#R: Crimson Couple

[chiliyue-archived]

Does he fuck or make love ?

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Nikolai, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. rough sex, biting, teasing, overstimulation, nicknames(Belladonna; Doll), pure filth

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Fucks

How can he resist when you're his cute little Belladonna? To DAZAI, your whines are like blissful bells to his ears, each moan causing his cock to twitch just the slightest bit in your mushy walls. Each time you look away from him, his nimble fingers go to the bring your face back towards his, chin grasped firmly with his fingers- and when he isn't busy keeping your attention, the pad of his thumb is making work at your core coaxing more whimprs fall from your mouth. Hickeys and blemishes of purple dots litter around your shoulders and inner thighs, his pace was relentless but you just felt so good. Even as tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, Dazai pays little mind, he may even tease you for it- he came to recognize all your repsonses, he'll quickly become aware if anything was truly causing you discomfort. Afterall, his cock feels so warm and welcoming in your cunt, it was a wonderful opportunity to fuck you up.

" My my~ my sweet Belladonna, barely started and you're sobbing. Worry not, my darling- I'll make you feel good, just keep those pretty eyes on me alright~"

He's a little jerk that loves to see the sheer desperation in your face as you work yourself off his dick. RANPO is quite lazy and a tease at that, he'll make you work for it, laying down, hands behind his head(that or fumbling with your chest) all while your muscles strain to keep bouncing on his hard cock. He quite addicted to the sight befor him; your fucked out expression, lips glistened with drool all by your own doing. He makes you beg for it, telling him what it is you desire. Tongue clicking that you were 'simply giving up now?'But soon enough, his hands plant on your waist and he proceeds to thrust into you without any remorse. His smirk only grows at the mewls you make as his dick hits every right spot. And he adores how you prettily arch your back off the bed, arms reaching out to him for support. Even as you reach your release, his pace doesn't falter, the filthy sounds continuing to echo in the room. His mouth only adds to your torment, spewing out teases that turn your face a crimson red. Any attempts at shielding your burning cheeks is met with a gentle slap against your thigh.

" Don't coward now, Y/N~ not when your were just begging me to take over~ I must say you look adorable like this."

FYODOR loves to see you beg for his cock. He'll over stimulate you with his fingers, tongue, kneading your skin with greedy hands and he'll do this for hours. He pays little mind to your whimpers or how you feebly grabbed onto his shoulder for support. 'Tell what is it is you truly want, my dear.' He would say, lips lazily burshing agaisnt your cheek and fingers curling within your heat. At that point all you could do was babble his name incoherently, chest heaving as shivers ran down your spine at the immense pleasure. Fyodor would tut, you became so dumb with just his fingers alone, tears pricking your irises and thighs clenching together begging for more. Soon enough he'll have your legs wide open, bottoming out with just one thrust. That was in itself was enough to make you see stars, but Fyodor's hips were already setting a brutal pace slapping into you again and again and again. A smirk grew on his face as tears started to prick the corners of your eyes; seeing your fucked out expression becomes a sight that engraves itself in his brain forever, impaled and marked by him and him alone.

" You take me so well, darling. Now don't start crying, you were asking me to fuck you like this just a couple minutes ago. Now be a good little dear and take what I give you."

Makes Love

KUNIKIDA doesn't like saying he fucked you- no, the term is too vulgar and not a proper representation of the feelings he has towards you. Yes, he can rather rough- especially when you're brat- but in many instances, he's very attentive and places your own pleasure before his own. Even now that he has you all spread out against the mattress, his length deep within your most sensitive spots, his always being aware of your comfort. He's aware of his own strength, his cock can easily spear you in half and make tears run down your face, but unless provoked otherwise or requested by you, he keeps himself in check. He has a pace that makes you both feel good, his lips brushing your cheek whilst you mewl beneath him. Sweet nothings and praises drips from his voice at every chance he gets, making sure you know well just how good you make him feel; a low groan would escape him whenever you clench around him, fingers taking you vacant hand or drawing shapes at your cilt. His pace gradually speeds up, adoring the way you lock your legs around his waist. He wants to make he fulfill all your desires, afterall he feels good if you do as well.

"A-ah- you take me so well, my love. Such a good girl, taking me so well. Just a little more, okay? Just like that."

ATSUSHI finds every part of your body to mesmerizing; he always so gentle and careful when kneading at you skin, asking if 'this was okay?' Or 'do you feel good?' He reciprocated your red blush, setting a gentle pace enjoyable to the both of you. Small love bites littered your shoulders, areas in which you can easily cover up, only for his eyes to view alone; he would press chaste kisses to those marks his way of apologizing for being too rough. Soft moans and mumbles of praise would escape him whenever you carded your fingers through his hair. His eyes would pinch shut as gave his length kitten licks, his words of encouragementmeeting no ends. In intimate moments such as these, he finds himself subconsciously grabbing your hand, gently squeezing it as you both approach your high. Atushi gently wipes away your tears as he thrusts into you a bit harder, his thighs trembling with how deep he went. As he approaches his climax, the only coherent words were his expressions of 'I love you.'

" So good, you feel so- good. Ah- y/n, I- Love so much, I can't p-properly express it-! Please cum with me, please-"

Both?! Both !

He tries to be gentle(unless you otherwise wish for him to be rough) and make you feel so good and loved, but the moment you clench around his cock, CHŪYA loses all control. Your legs were wide, bascially folded in half beneath him. His thrust only speeds up, defined arms holding onto your hips- bruises were sure to form with his grip. But the moment tears prick the corners of you eyes, Chūya would pause. As much he was close to his own sweet release the last thing he wishes was for you to be in genuine pain. A chuckle would escape him as you mumble how good he made you feel, your words causing his dick to twitch, only adding to your pleasure with a whine. His hips resumed to rut against you, his lips connecting with many parts of your body; collarbone, chest, wrist. All before finally connecting with your lips, muffling your cries as you reach your climax. He may be rearranging your insides as his tip kisses your cervix and rubs on all the best spots, but that's how he shows he loves you.

" You must be addicted to my dick given the look on your face. If you keep squriming amd making those sounds, I won't be able to hold myself back. But thats maybe what you want, isn't that right Doll?"

It's quite difficult to read NIKOLAI'S expression, especially in heat of the moment when pleasure rocks through your entire body with each precise movement of his hips. Your face is buried within the pillows, your euphony of sounds muffled as his long fingers wrap around the curve of your neck. He applied menial pressure but it was enough to send jolts of pleasure and fear down your shine. How long have you been in this position? You've lost count. Perhaps it was cruel of Nikolai to make you continue like this, panting and grabbing the headboard for support; but the sweet moans and hiccups you echoed back at him- the way your tongue rolled his name when he thrusted into the right spot- it was addicting and he shamelessly succumbed to the pleasure. He would chuckle at the whimpers you make as his thrust grow harder, the sounds of your filthy actions echoing in the room. Purple and red crescent moons formed along the sides of your thighs where his fingertips gripped onto tightly. Along with forming blemishes came the display of bites along back of your neck. He would bite down hard and without worse, his cock twitching at your whines of pleasure and pain. But not matter, he will gladly lick away your tears while his words say the most meanest of things with a dabble of praise in between. But with how clench around his cock, he knows youre adoring it just as much. He could be unpredictable, but he knew how to make you so weak.

" My pretty darling, is the pleasure too much for you, hm~? But I must admit, you feel wonderful, clenching me around like that~ I feel as though I can do this all night. What do you say, care to test the limits~? "

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Sweet Understanding - Emily Prentiss

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Summary: Reader has a rough day at work and Emily knows just how to relieve some stress.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: reader has sensory issues but specific condition is not mentioned. inspired by my real life experiences, i have adhd and get very easily overstimulated so i did get a little self indulgent with this one lol

TW: fingering, oral sex, praise kink, afab reader, use of “girl” and she/her pronouns in reference to reader, mentions of sensory issues, borderline excessive use of pet names, reader is submissive & slightly unsure of herself

Rating: R, there’s a lot of fluff here but it develops into smut so 18+ only please!

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You shut the door a little too hard behind you as you dropped your bag to the floor, sigh of relief falling from your lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” Emily questioned, getting up from her place on the couch to walk over to you. Her slender arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into a much-needed hug after the day you’d had.

“Work was awful, my whole body is sore and I had to fight through how overstimulated everything about that place makes me all day.” You stumbled over your words, your brain struggling to form a coherent thought with how low your social battery was from all of the interactions you had to engage in throughout the day.

“I’m sorry you had a tough day sweet girl, is there anything I can do to help?” Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb swiping softly over your skin. You lean into her touch, looking into her eyes as you search for any semblance of hesitation, but there is none. Emily doesn’t have any reservations about your relationship, she knows how tough your sensory issues are to handle and all she wants is to make life a little easier for you in any way she can. You’re too precious to her, she never wants to see you in pain if she can help it.

“Maybe a bath…together?” You suggest, crimson blush rising over your cheeks. You’re still a little shy to initiate intimacy of any kind, learning to ask for touch from the one person who’s touch you desire most is all so foreign to you after a lifetime of discomfort with contact from others.

“That is an excellent idea, can you get the water running angel? I just have to grab a couple things and I’ll be right in.” You nod and she kisses you on the forehead before parting, making you way to your ensuite bathroom. When Emily was apartment hunting she specifically wanted a tub deep enough to fit two people. As strong as the front she puts up is, she’s really a romantic at heart, and recreating a romcom bubble bath scene had been on her bucket list for awhile. You were grateful for that now, illicit thoughts floating through your mind as you watched the water slowly fill up the tub.

Emily finally joined you, setting your favorite scented lotion on the bathroom counter and pouring some bubble bath into the still-rising water.

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.” She cooed, opening the bottle of lotion and taking a small amount into her palms. She took your hands in hers, her fingers gently massaging the tired muscles in your palms and giving the cracked skin on the back of your hands some much-needed moisture. She knew you couldn’t stand the feeling of your hands being dry, it was one of the seemingly small things that she could help, and she didn’t mind getting to have a little extra time holding your hand.

Once she finished, she helped lift your top over your head, goosebumps forming as the cool air hit your bare skin. You both continued to undress until you were completely bare, your nipples perking at the exposure.

Emily took your hand, letting you brace yourself against her for extra stability as you stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water. Once you were properly settled she stepped in behind you, her back resting against the side of the tub as she pulled your hips back so you were between her legs, your back flush with her chest. You snuggled into her, resting your head on her shoulder and enjoying the way the warm water soothed your aching legs.

“You’re so beautiful babydoll.” Her voice was smooth, and her praise caused your cheeks to flush again.

“Thank you my love.” You purred, relaxing fully against her. Her fingers began to trace patterns up your sides, fingertips dancing along the sides of your breasts. A chill ran up your spine at the sensitive touch, a dull ache growing between your thighs. Her touch became more intense, hands cupping your breasts, gently kneading as your nipples rubbed against her palms. You whined, growing desperate for more.

“What do you need, sweet girl?” She asked, rolling your nipples between her fingers in hopes of eliciting more sounds from you. It worked, whimpers falling from your lips as she tweaked your sensitive buds.

“Touch me please.” You whine, squirming against her.

“I’m already touching you angel, you need to be more specific.”

“Between my legs, please.” You can’t articulate exactly what you want because you’re honestly not sure, you just want her to do whatever she wants with your pussy.

Her right hand movies to your inner thigh, fingers inching closer until she traces your labia, teasingly rubbing just beside your clit. You whine in frustration before taking her hand in yours and placing her fingers on your clit.

“Right here.” You sigh, closing your eyes in anticipation. She rubs slowly at first, almost agonizingly so before picking up the pace, rubbing quick circles over your bundle of nerves. The water begins to sway ever so slightly around you, her arm movements creating gentle waves. You nuzzle your forehead against her neck, soft moans falling just beneath her ear, spurring her on. Before you know it she’s dipping her index and middle fingers inside of you, thumb taking over rubbing your clit as she curls her fingers inside of you.

You’re losing all semblance of reality, only able to focus on her slender fingers pumping expertly into you, coaxing out desperate whimpers as your release draws closer and closer.

Your walls start to contract around her fingers, telling her you were teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s it sweetheart, let go.” She whispers, holding her pace steady until you cry out, a broken sob wracking your body as euphoria washes over you, the tension that had built up throughout the day finally releasing.

