#I kinda messed up the chin ngl

[impossible-rat-babies]

I miss their chin so much already ;—;

[ervotica]

Hi! Can you do one with Eris x rhysand daughter reader where they're mates, but in a secret relationship?? Maybe they're getting kinda hot on Eris's throne, but then Rhys & Feyre enter the room and they're discovered?

𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

pairing; high lord!eris vanserra x fem!reader

summary; being the high lord of the night court's daughter is feat unto itself. when combined with being the mate of the high lord of autumn, it becomes almost impossible to navigate. you've been keeping your mateship with eris under wraps for a year. on a visit to the autumn court, rhysand unwittingly walks in on the two of you, and all hell breaks loose.

warnings; smut themes (18+ only, as always), ANGST, rhys is very mean in this i'm sorry i made him the bad guy, family issues, eris is sexy and also the love of my life

word count; 2.2k

a/n; wow the daddy issues rly popped off w this one ngl. just to clarify, i really do love rhys with my whole entire heart but i had to villianise someone for the sake of the plot. so enjoy this mess.

The intensity with which Eris surveys you is searing.

Not a new development - of course - but no matter how many times those amber eyes rake the length of your body, the molten honey of them burning into a deep russet as his pupils engulf his irises, it sets your insides ablaze with need.

You're perched atop his throne, clad in a gown of deep red with slits that slip down to reveal your bare thighs as you cross one leg atop the other. You certainly look the part of the Autumn Court.

He wants to devour you whole.

Your thighs part just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the scant fabric that barely covers your dripping pussy, and you watch the way that his eyelids drop, gaze darkening to something primal as the scent of your arousal encases his senses.

"Sit back for me, fawn," he murmurs as he stalks up the steps that land at your feet. Your muscles seize in waiting as you suck your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress a coy smile. His palms slip beneath the silk of your dress, hiking the fabric further to reveal miles of bare skin that only he's privy to. You go soft like prey when thick fingers peel themselves from your skin to curl around your throat, a thumb pressing into the dip beneath your chin.

"Eris," you murmur. He coos, nipping at your earlobe.

"I know, my love. Needy little thing, aren't you."

Gods, you love it when he gets like this. The lust drives him mad–it's like he can't stop the dirty things that fall from his lips. Each word makes you wetter, has you squirming in your seat, begging for the sweet release you know he's bound to grant you– after he's had his way with you, of course.

His nose grazes at your cheekbone, breath hot against your prickling skin.

"Please," you whisper.

His grin is positively feline as his pointed canines protrude to scrape at the curve of your jaw. "All you had to do was ask."

And then his lips are slanting hungrily over your own, a palm curving around your waist to anchor your body to his own as he kisses the breath from your lungs. Your thighs part, granting him access to step between them and press himself flush to your chest; his fingers loop loosely around your wrist to guide your hand between his own legs. You gasp into his mouth and his tongue scrapes against the back of your teeth as you squeeze the hot, hard length of him, revelling in the way he ruts into your open palm. Your chest heaves as he growls lowly against your lips.

"This is what you do to me, fawn. I've wanted to rip this dress from your body and devour you since you stepped through the front doors."

You keen, head tipping back to bare your throat for him. Surrendering completely. Pleasure thrums through your veins when his lips trail down to latch against the soft skin you've exposed for him.

This male is your undoing.

His hand resumes creeping its way up your dress, the tip of his thumb pressing to your swollen clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. You moan softly, a sound that he swallows with his open mouth against yours and then chases, rubbing tight circles into the bundle of nerves until you're arching into his touch, lifting off of the throne to crush every inch of your body against his own.

His touch is dizzying, and you're so consumed by the feel of him against you that you almost don't hear the double doors to the throne room creak open. There's a bang as they fall shut behind the visitor, and it's loud enough to have you startling where you sit.

"I'm busy," Eris growls, his forehead still pressed to yours.

"This can't wait, I'm afraid," Rhys drawls. Your blood turns to ice in your veins, any and all arousal effectively dying as soon as your father's voice echoes against the stone walls.

"Oh, shit," you mumble. "We're going to actually die."

Eris pinches your chin between a thumb and forefinger affectionally, flooding the bond with as much warmth and encouragement as he can muster before his head turns, and you bury your face into the juncture of his neck in an effort to hide.

"If you'd be so kind as to escort the lady out, Eris." Rhys picks at the cuffs of his black jacket, brow quirking when neither of you make any effort to move.

"She's fine right here," he replies, clipped.

Your father's nose wrinkles in disdain as he strides for the steps, and your breath catches in your throat when he reaches the edge of the marble floor.

"What is this?" he asks, folding arms over his chest. "You really want your latest escapade present for this meeting?"

Eris' soft eyes harden, ablaze with a fury you've often seen but never been in the direct line of.

"You leave her out of this."

Rhys scoffs. "Don't tell me you've gone soft, High Lord." His tone is scathing, dripping with sarcastic venom.

Eris rises to the insult, shoulders squaring as he straightens to his full height. And it's then, and only then, that your father catches a glimpse of your stricken face, lips parted into a gasp as Eris stares him down.

You go still behind the High Lord of Autumn, pushing your body upright against the throne and willing yourself to simply sink into the chair and cease to exist. Of course, fate has never been in your favour.

"My daughter?" Rhys bellows. "You're fucking my daughter?" His voice bounces off of the stone that encases every inch of the room, and you wince as his violet eyes meet your own.

"It's not like that," you murmur; Eris is torn between focusing his attention on you or Rhys, even as you desperately try to soothe him through the bond as he did for you just minutes ago.

"What is it like then, baby?" Rhys condescends to you. "Don't tell me you love him, now." He spits the words with such hate that you're positive a slap would hurt less. "You are nothing to him, do you not understand that? He will use you and discard you and not think twice about it and I will be left to pick up the pieces because you are too fucking stupid to see that!"

You're sure that your heart ceases to beat when your father finishes speaking, becoming this cold, unmoving thing that weighs down your chest until you struggle for breath. Your father's chest heaves with a simmering rage that has always terrified you, and it makes your body coil tight with a silent sob; you continue to stare him down, eyes narrowed in an attempt to push the tears stinging your waterline back. Eris turns his back on Rhys then, surging forward to kiss the droplets away, smoothing the hair at the crown of your skull down.

"You are so cruel." is all you say.

"I'm telling you the truth," he spits. Your body snaps up at his words and you stand on shaking legs to plant yourself in front of Eris like a shield. The redhead settles his hands on your shoulders, his touch grounding as he directs his next words at Rhys, his voice like death incarnate.

"Apologise to my mate."

Your father blanches at the words, staggering back a step.

"Your what?"

"My mate," he repeats, voice quiet with the anger that coils tightly inside of him. The outrage at the way your own father deigns appropriate to speak to you. "Apologise to her. Now."

Rhys exhales, shuddering when he turns his gaze back to you.

"I expected better from you."

White-hot fire licks at your insides as you survey the disgust that curls your father's lip, the way his eyes flicker down to where Eris holds your emotions steady with his touch alone. You're overcome with the need to protect your mate, even if it means tearing your own flesh and blood apart with claws and teeth and poisoned words.

"You don't know the first fucking thing about him," you spit, willing your voice to stay steady. You won't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

"So tell me, sweetheart." Rhys doubles down.

"Why do you do this?" you sigh, some of the tension in your muscles loosing when Eris steps forward another inch to press his chest to your back, no doubt delivering a deathly stare over your head. "Every time I find something that makes me happy, you ruin it. He makes me happy. Why can't you see that?"

"I never thought you'd be this naive. I'm ashamed to call you my daughter."

You stumble backwards, willing yourself to stay upright even as Eris' hand grasps you by the waist and anchors you to him. You breathe, in and out, forcing the acrid air into your lungs even as you want nothing more than to lay on the floor beneath you and sob. He might as well have hit you.

"You've always been ashamed to call me your daughter," you hiss through gritted teeth. "I've never been enough for you, no matter how hard I trained or how much work I threw myself into, I was always the disappointment. And now I find someone that loves me, that supports me and wants me to be happy, and you want to rip that away, too? It's not fair!"

