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toorusluvr · 4 months ago

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... 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

characters: sylus (love and deepspace) x f!reader

content warnings: vaginal penetration sex + p in v + cowgirl position + mirror sex + sylus being cocky and sarcastic + kneeling sex + missionary sex + unprotected sex + not proofread lol i'm sorry this was written on a whim

notes from nis: my first ever sylus smut lol he has been on my mind ever since the first day he was announced! he has no business being this hot! anyway, if you're also a haikyuu fan pls check out my series featuring iwaizumi hajime ehe. as usual, your likes, reblogs, and comments are very much appreciated! <333 listen to around me - metro boomin ft. don toliver while reading! (only bcs i listened to it on repeat while writing this it's my new fav song atm!!)

sylus who got really interested and was in awe the entire time you were riding him. sylus sees himself as someone who would rather take the initiative in everything that he does, especially sex. after all, he always carries this dominating aura to wherever he goes. but he's not dumb enough to turn down his sweet little girlfriend's intriguing offer to be on top. you wanna show him? go ahead, sweetie. he's your audience and he wants you to entertain him. stun him, make him praise you.

what got sylus going was how enthusiastic you looked when you were on top of him, riding him to the extent your legs were sore enough to walk the moment after. sylus's cock was big and thick. it was no picnic to be on top, taking all of him while trying to work on your hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. you whimpered and moaned endlessly. from grinding to bouncing on his cock but he never once interrupted your hard work.

"mm, sylus, please. need you," you whined, hips stuttering to continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock. it's been almost half an hour but your orgasm was so close yet so far. sylus knew you were starting to get desperate to come, to chase that high you were desperate for. but, he needed you to last longer so you know he won't be giving in to you easily.

sylus's laugh was deep and warm, like the gentle roll of thunder. his eyes crinkled and his shoulders shook as his chuckles filled the room. "sweetie, you know the drills when you got on top of me. why don't you be a good girl and finish what you started, hm?" his hand then smacked your bottom as a sign of disapproval. seemed like sylus wasn't too happy when you were whining to him.

you threw your head back, groaning in frustration. this man wouldn't let you give up easily. said that you must persevere no matter what the occasions are. you must rise and be the strongest. but not like this! not when you were vulnerable, aching and desperate for him to take control.

both your hands were now planted on his sculpted chest. his chest glistened with sweat, a bit slippery for you to hold. you then moved closer, your tits pressed against his chest. your arms circled around his broad shoulders. sylus shifted uncomfortably beneath you as he felt your hardened nipples brushed against his sensitive chest. fuck.

again, you rocked your hips, slowly grinding on his cock filling you up so good. all warm and thick inside of you. there was a large full-length mirror next to his bed. from ceiling to floor kind of mirror. he installed it long time ago but you never knew what purpose does it serve. maybe now it finally clicked in your mind.

you've always enjoyed seeing yourself in the mirror or any other reflective surface. maybe this moment needed you to focus on yourself instead of the man underneath you. slowly, you got up. your attention was no longer on sylus but the mirror next to the bed. sylus then shifted his gaze towards the mirror too. now, both of you were staring into each other's eyes through the reflection.

your naked bodies exposed, displaying your most intimate time together. slowly, you rocked your hips, trying to find your rhythm. the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive spot with each thrust. your soft yet heavy pants coming from you filled sylus's room. the man didn't even bat an eye at your noises. his hands then moved to your waist, keeping your hips steady.

since sylus won't take control, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. you know too well he'd end up a whining mess if you started bouncing on his cock. since he was too smug to help you, you planted both your hands on his lower abdomen. your hips moved sensually, grinding on him slowly before you got on your knees and moved up and down his cock. sylus let out a staggered breath once he felt your cunt clenched tightly around his aroused cock.

his larger hands had a firm grip on your waist. he didn't even have to guide your hips now that you did it all by yourself. you alternate between grinding and bouncing up and down his cock. sylus let out soft grunts when your hips started moving faster, just fucking yourself with his cock. what pissed him off was that your attention wasn't even on him but the stupid mirror.

you looked at your drop dead gorgeous reflection in the mirror, bouncing up and down his cock. your tits jiggled with each bounce. you whimpered pathetically at the way his cock nudged your most sensitive spot. "fuck me," you muttered under your breath.

sylus's eyebrows knitted as he grumbled, "you're already doing that, sweetie. using my cock like a sex toy, huh?"

still, you weren't looking at him. he got frustrated so he flipped both of you over. he had the upper hand and he used it to his advantage. he couldn't stand not looking at you in the eyes. to not have your attention on him is fatal to him. sylus needs those beautiful pair of eyes to be on him at all times.

you squealed the moment he used his force to flip you guys over. your back pressed against his bed, his height towered over you. "what's so interesting about that mirror, hm? i need your eyes on me, kitten," he spoke in between sharp intakes of breath, each exhalation coming out raggedly.

sylus's thrust was merciless. he kept fucking you like tomorrow doesn't exist. his patience runs thin when he's inside you. he loves taking his time with you but now, he just wants to make you a crying mess. you stumbled upon your words, unable to speak when your cunt being stretched by his thick cock.

you clawed against his back. several faint scratches decorating his muscular back. "fuck, sylus! give me more, please!"

sylus then cupped your chin when you had your eyes shut. he tightened the hold on your cheeks, "open your eyes, sweetie. i need your eyes on me or else i'll leave you high and dry. eyes on me, sweetie. it's now or never." sylus's voice was a dark, smooth blend of sensuality and power, each words punctuated with a commanding edge. typical sylus.

feeling so dazed in your lust, you slowly opened your eyes. his handsome face came into your sight. hair all messy and some strands were sticking to his forehead that was glistened with sweats. he smirked, crimson eyes looking down at you. his gaze filled with hidden desires.

sylus once again flipped both of you over. this time, he got you on all fours, positioning you in front of the mirror. you gasped loudly when he didn't give you any break from his punishing thrusts. at this point, your cunt could remember his cock so damn well. you tried hanging your head low, shying away from the intense gaze sylus was giving you. but he tugged on your hair, making you squeal.

it's like he had you on a leash with the way he tugged on your hair. not until he pressed your back against his front. now both of you were skin to skin again. sylus's ragged breaths felt warm, tingling your ear. you gulped hard. the heat radiating from sylus's body engulfed your skin. sweats started to run along your back. both of you were sweaty and satiated but no one had their first orgasm yet.

"fuck, look at you, sweetie. looking grumpy just because you cannot make yourself come, hm?" sylus's words taunted you. a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips seeing your frustrated expression. yeah, he hit a nail with that one. "my cock is not good enough for you, sweetie?"

you wanted to tell him to shut his mouth but that would be fatal. nah, he won't kill you. he loves you too much. still. you don't dare to go that route yet. "please, sy. i'm tired," you tried bargaining. a negotiation with the devil? yeah, best of luck to that.

sylus scoffed. his jaw ticked at your pitiful plea. "no, not yet, sweetie," he groaned, head thrown back. sylus stifled the rising impulses to come inside you, but he pushed them down with deliberate effort to maintain control over his cold reactions. "ah, fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he fucked you hard and fast, to the point you got overstimulated and tears started streaming down your face. sylus made you watch you cried your eyes out while being pounded relentlessly. your tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. it was sinful, really. but the devil has seen worse. this was blissful. a piece of heaven he could get.

"ah, sylus!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. sylus's hand reached down to cup your pussy, thumb ghosted over your clit. he let his touch lingered there for a while. eventually, he started to draw circles on your puffy clit, waiting for your orgasm to break loose. your breaths came in erratic bursts, each one uneven and sharp as if you were struggling to catch up.

sylus felt the way your pussy clenched around his cock so tightly, it might never want to leave. it was pushing him to his limits too. fuck fuck fuck. he couldn't do this dance any longer. he pushed your body down to the bed, pressing on your back as you arched your back for him. his cock pounded your pussy harder that each breath that came out of you felt hard. you cried with each breath until your orgasm finally broke, releasing the high and endorphins all over the system.

"fuck," you sobbed as you gathered your breath slowly. sylus fucks like a mad man. but he was yet to come so he used you, he used your pussy until his come, hot and thick, filling your womb to the brim. though a wave of dizziness threatened to overtake him, sylus steadied himself and pushed through, determined to check on his girlfriend.

"fuck, sweetie. you were..." he ran out of words. but sylus managed to pick where he left off, "you were so good for me."

you let out a breathless chuckle, "you must persevere, yeah sure i did, babe."

sylus's chuckle was a deep, gravelly rumble, each note rasping out with a rich, textured quality. "mhm, using my words against me, sweetie? have i underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?"

he then laid you down on his bed, limbs tangled with each other. both of you tried to gather your consciousness and breath together. "love to see you get all worked up, sweetie," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. "like a feisty kitten." you then hit him on the chest. what a way to ruin your post-orgasmic bliss. sylus must be tone deaf since he cannot read the room at all. but he's a damn good guy when he wants to be and you happen to love both his good and bad sides. that's what makes him even more special.

divider creds to cafekitsune <3

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #lads sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #lnds smut #sylus x reader #sylus smut

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rainyorca · 4 months ago

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You know I love you girl 𓇼 Kenji Sato X Reader

Content warnings: F!reader, hurt, comfort, established relationship, smut, pnv, cunnilings.

Words: 2,029

Notes: Probably my last short one until I finish my long form one. Anyways, I am all about soft kenji so pls enjoy <33.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼

Sometimes, not so often, you and Kenji will get into these little disagreements, simple fights in other words. And sometimes, neither of you will apologize, you’ll both go to sleep angry, backs facing each other rather than holding each other. You both need your space after fights, a little time to really sit and think, and then you’ll apologize or he’ll apologize and things will be back to normal.

But recently, you got upset about something that started this whole problem. You can put up with Kenji’s life as a celebrity, him taking pictures with fans and doing the whole sports celebrity thing but him being gone all the time bothers you a bit. You were fine with it before but something about it just really grinds your gears now. You don't say anything about it at first, that is until he tells you a specific time he's coming home, and then he comes home hours later without saying a word. The first time it happened you brushed it off, he apologized, explained what happened and that was that.

However, around the fourth time, you explained to him why it was making you upset, and asked him why he kept forgetting to let you know. Kenji isn't a cheater, you know that very well, he would never do anything like that to you but you just can't help but wonder what he's up to.

“I don't understand why it's so hard to at least send me a text,” you say, your tone firm but voice rather soft. You never yell, rarely ever raise your voice, Kenji is the same way except sometimes he can get a little carried away. “I just dont see the problem, you have my location,” he points out, the tone of his voice makes you nearly lose it. You two had been going at it for thirty minutes now and you were about fed up, tired of his excuses. “It doesn't matter that I have your location,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest, “It’s still important that you tell me you're gonna be a little late, if you just sent me a text, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.” Some harsh words were said from the both of you, the argument about his absence turning into a fight about a plethora of other things. Eventually you gave up, frustrated and upset, eyes stinging with tears, you decided to go to bed a little earlier that night.

About an hour later, you're still awake, staring at the dark ceiling. You left the curtains open to let some cool light from the city and moon pour in. The familiar click of the door opening could be heard throughout the silent room, you turn around, back facing the door to avoid any contact. Kenji stands in the doorway, shirtless, the scent of his body wash rushes into the room, sea salt and cedar. He stares at your backside covered by the silk blankets, a pang of guilt stabs him in the heart. You hear the door close softly, squeezing your eyes shut to pretend you're asleep as he gets in bed with you. His eyes linger on your face for a while.

“I know you’re awake,” he says, sitting up right in the bed, “I’ve seen you asleep thousands of times and I know your face doesn't look anything like that.” His words make you sigh, opening your tired eyes slowly, glaring at him. He feels bad, you can tell just by the way he's staring down at you. “Look, I'm sorry,” he finally says, “I know I should text you when I'm gonna be longer, and honestly I get a little tired of being out all the time.”

“I wish I could be here with you every moment of the day and night,” he continues, reaching under the blanket and grabbing one of your hands, “and I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean any of it.” He places a gentle kiss on your palm, his lips soft against your skin. You think for a moment, appreciating the fact that he's apologizing even if it's an hour later. “I'm sorry too,” you say softly, voice muffled, “I just wish I could spend more time with you.”

“I know,” he hums, “I do too.” You stare at each other for a minute in silence before Kenji suddenly pulls the blanket down lower on your body. A smile graces his face when he sees you wearing one of his shirts, he toys with the fabric momentarily before gently pushing you onto your back. Before you can say anything he crawls on top of you, pressing his lips onto your forehead before grabbing your waist and scooting you up further on your pillow a bit. Kenji was rather skilled with his hands, and his silence. He was practically fluent in touches, enough to make you forget the events of what happened earlier. His lips travel to your neck as his hands explore your somewhat exposed body, running them up through the shirt and then down to your bare thighs. His breath gentle against your supple neck, nipping and kissing at your wonderful skin. He pulls away, trailing kisses down to where the shirt starts and then he sits up, nestling himself between your legs and placing gentle, mellow kisses on your legs. It's not long before he reaches your thighs, giving them the same treatment he had the rest of your body. He places his hands on your thighs, holding your legs open and rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

His lithe fingers curl under your panties suddenly, moving them to the side. It catches you off guard, so naturally you flinch, looking down at him with glossed over eyes. “Relax,” he breathes, his breath fanning over your already soaked cunt, “I just wanna make it up to you.” You watch him open his mouth slowly, sticking his tongue out and pressing it against your clit. The feeling makes you twitch and you lay your head on the pillow with a quiet whimper. You feel him wrap his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking and licking softly. He was without a doubt, so excellently skilled at this, you would mark it as another language he was fluent in. Surrounded by your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin and leaving red marks with his short nails, his mouth working at your core. Everything about this moment had you on edge. His tongue eventually slips into your cunt, keeping a reasonable pace as he watches you writhe simply because of his mouth.

He gasps into your cunt, pulling away briefly before burying his head between your legs again. His eyes closed, determined expression written all over his slicked face. At this point, hungrily, rolling your hips into his mouth, his nose bumping your clit ever so often. He reaches up, pressing a hand on your stomach. “Stop moving, love,” he breathes, pulling away from your weeping cunt, “let me take care of you.” Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling on his black locks when his mouth meets your cunt again.

