#and then lightly smack at my neck to get it off so they can crush it

[chewablepebbles]

[lowkeyremi]

Random haikyuu hcs bc im bored ft. mattsun, atsumu, iwa, tendou and kags

Matsukawa Issei definitely sits around looking at instagram posts with you, rating any and everyone.

"Hey stink, what do ya think about her?" He asks waiting for you to lift your head from your phone.

When you do, you're met with a picture of an elderly woman. "Bro... I am not rating somebody's grandma." You push his phone out of your face and he snorts out a laugh.

"I will, she's a ten in my book." A lazy smirk coats his lips and you smack him lightly.

"You're so annoying."

"You love it." He kisses your cheek.

Miya Atsumu will give you kisses to try and gain your attention. He's lonely without your eyes on him.

He goes for your neck this time, placing a small peck on it. When he realizes you haven't stopped looking at your textbook he tries again. Your faux blond boyfriend goes for a kiss on your jaw.

"Hm?" You finally respond.

"Look at me :((("

His pout turns upward when your cute fingers slowly close the big green textbook to give him your full attention.

"I'm looking."

"Good." His smile is so pretty. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're dating him.

Anytime you text Iwaizumi Hajime that you'll be joining him at the gym he'll use heavier weights to impress you.

"Wow Haji, are you sure that isn't heavy?" You ask watching him lift a sixty-five pound dumbbell in one hand. (idk how much guys like iwa usually lift in one hand so spare me) (i don't lift more than 25 lbs in my normal workouts 😭)

"Nah, these are what I usually use." And you find it cute that he thinks you don't notice the way his muscles strain when his arm pumps up and down and he tries to quiet his exhales.

"You don't have to impress me, baby. You're already impressive as is." He sighs in relief, dropping the dumbbell to the ground.

"I don't know who I thought I was fooling." He smiles at you.

Tendou Satori is always humming/singing a song you're thinking about.

"Tori! I was just thinking about that." He hears you gasp in shock and excitement. A cat-like smile expands on his face.

"Damn, I think we have couple telepathy." You'd never heard of that but it sound like Satori to make something like that up.

"Babe, I don't think that's a real thing."

"I made it up right now :D" How could you crush his spirit when he's so cute?

"Okay! Guess what I'm thinking!"

Last but not least, Kageyama Tobio sucks at card games because he's so easy to read.

He thinks he has the upper hand in Uno, but little does he know the mirror he's sitting in front of shows off his cards and you can see the wild card he has.

I mean, it was already obvious by the way he was smirking in a triumphant way. A proud huff escaping his lips.

So you decide to knock him down a few pegs and place your yellow skip down, his face immediately sours and he grunts.

"Uno!" You call out.

"Well good luck I'm sure you don't-"

You place down a draw four and he stops talking to look you dead in your face, "Uno out!" You giggle when he throws the cards down.

"Tch. I hate card games." He says getting up.

"Well maybe, keep your facial expressions in check, baby. You're easy to read like a kid's book." (hehe see what i did there? tendou dub line :3)

[babygorewhore]

Sweet girl.

You find your crush and best friend in a very…interesting place one night.

Okay. Wow so there’s no plot. Only filth and a horny demon got ahold of me and literally possessed me. I have no explanation. Thank you to @xxhellfirebunnyxx for beta reading and dealing with my whore ways.

Warnings! Uhhh…all of it-Jerking off to clothes, degrading, blowjob, unprotected sex, 3SUM, insulting, recording porn, spanking, slapping. If I missed any I mean it’s filthy. Dark! JJ AND dark!rafe!

The last thing you expected was to see your crush in your bedroom, Rafe Cameron with your new pair of panties. He was smelling them and you saw his hand inside his pants. You also really didn’t expect to see your best friend and roommate JJ Maybank with your pillow with his own pants down.

You shrieked and they both jumped slightly.