"That's not true," he says, though his stance falters. The mask slips and it bares the fear that lies underneath the cold exterior.

"That's enough." Eris' voice cuts through the stark silence like a blade. "You will apologise or you will leave, Rhysand."

He murmurs crooning apologies against your ear when you turn to tuck yourself into him, tears hot and fast against your cheeks that flare with heat in the wake of your admission. You feel as though you've been stripped bare before him, every vulnerability dragged to the surface against your best efforts to bury them. Your head tips back, glossy eyes meeting his and finding nothing but unbridled adoration in his gaze. He accepts you, scars and all.

"It's okay, fawn," he whispers. "It's okay. I love you."

You nod fervently, lashes drooping with the weight of your tears when he cradles your cheek and presses a kiss between your brows. His face rises to your father once more.

"If you'd like to keep your alliance with this court, you'd do well to apologise." His voice is rough and rasping with your pain but still leaves no room for argument. "(Y/N) is my mate, and soon she will be my wife and High Lady of Autumn. And I will not tolerate you speaking to her in this manner."

You steel yourself to turn and wobble down the steps to stand face-to-face with your father. You gaze up at him through tear-soaked lashes and the sight pulls at something uncomfortable inside of him. It's how you've looked at him for two hundred years– the longing in your eyes for him to accept you, the unyielding need for him to be proud. He never bothered to decipher what it meant. It's all too clear now.

"I will be leaving Velaris," you tell him, scrunching your nose in the same way your mother does when she's upset. It nearly sends him reeling. "If you never want to see me again, that is your decision to make. But my loyalty lies with my mate."

His lips part and then close as though he wants to say something. You internally plead for it. Say something, you think. Anything.

"I'm sorry that I disappointed you," you continue on despite his silence. "Everything I ever did was to make you proud and it wasn't enough. But I'm done ripping myself apart for your approval."

He watches your lips downturn into a frown, the crease that works its way into your brow the one he's been pressing kisses to and smoothing over for your entire life.

It's as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you pass the burden you've been carrying to him before you're striding back up those steps, more confident than he's ever seen you.

You walk into Eris' open arms and smile, your face resting comfortably in the hollow of his neck as you breathe him in.

You don't look back when Rhys walks out of the throne room, the heavy wooden doors thudding closed in his wake.

"I'm sorry, my love," Eris murmurs.

"I'm not." You tilt your head to watch him, bringing up a hand to trace the contours of his features. You drag lazy knuckles over the edge of his cheekbones. "I have you."

A smirk cracks your stoic features and he stifles an amused grin at the question he knows is coming.

"So, High Lady, huh?"

He rocks you in his arms, nuzzling his cheek against yours and marvelling at the way you so naturally fit together. His true mirror, his equal in every way. You preen happily at the contact.

"Anything for you."

"Anything?"

"Within reason, fawn," he chides. You roll your eyes playfully.

"I was merely going to suggest we should pick up where we left off, my dear." Your hand glides the length of his body, circling teasingly around his hardening cock before veering away. He grunts, head tipping forward to rest against your shoulder.

"How could I ever say no to that?"

[todorokies]

2:48pm - satoru gojo

contents: fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, teen!gojo or adult!gojo u can imagine whichever, found family trope, megumi & tsumiki are some vv young lads here (they’re like 8 & 9 years old), this is a kinda unserious ngl

a/n: the found family trope will always hold a special place in my heart

“what the hell are you doing?!”

the sight in front of you was absolutely distasteful, nothing could’ve prepared you for the horrors that displayed in the comfort of your own home. not even a trip to the ninth circle of hell could mentally equip you with strength to deal with this troublesome…mess.

satoru’s elongated body currently rests in a downward dog postion as his hands are occupied with his left being on a red circle and the right on a blue circle.

you would think the children that you left in his care would be participating in the child’s game of twister, but that was far from the truth as satoru’s hostages —megumi and tsumiki— sat criss-crossed off the game mat as they shared the same puzzled look with you.

“oh hey baby! we missed you- megs gimme a hand here and spin the wheel for me.” your mouth comically drops so fast you’d think you were in an episode of a cartoon.

with a deep scowl present on his face, the young megumi reluctantly shifts closer to the spinner giving it a weak twirl that eventually lands on ‘right foot, green.’ miraculously, satoru is able to cross his foot over on a green circle in a way that shouldn’t be considered humanly possible.

your boyfriend is gonna break a bone or two if you don’t stop this tomfoolery.

you crouch down to be face to face with him. “you do realize you’re supposed to be looking after the kids while i was gone…not traumatizing them, right?” he raises his head to look at you, “traumatizing them? nonsense! a good game of twister always builds character.”

“a good game of them watching you play alone will build character for them how exactly?”

“well obviously i couldn’t let them play. i wouldn’t want to risk toppling them over and letting them lose in a game that requires skill.”

with that, tsumiki and megumi gets up from their spots on the floor and make their way to the entryway to pick up the snacks you dropped in disarray upon arrival. “but you lost to both me and megumi before…i don’t know why he’s lying.”

ego bruised, he dramatically collapses on the twister mat, “you weren’t suppose to tell her that!” a genuine belly laugh escapes from your mouth, heading towards the couch to high-five the kids who just finished putting away the groceries and had two family sized potato chip bags in their laps.

“good job guys! next time record it on his phone for me.” they both nodded with enthusiasm.

satoru dramatically whines while planting his face in the palm of his hands while striding over to your dvd rack to choose a movie for the night. “cut me some slack, did you really expect me ruin the game for the kids?”

you quizzically contemplate your answer with a finger on your chin and satoru could practically see the sfx question mark above your head. “oh come onnnn!”

you then walk over to the now sulking white haired boy to delicately place both of your hands on his smooth face earning a groan from megumi combined with fake gagging sounds from tsumiki.

“if it makes you feel any better i think they secretly enjoy your antics. tsumiki told me about the tea party you guys had; with tiaras and everything yeah?” he slowly nodded unsure of what you’re trying to get at.

“and you bought megumi that nintendo ds he was subtly hinting for…my point is that they appreciate you so much even if they act like they don’t; i appreciate you.”

satoru’s whole demeanour does a turnaround. smiling gleefully at you as his dimples showcase in all of it’s glory. “i mean, yeah, they don’t wanna admit it to your face in case it’ll hurt your feelings…” his hand inches towards to your neck lightly ghosting above your velvety skin whilst slowly leaning in as his eyes flicker to your lips. “…but i think i’m their favourite parent.”

before his soft lips could capture yours two potato chips come flying in your direction as a sour expression sits upon tsumiki and megumi’s face. “ewww guys! remember we still need to pick something to watch.”

megumi huffs, “and can we not watch ice age for the millionth time i don’t care how much gojo likes that movie.”

reblogs & feedback is appreciated!! <3

[fairysluna]

Can you write smut prompt 21 with Jace please, it can be modern or not…thank you ❤️ with a hint of fluffs

i got a bit inspired with this one, it has 1k words, bc ngl i kinda love this trope w jace. Hope you like it, love!!🤍

TAGS - smut (+18 mdni), friends to friends w benefits, modern!jace

"Oh, fuck- baby, come here."

You felt him grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to stand up at the same time you used the back of your hand to clean the drool that had fallen down your chin, even reaching your neck. Jace brushed his thumb against your swollen lips and he bit his own at the sight of your soaked cheeks – caused by the tears. His dark, brown eyes were roaming down your face, you were able to find signs of sparkling illusion in them as they shined under the dim light of the room. He let out a small chuckle, almost as if he was still in disbelief. Suddenly, the way he was looking at you made you feel somehow exposed to him, like he was able to see through your eyes and into your thoughts; but it did not bother you at all.