“Kenji,” you breathe, your head moving side to side on the satin pillow. The familiar heat pools in your stomach, threatening to release in an intense orgasm, but the feeling is pulled away from you along with Kenji’s mouth. “I know, I know,” he says softly when you let out a noise of protest, “I’ll let you feel it in a minute.” You watch him tug his sweats off, along with his boxers. He grabs his cock with a large hand, angling so his flushed tip rubs against your dripping entrance. He leans down, his lips graze over your neck. You tilt your head up, sucking in a breath when you feel him slide into you. “Fuck,” he sighs, a grin appearing on his sculpted face, “it’s been so long.” His breathing is shaky as he slides deeper into you, filling you to the brim until his tip nuzzles just perfectly against your sweet spot. He stretches you out pleasantly, your plush walls already tightening around him. You see his adam's apple bob with a swallow, his eyes trained on your face, focused on your contorted expression of pleasure. A whimper slips off your tongue as he pulls out slowly before pressing back in. Your eyes close as he continues to thrust into you, mouth open in a silent moan.

With every slow, deep thrust of his hips, stars blur your vision, eyes watering as he fucks the tears out of you. “Ken–” you whine, breathless and quiet, each stroke practically taking your breath away. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he says, his voice hoarse but gentle. Another deep thrust, hitting your sweet spot perfectly makes you cry out, reaching up and digging your nails into his back. The feeling of your nails makes goosebumps rise on his skin, knowing that you're gonna leave marks for him to see in the morning. He smiles, completely drunk on the feeling of your warm cunt, a quiet chuckle, barely audible, heard from his filthy lips.

“Even when im gone,” he groans, fucking into you with a bit of a quicker pace now, but not too fast, “when im busy, you know I still think about you. You’re always on my mind.” The sound of his groans fills the room, mixed with your soft moans. “You feel so good,” he grunts, his hips connecting to yours before pulling back slowly, “seriously, all I think about is you and this perfect cunt that I’ve missed so much.”

His soft, wet lips graze yours, making you open your lidded eyes. “Kiss me,” he says, firmly, “please, hm?” His little hum makes you lose your mind, you love it when he does that. You cup his face, pulling him down just a bit until your lips finally connect. He moans into your mouth, slipping his tongue inside by force almost. Your back arches, thighs tighten as he continues to repeatedly hit that sweet spot in you.

The heat pools inside you again, your moans and ragged breathing picking up in volume, his thrusts still continuing at the same, even pace. “Kenji—ah—fuck, Kenji—!” You mewl, throwing your head back, parting from the heated kiss with him. “Gonna cum for me?” He says, dirty but still in that same gentle tone, “hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp out, “ah, yes.” He smiles again, your whiny pleads sending shivers down his spine as the pleasure climbs up yours. Your plush walls tighten around him like a vice as your climax builds up in you. “Good girl, cum for me” he whispers, his lips trailing up the line of your jaw. It’s almost as if those simple words were the signal for you, because seconds later your peak crests and you cum all over his cock. You cry out for him, desperately arching your back and scratching lines into his with your nails. He continues to thrust into you, drawing out your orgasm as your tears fall just as they had before. At this point, you're too blinded by your orgasm and his cock to even tell if he’s cumming himself.

Your whole body shudders as you come to rest back on the bed, the silk sheets sticking to your sweaty skin. He sits up, staring at your fucked out state. Your chest rises slowly as you attempt to chase your breath, your eyes shut tightly, mouth open and brows furrowed. Both your arms sprawled out about your head, twitching as you came down from your release. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, still watching your face for any change. He gets up, leaving the room momentarily before returning with a towel, carefully and gently, he removes your panties and cleans you up before cleaning himself up. He gets you a new pair of panties before snuggling back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms tightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, pulling him in even tighter.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼

#ken sato #ken sato x reader #kenji sato #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato smut #⋆｡𖦹°‧ukume!#ken sato smut #ultraman rising

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mxqdii · 1 year ago

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Theodore nott or Mattheo riddle x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and maybe soft smut and she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-) can it be a longer fic?

I love ur work so so so much!!

the tension - m.s (18+)

pairings: mattheo riddle x gryffindor reader

summary: i know it's wrong, but it feels so right.

warning(s): hand kink, hickeys, kissing, dry humping

(this fic is giving slow down by chase atlantic)

not proofread

the smoke of mattheo's cigarette making the air thick and hazy, me sat in his lap reading my book.

we have a little challenge going on at the moment, which was his stupid idea

basically we see who can last the longest without kissing, sex, touching.

it's one hell of a teasing game

i let out a shakey breath as i turn the page of my book, mattheos hands on my thighs.

his thumb starts making circular motions, moving closer to my inner thigh.

my breath hitches and i can almost feel the smirk on his face

"mattheo.." i say shakily

"what is it princess?" he asks

i sigh, trying to shift my attention back onto the book, but getting distracted by his fingers, the veins on his arms, everything about him.

"see something you like?" he says and i grab his hand, staring in amusment.

i trail my fingers over the veins, going all the way up to his upper arm

"oh so thats what you're into?" he says, throwing the book somewhere across the room.

he flips me over, hovering over me, my hands pinned.

"the bet" i remind him, which was a mistake

his hands start trailing all over my body, making me feel overheated

"mm, i'm sorry princess but i'm not one to loose a bet i made, so either give in or we might just have to continue reading" he says and i groan

"oh thats right, gryffindors are supposed to have determination right? thats a shame on your part" he says, getting off of me making me scoff

"mattheo that is not fair!" i whine and he looks at me in confusion

"it's the deal we made" he responds and i roll my eyes

i try to ignore that feeling in my stomach, but i can't i need his hands, all over me.

i need to feel him.

i hesitatingly get up and throw a leg across mattheo's lap, straddling him

his hands grab my waist and my desire fills more and more with lust

"fuck the bet mattheo, i loose okay? i loose-" before even finishing my sentence, he grabs the back of my hair, pulling me in to kiss him

the desire that was originally on my lips now soothing, letting myself go on autopilot as he takes over.

he flips me over again, him now being on top of me

he starts trailing kisses down my neck as i let out heavy breaths

i've been without him for so long, the feeling of him on top of me enough to leave me sated.

he takes his shirt off as well as mine and he grabs my hips, sitting me on top of his lap, this time facing him

his hands glued on my waist as he starts kissing my neck again, causing me to jut my hips forward.

all of a sudden, i start grinding on him, his hands guiding me through it.

"fuck dont stop" he hisses in pleasure

i feel that knot in my stomach forming quicker than expected, tolerance to pleasure not as high as it used to be because of the bet

i throw my head back, trying to keep quiet

"let me hear you" he says and i let out a whine, our thrusts in rhythm now, hitting my heat perfectly.

"i-i-" i try to speak but fail, the pleasure being overwhelming

"cum for me baby" he whispers in my ear

feeling every part of my body tense up, speeding up to meet an unforgiving pace.

his hands gripping harder on my waist send me and him over the edge, letting go completely.

he groans, cursing out profanities and i let out a long whine

i rest my head on his chest, letting out shakey breaths

"good girl" he says, stroking my hair.

i don't know how i lasted through that bet, i'm never gonna be able to go a day without mattheo again.

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pinkgy · 9 months ago

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Hiiiii, I really enjoy your works, and hope that you're still taking requests. (Oh and sorry since English is not my first language, hope that you can understand what I'm saying :'3)

If you fine with taking request, I have this little imagination about WHB: Fem!MC love to sleep naked, and when she in hell, she often takes off her clothes while still in deep sleep. How about some reactions from the kings (and Lucifer pls) when they wake up and see MC naked in front of their eyes?

Will they be a little gentleman and roll her into a kimbap roll, or maybe something steamy will happen? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Thank you so much for writing about WHB!!

Have a great day!

Hi Anon! Don't worry, I totally got your idea, English is not my first language either so I get you :/

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it. ♡

I went a little overboard with lucifer, but I hope there's no problem with that.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙"

GN! Pronouns + Slights mentions of Fem Anatomy

𝗖𝗪: Perv Kings, Slight somnophilia, but it’s consented, Leviathan is a bit OOC at the end, Rough Oral Sex M Receiving, Intergluteal Sex, use of Petnames (that’s my way to avoid using Y/N and Reader)

Filth (Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mammon)

No Filth (Satan, Leviathan)

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, and someone really clingy too, he could be holding you tightly and will never notice that you are taking off your clothes, so you being completely bare in front of him would be really sudden for him.

⁂ It takes him a few seconds to assimilate everything when one day he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, why does your body feel so warm ? Satan raises his hand that had wrapped around your waist and caresses your body to find out that effectively, you were naked.

⁂ After a few seconds, Satan, somnolently lifts the sheets to find your body deep asleep and completely bare, and suddenly, he’s no longer sleepy.

⁂ For one moment the blood from his head went to his other head, your boobs were pressed between your arms since you were sleeping on your side and your bare pussy was fully exposed to him, and as he looked at the bed, your clothes were all scattered around it.

⁂ But at the same time, you looked so peaceful while sleeping, and waking you up just to relieve his perversions felt like a crime, he could do better, and at the end of the day, you were his, if he wanted he could do anything to you, but once the morning rises and you are both awake.

⁂ So he slapped his face, went to take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, drank cold water, came back to the bed and cuddled you as if nothing happened

“You turn me on just by looking at you naked as if I’ve never seen you that way a thousand times before, you got me down bad”

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, but with Mammon, it's straight-up impossible to wake him up and he only gets out of his bed if he has to go to the bathroom.

⁂ One morning he wakes up with you facing your back to him, since your shoulders were uncovered he thought you were wearing a tank top, but wait, you were wearing a full pajama set that he gave you as a gift.

⁂ When he realized he quickly in one swift movement pulled the sheets off your body, and there you were, fully naked, and now not only your back was facing him, but you beautiful ass too.

⁂ As if it moved by itself, he put his wide hand on your asscheeks, and he slowly moved his middle finger above your butt crack, provoking a tickle to run down your spine which made you shiver in your sleep.

⁂ Mammon didn't think twice and and slowly put his wide body against yours, making sure that his now hard dick was firmly against your ass, he tried to shuffle his hips so he could nestle his hard-on between your asscheeks but that only caused you to almost wake up.

⁂ After a few minutes of pondering whether he should wake you up or not, he decided to leave that up to fate, so he carefully pulled down his underwear a little, just enough to free his cock, and slowly began to push his cock between your buttocks, simulating a penetration.

⁂ Of course you eventually woke up, you had an overly aroused demon using your asscheeks as a fleshlight and whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your ear

��It took you some time to wake up, that’s good, I wouldn't want to cum without being inside you, would you let me in now pretty ?”

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

⁂ There’s no morning in which Beelzebub doesn’t wake up with a hard-on, and that makes him someone who is constantly looking for morning sex, and as someone who sleeps naked, he makes it really obvious that he wants you.

⁂ When he woke up one morning with your pajama top hanging from his horn and your fully naked body completely passed out beside him, he was not surprised, he was delighted.

⁂ That morning you wake up by feeling something touching your cheek, maybe it was Beelzebub kissing you, he was particularly clingy in the mornings so it wouldn’t be unusual, never in a million years you would’ve imagined that the thing touching your cheek was his leaking cock.

⁂ Once Beelzebub realized you were fully awake he put his tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cup in them, and all you could do was try to process the situation.

“Good morning beautiful, you are so provoking, look how you got me, now you gotta be responsible”

⁂ Beelzebub crouched down a bit and took your cheeks between his hand, pursing your lips making you mouth open slightly, enough for him to push part of his tip inside your mouth.

⁂ Maybe you were too sleepy to notice, but once you were fully conscious of the situation, Beelzebub was jackhammering his cock in your mouth, you chin and part of your chest were covered in a mix of your spit and pre cum (or cum, who knows if he already came in your mouth) and your head was being held by each side by his strong hands.

“Please let me use this pretty mouth of yours for a little longer, it’s so addicting, once I start I wish I could stay here forever”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

⁂ Levi is not someone too cuddly when he sleeps, he even tends to be rather distant, so he wouldn't notice your body tossing and turning in bed while taking your clothes off.

⁂ He's someone who takes his sweet time to wake up, and opening his eyes one morning just to have as the first thing he sees your naked body in front of him making its way to the bathroom was some big surprise.

⁂ He's left confused, he cannot process why you're naked so suddenly, so once you get out of the bathroom the first thing you encounter is a sleepy leviathan sitting in the bed glaring at you.

"Leviathan, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, you"

⁂ Surprisingly, he stands up from the bed and begins to take his clothes off too while maintaining eye contact with you, and once you’re both fully bare, he lies back down on the bed, patting the side where you usually sleep.

“We’re both going to sleep naked today, not only you, now get on the bed before I hang you”

⁂ You better get on the bed quickly, and once you do Leviathan will spoon you tightly using as an excuse that he doesn't want you to get out of bed again.

⁂ Leviathan likes the intimacy of sleeping naked with you, he feels it makes you closer than you already are, and in general, it’s comforting to him.

⁂ He likes this little habit of yours.

“Maybe if I hug you tighter you might stay with me for a little longer, so please let me be this close to you more often”

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⁂ He’s a veeeeery light sleeper, even the slightest movement you make in your sleep wakes him up, so you can be sure he's going to notice when you start taking your clothes off.

⁂ And what is he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, he'll just watch as you slowly begin to remove each piece of your pajamas part by part, he will not even help you when he notices that you’re having trouble removing a piece, and he’ll simply sit on the bed and watch you, and may even remove the sheet from your body to see you more clearly.

⁂ Lucifer also has a very good sense of smell, it's just a matter of the slightest whiff of your arousal getting to him so that his dick makes a prominent tent in his pajama bottoms.

⁂ He will try to hold back as much as he can before taking action, and will take his time to watch every part of you carefully, which will only make his cock hurt from how hard gets.

⁂ All his attempts to restrain himself collapse once he hears you whine slightly as you change your sleeping position, facing you back to him.

⁂ It look him just a few seconds to grab your waist tightly and lift your body so it was sitting on his lap, pressing his now exposed hard-on on your back, he gives 0 fucks about waking you up, once you both are finished you’re going to be too tired anyways and you’re going to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sweet, could you do me a favor ?”

