but i just kept thinking of your sweet blood. tastes so good.â his hand rests on your thigh, fingers rubbing small circles near your hip. âare your cramps getting bad?âÂ
you look at him from under your lashes as he licks his lips, pushing you backward slowly, until your head hits the arm of the sofa. the palm on your body is cold, but it does little to cool your heated skin.Â
âit hurts,â you finally nod, breathing heavily as he smiles, sympathetic to your pain.Â
âlet me help,â yuuta inches a finger into your waistband, slowly dragging down your shorts. his tongue darts out across his lip, hungrily, like he might have trouble controlling his urge to devour you.Â
you swallow. when you still him with a touch to his wrist, he simply cocks his head, curious, his fingers still resting between your shorts.Â
âget a towel first,â you say, but the request is ignored. he slides the shorts completely off, lowering his head. âyouâll make a mess.â
yuuta ignores you, salivating as he kisses from the crevice of your knee, up your thigh. he inhales deeply against your hipbone, the strong aroma of your arousal and blood almost too much for him.Â
bowing his head, he presses his lips to your cunt, licking you through your panties, lapping at the spot of blood that had already begun to stain there. âi donât plan on wasting a drop, princess.âÂ
a stuttering breath leaves you, and your head falls back as yuuta kisses you softly over the cotton. his tongue flicks out, warm and wet, licking a stripe through your folds. the thin piece of cloth sucks into them, blood seeping through.Â
âyuuta,â you whine, impatient he takes his time with you, his long fangs catching on the flimsy underwear.Â
âdonât want to go too fast.â finally, he glances up, stares at you with hungry, black eyes. yuuta drags your panties off, but heâs far too slow, teasing you. âyou know how much i love sucking the blood from your pretty pussy, hm?â his voice comes out in a near growl, and his grip grows tight around your knees, spreading your legs further. âwait for it all month.âÂ
he runs a tongue over sharp white teeth, hungry at the sight of you spread out, bloody and bare, just for him.Â
âeven when it hurts?â you ask in a small voice, but yuuta smiles, his thick eyelashes fluttering. his dark lips curl at the corners, more mocking than kind, drinking you in.
âit wonât hurt for long, love.â yuuta kisses the inside of your thighs, licking every inch of skin he can manage to get his tongue on. âbesides, you get turned on so easily when youâre bleeding.â
he pushes his tongue against your entrance, curling over your wet arousal. the kisses are with such care, reminiscent of the sweet boy youâre used to loving, the one who stumbles over his words and still flushes hot when you kiss him. though, that familiarity only lasts for a moment. once yuuta gets a taste of you, his hunger doubles.Â
he sucks, hard, his lips around your clit, the pressure sending a wave of desire through your body. you reach down and grip his dark locks, in any attempt to guide him within your thighs. though, youâre under yuutaâs control completely, and he licks deep in you, gathering the clots of blood onto his tongue.Â
âfuck,â he hums against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit as he curses. the vibrations of his words shake you, and instinctively, your thighs try to squeeze together. but yuuta is stronger than youâmuch strongerâand he keeps them spread apart, fingers leaving tiny imprints on your skin. âyouâre so sweet. so good for me. never tasted anyone like you before.â he praises, but its hard for him to speak as he fucks his tongue into you, lapping at your juices like its the nectar of gods.Â
you canât think of anything to say, and a soft whimper leaves your lips, the sound of his name barely audible with your exhale. yuutaâs fangs are smooth against your hot body, almost soothing as he runs his tongue along your folds.Â
âiâll make the the cramps go away.â he says. yuutaâs been replaced by a much cockier, confident version of the occasionally awkward vampire. his fangs gleam as he looks up at you, and your eyes flutter shut, hardly able to focus on the sight of him sucking at your bloody pussy. âpromise, princess. itâs the least i can do when you keep me so well-fed.â
you nod, humming, but the sound is lost as yuuta dives back down, the blood coating his lips, his nose, dark against his chin. he takes both your thighs and throws them over his shoulder, reaching deeper in your hole as you moan, far too sensuously for the silent room.Â
âyuutaââ you start, but you donât remember it feeling this good before, you donât remember pain ever being taken from you so easily. the words die, and you begin them again. âyour tongueââ
he smiles, tightening his grip as he sucks faster, harder. âfeels better?âÂ
âalmost,â you say, breathless. âitâs⊠not enough.âÂ
yuuta groans, but he pulls back, licking the blood off his lips. âcourse itâs not,â he says. âso greedy, sometimes.â he presses, small, quick kisses across your thigh, teeth grazing the skin, and slides a finger into you; then another.Â
his fingers are long, far longer than his tongue, and he stretches you, your walls sucking them right back in. with a gasp, you squeeze your thighs around his head, but yuuta just sighs.Â
âplease,â he says, teeth against the soft skin of your thigh. âplease, can i?â
heâs close to begging, even though youâre the one whoâs desperate, and you nod, needing him to curl farther into you, to reach the spot thatâs deep within you. the sounds grow louder, lewd as his fingers sink in and out of you, so thick within your tight cunt.