Emily slows her ministrations, helping you work through your orgasm before withdrawing her fingers from your pulsing cunt. She plants a kiss on your forehead once more, looking lovingly into your hazy eyes.

“So good for me, angel.” She praises, letting you recover for a moment. You plant kisses along her jawline, taking your hand in yours.

“Thank you.” You sigh, content to sit here with her until the end of time.

“I’m always happy to help you, no matter what.”

“I know, but you’re always so busy and I don’t want to add any stress, it’s not fair to you.” Guilt starts to creep in slightly as you realize you hadn’t asked how her day was when you got home.

“Baby, the team hasn’t had a case in 2 weeks, I’ve done nothing but paperwork all day. You are under a lot more stress than I am right now, and I know you’ll return the favor so don’t worry about it.” She reassured, squeezing your hand.

“Can I do that now? Return the favor, I mean.” You start to rise from the tub, reaching out your hand to help Emily up. She smiles at you, nodding approval as she steps out. The two of you quickly dry off, trailing into the bedroom.

“How do you want me?” She questions, okay with whatever position is most comfortable for you.

“Sit against the headboard and spread your legs, please.” You tell her, always polite even in your desires. She does just what you ask, giving you a full view of her gorgeous cunt. You climb on the bed with her, moving to lay on your stomach with your head between her legs. You look up at her longingly and she smiles down at you, lightly nodding to give you the go ahead.

You dive in, tongue lapping long flat stripes through her folds, desperate to taste as much of her as possible. You were hungry, savoring the delicious taste of her arousal as you dipped your tongue inside of her. Her hand found its way to your hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as she pulled you closer.

Your hand joined your mouth, fingers sliding into her to feel the warmth of her walls pulsing around them. Your tongue gave kitten licks to her clit, slowly increasing pressure and pace until you had her moaning and grinding her hips against you. You wrapped your lips around her bundle of nerves, sucking as you curled your fingers, knowing just how to take her over the edge. You needed to taste her cum, desperate for the sight of her milky white release on your fingers.

“Don’t stop baby, almost there!” She moaned, lightly tugging your hair as her grip locked.

You used your free hand to reach up and tweak her nipple, the added sensation delicious enough to finally give her the release you both were so desperate for. You gently licked her clit, helping her ride the wave until she relaxed, her cries of ecstasy turning to pants of relief. You removed your fingers, sucking them clean before pressing your tongue flat against her entrance to lap up the rest of her arousal.

“You are incredible.” Her words took a moment to register but the moment they did you could feel your heart swell, she was the incredible one. She made you feel more comfortable than anyone else in your life ever had, and you were so grateful for her.

“I love you.” You climbed up to lay beside her, pulling her in for a kiss. She returned the favor, her arms wrapping around your waist.

“I love you too sweet girl.”

You laid your head on her chest, her fingers toying with your hair until you drifted off to sleep.

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[nanaslutt]

I wanna suck gojo off while he is tied up and blindfolded

contains: fem reader, non sorcerer au, established relationship, blindfolds, restraints, so much teasing, dirty talk!!!, begging, edging, praise, body worship, switch!Satoru & reader, oral(m!r), throat fucking, soft at the end,

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“This is so kinky baby~” Your boyfriend cooed, biting his lip as he let you manhandle his wrists together, straddling his lap as you tied his wrists to the bed with a silk cloth. You rolled your eyes at his words before you sat down on his lap, right against his hard boner that poked your ass needily, as you reached over for the blindfold.

“Oh shit, a blindfold too? What are you gonna do to me~” The white-haired man giggled, wiggling his eyebrows at you in exaggeration while you straightened out the blindfold in front of you. “You mess around too much Satoru.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth before you instructed him to tip his head forward so you could tie the blindfold around his head.

"Does everything feel okay?" You asked, watching as he yanked on the wrist binds and shook his head around to make sure it all felt secure. "I fell as snug as a bug in a rug." He beamed, gracing you with his cheesy smile and giggling when you sighed. He wouldn't be laughing for long. "Baby.. this is turning me on." Gojo thrust his hips up into your ass from where you still sat against his crotch; emphasizing his hard-on.

"Good." You replied, letting him hump his hips up against your ass a couple times before you relieved him of the delicious pressure and raised your hips off of his lap, opting to sit on the outside of his thigh on the bed. "Ah fuck waitt~ come back that felt good." Gojo pouted, still thrusting his hips into the air while his hard cock twitched beneath his pants.

He called out for you when you didn't answer, you just watched him squirm in silence until his hips calmed down. "Shit, I think I like this," Satoru said when you once again didn't reply. His body was feeling hot; his senses heightened and on edge as he waited for you to speak, touch him, do something.

You finally spread his legs, making room for yourself as you sat between his thighs and caressed them with your hands, making his body jolt at the unexpected attention. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you rubbed higher and higher up his thighs, each time getting closer to his throbbing cock. Each time he humped his hips into the air, you would retract your touch altogether, waiting for him to catch on.

"Fuck, baby stop taking your hands away." He whined, his wrists pulling at their confines slightly as he grew more and more impatient. "Stop being an impatient slut and I might." You replied, dropping your hands on his hips as you massages just inches away from his cock. The tent in his sweats was twitching every so often, making your mouth salivate. Satoru's face grew hot at the name, he was not entirely the dominant one in the relationship, but the times when you took over and had free control like this were rare, so he cherished the unusual dynamic that had taken place.

"Fuck yes ma'am~" He cooed, smiling at you from his comfortable place on the pillows, loving the way this was going. You slid your hand back down his thighs, before briefly tracing your hands over his bulge; but passing it as you rubbed your hands underneath his shirt and pushed the cloth up to his pecs while you felt up his toned stomach. "You like touchin' me?" Gojo asked, making a heat blossom in your stomach at his words.

"I love touching you Satoru." You replied, "Your body is so hot." Your compliment made his face heat up, a bigger, more aroused smile took place on his face as a crimson blush covered his cheeks. "Ngh-" The man underneath you moaned, his body jerked forward and his abs clenched when he felt you press a kiss right underneath his pecs on his bare skin. "F-fuck." He laughed, tipping his chin down at you and wishing he could see what was going on.

You continued pressing kisses and licks all over the expanse of his abs. You kissed the entire expanse of his body, kissing the sides of his slutty wasit, his clothed pecs, his abs. You made the trail of your kissed more coherent as you brought your mouth to the middle of his sternum and started kissing down his torso in a straight line, aiming straight for his cock.

"Your lips- fuck- they're so soft-" Gojo praised, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt you go lower and lower down his torso, kissing over the sensitive skin of his abs and leaving his body buzzing in your wake. "Yeah? Feel good?" You asked, your hot breath tickling his skin and making goosebumps rise on his arms as you spoke. His mouth was opened in a small o as he nodded down at you.

Gojo's breath had picked up significantly once you got right underneath his belly button, he was fighting the urge to hump his hips forward, but he bet if he did he would rub his bulge against your face; albeit you would probably pull away for longer as a punishment and he definitely didn't want that. "Sweetie~" He cooed, his wrists and hands fidgeting in their bounds as he indirectly asked you to touch his cock.

"What is it Satoru?" You questioned, pulling his sweats a couple inches down his thighs as you spoke. "It hurts~" He wined, wiggling his thighs together while being careful to keep his ass on the bed. "What hurts?" You clarified, staring at his bulge only obstructed by his boxers now, twitching under your eyes. "My cock, 'm so fucking hard." He said like you weren't aware. "Yeah? You're hard?" You responded, teasing your fingers under his boxers before slowly sliding them down, exposing his trimmed white hair that rested above his cock, "I had no~ idea." You teased.

A gasp left Satoru's mouth when his cock sprung free of his boxers and slapped heavily against his pelvis. There was a wet spot that had soaked through his boxers from all the pre cum he was leaking. The tip of his dick was flushed and angry red, shining under the light as it was coated in his seed. Satoru's breath picked up, his cock twitching needily against his stomach while you sat on his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down them at you watched it.

This was torture for the man. He would almost rather have his pants still on, trapping his cock in the confines of his too-tight boxers because at least then there would be some pressure against his cock. Letting it hang free in the open air without you touching it was driving him mad. You noticed how much he was squirming now, his face twisting in displeasure, his wrists pulling against the bind-- he looked so needy like this.

"What do you want Satoru?" You said, making yourself comfortable on your stomach between his thighs as you waited for him to speak. He felt the bed dip, and your voice go lower in the room as you did so, he wanted to know so desperately what was happening. "Need you to touch my cock baby." He said, his previously snarky smile wiped off of his face completely, a more serious and needy look adorning his features now.

"Yeah? This thing?" You teased, taking your pointer finger and running it from the tip of his dick down to the base, smiling when his body jerked and his cock twitched at your ministrations. "Fuck yeah~" The white-haired man groaned, tipping his head back against the sheets, "Right there."

You pulled your finger back from his cock, he was about to protest from the lack of contact again before he felt something warm and wet make contact with his cock, and slowly drip down it. It didn't take very long for him to figure out that you had just spit on his cock. His mind was reeling, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson as more pre started leaking from his cock. Your boyfriend moaned out your name, making your clench your thighs together at the desperate tone that laced his voice.

"Please do something, baby, please." He begged. It was rare that you got to see your teasing boyfriend so pliant for you, it was turning you on to no end. You decided he had been tortured enough, as you leaned forward to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, making him sigh in approval at the contact. "Yessss." He groaned, clenching his fists in their binds when he felt you take his cock in your warm hand and give him a couple slow strokes, spreading the wetness along the length of his cock.

"Does it feel good when I jerk you off Satoru?" You asked, knowing the answer already but needing to hear it from his lips. "Feels 's good baby, feel like I'm gonna cum already." He smiled drunkenly down at you, feeling dazed at the stimulation from being teased for so long. "You'll cum when I say you can." You instructed, to which he nodded obediently. "Whatever you say, mama." His voice ended with a whine when he felt your hot tongue come into contact with his leaky tip.

His cum was slightly Salty, but the taste was so familiar you didn't mind it. You loved going down on Satoru, his cock was so sensitive so anytime you showed it extra attention he would lose his mind. "Oh fuck yeah.." He groaned, clenching and unclenching his hands tied above his head as you wrapped your lips around his head and suckled the sensitive tip of his cock.

His abs clenched and his body jerked forward when you wrapped your tongue around his head, rotating and sucking on it like a lollipop, while you jerked off the rest of his cock with your warm hand. "Yess, suck my fucking cock baby, suck that shit~" He slurred, his body twitching and wriggling against the bed as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, placing your hand that was previously jerking him off on his thigh instead.

"S-hiiiiit-" Gojo was thrashing his head back side to side on the pillows when you bottomed out on his cock, his fat tip hitting the back of your mouth making your throat constrict around him. This felt way more intense than when you usually sucked him off; his vision being obstructed was making every other sense in his body be heightened, making every touch on his body feel like lava.

"Baby, baby, can I fuck your throat, please I- I want to move please." He wined, dropping his chin down so you could get a good view of his face twisted in restraint through the blindfold, his jaw clenching every so often with the need to move his hips. You popped off of his dick, letting it twitch and bob in the air as you spoke, "Should I let you?" You asked him, running your hand up his abs and making his body jerk forward at the unexpected touch.

"P-please baby, won't go too hard I promise." He begged, shaking his head back and forth. You looked back down to his throbbing and flushed cock-- it was twitching and dripping pre so much more frequently now, you could tell he was close; it wouldn't hurt to let him fuck your throat for a short while. You hummed into the air, pretending to think while you kept running your hands over the sensitive skin of his abs.

Without saying a word you dropped your head back down to his cock and took him into your mouth once more, getting about halfway down his girth before you stilled your movements on his cock and hummed out an "mhm" around him, signaling for him that it was okay to fuck your throat. "You spoil me, thank you, baby, thank you." A dopey grin plastered itself on his face before he started to hump his hips into your warm mouth.

Your gags and sputtering around his cock could be heard around the room as you met his thrusts by bobbing your head down on him. His cock repeatedly abused the back of your throat with his sloppy humping; his frequent moans and whines of 'thank you''s filled the room, his soft white hair splaying out on the pillows once more when he laid his head back against the pillows and as you pleasured him with your mouth.