“What the fuck is going on??” your jaw was hanging open and you expected them to humbly explain what the hell was going on. They were enemies. Sworn enemies at that. And your crush on Rafe was a secret.

But JJ rushed over to you and grabbed your throat. Squeezing lightly. “Don’t act so surprised, baby. We both know you want us.”

“Your little friend decided to tell me you’ve been eye fucking me. And how else would I get in here and steal all this shit?” Rafe also stood and approached you.

Oh god. It was like they read your mind about your darkest and most private fantasy. Your core soaked through your underwear underneath your skirt. Your nipples hardened as JJ slammed you against the wall, his cock clearly aroused and Rafe was smirking next to him.

“Aw, look. She can’t stop squeezing her thighs together. Sure she can take us?” JJ asked Rafe, casting a brief glance at him.

“Yeah, she can. We’re gonna break her and she’s gonna like it.” Rafe growled. He reached over and grabbed your shirt, pulling you to the ground.

Your pussy was so wet it dripped down your legs as you sank to your knees.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re gonna swallow all my cum and then he’s gonna stretch that pretty pussy.” Rafe ordered and you immediately pulled his cock out his pants. He groaned as it slapped against his stomach and you held the weight in your hands and swiped your thumb around the precum tip.

“Fuck, baby girl. This is so much better than stealing your clothes. Spread your legs. Wanna see your messy cum.” JJ said with his hand wrapping around your hair and shoving your forward, not giving your throat a moment to prepare as you took Rafe in your mouth.

He hit the back of your throat as your lips sucked him slowly and your tongue worked the tip at the same time. You tried not to gag as you felt JJ knelt down, his hand finding your pussy as your knees were spread. His fingers circled your clit and you found yourself slacking as Rafes pace stopped and he pulled out.

JJ lightly smacked your cheek from behind with his non-sticky fingers and he gripped your jaw. “We didn’t say you could fucking slow down.” He growled.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna suck him off. If you slow down, we won’t cum and we’ll leave. We know how much you wanna be our little fuck slave.”

His filthy words made you choke on a moan as Rafe slammed his cock back into your mouth as JJ pulled you onto all fours, his own dick pressing into your pussy. The skin of Rafe’s cock was sopping wet from your drool as your eyes rolled back from both the pleasure of hearing him moan and JJ’ slamming into you from the back.

They both pulled your hair so hard you thought they’d rip it out.

“She’s such a dirty little whore, isn’t she? Our little bitch.” Rafe grunted, his hips thrusting rhythmically.

“Fuck, she’s so hot. You should see yourself right now, sweet girl. Let us both use your holes.” JJ then digs his fingers into your ass.

Rafe was about to spill into your mouth before he pulled out, allowing his cum to coat the lower half of your chin and neck. But he didn’t stop there, he viciously smeared his cum into your mouth with his fingers, “Fucking choke on it, dumb slut.”

JJ was relentless as he pounded into you, you were so wet you heard squelching sounds through the room as he slapped your ass, “Don’t. Fucking. Cum.” he barked as he felt your movements start to curl.

Rafe pulled out his phone as your eyes rolled back from JJ pulling out and slamming back in, filling you up to the hilt balls deep. “Now we have our own little video don’t we?” Rafe’s flash went off as you almost screamed.

“That’s it, fucking scream for us. Think we were gonna just stop?” JJ taunted as Rafe threw him a pair of your panties.

He shoved them into your mouth as your fingers tried to balance yourself as he rutted, close to his peak. Your eyes were dripping with tears as you moaned against the material. Rafe laughed cruelly and knelt down.

“Did you think we’d let you get away with it? Hiding your little obsession with us?” He mocked. “Oh, you poor little bunny. Thinking we wouldn’t know.”

“You’re so pathetic.” JJ grunted before you felt him spill inside you, bringing you both to orgasm as your stomach tightened and then released.

“Look at her go…that didn’t take long.” Rafe chuckled darkly. JJ released you, right into Rafe’s arms as he picked you up by your underarms and tossed you on the bed.

