#I really want to just stuff my face and pass out

[valleydoli]

𝜗𝜚 Only You 𝜗𝜚

Cw 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist…

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𝜗𝜚 WC: 3k

Luckily for Sukuna, his extremely compliant twin agreed to let him pick up his son from school, but the weekend couldn’t have been any slower for Sukuna.

Anything he did to occupy himself and keep you from creeping your way into his mind was a dud. He’s starting to think you’ve put some sort of spell on him. A minute couldn’t pass without you running through his twisted mind.

Any second he had to himself, he would spend it scrolling through your Instagram, saving some, if not all, pictures you’ve posted into a folder he has already made specially for you. Lucky for him, you post a lot, a bit too much. He doesn’t like that, you can't do that when you’re finally his. You just seem too… open.

Too trusting.

Too naïve.

See, you’ve tagged your apartment complex as a location, and you’re wearing a shirt with your work logo in another one of your posts. Your profiles are public for God's sake.

You’re incredibly naive.

You don’t know half of the disgusting, evil men out there. But it’s fine, he’s here now. Sukuna will always be there to keep you safe. He’s your protector. He’s your saviour. He was put on this earth for the sole purpose of protecting you, his angel.

You are his angel.

“What’re you doing to me?” Sukuna whispers to himself. He’s never felt this way before. He's never had someone occupy his mind to this extent. He’s never wanted to be with a woman like this. He doesn’t do relationships, as cliche as it sounds, but he would have rather been alone for the rest of his life. He's never wanted to have a girlfriend by his side, to hold, to kiss, to love, to protect. But with you, it’s different, you’ve changed him for the better. He needs you, and you need him.

You need each other.

*Ping*

‘I’ve found some stuff on the girl…’ Toji messages

Sukuna sighs heavily. Toji really tests his damn patience.

‘Like what, Toji? Don’t beat around the bush.’

‘My bad…’

‘She’s studying Art at university, in her 2nd year, and umm, she’s also a teacher at Megumi's preschool. Yano with your nephew… probably should have mentioned that, huh?’

What. The fuck. Jin AND Toji knew who you were before him?!

‘Toji, don’t piss me off. I told you her name, you don’t know her fucking name?’

‘I’m sorry, I dont know her fucking name. They just call her Miss Fluttershy or somethin, from that kids' show? My little horse? I think she mentioned her name before, I just forgot…’

‘You’re so fucking useless sometimes.’ Sukuna runs his large hand down his face.

My God. Yuji talks about you every fucking day. You gave him those stupid colouring books.

“Miss Fluttershy.”

The kids’ just as obsessed with you as he is.

‘Do you know what days she’s working?’

‘Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays’

‘Perfect.’

~~~

As Monday finally rolls by, Sukuna couldn’t be more thrilled to see you again. There hasn’t been a second since he met you that he hasn’t thought about you. What will you wear? A dress? It’s quite warm today. What perfume will you use? Do you have a favourite? How will you style your hair? In a bun? No, a ponytail!

His body is practically buzzing with excitement just to see your face again.

To smell you.

To hear your voice…

The way you say his name... It’s been echoing through his mind.

So soft and delicate.

What would you sound like yelling his name? What would you sound like moaning his name, while he slid his thick inches into your tight walls.

“Fuck…” he sighs, as he rubs against his growing member—

No.

Stop.

It’s almost 14:00, he’s got 30 minutes until he needs to pick up Yuji, (and meet the love of his life again,) and he looks a fucking mess. Hair disheveled, five o’clock shadow. He looks nasty. It’s not good enough for him. It’s not good enough for you.

Sukuna finally pulls himself out of bed, throwing on a wife-beater, a grey tracksuit and shaving his five o’clock shadow.

Great. Presentable.

15 minutes.

15 minutes until he sees you again.

~~~

“Come on, Yuji, honey, your daddy’s here.”

“No, it’s not my Papa, it’s Uncle,” the pink-haired boy says as he grasps onto your hand.

Oh, the mysterious brother Jin always speaks about, and the Uncle little Yuji admires.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet him! I’m sure he’s just as lovely as you.”

“No, he’s a big meanie,” The young boy deadpans.

Oh…

As you turn the corner with little Yuji trailing by your side, you’re faced with someone you didn’t expect to see at your place of work.

Sukuna.

How does he know where you work— wait. Is he here for Yuji? He’s Jin’s brother? The brother Jin and Yuji mentioned countless times?

There you are, and you look so beautiful. He was right, you’re wearing a dress. A floral dress. How adorable. He just wants to dress you up like the doll you are— wait.

You’re flustered. Why are you flustered? Aren’t you happy to see him? Did he do something wrong?

“Sukuna? You’re Yuji's uncle?” You inquired, “Wow… Come to think of it, you guys look so much alike. I should have noticed the moment I looked at you, huh?”

You begin to chuckle to yourself

“Actually, I think Jin and Yuji are happier looking than you.”

“He’s always angry, Miss Flutter,” Yuji chimes in.

He’s holding your hand why is he still holding your fucki—

No, he’s not about to be jealous of his 4-year-old nephew, no way.

Control yourself.

“Mhm, that little brat is my nephew.”

“I’m not a brat!” Yuji calls out

“You’re right, sweetheart, you’re the cutest one here, but don’t tell anyone I said that, okay? It’s our little secret.”

He vigorously nods his head, “Mhm, I promise!”

You’re good with kids, you’re so good with kids. You don’t understand how attractive that makes you. Oh, how desperately he wants to make you a mother. A mother to his kids, his twin—

“Suku, can Miss Flutter get ice cream with us?” He hears his nephew say.

Oh my God.

Yuji, you fucking genius.

“He’s right, you should come, it’s by my place, ‘Kaspas.’ I can take you home afterwards?”

Say yes.

“I do love that place, but I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Angel, there wouldn’t even be a point in Sukuna's miserable life where you could intrude. Ever. If he could keep you by his side forever. He would.

“You could never intrude. Come on, my treat before our date.” He smirks as he desperately tries to convinces you to get ice cream with him… and Yuji.

Just fucking say yes. Do you not want to be around him?

“Hmm… okay fine, I’ll come along. Let me get my stuff quickly.”

Thank fuck.

Sukuna lets out a relieved sigh. You’re difficult. Is that normal for you? If it is, he's got to correct it. He can't have a disobedient girl by his side.

No way.

Again, Yuji pulls him out of his thoughts, “Suku, do you like Miss Flutter?” The young boy asks as he looks up at his uncle.

Sukuna chuckles and leans down to the boy’s ear and whispers,

“Don’t be a nosy brat.”

~~~

As you make your way to the car park, with Yuji still grasping onto your hand, you come into sight with Sukuna's car, an extremely expensive car. What the hell does he do for a living?

“Detective,” He answers back.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking out loud. I’m a detective,” he admits.

“Woah, it pays well clearly,” you say as he opens the car door for you.

“Aren’t you a gentleman?”

“Just for you, angel,” he winks.

You’ve been watching him drive for the past five minutes. You can’t help but stare. He’s so beautiful. He and Jin hardly look alike as twins. Don’t get it twisted, Jin is just as attractive as his brother, but there’s something so ethereal about Sukuna's features. Almost as if he’s not a real person. Does he have any flaws? He was perfectly sculpted by the gods themselves. His arms are… massive, he clearly spends a lot of his time in the gym. His nose… is so… rideable. My goodness, how did you get this guy to approach you?

“You’re staring, angel, you like what you see?” Sukuna questions, as he cocks his brow.

“Yes, I actually do.” You shyly replied

“Well, we don’t live far from each other, you’re more than welcome to see me more.”

“I know I’m just��� I’m really busy, as much as I’d like to see you, I need to focus on school and work…”

Sukuna wants to be mad, but you’re such a good fucking girl. You should focus on your studies, yes, but what about him? His focus is on you right now, so why isn’t yours on him?

Bullshit

“But, maybe we could have dinner tonight?” You innocently ask.

“I’m making lasagna, do you like it?”

“I love it, Miss Flutter!” Yuji chimes from the backseat

Honestly, Sukuna forgot Yuji was here.

Sukuna sternly looks at the boy through his rearview mirror. “No, you’re going home after this, brat.” He asserts.

“Hmph,” you hear from the sulking child, as he crosses his arms and pouts his lips.

“I’ll love whatever you’re making,” He grins.

“You might be my biggest fan behind Yuji, Sukuna. You’re not gonna start stalking me, are you?”

Sukuna grin falters

“‘Course not, I’m a normal guy. I promise.”

Liar.

~~~

The three of you arrive at the dessert parlour, 20 minutes later. It’s understandably packed since it’s a warm day. You find a table in the corner of the shop, giving Yuji the seat by the window, and Sukuna sitting opposite you.

“Hi, what can I get you guys today?”

“Cookies and cream!” Yuji yells at the server

“And for you, pretty?”

Sukuna's eyes darken and snap towards the boy. The fuck did he say?

You giggle.

You fucking giggled.

You think that pathetic attempt at flirting is cute?

“Vanilla ice cream, please, and some cookie dough.”

“And for you?” the guy mutters at Sukuna.

Sukuna side-eyes the server and mumbles a quick “nothing.”

The audacity this kid has to speak to you like that and you like it?!

“Sukuna, are you okay? You don’t want anything?”

“I'm not big on sweet things,” he comments bluntly.

“Oh-kayy, it’ll be about five minutes.” He finally walks away.

That little shit. Who the fuck does he think he is. And why the fuck are you feeding into his bullshit?

“What a creep,” he hears you say.

“I swear, everytime i come here he does that shit, it’s boring.”

“Does he bother you?”

“Every damn time. I just pretend I’m into it now, he was way creepier before,” you pout as you look out the window.

Sukunas lips twitch into a smirk.

Angel, you're never seeing that piece of shit again after today. Don't worry your pretty little head.

He’ll protect you.

“Why don’t we take it to go? And I’ll take you and the kid home before dinner,” Sukuna proposes.

“Yeah, I’d like tha—“ you begin to say but that dumbass server cuts you off.

“Here are your orders. And this is for you,” he winks at you before walking away.

It’s his number.

“Well, I guess he’s feeling confident today, huh?” You awkwardly say.

“Come on, Yuji, let’s go,” you say as you grab his smaller hand in yours to leave. You make sure not to pick up the tissue with the server's number on it and make your way to Sukuna's car. But don’t worry, Sukuna definitely made sure to pick up the tissue and stuff it in the pocket of his joggers.

“How about you take Yuji back without me, and I get started on dinner? I'll text you my address,” you say, but you don’t give Sukuna the chance to answer back, you’re already walking away.

“Bye, Yuji!” You wave.

Sukuna hates to see you go but fuck, he loves to watch you leave. How long until he gets a hold of you, really? How long until he can see you every second of every day? Really, how long? What if he kept watch of you—no, that's too much… is it though? He’d be able to keep an eye on you from afar, for now at least. It's not too much if it's keeping you safe.