He was leaking so much into your mouth that it felt like he had come already. One thing about Satoru is he dripped pre-cum like a faucet, especially the closer and closer he got to his orgasm. "Baby- fuck- can I cum?" He asked, his already sloppy thrusts losing their rhythm against your battered throat as his high crept up on him. You popped your mouth off of him, you used your hand to jerk him off quickly while you spoke, "Not yet Satoru, I'm having fun."

You dropped your head back onto his dick, rotating your wrist to stroke his cock messily while your mouth met your hand in the middle while you sucked him off. The squelching and slurping sounds in his ears combined with your expert technique was too much for him, he needed to get your approval to cum, and quick, or he was going to do it anyways and get in a lot of trouble for it and maybe even a ruined orgasm.

"Go easy- easy baby please-" He begged, thrashing his head frantically against the pillow as he tried to escape from the stimulation. "If I can't cum p-please slow down-" Satoru cried, feeling his balls tighten and his stomach tie in knots tighter as you worked him up at an alarming pace. You decided to listen to him for once, popping your mouth off of him and your hand alike, you let his cock drenched in your saliva and his own precut throb in the air between you.

"T-thank you, thank you." He breathed, catching his breath for a couple seconds as he felt his orgasm fade from his reach, easing his nerves as the thought of his orgasm being ruined slipped from his head. You stayed silent, watching his angry cock throb while he heaved air into his lungs. You rubbed your hand over his thighs and abs in the meantime, dragging them along his waist, his pecs, all while you rested your heavy head on the side of his thigh.

"Baby, you can start again." He said, not realizing that you were purposely prolonging his orgasm like this. You hummed into the air, the vibrations tickling his legs as you continued to tease your nails over his pale skin. "Thought you wanted me to ease up." You said, gently scratching the skin along his thighs, right next to his dick while you spoke.

"I didn't want to cum without your permission." He sighed, growing impatient the longer you teased him. "Well, that's good.." You acknowledged, drawing circles and other shapes into his thigh while you watched his girth twitch in front of you. "But you ruined my fun." You said, pouting out your bottom lip for dramatics even though he couldn't see you. "Cmon, don't do this." He said, tilting his head at you.

"It's not my fault you can't stop yourself from cumming while I suck you off.." You said, tapping your pointer finger on the tip of his dick and watching it bounce. "You haven't felt your tight fucking throat suck the life out of your dick before.." He retorted, making you laugh. "Maybe you're just too sensitive." You cooed, rubbing quick circles against the slit of his dick, and watching his abs clench in response. "I need to teach you some restraint.." You mumbled, smiling to yourself when his breath started to pick up again from just your minuscule touch.

"Later, teach me restraint later." He begged, pulling his lip between his teeth when you flattened your palm against his tip and started rotating your wrist in circles. "Yeah? You wanna cum that bad?" You teased. Gojo knew that the second he felt your lips around him again he was going to cum, with or without your permission, there was no stopping it. The only thing he could do for himself now was to go along with your teasing and give you the satisfaction you wanted. He was hoping he could last long enough to get through the banter, as every word that left your mouth made his balls tighten with the need to release his cum.

"Wanna cum so bad mama wanna feel your throat squeeze around my cock while you suck me dry-" He cut himself off with a choked moan when you wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking slowly, "And you want it to right? Wanna take my load into your warm fucking mouth." He said, practically reading your mind. You rubbed your thighs together at his dirty words, he was winning, and you knew that, but it felt too good to care. "You have such a filthy fucking mouth, Satoru." You chastized.

"You love it." He smiled; you rolled your eyes at his cocky, all-knowing words before you wrapped your lips around his cock for the final time and quickly fell into a fast pace on his dick, making his body curl in on itself at the intense, rapid stimulation. "Yess- h-hahh~ Fuckkk." Gojo moaned, his back arching as you quickly brought him back to the precipice of his orgasm in seconds.

"Baby I can cum, right? I- I can cum in your mouth?" He wined, his voice losing that domineering tone it held just moments prior. You nodded around his cock, humming out your approval around him when you remembered he couldn't see you. "Thank you mama- fuck- thank you-" He groaned, letting his body relax as the first wave of his orgasm crashed over him the second he had your aproval.

"Ohmygod- Take it- Yes baby, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his back arching and abs clenching under the intensity of his high as warm ropes of his seed spilled into your mouth. You tried to keep up with him, swallowing everything he gave you as you moaned around his cock, sending delicious vibrations down his body as he came hard. You continued to suck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, only pulling away when you felt his cock start to soften in your mouth, accompanied by his groans of protest from his overstimulation. "Good boy Satoru." You praised when your lips detached with a pop, making a boyish grin appear on his face.

Gojo relaxed against the bed, his hands hanging freely in the restraints as he greedily swallowed air into his lungs. You sat up, using your thumb to collect any cum that spilled out around your lips as you popped your finger into your mouth to suck the remains off. You crawled up his body, sitting on his lower abs as you untied the blindfold, revealing Gojo's lidded eyes, flushed face, and fucked out smile to you. You leaned in, cupping his face in your hands as you kissed him passionately, slotting your tongue into his mouth as his met yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

"I should really start eating some more fruit." He cringed at his taste when you pulled away, making you giggle in response as you rolled your eyes at him. "You could eat me instead." You retorted, caressing his cheeks in your hands as you smiled lovingly at him. He bit his lip and smiled at the thought of doing to you what you just did to him. "Fuck you're always so full of good ideas." He sighed, leaning his head against your hand before you pulled away and started working on untying the binds on his wrists. "Get ready for a taste of your own medicine." He smiled mischievously, using his hands to grip the sides of your waist and flipping you around so your back was against the sheets as he attacked your neck in kisses, making you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[icy-bluez]

Louder

Warnings: Smut fic, gentle sex, startled l&ds bois

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

Synopsis: You sneeze during sex, while they're inside you.

A/N: Inspired from a smut manga I forgot the name of.

Xavier

The night had gotten too heated too quickly. It began with gentle pecks on each other's lips after coming back from work, him tending to your bruises, doing your hair for you.

But now he was buried deep inside you rolling his hips back and forth, dragging out the movements making your eyes roll back into your head while he gripped the sheets like a lifeline. The room was silent except for the sounds of your lovemaking, occasional gasps and moans.

So when you started breathing in loudly, Xavier just assumed it was because of him making you feel good, too distracted to notice you were about to sneeze.

Lo and behold, you let out a mighty sneeze, moving your head to the side. The contractions of your vagina made Xavier let out a startled whimper followed by a deep groan as he came much too quickly than he usually does. His body shuddered on top of you for a couple moments before he looked up, sweaty and startled into your eyes.

"Mm..ah..What just-"

You burst out laughing, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm so sorry, I just sneezed.."

Xavier looked at you for a couple moments before leaning down to kiss your chest.

"We'll just have to go once again..."

Zayne

You were loud, really loud. Mostly because Zayne was just too good at doing what he was doing right now.

Blowing your brains out.

Your foreheads were pressed together, eyes closed, focusing only on each other's pleasure. His hips moved at a slightly frantic pace inside of you and you loved it, biting your lips at the feel of it stretching you out. When he got up onto his knees and thrust inside, you let out a startled gasp, eyes blowing wide open. Looking at him through lust clouded eyes, you saw an amused grin on his face.

You pulled him towards you and started kissing him, he obliged. Soon enough however you felt a sneeze incoming, gripping his sculpted arms you broke the kiss trying to convey it but couldn't, in time. You put your hands over your mouth instead. He thought something was wrong.

"Y/N..? Is something...Nngh..!"

He almost came, almost. Letting out a startled groan before putting his body weight on his elbows on either side of you, arms flexing.

"Did you just sneeze?" He asked, out of breath. You nodded, about to sneeze again, trying to signal that with your hand.

"Wait, wait, wait...!"

He did not make it out in time. He groaned loudly, right in your ear making you blush deep crimson. He gripped your body tightly as he came, shuddering and gasping. He did not like the fact that he came before you. When he came to, he looked at you with a ferocious, hungry gaze.

"Well, I must take my revenge for that." He says, voice and octave lower, right in your ear.

Rafayel

"You're quite bold, you know? Scandalous even." Rafayel says. Words muffled by the hot hand covering his mouth.

"You asked for it..." You say, continuing to bounce on his lap. He was deep inside you feeling warm and slightly numb. Rafayel threw his head back, his mouth open and eyes closed enjoying the pleasure as his hands grabbed your waist. Yours gripped his thighs, breasts bouncing in rhythm with your movement. When your thighs started feeling tired however, he grabbed your waist and buried his face in your shoulder.

"Are you alright? Want me to continue?" He questioned. When you nod, Rafayel laid you down on the bed, pounding into you with a passion. Your legs wrapped around his waist, digging into his back when you gasped feeling a sneeze incoming.

"R-rafayel...!" You start, unable to continue because of the dizzying pleasure. He probably did not hear you, lost in you as he was.

You let out a sneeze, in que Rafayel whimpers loudly, feeling his length being pressed harshly between your folds by the muscle contractions. You both come soon after that, grabbing each other as you come down from the high.

He looked at you questioningly, sweat dripping from his naked neck, lavender-blue eyes, bright and content.

You peeked at him from between the gaps of your fingers.

"I sneezed, sorry."

Both of you laughed gently, before Rafayel with bright red ears bites your shoulder and whispers-

"I wouldn't mind if you did that again."

ANTHOLOGY LIST

[saberlight1]

lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

masterlist

You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

crimson red part two

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON/DUBCON, R*PE, M*RDER, stalker!rafe, branding, scaring, p in v sex, unprotected sex, knife kink, descriptions of blood

part one / part two / part three

you can practically feel rafes eyes on you. all day every day, no matter where you go, you know he’s not far. you try to go on with your normal routine, chest bandaged up underneath your shirt as you cringe, tugging at the scars as you attempt to reach the top shelf at the grocery store.

“here, i got it for you.” a tall man reaches up for you, grabbing the box of cereal and placing it in your hand.

“thanks so much!” you sigh with relief. you certainly don’t want to stretch your scars and cause them to start bleeding again.

“no problem.” he smiles at you. “i’m liam, what’s your name?” “oh, uh, y/n.” you also smile but he must get the vibe that you’re not really interested, giving you a nod before continuing down the aisle. liams handsome, but you won’t drag anyone into your life, not when rafe is knocking at your door every night. he doesn’t need to break in anymore, you gladly open it for him.

you finish your grocery shopping, wishing you would have gotten a chance to go earlier as you shiver, the cold air hitting your skin as you step out, still pushing your cart now filled with bags.

the setting sun guides you towards your car, making you realize that theres no streetlights as you squint to load your car, filling the trunk when you hear someone clearing their throat. you turn, expecting rafe.

“oh, hi.” you realize through the growing darkness that it’s liam.

“hello again.” his voice is deep, but nothing like the easy purr if rafes. “can i help you load your groceries?” you look to your cart, only a couple bags left.

“i’m almost done, but thank you.” you nod, turning back to your car, but you don’t hear his footsteps moving away on the pavement, instead there’s a scuff of a step forward. you keep your attention on your trunk, praying that he will get the hint and walk away. you hear a strangled gasp that has your eyes widening, turning quickly to see liams body crumple to the ground.

“oh my god, rafe!” you scream. rafe moves quickly towards you, pressing his palm against your mouth as your eyes widen.

“i told you to stay away from men. the only reason i don’t slit your throat too is because i heard you telling him to leave.” rafe moves his hand slowly, your chest still heaving up and down but now under more control.

you look from his blue eyes to liam, his eyes now completely lifeless and glazed over, red spilling from the cut on his throat.

“now let me help you.” rafe loads the rest of your groceries while you stand frozen. you let him move you, carefully take your hand and guide you to your passenger seat. realization doesn’t set in until rafe drivers you home, taking all your groceries in for you while you’re sat stunned in the car.

“come on inside.” rafe coos softly, his voice in contrast to the sharp blade inside the leather sheath hanging from his belt.

“oh my god.” your words whisper out before you scream the next ones. “you’re a murderer! you killed that guy!”

rafes hand is back over your mouth as you begin to struggle, trying to get away. you knew rafe was capable of terrible things, but you never expected for his obsession with you to go this far.