His eyes scanned your body until they reached your breasts; your dress had been pulled down enough to set them free, and the traces of his saliva were still making your nipples glisten. His mouth waters once again, the urge to taste you succumbs his senses as he almost let out a soft hum of delight at the godly sight of you. He wanted to take his time to get to know your body; to tease your soft skin until it bristles under his touch, to let his lips and tongue taste the whole of you until the only word you would remember was his name, he wanted you to provide you with the pleasure you deserved… but time was not in your favor in that moment, and if he wanted to do something, he had to be quick. Soon they would start wondering where the hell you both were.

He kissed you, and it took you by surprise. Your mouth opens, giving him the permission to let his tongue wander around your mouth. The taste of liquor was present in both of you; those five shots of tequila had given you the courage to do what you were waiting to do for years. It gave Jace the courage to pull your dress up and move your panties to the side, exposing your swollen pearl that was already aching with the lack of attention. He grabbed his length, rubbing the tip against it, stealing a gasp from you that was silenced by his wet and desperate kisses. He hummed, feeling your arousal covering him as he let himself tease your folds slowly, in an almost torturing way.

Your back fell against the wall behind you, one of your legs being wrapped around his hip as the other was barely keeping you standing. A subtle movement of your hips was all he needed to know how needy you were for him, and he listened. Soon, he found his way inside of you, sinking in your tightness while spreading you open with a delicious stretch that made you whine out of pleasure. Jace hissed while he was slowly filling your dripping entrance, panting already as he never thought you would feel this good. His thousand dreams about you never prepare him for this.

Once you felt his pelvis pressing against your pearl, he gave you a minute to adjust to his size, though a few seconds were all you needed before you were greedily trying to move your hips to create the friction your body desperately wanted. You heard a raspy, breathy laugh which sent shivers down your spine, and in a matter of seconds he was pounding against your heated core, making you a moaning mess in such little time. It was embarrassing how easily you started to whine, but his thrusts, hard and deep, were making it impossible for you to hold your cries back.

His hands were grabbing your arse to keep you steady and control your movements, and his. You were able to hear his soft whimpers mixing with the muffled music in the background, and they did nothing but to increase the arousal between your thighs.

There was a point where Jace was unable to control himself anymore, and his movements became rougher, faster – almost animalistic. Your hands were pulling his thick, brown curls as your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and he was leaving dark marks in your soft skin. The sound of your bodies slapping with each other was all you could hear; an obscene sound that echoed in the small room and was blended with the soft pleas that were unconsciously escaping from your lips. "Please… please," you would murmur, hiccuping with each thrust, "fuck, baby, I'm so- oh, fuck… I'm so fucking close, please…"

Those small whines seemed to have caused something inside of Jace, for his cheeks flustered –probably at the pet name–, and his eyes darkened. You saw drops of sweat falling down his forehead; his free hand took the hem of his shirt to his mouth, where he held it between his teeth, giving you the perfect view of his abdomen contracting each time he would bury himself in you. It was too much for you; the sweet stretch his thickness would make you feel, how his pelvis rubbed against your pearl, the way he looked and the way he sounded.

The orgasm made you see stars behind your heavy eyelids. Your hips shaking as your legs trembled and your release gushed out of you. You let out a loud gasp, followed by cries and a notorious panting. Jace followed you, emptying himself and filling you up with his load. Three more thrusts was all he needed to feel spent and tired, and he let his face hide in your neck as he tried to regain the air he had lost.

You did the same, taking deep breaths and holding him tight as his fingertips were caressing the skin of your thighs.

"Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?" Jace asked out of the blue, making you laugh a bit too loud.

"I thought I was your best friend," you clarified, using a teasing tone. Jace left the spot in the crook of your neck and smiled at you before kissing you, this time more softly.

"You are my best friend…" he said between kisses, "my best friend with benefits, now I guess."

"Thank you for the promotion," you joked, and he brushes the tip of his nose with you.

He could not hold back the bright smile that appeared in his handsome, flushed face.

"Anytime."

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[rindough]

that first anon again: oh my god losing my religion by r.e.m. for boothill. this man is SO full of teenage angst, sitting in the corner of one of those old timey country bars all veiled in shadow looking at the person he has feelings for laughing and dancing in the crowd, completely mesmerised as he rests his chin on a hand with a focused expression, mouth slightly open, and absent-mindedly traces the rim of his glass with a finger from the other, almost without realising. You ain't slick, dude. Go talk to them.

God, I am so fucking normal about him.

OH YA i forgot to reply to a question from ur prev ask, sure! u can give me indie songs as well heheeee, and ngl i wasnt expecting this song but its one of my fav songs to vibe to!!!!

OKOK I GOT THE IDEA AND I FIND IT CUTE buttt i kinda put a twist to it if thats okay!

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so lets say you're a regular at this diner in town, you had your fair amount of visits here with your friends, your family, even alone. boothill has seen it all, but god at each time he tries to strike up a conversation with you, it either comes off awkward or him just flying off his seat from trying to 'smoothly' whoosh onto the stool.

he doesn't know what made him this... intrigued by your presence, why is it that everytime the door bell chimes, he glances by the door to see if it was you, the way your voice echo in the quiet diner, the way you spun around after you got your order and straight out the door you walked. he wants to know why and how has he suddenly had the balls to walk up to you, and just start some small talk.

unfortunately on his side, it got to the point where it only ends in 'hi's or 'i see's. he thought he could do it, he thought he could whoosh his way in n perhaps whoosh his way out out this diner with u tagging along. but look at where he is now, it's not that you don't get along, but with the way he looks into your eyes and stutter whatever he wants to say, fumbling over words and fall into silence while you wait, while you search his eyes, his body languages. Waiting for something more, as the man himself got you to become a nervous mess too.

but overtime, he gradually became standoffish, he no longer sits beside you at most of your visits, he doesn't look high up above the diner booth to check if its you (he observes from the window instead 🙄), he just waves, he just stands up to go at your presence, he just-

he no longer visits the diner.

in fear and perhaps shame, he and his cyborg body, you would prefer someone much more... human, right? what does it take for a cyborg like him to woo someone he fancies?

it's impossible, he thought. at this point, he'll just give up and not think about the thing people call, the thing he once dreamt of having, love. he'll just give up the act and focus on some... commission he has or whatever...

but does he really though?

"dude, since day 1, are you still gonna mess this right up?"

the voice behind him pulls him out of his trance, the spunk haired man stays put in his seat, the fold of his index rubbing his bottom lips while a thumb rests on his his sharp jawline. choosing to ignore the blond waiter by his side. the waiter throws his tablecloth aside.

"hello?" he snaps his fingers at him, earning a 'tsk' from the man.

"whaddaya want? can't ya see i'm busy?"

"busy doing what? staring at them from this corner of the bar? i know that look of yours, i saw what happened last time-"

"and what? what makes you think i stand a chance with them, best believe 'm gonna look after them from far away. they don't needa see me here, they don't gotta see me at all."

the waiter groans, as if the man in front of him is being blind or feigning ignorance to escape falling in love, to just... dwell in his insecurities. "bro, look at the way they look at you!"

boothill stays put, eyes blinking at your swaying form, your head shaking side to side at the music. the way you jump, throw your hands up, his mouth falls slightly ajar at the way you move. his throat runs a little dry at the way beauty could exist in many forms and at anytime, and this was one of the many times he had found beauty in you. he had found himself longing for you.

it's agonizing honestly.

both on your end and on his.

you're here swaying to the music from the speakers, mingling with other youngsters in your town, hoping that when you turn around to start talking, it'd be the one you've been looking for this whole time, the one whose clumsy way of flirting leaves you wanting more and more. the night was young and there's ample time for him to visit the diner, but... would he?

for him, he wishes he was the only one under your spotlight, the one making you laugh, oh how he loves the way your lips curl into a smile, the way your eyes twinkle.

if he was out there in the crowd with you, best believe he'll twirl and dip you down on the dancefloor and make you have the best night and dance of your whole life.

he turns his head sideways, looking at the blond. "what's with the way they look at me?"

then he turns back to observe you. maybe, just maybe, you would turn around at a certain degree and meet his yearning gaze. wondering if he can make you feel his presences by drilling holes into your skull.