He crawled over you, his eyes dark and brooding. “You still gonna be all nice and tight for me, little girl?” You peaked and saw JJ holding his own phone as he pocketed the pair of underwear on the floor.

“Yes-“ you tried to speak but he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out painfully and deliciously. Your wet pulsing cunt took him greedily.

“God, look at you. Now, you’re being good, huh? You wanna please daddy?” Rafe taunted between breaths. JJs eyes were dark too, a jaded shade of blue.

“Hey, stay awake for us, baby. This took a lot of planning.” He called out.

You nodded between crying. It felt so good you saw stars. Rafe continued moving harder, his hands pinning yours above your head as his forehead rested on yours, his spit fell in your mouth.

“This is just the fucking start, baby.”

You came for the second time with a scream and he emptied inside you, milking it out as the aftershock hit you both. You violently panted as he removed his cock but stayed above you.

“You’re gonna let us in anytime we want, got it? You’re not gonna complain. You’re going to be good. Do you understand us? And if you think your little best friend over there is gonna take it easy on you?” Rafe shook his head. “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you don’t have anything else planned tonight except for being our cum slut.”

@xxbutdaddyilovehimxx @marchsfreakshow @slvt4jamesmarch @imyourdaninow @take-everything-you-can @drewstarkeyslut @emsgoodthinkin @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @redhead1180

[enkas-illusion]

Two Can Play a Game - (2/2)

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Roommate!Suguru, Filthy smut, dom!Suguru, brat taming, oral (fem receiving), piv sex, teasing, squirting. (let me know if I missed any)

Chapter Summary: Things take a wild turn after Suguru helps you win the game against Satoru. It was everything you could hope for... or even more.

Author's Notes: I apologise for the late update on this fic. I was drowning in assignments and work. Go check out the first part in case you missed it.

-Nanami's Munchkin

Part 1

“Did you really think I'd let you off so easily after you pulled that little stunt during the game?” Suguru snickers, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to pull your body in even tighter against his chest.

“Especially when you were basically eye-fucking my hands throughout the game so shamelessly,” his other hand rests firmly on your thigh as he parts your legs with his own.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking or that you finally got a chance with the guy you secretly had a crush on and didn’t want to lose it, but you grind back on him, “I have no clue what you are talking about,” you say, feigning innocence.

Suguru groans, “If you keep these antics up, you’re gonna be in big trouble baby,” snaking his hand around your nape and pulling your hair lightly. 

“Well I'd like to see you tr–”, you begin but Suguru pushes his other thumb in your mouth before you could finish your sentence. You suck his thumb and playfully bite it. His grip on your hair tightens.

“If you wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one. I love taming brats till they are reduced to a crying mess,” Suguru says, moving your hips over his growing erection. And you whimper with his thumb still in your mouth and he removes it with a pop.

He lifts your hips up and spins you around so that you are straddling his lap properly. You immediately start grinding against him again and he pulls you in for a kiss. The kiss is messy and filthy, his hands are all over you, grabbing everything he can.

“Suguru….” You try pushing him off suddenly realizing you were shamelessly making out in the living room. As if he could read your mind, his lips are on you again but he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him while he walks towards your room.

He kicks the door back with his foot before walking to your bed and dropping you on the mattress. He proceeds to remove his t-shirt and you can’t stop staring at his abs. You've seen him shirtless around the house before but seeing him getting naked like this makes everything so real.

You let your intrusive thoughts win and you get up to lick a long stripe from his happy trail to his neck. You other hand goes to rub his dick over his sweatpants. He lets out a filthy growl and pushes you back on the bed and kisses you hard.

He puts his hands under your tee to fondle your tits. His thighs are pressed between your legs and you rub your clothed clit on it, getting too impatient.

“Sugu… please fuck me…” you squeeze his dick hard and he lets out a hiss. 