“shut up.” rafe grunts, letting out a shout when you bite at his palm, sinking your teeth in and pulling back, trying to hurt him even a little bit as much as he hurt you.

you manage to squirm away for only a minute before rafe is dragging you inside. “you made a serious fucking mistake!” rafe yells, tossing you over your shoulder as you resign to your fate, slumping forward. “going to show you what happens when you are a fucking brat.”

he throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing as he tugs your shirt off, not caring about the tears streaming down your cheeks. he rips your shirt in two pieces like it’s paper, so effortlessly it has your eyes widening, a reminder of his physicality, his pure strength.

“r-rafe.” you plead out, but he ignores your whimper of his name, grabbing your wrist and using your own shirt to tie it to the headboard. he rips your sports bra off next, again tearing it, causing your skin to burn from the sudden movement of the fabric. your other wrist is tied up next, so tight it makes you cry out.

“rafe, please, i’m sorry.” you lean forward, trying to convince him to stop. “i was just scared.” “you should be scared of me. i could fucking kill you and you act like such a brat. you should have waited for me to help you in the grocery store.” it’s ridiculous. all liam did was help you get something off the shelf, and rafe fucking murdered him for it.

“you’re right.” you nod. “just be gentle, please.” you plead, your cunt bruised and red from last night when rafe had you, shoved your face into your own mattress to soak up your tears as he tore your pussy apart.

“ill do whatever i want.” rafe peals the bandage back from your breast, tapping the scar in a shape of his first initial. “should i remind you that you're mine?”

you just whimper. you have nothing left to say, no dignity still inside as rafe tugs your pants off before undressing himself, placing his sheathed knife on your bedside table like always. a reminder, now a reminder stained with an innocent man's blood.

“my pretty little pussy.” rafe coos, fingers swiping through your folds. “she's so pretty i love her so much.” he bends down to kiss your clit before baring his teeth and biting down, making you cry out, back arching as you strain against the wrist restraints.

“did that hurt or did you like it?” rafe questions, kissing your clit again like he didn't just gnaw on it. “or both?”

you know he expects an answer, the way he's looking up at you impatiently. “both.” you hate admitting how much you like the effect rafe has on your body, but with his face in your cunt you know the rush of wetness would give it away anyways.

“good girl.” he hums. rafe picks your hips up, so used to manipulating your body as he shoves his hips forward, sinking his cock inside of you in one smooth motion.

“fuck, still so tight.” rafe grunts out, immediately setting a fast pace, cock stretching you out without remorse. the pain just amplifies your pleasure as you moan.

rafe is thankful that you have no close by neighbors with how loud the both of your are, his thrusts hard and punishing, one hand moving to pinch and pull at your clit, deciding not to be gentle as part of your punishment.

“p-please untie me rafe.” you whimper out.

“what, so you can just bite and hurt me again?” he shakes his head. “i don't think so.”

rafe groans as your cunt clenches around him, your hands gripping onto your ruined shirt, fingers starting to go numb from lack of blood flow.

“maybe i should just leave you tied up. maybe get some handcuffs and chains that way no man will ever flirt with you again.” rafes eyes stay on the scar on your chest. “maybe i should finish carving my name on you.”

“n-no. im yours, rafe. i know that.” you do. you thoroughly belong to rafe. even if he forgot about you, let you go free, stopped watching your every movement, you'll never be truly free. he's utterly wrecked you for anyone else to the point where you crave him.

with every thrust of his cock and tug of his fingers, you feel yourself breaking more. 

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[writingsbymo-mo]

I'm not Alcoholic

Drunk!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, drunken shenanigans, Ran being a worried older brother as he should

Summary: you got off late from work, head to the convenience store near your apartment. What you didn't expect was the surprise you'd have when you get home.

"Sigh...another night of cup noodles. Least they had my favorite tonight."

You were finally on your way home from work, having to take some overtime to finish up a few things. Just another typical day. You were glad you had the next couple days off to rest instead of slaving away with minimal pay. "I need to find a new job," you sighed, clutching your bag from the combini, strolling briskly to your apartment.

As soon as you approached the building, you opened your bag, digging your keys out with a minor struggle but you managed to find them. "Phew, now I don't have to break a window....eeeh, nevermind." You shook your head, arriving at your door when you dropped your bag and keys in a panic. "R-Rindou!"

You scrambled over to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was hot to the touch, face flushed crimson when you noticed a subtle sweet smell coming from his breaths. Ah, of course.

Arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his heater of a body, slurring his speech as he said your name. "Mmmine...."

"Rin!" You squeaked. A rush of warmth blossomed in your cheeks. You tried wriggling your way out of his hold but of course, his firm arms were too strong to move even in his current state. "C-can we go inside please?"

His arms slumped as soft snores left his lips. Somehow, it's like he understood...maybe? Doesn't matter. You stood up quickly, grabbing your keys and unlocked the door. "Rin....Rindou...pst, Rindou," you shook his shoulder, mumbling his name. His eyes cracked open, hiccupping and smiling at you. "Shoo pretty."

You smiled and shook your head, hoisting him up from under his shoulder, "thanks Rin, let's get you inside and something to drink, ok?"

He stumbled and swayed, giving you a hard time keeping your balance, walking him to the couch. You set him down, lifting his legs onto the cushions. "I'll go get you some water. Rin," you turned around and muttered under your breath, "and give Ran a quick text. Bet he's worried sick."

With a glass in hand, you filled it up with cold water. 'I should get him something to eat too,' You thought, 'guess I'll be making two cup noodles.'

While you let the water heat up, you stepped back into the living space and nearly dropped the glass. "R-RINDOU?!"

"Wwhaaat?" He whined. His arms were folded across his chest as he stretched his legs out on the couch in splits....with nothing on, giving you a full view of himself.

"W-why did you take your clothes off?" You placed the glass on the table next to the couch.

"Tooo *hic* waaarm..."

"I'll get the fan," you picked the glass back up, handing it to him, "this will help you in the meantime." You smiled, kissing him atop his head.

Soon, he began to feel better. His snores filled the room as you placed a blanket over him. You didn't have the mental capacity to think about explaining why he's naked under the covers. That's a problem for tomorrow you. With quiet steps, you got into bed and fell asleep.

A few hours into the night, you were woken up to something pressing into your back. Something warm. Something that smelled subtly like sandalwood. "R-Rindou," you croaked through your tired and dry throat. "What are you doing in here?" He grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into your neck as his hot breath sent tingles down your spine. You sighed in defeat. You knew he wouldn't wake up in this state nor could you escape his grasp. All you could do now is try to fall back to sleep. "Goodnight Rin. Please don't scream when you wake up..."

Bright rays of the morning sun illuminated your room. You cracked your eyes open and yawned with the stretch of your limbs. A deep, tired groan entered your ears as Rindou stirred awake. "Fuck...," he lifted his head, gripping his forehead.

"Need something for that hangover?"

He jolted back, eyes wide as his mouth hung open. "H-how did—WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!"

"You stripped them off when you got too hot...they're uh...still in the other room..." you blushed and looked away, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you usually do that when you're drunk?"

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's not the first time it's happened...did I—"

"No, you just went to sleep. Don't worry. Actually...I did find you outside my door when I got home. You scared me, Rin! I was worried you got sick or maybe Ran got mad at you over something..." you looked down with a small pout, releasing a heavy sigh, "just glad you're safe."

Rindou placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you against his bare chest. "Sorry, love," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in his warmth. "Oh, when you head back...um...you kind of owe Ran for keeping him up almost all night..."

"Fuck.......better get the usual...."

"Sorry, Rin..."

-------------

Ring....ring.....

Ran: —is Rindou there?!

You: Yeah...he uh...fell asleep at my door...and is now on the couch.

Ran: Sigh...that little shit...he owes me for keeping me up this late...

You: Haha, yeah. Knew you'd be worried.

Ran: ...yeah...at least I know he's safe and I don't have to bail him out.

You: Oh! Uhhhh....does Rin usually...strip when he gets drunk?

Ran: I'm starting to believe that's a yes.

You: Ummm, and what's that supposed to mean, Ran?

Ran: I've only seen this happen a couple times when he's shitfaced drunk. Woke me up playing his mixes and found him jamming in commando...

Yiu: pffft ahahha! Oh...my god...he didn’t!

Ran: Oh, he fucking did. Threw a pillow in his face and told him to go the fuck to sleep!

You tried to hold in your laughter but to no avail, you cackled into the phone.

You: That's fucking hilarious! But anyway, I'll tell him you owe him when he wakes up. See ya.

Ran: Mmhmm.

Click

"Sorry Rin but it looks like you'll be making a stop before you head home tomorrow..."

[aetherdoesthings]

hanahaki!reader x arlecchino part 2

forethoughts: i'm aetherdoesthings, of course i don't stick to my schedule. anyways, apologies if the timing of this fic seems wonky. i had specific scenarios in my head when i was planning this, with each stage of filming, which i have no clue about because that is not the path i took, so yeah :]. enjoy early upload!

notes: alocohol mentioned!!! drinking is in this!!! reader does drink!! don't be like reader this was just for plot drink responsibly guys!!! modern setting, arlecchino and reader are actresses, fem!reader, hanahaki au

“So, how’s everything? Still coughing up a storm?” You choked on your coffee when you heard that familiar voice, echoing in your head like a broken stereo. 

“I guess you still are. Wow, an entire year?” Arlecchino chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the coffee machine. “So what did the doctor say? Just a cough? Cold? Colds don’t last for a year. Doesn’t look like a fever.”

“R-Right, u-um, just a cough. Y-Yeah.” You nodded your head, mustering up a smile.

Damn it, Y/N, you’re an actress. Act. You scolded yourself on your performance. 

“Alright then.” Arlecchino gazed at your smile, one finding its way onto hers. “I hope you’ll be okay; tomorrow is all about shooting promotion videos and the day after traveling from studio to studio to do interviews.”

Your face instantly paled at Arlecchino’s words. Shit. Promo week. No rest, non stop smiling, repeating the same phrase over and over again on different networks and platforms. The worst part was that Arlecchino was right by your side the entire time during the shoot, acting all lovey dovey towards you to sell to the audience that the two of you were playing a pair of couples. Then again, you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to read comments after comments of netizens shipping the two of you together. Your heart fluttered at the thought, the child inside you kicking their feet in the air as you held back a grin. Well, you held the grin back, but not the cough.

Your left hand shot up to your mouth, your body already letting the cough take place, letting the petal travel up your esophagus and into your palm. You didn’t like how your body was already used to the feeling of having a part of a flower regurgitate out of you, muscles immediately jumping into action and making way for the disease in your lungs. Your stomach churned as Arlecchino rubbed her hand on your back, trying to comfort you and make you feel better.

“Oh, Y/N…” Arlecchino’s hand took the hand that was on your mouth, holding it in hers as she made you look at her. It took every single willpower inside you to not blush or let any sort of heat course through your body, biting down a whine as her fingers found its way to your chin. Your bones turned into toothpicks, joints threatening to disappear. 

“Are you sure you are going to be alright? You don’t need to power through all those interviews if you physically cannot-”

“I can.” A surge of stubbornness and pride overpowered your senses. Arlecchino didn’t know you were in love with her, and Arlecchino certainly did not need to know you were in love with her, and that you were a weak little coward that let a disease run your life.

“I can.” You repeated yourself, nodding your head. “I’ll power through. I promise.”

You felt like you were telling yourself that more than you were telling Arlecchino. 

Arlecchino stared at you, those crimson eyes giving you no clue into what she felt. Arlecchino pursed her lips, before removing herself from you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, darling.”

And just like that, Arlecchino left the room, her hands leaving your body. You let out a gasp at the missing touch, confused and baffled by her actions, cheeks flaring red at her nickname for you. All alarms in your brain all went off at once, your stomach doing a backflip and your vertical toothpicks turning horizontal. You looked at your left hand, noticing the empty palm. That’s strange. A flower petal was always there after your skin turned red and you got lightheaded. Your mind flashed back to Arlecchino’s hand around yours, how you thought her act of intertwining your fingers was supposed to be an effort to comfort you. 