“What’s going on?”

“Just be good for me and then you can go back to sleep”

⁂ Your sleepy voice and the warmth of your body against his only made him feel hornier (if that's possible) so he didn't take long to effortlessly lift you off his lap and lower you back down, making sure his cock was now between your legs and rubbing against your cunt.

“Now rub me sweet, make me feel good”

⁂ With his right hand, Lucifer gently caressed your chest, while his other hand was grabbing your waist, the tip of his dick reached up to your bellybutton your legs were forced wide open, the situation was so obscene, your own arousal was dripping from you, wetting Lucifer’s thighs.

⁂ Your hand caressed Lucifer’s hard-on slowly, going from lightly squeezing his tip from rubbing his prominent veins, every move you made making him shiver, he was whispering all kind of passive aggressive things in your ear while he left soft kisses all over your neck.

“This pretty cunt of yours is dripping sweet, is it because of me ? After this I’m going to eat it so damn good”

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fakesimp · 7 months ago

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Teasing sadist 3.0 Shu? 👀 Perhaps NSFW? I just want you to go nuts with your imagination pls.

Sadistically Attractive, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Nsfw ; Sadist! Shu 3.0 ; Afab! Reader ; Shu teases you for 'fun' ; The use of Shibari, Sorcery, the rest is a surprise ; Established Relationship

Minors DNI — Proceed at your own risk !

A/n !

God,

thank you for the opportunity, for hearing me out, because goodness gracious his 3.0 is holding me on chokehold.

Not to mention the tweet you share? Omg. Those biceps? Holy crap.

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He is pretending to be seiso.

I know he know nsfw stuff, he is just hiding it. You at the other hand, will try to find out how to awaken that hidden side of him.

Just recently he got a new haircut, it totally took you by surprise since you are used to him having a long hair, but the new hairstyle suits him well. The messy hairstyle he got, his bangs? Gosh.

And just yesterday you decided to go shopping for new fit for him, and again it suits him so good, he choose to wear a turtleneck though. Don't you wonder why he decided to wear such clothing?

Now that you think about it, his clothing mostly covers his neck—

Perhaps, his neck is his one of his weaknesses? You pondered, and now here you are in the living room of your shared humble abode. Thinking about what to do, there are numerous scenarios made in your head as you tried to figure out his hidden side.

Numerous time you also have tried to get that hidden side of him out, yet you failed miserably. He somehow always manage to escape so smoothly, as if he could see through your plans, and he perfectly evades the idea.

While you're thinking about what to do, Shu suddenly appeared from the corner of your eyes, walking to the kitchen. Seemingly to grab some food or something, he then noticed you sitting on the couch frowning.

"Babe? What's wrong?" He asked, making you snapped back to reality. You look to where he is, and shook your head slightly, "Nothing, I was, just. Thinking something silly that's all." You responded, he hummed softly, you look back at him as he is going around the kitchen gathering some, stuff. "You're still streaming?" You asked him, he stopped for a moment, he glanced over at you. "Yeah, I was planning to grind on some games though, wanna come and see?" He offered.

. . .

Here you are now, in his streaming room, there is a couch in the room, so you decided to make yourself comfortable there while he displayed the game he's playing on the TV across you.

You don't remember how long has it been, but he had been sitting there for literal hours, and you can no longer sit down on the couch comfortably.

So you just decided to go to him, pulling his chair back a bit to make some space for you to slip onto his lap. He at first was confused on why did you suddenly pull his gaming chair away, but the moment he realizes you tried to sit on his lap he fixed his position and let you sit down on his lap whilst he's playing.

"Got bored already? Sorry, just a little bit more and I'm done—" He apologized, you can feel his body shook slightly as he let out a soft chuckle. You can feel his hand on your lower back, while the other is on the keyboard.

Feeling feisty, you decided to kiss his neck. That caught him by surprise, he jolted slightly under you. "Babe— don't do that" He whispered to you, but you didn't listen and continue your onslaught on his neck. You can hear his breath hitched as you do, soon you heard him stop typing on the keyboard and he pushed himself away from the table, making the chair he's sitting on go backwards a bit.

"What's up with you?" He asked as he gently push you away, trying to see your face. Once he see you pouting, he could only smile apologetically. "Is it because I played too much?— I'm sorry babe.." He apologies once more, his hand, on your hips.

His thumb graze along the lines of your waist, his purple eyes softly staring at you. "You know, I noticed what you've been trying to do" he whispered, his thumb still rubbing against your skin. His violet eyes goes down to your neck, down further before he blinked and his eyes stared back into yours.

"Why are you so, eager to know about this, hidden side of me you're thinking of?" He asked, there is a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he waits for your response. "It seems impossible for someone like you to be, innocent, you know?" He blinked, once, twice. Before he let out a small laugh and pulled you closer to him.

Burying his face at the crook of your neck, he planted a gentle kiss.

"Do you really want to know?"

"...Yes"

. . .

On the bed, only in your undergarments. Tied up prettily with purple ropes, that is hugging your torso and your arms, from one knot to another. And then there's your beloved sorcerer still sitting by the gaming chair, legs crossed, chin resting on his palm as he watches his shikigamis glide around your body, tying you up.

"Are you alright? Is it too tight?" He asked as he finally got up from the chair and approached you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand reached out to the ropes. Gently glazing his finger along the ropes, "Tell me if it's too tight." He whispered. You stared at him and shook your head, "It's, not too tight, I'm okay" Though your hands are tied behind you, you couldn't do much about it.

"Okay" he then planted a gentle kiss on your temple, "You remember the safe word we discussed a moment ago?" "Of course I do." He chuckled at your response. He shuffled a bit, his hand reached out to something behind you. After a moment he finally spoke—

"Lay down for me." You hesitantly laid down on the bed, only for you to realize he put some pillows behind you so you wouldn't lay down on a weird position. "Is it good? Do you need me to readjust the pillows?" You shifted a bit and look at him, "No, ..this is perfect"

He smiled at you and looked over by the tv that' stkll have his game on display, he let out a small sigh before looking back at you. "Well then, shall we start?"

. . .

Your eyes are covered, your other senses are heightened because of it. You are not able to see what your beloved going to do to you, you are left in the dark.

When you're just about to call out to him you suddenly felt something cold touching your skin, making you whimper upon the sudden sensation. "That' so cold— what is tha— ah—!" And then you felt something hot, "Shu—" you shifted on the bed, trying to evade whatever the thing that touches you. "Yes?" He responded, he sounded so innocent after what happened.

"Too much?" He asked and chuckled, you then felt his hand pressed down on your stomach. Not letting you move anywhere, "Stop squirming." As he said so you felt something hot touching your neck, trailing down to your chest.

It was his finger.

His finger moved from one place to another meanwhile the other hand that's pressing down on you suddenly grew colder. Making you whine, "Cold— too cold— hnn.." You unconsciously tried to close your legs, but the moment you try to do so, you are only getting blocked by Shu's body.

You felt the bed shifted slightly to your side, and then the next thing you knew you felt Shu's breathing right next to your ear. He planted a kiss on your earlobe, he then nibble on them as his hand that was previously on your stomach now going up your chest. Pinching down your nipples with the coldness of his finger tips, "sHuU!— NngG—!" Your voice cracked as his name escaped your lips.

You only heard a low hum from him, his lips trailed down from your ear, to your jawline, down further to your neck, and stopped right on your collarbone. Now both of his hands are playing with your nipples, pinching them every now and then.

"I'm here." He whispered as he continue his onslaught, his lips trailing down further to your chest, dangerously close to your nipples. "PleASeE!— aH— Mmm.." You felt his tongue licking your nipple, sucking on them even, making your body arched to him. Your hands desperately tried to escape the ropes, trying to hold his head still.

God, it felt so good.

The way he sucked and licked on your nipple drives you insane, but lord have mercy, he just refuses to touch your lower half. You're soaked, just from him playing with your nipples, and it got worse when you felt his mouth wrapped around one of them.

Not long after that, his teeth pulled on them, making you immediately let out a screech at the slight pain. Shu let go of your nipple and chuckled, "Whoops" He doesn't sound sorry at all.

His hand is now making their way down to your thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving his hand into your inner thigh. Moving upwards oh so slowly, approaching your leaking core. "So wet, and I haven't even done much" he whispered, "Or is it already too much?" He added.

His violet eyes fluttered up, making eye contact with you. "Tell me, what is it that you want, hm?" His words tried to encourage you to say what you crave, want, need. But your voice refuses to get out, it's stuck on your throat.

"Well, if you don't tell me what you want, I won't be able to know what it is." He shrugged and moved his hand away, just gently playing with your thighs, giving them a squeeze every now and then. Waiting for your response, "So, tell me.." his hand goes further away, eventually holding your ankle, slowly rising them up to his lips.

"What is it that you desire?" He whispered as his eyes flutter close, his lips leaving a trail of kisses, from your ankle, further down. Till his lips reached to your inner thighs once more. "Want you, ...Hn— please?—" You pleaded, your hips moved, trying to make your leaking core feel a friction you've been craving. Desperate, trying to reach your high.

"Please— Shu— touch me, anything— I want to cum—" You whined, hips humping on air, making the Raven haired male held you down by the waist, "Mhm?" He simply hummed at your needy self. Not even bothered to help you, he just continue kissing your inner thigh, his lips moved even closer to your core, close but also not close.

"You want to cum?" Shu repeated as he let out a chuckle, goodness gracious this man. He just kept going in circles, making your head dizzy with his teases. "Please, please please please— I want to cum— shuu..." You pleaded again, and again, and again. You couldn't see his face, you don't know what face he's making as he heard your endless pleas.

You heard the sheets shuffling near you, and then you felt Shu's hand on your neck, rubbing his thumb oh so gently, and softly presses down on your pulse, your heart beating so fast, you bet he could feel it under his touch. "Your heart, they're beating so fast.. Are you nervous? ...or instead, are you excited?" He asked he then planted a kiss at the corner of your lips—

"You want to cum, right?" He added, you nod your head. And the next thing you knew his fingers finally brushed against your clit, his finger moved slowly at first, your body twitched here and there at the sensation. Your body temperature slowly rising up, your whimpers and whines getting louder as you reach your high. "I'm close I'm close—" you informed the sorcerer, and the moved his fingers faster than before.

Making your body jolted, you grabbed onto whatever that's close to you, and one of them is Shu's arms. "Cum." He said, as he moved his fingers. And after he said so, you came, and he stopped. Shu slowly took off your blindfold, it took a moment for you to adjust with the sudden brightness. Once your eyes have adjusted with it, you look at Shu, who' smiling at you. "You're doing so well" he said as you felt his hand on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Mm.. Thank you.." And just when you thought you're done, Shu's finger once again glazed on your sensitive clit, earning a whine from you. "Nngg—... W, wait—.."

"We're nowhere near done, This is only the beginning.

You're asking for this, be prepared."

©fakesimp . 2024

A/n !

I'm leaving the rest to your imagination 🙏🏻

This is sitting in my draft longer than anticipated, the last request might take awhile because—

My brain refuses to work. 💔

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amyispxnk · 1 year ago

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Back home

Summary: Javi returns home and you guys have some fun 😜 (I'm bad at summaries haha)

A/N: I wrote this before Halloween ended so forgive the Halloween activities. I can't be bothered to change it. Also I don't really know what perspective this is written in..?

I have not proofread this so I'm sorry if there's any confusing bits or mistakes. Lmk if there's anything major!

Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 1858

Warnings- pet names, smut (oral f receiving, PiV) fluff

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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He turned off his car and walked outside, unlocking the door to his apartment and stepping inside, admittedly a little excited to finally see his girlfriend after a long mission abroad.

As he opened the door, she jumped up and ran over to him, crushing him with a hug as she practically jumped on him.

"Javi! I missed you so much!" She squealed.

He laughed heartily, catching her in his arms as she leaped towards him. He spun her around once before setting her back down on the ground, kissing her passionately. "I missed you too, mi amor. It feels good to be home."

Pulling away, he took a step back to look at her, taking in every detail of her appearance. Her hair was longer than he remembered, and there was a new sparkle in her eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

"You look more beautiful than ever." He said sincerely, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "How have you been holding up while I was away?"

"Been good.. kinda bored though, without you. I did some decorating as you can see..." She said, nodding her head in the direction of the Halloween decorations strung up thoughout the apartment.

His eyes lit up as he took in the festive decorations adorning their home. Skeletons hung from the ceiling, cobwebs were draped across corners, and pumpkins sat on every available surface.

"Wow, you really went all out." He remarked with a grin. "Looks like we're ready for Halloween."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as they surveyed the scene together.

"So what do you say we make the most of my first night back? We could watch a scary movie, eat some popcorn...maybe even carve a pumpkin or two."

"Oh, scary movie marathon was already on my list of stuff to force you into. Sit, I'll go bring some popcorn. Put a movie on too, you get first pick as a courtesy of mine." She winked before kissing him again then going to get the popcorn ready.

He chuckled, watching her walk away before turning his attention to the television. Flipping through the channels, he settled on a classic horror film - one that had given him nightmares as a kid but seemed strangely comforting now.

By the time she returned with a steaming bowl of popcorn, the opening credits were rolling. She handed him a large handful before settling in next to him on the couch, resting her head against his shoulder.

"This better not give me nightmares," she teased, reaching for another handful of popcorn. "But if it does, at least I know who to blame."

Halfway through the movie, she moved to sit between his legs on the couch and pulled the blanket on top of them, muttering something about being cold and Javier's body being a 'fucking heater'.

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. As the tension mounted on screen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him - there was no place he'd rather be than right here, with her.

She moved to tug the blanket tighter around them as she complained how cold it was when it was barely November.

"You're cold?" He asked playfully. "Let me help you with that."

With a mischievous grin, he began to tickle her sides, eliciting a fit of giggles from her. When she tried to retaliate, he captured her wrists in his hands, holding her still as they both dissolved into laughter.

"Okay, okay," she gasped, breathless. "I surrender!" But he didn't let up.

"Javi, stop!" She shrieked as her face went red from laughing so hard. "I'm gonna piss myself, stop!"