“Not so quickly, I’ve waited far too long to have you, I’m gonna take my time to savor you,” he says, flipping you over on your fours and pulling your shorts down with your undies, tossing it to the floor. You sit up to take your tee off hurriedly.

He can’t help but marvel at the sight. His hands caress your ass before smacking it to earn a yelp from you before shoving your face back down into the pillow. He pushes your cheeks apart and licks a long stripe on your pussy and you let out a loud moan.

“Shhh… Keep it down– unless you want Satoru to know that our roommate is a dirty little slut.”

He starts sucking your clit and you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. Suguru is relentless with the way he’s eating you out. You are already close and before you could say anything, he shoves two fingers in you, pressing down to immediately hit your g-spot and you scream into the pillow as your orgasm comes crashing down on you.

“Sugu, slow down–”

He still keeps his assault on your pussy with his mouth and fingers and you are overstimulated beyond control. You thrash around to get away, earning a smack from him.

“Stop moving or I'll leave you here high and dry.” 

“It’s too much– please, please… I can’t take it anymore.”

“Already? But I haven’t even started yet,” you feel him curl his fingers inside you, making your legs twitch.

“Sugu please– my legs might give out,” you warn him.

“Good. Gotta make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He pulls your hair and you turn your head back to look at him before his lips find yours. You can taste yourself on him and groan into the kiss.

He gropes your tits and pinches your nipples which makes you hiss. “Fuck me already!” you whine. 

His hand wraps around your throat, “Ordering me around? I thought you would’ve known better by now– guess I was wrong.” you feel his fingers tighten as your breath gets caught in your chest.

“P-please Suguru,” you beg hoping he won’t tease you anymore.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me,” Suguru says, releasing his hand and you take this opportunity to turn around to lie on your back. When you see him remove his sweatpants, your breath hitches in your throat. Beautiful would do no justice defining his dick. It was thick and veiny and you could feel your mouth watering at the sight, wanting to taste it.

“Can I suck your dick? Please Suguru,” you beg once again.

“As enticing as it sounds, I’d rather watch you cry while I fuck you,” he cocks his head with a sinister grin as he stares down your body.

He flips you once again, pushing you on your fours and you arch your back even as you complain, “I want to see you.”

“Just feel me,” Suguru groans as he lines his cockhead up against your pussy collecting the juices. He slams into you in one go and you feel tears pricking down your eyes. You were so full and his dick felt so good inside you.

He’s kind enough to wait for you to adjust but you grow impatient, not wanting to wait a minute more, “Sugu, more please–”

“I see you got your manners back,” he says, equally breathless.

He pulls out completely and thrusts into you harshly. He picks up his pace and it has you seeing stars. You no longer try to suppress your moans. At this point, you’re basically screaming into the pillow with the way his dick is hitting all the right spots with every thrust.

You feel a delicious ache in your pussy and you are completely cock drunk. His hand moves up to push your head down into the mattress while the other rubs circles over your clit. You don’t even realize it when you squirt on your sheet until Suguru halts his movements.

He pulls out and you try to calm yourself down, falling limply on the bed. He turns you over, climbing on top of you. “Didn’t know you were a squirter, baby.”

“Neither did I”, you say, still pretty much out of it.

“Do that again, I want to see your face while you squirt on me.”

He kisses you while pushing his cock into you back again. This time it’s slow and sensual. He fucks you with slow yet strong thrusts with his pelvis grinding perfectly on your clit. 

Suguru acts like he’s in control but he’s fighting really hard to not cum at how your pussy feels so snug and tight around him. He lifts your leg over his shoulders, folding you in half. This angle makes him hit it so deep that you feel like you’re gonna pass out.

It’s too much for you to take and you’re writhing beneath him begging him to slow down. He rubs your clit and the pleasure you experience is like none other. You let out a loud filthy moan and spray Suguru with your juices drenching his abs and dick completely making him come undone as well. 