Oh, how naïve you were.

Arlecchino had the petal.

Arlecchino knew.

Arlecchino was going to have the evidence she needed to confirm her suspicions.

How would she even know-

You always coughed whenever she got close or when you talked to her, you idiot, and she’s a fucking genius, so she’ll piece everything together! Your brain quarreled with each other, your body leaving the room as you stood there like a soldier made of stone, palm open and empty.

Maybe there wasn’t a petal this time. One side argued.

There always is one. 

But maybe there wasn’t.

You leaned onto that sentence, clinging onto it as if it was your lifeline. Maybe there wasn’t a petal this time when you coughed. Maybe it really was just a cough. It wasn’t a cough from your stupid crush on the beautiful, intelligent-

She definitely knows.

You stared at the bread knife on the table, stabbed into a piece of baguette. If only that baguette was your heart, perhaps you wouldn’t have to deal with the constant yes or no that battled in your head, no side willing to raise the white flag yet. 

This was Arlecchino. Hollywood star with a hundred million followers. Everybody knew her name. No haters, no drama, just an absolute queen living among peasants. And… you were one of those peasants. 

As if Arlecchino would ever love you back.

As if Arlecchino would ever want to spend time with you, a total D tier so-called actress.

But maybe there wasn’t a petal this time.

Maybe. How that word was able to make hope fill your heart and shatter it into tiny pieces.

Furina was giving a speech. You were amongst the crowd of both cast and crew, a glass of wine in your damp grip. Your finger drummed against your pants, waiting for her monologue to end so you could ditch the party. 

Somehow, you managed to survive through the whole filming process, despite having to cough up petals every day. Yes, people turned their eyes towards you, then towards the other normal people to talk about the freak you were. Coughing and disrupting every other scene where Arlecchino’s character had to be in close proximity with you. The minute Furina ended her speech, you snatched a full bottle of wine from one of the serves, disappearing into the blank hallways before anyone could start a conservation with you. You ducked into a nearby broom closet, the walls managing to drown out most of the sound of laughter and conversations. You closed the door behind you, sinking down to your knees as a sigh of relief passed through your lips instead of a petal. With the bottle of wine already opened, you wrapped your lips around the front, chugging all the wine down your throat, hoping that’ll be enough to make you forget your situation, even better end your predicament for you. If the disease wasn’t going to kill you, alcohol will. And you were a much bigger fan of the latter.

The noise did not die down for the rest of your time you spent in the closet, your head resting against the wood. Maybe no one will find you here, and leave you here to rot. Yeah. No one paid attention to you, even though you were supposed to be the co-star of the movie. After all, it was Arlecchino you were working with. Arlecchino. Everyone loved her, everyone wanted a picture with her. You? You were just there to hold her bags. That was all you were worth.

“Oh, Arlecchino.” You laughed into the darkness, head rolling against the door. “Why must you be like this?”

You despised the feeling of helplessness and dependency on another person.

You never intended to fall in love with Arlecchino. The constant need to see her and hear her voice was never desired.

And now there was a damn disease you were plagued with that forced you to confront something you wish never existed.

There were two options to get rid of hanahaki forever. Either you confess your love to Arlecchino and she says yes, or you confess your love to Arlecchino and get rejected. 

“Like she’ll ever love me back.” You laughed, bringing the glass to your mouth, even though it was empty.

Suddenly, the door swung open, causing you to fall onto the wooden ground, drunken eyes readjusting to the harsh lights, a crimson and white figure partially blocking your sight.

“Hmn. So this is what people stricken by hanahaki is like? They drink themselves out of their misery and hide in a broom closet?” Arlecchino’s voice echoed in your head, that signature snarkiness and mockery in her voice. Though there was a tint of warmth and concern in her voice as well, or maybe you were just hallucinating again. 

Yep, you’re done for.

[murdrdocs]

murder couple; ghostface!luke and r; bloodplay; allusions to murder dark content; MDNI 18+ based on a req from 🍒 anon w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

when the masks come off, you're uninhibited.

it's a bit ironic. you'd mused to yourself about it a couple of times, standing beneath the shower stream and letting the warm water rinse off the sins of the night; the way you and luke are calculated characters when you're in the masks, and only your true selves when the masks come off. not when you're with the others. with them, you're more than characters. you're caricatures of the perfect couple.

no one could suspect that this is what a perfect couple really is, a couple that kisses each other stupid while your hands smear blood splatters and dirt smudges along each other's skin.

usually, you're both cleaner about the job.

but tonight was different, a special occasion proposed and orchestrated by the man that you're waiting to fuck your brains out. it was a gift to you, he said, still speaking in the voice modulator up until he took the mask off. naturally, you followed his lead.

and it was fun, watching the fear turn into recognition. watching the recognition turn into delusion, a belief that you two would let them go, only for realization and acceptance to come into play when it was far too late.

which left you and luke to revel in it all. to expel the excess adrenaline from your bodies in the best way that you knew how, uncaring of the still-warm blood just mere inches away from you both. by the time you leave the crime scene, there's more evidence on both of you than there normally would be, handprints of blood on your ass and back, streaks of crimson ran along luke's scar and caked between his abs.

and then just a few hours later in the warmth of daylight, the news hits the group chat and you and luke put your costumes on. you join your friends, sorrowful faces carefully painted on as you begin to fit in. they turn to luke for guidance, and then to you for solace. they lean on your shoulders and cry, thanking you for being there for all of them, telling you that they worried themselves sick, wondering aloud what they would do without two important people in their lives.

luke tells you later that night when he's suiting up that they just make it all so much easier for both of you.

[4lc1na]

shes soft...but only for you...

(no one under 18 should read this, I do not recommend.) this is also a continuation of the first one I made, but it's a couple months after.

If you'd like to read it, it's pinned on my acc.

It's been a few months...the castle is still the cold, Beautiful lavish place it's always been..for years...though things have changed ever since that one...Day ..the day mistress Alcina took control of Y/N.

Everything changed, Alcina is...SOFTER? But, how? lady Alcina Dimitrescu? NICE!?..it's hard to believe someone so dominant can be so .. Charming and sweet towards her maiden.

Currently, Alcina is in her wine room, reading a book. She's in her own world, until a knock on the door was heard. It made her jump a bit, she seemed to just be staring at her book instead of reading.

"my lady? May I come in?" Y/N called out from outside the door, patiently waiting for a response..alcina got up from her seat and opened the door, seeing Y/N standing there. A small smile formed on her Red crimson colored lips, as she looked down at her favorite Sweetheart.. "yes ..you shall, darling...please, spend time with me.." Alcina insisted..beckoning Y/N inside...the memory still flooded her mind, Y/N's naked beautiful body pressed against her...making a sweet cute maiden lose their breath...oh god ..she was so in love..

"thank you my lady ..I'll stay as long as you like..." Y/N said, almost breathlessly...its like Alcina had such a strong affect on her, making her weak to the knees..as she walked inside, she sat in a chair, her eyes following Alcina as she also sat next to her.

"so ...my dear ..." Alcina's large leather gloved hand rested on Y/N's thigh, her thumb caressing it, she then continued to speak "I have... unfinished 'business' with you .." she said in a sultry whisper, making Y/N shiver slightly.. "what ..is the business.. " Y/N whispered, her voice a bit shaky...oh god...she was so...soo soaked ..she already knew the business, she just likes to hear it from Alcinas sweet...soft lips....

"...it's quite physical dear...." her hand trailed up Y/N's thigh, to the point she could feel the heat emanating from between them ... "Oh ...r-really ..." Y/N whimpered quietly as her hand got higher...and higher...she felt so sensitive, she could just...release right then and there, but she held back for her lady, she held it in.

Alcinas cold, now ungloved finger, traced Y/N's sensitive Slit....feeling how wet...and Hot it was..."yes, love...I'll be as rough as you want ... anything but soft .. I'll accept."... Alcina whispered, a small smirk on her lips, her finger pushing Y/N's panties aside, causing the cold air to hit the sensitive flesh.

Y/N squirmed a little, whimpering, not wanting to be exposed without Alcina touching her..fuck...she hates waiting, she just wants Alcina to DOMINATE her, HIT her...A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G...

Alcina's finger pushed into Y/N's sensitive, wet entrance.."o-oh god ...my lady i-..." Y/N whimpered, she wanted to cum so bad, but the way Alcina teased her by going slow, was killing her. "Please!...please don't tease me, my lady....I need this..."

After that, Alcina had picked up the pace, her finger pumping in and out, her finger curling in those sweet spots Y/N never thought she could get touched in...

After a few moments of 'Pumping' Y/N shuddered and let out a loud cry of pleasure, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, her body shaking so hard...

"very good .." Alcina whispered, pulling her finger out. Y/N let out a satisfied 'hah...' her body still shaking from the aftermath....

"I don't know...how you do that so well...but I'll never get tired of it..i really ..love you...my lady..." Y/N whispered, still sensitive... Alcina flashed a soft, beautiful smile "I'll make sure you remember that I love you more .."

THE END ...

Y'all, I'm sorry it's like straight to the point, and pretty short, But thank you so much for reading it....and you...you 12/10/9 year old ..ill find you...and your parents AND TELL THEM TO BLEACH YOUR EYES FOR READING THIS...or ill do it myself👻😡🦀

[sorceresssundries]

Every Shade of Sunlight

This is a BG3 anniversary gift for my friend @mercymaker <3

Pairing: Astarion/Maleane (m/f) - SFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: It is the last night before the group go to face the elder brain, and Maleane takes Astarion to watch the sunset for possibly the final time.

"Darling, as much as I appreciate a little rough and tumble down a dirty alley, you’ve been dragging me through the city for quite a while now. Is there a specific dirty alley you had in mind? Or, did you just get sick of camp? Not that I blame you, my sweet. Gale has been particularly irritating this evening.” 

“Perhaps he's just trying to squeeze out as many words as possible in our last few hours together?” Maleane replied, her eyes scanning the shadows diligently.

Astarion sighed. “Sometimes, I’m glad he hasn’t decided to blow himself up. Other times, I regret not persuading him to do it sooner. He is frightfully repetitive.”

Maleane rolled her eyes, and could feel her lover’s greedy gaze on her as she strolled through the hidden alley which ran through the bowels of Grey Harbour. She was trying very hard not to be distracted; she had a careful, precise, time-sensitive plan. If Astarion didn’t stop brushing his hand over hers or making suggestive comments, she would definitely end up fucking him in a dirty alley. That wasn’t what she had planned... at least not right now.

“Aha!” She turned to him with a grin and pointed to a dank, well-hidden ladder that looked so rotted one step might turn it to mulch.

He looked highly unimpressed. “Unless that ladder leads to a cultist to kill and a heavy treasure chest to break into, I think I’ll stay down here.” he sneered.

“It leads somewhere much better than that. Trust me.”

He raised an eyebrow, sceptical. “Better than murder and treasure? This sounds like a trap.”

She grabbed the ladder with confidence despite its decrepit appearance. “You’ll just have to see for yourself.”

With a wary glance, Astarion followed her up the ladder, his usual swagger slightly tempered with caution. 

At the top, Maleane clambered onto a ledge and over a small railing to a tucked-away rooftop. The last light of the day bathed the space in a warm, golden glow, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. The rooftop was modest, nowhere near as spacious as Alfira and Lakrissa’s haven atop the Elfsong. This one was dingy, with weathered stone tiles underfoot and the faint remnants of old paint on the wall of the larger building that towered next to them. However, Maleane had done her best to breathe a little life into it.

A variety of plants, from hardy ferns to flowering vines, were strategically placed around the space, creating pockets of greenery and bursts of colour. Comfortable cushions, covered in bright but slightly faded fabrics, were scattered about, arranged on a couple of old wooden crates repurposed as makeshift seating. In one corner, a small wrought-iron table, a bit rusty but still sturdy, held a collection of candles in different shapes and sizes and a bottle of expensive wine

“This… this is unexpected.” Astarion turned to her, surprised.

“Don’t get too moony-eyed,” she teased. “I stole it all.”

“Well, then I'm even more impressed.”

“Come on. Sit.” Maleane gestured towards the makeshift bench while she poured out a glass of wine for them. 