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he relented, releasing her wrists and leaning back against the couch. But even as the movie continued, his gaze remained fixed on her - taking in every curve of her body, every freckle on her skin.

"You know," he said softly, running a finger down her arm. "There's only one way to make sure you don't have nightmares tonight."

Leaning in, he brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as they lost themselves in the moment.

"We need to make sure you stay awake," he whispered, making her breath hitch slightly as she turned to face him fully.

"How do you plan on doing that?" She pressed, any attention she was paying to the movie before long gone.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth as he traced a finger along her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His voice was low and husky when he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

"I have a few ideas," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips once again. This time, there was nothing gentle about their kiss - it was fierce and hungry, fueled by weeks apart.

Breaking away, he looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire. "Are you game?"

"Am I game?" She laughed before moving to sit completely on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm game."

His heart raced as she straddled him, her warmth enveloping him like a second skin. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply before trailing kisses down her neck.

"Good," he growled against her skin. "Because I've missed you too much to wait any longer."

With that, he stood up effortlessly, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. She buzzed with excitement as he climbed each step, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"It's really hot how you can just carry me like this." She said with a little giggle as she looked up at him.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before answering.

"Years of working in the DEA have paid off, I guess." He flashed her a grin as they reached the bedroom door. Setting her down gently on the bed, he took a moment to admire the sight before him - her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, the heat in her eyes.

"Now," he said softly, crawling towards her on the bed. "Where were we?"

"I think we were here." She said as she straddled him once more and leaned back slightly to pull her top off.

His eyes widened in appreciation as she revealed her perfect breasts, her nipples already hard from their earlier encounter. Leaning in, he took one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before switching to the other.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, his hands wandering over her body. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra completely and let it fall to the floor, revealing even more of her smooth skin.

She gasped as the cold night air hit her breasts before her hands came to grab for his shirt, fumbling to get it off.

Laughing softly, he helped her remove his shirt before moving on top of her. His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of kisses in their wake. Reaching her jeans, he undid them quickly, sliding them down her legs along with her panties.

"So wet for me," he murmured appreciatively. "Just like I knew you would be."

Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her taste was intoxicating - sweet and tangy at the same time. He lapped at her folds greedily, drinking in her essence.

"Oh my god" she moaned, head tipping back as she fisted his curls tightly, begging him for more.

Encouraged by her reaction, he redoubled his efforts, using his fingers to massage her clit while his tongue delved deeper inside her. She was so close - he could feel it in the way her body trembled beneath him.

"That's it, baby," he growled, adding another finger to increase the pressure. "Come for me."

And with a loud cry, she did just that, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He held her through it, his arms wrapped around her waist as she rode out the aftershocks.

"Wow," she breathed finally, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"You're really good at eating pussy." She said with an airy chuckle as she leaned forward on her forearms.

He grinned at the compliment, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I aim to please," he said cheekily.

Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him, enjoying the feeling of her naked body pressed against his. Her breasts were soft against his chest, her thighs slick with sweat where they rested on either side of his hips.

"Your turn," he said, reaching down to cup her ass. "I'm not done with you yet."

"You better not be." She murmured against his lips before pushing herself up and steadying herself with her palms against his chest, starting to rock slowly against his erect length.

His breath caught in his throat at the sensation of her moving against him. It felt amazing - the friction of her wetness against his cock driving him wild. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end yet.

Reaching up, he grabbed her hips, guiding her movements until she was riding him just right. Her moans spurred him on, and soon they were both lost in the rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Querida," he groaned, unable to form coherent words anymore. All he knew was that he needed more of her - needed to be inside her.

"What?" She teased as she slowed her movements slightly, head resting sideways on her shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back, but it was no use. He lifted her up and pulled her back down on him in one swift movement, barely giving her a chance to breath before he was thrusting rapidly inside of her.

Her head fell back and he bent down, attaching his lips to her nipple once more and swirling his tongue around it, his pace inside of her still relentless.

Her hands tugged on his disheveled hair when he angled his hips a little differently, making his cock hit that perfect spot inside of her.

"Fuck, don't stop! I'm gonna come, Javi!" She moaned.

"Come on baby, come on. Soak my cock. Come on." He urged, moving faster and faster until she finally came undone, clenching around him and making her pussy impossibly tight around his dick.

With a final thrust, he came inside her, his release so powerful it left him weak and breathless. As the last of his orgasm subsided, he pulled her down onto him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Fuck," he breathed against her neck. "That was...amazing."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his jawline. "It certainly was," she agree before resting her head in the crook of his neck until her breathing slowed and they both came down from their highs.

He lay down in a more comfortable position after a moment and she shuffled to the side slightly so her head was resting on his chest, slowly drifting to sleep.

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago

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Okay imagine being at a club and some drunk loser won't leave you alone and then suddenly out of the blue this super hot Stanger aka our man DK swoops in and pretends to be your boyfriend till that loser leaves. You start the night with talking but it ends with his fingers buried deep inside you inside on of the bathroom stalls. (Yes okay I think this is hot enough)- Sam @dkakapizzaboy

P.s. this DK to be specific

SAM, OH MY I - the picture is enough to ruin me quite honestly.... but PLEASE i absolutely love this... ahem *cracking my knuckles* i cannot FOCUS with these thoughts but HERE WE GO, thank you so much for this inspo (i am dying inside) and I hope you enjoy (pls suffer with me)

warnings: smut (minors DNI, 18+ only), a sleazy man at the bar making unwarranted advances, fem-bodied reader! wears a skirt, Seokmin calls reader his girlfriend, pet names (babe), vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, semi-public sexual escapades, hand kink maybe?, fingering, I probably am forgetting something w/c: ~1.7k words

Seokmin couldn't stand it any longer. He had been watching you for quite some time now; at least long enough to the point that he has fully tuned out the loud chatter of his friends. Seokmin would not be able to jump back into the conversation if anyone were to ask him a question, as his focus has been set on the sleazebag who has been making advances on you at the bar for far too long.

You had been holding your own for a while, Seokmin had settled that since you were a stranger and you seemed quite independent, he would hold back on interjecting at first. However, anyone could tell that you were growing more and more uncomfortable as the drunken fool encroached in and consumed more of your personal space.

With one last sip of his beer, he finishes what remained of the golden liquid. Seokmin was abruptly hopping up out of his chair after growing restless. Mingyu shot him a questioning look, but Seokmin assured his friend with a pat on the back.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab another drink." Mingyu nods in acknowledgment. However, he does sense a shift in Seokmin's demeanor as the boy stalks over to the bar. It isn't typical to see Seokmin look so stern, his sharp features accentuated by the way he clenches his jaw.

Seokmin swiftly muscles between you and the guy who has been heckling you for the past ten minutes, acting on the spot when the guy visibly and verbally protests Seokmin's sudden appearance.

"Sorry I've been gone for so long, babe," Seokmin's gaze is warm and bright when he looks you in the eyes for the first time, immediately, maybe naively, earning your trust. A shimmer of concern flashes in his eyes which has you quickly catching onto his antics.

"No worries," you sigh, seeming relieved by his reliable presence, and the way your voice slightly wavers confirms Seokmin's suspicions that you had been highly uncomfortable prior to his interjection.

Seokmin observes that you are stunning, even more so up close than you were from afar. However, the way your eyes dart over his shoulders towards the clearly peeved man has Seokmin coming back to reality. He's turning to the man, piercing eyes providing him with one final warning.

"Sorry, bro. I'm stealing my girlfriend back, you can hit the road, man."

"All yours," the guy is clearly annoyed, but he's stumbling backward into the crowd with little hesitation.

Seokmin is scoffing at the guy's audacity, turning back to you with eyes that shift from sharp to kind in a matter of seconds.

"Are you OK?" Seokmin asks, his voice soft and smooth, yet deep enough to reverberate over the loud music of the bar. "I'm Seokmin by the way. Sorry, I had to hop in, that was going on for too long."

You chuckle, cheeks blushing upon realizing just how attractive your savior was. Yeah, you had the situation under control, but you couldn't deny you did appreciate his help. You're also quick to deem him as one of the sexiest men in the bar, the deep V of his button-up making your mind run wild for a second too long.

Hmm, sweet, sexy, and well-dressed. You could feel the arousal start to pool in your panties.

"I'm Y/N," you smile, gaze following his nimble fingers as he tries to get the bartender's attention. "Thanks for the help, I swore that guy wasn't ever going to leave."

You both chuckle, Seokmin flashes you a dashing smile that almost has you collapsing to your knees.

Was it always this hot in this bar? Why can't you stop staring at his hands that are now splayed out on the bar?

"What do you want to drink? Seems like you need one after that."

You scoff, "shouldn't I be buying you a drink after that? No one's ever acted like my fake boyfriend before."

"It would be my pleasure as your boyfriend to buy you a drink."

You're blushing, but you pray that the dim lighting of the bar won't show how warm your cheeks have become. "Hm, seems like now that one problem is gone, there is yet another problem," you banter, and it has Seokmin's smile extending up to his eyes.

You watch as his chuckle reverberates through his chest; long, deft fingers on display as his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck shyly.

Oh, your panties have to be soiled by this point.

"I'm just kidding, you know," your voice is low, seductive, and tempting. It's clear something has shifted in the air between you two. You're emboldened by his stare, his carnal gaze darkening as he scans your body up and down.

Fuck it, your hand is wrapping around his wrist, and you're pulling him into the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

You're both stumbling into the bathroom, locking the heavy door behind you two, and Seokmin's lips are clashing hungrily with yours. Your hands are roaming his body, running up his torso to his exposed chest, and fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Ah, ah, ah," Seokmin scolds, breathing against your lips before running his tongue across your bottom lip. You grant him access, your tongues battling for dominance as his hands grasp yours. His larger hands envelop yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks into your mouth, only making you grow hungrier for his touch. "Let me take care of you."

"Please," you simper, head falling to the side as his lips venture to your neck, one hand letting go of yours as it travels from your waist to your hip, and all the way down between your legs. His hand runs up and down your inner thigh, teasing the entrance under your skirt and nearing your panties.

The cool touch of his hand so close to your nether regions has you letting out a surprised moan. The hand that isn't between your thighs is darting up to your mouth.

"Hush, babe," Seokmin coos, large hand cradling your jaw as he probs his thumb at your lips. You are quick to pick up on his cue, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking at the digit. The innocence in your eyes almost has him crumbling for you.

His whole body quakes with desire when you circle your tongue over his thumb, his hand vibrating all from the way you moan and making him tingle all the way down to his cock. His eyes clamp shut when he runs his fingers over your folds, your damp panties indicating just how aroused you are.

He's quick to forgo your panties, dexterous fingers pushing the pesky lace away as he experimentally dips between your folds. Your cunt is warm, welcoming, and sticky with arousal just as he imagined.

You so badly needed his touch, your hips crooning into his as he begins to press his fingers even deeper into your dripping cunt. Seokmin's thumb is released from your lips when your jaw falls slap, head rolling back to fall against the wall of the bathroom.

A trail of your spit runs from your lips down your neck as Seokmin traces the strained muscles in your neck, watching how the tendons pull when his fingers fill you all the way.

You're holding onto his arms for dear life, your grip on him being the only thing that is keeping you standing as he begins to thrust his fingers relentlessly in and out of your cunt.

"H-holy shit, Seokmin," you breathe out a pathetic whine, eyes opening to meet his hazy, stormy ones. You can tell he's a bit breathless himself, his eyes darting between yours and where his fingers continue to get sucked back him, even deeper with each plunge into your hungry pussy.

You can feel the hardening bulge in his trousers, his length pressed up firmly against your hipbone, only making you feel even dizzier with desire. Seokmin doesn't let you touch him though when you attempt to.

"Please," he whispers, lips diving back down to capture yours. "I just want to get you off like this."

You mewl, nodding in agreeance when he curls his fingers even deeper inside of you. There is no way he could focus if you were touching him too, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first.

You're shocked by how vocal he is, groaning into your neck as he leaves a hot trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Even when you moan a bit too loudly, his free hand is running back up to your mouth, clamping it shut so that no one can hear your sounds but him.

He's fingering you at a brutal pace, fingers curling expertly until your thighs begin to shake from the building heat in your core. You're moaning so loudly into Seokmin's hand that you're glad it is there.

Seokmin can feel your walls gripping his finger impossibly tight, feeling them flutter as you clearly approach your release.

"C'mon, Y/N," he breathes out, "let go for me."

You're nodding, listening to him as your walls clamp down before throbbing from euphoric release. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, juices covering Seokmin's hand as you shake in his hold.

You let out a reluctant sigh when Seokmin pulls his fingers from your cunt, immediately feeling empty when you're not filled by him. You moan in delight when his fingers, wet with your slick, come up to your mouth for you to taste yourself.

"So sexy," he sighs, almost looking sad as if he assumed the night was over.

"Your place or mine?" You propose, an evil glint in your eye that has Seokmin realizing he is in for a long night.

"Shit, let's go."

Mingyu sits back in his stool when he sees you and Seokmin slip by; his friend paying him no attention as you two seem to rush out of the bar. Mingyu chuckles to himself, Seokmin sure has a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.

#sam u demon ily #seventeen smut #svt smut #svthub #dk smut #dokyeom smut #lee seokmin smut #lee dokyeom smut #seokmin smut #sky’s favs 💫#asks 🌙#sam 🍕

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bokutosbiceps · 11 months ago

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‘tis the season | free!

haruka nanase/matsuoka rin/tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the free boys !! i would do anything to do anything domestic w rin like pls let me LEMME AT HIM. anyways, i left ikuya/kisumi/asahi outta this because i could NOT think of anything for them. AND ONCE AGAIN: REIGISA FOR LIFE, I AINT WRITING X READER FOR THEM. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

nanase haruka actually enjoys watching christmas movies. he likes to make you dinner (mackerel) beforehand and get cozy underneath the kotatsu while you debate which movie you should watch.

haru always chooses to watch elf, for some reason. you don't know why and he won't say why. but you always end up watching it with haru’s head resting in your lap and your fingers threading through his hair.

“you're laughing.” haru points out during the snowball scene in the movie, a soft smile reaching his eyes and making them crinkle. you raise an eyebrow at him before looking back up at the screen.