"..." at this point he's defeated, he can't be bothered to explain all these lovey-dovey pre-dating crush nonsense to this sulking cowboy.

"y'kno mister, they've been looking for you every time when you're not around the diner. do i gotta explain more? do i gotta explain the 'where's boothill? have you seen him? has he visited today?'" he mocks, "ya wanna know what happened when i told them no every single time? they just left the diner- not ordering anything!"

the spunk haired man hums, now no longer focused on you, but instead, his back facing the crowd as he stares into the prepared drink before him, finger circling the rim of the glass as the complaints of the waiter goes unheard.

if what the man was saying is true, then... but... why? what made him special enough for you to promptly ask for him at every visit. and he bet it was every visit, since he's not even in the diner every day for months. so, why did he have to leave?

was it the fear of judgement?

was it fear of rejection?

or was it the fear of losing you?

so-

"so?" the waiter quirks an eyebrow, "what do you plan to do with that information-"

he can't back down now, the aftertaste of soulglad lingers the back of his mouth, he's walking, walking towards the crowd, thank god your back was facing him... otherwise he wouldn't be doing what he was doing now, otherwise he'd instantly run away again. and he does not plan to let you search for him again.

"hey." he whispers, smiling gently at the way you suck in your breath at the sight of him.

he never thought he'd feel his heart melt much more than before the moment your soft lips mellow into a smile, the twinkle of your eyes refreshing his past, yet brief memories with you.

"hi."

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[kortsitron]

Give him a ride

Pairing: Ramattra × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamic, dom! reader, sub! ramattra, reader's genitalia not specified, masturbation, watching porn, swearing, face riding, "hair" pulling, kinda fluffy, dick riding

Summary: Ramattra interrupted you while you were getting off and how he's paying you back for it.

Author’s Note: It was requested by Jenny on Archive Of Our Own. Basically Dom! Reader with Sub! Ramattra. Ngl I was kinda excited to write it so I hope it turns out well. I hope you're going to like it, Jenny! ^^

You couldn't remember how you got to the state you were currently in, and yet there you were. Middle of the night, the only source of light being your phone. Some porn was playing on it. You knew that you were going to wonder what you were watching, but it didn't matter at that very moment.

Your mind was clouded by lust. Quiet moans were escaping your lips as you touched yourself shamelessly. Your body was already covered in sweat and your cheeks were red. You were getting closer and closer to that sweet release. You could feel your thighs start to shake. Almost there. And where you were about to come…

There was knocking on your door. 

It surprised you and you completely lost focus. You cursed under your breath and got up from the bed. You put your phone down, not ever taking the time to at least turn the brightness down. You got frustrated so quickly, you wanted to yell at whoever just knocked on the door. You hoped it was something important, because of how thrown off the mood you were.

Before you opened the door, put on some oversize shirt and underwear. Then quickly fixed your hair.

You opened the door to see Ramattra. Before he could even greet you, you barked at him. "Do you fucking realize what time is it?!" You crossed your arm together, trying to calm down your breathing. 

"And what happened to you?" He asked, surprised by your reaction. Ramattra without a thought went inside and turned on the light in the living room. He took a look at you. He noticed your breathing, that you were blushing, that you looked like a mess. He decided to ask again. "What happened?"

"What happened?! I get that you enjoy spending time at my apartment, but I deserve to have some fucking privacy, Ramattra!" You exploded at him, he took a step back, wondering what you must have been doing that he interrupted that got you so angry. "Do you have anything to say?"

He was quiet. For it felt like he was quiet for years before speaking up again. "I do not, I'm… sorry."

You signed, you couldn't be angry at him. You were aware that he didn't interrupt you on purpose. And yet, you wanted him to pay back for what he had done. But you didn't know to say it out loud without making the situation weird.

"Is there anything I can do for you right now?" Opportunity was right before you and you couldn't help, but want to use it.

"Well… There's a thing you could do to make the situation right." You smirked at him and stepped closer to him. Your hand immediately on his arm, caressing it gently.

"And what is it?" He tilted his head curiously.

"Be a good boy and do what I want you and everything will be fine." You felt your confidence growing and the pleasant heat coming back to your legs. 

Without the said confidence, you wouldn't be able to ask Ramattra for such a thing. You knew who he was, what he did and what he was capable of. You knew you wouldn't be surprised if he wouldn't listen to you. To a human.

It seemed like eternity, but Ramattra finally answered. "Alright. I'll be good." His voice was low.

"On your knees." You told him without a second thought. He just nodded and did what he was told to. You chuckled and took off his scarf and took his scepter to put it on the nearest table. You came back to him slowly, grabbed him by the chin and made him look you into your eyes. "We will have so much fun, you know?"

"So it is real that humans get empty-headed when they are horny." He commented on how dominant you suddenly were. 

"Don't forget who's on their knees right now." You chuckled at him. You could tell he was waiting for your orders. It all felt like some twisted wet dream. "Why don't you help me take my clothes off, hmm?"

You suddenly felt his metallic hand on you, going up, helping you like was ordered to. A moan escaped your moan at the sensation, before you took your shirt off. "Take them all the way by yourself." You panted, crossing your arms. He grabbed your underwear and slowly started taking it off. You signed, clearly unhappy. "Don't tease me and do it faster. And keep looking at me. You'll have a better look at me soon."

If he could roll his eyes, he would. But he took your underwear off faster, keeping his eyes on you. "Good." You commented, taking your underwear and throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Now lay on the floor." You bit your lip at the thought of what was about to happen next.

"May I ask what you're planning to do?" He laid on the floor, seeing how in the meanwhile you got some lube. 

"You don't have a mouth, so I can ride your face properly, but I can grind on it." You felt your heart pound in your chest, excitement going through you. "Your face plate is so smooth I bet it's going to feel amazing." You sat down on his chest, covering his face with a tiny bit of lube, for better sensation. "Don't worry, I'll clean you right after. And don't worry, I know how to clean Omnics. "

"Alright." He watched you carefully as you were spreading lube across his face, before putting it down beside him.

"I could tell you to hold your breath, but unfortunately I can't." You chuckled, getting lube out of your hands. "Keep hands to yourself. If you do that, I might reward you for being so good for me." You finally informed him, before sitting on his face and letting out gasp at the feeling of his cold face plate touching your warm private parts.

Shiver went down your spine and you knew Ramattra felt it. Without wasting any more time, you started grinding on his face and it felt good. It felt better than you thought it would feel. His smooth face was perfect for riding. 

You couldn't help yourself and you threw your head back slightly, a loud but broken moan escaped your lips. You couldn't remember then last time, you felt this good.

Once again, your mind was getting clouded by lust. But this time, it felt way better than a moment ago. Your hands weren't able to give you this kind of sensation. But with every second, you wanted to touch yourself, to get to that gorgeous edge faster and come on Ramattra's face.

You were sure that by now he thought that humans were just shameless creatures that would do anything just for a release. But you didn't care. He could  think whatever he wanted, you were going to worry about that later.

You were clouded, that you didn't notice, when Ramattra started getting himself off and morning quietly under you. "Haha, are you sure humans are the only ones to be empty-headed when they're horny?" You wanted to laugh at him, but whines escaping your lips could let you do that.

You were so close, you just couldn't wait any longer. You started touching yourself with a very chaotic rhythm. Getting closer and closer, before you finally came on his face. You breathed heavily, before hearing him let out a groan under you, seeing hit the release as well.

"You're lucky I didn't say anything about masturbation." You bit your lip at the sight of him laying under you.

"You almost didn't notice that I was getting off." He laughed. "If you didn't turn around, you wouldn't notice until I was done."

"Brat." You shook your head at him, before fixing your hair and going for a towel to clean him up. "Sit up." You commanded when you came back to him. He sat up and you started cleaning him.

"Tell me - was riding my face, a little wet dream of yours?" You signed at that.

"Maybe." You smirked at him. "But you didn't act like you didn't enjoy yourself. I'm sure Omnics don't masturbate without a good reason, you dirty minded whore."

"Don't call me a whore. It's a better nickname for you."

"Don't talk back or might change my mind and not fuck you."