Together they sat, and spoke, and sipped their wine. Maleane resting her head on her lover’s shoulder as they watched the sun set on their final day with parasites in their heads. Tomorrow, one way or another, Astarion would no longer be able to bask in the light he had become accustomed to. It pained her. 

The view from the rooftop was nothing short of spectacular. The Chionthar stretched out below, glowing with shades of gold and crimson. The sounds of the bustling city were muted, a low background hum—ambient sounds for the two lovers on a rooftop in the city they were trying to save. 

“As delightful as your company is, it feels like you’ve brought me here for a reason, my love. Or are you just feeling sentimental?”

“Show a little patience, you’ll see.”

“Darling, I was a slave for almost two hundred years. Patience is the only thing I've ever had.”

She nudged him with her elbow, and nodded her head back towards the sunset. “Watch.”

He sighed dramatically, then quieted, watching as the sun he loved almost as much as her began to sink below the horizon. The shimmer of yellow, soft and tired after a long day, was slowly being dragged away. Astarion stared at it with barely concealed longing, all his usual bluster and facade dropped. He observed the sunset the way one would watch their lover walk out the door for the final time.

Maleane, however, only watched him as light muted and the shadow of dusk fell over his face, turning his eyes from shining scarlet to a deeper maroon—so much deeper they could almost be mistaken for brown. His skin looked less pale, his fangs hidden beneath the straight line of his lips. He looked the way she imagined he did when he was alive.

She often wondered what he was like in those days, when he was young and human and fragile. Did he ever steal bottles of wine and sneak away to hidden rooftops in the city he lived and loved in? What did he look like, smell like, sound like? Maybe his words used to sound different slipping off a tongue that wasn’t silken and practiced. Perhaps his vowels were rounder, his accent softer, uncut by the sharp points of his teeth. 

Maybe he was an entirely different person, or perhaps he was exactly the same. Maleane would never know, and Astarion would never remember.

She grieved for the person he was before, loved him for who he was in this moment, and steeled herself to protect the person he would become. No one stayed the same; everyone was as changing as the seasons, and contained as many colours and streaks as the sunburst sky. Her heart ached as he mourned the death of the day, the final one he would possibly ever see. Then, his expression shifted. He looked confused.

Maleane smiled and tore her gaze from him to follow where his eyes were fixed.

Right there, in the day’s final moments, when only the very top of the sun was visible - it turned green. Just for a few magical, unexplainable moments, a vibrant, clear flash of the brightest emerald. And then, it was gone.

“Did you see that?” His disbelief reminded her of a child watching snow fall for the first time.

Maleane hummed in contentment and put her hand over his. “Sometimes, when the sky is clear and the weather is right, just in the final moments before the sun disappears - it turns green.”

“Why?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, I'm sure there’s some long, boring explanation that Gale could tell us about. It’s supposed to be a sign of luck, a good omen.”

“How did you know it would happen?”

“I didn’t. I hoped.” She sighed as his cool thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I used to watch out for it when I was a child. Most people don’t even see it. They sit under the sun every day and never know all its colours. Lives are lived and days are long and no one stops to see the sun turn green.” His eyes are fixed upon her now, the sun long forgotten. “I wanted to show you every shade of sunlight. Gods knows how long it will be before you see it again.”

“If I ever do.” His voice was weaker than she had ever heard it. 

“You will.” Hers was made of iron.

They sat there for a while, the two of them, as the orange and purples and reds of the sunset stained sky melted away into inky blue. The light followed the sun below the line of the horizon, where it sat and patiently waited for tomorrow. Who knows what it would cast itself over the next time it appeared. 

Dawn could clutch at the burnt-out corpse of Baldur’s Gate in the morning like a grief-wrecked parent, and wake the birds to sing songs of sorrow. Or… it could raise its arms in celebration, light up the homes of the saved and slip through the stained glass of still-standing temples and cast colour across stone floors. Shimmering through the tears of grateful worshippers which would stain the feet of the Gods, making their worship look like diamonds.

The Gods didn’t deserve their tears. It would not be the Gods that saved them, Maleane thought bitterly. It would be up to her small group of misfits and outcasts. The chosen and the cast-aside. The faithless and the faithful. The tortured vampire and the lost girl from the woods.

No-one would thank Astarion. The gratitude of the morning sun would not reach him. He would slink, shadowed and unrewarded, once again back into the darkness. He would not be alone though, Maleane would make sure of that. 

“Have you ever been up here before?” Maleane asked, It was strange to imagine Astarion as a young man. Just one of the people she had seen settled and happy in the routine of their day in the city. It was a heartbreak to think about how she was so grateful to have found him, and yet the only reason he was in her life was because he had been killed, dragged back from death, and mistreated so poorly.

“Who knows darling.” He sighed. “I don’t remember much, only blurred faces and whispered names. I distanced myself too much to remember particular details. I don’t even know who I was, let alone where I've been.”

He took a long sip of his wine and became lost in clouded thoughts. 

“I’ve been a victim, and I've been a monster, and, ridiculously, some kind of hero. I don’t know who I really am, or which one I'll be when all this is over and I have to deal with normality” He pulled a face as though he'd just bitten something sour. 

“All of them.” She said, simply.  “You’re a person.” She touched his face, cool and perfect. Brushes her fingers down and along the chest that has no rise and fall to it. “Full of burnt orange, and flashes of scarlet, and a yellow so blinding it could be pure white. And also, in rare little moments right before darkness - flashes of green.”

“You’re very sweet.” He lifted her hand to kiss it  “Nothing at all like the angry little forest sprite I first pressed my blade to.” He teased, and flashed his pointy teeth in a genuine smile. 

“What can I say, turns out the threat of ceremorphosis, being thrown into a group of strangers, lifting curses, slaying dragons and becoming the partner of a vampire will change a girl.”

He gifted her with some of his sparkling laughter, a sound so sweet and imperfect a monster would never be able to make it. “Partner,” he said, clinking her wine glass with his own. “I like that.”

Their last peaceful moment was abruptly shattered by another shuddering quake from the elder brain, barely contained and thrumming with anxious, threatened energy, awaiting their arrival. 

“This was wonderful while it lasted, darling,” he sighed, rising and extending his hand to her. “But I guess nothing lasts forever.”

She gazed at him, pale and ethereal, bathed in fresh moonlight.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Maleane replied, as her fingers entwined with his. “Let’s wait and see.”

He kissed her then, beneath the warm blanket of dusk, with the fervour of a man gasping for air, for life, for her. She knew that no matter what came next, even if it meant centuries in the shadows, she would stay by his side.

She would be his light, his mirror, and the home he could always return to.

“Please don’t kiss me like it’s our last night,” she murmured softly, a trace of anxiety creeping in for the uncertain hours ahead.

He smiled against her lips. “My love, I’m kissing you like it’s our first.”

[lavandulawrites]

Can i get yan! Jouno please? Feel free to go wild :3

A Wingless Angel

Yandere Jouno x reader

This was really fun to write! Jouno has definitely grown on me these past days. I find his creepy personality so intriguing<3

Masterlist

Warnings: Violence

Word count: 1903

Jouno’s senses were as heighten like that of a hunting animal. He’s smile was resembling a wolf baring its teeth to a helpless lamb. Jouno always knew what you were feeling before you could even place it. His angelic voice hypnotising you in a web of lies. His condescending words masked behind a gentle smile. He had sworn to you that he found greater pleasure in helping the weak and innocent than harming people. You believed that to some extent. His word would hold greater value if you haven’t seen the way his face lit up in joy when he punished those who had wronged you.

He saw himself as your saviour, and he was to some degree. He had indeed saved you from some brutish gang members who threatened to cut your tongue when you emptied your pockets to show them that you did indeed have no money on you. Jouno had suddenly appeared in the dark alley like a knight in shining armour. His white hair reflecting the light of the street lamp causing it to glow like a halo. With a swift motion akin to a angel flapping his wings, he cut down the criminals. Crimson blood rained upon you snapping you out of your trance. You screamed as you saw the dismembered bodies littered around you. You tried to get up and call for help, but the white haired man took hold of you shoulders, shaking you to get your attention.

With a voice as smooth as velvet he calmed you down. His white gloved hand gently stroking you cheek. With gentle hands he guided you to your feet. You didn’t know then that you had involved yourself with a man who was no near an angel.

He had taken you away from your normal life. It began with him involving himself little by little in your everyday life. He began hanging around the office where you worked at. His presence immediately brightening your mood. He was so easy to talk to and he was always there when you needed him. You started slowly, but surely to fell in love with him. You were naturally cautious about his job as a Hunting Dog, but he assured you that his work was to keep civilians safe. You understood of course. After a while your days consisted of him (when he wasn’t out on missions). He started to spend his time in your home making it hard to not forget that you weren’t a couple. Yet.

After a few months he urged you to move in with him after various of cases of violence around Japan. You agreed after he insisted that it wasn’t a bother, after all he did get paid handsomely for his work as a Hunting Dog. His flat was spacious and slightly luxurious. Your bedroom suited to your tastes. Weird…. How did he know that you preferred that brand of duvet covers?

You soon learned that Jouno was an excellent cook. His dishes both nutritious and delicious. Often while you ate he complained about his colleague and his rather interesting taste in food. You had asked him if you were ever going to meet his colleague (who despite his complaints, seemed like a really close friend of his), he only muttered “Not yet…” with a strained expression. You decided to not mention it further as it clearly troubled him. He was probably afraid of getting you too involved in his job.

Days pasted and you both quickly fell into a pleasant routine. It was after two weeks, he voiced his concerns about you continuing to work. “[Name] it is dangerous out there you know. Recently the number of crimes have skyrocketed. Of course The Hunting Dogs are on it, but there is only so much we can do. We don’t punish those who are doing minor crimes” he puts down his teacup.

Your brows furrow “My workplace is in a rather safe part of the city”.

Jouno smiles slightly, almost pitiful. “No part of the city is safe now. Did you not listen to what I just said?” his condescending tone cold. He slowly rose from the seat and took your hand in his. “I think you should take the day off. Or if that’s not possible at least work from home” his hand gently caressing yours. After giving it a thought you agreed to work from home, at least for the day. You missed the way his smiles twisted into something sinister.

Soon you only worked from home. The news were filled with crimes getting worser and worser. You were glad you trusted Jouno, he was after all an intelligent man who only wished the best for you. Of course he could be quite unsettling at times, but he never meant you any harm.

“[Name] I can sense that you are stressed. Is everything alright?” Jouno asked you as you were sitting in the living room after dinner.

You looked up from your book in surprise. “I am a little stressed I have to admit… All the crimes happening are stressing me out. I am worried for my family and friends. I rarely leave the house now days, but the same can’t be said for them” you sighed.

Jouno had a thoughtful expression which turned into a smile. “I think your work is stressing you out. Of course I understand that you are worried about your family, but they don’t live in the city” you didn’t notice how he ignored your concerns about your friends. “My salary is more than enough for you to live a comfortable and happy life” he smiled warmly. You fiddled with the pages of your book. Could you really quit your job?

“I think you deserve some well earned rest” he had moved beside you. His fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner. You only nodded as he slowly lulled you into a slumber.

Weeks passed and your days consisted only of Jouno except when he was on his missions. He advised you against going out alone and your outings were always accompanied by him. One particular mission required him to be away from you for almost too weeks. You had come to be sick of being imprisoned inside his flat, so you decided that you were going to escape before Jouno’s mission ended.

You only had to unlock the front door and freedom was yours. Jouno hadn’t been bothered with locking the door with other than the key, which was placed in a bowl on one of the shelves in the entryway. He trusted you to stay put, or maybe that was what he wanted you to think. Either way if it was a trap or not, you couldn’t afford to not try.

You twisted the key and the door creaked open. You held your breath and stepped outside into the hallway. You only needed to go down the flight of stairs and out the main entrance and you were free. You made your way down the stairs with shaky legs.

You decided to exist through the door by the janitor’s closet. The corridor was dark and too quiet. You turn around at every little sound, afraid of being met with an eerie smile, but no one was there.

Luckily the door was unlocked so you slip right through it.

You headed towards a small and antique café where you could ask for help. You had known the owner for years, a older woman who definitely would help you. You knew all to well that the police wouldn’t help you. The Hunting Dogs were above the police after all.