He collapses on you, heaving and catching his breath. He snakes his arms around you, hugging you tightly and rolling on your sides. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, leaving small kisses all over your face.

“Never been better,” you reply with a lopsided smile and half-closed eyes which makes Suguru chuckle. He gets up to bring a warm cloth to clean you up. By the time he’s back you are cold asleep. He carefully cleans you up and climbs in beside you, tucking you in.

He holds your tiny figure like it’s porcelain as if he did not just fuck you into oblivion just moments ago. He stares at you lovingly with his fingers running through your scalp. 

You stir awake when you feel kisses on your forehead and look up to him with sleepy eyes.

“You’re staying?” you ask with hope in your voice. You knew your world would come crashing down if he left now – or if this didn’t mean as much as it did to you. 

“I'm genuinely hurt that you think I would leave after finally having you. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” You can feel your heart skip a beat at the thought that he wanted you too. 

“How long?”

“I think forever would be an appropriate measure to describe it,” he smiles softly. You chuckle in response. 

“The worst part of it all was you always being so close to me. I could not get you out of my head even if I tried to… I'm never gonna let you go again,” he continues, looking into your eyes with love and sincerity.

Instead of replying to his confession, you just kiss him. It’s a kiss that tells him everything he needs to know. When you part, you have a goofy smile on your face. “Satoru’s gonna be so mad!” you say, laughing.

“Nah… he’ll be insufferably happy that I finally manned up,” he chuckles. “Can’t say the same about the incoming noise complaint though… you were LOUD,” he says, poking fun at you.

You bite his nipple lightly and bury your face in his chest in embarrassment. “It’s your fault, you know,” you mumble as you ponder over it, “But ehh… he’ll have to get used to it, ‘cause I'm not letting you go anywhere either.”

“Don’t say shit like that if you want to sleep tonight, my love.” He groans lowly in your ears and you push him lightly. “I’m still recovering from the first round, I’m not ready for another.”

“Who says I want to fuck. Let me make love to you tonight,” he teases and you simply blush at his coy words. 

You both spent the rest of that night making up for the kisses of forever – tangled in the sheets and into each other’s arms.

You wish you could have gotten some sleep in the morning but your fate was sealed when you found Gojo complaining about the noise, teasing the living hell out of you and giving you a headache throughout the day.

[starluvsx]

★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

Matt x fem!reader

Proofread:mhm

Word count:1443

WARNINGS:drinking/being drunk, cheating,physical abuse mentioned,depression themes,self destructive reader,reader is kinda dumb at the end tho

A/N:I don’t think Matt would ever do this but idrc.I wanted to write some sad angst shit yk.anyways yea I don’t think Matt would ever cheat or hit his gf so like don’t come after me.Also tysm for 50 followers!!kinda crazy since i only started writing on here abt a month ago but yea, TYYY💗💗

𖦹 𖦹

No thoughts consumed my head as I took another swig of vodka.the tv was on but I wasn’t tuned in.i’d been on this couch for God knows how long.my legs feel numb.another sip.

Food would be scarce if I was hungry.eating never crossing my mind which was only replaying what had gone down two days ago.me and Matt got into a fight.not just any fight.he hit me.not just a small grab or a light smack on the arm,he full on smacked me across the face.another sip

I was shocked at first but my shock turned into anger.what we were fighting about in the first place was trivial now.I had been holding back at first but him striking me set me loose.I screamed at him louder than I think I ever have.nonsense spilling from my lips.another sip.

He was stunned by my rage filled yelling.only whispering small ‘sorry’s and ‘are you okay’s.I never got angry at Matt.he could step on my heart and crush it into a million pieces and I wouldn’t be that mad.well that’s what I thought until yesterday.I’m so stupid.another sip

I found messages.messages between him and another girl.one he called “my love” and “princess”.the guy who I thought was the sweetest boy and was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for was actually a lying ,cheating douche bag.it’s my fault for falling for him.another sip.