yuuta bites you, then, sinks his fangs into your thigh, and you nearly scream, arching up into him as you start to tremble.Â
his usually white teeth stain a deep scarlet, and he groans against your body, pulling back to watch you. âwant you to cum for me, nice and hard, okay baby? we gotta get rid of those cramps.â he drinks from your thigh again, and youâre so close, not even realizing that youâre thrusting your hips up to meet his fingers as he goes inside you.Â
ây-yuutaâ you say, taking two hard breaths when he abandons the open wound on your thigh, and returns to sucking your clit, rubbing you with just enough force. the ache builds up and up, and youâre right on the ledge, about to fall over, his name leaving your lips once more in a cry.Â
âthatâs it,â he says, pumping in and out of you, graceful and heavy. âoh youâre so pretty, you know that? iâve lived for centuries, and in all that time, iâve never seen anyone look as perfect as you when they cum.âÂ
you break then, squeezing his fingers as babbled words leave your lips in a moan. your entire body shakes, convulsing as you reach blissful release, and you slump back on the couch, your head hitting the arm rest.
yuuta slides his fingers out of you slowly, and then he sticks them in his own mouth, licking every drop of your blood and juices from his hand. his eyes are blown wide with lust, hazy and dark as he drinks you up.Â
âi canât get enough of you,â he says, his voice so hoarse that the words are almost nothing at all. âmy sweet little human girl.â yuuta doesnât move, but heâs so lost in the taste of you, even as his cock strains hard against his flannel pajama pants. âjust right there for the taking. a warm body full of the most delicious blood. mine.â
you pull him close then, needing to kiss him, feeling his hard teeth bump against your own. he tastes metallic; itâs not as good as he makes it out to be. still, if it drives him crazy, turns him into an absolute addict from just the scent of you, youâll gladly give him every drop he wants. a smile graces your lips as he groans into you, licking your mouth.Â
âyuuta?âÂ
he pulls away for just a moment, blinking lust-blown eyes. âhm?âÂ
âmy cramps are gone.â
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btw this was going to be a toji fic and then he lost the poll ... i did not know there were so many yuuta fans following me
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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!
today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.
once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.
"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.
"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.
"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.
"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.
"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.
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hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)
and we both drew blood
jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader
cw â p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending
summary â after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.
a/n â thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!
do not copy or post my work anywhere else.
your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. âoh fuck, j. iâm gonna cum,â you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.
jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. âyeah? âm close too,â he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. âcum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezinâ my cock.â
you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. âoh my fuck,â you spluttered between pants. âiâm comingâfuck, jj!â
âalways such a good girl for me,â he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. âshit, baby. so fuckinâ tight around me. squeezinâ me so good. best pussy iâve ever had.â
you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. âthatâs it, angel. jusâ fuckinâ take it,â he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.
when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.
he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. âyou still with me, sweetheart?â he asked considerately.
âmhm,â you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.
jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. âneed anythinâ from me? water? a snack?â he questioned.
you shook your head and curled into him further. âiâm good. jusâ tired,â you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.