The bell rang when you entered the cozy café. You greeted the owner and took a seat in the both in the far corner away from the windows. You sat there in silence contemplating on what to do next. You needed to leave the city and that fast, but how? The kind lady brought you your favourite tea without your ordering it saying it’s on the house. You sipped on your tea while your mind was elsewhere. Suddenly the leather cushion you were sitting on dipped down.

“Found you”

You snapped you head to your left and your eyes widened. Jouno. His lips were twisted into a sickening grin. “Now tell me dear. What one earth are you doing outside of the flat?” his melodic voice sending shivers down your spine. “I have waited for you for some time. I thought you would be quicker, but of course I expected too much from someone like you” he chuckled. “I got at least to have a lovely chat with the owner of this cozy café” his words having a certain bite to them. “But I do think that everyone involved with a criminal deserves punishment. Don’t you agree dear [Name]?” his smile gentle.

You swallowed. “Please” your voice only a meek whisper.

Jouno hummed as he took your hand in his and gently stroked the back of it. “I think we should get you home before anyone gets hurt”. With a swift motion he pulled you to your feet and guided you outside. He leaned his head down to your ear and whispered “Don’t think that unruly lambs will go unpunished”.

He threw you down on the floor, towering over your trembling form. “It seems that you failed my little test. A shame really…” his tone one of faux empathy. You curled in on yourself afraid of what he might do to you.

“Please… please forgive me Jouno” a sob escaping you between each word.

His smile widened slightly “I don’t think I will”. He kneeled down and placed a cold hand on your cheek. He pulled his hand back and licked away the tears that wetted his hand with a delighted hum. “Your tears are as exquisite as the smell of your fear”. He rose to his feet and turned on his heel “Wait here dearest”.

It didn’t take long before he returned with a crowbar in hand. The tip coated in dried blood. He smiled before he stopped in front of you. “You see my sweet [Name], it hurt me so very much when I smelled your scent in the city centre. Your heart rate was so high that one would think that you very running away from some sort of monster” he chuckled. “I am so glad I found you”. He leaned down slightly “But I can’t have you running of like that again. That would be unfortunate”.

“Please… I will never escape again! I promise!” you cried.

He tched. “Escape? One should think that I kidnapped you!” he laughed. “I believe you agreed upon staying here, am I right?” his canines showing. He kneeled down on his knees and took hold of your leg. He caressed it gently before he raised his crowbar and whacked it down on your ankle.

You screamed so loudly that you thought you would damage your hearing. Jouno winced slightly at your loud scream, but didn’t falter in his actions. The loud creaks of your bones filled the air. You screamed and kicked, but he didn’t budge in the slightest. He soon repeated the process on your other leg. The pain was unbearable and white dots speckled your vision. In the coroner of your eyes you could see Jouno’s gleeful smile. Now you would never dare to try to leave him.

[j-ensenackles]

r u mine?

pairing: jimmy uso x fem!reader

summary: in a friends-with-benefits situation with jimmy uso, you don't realize you're in love with each other without a little help from sami and jey.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: some cursing, mentions of sexual themes

a/n: i'm back! sorry i haven't posted in a while -- life is crazy. thanks to @sorryimshannoon for the request! also been listening to tons of arctic monkeys so you can thank that obsession for the title. :)

You were screwed. Completely, totally screwed.

It wasn’t like you meant to fall in love with Jimmy Uso. It just…happened. But here you were, wanting him. You did have him, in a way. But not in the way you’d like.

You and Jimmy had been hooking up for the past few months since shortly after you joined the Bloodline. You weren’t even really sure how it happened, but suddenly you were in a whirlwind and Jimmy Uso was the eye of the storm.

Over the past couple months of late-night hotel room meetups and backstage makeout sessions, you found yourself falling in love with Jimmy. His smile, his tattoos, his devotion to his family, his kind heart. 

And now you were here. Screwed.

Screwed because Jimmy had no idea you were in love with him, and he sure as hell wasn’t in love with you. At least that’s what you thought.

For some time Sami had been telling you Jimmy reciprocated your feelings, but you wouldn’t hear it.

“You’re blind, Y/N,” Sami argued one day.

“And you’re delusional,” you quipped back.

“The way he looks at you alone should prove that he’s in love with you.”

“Sami, he doesn’t look at me like anything. He looks at me the same way he looks at everyone.”

Sami didn’t even reply, he just crossed his arms and huffed in frustration.

Even if being friends with benefits with Jimmy was slowly tearing your heart apart, it was better to have him in some way than not at all. Right?

---

“Listen, I have a plan,” Sami entered the room, flopping down on the couch next to Jey.

“Okay…” Jey responded, looking at his friend skeptically.

“I’m tired of Y/N and Jimmy pining after each other and doing nothing about it. I say we help them confess their feelings. Whaddya say, dawg?” Sami’s excitement lit up his face.

A smile slowly spread across Jey’s face.

“That might’ve been the smartest thing you’ve ever said, Uce.”

---

You sat on the couch in the dressing room, leg bouncing impatiently. Your watch read 8:01. 

A knock sounded at the door and you smiled, getting up and trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach. You opened the door to Jimmy leaning against the doorframe, beaming his dazzling smile.

“You’re late,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes but his smile never faltered as he said, “Shut up.”

He pushed off the door frame, kicking the door shut behind him. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you with the same fervor he did every time. And just like every time, heat ignited in you at his simplest touch.

He knew it, too. He knew what he did to you. You could feel his smirk against your lips as you desperately grabbed at his shirt, his chest, his hair.

You didn’t have much time, as you both had to report to Roman before your segment at the end of the night. You wanted to make the most of the time you had.

And you did.

---

You finished buttoning your jeans and watched Jimmy tug his shirt back on. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, watching as purple marks blossomed across your neck from Jimmy’s lips.

“Great. Now I gotta get these covered up,” you grumbled.

Jimmy came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Don’t. I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” There was a flicker of heat in his gaze.

Crimson crept onto your cheeks. You played it off with an eye roll and a teasing smile, untangling yourself from his arms and heading towards the door.

“C’mon, we don’t wanna keep Roman waiting.”

You tried the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. You tried again, jiggling the handle. Nothing.

“It’s not opening,” your brows furrowed as you looked back at Jimmy.

“Stop playin’,” he playfully complained.

“I’m not!”

When he saw the concern on your face, however, he made his way to the door. Trying the handle himself, he found the same result as you: it wouldn’t budge.

“What the fuck?”

He slammed his shoulder into the door, one, two, three times to no avail.

“Shit, big Uce is gonna be pissed,” Jimmy ran his hands through his hair.

“Let’s just call Sami or Jey, they’ll come get us,” you suggested.

“I don’t have my phone. I left it back in Roman’s dressing room. Use yours.”

You nodded in agreement, patting your back pocket. Finding it empty, you thrust your hand in your front pockets. Nothing.

“Um…”

You hurried from the door, looking under the couch’s pillows, behind potted plants, anywhere you could think. But there was no sign of your phone.

“I must’ve left it in hair and makeup,” you turned towards Jimmy, eyes wide.

“Shit,” Jimmy breathed.

“Shit,” you agreed.

You spun around and hurried towards the door, banging on the door and shouting, “Hey! We’re stuck in here! Somebody get us outta here!”

There was silence on the other side of the door.

“What are we gonna do?” you asked, panic beginning to set in.

Jimmy made his way to you, concern laced in his gaze. He gently placed his hands on your arms, dipping his head to get you to look at him.

“Look at me, baby. It’s alright. Someone will find us soon. I’ll tell you what, if nobody comes to get us in the next 15 minutes, I’ll bust the door down myself, okay?”

You gave a weak smile, nodding.

“C’mon, let’s sit and wait,” he guided you to the couch.

You sat, hugging your knees. Jimmy followed suit, stretching his long limbs across the couch.

“Do you think Roman’s gonna be pissed?” you asked.

Jimmy shrugged, “At first, yeah. But he always comes around.”

Silence fell again. You felt unsure, awkward. You had never really been alone with Jimmy. At least, when you were alone together, you weren’t really doing much talking. But now you were here, with him, for God knew how long.

You studied him for a moment as his eyes wandered around the room, his fingers tapping the leather arm of the couch. You were so stupidly in love with him. Just looking at him made your heart skip a beat. Not that you would ever admit it, but you sort of wished you two would never get out of this room.

But the silence was pressing in on you, and you felt like you needed to fill it and save you two from any awkwardness. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

“Did you really mean it? That I’m yours?”

As the words filled the space between you, you immediately regretted asking. So much for preventing awkwardness. Your eyes widened, cheeks reddening for the second time that night.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. You don’t have to answer. You probably shouldn’t.”

You mentally chastised yourself: Stop talking! You sound like an idiot!

“Why shouldn’t I answer?”

His voice was so calm, so still, it surprised you. There was something in his voice you couldn’t quite place.

“I-I dunno,” you shrugged.

Suffocating silence filled the room again.

“Yeah.”

“What?” your eyes snapped to his face and you attempted to decipher his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I want you to be mine,” Jimmy’s gaze didn’t falter.

His voice was quiet as he spoke the words, and even though he didn’t break eye contact and his body language read comfortable and confident, you could tell he was nervous. Jimmy Uso, nervous. You never thought you’d see the day.

Before you got a chance to reply, Jimmy kept speaking, probably in an attempt to rip the bandaid off.

“I, uh…I really care about you, Y/N. I have for a while,” he took a deep breath, “And I love you.”

“You do?”

He nodded, “Look, if you don’t feel the same way, or never wanna, like, hookup again I get it and–”

“Jimmy.”

“–I’ll leave you alone if you want. I just thought you should know because it’s all I’ve been thinking abo–”

“Jimmy.”

He stopped.

“I love you, too.”

The smile that erupted on his face could bring down mountains.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He grinned goofily, “Damn. I should’ve said something a long time ago.”

“I know. God, Sami’s gonna have a field day with this,” you groaned, throwing your head back in mock exasperation.

“So is Jey,” Jimmy laughed.

As silence fell again, the energy in the room shifted. Suddenly gravity seemed to pull you towards each other, your faces inches away. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips as he placed a strong hand on your cheek.

Even though you and Jimmy had been together countless times, there was something so intimate, so soft about this moment. His lips met yours softly, slowly, unlike anything you had known him to be before. There was no heat, no all-consuming desire in this kiss. There was something more, a feeling that bubbled up inside you until you felt you could burst. You figured that was love.

The kiss lasted a long moment, and when you both pulled away, breathless, you thought you could die of happiness.

“That was–”

The jiggling of the door knob cut you off. You and Jimmy’s heads whipped to the door as Paul Heyman entered.

“Where have you two been? We’ve been looking for you for 45 minutes! Your Tribal Chief is not happy. I suggest you come along.” 

The stern look he gave you and Jimmy had you figuring that he knew exactly why you two were late.

You both got up silently, heads bowed like chastised children as you followed Paul down the hallway. You made eye contact with Jimmy and attempted to stifle your giggles, trying not to enrage Paul even more. 

You felt Jimmy’s fingers twitch towards yours and your hands interlocked, his large palm engulfing yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird in a cage.

Upon entering Roman’s dressing room, you inwardly flinched as the Tribal Chief addressed you and his cousin.

“Where have you been?” Roman demanded.

“Uce, the door was stuck and we didn’t have our phones–”

Roman held up a hand, “I don’t want to hear it. Just don’t let it happen again.”

You and Jimmy nodded, finding a seat on the couch. Your hands never separated.

Too involved in each other, you both missed the way Sami and Jey clocked your body language, smirking to each other.

Mission accomplished.

[v3nusxsky]

hi love i hope you are doing well!!

can you do a sub rissa x r where rissa is sitting on r’s face and r just keeps eating her until she so overstimulated with aftercare and CUDDLES ☺️☺️☺️

Queen of the show 18+

*Authors note~ kinda ran wild with this one, I hope that's okay. I'm also hella obsessed with like cam girl Larissa for some reason.*

Trigger warnings~porn stars sub Larissa dom r oral sex overstimulation kink, praise kink, degrading kink, edging, bondage blindfold kink small vibe

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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You have always been a fan of not a secret but private, after all what happened between you and your girlfriend was for the two of you to know and he rest to wonder. However, that wasn't completely true  but no one else knew that. When you first mentioned the cam recordings you engaged in, you expected Larissa to run a mile. But instead, she asked to sit in the background, out of shot, as she watched you work. A slight pang of jealousy ran through the blonde as you read out the comments to your watchers. The way your words could rile up strangers had her desperately needing to show them she was yours. Not there's.