I was so stuck in my own head that I didn’t hear the front door open. “Y/nnnn” as all I heard.the sudden voice would normally make me jolt my head towards it but I found that nearly impossible with the state I was in.another sip

Matt stepped into view.now in front of me.he gave me a look.I couldn’t tell if it was disgust or sympathy.I didn’t know anything about him anymore. “What”I slurred out.another sip

“Have you been drinking?”Matt asked.dumb question for someone who was smart enough to hide another woman from me for months.

“Yea no shit genius,fuck do you want”I spat out sharply.

“I want to talk”he answered.his fist clenched as he said this.

“Get out Matt ''I barely got out as I smiled drunkenly.I don’t know why I was smiling.just felt right.

“No I’m not getting out, we need to talk and you need to sober up so we can have a proper conversation like grown adults” Matt said as I took another sip.I tilted my head back and he snatched the bottle out of my hand.

“Fuck you Matt”I flipped him off as my head went farther back into the arm rest of the couch.

“I’m not gonna let you destroy yourself, this is like the worst version of you”he said, frustration filling his voice.

“You bring out the worst of me baby”I replied.my response making Matt go silent.he ignored my comment.not saying anything as he bent down to pick me up bridal style.i was too tired to protest against this.

Matt mumbled some incoherent side comments under his breath.I didn't care enough to ask for him to repeat himself. "where are we going"i said lightly as i placed my head on his chest, my neck too weak to support the weight of my own head.

"You need a shower, you smell like vodka and sweat"Matt answered my question.he was probably right.i haven't really moved off the couch in at least a day. "can you stand?" he followed up as we entered the bathroom.

"probably not"i said with a slight huff coming out my nose.barely laughing at my own joke.he didn't say anything in response,lightly setting me down.i stabilized myself on his shoulder as to not fall over.once i caught my balance i let go of him.now being able to stand up straight.

"ill uh turn around so you can get undressed if you want" matt said wearily.not to get into any detail but we've been dating for 4 years, he's seen me naked before.so i said just that.

"i dont really give a fuck, i mean youve seen me naked before, not like much has changed in 6 days"i said,the alcohol making me more bold.if i we're sober then i wouldve mumbled a small 'no it’s ok..'

I pulled my white tank top off weakly.my arms and fingertips were asleep. "how you been?" matt asked as i took of my pj pants.i gave him a full blank stare.he knew how i'd been doing. "right, sorry, dumb question" he backtracked

"listen y/n i'm sorry about-"matt started before i cut him off annoyed "can we talk about this later, i just wanna take a shower right now"

“Yea thats…that’s fine”the blue eyed boy said as he left the bathroom,closing the door on his way out so i could clean off my body in privacy.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

I shivered as I stepped out the warm shower into the cold which had been awaiting me.I was now sobering up.becoming more aware of my surroundings and what i was actually doing.

After I dried off I began to put on the clothes Matt had left out for me.not even noticing him doing that earlier.I got goosebumps as I pulled the hoodie he left out for me over my head and onto my body.I couldn’t help but realize it was his hoodie.

I wiggled into my pajama pants and began to do my hair like normal.my skin care was the same routine as always too.nothing abnormal,

Once I was done I walked over to the door and opened it attentively.my eyes were met with Matt sitting on my bed scrolling through his phone.I didn't say anything though.simply walking over to him and laying down next to him awkwardly.

He set his phone down once I sat on the bed. “How do you feel?”the taller boy asked while looking at me.I muttered a small ‘better’ as I began staring off into the distance.wondering how the fuck I got here in life

“Listen y/n im so so sorry for everything I’ve done to you.cheating was stupid and I realize that.I blocked her on everything.the only girl I want is you I swear”Matt started “I mean your litterly perfect and I know this is cheesy but I’m so in love with you God I mean I wake up everyday thinking about you and I go to bed at night doing the same.your the only girl I’ve ever felt this way for.I couldn’t even bare the last 2 days away from you.the whole time I was sat in bed missing your laugh,and your eyes, and your personality,fuck I missed you.I thought I would be ok but I was so so wrong.please y/n forgive me,I seriously can’t live without you”he finished off

I took a moment to respond.not exactly knowing what to say. “Well then why did you hit me?”I said blankly. “If all of that is true then why did you hit me?” I questioned again, now going into more detail.