“C'mon, kid, let’s go.”

~~~

You've never cooked for a guy before. I mean, you've cooked for Satoru before, but he's not a guy, he's… Satoru. Satoru, who lives down the hall, Satoru. You know? You wonder if he and Sukuna will get along if you both continue seeing each other.

You've texted Sukuna your address, so he should arrive soon. Luckily, you're prepared to have guests today, your apartment is spotless, well besides your bedroom but he won’t see that. Fuck you’re nervous, over some guy? But he's not just some guy. You've known his brother, his twin brother, for over a year now. This is insane.

Finally, you hear a knock at your door. He’s here. Gosh, are your palms sweating right now?

Calm down, you’ve got this. The food looks good, and you look good. Everything's going to be just fine. Now just open the door.

Once you swing your door, you’re faced with the biggest assortment of flowers. Peonies, roses.

You're in awe.

“Sukuna… these flowers… they’re my favourtie.”

You tweeted that they were your favourite flowers in 2018… Yes, he scrolled that deep into your socials.

“Gosh, they're so beautiful, thank you. I don't know where to put them. Come in quick before the food gets cold.” You say as you hurry excitedly to your kitchen.

Your apartment's cute.

Cosy, for a girl like you.

Sukuna bets you’d feel cosier in his apartment. You’d have so much more space for your books, your pretty shoes, your dresses. You’d feel at home. Home is wherever he is. You need to live with him. You need his protection. But for now he can just watch you. How? He has 4 mini cameras stuffed in his pockets he's planning on hiding around your apartment. There’s already one outside your door so he can see who comes in and out of your place.

He just needs to figure out where he wants to put the rest of them.

“Here, sit. Do you want something to drink? I have wine, some tropical juice and water of course.”

“I’ll just have water, I've actually got to go into work later.”

“Work.” He’s actually going to beat the shit out of the server that’s been harassing.

That’s still work, right?

“So,” you begin as you take a seat opposite Sukuna.

“I still can’t believe you’re Jin’s twin. You just seem the complete opposite especially in looks. You’re fraternal, right?”

“Yeah, I’m 6 minutes older.” He tells you

You sigh longingly, “I’ve always wanted twins… girls of course.”

You were made for each other.

“Wow, so do I, what a coincidence,” he admits.

“We might as well get started then, huh?” You suggest as you sip your wine.

He chokes on his drink.

What’d you say?

But before Sukuna can reply back there’s a knock on your door.

“Hey, you in there?”

A guy? What man is looking for you at this hour.

You roll your eyes before pushing back your chair and making your way to open the door for said man.

“Yes, ‘Toru? I’m kind of busy right now.”

‘Toru?

“I’m sorry but I could really need some help… please?” This “‘Toru” says with a charming smile.

Annoying.

“‘Kuna, you don’t mind if I help my neighbour quickly?”

“Kuna…”

“No, not at all.” Now if he didn’t need to hide the 4 cameras in his pocket around your house, he would mind. But this “‘Toru” guy is honestly helping him out.

“Ten minutes,” you tell him as you shut your door.

Sukuna instantly rises from his seat and makes a Beeline for your bedroom.

It’s messy.

You didn’t make your bed. Do you leave your bed unmade everyday? There’s a bottle of water on your side table. You didn’t finish it.

Weren’t you thirsty last night?

Sukuna runs his large hands across your bed sheets. Running his fingers along each crease you’ve made.

What side do you sleep on? Away from the door, right?

Makes you feel safe.

“Who else has slept in here? That ‘Toru?” He spits as he kneels down to your bed level

He can smell you. So sweet. What perfume is that? He puts his face right into your sheets and breathes your scent in deeply.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your sheets.

He was practically drooling.

“God, I think I love you, Angel.”

He’s started to rub on his crotch, your smell is getting to him.

Rock hard.

He’s a creep but he doesn’t care. You’re like a drug.

An addiction.

His addiction.

He begins to pull out his leaky length from his boxers, rubbing his thumb across his swollen red tip.

So much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the side of your duvet.

He strokes himself back and forth steadily, still breathing into your unmade bed.

It’s your hand stroking him; pretend it’s you. You’re whispering his name softly…

Sensually

His pace quickens.

You might be back soon. He needs to hurry. You can’t see him in such a… pathetic state. You can’t see him in this state at all. Not yet at least.

The schlick sound of his length could be heard from the other room, he’s desperate at this point. Whining for you, pleading for you.

“L-love you. Ugh, I love you, Angel.” He cries out as if he's confessing to you.

“Need you. So b-bad.”

His core tightens, hands clutching onto your sheets.

Wishing the load he’s about to release was spilling into your womb instead.

Soon

His throat lets out a guttural moan, he’s cumming, but not into you.

Into his hand.

His fucking hand.

Pathetic.

After Sukuna recuperates himself, he places each camera in a spot he knows you won’t see, but he’ll definitely see you.

He also takes a few presents for himself from your washing basket.

He’ll definitely make good use out of them.

It’s been 10 minutes and you’re not back yet. What’re you doing with your neighbour?

Just as Sukuna is wondering where you are, you open your front door dishing out apologies for your absence.

He’s not mad… Only because he has a date to attend.

A date with the Parlour Boy.

𝜗𝜚 Chapter Three…

a/n: ehhhh. ehhhhhhh he was creeping me out at the end icl but uh what do you think? i’ve never write this much before. i know for a fact im gonna come back and rewrite things in the future but here you go! goodnight ♡

[dynamo-of-fake-twin-brother-fame]

There's a raccoon that lives in my neighborhood who's missing all but about an inch of his tail -- that's Stump. Then there was a squirrel (specifically, a gray squirrel; we have both) who had something wrong with his eye, his name was Bluey (he passed last year). We thought maybe Bluey had received some sort of trauma to the face, like maybe one of the cats had clawed him -- his eye was glazed and really swollen, to the point it affected how well he could see out of the other eye. But he knew we were all looking out for him -- he'd take food offerings right out of your hand if you let him sniff you a bit first. Turns out, Bluey managed to have at least one kid -- that is, out of the most recent batch of 'babies old enough to leave the mother', one of them was obviously Bluey's offspring -- and also had a funky eye. Turns out whatever it was is genetic. There's Blacky -- he was one of the stray cats in the area that one of the older gals in the neighborhood took in, and she's trying to get Blacky's new friend, Little Girl, to stick around her place too. There's another cat who's missing a tail -- one of the other neighbors feed her, but I've also seen the sweetheart hopping the fence to the neighboring property.

Outside of my neighborhood, I also have two geese.... I don't want to call them 'friends', but perhaps 'acquaintances' would be better -- if you've ever met geese, you'll understand; they aren't your friends, they just allow you to exist near them. I first met them on one of the military bases in the area -- not the one I work on, I had to visit this other one for onboarding and to fill out paperwork and stuff when I was first hired last year. The geese were there, hanging out with a flock and a bunch of goslings. The two I know are a pair that I'm guessing are mated or something similar, because just the other day, they both showed up on my base, just past the gate I use to get to work. Really happy to see them both again, especially since they each dropped a feather last year (don't tell anybody but I totally picked those up) and I kinda took that as a sign about the new job. And now they've visited me at work. There are also raccoons and possums that live on base -- I don't see them very often, but I worry about them cuz they're all very skinny. The raccoons at least I've seen babies about with their mom too.

There are also the fine kings pictured down below. I don't know them, but they were a very interesting pair to meet in the middle of the night on my way home, while I was calling for a ride because my scooter battery was dying and I was still a good half-hour from home.

it is so important to our well-being to get stoked over animals. like regular shit like squirrels & little parking lot birds & shit. or whatevers normal in your area. there are no boring animals. any animal sighting can be special if you love it and then every time you go outside or look out the window something sooo awesome will happen (see an incredible beast)

[nicksbestie]

next door neighbor!chris ... moves in!

"do you need help with that?" or, the one where chris is moving into his new apartment, and quickly makes his first friend. warnings: none! word count: 654

turns out unloading a u-haul is a lot harder when you're doing it alone.

chris was pulling boxes out of the back of the truck, setting them on the sidewalk, trying to clean out the vehicle before beginning to carry them inside.

his moving experience had gone fairly well so far, but the exhaustion of driving across state after state was beginning to catch up to him. each box was starting to feel heavier than the last, and his arms were killing.

he was getting around to the last few boxes, when he noticed the apartment door next to his crack open, and someone peek their head out.

you knew that you would be getting a new neighbor eventually. you had seen the previous family move out of the place, and you were excited for someone else to move in. you hadn't really gotten along with the last people. so, when you saw a moving truck pull up on the side of the streets, it sent a little joy through your body.

oh, and your new neighbor was cute.

you couldn't help but watch him begin to unpack, admiring him. you weren't normally one to stare, but this man was beautiful. when you got new neighbors, you were the type to bring them food, or a housewarming plant on their first day in the building, because you knew from firsthand experience how exhausting it is to move into a new place and still have to figure out what to cook for yourself.

you were planning on doing the same thing for this new neighbor, but then you saw him drop a box, defeat and tiredness beginning to wrinkle his face, and you decided to offer your hands.

chris looked up, noticing that you were now leaving your apartment, walking towards him.

"hi, do you need help with that?"

he stood up completely, smiling at you before responding.

god, even his smile was gorgeous. this was so unfair.

"hey, thanks. i'd actually really appreciate that. my arms are turning to jell-o."

you laughed, moving to grab the box he'd just dropped.

"no worries! i remember moving in here. my arms about fell off from carrying all of my stuff."

he grabbed another box, beginning to walk with you towards the front door of his apartment.

"yeah, the tiredness is definitely setting in. i'm ready to crash, to be honest with you."

"i completely get it. happy to help any way i can."

he shifted the box to one arm to open the door, holding it as you walked through after him.

"well, it means a lot. i'm chris, by the way."

you smiled, introducing yourself as you walked into his apartment, currently just full of a few pieces of furniture and some boxes.

"where do you want me to set this?"

he motioned to a corner, waving his hand absentmindedly.

"anywhere is fine, it's all gonna get rearranged as i unpack. so, how long have you lived here?"

conversation between you two flowed easily as you continued to help him bring boxes inside, even going as far to help him unpack a few of them. you didn't realize how much time had passed until chris' stomach growled, and he smiled sheepishly at the sound.

"sorry, i didn't even realize how much of your time i'd stolen. if i'm hungry, i'm sure you are too. thank you so much for helping, again."

you stood up, smiling back.

"not a problem at all. it was wonderful to meet you! i hope i see you around more."

you weren't sure if you were just being delusional, or if chris' smile turned into a smirk, and there was a slight tinge of something flirty in his eyes.

"i'm sure we'll see each other again."

you left his apartment feeling like you were walking on air, and hoping that you weren't just hallucinating.

time would tell you that you weren't.

a/n: first post in this au!! hope you enjoy!!

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[mixingandmelting]

HIHIHII. I wanted to ask...How do you think Wooin and Hyuk would be in relationship with a reader but like as poly relationship?

They’re so. Damn. Clingy. Unapologetically so, that it’s to the point you haven’t once been seen without them. 

Always claiming both sides with an arm around the neck, the shoulders, and/or (yes, and-slash-or) waist. Sometimes a chin perched on your head. Heaven forbids anyone else touching your hands. You can still remember it like yesterday, the incident with the poor guy simply wanting to thank you for saving his cat. 

“Babe? Who’s this?”

A sharp smirk plastered on his face as Wooin toys with the lollipop in his mouth, his eyes flickering between the joint hands and you. 

“Wooin! It was because I saved his cat- Hyuk, for the love of ,let go of me-!”

It was humiliating really. You did manage to get it resolved though not without being given a look and asked if you were into “that” in the most scandalous voice when Wooin decided then was a good time to act freaky with the other while Hyuk wouldn’t stop nuzzling you as he hugged you from behind. 

Today is no exception, too warm to be considered as the typical spring weather. But it doesn’t deter the two of them where Wooin keeps an arm wrapped around yours and Hyuk leans over, treating your shoulder on the other side as his designated headrest. 

“Let. Go.” You grit out, flicking your arms in attempts to get them out of their grip.

“But babe, we haven’t seen each other for so long-“ 