From that day on you both decided to do the cams together, faceless of course, after all Larissa had a reputation to uphold. You understood her wishes and you were already use to blurring your own face so your editing skills would definitely be adequate. Knowing how busy your submissive lover is, your decided to happily take over planning and editing, all Larissa would have to do is relax. You knew each others limits and kinks, and with a simple chat you had your own set of rules for the cam, you explained how everything would work and reminded her she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to.  On the day of your first couple video, you spent all day teasing the blonde, flirty text messages and lingering touches had the woman driven insane with need for you. That was just how you wanted her for tonight.

You set the camera up with the desired angles and managed to secure the ties to the bed frame all in preparation for her arrival, the lights down low ready for you both to get naughty. "Come to our room my sweet" you shot the text off and knew she would instantly follow the instruction. With the gravity of the situation you made sure to shower her in kisses and praise. Slowly, you stripped clothing from the woman until she was left in a beautiful lacy deep crimson set, covering just the right amount to be teasing yet classy. Simply Larissa Weems.

"Ready Ris?" You murmured to the blonde, as you helped her get into the position you truly wanted her in. "Please, I don't care if they see, I want to be yours" she whined testing the restraints. "Oh they well Ris, my sweet girl aren't you?" You teased causing her to nod enthusiastically. "Hey guys, todays stream is going to be different, as you can see we have a guest of honour here tonight" you we're addressing the people that were flooding in and completely ignoring the principal who was spread out on the bed.  "Behave princess, and maybe just maybe I'll let you show all my friends how pretty you are when you cum all over my face, you'd like that right? Of course you would because your a dirty girl who would love that."

You lifted your lovers head up to tie the blindfold securely around her head, "much better, so fucking pretty like this" you murmured before attacking the tall woman's neck, the camera having a perfect view as you sucked purple bruises onto her neck. Larissa couldn't help but whine pathetically for you and attempt to arch her back into your lips. "Please" she mewled hoping to plead with you, only to be ignored. "Guys, shall we play with her beautiful boobs here? Or delve right into her slutty cunt? Let me tell you she smelled Devine."

Comments flew in about your mysterious guest and how lucky she is, more votes to eating Larissa out had you stripping the woman of her lacy underwear before finding the little vibe you hid in your pocket. Ever so gently stroking it over her throbbing clit as she attempted to wither underneath you. You decided to share the holy sight with your viewers, reaching round to move the camera so her sopping pussy would be on full display. From there, your viewers had the perfect view to see how her cunt quivered with need. "Such a responsive thing for me, so pretty too. Tell me, does it turn you on knowing all these people see how much of a whore you are for me? Slut, stop bucking your hips, you no better than to be so greedy!"

"BlackWiddow01~ taste her already! She's absolutely dripping, such a pretty whore"

"lizb00b03~ I wish I was her, want you so bad"

"User018379~ I bet she's so pretty, show her face!"

"No guys, we will not be showing our faces, but feel free to keep gifting your tips, they are all greatly appreciated" you addressed the camera before turning back to the blonde. The notifications going wild as donations and tips flooded in. "Pretty girl, I've been cruel to my sweet girl haven't I? Shall I be nice now? Or shall I edge you more?" It was mainly rhetorical but the audience were on the same page as you. "Please I'll be good" the blonde whimpered.

"Witchy3940 ~ donated £50"

"Simpforwoman74902 ~ donated £10"

"Pretty pup899 ~ donated £15"

"Lesbinerd6456 ~ tipped £100 for you to overstimulate her like a bitch in heat"

"Now that's an excellent idea" you murmured before kissing all over her plush thighs, only when you had successfully kissed every inch of her thighs did you finally bring your mouth to her core, the heat radiating from it. Eating Larissa out was probably one of your favourite things in the world, she always tasted like a mix of strawberries and oranges. Addictive and delicious. With every swipe of your tongue, or harsh suck on her sensitive bud Larissa was reacting more vocally than ever before, that's why it was no surprise when she came violently over your long wet muscle that was being plunged into her quivering hole.

But you didn't stop there, you couldn't. And your viewers were more than happy to encourage you to overstimulate your guests as donations became higher and quicker. Larissa being thrown from one orgasm to have the next built up so quickly she had no clue when one ended and a new one began. "Please please more please" she whined causing you to bring her pearly bud between your lips and plunge two fingers into her now gushing cunt. "Yes fuck there! Wish it was your cock" the blonde mewled after letting out a near enough pornographic moan.

Time after time again, she was thrown to new highs of pleasure until she had tears soaking through the blindfold and please to stop, she couldn't handle more, but you didn't care. "One more pretty girl, just one more for me. Doing so good baby. Cum for me sweet girl, just let go" you murmured as your fingers repeatedly hit her sweet spot causing her to cry out as her vision blurred to white, and an unmatched pleasure coursed through her veins. As diligent as ever you worked the woman back from the highs, noticing how fucked out she truly was before closing your cams, with the prospect of Larissa's return.

Once the cam was off you immediately set to undoing her bindings and taking her blindfold off before moving to get her water with ice cubes, you knew it was her favourite way to cool down, and items to clean the blondes sensitive cunt. When the warm wash cloth hit her core, all she could do is whimper and plead for you to stop, too much pleasure. "Shhh darling, I'm just cleaning you up my love" you murmured lovingly before pressing sweet kisses all over her face, "you did so good sweet girl, they loved you. How do you feel my darling?"

"Like I want to do that again. Show them your my dom" she purred before coming to nuzzle into your neck. "Hold me?" She whispered and you instantly complied, threading your fingers from her blonde curls. "Sleep darling, it's all going to be okay my love, you're such a good girl."

Word count~ 1433

[artmolonara]

Grandiose - A Lumpy Where's Waldo choose your own adventure:

*** Thought it would be fun to try this, please enjoy :o) ***

There were screams and calliope music in the air, along with the harsh metal chimes of carnival games, and the periodic thunderous roar of a coaster. It truly was one of the largest carnivals you'd ever attended.

You hadn't even know it was going to be coming to town, but the smell of funnel cake and things deep fried had been so thick on the wind that you recognized it immediately, and practically swam through it till you reached the gates.

Times had been tough, and you deserved to have some mindless R&R, try your hand at some of the games and get a cotton candy or two. Just blow off couple of hours and forget everything going wrong in your life for a little while.

The sun was setting now, and all the multicolored lights began to switch ON on all the rides. The tiny points of reds and greens lit up the sky like stars, and moved about at such speed that, if you blurred your eyes, they formed spiraling rainbows.

It was so mesmerizing that you didn't pay attention to where you were going until it was too late, as you bumped into something soft, scratchy, and slightly wet. Your eyes refocused on something red and white. Peripherals told you it was a person.

Without meeting their eye, you apologized and walked past them.

But then, a different smell hit your nostrils.

A metallic smell.

There was dampness on your hand. In this light, you couldn't really tell what color it was.

But then a sudden shriller scream caused you to look towards the carousel, and, seeing what was there, you didn't need to know the color. You knew.

A bright crimson splash rotated round and round, and a small crowd was gathering around to gawk.

Someone was dead. The puzzle pieces started to connect. You quickly whipped around to try and see whom you have bumped into.

He was standing right behind you, waiting.

Now you fully took him in, and as the features became clear, horror crept up your spine as you recognized the killer who had been all over the news.

"Hello," Waldo said with an splitting grin. There was blood on his sweater, his cane, and his teeth.

Panic flooded your system as instinctively you turned to run towards the crowd, towards safety in numbers. But to your surprise, now he was in front of you, as if he had always been there, between you and the crowd of onlookers fixated on the rotating bloody mess.

You glanced back behind you, disbelieving how he could have moved so fast, but sure enough he was gone. The long line of game tents behind you was darkened and vacant.

You looked back to the crowd and Waldo before you. His eyes flashed like the carnival lights as the screams of excitement and horror reached a crescendo. He seemed to be waiting for you to make the first move.

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[margotoo0]

Warning : Cannibalism, very boring and dry, bad english, gn!reader, fanon!Sukuna , silly fiction ♡

There was almost no light in the big room, except for a couple of torches and wax candles on the table. Smell of fried meat, tart wine and incense. Usually you always arrive later than the king, since, of course, according to the classics of the genre, it was he who initiated all your meetings and shared meals. But today the cards were in your hands. And you, with great respect and admiration, decided to throw them to your master. Fear? No way. Excitement and thirst to see the reaction to such a gift burned inside you. You hoped he would take it right. He must understand you.

Like a tiger, a graceful predator, he walked to the table, to this huge table, which was bursting with the succulent flesh of his prey and other delights from the East. Sukuna is known to have a monstrous appetite. The king sat down, straightening the thick fabric of his black kimono. The contrast between him and you immediately caught his crimson eyes. More precisely... Your plates.

Your plate was empty while there were two plates next to his. One was also empty, but the one that stood closest had amazing content. A small piece of meat, no more than 2 centimeters thick... So small, one tooth, but sufficient for an ordinary person. But we should separately note the aesthetics and beauty with which the dish was served. Graceful burgundy lines and drops, and...small bloody-red flowers with figs. Why flowers? New Uraume style?

– What is this? A compliment from the chef? – Sukuna's voice was rough, hoarse and harsh, with a hint of sarcasm, breaking the dead silence in the room.

– Not really. But I beg you, my Lord, – you bowed, – taste this first, and then I will explain everything to you. – You glanced at Sukuna.

The huge man shrugged, his gaze relaxed, bored and tired. Taking a piece of meat into his mouth, the man tensed. This taste..Uraume never used this. This is something completely new. What's sweet and sour...Cherry? Cowberry? Slightly spicy at the end. It was surprisingly tender, not as fibrous as other meats he usually ate. It wasn't greasy but Uraume really managed to cook it..Perfect as always. But the question remained open: is this really a new introduction? Or is there something behind this new product? More precisely... Someone.

– This is.. Something new, – the man took a sip of thick wine, – What is this? New Uraume recipe?

– I must say that Uraume cooked this meat. But this is not their recipe.

– Whose?

You stood up from your chair and walked to the middle of the table so Sukuna could see clearly. Lifting the hem of your kimono reveals your thigh, wrapped in a thick layer of bandage, slightly stained with dried blood. Everything fell into place. You returned to your seat, without saying anything. Silence. Sukuna glanced at the empty plate.

Quiet snort.

The corner of Sukuna's lips twitched slightly, but you didn't notice it. The expression on his face became calmer, his muscles seemed to relax. In his own head, he gave the most sincere, childishly insecure smile, with a satisfied grin. His eyes narrowed, and he was already thinking about whether he should throw this table on its side right now and take you on the cold floor. Or maybe throw the contents off the table and use it for own purposes? Tonight, on this table, you were the main dish.

– My lord, this... This is my recipe. Ans my flesh. I asked Uraume to make it for you. This is the least I can give you. This is a tribute to you, this.. – you sighed, muttering quietly, – no matter how you deny it, this is my act of love. Only for you. Thank you for everything you have given me. Thank you that I'm still alive. Thank you for helping me find someone that I am truly...capable of loving. I understand that you think this is useless... I agree with you, but now I have to step back from this view. If it had been anyone else, he would have been abandoned long ago. Of course, my nature is to resist having someone over me and ruling me, but... You have become an exception. – Your voice dropped to a whisper. – You yourself know how difficult it is. Almost impossible... This is the first time I'm willing to give something without asking in return. This is the first time I'm giving anything at all.. This is the first time someone has been so close to me. It's scary and exciting at the same time. Sorry for being stingy. This is a big event for me. – you put your hand on chest, tilting your head down, waiting for Sukuna’s further actions.

– Great taste. This is... beautiful. – the man laughed. – Most beautiful. Thank you. – for the first time, he couldn't help but smile. So soft that it twists your stomach and compresses your your lungs and chest.

Gratitude will not keep you waiting. You might also discover a new taste. Special taste. Favorite taste.