“yeah, elf’s funny!”

“i know, that's why i chose it.”

“because you think it's funny? i haven't seen you laugh once, haru!” you ruffle his hair lightly, earning a small whine from him.

“no, because you laugh. and i like it when you laugh. it's nice.” haru says simply, not taking his attention away from the screen. you raise your eyebrows as you look down at your introverted, sometimes emotionally constipated boyfriend.

of course, he's said romantic and sweet things to you before, but it always catches you off guard. his blatant honesty always comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart till you're breathless.

you resume combing through his feather soft, raven black hair with your fingers and sigh happily. you're never exactly sure how to respond, but you knew that haru was never one for words anyways.

matsuoka rin believes he's a master at decorating christmas cookies. he stands behind you and tries to make it romantic by placing his hands over yours while you try to draw cute little drawings on the cookies.

but it really just ends up in a petty argument, much to both your chagrin and your delight. riled up rin is one of your favorite types of rins.

“why are you fighting me so much? i'm literally steering you in the right direction.” rin points a finger at the lopsided christmas tree on one of the cookies. “what is that?”

“christmas tree.” you answer with a shrug, purposely acting with such simple resolve that it made rin exasperated almost immediately.

“why does it look like that, though? it's uneven!”

“well, it has its own style!” a sly smile spreads across your lips. “looks like you could stand to have some, too.” you inch toward him with the piping bag in your hands, before quickly reaching up and swiping a glob of green frosting across rin’s cheek.

he narrows his eyes at you and grabs a piping bag from the counter, squeezing till some frosting squirts out and hits you in the nose.

this continues on for longer than the two of you would've liked, since now the kitchen and your bodies are covered in red, white, green, blue, and yellow frosting.

“i'm sorry.” rin huffs stubbornly, taking a wet paper towel and starting to wipe down the counter. “i just wanted the cookies to be perfect.”

you chuckle at rin’s furrowed eyebrows and slide up to him, splaying your hands against his chest while you hug him from behind. “who says they have to be perfect?”

he turns around in your hold, a soft smile relaxing his features. he takes your face in his hands, and you can tell he's fighting the blush that is breaking out across his cheeks. “perfect cookies for a perfect girlfriend?”

you smile and lean up to press a kiss to his blue frosting speckled cheek. “sweet.” you grin at him, licking your lips.

“now, let's go get cleaned up, hmm?” rin flashes you a toothy grin before grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, and carrying you off to the bathroom.

tachibana makoto is a master at decorating the christmas tree, since he's had tons of practice helping his younger siblings do it. you've not met another man with a better eye for design than makoto. there was one thing that he absolutely could not do, however, which would leave him totally depressed and helpless if he ever decorated a christmas tree by himself. the star.

sometimes he's tall enough to just stand on the tip of his toes and plop the star down, but he likes to get big and majestic trees. and he just can't do it.

he's afraid of the height. although it's a mere six feet up off the ground, which he already naturally is, it's something about getting up on a ladder and falling such a short distance onto the hard ground below that makes his stomach churn.

but, of course, he has you to do this for him!

“okay, ready?” makoto’s arms are encircling your knees and he's squatting below you, ready to lift you up whenever you’re ready. you've got the star in hand, all whites and yellows and gems and sparkles—it's makoto’s favorite thing. his weakness.

“ready whenever you are, mako!” you smile down at him and he hoists you up, holding steady while you situate the star on top of the tree until you're satisfied with the look. he carefully lowers you back down and holds you by the shoulders while you flip the switch to turn on the christmas tree.

the christmas tree glitters and shines in all of its white and gold glory while you and makoto look on in pure joy. he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and wraps his around around your shoulders, bringing you back to rest against his chest.

“couldn't have done it with you, y/n.” he sighs happily, eyes glowing with joy in the light of the tree you brought to life together.

yamazaki sousuke is way too good at ice skating, like, it should be illegal for someone to be so handsome, so good at swimming, have such a good heart, and be good at ice skating. no one’s good at ice skating! especially not you.

you couldn't really help it, though. you had seen all these ads of this new pop up ice skating rink with an attached rooftop hot chocolate bar in downtown tokyo and you knew you just had to take your boyfriend there.

you thought it'd be cute to glide around the rink, fingers intertwined with sousuke’s, then stop for some delicious hot cocoa afterward. but instead, sousuke has to carry you back to your shared apartment on his back while you moan in pain. you'd taken a pretty nasty fall five minutes into ice skating, effectively twisting your ankle to hell and cutting the date night incredibly short.

sousuke sets you up on the couch, a pack of ice underneath your ankle, a blanket spread across your legs, and pillows propping you up.

“here you go, daredevil.” you look up to see sousuke holding a mug out to you, and you take it with a smile. you peer down into the mug and smile up at sousuke with excitement in your eyes when you see what's inside.

“you made hot cocoa?” you asked excitedly. sousuke smiles at you and places a kiss to your forehead before placing his own mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“'course i did, you didn't get to have any downtown.” sousuke gently moves your legs out of the way so he can prop them up on his lap, holding the pack of ice against your ankle for you.

“how are you so perfect, sou?”

“perfect for you.” he gives your leg a gentle, what was supposed to be affectionate, squeeze. you hiss in pain and he grimaces. “sorry, sorry!”

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#free! iwatobi swim club #free!#haruka nanase #nanase haruka #haru x reader #matsuoka rin #rin matsuoka #rin x reader #matsuoka rin x reader #tachibana makoto #makoto tachibana x reader #makoto #makoto x reader #yamazaki sousuke #sousuke #sousuke x reader

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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Mentor + Mentee-

-first part-

pls let me know if there are any errors or if this copied weird. you don’t have to read the first part to understand this, but it helps set the scene a bit :). pls enjoy <3

tags- cunnilingus, blow jobs, rough sex, toxic relationship, praising, size difference, fem reader.

6k words.

-Ghost x Reader x Price-

-nsfw/smut-

As you trailed behind Ghost, your thoughts ran like the wildest child. Why couldn't you ever stand your ground? Just tell him no, for once? He pulled you in with his brashness, commanding you in a way that was impossible for you to say anything but an affirmation.

"You really couldn't wait until the morning? I'm fucking tired." You huffed, exhaustion and sass lacing your tone.

He didn't acknowledge your fulminations, instead, he made longer and quicker strides, forcing you to walk faster in order to catch up with him. Little things like these, his own cruel tests to see just how far you'd go just to listen to him, it adds up. It takes a toll on you, more so your mental state rather than physical. Though, the times where you couldn't make it out of bed due to his roughness had been displeasing, too.

The two of you continued to walk the narrow corridors in an odd and off putting silence. Your office had been passed, and so had his bunk. He didn't tell you where he wanted to take you, and now, nervousness wracked your senses.

Maybe he didn't want you anymore..?

No, fuck, you couldn't handle that. You'd rather him use you as a warm body than to just dump you to the side, looking for another suitable individual. You took that spot, and you wore it with pride.

He suddenly stopped, and you had been right behind him, not having the guts to look at even his clothed back. You opted to face the ground, chewing the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek. Whatever happens, you had a feeling it wasn't good.

Ghost raised a gloved hand, knocking at the wooden door. You heard a gruff 'one minute' come from the other side. You couldn't quite recognise the voice on the other side due to the barrier of the door, but it sounded vaguely familiar.

After a few seconds, the door swung open, and out came both Soap and Gaz, lightly conversing with one another. They sounded exhausted.

"Hey doc!" Soap beamed at you, sounding ecstatic to see you. He was going to talk more before getting elbowed by Gaz and a harsh 'shut up, idiot!' getting thrown his way. You looked up at the two, and couldn't hold back your laugh once you'd seen three lollipops in each of their mouths. You wondered how these two were so serious in the field, yet reckless when at base.

"Didn't think we'd see you here, uh," Gaz stilled, thinking of an excuse before Soap cut in. "Sorry, we just really like the kind you get." He was an honest man, and he actually looked apologetic.

You waved them off, "You two are the only ones who eat them, anyway." You giggled, something only reserved for their boyish antics. They thanked you profusely, greeting their lieutenant before running off. You heard Gaz rebuke Soap as they made their way back to their bunks.

Wordlessly, Ghost walked in and left you right outside by yourself. You could run off, back to the inviting slab that you called a bed. You could just go and never look at him again, tell your medic to treat him so you wouldn't need to make contact with him, either. You were so tired of these complex feelings, unrequited and feeling like poison in your mind.

Yet, you shadowed right after him, like the idiotic and strangely acquiescent thing you were.

When you'd entered the room, you couldn't help the alleviated breath that had left you. You'd seen Price sat at his desk, fountain pen looking tiny in his big hands. Your mind was wandering, this man was your boss, you shouldn't be thinking about him in such a lecherous fashion.

But, oh, he was so kind to you. He'd call you the sweetest names, praise you endlessly while you'd patch him up. You wanted him to do so similarly while you sat atop him, taking him inside of you while he'd be so nice to you. He'd probably take his time with you, break you open inch by-

"Good, you brought 'er."

His thickened accent and gruff voice broke you away from you dirtied thoughts. And instead, you began to question why he'd wanted to see you in his own office. You'd never been here before, usually, he'd be the one to come to you.

Ghost said nothing, standing deathly still as his wide and impressive physique mimicked a marbleised statue, carved with care and love. The pure antithesis of what he had been internalised.

Price gestured for you to stand next to him, and told Ghost to take a seat right in front of the two of you. He hesitated, and it had finally struck you that he too had absolutely no clue on why the two of you had been summoned to Price's office.

"I told you to sit down, lieutenant." He sounded aggravated, yet eerily calm. His voice rumbled like the most devastating storm, and the two of you had been caught right in the midst of it.

Ghost didn't need Price to pull rank on him, he took a seat, spreading his large legs to get comfortable. You turned away, not wanting to look at him for too long, for fear of what would begin to brew in your mind.

Price then stood, pushing his swivel chair into the space between the mahogany desk. You crossed your arms over your chest, yearning to cover yourself in any way possible. You wanted to pull an invisible curtain over yourself, disappearing from their view.

And although you were used to being in a rather close vicinity to your superior, this felt off. It wasn't in a clinical setting, you weren't fixing him up, it was something that had been deemed unprofessional in your eyes.

But when did you care about keeping up appearances?

His office space was quiet, save for the cool rumbles of a tiny fan in the corner, puffing out air as fast and as strong as it could. The three of you seemed frozen, unmoving as time continued to tick, one cursed second at a time.

"Sorry t'call ya in like this, sweetheart." Price spoke, not missing the way you jolted at hearing him so suddenly. He instinctively wrapped a heavy arm around you, pulling you closer against him. At first, you stiffened against him, he was so warm, like a personal furnace warming your freezing skin. But, when you'd seen Ghost's stare stick to your own, seeing that glint in his eye, that look that had him fucking you until you were essentially brain dead, you quickly noted that he was jealous.

So, you melted against Price, pushing closer to him.

Ghost was now glaring at you, staring with contempt. Those damned expressive eyes of his, telling you everything he was thinking. That internal sense of resentfulness picking at his very spirit. He swore he could hear the very moon cackle and snicker at him, the stars and constellations joining in and laughing with a sardonic glee.

"I'll make this quick for you," His hands now steered you to stand in front of him. Then, you'd realised how much bigger he was, his hands were so large, he was so tall, so muscular. Like Ghost, he could probably break you right in half without even knowing it.

He dipped your pyjama top lower, just below your clavicle and shy of your sternum. You gasped at feeling him touch you, the back of his hand brushing against your breast.

"I'm tired of seeing my doctor like this."

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together to quell that unbearable heat in between your legs. Hearing him essentially call you his hadn't helped at all.

You dared to glance lower at your exposed skin, wincing at seeing the specks of purple slowly eat and consume at whatever had been exposed. Fuck, he must've noticed when he was cleaning your uniform. At times, you were really quite unaware of how observant the entirety of the Task Force had been.

Ghost shifted in his seat, leaning backwards to somehow close a distance he thought was strangling. You looked straight at him, something you normally weren't capable of. You then glanced over at his wide shoulders, and immediately to your hands. You never realised just how badly you'd wanted to lay a finger on him, and when you did, you did everything in your power to keep that feeling at ease. To ensure it would never come out whilst he slowly fucked into you, hoisting you up against a freezing wall and ravishing your soft body. It worked, until it didn't. Until that feeling built up into something that couldn't be tamed, something that'd come out with a vengeance.

"Then, ya got me thinkin'," He hummed, a surprising humorous lilt detected in his tone, "you've got no clue how to treat her properly."

Ghost was still as unmoving and unbothered as ever, his stare still on you, but moving to Price for just a moment when those words had left him. His words had him slightly bitter, unbeknownst to you.

"But don't worry." He chuckled, a deep and low rumble that you felt right against your back, "Captains got you."

You hadn't even had time to process what Price had said, still trying to even fathom that he had been so close to you. But, your mind quickly caught up with the given situation when you'd felt his hands back on your unsuspecting figure once again.

He slowly lifted your top, but you shivered, taking hold of his hands in your quivering ones. "Ghost, he's," He doesn't care about you-

Ghost's hardened stare on you actually softened for a split second. He really didn't think you would say that, didn't think that you'd care whether he was present or not whilst Price had done what he'd pleased with you.

You shyly bit your lip, playing with Price's thick digits while you'd been lost in thought. You knew Ghost didn't care for you, and you knew your role in his life. To stitch his deepest wounds and sate his deepest hunger.

"You've got such a loyal one 'n you treat 'er like this?" Price scoffed, allowing you to innocently toy with his hands. You truly don't know why you'd been so steadfast and devoted towards Ghost. A part of you thought that this had been the way he'd expressed himself, showing what he'd been feeling through raw and primal actions. That part of you was extremely delusional, but also faultless, unknowing to you.

Sure, you'd avoided him physically, but he'd avoided you emotionally.

"Sweetheart, he doesn't mind," Price had said, right in your ear as he pressed a kiss against your exposed neck, having you shudder lightly in his arms. You really weren't used to such light and loving touches being directed your way. "do you, lieutenant?"

You couldn't look at either man right now, fearful of Ghost's answer.