âiâll head out then and let you get some rest,â he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
before he could make another move, you quickly objected. âwant you to stay a little longer, j. youâre warm.â
he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing heâs probably be here for an hour or two.
the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.
âhey! where were you last night?â sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. âwe waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.â
you saw the knowing look on kieâs face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. âyeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.â
the brunette couldnât help but snort. âdid the âsomethingâ have to do with jj?â she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. âjohn b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.â
you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. âyou know,â you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. âsomethings happen.â
kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. âi told you! you owe me twenty bucks,â she said excitedly. âitâs not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.â
you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. âi mean, its not exactly a secret.â
sarah gave you a knowing look. âi donât get why you donât just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.â
shaking your head, you waved off the idea. âi doubt he feels the same way about me and iâm not gonna embarrass myself if he doesnât,â you replied honestly. âand besides, i like where weâre at right now.â
kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. âoh, come on. no you donât. youâre upset because you wish there was more between you guys,â she stated. âhanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.â
âguys, itâs not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. iâd rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,â you admitted. âand itâs not hurting me, iâm fine!â
sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say âseriously?â âdude, we all see it. youâre getting your hopes up and then heâs just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesnât want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.â
kiara nodded in agreement. âsheâs right babe. we donât wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jusâ wanna see you happy and youâre obviously not right now,â she said softly and sincerely. âyou should really tell him how you feel. iâm sure youâll be pretty happy with how it turns out.â
you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.
it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. âi really appreciate that guys, but iâm just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,â you whispered, not trusting your own voice.
the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. âdo you want us to come with you?â sarah asked softly.
when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. âyouâre gonna be okay. youâre one of the strongest people i know.â
you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.
you couldnât realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.
yet the nights heâd stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when heâs buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didnât understand why heâd do all these things just to go off with someone else.
once you finally arrived, youâd immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didnât really remember. you also couldnât remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.
youâd found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldnât touch you.
you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots youâd taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.
unfortunately for you, that didnât last long. âhey! whereâve you been? iâve been looking all over for you. i thought something mightâve happen to you,â jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. âwhat happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you werenât feelinâ too hot.â
you couldnât help but scoff at his words. âlooking all over for me?â you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.
he looked almost confused. âyeahâŠyouâve been gone for like an hour,â he replied. âi checked the whole party for you.â
âwas that before or after you were all over that girl?â you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didnât even really want to know.
his expression changed into one you couldnât quite read. âwhat?â he asked, voice just above a whisper now. âi went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.â you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. âi donât get it. what did i do wrong?â
you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. âiâm not gonna keep doing this jj. god, youâre so oblivious!â you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. âi mean, at this point i feel like iâm throwing myself at you! iâm always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that iâm here for you, asking you to hang outâ i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!â
you stopped for a minute and sighed. âi ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i canât make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like youâre giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!â
jj looked stunned. like he wouldâve never seen this coming in a million years as if it werenât totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.
âif you donât want me or see anything, can you please just say that?â your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. âi really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.â
his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought heâd known everything about you. this was something he wouldâve never guessed youâd be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.
you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.
he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. âplease donât go,â he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. âi didnât know you felt like that, sweetheart.â
you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that youâd fallen for over the years. âiâve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jusâ your best friend,â he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. âi really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i donât want you would be a lie.â
a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think youâd hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you couldâve swore that only happened in dreams.
what you especially didnât expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.
once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. âyouâre all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?â he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. âgood. ând iâm all yours, baby.â
you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.
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can we talk about javi angry fucking you? like for some reason you guys are having a HUUGE fight and something inside him just snaps and he takes you then and there, wherever you are. he sets a brutal pace and orders you to say his name but it's so much you can't!? ugh, excuse me, i am ovulating and this thought needed to be shared. I desperately need angry rough javi in my life
tags: f!reader, post s3!javi, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader has hair that can be pulled, reader understands spanish, term(s) of endearment (gatita), angst, cussing, break up, arguing, light dub con, smut, unprotected p in v sex (be safe irl), saliva as lube, a little bit of exhibitionism, creampie, hurt/no comfort i think, javi being an ass, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.