“I-I don’t know, something just came over me.you know how I am sometimes.please y/n I really do love you.there’s nothing I want to do more then spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Can I just think about this please,this is kinda a lot to take in and I’m really tired right now.''I said, excusing myself from this whole conversation.

“Yes of course”the boy next to me said as he began to get up and leave.I wasn’t going to say anything and just let him leave as if I don't care.but that wasn't the truth.and I feel like we’ve had enough lies between each other the last few days.

“Can you stay please,I’ve missed you too”I caved in honestly.

“Oh sure”he replied hesitantly as he walked back to his previous spot.we don't say anything else from there.simply laying down and getting as close together as possible.I missed this, and even though I can’t read minds I think he missed this as well.

[bagheerita]

ooh!! i love hearing about original works just as much as fanfics!! (im always so impressed cuz original work isnt my wheelhouse) Could you share about 'I can find you in the dark'?

And from the sga wips I'd love to know what 'Jade' is about :3

❤️❤️❤️ woot

Tag Game

This got super long so i will put it under a cut.

In summary:

I Can Find You in the Dark is an SGU fic

I share a different/my only original fic bc you said you like them ❤️

Jade is a fic about my Wraith OC named Jade

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So the “non sga” docs aren't original, but other fandoms, sorry if that was confusing.

"I Can Find You in the Dark" is my Stargate Universe Park/Volker/Greer pwp. I started it but lost momentum and need to rewatch s2 before I get back to it. In canon Lisa Park and Ronald Greer are a couple, and Dale Volker has a crush on Lisa and has a “connection” with Ron when Ron is a donor for Dale's kidney transplant, so I just really want to solve all of their problems with polyamory. Also, Lisa is blinded in an accident, so this specific story is about them having sex with the lights off and the men learning to navigate their environment, and specifically each other's bodies, without being able to see.

Exerpt:

Lisa sits, listening.

Ron's hands are on her thighs, his thumb rubbing warmly at the juncture of her hip. His touch makes her feel safe.

"Is this okay?" she hears Dale ask. He's across the room, fiddling with the lights; his voice echoes around the room before it reaches her.

"Depends on how much you don’t want to see," Ron says matter-of-factly. His voice is warm, rumbling up against her knees where he's sitting beside the bed.

She can hear Dale's indecision, but this is his experiment, so she smiles encouragingly. "Whatever you need is fine, Dale," she says.

"Don't get lost on the way to the bed," Ron adds.

Lisa reaches out, finds his head, then smacks him. Not too hard; he barely notices other than to press a kiss of apology to the inside of her knee.

Ron tenses slightly; instinctively wary. Lisa feels the slight cooling of the air that means the lights have been turned off. Dale stumbles over something.

Lisa pouts. She knows Dale means it as a way to try to understand her situation; for her to not feel alone in her darkness. Which is sweet, but she's not sure he's thought it through.

"You okay?" Ron asks.

"Yeah." Dale sounds annoyed, but then she feels the bed move as he sits on it. "At least I thought to not take my shoes off until after," he says, and there's triumph in his voice now, just a little bit, and she loves that. “No stubbed toe or anything.” The bed moves and she hears rustling as he starts taking off his clothes.

Lisa reaches out her hand to him, slowly, seeking him. When she brushes his arm he jumps.

“Oh,” he says, startled. “Sorry. Um, that.”