He'd responded almost instantly, "No."

No?

Fuck, that hurt.

He doesn't mind seeing you ravaged by another man? By his leader and your boss? You were supposed to be pinned under him always, supposed to be the only one that took him, supposed to be solely for him- just his.

You blinked rapidly to rid any tears from your tired eyes. All of your reservations lay within Ghost, right in his glove-clad hands, right underneath that balaclava, embedded in those honeyed eyes of his.

He didn't mind, so neither did you.

You peeled off your top and turned towards Price, pulling him into a searing kiss. He seemed surprised, unmoving against your mouth for a moment before pushing your body closer against his own. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him, whimpering into the kiss and getting all of your little sounds swallowed up.

Your back hit the wall, arms snaking around Price as the both of you were still enraptured by one another. His lips were so soft, and his beard lightly scratching at your skin was oddly welcomed.

You separated from him, panting while your heart beat on swiftly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you gravitated right back at him, kissing him roughly. You heard him groan into you as your hips rolled against him, feeling his hard-on push against you. You pushed away and bit his bottom lip, opening your eyes and soon meeting his stare.

You hugged him closer, so accustomed to that hurried pace with Ghost. Used to just shedding your bottoms and having him plunge into you, not ever taking a moment with you, to see what you liked and what you'd hated.

Price removed you from the wall and instead sat you onto his desk. Facing only him, Ghost had been at your back, you'd unable to look at him, to see and scale his facial expressions to gauge what he was feeling.

It had been on purpose.

You'd tried to turn around and look at him, but Price stopped you, grabbing your shoulders and stilling you. He left his hands there for a moment, looking right into your eyes with his piercing blues.

"Eyes on me, love."

You immediately broke eye contact, so unaccustomed to such mannerisms being directed your way. He chuckled lowly at your bashfulness, taking your chin in hand to direct your stare back to his own. Any minute now, while your eyes were on one another you thought he'd just fuck you and get it over with. You opened your mouth to speak, but a meek and tiny gasp left you when Price had began to lower himself.

"What are you-"

You interrupted yourself when he'd removed your pyjama bottoms, only leaving your damp panties clinging to you. His hands moved to your sides again, slowly sliding your undergarments down your legs. Your head was swimming, surroundings becoming a sickening spin.

He suddenly had two of his deft fingers push against your slick, teasing the entrance before plunging in. You gasped, hands at the edge of the desk as leverage. His mouth quickly replaced his fingers, licking a long stripe and catching your clit in his mouth. You couldn't hide the moan that left you, hands scrambling to tug at his short brown tendrils. His mouth on you was such an unexpected occurrence, the coarse hair of his beard scratching against you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

You yanked his head backward, stumbling over your words, "Wait, y-you don't have to do," a low curse left you when he'd returned his fingers now, both his mouth and digits pleading you immensely. "don't have t'do this." You mumbled, thighs closing around him as a reflex.

"I want to." A brief break, staring straight at you through shorter lashes before delving right back into your wanting heat. One of his hands moved your thigh, since it was beginning to slowly suffocate him under the plush flesh.

He removed his fingers, wrapping his arms around your legs to push you closer against his face. You squeaked in surprise, fingers digging into his scalp in expectation for what he'd do next.

"C'mere lieutenant."

You stilled, honestly forgetting that Ghost had even been present, living up to his callsign. You didn't want him to be there, to see you getting pleasured by another man, by someone who wasn't him.

Yet, he'd practically materialised by your side in an instant.

His eyes, dark and cruel as always, hadn't been on you. Always on your body, never you. Straight past you and that ghostly thing inside, that's all you've ever been to him, right? Something to keep his cold self warm. You've always done such a stellar job at it, too.

"Look at her."

Your eyes shifted lower, down to your superior in a newfound shock. The ambient lighting framing his face in such a way where he looked so sharp, so pretty, something that wasn't yours. His mouth lightly glistened with your arousal, teasing your sensitive inner thigh with a gentle bite.

"She's a delicate thing." Ghost quietly responded, sounding impassive to the entire situation. Yet, his gloved hand was in a tightened fist at being so close to you, watching and hearing you moan and cry out for someone else.

A thing, that's all you'd be for him, though. An object that he could summon at his side to straddle and sit atop him, to please him and not mention a single word about it the very next day. You wanted to be something more, and you knew that humans are a creature of habit but hell, you wanted to break this cursed cycle and start anew.

Price chuckled from beneath you, his fingers never stopping their scissoring motion inside of you, "She is, already got her cryin'."

Your hands flew to your face, touching just under your tired eyes and utterly surprised at feeling those big tears cascade over your lashes. You hadn't even noticed, how fucking embarrassing. Showing yourself like this in front of your damn boss.

The two continued to speak, but you weren't listening, focused on how Price's long and thick fingers never stopped moving inside of you. How occasionally he'd start to lick and lap at your warmth, groaning deeply and muttering something. His hands would spread your thighs apart as he continued to eat at you like he'd been withheld from any sort of nourishment for decades, finding you as the most delectable thing.

You couldn't take it, whimpering his name before tugging at his hair once more, throwing your head back and letting nothing short of a scream leave you. Your body jolted, thighs closing in on Price as his tongue was unrelenting, continuing to lick at your slick folds and occasionally wrap his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. You had to try to pull him back and beg him to stop, little sniffles leaving you as you pleaded with him.

He obliged, though he chose to tease you a bit by leaving a few stray licks at you before rising to his feet. He peeled his shirt off and wiped his face from your arousal, eyes catching yours as he met you with a warm stare. He always did have the kindest eyes.

"Well, let me ask you, then." His eyes lingered on you for a moment, before turning to Ghost, "Those tears, were they from pleasure or pain?" Something, joy or sorrow, had been left unspoken.

You hurriedly spoke, not wanting him to answer, for fear of what he would say. For fear if it would be the truth, because even you hadn't known, "Well, I think I just cry easy, sir." You nervously mumbled, stare flickering intermittently at the two men. Price chuckled lowly, coaxing you off of the desk to stand next to him. The difference of size now that you'd been sandwiched right in between the two was, noticeable.

"C'mon love. That's not true," His tone was far from reprimanding, but instead a silent inquiry of wanting the truth. He'd already known the answer from the hesitance within Ghost.

"You don't know," He stilled, hanging his shirt over his shoulder, "or maybe you just don't like the answer?"

You'd wanted to interrupt again, to say something, fucking anything. An inquiry of your own had been created, why did it matter? Why does it matter?

"Don't think the answer matters." Fucking mind reader.

Price scoffed, "Course it fuckin' does."

Price's hand was back on your face, and you couldn't help but soften right into his touch again. He wiped your mostly dried tears, caressing your cheek and watching your face express a feeling of pure content.

"Treat 'er like she's not just anything, but something. Something to you."

You wanted to ask just how he'd grown so knowing at your complex relationship with his subordinate. You know that Ghost wouldn't run around boasting about you, since the two of you weren't an item. Yet, whenever you'd gotten close with another potential partner, you'd feel it in the way that his hands were on your hips, how his thrusts snapped against you and how he drove himself so deep. He was envious, and that was his way of showing you, of telling you through something that was worth more than words.

It couldn't be that difficult to pick up on.

You knew this matter wouldn't be solved in a single night, or potentially ever. So, you'd do what you were good at. Fucking your feelings away, because facing them head on was something that you'd cower away from, a tremble striking down to your very skeletal system.

You needed to shut Price up and stop him from coercing more answers from Ghost. So, you pulled him into you again, kissing him and threading your fingers through those short locks. He hummed appreciatively, clearly enjoying that you were beginning to take charge and quit being so timid. You jumped into his arms, feeling him attach his hands at your thighs to ensure you had been stable.

His hips rolled against your heat, feeling his length press into you. Your moans had been swallowed up by him, his tongue pushing into your mouth while you both kissed one another sloppily. You hugged him closer, it wasn't feasible, he was already chest to chest with you. You wanted to feel him, feel him in a way that you'd never feel Ghost. You'd always wanted to be held gently as he fucked into you, to take his stare and mould it into an endearing one as he littered your face with kisses. You knew it was just a foolish fantasy.

But for now, you could live it out with Price.

He lightly set you down on your feet, pressing another kiss against your eager lips. He softly bit your bottom lip as he moved behind you, softly pushing you down to your knees in front of one of his spare leather chairs in his office.

"On all fours sweetheart," His hands trailed over your body, once again coaxing you to lower yourself further. "Ghost, s'down." You heard Price settle himself down onto his knees right behind you, spreading your legs a bit before wading in one of his thick fingers into your heat. Your pose faltered, wanting to ask him why the two, three of you couldn't go somewhere more comfortable. Preferably where you didn't have to be on the ground.

As Price's fingers continued to slide into you and bring more sounds out of you, Ghost had seated himself right in front of you. You were sure he enjoyed the sight of you, beneath him and ready, wanting, to serve, like always.

You weren't often on your knees for Ghost, since he had been more inclined to just fucking you and calling it a day. Though, he would at times ask, rather, command, that you'd drop everything and please him. Who were you to say no? Especially when you'd enjoyed it almost as much as he had. You absolutely adored whenever you'd been the reason that you could take some stress off of him. That you'd been the reason as to why when Soap had told Ghost some corny joke, you swore you heard the faintest of a laugh instead of silence.

That had been enough.

Even if your feelings had been unrequited, at least you'd served a purpose for him. Further than the ability to treat him medically, crossing into an unforgiving yet beneficial territory.

You heard the sound of a belt and zipper from behind you, having you instinctively cant your hips back. Price chuckled quietly at seeing just how desperate and needy you'd been, halting your movements with a heavy palm at your hip.

You felt his tip press at your cunt, using your own slick as lubricant. From what you felt, he'd been big, thick and girthy. And when he'd began to push himself into you with a low grunt, you didn't bother hiding the moan that slipped past your lips. He filled your insides, stretching you perfectly, he'd been big, a bit painful to take initially, but doable. Not like the borderline impossible feat of taking Ghost for the very first time.

You held your breath, awaiting for Price to bottom out inside of you, feeding his cock into your greedy pussy inch by inch. The sensation of pleasure increasing tenfold as he continued to stuff you full of him, every vein dragging against your velvety walls having you cry out to him. You laid your head against Ghost's thigh, not realising what an idiotic action it'd been, or maybe you just didn't care. Either way, he'd allowed it, for some reason.

The endless praise of Price was better than you could've ever imagined, his usual deep and confident voice sounding strained, attempting to keep his own gruff sounds to himself. His hands were at your hips now, holding you in place and anchoring himself to you, beginning to set a welcomed pace.

He fucked you slow, slower than you'd typically experienced. He'd done so in such a way that you'd been able to savour the action. Able to get accustomed to the sting of his thick cock inside of you, accustomed to how he spoke to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your tears away and telling you what an amazing job you'd been doing, taking him like this.

You'd been sobbing nearly right away, the feeling of his cock ravaging your insides too much. Your little ramblings of "Too much, s'too much," only fuelling his need to please you, his slow pace quickening ever so slightly. Your tears wet Ghost's sweatpants, glittering and salty drops temporarily staining the gray material.

You felt you release become imminent, the familiar rhythm becoming unbearably pleasurable. But when you felt Ghost wipe away one of your stray tears, looking down at you with some form of newfound adoration and reverence, you truly couldn't take it. Your heart felt like it was going to erupt within your chest cavity, why now did he pick to look at you in such a way? You cried out, an odd mixture of both of their names from your tongue as you shook, back arching and hips pulling back into Price as you felt your orgasm wash over you, striking you with an unforgiving hand.

You heard him groan deeply, his speed only hastening, assisting you in riding out your orgasm. Your head had still laid on Ghost's leg, eyes etched shut as you swayed back and forth, small cries leaving you occasionally.

You were moved away from Ghost by his gloved hand, his palm holding your chin as he slipped his waistband down, just enough so his cock could spring out and hit his abdomen. His thumb split your lips, and you were eager to please, accepting the large digit and enclosing your mouth over it, sucking lightly. The leather taste had you wanting more, something better.

You backed your head up, removing his finger from your mouth, "Just give it to me already," You huffed, not usually so bratty and commanding with Ghost, or anyone for that matter. He seemed to like the fact that your true wants and needs took higher priority over your image.

"Ask nicely."

"Please," Breathy and whiny, not holding any weight to it.

He scoffed, taking ahold of his heavy cock in his freehand, "Don't sound too convincin'. Usually you're not shy about beggin'."

Of course, this had been the truth, but Price hadn't needed to be aware of this. He laughed behind you, stilling his movements momentarily, buried deep inside of you, "Didn't take you for one to beg, love." He kissed the back of your neck, trailing lower and lower.

"I'm not," you shyly muttered, suddenly crying out in discomfort when Price's cock hit right against your cervix. He quickly apologised, but whilst your mouth had been open, Ghost had practically shoved his cock into your mouth, slightly choking you with his sheer size.

He grunted, his hands gripping the armrests as your throat constricted around his dick. It was difficult to think with two cocks inside of you, but you couldn't help but watch Ghost. Watch his hands, grasping at the armrests with purchase as you continued to suck him. Not having to do too much movement, since your boss had been fucking you from the back, moving you up and down over Ghost.

You noticed how hard it was for him to touch you, too.

It was unclear how this was supposed to make you feel, part of you was filled with glee and the other had been solemn and saddened. Though, now wasn't a time for feelings, was it?

You slowly took more of his cock, your lips stretched over him and feeling your throat bulge out was dizzying. His everything was intoxicating, the skin and salt taste of him had you fighting off the urge to choke and get him out of you.

He slid far past your uvula, your hand squeezing your thumb being the reason for your gag reflex not triggering. You wanted to show him that you'd go great lengths for him, even if he wouldn't dare do the same. It didn't matter, because you'd really do absolutely anything for him, anything to ensure that he'd been pleased not only with you, but because of you.

It seemed that watching Price with you earlier on had made Ghost on edge, throwing his head back and groaning. "Takin' me so fuckin' good." He uttered, voice gravelly and accent heavier while his big cock continued to ease into your throat, feeling the way you so fervently sucked him off. The sole sounds of skin slapping against skin, the slurping of your mouth around Ghost's cock, and the mixture of moans of the three of you filled the room. You'd be lucky if nobody heard you all.