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a/n: me when i read that you're ovulating. but okay, this prompt was just so angsty and juicy. tyvm for that! i couldn't help but connect this to my fantasize series (you guys should clock in. let's stalk javi together)â but it can totally be read as a standalone! enjoyyyyy đ€
Dinner with Javierâs family is always a lively affair, filled with chatter, laughter, and the steady clinking of forks and knives against plates.
Youâre doing your best to keep up, smiling at the stories being shared and listening to the good-natured teasing from his relatives. But then, one of his cousins starts talking about how Javierâs taking on more responsibilities at the family ranch, taking charge now that Chucho is preparing to step down.
He beams as he talks about it. âYou should see Javi. Got the whole thing runninâ like a machine, and heâll be takinâ full ownership soon, ainât that right, Javi?â
You freeze, fork halfway to your mouth. Your eyes snap to your boyfriend, searching his face for any hint of explanation, an acknowledgment, anything that might explain what youâre hearing.
But he just nods with a slight, almost bashful smile, as though this was something you shouldâve expected, something he had already told you. Except he hasnât.
Your heart thuds painfully as your stomach twists, an uncomfortable heat spreading across your face. Itâs been months of back-and-forth, of what you thought were shared dreams about moving to the city together, finding a way to make things work while your career takes off.
Youâd convinced yourself you were on the same page. But here he is, making other plans, without even thinking to tell you.
You try to keep your tone light, but thereâs an unmistakable edge in your voice. âTaking full ownership, huh? Guess thatâs news to me.â
Javier shifts in his seat, glancing at you with a look thatâs half-warning, half-apologetic. âI am his only son. It makes sense,â he responds, very matter-of-factly.
His familyâs already watching, sensing the shift in the air, and thereâs no pulling back now.
âFunny, I thought we were still talking about our plans to move to the city,â you force a smile on your lips, but the sting behind your words is unmistakable.
He sighs, clearly getting exasperated, looking at you as if to say, Not here. You can feel the weight of everyoneâs eyes, the quiet confusion as they look between you both, piecing together the fragments of a conversation they arenât meant to hear.
You swallow hard, unable to bear the mix of embarrassment and betrayal.
Pushing back from the table, you excuse yourself, your voice tight. âI need a minute.â
You make it inside, rushing up the stairs and into his bedroom, gathering your things with shaking hands. You know heâs going to follow you, and sure enough, a moment later, you hear the door creak open, then his heavy footsteps.
âWhat the hell was that?â He demands in a sharp tone, confusion and anger lacing his words.
You spin around, dropping your things onto the bed as you plant your hands on your hips. âWhy didnât you tell me about these new plans of yours, Javier?âÂ
He sighs heavily, hating when you use his full name, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he tries to find the right words. âBecause I knew youâd be upset,â he says flatly, as though itâs an explanation that should satisfy you.
Thatâs his justification for keeping this from you? The anger inside you flares hotter, bubbling over as you let out a bitter laugh. âSo instead, I get to sit there like a fool, blindsided, while your cousin tells me about the future youâre planning without even thinking to clue me in?â
âGod, would you calm down?â he mutters, frustration tightening his features. âThis isnât something we need to talk about right now.â
Youâre practically shaking, hurt clawing at you. âYou donât get it, do you? You said youâd try this with me. You promised weâd make this work together, that youâd support my careerâour future.â
âThis is me trying!â he snaps back, his voice rising in frustration. âWhy are you being so damn selfish? I canât just leave my pops to run this place by himself. Heâs not getting any younger.â
You search his face, trying to understand, but all you see is irritation and defensiveness.
âHe has other ranch hands. Other family. You promised.â
His eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, his jaw clenched. âWhy are you making this all about you?â he growls. âIf Iâd known things would end up like this, I would have left you back in Colombia.â
Youâre stunned momentarily, speechless as the weight of his words sinks in.
You shake your head slowly, your voice cold as you look up at him. âYouâre a piece of shit, Javier. I canât believe you would say that to me.â
Your words strike a nerve, a phrase thatâs been said to him by plenty of people yet hurting the most when youâre the one saying it. His eyes darken, expression shifting. âWhat did you just say?â he murmurs, cocking his head as he takes slow steps toward you.