“We literally saw each other yesterday.” 

“And we haven’t talked in a while-“ 

“I was on the phone with you ten minutes ago.“ 

You simply blow a raspberry when the orange-glasses male squeezes your arm and shoots a glare. Serves him right, he should’ve let you go if he didn’t want to get interrupted every mid sentence. 

“I want some Pocari…” Hyuk grumbles, shifting his head a bit so he could rest on you more comfortably. 

At this point, you’d usually get annoyed. Give in and react considering that’s one of the three reasons why they like to irritate you like this (the other two is them wanting to hog all your attention to themselves as they once said “it’s already rough having to share” and simply enjoying being with you. You have yet to decide if you should be concerned or find this sweet). 

This time? A glint sparkles in your eyes for a second, realizing this is an opportunity. To finally be left alone even if it’s only for five minutes. Peace. And since when have you ever been one to pass when it’s being given on a silver platter? 

“Just Pocari?” Hyuk lets out a grumpy noise when you start feeling yourself for your phone.  

“Why? Planning to go alone?”

You swear-! No, no. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. 

“I mean, it’s hot out and it won’t take long.” Come on! Fall for it, fall for it-! “With the vending machine right the entrance of the apartment, I’ll buy it with Sprite so we can have hwachae* and Hyuk can have his drink.”

You try to keep your composure, maintaining a straight face as Wooin stares at you. One second passes. A full minute. Then he sighs.

“Ugh, fine.”

Yes! Finally-wait. Why was he getting up? 

“Weren’t you complaining earlier how hot it was?” You place your hand on his shoulder, stopping him midway. 

“Do you even have the stuff to make hwachae?” You shed mental tears of anguish at his sneer. This stupid snake-of-a-man, why won’t he give you a break? 

“I can stop by the mart-”

“It’s in the fridge. Next to the bottles of Pocari.” Instantly, you and Wooin whip your heads towards him. 

“What? Since when?” 

“It was in the plastic bag I brought with me earlier.”

Suddenly, it all clicks when you recall the plastic bag that was in his hand from when he and Wooin had, once again, arrived unannounced. 

“W-When you said you wanted to borrow my fridge for a second…” 

“Pfft-! That’s what was in the bag? You should’ve just said so instead of telling me you’d meet me here.” Wooin snickers, covering his face with a hand. 

As for you, you feel your hope crush inside, biting your lips and unable to nudge Hyuk’s hand off as he gradually tangles his fingers with yours. To think this was how you were going to get played-! 

“Since you’re up, can you go grab me one?” Hyuk hums, going back to scrolling through his phone with his free hand. 

“...Tsk.” 

Tsk indeed. Always having to go back and forth where if it’s not that one, it’s the other and vice versa. Hell, you should be glad it’s not both doing it together this time. But your freedom! Your freedom that was stripped away from you! 

By the time Wooin comes back, you’re full out sulking, refusing to acknowledge either of their presence. Well, supposed to. 

“Where’s mine?” Your eyes follow the other male’s movements, leaning over to grab the blue and white bottle placed in front of you while Wooin cracks open his. 

“Oh, you wanted some? You can share with me.” 

Hyuk doesn’t even bother asking; simply taking a sip before he holds his up to you. 

“...That’s it. I’m going.”

You will continue to insist and die on the hill that what happens next isn’t your fault. All you were doing was trying to make a point, the compromised position Vinny and Joker finds the three of you in being completely the other two’s doing once they come over after being invited by you for the impromptu hwachae party. You and everyone else also didn’t appreciate finding out the milk Hyuk brought over was banana flavored once everything was sorted out and the misunderstanding, somewhat, cleared. 

“I hope you two realize it’s because I love you, I put up with this.”

“What? Are you confessing to us again? That’s so embarrassing.”

“I was kidding, I’m not leaving.  So please, I need the two of you to stop squeezing the light out of me. I like breathing.”

*hwachae - Korean watermelon fruit punch made with usually strawberry milk and Sprite

[purplepleasureswritings]

Starlight - Rafayel x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3K

Tags: Gender Neutral MC pronouns used but AFAB terms for genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Gentle FemDom Reader, Oral, Submissive Rafayel, Bratty Rafayel

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview:

After his birthday, Rafayel holds you to your promise of trying new things.

“What was so urgent that I had to clear my schedule for the night and come over?” You asked, entering the artist’s home.

You were slightly irritated that you had to cancel plans to go to a new ramen shop that opened up near your apartment with Xavier, but you couldn’t deny you were curious.

Rafayel put down his paintbrush and hopped down from the ladder with a mischievous grin, trying to lean in for a kiss. You stopped him and he pouted.

“I am just holding you to the promise you made.” Rafayel sang and you grew even more suspicious.

“What promise?” You asked and his pout grew further.

“It’s only been a few days since my birthday and you already forgot?” He whined and you blinked with the realization of what he was getting at.

“Ah. That one. What new thing did you want to try so desperately that it couldn’t wait until our next date?” You teased and the tips of his ears began burning red.

“I’m not desperate! Just excited! The stuff I needed came in today and I didn’t want to wait to show you!” He protested and you giggled, giving him a little peck.

“Alright, alright. Show me what you got.” You said and he eagerly sauntered away, reaching in between the couch cushions to pull out a black box with a red ribbon tied around it.

“A late birthday present? It’s not lingerie, is it? I would have worn some on the trip if you wanted.” You said, suddenly embarrassed and unsure.

“No, no. The trip was perfect, really. I just… it’s better if you open the box.” Rafayel said, his face turning pink as he looked away from you and held out the box.

You took it, examining the box. You shook it, hearing something slightly heavy moving inside, the noise causing Rafayel to blush and bite his lip, still avoiding your gaze. For all of his bravado and eagerness earlier, the fact that he was growing shy and embarrassed had you growing too curious to not open the box.

You pulled off the ribbon and took off the lid eagerly, before blinking and tilting your head as you took in what lay inside. Inside sat a long and slender purple dildo, with a bulbous, curved end. Folded beneath the strapon, seemed to be a pretty, shimmering holographic harness that reflected the light from the dozen of candles strewn about.

“Oh.” You said breathily, fire pooling in your gut as you felt yourself clench and grow wet.

“I… nevermind. It was just a passing whim. I’ll just take it and throw it in the collection room.” Rafayel said, trying to grab the box.

You thanked your skills as a Hunter as you quickly jumped back and hugged the box to your chest, safely out of his reach.

“Come on, now you’re just being mean. It was just a silly prank. I needed to see your face for my newest painting.” Rafayel lied, the tips of his ears still red.

“Good boys don’t lie.” You murmured and he stiffened, sucking in a breath.

“I enjoy this gift. Thank you, Rafayel. I am happy to share this new experience with you.” You said and he eyed you warily, a hint of hope and vulnerability in his eyes.

He must have seen some reassurance from you that you were being sincere and he sighed, looking away as he fixed his hair, his face red.

“Not exactly new… nevermind.” He whispered lowly under his breath before jumping as you placed the box on the coffee table and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. You kissed the back of his very warm neck before blowing lightly on his ear.

“I see why you were so eager to show me. I don’t think I can wait much longer either.” You purred, enjoying how he shuddered in your hold and let out a low whimper.

You released him, grabbing one of his hands and grabbing the box with the other as you began to walk backwards and pull him into the bedroom with a coy grin. His face was still flushed, but he gave you a tiny, excited grin in return.

Soon your knees hit the back of his rounded bed and you sat, pulling him down next to you. You cupped his face and kissed him gently, pleased when he sighed and nuzzled into you slightly.

“Did you prep yourself at all?” You asked, nibbling at his neck as he moaned.

“N-no… I wanted you to…” He said quietly and you grinned against his bare collarbone before biting it.

“Good. I want to spoil you more. As long as you keep being good for me.” You crooned, lifting your head to take in his face as he let out a loud whimper.

“Can you do that for me? Or should I be mean? You have given me quite the headache as your bodyguard. Maybe I should take it out on your ass.” You said as you slid a hand in the back of his pants to palm at his ass causing him to give an undignified squeak.

“Hah… do your worst. I am a joy to be around and the best employer.” Rafayel said with a false bravado that had you snorting.

“Mmmm… is that so? Then…” You said, standing and pulling down your pants and going to settle against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.

“Why don’t you get me ready?” You said, spreading your legs and moving your damp panties to the side to show your glistening cunt.

Rafayel smirked as he turned and crawled up the bed to settle between your legs, gripping your thighs. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip and you watched with half lidded eyes, growing even wetter.

“You’re so wet already. That eager to fuck me? Not even the seas of Lemuria were this wet.” He teased and you raised an eyebrow, fisting his hair and dragging him closer to your cunt. His eyes rolled back and he gave a low groan, thrusting against the bed slightly.

“How can I not be when you make such cute little noises? Now be good or else I’ll leave you and go home to play with my own toys.” You teased and he let out a high pitched whine and pouted.

You huffed fondly, stroking his hair and he sighed, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t go. I’ll be good.” Rafayel whispered with sparkling eyes as he tried to entice you into staying.

Not that you were actually ever going to leave, but it was always so much more delightful to make him pout and plead.

You spread your dripping folds, nodding down to your swollen clit. Without wasting any time, he kissed the vee of your fingers as he pressed his lips to your engorged clit, applying the slightest hint of pressure. You gave a tiny, frustrated exhale and he chuckled, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before flicking lightly. He pulled off with a wet noise and you keened as he dragged his tongue through your folds, flicking at your clit again.

You lightly gripped his hair as he licked and sucked at your cunt, applying a delicious pressure with his clever tongue. You began riding his face, moving your hand from your cunt to also fist at the bedsheets at his insistence and to give him more room. You let out a loud moan as his tongue darted into your hole, stretching it slightly before replacing it with two of his fingers.

Rafayel began pumping them in and out of you as he pressed his tongue against your clit, letting out pleased little noises as he devoured you.

“S-so good. Hnng.. You’re so good, Rafayel.” You moaned with praise and he whined, squirming at the praise and redoubling his efforts.

Soon you could feel your orgasm growing and you rode his tongue faster, clenching around his wet fingers as they pumped into you. With a crook of his fingers and a harsh suck, you were coming with a scream.

Rafayel held you as shook and arched your back, riding out the waves of pleasure. You panted, releasing his hair and collapsing against the bed, trying to catch your breath. Rafayel pressed tiny kisses to your puffy pussy before you hauled him up to kiss him, wiping at his wet face.

The two of you kissed for a few minutes as he ground his cock between your legs, his black pants becoming ruined. You drew back for air and gave him a delighted smile that had him blinking with a slight blush.

“What’s that look for?” He asked and your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re amazing. But now…. It’s my turn.” You said, wrapping your legs around his waist and flipping him over and under you.

You grinned at his disgruntled but eager expression, rubbing your slick folds around his cock as you undid the top of your Unicorns uniform, tossing it to the floor behind you.

“You’re killing me. Haven’t I been good? Why are you torturing and teasing me?” Rafayel whined, kneading your hips.

“Shush, I’m not. Quite the opposite in fact. I intend on rewarding and spoiling you.” You reassured before lifting off of his damp pants.

“Undress yourself while I go find some lube.” You ordered and he gave a cheeky salute as he began pulling off his pants while you went over to the side table.

You pulled open the drawer, pleased to see the lube bottle was still decently full, even after last time. You tossed it in the air and turned around to see Rafayel completely bare and lightly stroking his cock.

You tossed the bottle on the bed next to him and grabbed the strapon out of the box as you came around the bed, tossing it as well as you crawled on.

“Have you touched yourself down here before, Rafayel?” You murmured as you pressed the pad of your index finger to his puckered hole.

His breath hitched and he grew scarlet.

“Yes… a few times.” Rafayel admitted and you cooed, spilling lube over your fingers and rubbing to warm it.

“Curious boy. Now lay back and let me take care of you.” You ordered, putting a pillow under his lower back with your clean hand.

Rafayel let out a breathy noise of excitement before whimpering as you bent and sucked his cock head into your mouth. You gently pressed your slick finger into his tight hole as he cried out.