"O-oh." Ramattra, once again, was surprised. He thought you were done and you would tell him to leave. You could say that if he was a human, he would be blushing hard at that moment. 

"You like that idea?" You stood up, playing with the wires on his head that were supposed to imitate hair. He nodded. "You better do. And trust me, you'll be in heaven, Ramattra." You tugged his hair wires, making Ramattra let out a moan. "You are such whore." You giggled at him, before throwing the towel somewhere in the bathroom.

You came back to him, giving him a hand so he could stand up and go with you to your bedroom. You quickly turned off the light in the living room, before turning on some led light in the bedroom. "Lay on the bed, I'll get the lube." You told him, before leaving the room.

Ramattra laid on the bed, noticing your phone and grabbing it. He laughed at the sigh of what was playing on it. 

You came back to see him with your phone. "What?" You asked confused. 

"So I interrupted you while you were watching porn? Hah! Are you sure I should be called a dirty minded whore?" He chuckled, before turning your phone off and putting it down.

You shook your head at him, before sitting on the bed and opening the lube, pouring the liquid on your fingers. "I'll get a rope and try overstimulating you if you want to play like that."

"N-no. Maybe next time." 

"Then be good, like you promised earlier." He nodded. Ramattra was laying completely still when he watched you get on top of him, getting lube at your entrance.

His eyes were completely glued to you while you slowly sat on his cock. "Fuck." You cursed under breath, at how big he was. You whined, when he was fully inside of you. 

You slowly started going up and down on him, building up a steady peace that would satisfy you. It felt so good. His dick was hitting that sweet stop inside you everytime and it felt amazing. "You should've… should've interrupted me earlier. If I knew it would feel this good, I would started fucking with you much earlier." You could barely speak, you weren't riding him for long and you already felt overwhelmed with pleasure. 

You noticed that Ramattra was overwhelmed as well, but you wanted him to get in the moment with you. You grabbed him by the hair wires, pulling him to look at you. He groaned at that. "Keep looking at me. Or I will… I will stop." You knew that was a lie. It felt too good and you were not going to stop until you would reach your orgasm. 

Ramattra let out a breathy confirmation and your hand went to his metallic chest. It was getting warmer and warmer. "Don't explode on me here." Your mind wasn't working properly, so you couldn't focus on how many meanings that sentence had.

"Fuck, Ramattra!" You cried out, reaching your orgasm. Ramattra, again, was right behind you. He filled you up with warm fluid, making a shiver go down your spine.

He let out a breathy laugh before commenting on the whole situation. "I bet your neighbors know my name too well from now on."

"I don't think they know it well enough. One more round and they should know it for good."

[fangirlirl]

Devil in Disguise

Chapter: 2/8

Word count: 960

Pairing: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Rating: Mature (this chapter is kinda fluff ngl)

“I’ve got it from here, thanks” Matt unlocked his front door, he had heard someone in his apartment on his way up the stairs and didn’t want to get anyone else involved in the mess.

“I’m coming in, we haven’t finished the paperwork.” Foggy stated, he stood at the door.

“Really, I’ve got it. Just put the box on top” blocking his way.

He sighed “i don’t like this but If you insist, I’m gonna go home and sleep like a baby” he put the box of files on top of the one Matt was already holding.

“I appreciate the help”

“Make sure you’re not late tomorrow.” he turned and left, followed by the door being shut and locked. Matt dropped the boxes and his cane next to the door. He was prepared to receive a hit as he walked down the hallway towards the open space of his apartment. He could smell something spicy, he smelt it earlier but didn’t give it much importance while thinking that there was an intruder in his home.

“Hey” That unmistakable voice, Matt recognised him before they’d come face to face. Yet, he punched the man on his face, missing, causing him to jolt back. It was received too well. “I deserved that.” Frank stepped closer to him.

“You’ve been gone for months!” He yelled, gritted his teeth. Frank reached his hand out to him, placing it on his arm and traced down over Matt’s fingers and taking a hold of his hand.

“I’m sorry” Frank lifted their interlocked hands up, placing a kiss on Matt’s knuckles that hit his face. He smiled “You pack quite the punch.” He sounded proud.

“My dad…” He was mad at him and this wasn’t the time to unload trauma, but he wanted to tell him. “He was a boxer.” He didn’t need the reminder but things suddenly seemed bleak. Frank noticed the sudden change in his demeanour. He felt guilty for it.

Frank held Matt’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheek trying to comfort him. “He’d be proud of you.” He scanned his expression. He pressed a kiss on Matt’s temple, pulling him into an embrace. Matt’s shoulders relaxed after a few seconds.

“What’s that smell?” He turned his head towards the scent. He didn’t want to unravel the spiralling trauma right now.

“I made you dinner.” Matt leaned into the embrace, his arms holding onto the other.

“It smells great.” He leaned away and removed his glasses, the result of sleepless nights visible under his eyes.

Frank watched him, he held his chin with his thumb just under his lips. Frank waited a second for his reaction before pressing his lips on Matt’s. There was no response, Matt froze but didn’t reject. Frank kissed him a few more time before letting out a dry laugh. “Really mad at me huh?”

“I really want to punch you again.” Instead he grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him back but turned away just as quickly, walking away from him.

Frank was humoured, smiled even. “Ok, I’m game.” He moved towards the table he had set up earlier. “Let’s get through dinner first at least.” He pulled back a chair for Matt. He pressed a kiss onto his shoulder after he sat down. “It’s curry with rice.”

Matt started tasting the dish, Frank waited for an opinion. He didn’t usually care but he put in the effort to make this special. “This is… delicious” he took another bite, savouring the flavours. “I didn’t think you could even cook.”

“I’m definitely no chef” He dug in. “Glad you like it.”

After they finished up, Frank cleared up the table while Matt leaned next to the sink. “Why’re you really here?”

“To have that dinner we agreed on.” He put away the last plate, standing to face Matt. “You don’t want to believe that.” For just a second it became evident that the notion had hurt him. Matt was painfully aware of it but they both knew it was a lie.

“Let’s get some fresh air, I’ve heard the view is great on the roof at this time of night.”

Matt held onto his arm as they reached the top, they sat on the concrete block. Matt tuned out all the noise around him, he needed this moment away from the world. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing with the exhale. They sat in silence together for a few moments.

“Why’re you here?”

Frank leaned on the shorter man, placing and arm behind him. “You’re a lawyer, I thought you knew better than to ask that.”

“I’m not asking as a lawyer.” Matt sighed. He knew something big was going to tear the city apart if Frank Castle was involved. Just once he wanted a chance to prevent it.

Frank used his free hand to guide Matt’s face towards him. “Stay out of my way and you’ll be fine.” It may have sounded like a warning but that was in fact advice, because he cared just a little. He followed that up with a kiss to his temple. None of it was reassuring for Matt.

“You owe me.” He never wanted to say that but he knew what Frank was capable of, he needed a win. He placed a hand over the one on his face. He kissed him, holding it for a moment in hope to elicit some sympathy and asked again. “Tell me.”

“This isn’t about you.” Frank’s voice was gentle but Matt came to the realisation that he would not be getting any answers. Frank stood up, “Let’s get you back.” He took a second to take in the night, the city around him. “Someone lied to you about the view.”

[tokuteasings]

More Horny for Hiromi Hours afoot

(Sorry I am fixated on one man and one man alone)

*giggles at Pillow Princess Hiromi*

Tbh though... I kinda imagine Hiromi as being more passionate in bed?

I mean this guy doesn't do shit halfway, he's such an overachiever that he managed to climb up from dead last as a cadet to deputy commander of Fenix in what, ~10 years? And he had cooking lessons, did archery and got a pilot license on the side too? And his whole motto is "I'll [insert whatever here] with all my heart and soul"...

So I can't imagine he'd be any different with lovemaking. He's just gonna go all out and not hold anything back, and whoever's on the receiving end would surely be a blushing, stammering mess...