âI said youâre a piece of shit, Javier,â you repeat, steady despite the tremor running through you. âAnd Iâm done withââ
Before you can finish, his hand reaches up, wrapping around your throat tightly yet with careful pressure, and he pulls you close, lips crashing against yours in a kiss thatâs unyielding and bruising.
Despite the fury burning inside you, your body responds, helplessly drawn to the passion only he can ignite.
Your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as he presses you back against the wall, swallowing the soft gasp that escapes your lips when a few of the photo frames rattle.
His mouth is punishing and you can barely breathe with how tight heâs holding you, but thereâs something undeniably thrilling about it that licks right through you, even as the hurt from before lingers.
When he finally releases his hold on your neck, his hands become fervent, moving roughly along your body as if claiming you all over again.
Harshly groping your breasts, moving down to cup your assâ you canât pull him close enough to let this anger turn into the twisted relief you both need.
Clothes fall away in frantic pulls and tugs, shirts and pants pooling on the floor, discarded and forgotten. Between desperate fingers and tongues, youâre too aware that, if you part, the argument will bubble back up, and you donât want that to happen yet.
His lips move over your skin, leaving love bites that blaze hot and brand you with the one of a kind feeling of him.
You grip his triceps, nails digging in as you drink each otherâs breaths, tasting the tension between you, until youâre bare, and your bodies meet in a tangle of angry lust.
He maneuvers you toward the window, your hands bracing against the glass instinctively, the cold against your chest making you gasp.
He presses against you from behind, his body heat searing, grounding you in the storm of emotions that threaten to pull you under.
Your bare breasts flatten against the window, and the chill of the glass has your nipples puckering.
He spits into his hand, tugging at his cock, running it through the sticky mess of your cunt before thrusting into you, making you take every glorious inch all at once.
You gasp loudly, almost choking on the sound. Itâs intense, too much, yet somehow exactly what you need, pulling you deeper into the unfiltered feeling pulsing between you.
You arenât as wet as he usually gets you, and the burn from the stretch of fitting him inside your tight, wet cunt mimics the burn youâd felt in your heart at his indifference towards you. His girlfriend.
Javier leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he growls, âIf they look over here, theyâll see you taking this cock like a real selfish slut.â
The words have your shivering, shocking and exhilarating, just as he is, and your head tilts back as you let out a strangled, breathy moan.
âCausing a scene in front of everyone,â he tuts mockingly, âÂżNo tienes modales, gatita?â (Don't you have manners?)
Your fingers splay against the window, nails scratching down the surface, making a grating sound, as he thrusts harder, each punch of his cock against that one specific weak spot is sending you closer to the edge.
His rhythm is exacting and every bit of you is caught between the pressure of the cold glass and the heat of his body.
âSay my name,â he orders, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it harshly, holding you firm against his shoulder as he glares down at you, eyes glazed over with need and his dark brows pulled together in a frown.
Your scalp stings at the pull, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head and your throat tightens, making it impossible for words to escape you. Your pussy throbs around him, losing the fight against the sensations heâs overwhelming you with.
âSay it,â he demands again, his voice roughened with irritation, but the pace continues to be relentless, borderline uncomfortable, your body bending to his will.
Heâs pushed you to a point where youâre nothing but a quivering, whiny mess. The friction of your nipples rubbing against the glass leaves them tender and raw, adding another edge of pleasure-pain.
âGot you all fucked out you canât even say my damn name.â He chuckles humorously, but itâs drowned out by a low groan as his cock twitches inside of you, the sound of your ass slapping back against his pelvis echoing throughout the room.Â
âCâmon gatita, tell me whoâs making you feel this good even when youâre pissed off.â
The way he taunts you makes your blood boil, and you have half a mind to turn around and slap himâbut itâs so fucking hot and youâre not going to lie to yourself about that.
Instead, you smirk and deliberately clench around him, watching him groan as his fingers tighten in your hair.Â
âNo seas asi. Say it.â (Don't be like that) He pushes you forward, cheek smushed against the window as his palm presses into your lower back, arching you even more, and that has his cock fucking you at a different angle that is much more overwhelming than the last.