You pulled off his cock with a wet, lewd pop, stroking his stomach.

“Shhh… just relax, Rafayel. I’ve got you.” You whispered and he blushed more, arm on his head but refusing to cover his eyes.

You pressed a kiss to his cock as you pulled your finger slightly out before pressing it back in. Rafayel whimpered and moaned and you swallowed his cock once more, slowly pumping your finger in and out of him as he became used to it. Distracting him by bobbing your head up and down his cock, you pressed another finger in, pumping both in.

Rafayel gave a shout, arching in pleasure as your two fingers pressed against a spongy spot deep inside of him and you worked your throat around his cock.

“Fuck… Please… I’m going to cum if you….” Rafayel thrashed and whined before you pinned him down with your arm.

You relented, pulling off his cock and easing up on his prostate.

You wanted him to come on your cock, afterall.

Rafayel gave you a teary look and you pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, scissoring him open. He gave soft little moans of pleasure as he wiggled slightly and you decided it was time to add a third, thrusting all three of them in and out.

“Come on already! I’m so ready for you.” Rafayel whined and you hummed, stretching your fingers out within him and causing him to gasp.

“So eager and desperate for me.” You teased, looking at his teary, flushed face as he pouted.

“Yeah, yeah. I hear you. But come on. I’m dying for this.” Rafayel muttered and you chuckled, withdrawing your fingers and leaning over him to kiss him.

“Well, can’t have that, can we?” You murmured as you fumbled for the strapon and the harness. You finally managed to grab the harness when Rafayel twirled his tongue around yours, causing you to moan.

You drew back and began to buckle the holographic harness. You admired how it seemed to fit your hips and thighs perfectly, accentuating them nicely.

“Where’s my camera? You look divine under the starlight like this.” Rafayel whispered and you grew hotter and wetter with the praise.

“Flatterer.” You lightly said as you lubed up both ends of the strapon, Rafayel watching you hungrily.

You slid one end into yourself, moaning at being filled finally as you clenched around the soft, supple silicone. You nestled it snugly against your mound, securing it with a strap that ran between your folds and the cleft of your ass from the harness to help better hold it in place before feeding the other end through the metal ring. You didn’t really think you needed the harness with the strapless strap, but better safe than sorry, especially when you knew Rafayel would beg to be pounded hard and fast.

“Are you ready?” You asked, adding more lube to the strap, stroking it.

You didn’t want to hurt Rafayel, no matter how much he probably wouldn’t mind.

“Yes. Please.” Rafayel begged with needy eyes.

You shuffled forward, lining up the fake cock with his hole and gently pressing in. Rafayel whimpered as the blunt silicone breached his rim, his cock dribbling against his stomach.

“I rather like you begging.” You teased to distract him, gently stroking his cock as you sank deeper and deeper into him.

“Of course you do. Well, I’ll be sure -hah!” Rafayel cried out as you bottomed out, your hips pressing into his plump little ass.

He shook and you wrapped his legs around your waist, leaning over as far as you could to kiss him and press your forehead to his. The position caused him to whimper as the strapon sunk deeper into him.

“Good?” You whispered and he nodded against you, shivering slightly.

“Y-yeah. So good. Fuck. So deep. You’re all I can, hnng, ah, think about.” Rafayel said with a breathy grunt.

“Good, that’s all I want to hear, aside from my name on your lips and your cries of pleasure.” You whispered, kissing him as he gave a muffled keen.

You sat back slightly to admire your masterpiece, holding his upper thighs as you looked at his blotchy, trembling form, tiny patches of scales beginning to emerge.

Perhaps he was right about getting a camera for this moment, but for now, you would have to sear it into your memory.

You pulled out a tiny bit, watching Rafayel’s face for any signs of discomfort. He huffed and you shook your head, pulling out more before thrusting back in. He threw his head back as he let out a throaty wail and you repeated the motion.

Growing high with the sounds of his little mewls and whimpers of pleasure, you began thrusting in harder, deeper, and faster, using your grip on his thighs to help. You thanked your stamina from being a Hunter as Rafayel cried out for more, clinging to you and kissing at your neck as you bent over him to get a better angle.

“Fuck, right there! Please!” Rafayel cried out and you moaned, the force of your movements causing the strapon to slap against your clit.

You pounded into him, your hips starting to ache with the force of your thrusts.

“So good for me. So sweet and perfect. I’m so glad I found you.” You murmured in his ear, watching as a tear escaped the corner of his eye as he sobbed and tried to kiss you.

You kissed the tear away and nuzzled his face before kissing him properly, instead of the sloppy, desperate mess he was attempting.

“Are you going to cum for me, Pretty Boy?” You cooed and he whined.

“N-no, not without you.” He panted and you couldn’t help but kiss him again.

“There’s a, hah! Shit… fuck… fuck… fuck! There’s a button on the bottom that will make it vibrate!” Rafayel babbled and you slowed your movements, dropping one of his thighs to reach down in between you and feel for the button at the base of the silicone shaft.

You let out a squeal as it began vibrating deep inside of you, pressing against your walls and spot that had you seeing stars and thrusting erratically, the part going into Rafayel vibrating as well against your clit. Soon the two of you were a writhing, panting mess, giving each other sloppy kisses and trying to get the other to cum first.

Of course, it wasn’t like you weren't going to use some filthy, underhanded tactics in your little competition.

You snuck your free hand down between the two of you to begin stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Hnnng. Not fair.” He mewled, clinging to you harder. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his temple before giving a hard thrust and flick of your wrist around his cock.

He seized up around you and came with a long wail that nearly sounded like whale song, his cock spilling over your wrist and against his stomach. You sobbed as you gave a few more desperate thrusts before stopping as you came, clenching around the vibrating silicone and shuddering.

As soon as you were able to move, you hastily turned off the strapon and pulled out of Rafayel who jumped and whined, his cock giving a weak spurt. You practically ripped off the harness and pulled the strapon out of you, almost at the point of overstimulation.

You crawled up and collapsed next to Rafayel, pulling him to you as you both looked up at the stars through the glass dome of his bedroom ceiling.

“So… new things?” Rafayel asked with a soft smile and you chuckled, kissing him.

“New things.” You agreed, your mind already brimming with all the new things you wanted to try with him.

A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!

[grapejuice32]

Move In?

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

word count: 700+ a/n: angel asks Rafe to move in with her

It was midday and the two of you had been lounging around, just relaxing and watching a film together while snuggled up on the couch. You’d taken a break from the film, leaving it paused for Rafe who went to the bathroom, your eyes glued to one of the tapestries on your walls, taking in all the details. As he made his way back over to you, he passed by the room that you always kept locked, “Y’know, I know everything ‘bout you apart from what’s in that room.”

You just nodded before desperately trying to change the subject, “You have a lot of stuff here.” He smiled, taking his place besides you on your couch, immediately wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side, only responding to you with a hum. “You’re also here a lot,” you continued, your gaze still fixed but no longer focused on the tapestry. He remained quiet, signalling you to continue speaking, “You also bought it off of my parents for me, so you technically own the house. So, if you think about it, this is really your house.”

“No, ‘s your house, angel. ‘s got all your stuff in it, and you’ve lived here f’years.” Amusement was clear in his tone.

“But it’s also got your stuff in it,” you countered, trying to make your point. 

He just shrugged, “Well I’ll just take my stuff if ‘s a problem, you only have t’ ask.” You shook your head quickly, that was the opposite of what you wanted.

“Or…you could just bring all your stuff here,” you spoke slowly, feeling slight shy about the conversation now that you’d actually said what you really wanted. 

He sighed, “I guess, but then it’d jus’ be in y’way and it wouldn’t help with the way you’re feeling.” You had to fight back from face palming, never having thought he was stupid until this moment. Rafe knew what you were asking, of course he did, but he just wanted to hear you say it. 

“But isn’t it easier if it’s all here if you’re always here?” you tried, hoping maybe that would help him realise what you were trying and failing to ask in the direct way you’d rehearsed in your head. 

“Oh,” he pondered, “I guess I’ll jus’ try and be here less. Don’t wanna get in the way, y’know.” 

Your eyebrows raised and you lips parted, this was the opposite of what you wanted. The panic caused you to speak faster, “Or you could just have all your stuff here and you could always be here and then we can just always be here together.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he said, playing clueless. 

You sighed and threw your head back for a moment before looking at him properly, “Like, we could live here. Both of us…together.”

“Oh,” he exhaled, “oh, like, have me move in?” He asked, as if he hadn’t figured you out at the start of this conversation. You nodded, biting your lower lip to hide your nervous smile. “And y’want that?” He had to check, just to be sure. You nodded again, your face begin to burn with a blush of embarrassment as you got ready for him to turn down your offer. “Then I’d love that.”

“Really?” You weren’t sure why you thought he’d say no, but you’d convinced yourself he would. 

“ ‘f course, then I get to be ‘round my girl every day, hm?”

“You’re already around me every day.” You mumbled beneath your grin. 

He chuckled and leant in closely to you, placing a kiss on your temple before murmuring in your ear. “Does this mean I get t’ see what’s in the secret room now?”

You paused, as if you were thinking before bluntly saying “No.” Turning your head back to the tv and switching the movie back on. The action causing Rafe to throw his head back and laugh at your antics. 

“I’ll get in there one day, just you see.” He teased loudly, causing you to ‘shh’ him, when your favourite character started to speak in the film, favourite of course meaning the one you had a crush on, causing him to mumble beneath his breath grumpily, trying to ignore the jealousy that flared up inside him at your attention fixed on a man other than him, even if it was a fictional one.

a/n: requests are open

[monstas1ut]

Pull My Hair

SUGURU GETO x black!reader

Summary

__ Suguru wants to touch black!reader’s hair.. unfortunately she always says he cannot touch her hair, nobody but the lord knows that if he got one chance, he will not mess the opportunity up… especially since he wants to pull it during sex…

Content

Reader is implied to have a cute tall Afro puff! Wholesome stuff, more plot than smut! Hair pulling, wall sex, Suguru loves your hair,

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

“I finally did my edges the way I wanted it to be..”

A fraction of a chuckle poured out of the dark, mystifying male, closing his book with one hand. It had been about the disastrous consequences of war and fate that was inevitable. It was definitely a bit too gloomy for what was in front of him at the very moment, which was rays of sun on the color brown, you. The pages of the book were filled with disturbing absurdities that he took interest in, but the raven haired male would rather stare at you.

You were far more interesting than anything he could ever lay his eyes on, and he truly meant anything. He slid the book onto the side table by the soft couch he was sitting on, and he was fairly comfortable. His back was pressed nicely against the couch, his knees far apart. Suguru was settled nicely there, spread in his usual sitting position but to you it made your heart flutter everytime… he was sexy.

“You were in there for almost an hour, I’d hope so..” Suguru playfully teased, watching your little expression on your face turn slightly into a half smirk. Some people really dig deep into trying to figure out how you and Suguru even managed to date, but they just didn’t realize how much of a silly goose he was behind closed doors. It may be faint, but it was still there… Sometimes Suguru’s jokes tickle your lower stomach so badly that the floor is the only thing that can hold you.

“Do you likeee it? The last time I had my hair like this was in middle school..” this was normal, your regular banter of sorts, but Suguru was genuinely deep in thought. Maybe his dark eyes looked over you around 6 or 7 times already, giving his lips a dangerous lick as he tried to adjust his sitting position.. lightly lifting his hips. There was something about you embracing your natural beauty that had him fawning over you… hard. Could anyone blame him? Your hair was rarely out in a way that he could actually see that pretty pattern of hair.

“It suits you very well..”

Time gave into the fantasy of stopping, that’s how it felt to you anyway. His words were so silky, his slight emphasis on the word ‘very’ almost had you running to the hills. His stare, his slight tilt of the head. There was an odd few seconds of sweet silence as your heart thumped quickly. “I’m going to assume touching it is off limits..” there was only a little pout that surfaced on his porcelain face. He then slowly stood up to reveal his fierce height, his body covered mainly by the deepest black of fabric, his tee and wide legged pants