Also ngl, but whenever I see him dressed up in a suit, I can imagine his lover undressing him slowly and torturously until he just snaps, pushes them up the nearest surface and ravishes them 🤣

From his recent stage play, and yes they had him in 3 different suits for one show. He played Paris from Romeo and Juliet

From his photo book, with added hotness from glasses

Can you tell I've thought about this a lot lol

Dear FUCKING LORd

See the only reason I said Hiromin was a pillow princess was because I like topping people and it was a joke. But honestly...listen when I say Hiromi does love it when you take control it's this moment of vulnerability for him and ultimate trust.

He loves it when you lavish him with love and kisses and sure he could turn the tables but listen...the soft praise Hiromi purrs out as you kiss up and down his chest. He tells you how well you're doing, what you're doing to him, how good you make him feel. Soft yet rough fingers curling in your hair and whispers of, "Good job, love...you feel so good. I know you can do more, okay? I want more from you, my love. Go on, I can take it." Especially when you're riding him or he's taking you in any fashion. It's nothing but fucking praise from his lips and gentle kisses as he's pistoning into you and practically making you keel from overstim.

"Come on, my love, you can do this one more time right? Do it for me, okay? You're doing so well. You look so gorgeous...don't hide from me. I want to see all of you." and he's holding you down, a hand in hand and the other cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him - your new god, your new devotion.

But he looks at you the same way whenever he services you. It's these ravishing kisses and licks up and down your lower half and he isn't shy about it as he spreads your legs further and hooks them over his shoulders and goes to fucking town.

But suit Hiromi? Dear lord. Oh my god. He knows what this does to you, smirking as he leaves two little buttons...undone just to show off a glimpse of what you did to him last night...

Nearest closet...perhaps? Stat.

[dumbassofmyne]

Ight listen up

Today's class was boring as all hell as usual and I was fighting the urge to sleep and failing miserably.

At some point I just closed my eyes without realizing and was starting to fall asleep, so this classmate poked my arm to wake me up. So far so good.

Sometime later I was zoning out HARD and with my head low staring at a random classmates back. Since I use glasses and the lights were off, she thought I was dozing off again, so she Grabbed My Chin and Shook My Head to make me wake up, saying stuff like "Dude, stop dozing off".

I don't know why, but i kinda love how she handled me ngl. Something about how she cares enough about me to wake me up while still messing with me.

[yuujilogy]

dry humping headcanons - (itadori yūji/fushiguro megumi/gojō satoru)

REQUEST:  can you plith write dry humping the jjk characters jdhsjshsjdh i will literally die

| WARNINGS: dry humping, smut, explicit, fem reader, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,340

A/N: ngl i was looking forward to writing about this specific request omfg  anyway  😳!! if you want any other characters you can ask for them here!! i hope you ike it and enjoy!!! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ💕

Itadori Yuuji

Now hear me out.

Yuuji is needy.

Loud, fast, whiny, and overall such a mess !!

God, i just can’t stop thinking Yuuji would be so subby when you dry hump him let me have a moment here

He’s desperate and sloppy, his hands squeezing your hips with such force you knew you were going to bruise

He needed to get a grip. Literally

Just, holy shit, the way you were grinding against his hard cock through his boxers, wearing nothing but your underwear was just delicious

Yuuji could feel your already wet slick sliding along his shaft passing through the thin fabric, applying pressure in the tip of his cock

Fuck

His head would fall back as he closed his eyes, loud whines leaving his mouth as your hands made your way to his neck and shoulders

This only motivated you to go faster and harder, smirking down at him falling apart

Totally the kind of person who would jerk himself off shamelessly if you asked him to too btw

He would do anything for you

Yuuji would hold you tightly and dig his nail into your thighs every now and then, but never taking control of your movements during this moment

He wanted to be used until he made such a mess of himself, he didn’t care anymore

“Look at you,” you would whisper in his ear, licking his earlobe as he kept moaning uncontrollably “such a good boy for me.”

God, yes, keep calling him a good boy.

Yuuji was a big fan of praising and compliments from you, inside and outside of the room

His eyes would meet yours when he felt closer to the edge, gasping and groaning when your small hands wrapped around his neck again to squeeze softly

You know how I said he wouldn’t take control? Well he does when he’s about to cum though !

Groping your ass with his hands to control your movements, pressing you down against his cock harder and faster as he whimpered, looking to reach his sweet release

“F-Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum... Shit, shit! Cumming!”  

And creaming all over himself is what he would do

letting a loud cry of your name to then chant it like a prayer as hot spurts of his seed keep coming out

You kissed his lips oh so sweetly Yuuji felt he was in heaven when he was coming down from his high, the wet patch on his underwear making you feel sticky

“You did so good, Yuuji.”

Fushiguro Megumi

Mostly calm and quiet, however he likes to have more control over his movements and you

He is more into dry humping from behind

Even more when you were both cuddling in his bed, with your back pressed against his chest

Now, Megumi has good control over his lewdness but whenever you purposely pressed your ass against his crotch

God, help him.

He would bite his lip to hold back the deep groan from coming out thanks to the feeling of his cock positioning between your cheeks

You really loved teasing him till he lost his internal battle with his own lust

It’s not like you always succeeded though

Because Megumi would then snake and arm around your waist

He would cup your pussy with his hand to provide you with some friction at the same time he directed the way you grinded against him.

“So eager and desperate, it’s almost embarrassing” Megumi would whisper behind you, his voice a calm tone

Wouldn’t even bother to move his hips when he had you moving so willingly and needy

don’t mistake him though, it’s not like he was bored

This man would just enjoy the moment and save energy before really going at it

Since he’s behind you, Megumi loved the way he had easy access to your neck to kiss your sweet spot, making you moan louder

From time to time, he would look down, the sight of your ass caressing his hard cock through his pants encouraging him to hold your hips even tighter

He liked putting his fingers inside your mouth to muffle your sinful noises, loving the feeling of your warm tongue around them

If Megumi felt a little frisky, he would even turn you around, so you’d be laying on your stomach and position himself on top of you

Sometimes he would spank your ass if he felt frustrated or stressed

It was even better when you were both naked, the sight was even filthier as you whined underneath him

“Look who’s the one losing it now” he would mock with a hint of a smirk on his face, squeezing one of your ass cheeks

He was actually an ass kinda guy, to be honest, if he had to answer Todo’s question

But when he pressed his cock against your entrance before grinding his hips up and down over your slit... Damn

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the wetness of your core soaking his shaft just invited him to ruin you

As horny and aroused he was, he wasn’t much into cumming anywhere that wasn’t inside you (either your mouth or pussy)

So after a little while of his teasing, he would just slip inside you from behind, finally giving you both what you wanted

Gojo Satoru

This man likes what’s fun and risky, he has no fears

After all, he’s the strongest, right?

Satoru is also such a big tease at the wrong moments

So expect a lot of surprise touches when you meet each other in the hallways

Satoru would hug you from behind out of nowhere, resting his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist

Such a cute scene, right?

Well, sike!

This was his favourite tactic when he felt like rubbing his on growing hard cock against you in public with a high chance of getting caught

“You’re impossible, how are you always horny?” You would complain, biting your lip as his hand snaked under your shirt

“What can I say?” His slender fingers would ghost over your stomach “You’ve got me whipped”

Totally loved the way you’re smaller than him in height and he takes advantage of this

Because Satoru loves when he’s towering over you,

Almost feeling like he overpowered you which he did lol

So right now you were facing the wall of the empty classroom he pulled you in as he pressed his hips against you, hands gripping your sides

Even if he loved the small lewd whines and moans you let out, he loved even more when his large hand muffled every single sound you made

Depends on the place and situation, and also if he was feeling a little rough

It was even better if you were wearing a dress or a skirt, lifting it to reveal your underwear and have more direct contact with you

Satoru is the kind to go slow and almost lazy, as if he has all the time in the world

That would throw you into desperation and making you yearn for a good hard fuck

But Satoru knew better

He would take his time caressing the sides of your legs and squeezing your ass every time he pressed his cock harder between your folds

You would be helplessly trying to hold onto the flat surface of the wall as he smirked at your reactions

Don’t expect him to hold back only because you’re in a public space

He would increase his pace and roughness, kissing the nape of your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear

It’s always something about how you were so eager even when anyone could walk in

As if he wasn’t the one who started this with his hard cock inside his pants dry humping you

Satoru would love to fuck you right there and then but you made it clear that wasn’t happening

He respected it

So that same night in his office he made you his over and over again in every surface he could lay you on

[frieschan]

adult trio w/ half non-human s/o!

character/s featured: h. morow, c. lucilfer, i. zoldyck x f! reader (in order)

unrequested | headcanons//fluff-smut(ish)

TW: MINORS DNI!!!