âAy Javi!â You canât help but exclaim, some of your saliva landing on the glass from how you spit his name out.
He smirks to himself, thatâs all he needs to let his own orgasm rip through him. With one last harsh thrust, he grips your hips, driving deep, a sharp cry breaks free as pleasure shatters through you, your body shaking with release, unable to form a single coherent thought except his name.
âFuck,â he curses under his breath, burying his cock fully inside you, his heavy balls pressing against your swollen clit as he fills your cunt with his load.
His forehead falls against your shoulder, teeth then nipping at the damp skin until heâs kissing up to bury his face in your neck.
Your brain is foggy, and it takes a few seconds of you trying to catch your breath before your heart and mind are in sync again and the argument that led to this resurfaces.Â
âJavier,â you murmur, your throat scratchy, and you swallow before you can go on, âwe shouldnât have done that.â
He scoffs, pulling out of you, making the both of you hiss. You feel his warm cum leaking from your spent pussy and your thighs twitch, inadvertently making more of it flow out. You quickly bend down to grab your underwear, using it to clean yourself, trying to clear both the physical and emotional remnants of him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but youâre already moving, pulling on your clothes. âIâm done.â
Fully dressed, you watch his expression shift, and it almost makes you second-guess the words youâre about to say. Almost.
âWe gave it a shot and clearly, itâs not working. Nuestras prioridades no se alinean.â (Our priorities don't align)
âNo seas ridĂcula,â (Don't be ridiculous) he waves you off and that makes you feel so small. âWhatâs best for us is to stay here.â
You laugh dryly at the sting of his dismissal. Youâre tempted to pinch yourself to check if this is realâwondering if this is the same Javier that practically begged you to come back to the States with him.
Heâs not acting like the agent you fell in love with.
âNo, whatâs best is for us to go our separate ways.â Finality settles into the quiet like stones. âWe rushed into this, we let the chase and the sex take the lead without thinking it through.â You shake your head, haphazardly packing to keep from falling apart entirely.
âI should have seen this coming. Iâm such an idiot.â Now I see why a handsome man like you was single.
You should have remained the woman you were before him, independent, career focusedâthe one that avoided relationships like the plague because they only ended in disappointment.
Case in point.Â
He remains silent as he watches you pack the rest of your things and it really breaks your heart. He isnât even trying to stop you.
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hi! just found your acc and i just want to say i absolutely adore your work first off. you bring my wife (aventurine) to life beautifully.
saw the as a boyfriend and oh my GOD the part about him getting anxious over reader speaking with ratio? so good. i need jealous pouty aventurine. and honestly might be a bit ooc for ratio but i think heâd encourage it just to get under aventurineâs skin tbh.
up to you though, iâd love for you to write a lil drabble or something of the sorts expanding on this, whatever you have the imagination to write.
thatâs all~!
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cw: bf!aventurine, slight angst
âsuch lavish proposal. are you certain i am the person who should be hearing that?â
âabsolutely. youâre the perfect person i should be consulting about it.â
aventurine is not a jealous person. heâs confident in himself, you had praised him several times of how much of an amazing person he is. jealousy means thereâs a lack of trust between the two of you and aventurine doesnât like that idea at all. he thinks that trust is a significant factor when it comes to relationships. he doesnât keep secrets and even if he does, heâll eventually open up to you after some time.
aventurine is a quartz-based gem stone. a stone that brings good fortune and helps you create your own luck. itâs also green. the same green in the monsterâs eyes thatâs currently chomping down on aventurine. he canât help it! can he really blame himself when uneasiness swirls in his stomach after seeing you with dr. ratio?
out of everyone he gets jealous of, it just had to be him. veritas ratio. his good friend, veritas. the most logical man aventurine has ever known.
while aventurine is confident in himself, no doubt thereâs a part of him that feels inferior to the doctor. the man has radiant violet hair that compliments the tone and structure of his face. he also has a slightly muscular build compared to aventurineâs more slender one. thereâs a lot to compare and aventurine isnât sure if he can even list it all out.
his brows furrowed, eyes dulling as his thoughts consumed him at once. what proposal? whatâs that about? and perfect person? he doesnât understand. are you leaving him? can he really not make you stay? was it something he did? something he said? but he canât ask you those. because what if instead of an answer, heâll be greeted with a farewellâ
a flick on his forehead snapped him out of the daze. aventurine blinks back, now finding you in front of him.