Your jaw was beginning to become sore, practically enforcing it to unhinge just to take him to so deep. If anything, you'd been astonished at both of their stamina, not yet even orgasming a single time, while you were about to unravel for a third.

Though, it seemed that your point was going to be disproven, as you felt Price's pace begin to falter. Not only this, but what he'd been saying had been totally radical and not like him at all.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me, so," He cursed, his words stringing along pathetically as his thrusts were brutal and unforgiving. "so fuckin' tight, oh, fuck..." You wished that you'd been able to see his facial expressions, twisting into the purest of pleasure, getting lost inside of your soft pussy.

They were alike in that regard, being rather talkative during sex. But otherwise, they each had their own stark differences. They were both stern, used to leading others and ensuring the safety of their team. But Price was so gentle and warm to you, while Ghost was harsh and cold. But you'd chase after him in the heaviest of coats regardless, because although your feelings had been conflicting, you couldn't fathom not being at his side.

Your eyes finally made contact with Ghost's, who had been looking down at you the entirety of the time whilst he'd been lodged down your throat. His hand twitched, pointer finger reaching outwards, such a small movement, yet you'd seen it. He yearned for you, just as you'd yearned for him.

So why was it so painful for the both of you, then?

Price doubled over you, thrusts becoming sloppy as his fat cock continued to ram into your womb again and again. He chanted the same thing over and over again, low and gruff, lost on both you and Ghost, unfortunately.

"Ah, fuck, so close, 'm so fuckin' close, sweetheart." His forehead connected to the back of your midsection, the drag of him against your wet heat snug and deep inside you almost had you finishing once again, too.

He suddenly moaned, loud, louder than any you've coaxed from him tonight. It had even caught the attention of Ghost, his eyes piercing his leader, his stare challenging.

"Not inside."

You whimpered, muffled whilst your mouth had been occupied by his twitching length. He looked down at you for a brief second, brows furrowed and looking angered. So irate with the thought of not only another individual fucking you, but finishing inside of you, claiming you in the most primal and raw way.

The reason, it had been unknown. Why he had continued to parade around and act like you weren't his. Then, behind closed doors own and operate you like a marionette. But, he had been the most experienced puppeteer you'd ever seen, manoeuvring you in the most expert ways.

Much to your dismay, Price had listened, hammering shallowly into your pussy once, twice, thrice- before hurriedly pulling out of you, stroking himself with ferocity before groaning deeply, releasing his seed onto your naked back in thick and pretty white ropes. He hadn't moved, hands still attached to your hips as he tried to catch his breath, bare chest heaving while he had been covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

"Did so good, fuckin' wonderful." He kissed the back of your neck, reaching under to circle your clit in tight and smooth motions. You let out a muted cry, arching your back and pushing your hips towards him in an unconscious effort.

Price had continued to infinitely praise you, kissing all over your body and leaving light marks. Not like the kind Ghost would make, the kind that were deep and horrendous to view, no. The ones that would be light, would have you lightly touching the area and reminiscing about such a night.

"Yeah, she- fuck, did. Did a good job."

You'd been wholeheartedly shocked that Ghost would ever say anything remotely like this, directed towards you, of all people. It didn't matter though, you'd take any little victories at this point.

Price continued to slip his fingers into your pussy and rub your clit, just as you'd continued to lick and suck at Ghost's cock. Lips pursing around his tip, sucking between a fine line of harshly and softly, watching and hearing him respond to your ministrations.

It was when you'd taken him as deep as you could, when he'd loudly cursed, hands itching to touch you, yet confined and shackled to their place at the armrest. His cock twitched inside of your mouth and again, another string of words, unintelligible to you, left his covered lips. You took him deep, feeling his cum in your throat.

"Swallow, fuckin' swallow it for me."

You would listen, as always.

You took him out of your mouth, still semi-hard, dick shiny with your saliva. You swallowed his seed, not allowing a single drop of it to be wasted. You opened your mouth to show him, revelling in the deep hum he let out, pleased.

When Price had curled his fingers inside of you, brushing up against that abused spot inside of you, you silently finished over his fingers. Crying out quietly to him, head hanging low in between Ghost's thick legs.

You stayed like that for a moment, hearing as Price had cleaned himself, picking up his loosely discarded clothing scattered around the ground. After dressing himself, he then moved to tidy his office, and even you up. The soft rag against you had felt nice, and the caring effort from Price was enough to make your head spin.

You and Ghost hadn't moved, his hands not on you, and yours not on him. No matter how much they each had wanted to find their way to both you and him. They would never, only doing so in moments of passion.

What neither of you had been aware of, was that even though many of your behaviours had deviated from one another, your convoluted feelings remained the same for each other. Something that was painfully obvious to other individuals.

Never to you.

Never to him.

#fanfic #cod mw2 #smut #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #price mw2 #price x reader #cod price

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 21 days ago

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Can I have Llewyn Davis x reader where it's fluffy and he caresses reader's back while she sleeps? Make it all fluffy pls

A/N: Thank you for the request @edgessunflower. I am in the mood for some soft Llewyn tonight. I'm sorry it's been a million years since you sent this. I am working on a goal for myself of an ask a week to catch up with everything in my inbox. Love you guys!

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x Female Reader

Warnings: Nothing, this is soft and sweet. Implied sexual relations tho. Also established "relationship".

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The apartment was dark when he slipped inside, tossing his keys softly into the blue and white ceramic bowl. The clink of the keys hitting the ceramic made him cringe, and he paused for a moment listening for any indication that you awoke.

It was late, much later than he should be coming to you. But you'd given him a key, wrapped your hands around his own and pressed the worn metal into his palm. He smiles softly remembering that night and all the nights after that he'd found himself back in your little home. What he was slowly coming to know as his home too.

He locked the door behind him, and toed off his boots, taking off his coat and putting it onto the coat rack you'd recently built together. He shuffled into the kitchen, placing his guitar case by the table, and scanning the room. His stomach grumbled and he guiltily made his way over to the fridge. You'd already given him so much; a home to share, a warm bed, and a place in your arms. It felt wrong to take your food too. But when he opened the door his lips turned up into a smile again, a foreign feeling he'd been doing more often than not.

Llewyn, enjoy the sandwich, take a hot shower and come to bed. I'm lonely without you.

He took the plate out of the fridge holding onto the note for a moment longer before he put it down and scarfed down the sandwich, groaning at the taste. When he finished he quickly washed the plate and set it to dry before moving towards the shower and tugging off his clothes.

The water felt so good, soothing the aching muscles in his shoulders and back. The smile graced his face again when he noticed a bottle of shampoo and body wash for men sat beside your green apple body wash and coconut shampoo. He quickly washed himself, sighing when he stepped out into the steam and brushed his teeth with the green toothbrush sat in the cup beside your own.

He rinsed his mouth and cursed remembering he forgot a change of clothes when his eyes caught a stack of fabric on the back of the toilet seat. Hands shaking he grabbed the stack and unfolded the clothes you'd left him a clean pair of boxers and a white t-shirt freshly laundered. He tugged them on and had to pause, his hands on the sink as tears stung at his eyes, it'd been so long since someone cared about him, since someone took care of him and supported his dream.

Once he'd composed himself Llewyn opened the door to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to see you sprawled over the bed, the moonlight reflecting across the sheets. His heart pounded and he crossed the distance to the bed, sliding beneath the warm comforter and turning to face you. His fingertips were coarse and rough from years of playing guitar but so gently he ran them over your cheek, and down your neck towards your back. His eyes trailing over every inch of skin he can glimpse.

You yawn and blink open your eyes, lips splitting into a wide smile as his hand rubs circles into your back. "Hi Llewyn," you whisper, like children sharing a secret, "did you have a good night?"

He nods, his hand never stopping as it rubs over the expanse of your back, trailing up and down like he's conducting a symphony. "I had a gig on the Eastside, very last minute, someone cancelled and I was nearby. It went really great, good crowd, I felt like they connected with me."

"That's amazing," you smile, reaching out a hand from under the pillow and brushing the curls off his forehead. "I'm so proud of you, I wish I could have been there to see it."

Llewyn slowed his movements and stared at you, and in his heart he knew you meant every single word. You didn't want anything from him, or had ill intentions towards him like others. "I love you," the words spilled from his lips like a tidal wave, and he let out a shaky breath, "I really fucking love you, baby."

"Oh Llewyn," you pushed yourself up and into his arms, kissing him so softly, "I love you too."

That funny foreign feeling returned and he smiled again, holding you close to his chest, and resting his head against yours. He was home.

#llewyn davis x reader #Female Reader #Llewyn Davis #oscar issac characters #Oscar Issac #Inside Llewyn Davis #Autumn Writes

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Pls pls pls honey may I request a fem reader who’s always so bubbly and cute and Levi (always like grumpy and silent but loves her deeply) who comforts her when she’s on her period? Only if ur comfortable with that ofc :)!!!<3 kiss kiss!

@ladycheesington <3

Comforting hold

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, comfort, cuddly Levi, CEO Levi.

Concept: Levi gets ready for work but notices something isn't right with you. Levi calls up work and notifies them that he'll be working from home so he could be with you. Levi works a bit while making sure his precious brat is comfy, happy and cared for.

TW: talking about periods

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi climbed out of bed and stretched his naked body. He smiled a little and turned to the bed and gazed at you. He grabbed the duvet and pulled it down so he could look at your naked body. He growled as memories of last night came to mind. He stopped a moment when he saw a bit of blood on the bed.

You hummed and looked back over at Levi. "Morning, you off to work?" You frowned a bit when you sat up. "Something up?" You parted your legs and went white when you saw a bit of blood on the bed. "Oh no...Levi, I'm so sorry!"

Levi reached over and dragged you into his arms. "Shh, it's okay."

You cried a little. "I ruined your sheets."

"Hush, darling brat, you didn't ruin anything." He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the counter and cleaned you up as he spoke. "This is all-natural, my love. Don't ever be sorry for the functions of your body." He kissed you and hummed. "You're wonderful." He opened his cupboard and hummed. "Which do you need? Pads?"

You nodded. "Please."

"What kind?"

"Regular."

"What kind?"

You frowned at his comment. "What do you mean?" You walked over and saw the different kinds he had. "Wow."

Levi smiled. "Well, you've recently started staying over mine. So, I wanted to be prepared for everything."

"Cute."

He grabbed the one you pointed at and gather some clothes of his that were comfy. He let you sort the pad out before he helped you pull your clothes on. He handed you some meds an water. He kissed your forehead before leaving you a moment and calling up work.

He yanked on his boxers and sighed. "Tch, oi Jean? I'm working from home today. No meetings. If anyone calls me, the answer is no. I'm on no contact day."

"Yes, sir."

Levi looked over at you as you shuffled out of the bathroom. "Got to go. Take a longer lunch today. Bye." He picked you up making you squeak. "Let's get you comfy and taken care of."

You blushed. "I'm okay. I don't need anything."

He kissed your forehead. "You need snacks and love."

"Mm."

He walked with you to the sofa. "Are you crying?"

You rubbed your tears. "I've never had anyone make sure a fuss of me. It's so strange and nice."

"I'm sorry no one has cared for you before. You deserve it all." He wrapped you up in a blanket. "I'll be right back." He filled up a hot water bottle, made a bowl of ice cream with a lot of extras and a hot tea. He handed everything to you causing you to blush. "Anything else, my precious brat?"

You shook your head. "N-No, this is perfect...thank you."

He kissed you and purred. "I'll go clean up. You stay there and be adorable and pretty."

Your cheeks burned. "Levi..."

"Perfect. Play some games for a bit." He handed you your controller. "I'll join you in a bit."

You smiled a little. "Thank you."

Levi changed the bedsheets, cleaned the bathroom a bit before sending off a large number of email replies. He changed into comfy clothes and grabbed a few cute skincare things. He joined you on the sofa and put a cute bunny-eared headband on you to push your hair back. He put a headband with bear ears on himself and started doing a nice relaxing skin routine.

You smiled at Levi. "Thank you for this."

"I'm here for you, okay? I love you more than anything in this world. I want to take care of you." He hugged you tightly. "My special, cute, adorable and precious brat."

You snuggled against Levi. "My handsome grumpy. I love you."

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sunbeamah · 11 months ago

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JJK au I can't bring myself to write in full. The events of the anime are tweaked, but they happened many hundreds of years ago, and yeah! it's a little long for a drabble but pls enjoy!

"I understand." Yuuji said, nodding slowly. Megumi frowned. He'd expected an outburst- yelling, crying, maybe even a fist or two flying at him.

This was not how he thought his husband would react to his sacrifice at all.

"Yuuji." He demanded. "What-"

"Megumi..." Yuuji said, his dry and cracked lips twisting into the smallest smile Megumi had ever seen from him. "Can you do something for me?"

Megumi panted, glancing back out at the battlefield before them. Who knows how much longer their forces could hold Sukuna off? He needed to do it. He needed to go out there and do it now. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and his fingers twitched, prepared to form fists.

And yet, he waited. Because his husband needed something for him, and when Megumi married him he promised to be a provider for Yuuji, first and foremost.

"What is it?" He asked.

Yuuji leaned forward instead of saying anything, and Megumi met him halfway. A final kiss. Even in the end, Yuuji was always thinking about him first. He remembered his whispered words in their marriage bed- remembered them as the first meaningful things he said that he did not have to recite over and over again to get right.

'If I should die, whether in a year or in a moment, whether in battle or in this very bed-- I want kissing your lips to be the last thing I do.'

Perhaps it wouldn't be the very last thing. No- the very last thing Megumi would do in this world, would be loving Yuuji. Right after killing the King of Curses, and avenging his possessed sister, whose heart still beat, but whose life had ended the second a curse had taken her over.

The kiss was bittersweet. He was sure all the sweetness came from Yuuji, himself. So he tried to pour in his passion, his love, his life force itself into the kiss, to make up for all the bitterness he'd tainted it with.

He got it all back in full.

"Tell Kugisaki and the others, that I'm sorry." He said when he pulled away. Megumi felt something within him, akin to a cord on a biwa, pull taught. "I won't make be able to cook them their victory feast after all."