It’s days like this where he’d get mad at the mumble of the word ‘emo’.

Your eyes slightly widened, crossing your arms under your perfectly sized mounds. “Hell yeah it’s off limits. I have to make this hairstyle last-..” Suguru slightly scoffed the second the last word left your plump lips. He wasn’t angry or anything… however he was poking at your bullshit.

“You always tell me not to touch your hair.. not just this time..” Suguru didn’t know why, but there was something about the word cant. Why couldn’t he? Why was it so off limits? He wouldn’t have messed it up… But as time passed of being so intimate with you, he couldn’t lie, he wanted to ruin you. Suguru is as cordial as it gets, but unfortunately when he can’t have something, he spirals. It was selfish in spirit, but everyone has their dark secrets.

“Cuz you’ll mess it up. Like you said, the edges took me almost an hour. Do you have the patience to do that?” The sass that came from your words was harmless, but the tilt of the head you did made him a little more on the agitated side.

“I do actually, but even you know that” shooting right back at you with playful banter, Suguru’s soft, lanky fingers reached out to touch your wrist. His pale skin was on the warm side today, it could be possible that he was flustered from your new look. Suguru was a simple man, his body got warm over the littlest things you’d do. But unlike most , he kept it very quiet and self contained.

“I’d do anything that’ll give me a chance to touch a special part of you. Anything that’s.. you.. I would love to touch it with my fingertips..” his hands slipped to your fingers, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a lovesick manner. His way with words was dangerously soft, it caused your spine to straighten up everytime. However , right now, your main focus was trying to understand his inability to move on. Your hair was simply your hair. There was no need to touch it, you didn’t need gross oils from his hands to mess it up, let alone ruin your edges. However, you just wondered about his obsession, was it truly about him loving your hair or was he just trying to annoy you. To be honest, it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re sick Suguru.”

“I believe I’m just fine, I’m only a man with specific needs, y/n” his words hid no lie, his scent pushing through your nostrils as he got even closer to you. Sometimes when you smell him, your mind goes blank. Suguru was a handsome man with a rough, sweet wood smell that would linger on. “But your needs are ridiculous. There’s no reason you should be begging to touch my damn hair. It ain’t gold.” Now it was just hilarious to you. Your little laugh might’ve been you giving in, maybe.

As a kid, you’ve known others that would treat you as if you were an animal in a petting zoo. Their nasty hands touching your curls, ruining the hairstyle just for the touches. It was about respect of all things, however the more you looked at it, the more you realized how unfair it was to Suguru. Your sensual natured lover respected every boundary you put up, and he never tried to jump it. He’s never really gotten a good feel of your hair in it’s natural state. He knew he couldn’t, but the opportunity he had now was gracious. Suguru knew he was quite sick for this, but he wanted to rule out what he could not do. Suguru wanted to feel the curl pattern, the texture, the soft strands of you.

While he had an underlying motive, it was merely about the love for your hair and getting closer to you. Suguru wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the cloud like puff and hold tight. And whether he roughs it up or not, he would indeed spend as long as he has to so he could fix his mess ups. He just wanted one chance…

“I’d actually enjoy it if you taught me how to do your hair. If I agree to helping you do it, would you change your thoughts about keeping me away?” Suguru had such a light look on his face. His smile practically caressed you while his fingers gently intertwine with yours. He just needed one chance, one soft grab or a twirl. Selfish he was, but he cared little. Your beautiful facial features were attacking him right now, almost telling him how wrong and right he was.

His soft, romantic grip on your hand made your heart flutter. Let alone his sweet glances towards your curly, juicy ends. For some reason this moment between the two of you felt deeply intimate, sexually intimate. You didn’t know what it was, but Suguru’s eyes were looking very sultry.

“Maybe..” you blurted, giving into his looks. He tilted his head a bit, his flowy, jet black hair going with him. He had his hair out today, no hair tie restrictions, so his looks were now far from just a ten. “You know, the day you actually let me.. I won’t wash my hands for weeks..” Suguru playfully joked, his more humorous side sliding out as a smile was plastered onto his face. It really did bum him out, but he would never force you… even if he wanted to touch your hair badly. Even if he wanted to pull it during the most intense sex.. he just never did.

“You’re losing it…” you lightly laughed before the world kind of disappeared around you. It happened so quick, and Suguru was the only person, human, soul you could see. He leaned down , his tall frame overpowering but he pressed his forehead against yours. His silky hair tickled you just a tad. “That’s alright…” he whispered, and even if he did, his voice was still deep and rumbling. Your face was hot, especially when his lips ghosted against yours. That was the exact second you forgot why you even did your hair. You were supposed to go run errands with your friend.. that’s what was supposed to happen.

Unfortunately, Suguru had different plans. His lips pressed lovingly against yours, emitting a shiny spark. The world around you turned to static and his hands were the only thing you could feel other than his lips. Both your hands were against his, intertwining all your fingers. He had you locked and forbidden from leaving his grip. The sweet kiss was nothing but a distraction, but a good one nonetheless. You were so distracted by the soft lip bites and his naughty actions of sucking on your tongue that you didn’t notice he had gotten so close. His body was practically pushing against you while your back was seeping in the wall.

How did you even manage to get close enough to a wall?

Eventually you gasped, moving your head to the side to tell him you needed to breathe. But, Suguru took this as a nice little gesture of encouragement. Your neck was shown to the air, and his lips fluttered all around it.

“If you believe me to be crazy just because I want to touch your hair..you must never hear what else I’d want from you…” Suguru muttered this against your bronze skin, only having dreams of guiding you through sex with a fist full of curls. “Suguru…” you purred, feeling each touch of his lips. It made your pussy begin pulsing almost, your heart also beginning to pulse quicker.

“Suguruuu, I have to go.. lord- if I just let you touch it one time.. will you just drop it and let me go?” Your air was having a hard time staying in your lungs, his touches and his neediest actions ever were causing you to feel all mushy. He stopped his lips from caressing your skin only to pull away. His heart thumped hard and he almost lost his cool. He kind of widened his eyes but they softened into their usual state again. A warm feeling washed over him and the look in his eyes was almost pleading.

He said nothing. His hands unraveled from yours and he lifted one of them to trail up your arm. The soft feeling of it almost made you want to stay home, he seemed so desperate, he looked desperate. His eyes weren’t even on you anymore, the fondness in his eyes were directed towards your curls. He’s seen so many types of hair, loose curls.. tighter ones. He didn’t care if yours was either or, he knew the second his fingertips slipped onto a curl, he felt some harmony.

The texture was so soft yet so different from his own hair. This felt like how a perfect cloud plucked from the sky would feel like. His lanky fingers practically disappeared the way he slipped them into the depths of your puff.

“To think you’ve been keeping this feeling from me… how dare you..” Suguru said this lightly, almost flabbergasted at how much greater this actually was. He simply believed it would be soft. No, it was soft. it smelt so good , and he also noticed how your hair would appear shorter when in reality it was a bit longer than what your hair was showing now. He’d have to ask why..

“Suguru…” you muttered a bit, acting as if you didn’t enjoy it but who doesn’t enjoy someone running their fingers in your hair.. on your scalp, it was relaxing. Let alone his voice that began speaking praises. You told him sternly that it would only be one touch, but here you are letting him melt in the silence.

“Hm..?” he hummed, occupied but willing to listen to your words. But whatever it was, if it wasn’t to his liking he just knows he won’t listen now. Suguru was a man that truly wants what he wants, there’s no negotiation, and if there is, he’s lying. “You need to let me leave now..” you whispered, but all you received was Suguru’s fingers caressing the back of your hair, his darkly tinted eyes staring into yours.

“I refuse. That is only because I’d enjoy it if I got to play with your crown a little bit longer…” His words lingered like a sweet smell of cologne. His eyes peered into you as his forehead once again met yours. For some reason you just couldn’t decline. You couldn’t stop him nor your thoughts. The second you felt his fingers slip in your curls and a slight tug was made, you gasped. Your eyes widened and your body felt the urgent lust that infected you and your brain.

He just pulled at your hair.

Why did you like it? In that minuscule moment, you found yourself angry but lust took over. Pleasure took the cake. Every bit of naughty thought you had rushed to your clit, it tingled and pulsed. The pleasurable feeling in your lower stomach needed to be dealt with, and it was just unfortunate how this only occured because he pulled your hair. It was sensitive. Doing this showed dominance, he wanted you and your pretty hair in his grip. Could you blame the man?

“Sug-..”

“ Would you kiss me again…?” his soft breath was right on your lips, your eyes never left his, and his raven eyes never left yours. It’s moments like these where you could actually hear a pin drop.

Suguru behind doors was nothing but a man who would fein for the pretty lips on your face and the ones between your legs. He loved you dearly, and to get the opportunity to actually see your withering and your begging while he dug deep in you was like a dream. He needed you in many different ways. He had you right here, right in the palm of his hand. Your pathetic, gorgeous expression right there looking up at him.

Nothing more was said, only your hands moved to grip at his shirt, pulling him down slow to seal the kiss he begged for. It wasn’t rough, it was soft and mesmerizing. That was what he wanted, his hands having a fist full of your heavenly sent hair and his lips pressed against yours. He had it a few seconds ago but this was different.. he had you stuck and bound. Submissive, not weak but willing. The kiss was nasty, you took initiative to suck on his bottom lip, coercing a moan from him before his other hand slipped off into deeper netherlands. Your insides curled up, a soft moan slipping from your throat.

The feeling in your body was like how people explain how their body feels going down a steep hill in a car.

“Suguru please-..” you whispered, feeling his hand still gripping your pretty curls in the back of your head. His other hand was digging in your pants, the soft pads of his middle finger rolled around your pretty clit. He wanted to make you more needy for him just like how he was for you, but you were already leaking. Your thoughts and his sudden actions combined to cause the sudden need.

“You’re already drenched… What is it that you enjoyed, hm?” It was teasing for him to say that, still swiftly playing with the pink pearl in between your legs. You didn’t just become wet from anything, he knew it was something specific he did. “Was it… this?” He purred, gently yanking your hair back again. It gave you a yelp, but what intrigued Suguru was your pretty little moan that traveled afterwards. How come you would yell at him not to touch your hair but this is how you act when it comes down to him actually touching it?

Suguru’s blood rushed to his dick.

He had to contain his unruly excitement, but the hand that wasn’t deep in your hair was shaking. He pulled both his hands away, making you jolt in confusion and anxiousness…. even shame. Was Suguru grossed out? Was he repulsed by your actions? All but the correct things were flowing into your mind, so much that you tried rushing from his vicinity.. you had to get away from his nasty mind.

“Ah… you’ve lost your mind if you believe-..” Suguru stopped talking as he reached his light muscular arm out, simply grabbing your wrist before you got any further in the house. “-you can leave me now..”He gently, but firmly yanked you closer like a small doll.. he swiftly ran his hand back into your curls from behind. Yes, your hairstyle was beginning to be a little messed up. That was especially true as he pressed your face against the wall.. All you could feel was his grip tighten on your strands of hair as his lips pressed against your ears. He then patted your ass a little.

“Pull these down for me… I’ll pull your hair~. That’s what you’d like, yes?”

“That’s not true!”

Suguru had dealt with a friend that enjoyed going back and forth with him constantly. So your little pleas and clap backs weren’t enough for him to fully give in.

“If it’s not true, why did you look so pleased when I pulled your hair..?” Suguru whispered in your ear, causing it to tickle and your lower stomach tightened up. You were aching for some release, knowing that, your body had given up on you as well. Maybe you did like it, no, you did like it and maybe it’s just the way he did it. Either way, you needed it more. So, you ended up kicking your shoes off and pushing your pants down your gorgeous legs. You couldn’t think of being shamed, not when Suguru was behind you with a terribly hard cock. You could feel it.