AN: made this cause i was bored :D (i was in class bro 💀)

NOT BETA-READ 🐖|| NONE OF THE IMAGES BELONG TO ME

Hisoka Morow w/ a bunny girl (*￣3￣)╭

infinite teasing

he didn't have shame when he grabbed one of your ears

he always calls you "bunny girl" and even bought you the playboy fit

ngl you being in a bunny outfit while him in his usual is GOALS

showing you off like crazy

like we get it your girlfriend is a bunny 😶😶

with you being part rabbit, you had naturally strong legs yeah he made you suffocate him with your thighs

whenever he saw you fight with your legs, he started acting up n shiii

was trying his best not to move around too much while watching but DAMN

the way you just nonchalantly jumped up high and slammed the enemy into the ground with your toned legs?? watch out mirko (jk ily mommy)

was all too much for the clown

right after the battle had ended

hisoka was ALL OVER YOU.

ok but imagine hisoka pulling on your ears while youre SUCKIN HIM AWF

he kinda loves the fact that you look so innocent with the bunny ears but youre literally his cock sleeve that he loves

he got you multiple styles of a playboy bunny outfit

got him having a thing for thighs

lowkey wants you to step on him and ride him with your thick thighs

dom bunny reader? maybe.

"my little bunny, you were teasing me with that strength you showed in that battle, weren't you?" Hisoka smirked while placing you on the counter top and licking his lips, staring into your orbs.

Raising an eyebrow at the man in front of you, you crossed your arms and legs and stared intently into those golds of his. "what are you accusing me of?"

"those lips of yours are lying, bunny." he pointed out while putting his thumb on your chin, forcing you to stare at his golden irises. "Maybe I need to teach you how to not spit out lies to someone like me."

Chrollo Lucilfer w/ a female succubus (^^ゞ

no one can tell me otherwise that he wouldn't be interested in satanism or sum

He heard about succubuses but never really learned about them till he met you

suddenly his books are about succubuses

legit thought they didn't exist tho </3

but now he has you so uhm

he loves touching your horns! especially when you're sucking him off

he thinks your abilities as a succubus are really interesting!

he won't treat you any differently if he had a human s/o though

he likes it whenever you fly beside him, makes it easier for him to check on you when the both of you are out

so yk how he sits on that one rock at the top

yeah he has you on one of his legs and you two look like the best evil power couple

istg it looks like youre the succubus that made him a priest gone wrong 😭😭

but like he loves it

its like you tempted him into sinning and he doesnt regret it

k time for nsfw fo0r the thirsty hoes LMAO IM JKING

MIRROR SEX.

he wants to see your face contort into a lewd look while he ruins you and your horns top it off

whenever he bends you over, he makes sure to pull on your wings while ramming into you

so romantic

he feels like hes sinning when he goes down on you and he lives for it

if he feels like being slow and sensual, he'll rub your wings very slowly and gently

either way, youre gonna end up as a panting mess <3 no escaping it

The only thing that was audible in the bedroom was the skin slapping and your little mewls. You were panting and overstimulated from Chrollo's cock ramming into you for hours.

Your legs were shaking and dripping with your juices—your arms gripping the sheets below you as some sort of reliever from all the pleasure. It felt like you were going to go crazy from the overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure.

Just as your arms were about to give out, you could feel Chrollo tugging on your wings, earning a loud whine from you.

The moment that he heard your reaction, the intended time would be extended a bit.

Illumi Zoldyck w/ a neko girl (ง •_•)ง

with Silva's eyes I really think that the Zoldyck family members are into cats 🙂

so when Illumi met you he was originally just going to not care.. 💔

till he saw your neko features

listen

he kinda acted up : )

but then he thought you were weak so ig no chance

but tHEEEN HE SAW YOUR FIGHT

(im so sorry for the buts)

k so hes hooked

when u guys started dating you liked to lay on his lap while he scratched the back of your ears

he kinda does treat you like a house cat

HE ACCIDENTALY BABIES YOU.

and also his family loves your cat features and you in general

killua alluka and kalluto cling to you whenever they can

milluki almost got sentenced to death by illumi when he tried to get you to cosplay one of his fav chars tho </3

illumi kinda got a bit possessive after that

aka giving you a collar with his name on it

he kinda gets off to you being so vulnerable towards him when hes on top

your tail curlin n shiiii

yeah you got rammed

You felt so naked and vulnerable to the man in front of you. Your collar signifying that you were his property and only his. He was your master and your beloved.

He slowly got on top of you, curling your tail around his leg. You were excited but nervous with what he had in store—your thoughts being cut off by him smashing his lips into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You couldn't help but mewl at how rough he was being. You couldn't help but fantasize on what was going to happen.

copyright © 2021 | frieschan

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[avid-idiot]

My one and only

CW: Pro-volleyball player!Atsumu x reader (fem pet name like 'my girl' used), nothing else too major except possible mistakes and my sickly simping...

To say that people were freaking out was an understatement.

Shared onto his story was your most recent post, coupled with a pair of red hearts that Atsumu had added alongside. However, it wasn't your photo that had people gasping. It was the shiny, silver band that could be seen as you innocently tucked your hair behind your ear that shocked everyone, especially since it was only your first appearance on his page.

Soon enough, his phone began to buzz non-stop. Notifications about people responding to his story, and a few less than friendly messages from his PR manager gave him enough reason to toss his phone to the side and turn towards you.

You, the love of his life and suspected soon-to-be spouse, who was standing in the kitchen sipping your cup of tea and scrolling through your notifications, no doubt seeing what his fans have to say about the not-so-new person in his life.

User6969_420 commented on your post: Uhm...who are you and why are you marrying my husband?

Atsumu_me4Life commented on your post: Ngl, kinda feel betrayed but you're pretty so I'll let it slide...

3 missed calls from PR Prissy <3. 'Please call me when you get this, it's important.'

"I thought ya didn't care about what others thought of ya," he said behind you. Looping his arms around your middle, he rested his chin on your shoulder, acting as a blanket of warmth that partially distracted you from your screen.

"I don't. Doesn't mean I can't still read about it though. It's crazy how the one day I decide to wear a ring everyone thinks I'm married." You look up to see Atsumu grinning at you. He has that glint in his eyes that tells you he's up to no good.

"Well...maybe you could be. Just for a little, at least."

"What are you up to, Miya?"

"Don't call me that. That's not ma name," he whined. "And I'm not up to anything, I'm just trying to enjoy my honeymoon with ma so-called wife while I still can. Besides, it could be good practise for when do get married."

"When?" You think you feel your heart do a flip in your chest. For the past year, you guys had never mentioned anything as concrete as marriage so you can't help the warmth that spreads through your face. "You trying to marry me or something?"

By now, you've turned to face him completely, resting your hands on his chest and surely enough...you can feel it thumping against your hand.

"Depends. Ya willing to?" The shake in his voice catches even him off guard but you seem to ignore it when you pull him down enough to press your foreheads together.

Tempted to give in, you glance back at the three missed calls from his manager. Amusing as it was teasing him, you think the poor man is busy enough trying to diffuse your guys' mess.

"As fun as that sounds, we can't do that, Tsumu. Prissy'd kill us if we did that."

A long groan is pulled from him before he extracts himself from your arms, reaching for his phone with one last hopeful glance towards you.

"Now, Miya," you warned, crossing your arms.

Typing away at his screen, you were quickly made aware of an addition to The.Better.Twin's story, tapping on it to see what he wrote.