âi was right. he was sulking.â he hears veritas quip.
ânot sulking. more of, in a daze.â your fingers thread through his soft locks, aventurine hums at the affection, absentmindedly leaning his cheek on your palm.
âyou give him too much credit. heâs probably wallowing in the sorrows of his mind for no apparent reason.â ratio snickers ever so quietly.
âor he could just be tired and sleep deprived.â
âor heâs jealous. he glares at me any longer, my skin will start withering and rotting.â for a doctor who has more than eight doctoral degrees, he can be quite the drama queen.
âgoodbye, doctor. thank you for your opinion, i shall greatly treasure your wise words.â veritas only shook his head before slipping out the door. once heâs left, all your attention shifts to your boyfriend.
aventurine lets you sit atop his lap, gloved hands instantly finding home on your hips. for a moment, you both stare at each other in complete silence.
âspit it out. whatâs wrong?â you spoke first.
aventurine sighs. âi didnât like seeing you with him.â for all his life, lying came easy. with his good looks and charming personality, making people believe whatever he says is childâs play. but aventurine can never lie to you. he doesnât have the heart to face you once youâve realized heâs fooled with your thoughts.
you raised a brow in amusement. âso you were jealous?â
âno. i donât get jealous.â he grumbles. âi just,â aventurine gazes at you with a fond look, an expression so serene and completely enamored. âiâm better looking than him, right?â
blood rushed to his cheeks when he felt your lips on his. his hold moved from your hips to your neck to deepen the kiss, left thumb caressing over your pulse. he chases your lips like an intoxicated man once you pulled away. only to be stopped by you leaning your forehead on his.
âthe best looking man in my life and in the whole universe. my most beloved, too.â
âyou flatter me.â he grins stupidly before pulling you in for another kiss.
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Pussy inspection with those two would be insane. Both of them just praising you at first before they would start teasing you for being so wet for them. And they would probably lose it if you tell them that it's always gonna be like that for them (if you haven't told them before already, that is). Definitely taking turns pounding you until you're just mindless and babbling.
You would definitely end up overstimulated by the end, but loving it. (And probably begging for more tbh).
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the way I read this with my legs crossed
tags: fem reader + pussy inspection + explicit smut
They have you flat on your back on the bed with your legs spread obscenely wide for them. Toji is perched on your left side and Shiu on your right and you can feel their stare even with your eyes closed.
Both men know all the ways to have you a mess for them and right now your pussy is gleaming under the bedroom light, your slick strung from each lip making a sticky mess they wanted to clean.
"Look at how wet she is; we haven't even touched her." Toji chuckled skating the tips of his fingers along your bare skin eliciting shivers that made Shiu chuckle as well watching you fall apart already.
Shiu leaned in to inhale your musk with a deep groan that made your eyes pop open as you stared at him, his honeyed eyes meeting yours before he looked at Toji. "I think she likes this, what about you?"
Toji watched Shiu for a moment then his finger as it drug through your wetness dragging it up to your pubic hair watching it glisten like dew on the grass after it rained. "I know she does, look at how giddy she is trying to hide her face like we don't know what it looks like."
You had slapped your hands over your face when Toji touched you pulling a soft squeak from you. "This is both your fault, I'm always a wet dripping mess for you two, and you know that." You huffed.
Shiu pulled your hands away to tease you some more, brushing his thumb across your cheek and watching as your lips parted for his fingers that depressed your tongue. "Ah, such a good girl for me."
His praise made you quiver as you glanced between him and Toji wondering what they were going to do when Toji leaned in to press a soft kiss to your clit before swirling and flicking his tongue over it.
After that Toji was the first one to have you tapping out before letting Shiu take over making you cry his name and leave a red trail of your nails scratching his back only for Toji to tease him as well over it.
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