“No response… is it that you’ve given in?” His words kind of stung, Suguru would always revel in being right and finally getting what he wanted. Watching you kick away your pants and press your hands against the wall made him warm. He slowly moved his other hand to your back, the back of his index finger running down your lower back before hooking onto your panties and pulling them to the side. He saw the slightly sticky substance in your underwear, he felt it too.

“So gorgeous. I’d ruin the earth if you were taken from me.” He said without one stutter, he was so serious. Your panties were off to the side, revealing all you had to offer. His knuckles kind of rubbed against your clit, causing a sound to emit from your throat. “Crazy-..” you were cut off by the pull of your hair. Breathing in sharply, you shut your mouth and actually listened to what was happening around you. You could hear the drop of his pants hitting the ground. You also could’ve sworn you heard the ridiculous sound of his cock hitting his skin. It was just that heavy.

“Talk to me about it..” Suguru hummed, watching your body adapt to what was happening. You knew you were going to get fucked, so you were spreading your legs just a tad bit.. he liked that realization.

“About what..” you hesitantly replied.

“Your hair.. Everything about it intrigues me.” He admitted, and it was obvious.. his hand never left it. Your back was permanently arched as of right now, as long as he was still grabbing most strands of hair. You can admit however, it was cute that he wanted to know about it. Your eyes were hazy, feeling his heavy cock on your perfect ass. It made you stutter. You had to think of something, anything that would be interesting to him..

“My hair likes to shrink. It can look much fluffier and it can be long but I’d have to stretch it with a blow drier.. right now it’s pretty stretched… but if water hits it it’ll get shorter again-… fuck..” you choked up a little at the end, an uncontrollable moan releasing from you as you felt your boyfriend’s cock just slip inside of you. Suguru had a darker tip color, his veins weren’t hiding and his balls were large. Even he had to hiss a bit from the way your pussy contracted around him.

“Fuck…” you whimpered again, your mind going blank before those fingers in your hair gripped tighter. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me about it..” he huskily whispered, his own face slightly contorted in pleasure once he was actually inside. His cock was all wet and he could feel each inch of your pink walls.

The sound it made when he bottomed out in your pussy was absolutely slutty. It gushed and made the most smuttiest noises. How could you even speak about any more of it? Your mind was like rust, it seemed like he was draining you of your knowledge only to be there and dumb with dick inside you.

“How am I going to fix your hair after this if you do not tell me how to do it..?” He firmly asked, his hips slowly moving back before snapping forward. Your breasts were pressed sharply against the wall, still covered by your shirt. But, your hair was completely messed up, all out of the puff it was just in. “B-But-…” you shakily moaned as your legs weakened. He had you by your hair, the smell of it now stuck on his hand.

He probably won’t wash it.

“L-Lots of water.. g-gotta brush the ends first..” you choked out, your neck slightly burning as Suguru pulled at your hair tighter. His cock was beginning to dig into your pussy over and over. He obviously just wanted you to keep talking because he knew he could make you do it.. besides, you sounded cute and he knew he would be punished if he didn’t fix your hair afterwards.

“What else do I need to know? I know I didn’t lose you already…”

Suguru watched how broken you were becoming, that’s all he wanted right now anyway. There was something about gaining access to your precious jewel, your crown. After the first touch, he knew he couldn’t just let go.. you didn’t want him to let go either.

ⓒ Monstas1ut, do not copy

[sitkowski]

coeur d'alene (jolly karlsson x matt dierkes)

pairing: jolly karlsson x matt dierkes cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ friends to lovers, vehicle accidents with minor injuries, mentions of blood, nightmares, a little bit of angst, bed sharing, light bondage, making out, hair pulling, choking, anal fingering, protected anal sex. word count: 3.1k author's note: one of two fics for the birthday boy! this one is probably the less angst ridden of the two. title comes from a movements song, divider by @strangergraphics

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Jolly’s jolted from a dead sleep by the feel of the van careening off the road, and he’s barely sat up before the impact. It’s the middle of the night and they’re stranded on the side of the road, front end of the van crunched up against a guardrail and the back axle of the equipment trailer snapped. Everyone gets tossed around a little, not enough to warrant a trip to the hospital from the looks of it, but the minute that Jolly sees Matt's bleeding he forgets about the possible damage to their stuff. He scrambles out of the back of the van, making sure Folio and Noah are okay as he passes them. Nicholas is checking on Davis and Bryan, who was driving the night shift. Matt’s standing by the front of the van, and he’s got just enough of the headlights on him for Jolly to see the red streaked across his mouth and on one of his arms.

“Hey, hey,” his voice has an edge of panic to it as he grabs onto Matt’s face and tilts his head towards the light. “Are you okay?”

Matt winces but nods, “Yeah, just bit my fucking lip. I’m fine.”

Behind them, the driver of the car that Bryan was trying to avoid hitting had come over to start explaining what had happened and apologizing. It really was just an accident, and they waited for the cops to show up to get all of the information they needed. The next few hours seem to drag on; contacting the venues they need to inform them of cancellations, scheduling a tow truck and another van to come and take them to the nearest hotel. They even have to get checked out by paramedics before they’re cleared to leave. They can’t look over the stuff in the trailer until the morning because it’s too dark.

They’re stranded in some city in Idaho for the weekend.

By the time they check into a hotel, everyone is running on fumes. They pair up randomly, and head off to their rooms. Matt is rooming with Jolly, and they’re too tired to care that there’s only one queen sized bed in the middle of the room. They throw their stuff down on the floor, and Matt drops down on the bed, pushing his hat off and scrubbing his hands through his hair.

“I gotta call people and get shit sorted—”

Jolly cuts him off, “You’re not gonna do a thing but sleep, Matt. Here, let me clean that up for you.”

Matt frowns like he’s got no idea what he’s talking about, not until Jolly comes back with a damp cloth to wipe the blood off of his arm, and then dab it gently at Matt’s lip because even though the paramedics cleaned it up, he’d split it open again somewhere between the side of the road and now. Matt wraps his fingers around Jolly’s wrist, stopping him.

“Your hands are shaking,” he points out, which Jolly hadn’t even noticed. “You okay?”

“Not really. Never been in a wreck before. And then I saw all this blood on you and I…”

Matt doesn’t need him to tell him how scared he was. He knew how much worse this could have been for all of them. Matt squeezes his wrist and Jolly lets out a shuddering breath, nodding to himself.

“Did you want to grab a shower?” he asks, but Matt shakes his head.

“Nah, you go ahead. I’m going to sleep, apparently.”

Jolly takes the fastest shower of his life because he’s too wired to sleep but the idea of dragging out something as simple as washing his hair makes him exhausted. By the time he falls into the bed beside Matt, he’s already asleep, blankets pulled up to his ears and a little furrow between his brows that Jolly is kind of desperate to make disappear. The bed doesn’t leave that much room between the two of them, and Jolly falls asleep watching Matt’s face.

He wakes up at an undetermined time, unable to catch his breath. Whatever the nightmare was, he can’t remember anything now beyond the panic he felt. Matt stirs beside him, reaching over to him.

“You’re okay,” he mumbles sleepily, and Jolly realizes that he’s there, and he’s fine. They’re all fine. “Hey, c’mere.”

He lets Matt pull him closer into his space, and when he presses a soft kiss to Jolly’s forehead, he can’t help but let out a surprised sound. It’s not that they’re not all touchy feely with each other anyway, it’s more that it’s Matt, who is normally walking around grumpy most days. Now, he wraps an arm over Jolly’s chest as if he’s got to prove that he isn’t going anywhere, and waits for Jolly to close his eyes again.

He sleeps better after that.

When he wakes up again hours later, he doesn’t expect Matt to be there but he is. He’s still beside him, not asleep but sitting up against the headboard fully dressed, scrolling through his phone. Jolly can smell coffee, which means he slept so hard he didn’t even realize that Matt had left and come back.

“Coffee might not be hot, but it’s gotta be mouth warm still.”

Jolly rolls his eyes at the term but gets up and grabs the cup from the table. It’s still warm enough not to taste bad, and it does something to him, the fact that Matt knows his coffee preferences without having to be told. He sits down on the bed beside him again, yawning and leaning his head back against the headboard.

“Any word on the gear?”

“I guess we should be glad we packed that shit like we’re playing tetris, because other than one amp and a couple merch boxes busted open nothing else was damaged. Everything should be fixed by tomorrow afternoon, Monday morning at the latest. We’re only gonna miss two shows, but we can add them back on at the end of the run and come back through.”

Jolly nods along to his words, and his eyes keep drifting down to the small cut on Matt’s bottom lip. Then again, occasionally staring at Matt’s mouth is nothing new for him. With the adrenaline and the exhaustion from the night before gone, he’s finally caught up to the fact that he’ll be sharing this room—this bed—with Matt and he feels butterflies in his stomach about it. It’s kind of hard to avoid a crush on someone when they’re this close.

Matt snaps his fingers in front of Jolly’s face. “Hey, you okay? Did you hear anything I said?”

“Uh yeah,” he mumbles into his coffee cup, trying not to blush. “Sorry, I zoned out. What were you saying?”

If he doesn’t know any better, Matt is smirking at him. “I asked if you wanted to go get some lunch?”

“Oh, yeah, let me toss on some clothes and we can meet up with everyone—”

“I meant just you and me? I already checked with everyone else and they’re doing their own thing today since we’re stranded here.”

The invitation brings a shy smile to Jolly’s face and he nods. He likes the idea of spending time with him, even if it’s just hanging out in the motel room or going to grab lunch together. He goes to get dressed and they head out, finding a diner that’s within walking distance of the motel. He feels nervous for some reason, sitting in a booth in the back of the diner with Matt across from him, looking over his menu after the waitress got their drink order. He doesn’t want to keep staring at him and make it weird, so he looks down at his own menu.

“Do you know what you want yet?” Matt asks and for some reason it sounds like he’s asking about more than food.

Jolly can only nod dumbly and he sees that little smirk on Matt’s face again before the waitress comes over to bring them their drinks and take their food order. By the time their food comes, Jolly doesn’t feel as nervous as before as they get lost in conversation about finishing out the tour, plans for afterward. And maybe he’s going crazy, but he thinks that Matt might be flirting with him. It almost gives him whiplash because he’ll say something that he knows is going to make Jolly blush and then change the subject so fluidly.

“You okay over there?” Matt asks, nudging his foot against Jolly’s beneath the table. “I can stop if—”

“No,” Jolly insists, shaking his head. “I just didn’t think you—”

Matt cuts him off, “I do. I kind of always have? I’ve just been…waiting for you to catch up to it. I didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready for.”

Instead of saying anything, Jolly nudges Matt’s foot in return and then flags down their waitress to get the check.

The walk back to the motel is filled with tension, Jolly itches to touch him but doesn’t yet because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen once they’re in that room. He waits patiently behind Matt while he unlocks the door, and Matt steps aside to let him walk in first. The sound of him relocking the door seems loud to his ears, and he turns in the middle of the room to face Matt again.

“Now what?” he asks, holding his arms out at his sides.

“Well…” Matt steps closer to him and Jolly draws in a deep breath. “Now I’m gonna kiss you. Want to start with that?”

Jolly nods eagerly. Matt immediately surges forward, and cups Jolly's face in his palms, kissing him hard. Hard enough that Jolly's teeth knock against the cut on his lip and Matt pulls back, hissing.

"Sorry." Jolly murmurs, thumb brushing over his bottom lip carefully.

“It’s okay,” Matt shakes his head. “Come back here.”

Matt kisses him again, softer this time. Jolly takes Matt’s hat off, tossing it aside so he can bury his hands in his hair and back him up until he hits the edge of the bed. Matt lets out a soft noise of approval against his mouth, and when he sits down on the bed, he pulls Jolly along with him so that he’s spread out over top of him, pressing him down into the mattress. When Matt arches up into him, tries to get him closer even though it’s impossible at this point, Jolly pulls back, lips just barely touching him.

“What do you want?”

Now, Matt looks uncertain for a moment. “I just…I just want you?”