The cord snapped.

"Yuuji--"

"I love you, Megumi." Yuuji said. Megumi's eyes widened. The last thing he saw was Yuuji's smile become wide and brilliant like it usually was, as a tear fell from one of his golden brown eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head- and the image was taken away, replaced with darkness.

When he came to, hours later, it was to a red-eyed and frowning Kugisaki.

They met eyes, and no words were needed between them.

She helped him to his feet, and he sprinted towards the battlefield-

Only to find a wasteland in its place.

All the greenery from the grasses and trees and scattered bushes had been wiped out. The blue water of the river was nowhere to be seen. The redness of blood and purple of curse-bile was gone as if it had never existed. Everything around was grey or brown. Ash or dirt.

Not even the bodies remained.

"Gojo." He didn't bother with an honorific- didn't even think to. "What happened? Where's- Where's Yuuji?"

Gojo didn't answer. Didn't even turn to look at him.

"Oi." He said, his shaky breathing speeding up. "Oi, Gojo."

He walked around to force Gojo to face him- but he wasn't expecting what he found.

"Tsumiki?"

".. Megumi." She said weakly, reaching out to him. He immediately pulled her into an embrace, supporting her full weight and taking her out of Gojo's arms.

"How are you alive? Sister, I.." There was a gentle pressure against his arms, and he released Tsumiki just slightly when he realised it was her trying to pull back.

She took a moment to prepare herself to speak.

"I think.. I met.. Your husband." She said. "Th-the one.. You told me about..."

Megumi gasped. He had spoken to her while she was bedridden, but all their healers told him she wouldn't be able to understand him if she could hear him at all. For years he'd never said a word to his sister. Yuuji had been the one to speak to her, instead, and to convince him to do so as well. 'I know they say she cannot hear us,' he'd said. 'But if she could, well then she should know what she has to look forward to.'

"Yuuji." He said. "You met him- where is he?"

Tsumiki smiled sadly.

No...

"No." He hissed, ignoring the stinging in his eyes and snapping in his heart. "No, you cannot- he would not-"

"Megumi.."

"No! You cannot tell me my husband is dead! You cannot be saved, and alive, and back with me, just to tell me my husband is gone. You were- you two were supposed to be the ones to survive!"

"Megumi--"

"Give her to me." Gojo said.

"No, she is my sister-"

"She needs care. You need something else right now."

"You don't know what I need-"

"On the contrary, I believe I know exactly what you need." Gojo looked him in the eye, and it struck Megumi that he was no longer wearing his mask. The pain and grief in his sky-coloured eyes reminded Megumi of the end of a simpler time and beginning of a more complicated one. When he clutched to himself the body of a monk-dressed assassin he'd just killed and cried like it was his own family member who'd died.

Perhaps it had been.

"Yuuji is gone." He said, and Megumi made an inhuman sound of anger. "And you need to understand that. So go out there and look, and destroy what has not already been destroyed, and do what you will not in front of us. And when you return, we will be here."

Tsumiki reached out for Gojo, and he took her into his arms carefully, before walking off of the deserted field.

Megumi turned back, and did exactly that.

He scoured the entire decimated land for anything that survived.

And when that didn't work he followed the slow-burning fires and found only stray weapons and armour. And when that ended he followed the river as far as its reddened water went, finding only dead horses and useless tools. He kept following the river, long after it had turned blue one more- and found a tree that hadn't been there before.

It was bright and large, stretching well into the sky as if it were something that could cross realms. And though it was the end of winter, when all the snow and ice had melted to leave nothing beneath- this tree was flowering.

The blossoms were a familiar pink.

Megumi fell to his knees at the base of this great tree- and wept. He screamed his pain into the air it breathed, and claws the ground where its roots lay. Why did this happen to Yuuji? Why did he think Megumi could accept this? Could live with this pain? It was killing him. It would kill him.

Why, why, why?

It felt like days had passed by the time he rose to his feet once more. He had not slept, had not eaten, and had not stopped etching his grief into the world before him.

The tree was gone.

He stumbled back along the river, until he found the rotting horses. He followed the burned and blackened stumps of trees, until he found the destroyed once-battlefield. He walked until he reached the small war-tent illuminated by a much smaller fire.

And when he arrived there, he collapsed. Into the arms of his sister, his best friend, his mentor. But not into the arms of the one he craved to see the most. He wasn't surprised. But it hurt all the same.

Zenin Yuuji, his husband, his love, his life itself- was gone.

Megumi died years later, though he wished it was seconds. He fathered no heirs, and was only married once. His mentor attended his funeral. As did his sister. And his best friend. And the Clan he hated. And the family he did not.

They prayed for him to be reunited with his husband in death. He had prayed for this as well.

But he didn't expect it to happen like this.

"Excuse me." A woman said, trying to get past him. He moved on autopilot, unblocking the automatic doors of the konbini and putting an end to the alarm that sounded every time the door opened.

He payed none of it any mind. He couldn't-- not when Yuuji was right in front of him for the first time in hundreds of years.

He was across the street, walking casually. He wore a yellow hoodie, blue jeans and red runners, he had a pair of earphones with a cord in his ears, and much shorter hair than he did the last time Megumi had seen him. But it was the same pink and brown colour, and his eyes were the same gold and his lips were the same shape and it was him- it was Yuuji.

Despite being all the way across the street, Megumi took a step forward and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything that would get those golden eyes to rest on him once again.

But before he could, another figure was stepping up beside Yuuji, throwing an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair, blocking his view of his husband.

Pink hair, red eyes and dark birthmarks in places where black tattoos used to be.

Sukuna.

Megumi clenched his fists, cursing his powerlessness. If only he could still summon his trump card. He sighed.

Even if he could, he wouldn't. It would put Yuuji in danger. He just needed to wait for the walking light to come on, cross the street and then- and then he could look into the eyes of his husband once more.

He tapped his foot impatiently. When the red light for the oncoming cars went on, Megumi crossed without waiting.

Gojo remembered. He was a schoolteacher now, and his husband remembered, too. Nobara remembered. Maki remembered. Even his own father remembered, and he'd been drunk half the time in his old life.

There was no way Yuuji would be the one exception. There's no way fate can be that cruel. Sure, Sukuna was there, too, but Yuuji had always been forgiving. Maybe in this new life- maybe, maybe, maybe-

He caught up to Yuuji and Sukuna quick. They were stopped outside of a pachinko, of course they were, and talking to each other amicably. Megumi reached forward-

And his hand was slapped away.

"Welcome home, my boys."

A woman just shorter than Sukuna rested her hands on their shoulders. His view was blocked by the brothers'.

"Aren't you s'posed to say that when we actually come home? This is a cesspit."

"Shut up Suku-nii, you wish you could live here." His Yuuji said, voice as beautiful as the day he met him. Megumi's throat tightened. He wanted to reach out again-

But his hand wouldn't move.

"No fighting, boys. Go upstairs and wait for Mummy in there, please."

"Yeah, yeah." Sukuna said, dragging Yuuji inside.

And Megumi was powerless to stop them from leaving- as he came face to face with the woman with close-eyed smile, black hair and stitching across the forehead.

"Hello, Zenin-sama." She said, smile morphing into a sickening grin. "Do you- remember me?"

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I've got some request for Doctors AU, I've watched this scene on Grey's Anatomy. Thena's doing a surgery and Gil reminding her that it's time to take her meds, he's also holding some food. Thena walks through him and grumble while being fed by him.

Some cute, soft, quiet moment for them pls plus the interns being confused if they're married or not.

Thank you!!!

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"Okay, and one...two...three!"

Thena and Ikaris both bear down on the patient, Ikaris using his weight to reset the bone in question, Thena holding down the body to minimise the aftershock damage to the socket. It's a sickening sound, but they both laugh a little at the good sign.

One of the interns gags quietly.

"Please," Thena rolls her eyes at them, the last person interested in sparing their feelings. "You're training to be doctors and you're going to flinch at the sound of a hip joint?"

Ikaris looks at Thena as if the little pack of pups isn't even present, "you really do get the worst of the whelps down here."

Thena shrugs at him, "they come here to make cash, not learn."

A hand shoots up, "I wanna learn!"

"Lesson one, don't kiss ass," Ikaris barks at them. "Now, does one of you runts want to help me with the shoulder?"

They look between them, but Thena snaps her gloves off her hands, "you are here to learn. It's almost as if it's part of your jobs here--to learn to practise medicine?"

She tosses the gloves at them, and the one who catches them instead of letting them fall to the floor, she points to, "you."

The intern sighs, visibly tucking their tail between their legs as both Thena and Ikaris glare at them. They take Thena's position at the opposite side of the bed from Ikaris.

"Just hold 'im down. I'm doin' the hard part anyway."

Thena turns as the door cracks open, revealing a certain paramedic, "Gil?"

"Sorry to interrupt," he whispers, slipping into the room. The interns make room for him by Thena's side. "How's it going?"

"Car crash, some of the other guys picked him up pretty far out of the city," Thena narrates as the intern tries not to cry as Ikaris barks at them to hold the patient steady. "He's lucky it's not worse, but bones got pretty messed up from-"

"Having his feet on the dash," both of them finish simultaneously, laughing a little as they do.

The interns look at them funny for laughing at the severity of the injuries, but their backs go straight as Thena looks at them sharply again.

"Any of you ever done that?"

They all shake their heads, and immediately she can tell at least two of them are lying. She narrows her eyes, "tell me what this guy's recovery is going to look like."

They look between themselves, although they're learning that the longer they take doing so the more they get yelled at. "Uh, six to eight weeks minimum in a full cast-"

"And that's after his post-ops are done," Ikaris interjects as he resets the shoulder with another loud and sickening crack of bone on bone. "You don't just reset a hip and then put 'em in a plaster diaper for two months."

"He's lucky the bone didn't break clear through his pelvis," Thena says, not sugarcoating it at all for the young minds in the room. They shudder, but she looks up at Gil, "you back from a run?"

"Yep," he grins at her, "and it's that time."

Thena frowns, turning over her wrist to look at her watch and then back up at him, "I can't just leave the whelps."

Gil shrugs, though, "we can do it here."

The interns begin to trade looks between themselves, a few of them seeming vaguely flustered.

"No, we can't," Thena huffs at Gil, tucked right into her personal bubble. She puts her hands on her hips, "we're in the middle of a case."

"Ikaris has it under control," Gil waves vaguely in the direction of their colleague with his hoodie pocket. "And you're not going to avoid me all day, so you might as well just let me get it over with."

A few of the interns blush.

"Gil," Thena sighs, almost seeming sheepish herself. She knows better than to try and fight him on this, "you don't have to do this, you know."

"Maybe," he neither admits nor denies, instead just sidestepping her protests, as weak as they are. "But I want to, and that's all that matters."

Even Ikaris is eyeing them occasionally while he checks over the rest of the patient's crumbled tinfoil ball of a body.

Thena sighs and rolls her eyes as loudly as possible. Gil lets her, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pill bottle, a bundle of wax wrap, and a bottle of vitamin water.

The interns watch in shock - and maybe a little horror - as Gilgamesh first presses the pill between Thena's lips, then tips up the water for her to take a sip. Her hands remain planted on her hips, so she technically isn't handling any contamination for herself.

"And," Gil smiles as he unwraps the wax wrap, holding up a rice ball.

Thena eyes the onigiri. "Tuna?"

"Of course," he grins, holding it up for her to take a bite. She licks her lips, and he takes the liberty of grabbing a grain of rice she missed for himself.

Thena sighs, unable to keep herself from smiling, "how do you find the time to be such a good cook?"

"Just for you, dear," he chuckles, offering another bite. "How is it?"

He's not talking about the onigiri he has lovingly made and now fed to her. He's not talking about how her day is going or even how this specific patient is going for her.

Thena looks down at the leg of hers that had been impaled an increasing number of weeks ago. She's on the last week of her antibiotic and nerve suppressant medications for it, which Gil is hand feeding her for the sake of keeping her timing consistent.

Gil tucks some of her stray hair behind her ear as he offers another sip of lemonade flavoured water. The interns - and Ikaris - are still being forced to witness every sickening moment of it.

"It's okay," Thena tells Gil honestly as she's chewing. "It's still a little sore some mornings, but once I get going, it's fine."

"And you're still-"

"I'm still doing the stretches," she drones out like a teenager being asked something tedious. Gil has been more strict about her regiment than her physiotherapist, which she has told him multiple times. He only seems proud of that, though.

"Good," he grins as she finishes off the light snack. He swipes his thumb at the corners of her lips again before taking the rest of the water for himself. "Kingo and I are headed out. I'll see you tonight?"

Thena just nods, waving at him to wish him luck on his next run into the field.

Ikaris sighs roughly through his teeth, snapping off his gloves as well. "That's all we can do at the moment. From here, we get him prepped for surgery so we can look at his nerve damage and see just how hard rehabilitation is going to be."

The intern who helped him reset the bone is white as a ghost, paler than the Phantom of the ER herself.

"Go inform Ajak," Thena orders the pups, who walk out talking amongst themselves.

"I didn't know her husband could cook."

"Dude, I didn't even know he was her husband!"

"Really?--all you have to do is see them together once and you know."

Ikaris walks out behind them alongside Thena, who is rubbing sanitiser into her hands. She doesn't seem to be aware of the interns gossiping about her, or maybe she's just used to it. Ikaris has to admit that even he hadn't thought they were together. Although Sersi is always telling him he's a bit thick about this stuff.

He didn't think they were public about it, at least. But it doesn't get much more public than letting your husband hand feed you a home cooked lunch in front of the interns.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #before I even saw the clip #I knew exactly what you were talking about #this is a very cute scene #admittedly Thena isn't a surgeon but I still wanted to write this #Thena is...the queen of oblivious #she and Gil are just like that #as far as she's concerned #yeah he makes her lunches #and sometimes he feeds her if her hands are full #and yeah he calls her honey and dear and sweetheart #and yeah they spend every possible moment together #and yeah everyone knows this about them #but she doesn't see why that makes people think they're together #like...#sure jan #anyway Ikaris goes home like #when did Thena and Gil get married?#and Sersi spits her tea out and gapes at him like WHAT?!?!!?!

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