'A little confusion, guys. Not married yet so you may still have a chance ;)' You rolled your eyes at that. 'She does have nearly a year on you guys so you may want to catch up before I actually put a ring on her...' You chuckled, that time.

"So, good enough to get Prissy off our backs?"

"For now, yes. But I think you should call him back just in case," you say as you make your way towards him.

He opens his arms and suddenly you're engulfed in his warmth, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Really, you were trying to hide your goofy smile that appeared when you viewed his story, but his heart was hammering hard enough to make you look up at him, confused and slightly worried.

"You alright, Tsum?"

"Yea, don't worry 'bout me," responded Atsumu with a small grin. The mischief had disappeared from his eyes, but he still looked as if he was in his own head.

What you didn't know was that he was thinking of the very moment where the rushed little story highlight he made on his page wouldn't have to be a silly allusion to his plans, but a proper start to his time with his One And Only Wifey <3

A/n: Apparently Atsumu is here to stay so here it is... The first fluffy piece of my blog :)

[effeminateboyninja]

♡ dating team Guy hcs ♡

Neji

he notices the way you look at him and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. feelings? romantic ones?? he is confusion.

it takes him a while to accept it, but once he does he’s an adorable mess, unsure of himself for one of the rare times in his life

Neji is a romantic, and he wants your relationship to be storybook perfect right from the beginning

so when he asks you out he plans the whole thing, it’s an intimate moment with just the two of you underneath the cherry blossoms and he says it so sweetly

“be mine, (y/n)?”

from that moment on it’s just bliss. he’s a private lover and prefers to take you on dates away from the public eye where he can let himself be gentle with you

pls no pda! it’s not that he’s ashamed of you, he just thinks intimacy is meant to be shared between you two, and you two alone

when you’re alone though, he’s always touching you affectionately. brushing your hair behind your ear or absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand

writes poetry for you!! and reads it with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his long hair absentmindedly

the first time he kisses you you’re shocked because it happens it public :o

Kiba is teasing you two about being so awkward and he’s had enough, so he just leans forward and plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you a blushing mess as he turned to the Inuzuka boy with a smirk

Tenten

Get so adorably flustered and blushy when you’re around, Lee is constantly teasing her about it

“Shut. Up.” she says through gritted, punching him on the shoulder before turning to you to flash that nervous smile that made you weak

then one night you’re walking home together from training like you often did, just joking and laughing lightheartedly and she just looks so pretty you can’t stop yourself

you ask her to be your girlfriend, and her little apple cheeks turn bright red and she looks away shyly, but you can hear her whisper, “yes”

you guys spend all your free time together between training sessions to meet up for a quick date at Yakinuki Q’s or just take a walk

she’s always pushing you to better yourself and you love her for it

one night you give her one of your jackets to walk home in and you never got it back... you definitely didn’t mind though

little spoon! she just feels so safe and comforted wrapped in your arms

acts of service is definitely her love language, she’s always doing small tasks like getting your clothes ready for you in the morning or packing you a boxed lunch

your first kiss happens unexpectedly. you two are helping each other train and you’ve got each other in a checkmate, kunais poised skillfully against one another in front of your faces

and she just drops her weapon, using your moment of confusion to lean in and pull to your lips to hers tenderly

Lee

okay we already know this man is a 10/10 catch, he would do anything for you

asks you out the first time you meet, and you’re like ??? who are you??

but he’s persistent, and you can’t help but admit he’s sweet (and incredibly cute), so eventually you relent and it’s the best decision you ever make

let’s you plan all the dates, he just wants to spend time with you doing something that makes you happy

king of pet names. “flower”, “sweetheart”, “my beautiful love”, anything that will make you blush

so protective of you, but not in an overbearing way?? he knows you can take care of yourself

literally always talking about you to other people! he just thinks you’re neat okay?

always there to support you when you’re down. he knows just how to cheer you up with that signature smile and thumbs up

sometimes you’ll just catch him staring at you while you go about your day with this absolutely love struck expression and it melts your heart

almost has a heart attack after your first kiss. you lean back and open your eyes and his face is beet red, his adorable wide eyes staring at you in awe

“Can we please do that again?!”

Guy

pulls a lot of dorky stunts to impress you and you’re ngl... they kinda work? finally one day you’re like “you’ve already won me over, you don’t need to keep trying”

but he never stops trying to impress you. it’ll be five years down the line and this man is still treating it like your honeymoon phase

will show you off to everyone, loves walking through the village with you on his arm

fun, high energy dates where you two can let loose. he suggested skydiving once and that’s where you drew the line

always asks you to be his workout partner. but don’t worry, you don’t need to do anything, just sit on his back while he does pushups

and I mean that’s fine bc ✨muscles✨

one time you come out in his jumpsuit as a joke and expect him to laugh, instead he looks at you like you just put the stars in the sky

“flower, you are truly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on”

he’s a big spoon. his favourite way to fall asleep is with you in his arms

the first time he kisses you it’s sweet and soft, he gently lifts your chin and brings his lips to yours

[bgyuus]

chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing. 

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*) 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go? 

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him. 

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. 

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy. 

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present! 

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise. 

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?” 

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3 

[frenchfrywrites]

Combining two asks you got!!

Milf mc pegging our resident milf lovers (also thinking lucifer and Beel would like milfs??) while they’re sick. Mc doesn’t have to worry about getting too hot cause it’s a strap so they can lovingly pound into their sick baby as much as they want!

Levi would be a sniffly little mess while getting fucked, all hot and muddy headed from his fever but he’s too tired to degrade himself for how gross he must be (mortified if you help him blow his nose into a tissue while you’re still in him!)

Simeon wants to be hugged through it all, whimpering against your shoulder and cooling his forehead on your shoulder. Would ride you if his head didn’t hurt when he moved :(

Belphie’s playing up his sickness, whining and writhing and reaching for you to make him feel better. Still wants to be fucked quick and hard tho! Some things never change…

But also Lucifer feeling so bad for being sick and worried about getting you sick because his poor brain still doesn’t understand you can’t catch demon illnesses. Wants to warm you while sitting in your lap ♡

Beel just wants to be a good girl for mommy! He wants to make sure you’re pleased but his head hurts and he feels so stuffy and bad that he can’t :( he feels so bad about it but you just rub his head soothingly while you fuck into him and make him feel all better ♡

SCREAM!!!! helping levi blow his nose while fucking him is too cute. And yeah I think half of him would be mortified but honestly I think he'd be infatuated with the care you give him while he's sick. Maybe if he has a sore throat you'd fuck him with a cough drop in his mouth, real slow and hard with your strokes so he doesn't choke. But he's begging you to go faster, voice horse and scratchy.

Simeon, unlike Lucifer, would be hyper-aware of the fact that you wouldn't catch his sickness so he's clinging onto you maybe even more than usual. With some painkillers his headache disappears so he slowly, shakily, fucks himself on your strap. He needs a lot of help though.

Belphie would ABSOLUTELY play up his sickness. He becomes a mega pillow princess during all of it too. I do think he'd fall asleep while you're fucking him, which is kinda infuriating but also kinda cute.

Lmao Lucifer would at first banish you from his room so you don't see him vulnerable, and so you don't get sick as well, but when his fever hits hard he's sending you these barely coherent sexts, begging you to come make him feel better ;)

Aw and poor baby Beel, you might actually need to threaten punishment because he's trying to do too much for you while sick. You have to remind him multiple times to just lay back and let you fuck him like the good girl he is. He'd be whining about wanting to be pretty for you, so you have to dress him up a little, putting on some soft knee highs and a comfy bra so he'll finally relax and let you take care of him.

ngl I also think Dia would like milfs.. but jfc I think it'd be a feat to fuck him while he's sick. He would be completely clear headed one second, then the next he's got a headache and he's puking and sweating like a motherfucker. You have to keep a wet rag next to you while fucking him so you can clean the vomit from his chin or wipe down his brow while you fuck the fever out of him.

[niksfics]

↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

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You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

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You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”