“Be specific,” leaning back, Jolly lets his hands slide beneath Matt’s shirt, tracing his fingers over the warm skin there. He likes the way Matt twitches and squirms beneath him, and he hasn’t even really touched him yet. “I want to know what you like, what makes you feel good. I’ll give you whatever you want”

Matt relaxes against the bed, seeming to think about it. Jolly tries not to distract him but it’s impossible for him to stop touching him, rucking his shirt up his chest and leaning down to drag his mouth over the skin he’d just been touching. Above him, Matt gasps and reaches down to grab onto a fistful of Jolly’s hair. He doesn’t pull, but it’s obvious he wants to.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Matt sighs and tries to push himself up, and Jolly lets him, taking the time to tug off Matt’s shirt and throw it aside before removing his own. His fingers tease over the fly of Matt’s pants, barely grazing the outline of his cock and watching avidly as his hips twitched up towards his touch.

“I want your hands on me, I want you to hold me down,” Matt says. Jolly looks up at him and starts to tell him they already are but Matt pushes himself up on his palms so that they’re close to each other again. “I want you inside me.”

 Swallowing hard, Jolly nods. He closes the distance between them again because he just has to kiss him, until they’re both gasping for air against each other’s mouths. They move apart long enough to get out of the rest of their clothes, and Jolly rifles through his bag to find a condom and lube. Matt gives him a look when he comes back to the bed, muttering something about being presumptuous, but he pulls him back in and kisses him.

“Lie back for me?”

Matt does as he asks, flopping back against the mattress. Jolly looks him over. He traces his fingers over the ink on his thigh, down to his knee and back up again, up higher to wrap a hand around Matt’s cock. He keeps his eyes on Matt’s face as he strokes him slowly, only stopping long enough to pop the cap on the lube and coat his hand. When he touches Matt again, he lets out a gasping sigh beneath him, arching into the mattress.

“Please,” Matt’s not quite begging, not this soon, but Jolly slows down his hand until he’s just holding him in his palm. “Come on, Joll, I want—”

“I know what you want. And I want you to be patient for me, pretty boy.” Jolly says.

He can feel the moment Matt completely gives himself over to him, very nearly melting into the bed. He nods slowly, and Jolly resumes his careful pace, his hand slowly twisting up and down his length. Matt fists his hands in the bedding, trying to stay still. When Jolly slides his fingers down and nudges two of them into Matt, he groans and tosses an arm over his eyes. He twists those fingers inside of him, wondering how the stretch feels for Matt.

“Feels good,” Matt mumbles, despite not looking at him. Jolly hadn’t realized he asked that question out loud. “You could give me more if you wanted.”

So Jolly does, pulling back enough to ease in a third finger. When Matt rocks down against his hand, Jolly can’t help but fold himself over his body and kiss him desperately. He rocks against Matt a few times, cocks sliding together and despite the awkward angle of his wrist he doesn’t stop until Matt is begging him for more than this.

He lets out a disappointed whine when Jolly pulls away and takes his fingers out, but Jolly wastes no time getting the condom on and lifting Matt’s hips to slide into him with a satisfied groan. He presses his forehead to the middle of Matt’s chest, just breathing for a minute as he gives Matt time to adjust. When he looks up, he sees Matt watching him, something in his expression that makes Jolly’s stomach twist. It looks a lot like love. It takes Jolly’s breath away and he slides deeper until there’s no space between them, fingers digging into Matt’s skin as if he could climb inside.

“Thought you were going to hold me down,” Matt’s voice is ragged and Jolly pulls back slowly, making sure that Matt feels it. “You don’t have to be considerate or careful with me.”

Jolly pulls Matt’s wrists above his head, pinning them together with one hand. Matt’s fingers tangle with his gratefully and he pushes his head back into the mattress, eyes fluttering closed as Jolly starts fucking him with sharp, hard thrusts. He makes sure that Matt feels it, every quick shove in, every slow drag out. He doesn’t want to hurt him, but he wants to remember it tomorrow.

“More,” Matt begs. He locks his legs around Jolly’s hips, meeting every movement with a roll of his hips. “Please please please…”

He keeps saying that one word and Jolly is losing his mind a little. Instead of reaching down and getting his hand around Matt’s cock like he probably thought he would, Jolly changes his mind and wraps his free hand around Matt’s throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, not yet.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and Matt nods rapidly.

“Yeah, yes,” he presses up a little into Jolly’s light grasp. “I trust you.”

Jolly’s grasp tightens minutely, fingertips digging into the sides of Matt’s neck. He sees his eyes roll back, feels the way he clenches down around his cock and digs his fingernails into Jolly’s hand. He can feel it as he tries to swallow, and Jolly waits a few more seconds before releasing his hold but nothing taking his hand away. Matt gasps for air and then turns his head, catching Jolly’s mouth in a kiss. Jolly can feel the noises trapped in his throat against his palm, and he sighs softly, pulling back to press his forehead to Matt’s.

“Again?”

Matt nods, and Jolly tightens his fingers again, the high whine that escapes Matt’s mouth making his stomach twist pleasantly. He pulls Matt tighter to his body, letting him rub off against him. He has no intentions of taking his hands off of him for anything. He looks down at Matt, takes in his flushed cheeks and the way he gasps for air through parted lips, eyes clenched closed tightly. He’s close to coming and he’s got a feeling that Matt isn’t that far behind him.

"Hey, look at me Matty?" The simple request makes Matt's eyes open and he clenches his fingers down on his throat once more, feeling the moment that Matt gives in and spills against his stomach. “There you go.”

He lets go of Matt’s neck completely, bringing his other hand up above their heads to join their clasped fingers, and he ruts into Matt desperately, chasing his own orgasm. Matt presses kisses against his chest, urging him on until he finally fell over the edge. He tries not to completely collapse down against him, but Matt gets his hands free and tugs him as close as possible, kissing him in the afterglow.

Eventually, they manage to move and get cleaned up. Jolly waits for it to get awkward, but that never happens. The two of them share a shower, and they find a restaurant that’s willing to deliver to the motel, ordering for themselves and for everyone else. He wonders how different things will be once they’re back out on the road, or back at home. He lets himself be distracted by going down to Noah and Nicholas’ room for food and a movie. He and Matt don’t act any different around each other, despite the slowly forming marks on Matt’s throat that no one else seems to notice and Jolly can’t stop staring at. He likes that there’s something for Matt to remember this by.

As if Matt can sense his wariness as they’re walking back to their room, he laces their fingers together, lifting their joined hands and pressing his lips to the ink on Jolly’s fingers.

“I’m kind of glad we got stranded.”

Jolly smiles, managing to get the door unlocked one handed before he pulls Matt inside. They’ve still got one more night here, and he plans to make the most of it.

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[dmc-tings]

Loved the take on not writing what you do not enjoy. It made me think, as though I hated Netflix Devil May Cry, I just cannot hate Dante. Anyway. I respect your opinion. So I'm requesting something and see if you're comfortable with it.

Can I request DMC 5 Dante who has a teenage daughter. How he reacts and navigates through challenges like her getting first period (her mother is around, but it's just she was not there when it happened), boys trying to hit on her (I mean she got Sparda genes and those beautiful white hair), her trying to experiment with wardrobe which might not be so appropriate for underage girl (I know Dante isn't one to care about what a girl wears, but from perspective of underage), or her trying to be very assertive about going on mission or worse wanting to see demon world.

I love detailed ones like this. Tee-hee

Im the eldest out if two. And my dad was a single parent so... I know the look of horror on a dad's face when it comes to this.

(Reader is F: afab and Dante's kid, so read appropriately. TW: menstrual times mentioned)

Dante: A Girl Dad

Alright. So. When is wife was on that bed, pushing YOU OUT, he didn't expect a girl.

Cue, the 6'5 devil hunter passing out

BIG THUMP

But he hopped back up like a champ when you cried out

DAD MODE ACTIVATED (He didn't know he had that one)

Yes. He lunged at the doctor, half-devil triggered

(SKIPPING FORWARD A BIT)

Oh. It started in 6th grade. You came home with, fucking, FUCKING VALENTINES

"Where..." *angry demon dad noises* "where'd you get all those sweetie?"

"Boys at school." You innocently spoke, dumping the ones without candy in the trash

He smiled at that. He didn't care if you played boys for money.

But when you came home with all sorts of gifts!? He went to the school and "Karened Out"

The superintendent had to get involved.

It was a fiasco in Redgrave

"Devil Hunter's Daughter: Off limits"

Hehe; until you got older

But... sadly, puberty isn't kind.

12. You were twelve years old

The morning hadn't gone well.

Your stomach hurt. And your body... just... wasn't right.

You told mom. And she looked you over sympathetically. Considering whether or not-

"Nah. She's fine." Papa Dante nodded.

(MIND YOU HE DID SMELL SOMETHING OFF ABOUT YOU LATELY. MOODY TEEN HE BRUSHED IT OFF, DESPITE MOM TELLING HIM SOMETHING WAS UP)

So you went to school

Then it happened, oh God.

You didn't even say anything to the teacher!

You thought you just needed to go to rhe bathroom

Only to... feel nauseous at the... blood.

It was blood from the... South end.

You always had your phone.

Can't call Mom. She's out on a mission.

There was no way in hell you'd call Vergil. Or Nero. Or- just none of them...

Too embarrassing

"Devil May-"

"Dad..."

Your cry made him fucking run colder than an icebox in an Alaskan blizzard

"Babycakes what's wrong."

You explained through your tears. You were so scared and it broke his heart.

He kept you on the phone. Scrambling through his wife's stuff. He grabbed the emergency box.

Clutch Mom. It was for this EXACT SITUATION!

"Im comin baby. Papa's coming."

He jumped right on whatever altered devil arm, and sped to the school

He raised hell. And they had a female office worker walk you to the front.

He ushered you to the bathroom.

And handed you the emergency bag.

When you came out he didn't say anything.

Hugs and promises to get you back home.

He signed you out and got you home

And that was that. He and mom tag teamed making sure you were well taken care of

Ah... but you're a Sparda.

While hands weren't thrown, attitudes were

It was cute, you walking around in princess dresses, tutu's, crowns and fairy wings... when you were little.

Hell, he could dress you like a lil boy and you were happy!

Now... it was all... the short skirts and... the tight jeans.

"Ah, where are you going?"

16. You were 16. Walking around like the strippers at Love Planet!

His heart broke, his lil girl was dressed so... promiscuously!

You rolled your eyes. He really was a vibe killer

"Dad. I'm just going to the mall."

Who gave you money? He was often broke.

Your fuckin mom... ugh.

"Lemme come with."

You just slammed the shop door, hopping into your friends car

Oh... he felt so left out... you used to be his best buddy...

You really hurt him

When you got home he was moping on the couch

The next day, your mom had talked to you.

You didn't mean to but he was so clingy with you. You didn't like it. And, you explained that to her

"Just talk to him about boundaries."

It was a long talk. But compromises happened: you dressed in APPROPRIATE clothes, and he backed off.

Sides, Dante was a laid back enough dad...

You didn't get a real boyfriend until you were 18

He... hated him. Yup. Dante hated the boy you brought home.

You were DANTE'S DAUGHTER: No matter what your mixed with that silver hair and blue eyes caught everyone's attention

So when you finally picked one... and you didn't pick a "cool" or "popular" guy

This dude was normal. He just... kind a was there

Dante was displeased. The boy was a loser.

Well... you argued he was a loser and her mom stayed with him

*Cue Mom smugly around the corner with wine*

Dante relented, learning that... you didn't pick a dummy

Your boyfriend, was actually really smart. Even Nico was impressed and let the guy tinker with devil arms...

Dante had to relent more... accepting the fact that the boyfriend was a good fit...

Speaking of devil arms...

Your 21st birthday; Dad had promised to let you start missions.

It was the family business and your boyfriend had been more than welcomed in the shop, working...

"Just... stick close kiddo, ok? Don't give your poor Papa and Mama heart attacks..."

You rolled your eyes

"I'll stick as close as possible Dad."

He looked... happy but worried.

You were armed as you liked

Devil arms you picked out or your boyfriend made for you, strapped to your body

Oh God he wished he would have left you home.

No. Not because you got hurt...

It was a swarm. A small damned army, that came for them when they attacked the nest.

And a brute almost caught you up

Dante took the full hit, but that didn't hurt either

What hurt was: you and your mother crying trying to shake him awake.

He grabbed both of you.

"Hey. Hey. A knock to the dome ain't enough to kill me. Ya'll know that..."

But he felt his heart sink at your sobs

He got scolded after the Queen was killed

You clung to him, almost everywhere he went.

For about a month, then he reassured you he'd not do something so dumb again...

He still didn't let you go on missions alone

But... of course, the universe has its own plans...

And he had to let you handle things, a big boss was in the next space... and while Nero and Vergil could handle it... He hesitated, leaving you alone.

Your mother was on the furthest side dealing with another breaching crowd of demons... Lady and Trish were on another set of ends...

"Dad. Go. I'll be ok."

He still didn't move. For once, he didn't have a smartass comment. The fear grabbed the air out of his lungs

"No."

He pushed you behind him.

"Im not leaving you alone."

One of the few times he dug his heels in, only for you take out his knees, and jump on his back, trapping him in a headlock

"You listen here, Old Man! You don't trust me?!"

GODDAMNED IT. YOU WERE YOUR MOTHER'S CHILD

he yanked you off him, sealing you with an arm lock

"No, kid... that ain't it."

How the fuck do you tell your kid, your daughter... You're scared?

You struggled like a pissed off kitten

"Then WHAT?"

Dante let you go.

When you sprang up, you glared at him

Only to see your dad, the Devil Hunter, afraid.

"I can't lose ya. You're too important."

He was shaking

You took a deep breath and walked up to him

"You've gotta trust me. Like you trust Mom. And she's fully human. That's gotta count right?"

Fuck... you had him there...

"Besides. Vergil and Nero sound like their getting beat down."

You gave him a small push.

He slowly started to walk... watching you as he backed away

You... definitely had alot of your Mom there... but alot of him.

He couldn't stop the stupid smile that crossed his face.

You were an adult.

Even more, he couldn't stop the stupid smile that stretched across his face

"I get it."

He did. You were an adult now.

By letting you handle your own, he was letting go a little bit more.

You were the blood of Sparda and he didn't train you for nothin.

[cryingpariah]

(The incredible Sneak-Wave Pirates belong to the equally incredible @inzendino !)

Jackie: Hello Hello!

Rein: If you weren’t a living compass, I’d be concerned you were something of a stalker.

Jackie: Oh I’m much too busy to stalk anyone, though I admit, I've been dying for an introduction to be made with your newest member.

Hati (bursting through door to the deck): Captain! I smell another person on board!

Jackie: Y'know, if it wasn’t for the Mink's uncanny sense of smell I’d be offended by that statement.

Hati: :0! You sound like the nice lady from the phone! Are you really here this time?

Jackie (sitting on deck to be at eye level): Live and in person. Nice to meet you Hati. May I ask what exactly you were smelling before?

Hati: You just don’t smell like anyone else on the ship! You smell like *sniffs* the wind, paper, ink and *pause, then sniff Jackie's bag* this one smells long.

Rein (staring at bag): Take this as a sign to clean your stuff more Jackie. Nothing in this world should smell long.

Hati (touching his snout): Maybe my nose is broken??

Jackie (patting Hati while sending a playful glare to Rein): Neither of those things are true. This bag is no ordinary bag so it lacks an ordinary smell. It’s eaten the Bottom-Bottom fruit and has become a Bottomless Bag. It can carry infinity.

Hati: :O!! That's so cool! Doesn’t that get heavy though?

Jackie: It is very cool! And not to worry, it’s also light as a feather regardless of its content. It’s quite literally the perfect accessory for a girl on the go and no Rein, it is absolutely not for sale.

Rein: Kohoko, am I that obvious! Just thinking about all the beri I could take with me…

Jackie (laughing): You have potentially the world's stealthy ship and a robot hand with almost half a thousand uses and you still need this bag? Does your greed know no end!

Rein: KOHOKO! OF COURSE IT DOESN’T!

Jackie: Hate to crush your dreams here but even if you could take it, you wouldn’t be able to use it anyway. The bag doesn’t open for anyone but the previous owner, who is dead of his own volition, and me.

Rein: Can’t believe you're presenting a master thief something that’s never been opened and not expect me to go for it.

Jackie (standing up) : I’m fully expecting it, just don’t want you to get your hopes up. Here are the ground rules: You have until I finish my lunch break (hour and a half) to open it, you may get assistance from your crewmates and weapons/DF abilities are allowed but if you rip the leather I’m charging you for it.

Rein (nodding along): All fair. What happens if I do the impossible?

Jackie: Guess we have no choice then to fight to the (not) death for it. *pulls out lunch from bag and hands it to Rein* Have at it big guy.

Rein: Mono! Sol! Jolene! Need you on the deck pronto!

[Mild time jump]

Rein: …And we have until she finishes her lunch so let’s give it all we got!

Jolene: Sorry kid but we're definitely taking the infinite booze bag!

Sol: SHIKIKIKI! YOU MEAN THE INFINITE WEAPON BAG!

Mono: C-can it really hold anything anything like.. *gulp* people?

Jackie (unscrewing thermos): Could probably fit a giant in there but I have no idea if there’s air so I haven’t tried. Also your time start 27 seconds ago.

Rein: Alright, let’s do this!

[Montage of the Sneak-Waves trying to open the infinite bag while Jackie and Hati chat and split Jackie's lunch.]

Hati: Thank you for the food Miss Jackie!

Jackie: Not a problem, I’m just glad you liked it. Here *passes over a brownie* something sweet for after dinner.

Jackie (loudly speaking): I do believe your time is up!

[Jackie walks over to the now disheveled Sneak Waves and gently takes the bag, looking down to see Sol hanging off it with her teeth.]

Jackie: Kinda need this back now.

Sol: *indecipherable shouting*

Rein: It’s alright Sunny, we tried our best. *carefully wrenches Sol off the bag and into his hand*

Jolene/Jackie: 😏😏/👁️👁️

Sol (red-faced): SHIKIKI! STOP LOOKING AT ME!

Rein: I guess that’s it. My dreams of the infinite money bag are over…

Hati: *patting Rein's leg* Sorry Captain.

Jackie (putting thermos back into bag and walking off): Who’s to say really. If you were to get me another great story like Grand Tesoro, you might catch me during another lunch break.

Rein (perking up): Kohoko! You’ve got yourself a deal! Prepare for stories that’ll blow your mind!

Jackie: Counting on it Captain.

[theredtours]

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[autism-corner]

THOSE FOOLS

[spocksbedsidemanner]

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[ratherchili]

𖹭 cw: fluff, suggestive, mdni

You really threw a wrench in mean bf sukuna's plans when you totally forgot about Valentine's day. You told him from the start that you didn't care about stuff like that, but he thought you were just playing the Cool Girl™. Realistically, all girls care about that shit. It's ingrained in their fluffy, pink, little brains, right? You're going to be mad as hell when he tricks you into believing he's completely ignored your first Valentine's day together.

That works just fine for mean bf sukuna, who just so happens to think you're super hot when you're mad. So, he ignores you all day while he shops. He smirks to himself as he thinks about how you must be scowling at your phone screen, waiting for a text that never comes. He outright laughs when he imagines the shock on your face when you see what he has planned for you. Maybe you'll do that thing where you bang your fists on his chest while he pulls your body against his. Maybe your eyes will be shiny with tears when you look up at him and say, "I thought you forgot!"

Turns out he's the one scowling at the screen when the whole day passes without a peep from you until you text him "picking me up?" Just before your shift ends.

"Yeah, I guess," he grumbles as he types it out. What kind of passive aggressive, feminine sorcery is this anyway?

His scowl only deepens as he listens to you chatter on about your busy day the whole ride home. You don't seem angry at all. In fact, you plop down next to him on the couch, as usual, practically sitting on top of him as you giggle at the TV and dig into your dinner. You don't even notice that he hasn't touched his own food. He's actually getting pissed in a serious way. And he looks it, even more so than usual, you notice. You fucking finally notice. "What's your problem?" You ask around a mouthful of your favorite takeout.

"Tch, nothing," he says, crossing his arms and looking away. Is he... is he really pouting?

"If you say so," you shrug. You know better than to press him too much, unless you want him angrier and even less prone to discussion. "I'm gonna get changed," you say as you stand to head towards the bedroom.

"No!" He says, just a little too loud.

"Why not?" You ask narrowing your eyes at him over your shoulder.

He would have physically stopped you, but you're a little too small and a little too quick not to slip through his grasping fingers.

"What's all this?" You ask, standing in your bedroom doorway staring at the array of pink and red bags, flowers, your favorite candies and snacks.

mean bf sukuna winces at the sight of the veritable mountain of gifts he had spent the day heaping on the linens. He may have gotten a little carried away, but he kept thinking of things. That bag you pointed out at the mall. And the necklace. And the sunglasses. Then he remembered you said you wanted to go to that concert, so he got tucked the tickets into your card. Then he thought you'd want to wear those shoes you pointed out.

"Oh, my god," you say in a small voice. "It's Valentine's day. I totally forgot."

You turn to him, but the apology that was on your lips dies in a fit of laughter when you see his face is as red as the gift wrap.

"You'll pay for that, brat," he growls as he tosses you right on top of the pile, fully intent on getting his money's worth out of you.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Imagine this

I've been reading some of this good fics about Yandere Batfam x neglected Reader and it got me thinking.

In some of this fic, usually it's Alfred that has given the reader some love and have not neglected the poor thing and I was like,

What if Reader is still neglected by the batfam but Alfred gave them enough love so much that reader just decided to stay just for Alfred and Reader really just treated Alfred as their real Father or Grandfather.

Where Reader just let go of any expectation from getting attention from the others and just strive to make Alfred proud and happy.

How the turns have table

Imagine reader walking pass the others not bothering to greet them as they look for Alfred instead and other stuff.

Dick seeing them practically skipping as they clutch on a medal hanging on their neck.

"Woah hey!-...um whatcha got-". He tries to say but doesn't get any answers because you were busy muttering to yourself 'I got first place! I have to show this to Alfred!' as you giggle while looking down at the medal and sprint away when you see a glimpse of the butler at the distance.

How instead of begging for the others to train you and become a vigilante, you ask Alfred to train you for self-defense (especially the stuff from his spy days).

Jason was the first to arrive at the manor when the team heard about some intruders getting in but halted when he sees you tying up the unconscious thugs on the floor.

"Hey Alfred is this right?". You didn't pay them any mind when some of them pile in as you pay attention to Alfred who was praising you and giving you more good defense tips while you and him pull the unconscious people out.

How you spend healthy family time with Alfred by helping him in cooking and chores that earns you some knowledge of the recipes from his famous dishes.

Tim was trying to grab a coffee when he sees you having a fun time with Alfred as you skillfully prepare for dinner and actually have good laughs with him.

"Okay, then after I fold this I should add some paprika, right?". You ask the butler as he smiles at you while sipping on the tea that you made for him.

"Yes, you're correct once again young miss/master". He said while humming after drinking the tea indicating how good it is.

Tim can practically see you lighting up as you cheered a 'yes!' from Alfred's confirmation.

How you revolved your time and passion to Alfred and actually deciding that only Alfred is the one you should waste your time on.

Damian wonders around the manor when you and him bump into one another.

"And what are YOU doing walking around MY Father's manor?". He asks while glaring at you.

you just sigh and turn while clutching away the art supplies you bought so you can paint in the garden with Alfred.

"Walking away from you that's what I'm doing". you tell him as you turn the other way not even bothering to argue with the boy anymore.

How you do well in your studies and aim to get a good degree/phd and act like a proper man/lady but not because you want to keep up to being a Wayne but to see Alfred's proud face as he watches you stand on the stage as you show him your diploma/degree certificate.

Bruce decided to take a walk from sitting down for too long when he walk pass a framed picture on the hallway near Alfred's room and double takes when he sees you and Alfred standing together with while you were wearing a toga and cap holding not just any graduation certificate but a college one as the both of you look so happy and him seeing Alfred having that loving and well pleased expression something he rarely sees from Alfred after becoming the crusading dark knight.

Looking at the date he couldn't believe that it has been more that a few years since the graduation happened.

All of the family who used to ignore you suddenly took a different turn and started to try and get your attention but they fail to see that you already moved on from them and only cared about the one person that have literally loved you from the beginning.

Bonus:

Imagine Thomas and Martha Wayne was mysteriously revived for a day and met the family but was deeply disappointed to the others and took a special liking to reader because Alfred has said many good things about them and them especially getting many good degrees something that the rest haven't gotten yet or never bothered to get (this is my hot take because my family are hellbent on us cousins to finish school) and you know for a fact that Alfred is really REALLY proud of the kid that he raised preciously

[sensitivegoblin]

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