She’d pulled back but she feels the movement of his hand as it slides past hers in the darkness, and she stops and readjusts herself to meet him. Dale jumps again in surprise, but this time he turns with her and takes her hand. Bringing it to his mouth he kisses her fingers and her palm. “Wow,” he murmurs against her skin and Lisa shivers.

Ron’s hands slide up her sides and along her arm, finding Dale at the end of this path and without needing to flail at all. Lisa smirks against his throat as he reaches past her, and she kisses the back of his head. She hears Dale inhale and then she feels the way his body goes lax, relaxing into Ron’s kiss. She grins fiercely against Ron’s hair and twines her fingers with Dale’s. After a moment she feels Ron turn to her, feels Dale’s hand pull her lightly, and they position her between them. Dale kisses her mouth and Ron kisses the corner of her jaw, working his way down her neck to her collarbones.

********

Because you like original ideas I will also share the other document in my wip folder that I didn't mention at first (because the game seemed more fandom focused). It is my only original work that I consider currently “in progress.” The story has no title as of yet, but the document is called “syras braeden ren.” It's about a pair of mages named Syras and Braeden who have retired and moved to the middle of nowhere to get away from politics. They meet Ren, a young man who is in a lot of trouble. He doesn't want any help at first, but they realize that they need to help him anyway because he is at the crux of a web of issues that goes pretty deep and is connected to some of Braeden's past trauma. They engage on a cross continental journey, running into several old friends and developing a strong relationship between all three of them.

Exerpt:

The wind was cold now that the sun was gone, and Braed pulled his cloak around him more tightly as he followed Syr's black tail by moonlight. The tail was pointed straight up as Syr trotted along with his nose to the ground, but a dark-furred dog wasn't the easiest to see in the dusk, especially when he was headed directly into the forest.

Braed almost lost his footing in a patch of mud, catching himself against a sturdy oak. The tree's leaves were greyish yellow in the darkness, though this time of year they were a dull yellow in bright light as well. "This has better be important," he called to Syr. "If you've dragged me out of a warm bed because Lothian's Eyes glow with a brighter gleam once you're north of Rommy Ford, or some of your usual rot, I might be tempted to violence."

Syr blew air through his nose, expressing his opinion without needing to shift out of his wolfhound's shape to do so. They'd been together long enough that this argument was all placeholders in any case. Syras liked observing phenomena first hand and experiencing events as they happened; Braed much preferred hearing about events afterward and reading articles about megical phenomema in the Quarterly, and preferred both while seated next to a warm fire with his hands wrapped around a mug of che. They'd just come north this past summer, the political unrest in the cities along the coast of the Inerwa Sea making the south rather less plesant for those with no interest in taking sides in the intercity politicking, and Braed was finding the weather along the Glass River more of an adjustment than he'd expected. He'd been born in Bezar on the shores of the Glass Sea, even farther to the north, but he'd spent all his life till now pointed southward.

"And for good reason," he muttered under his breath, though he immediately wanted to take back the uncharitable thought. He was warm, in the cloak that Syras had bought him, and the boots and gloves that Minera had made him after he and Syras had saved her sheep from being cursed to eat nightshade. If his shoes were muddy and his face chilled it wasn't a hardship compared to other parts of his life.

Syr barked once to draw his attention, and moved up out of the trees and onto the road. Braed sighed as he followed, but soon caught sight of Syr's quarry.

A figure, he would guess a young man, was stumbling away from Syr, running as best they could down the road.

"Wait," Braed called. He sighed. "Syras, stop chasing them."

Syr didn't listen but whined in apology, his attention intent on his quarry.

The person didn't listen either, keeping to their stumbling run. They glanced behind and, seeing Braed, with Syr circling around them to attempt to cut them off, darted back off the road and into the trees on the other side.

Braed sighed again. He moved a bit more quickly. Syr wasn't giving up; it would be better to get this over with.

Syr eventually cornered the person between two large trees.

When Braed caught up to them the moon was out full, and he could see the person's face. They appeared human, rather than Karas- though the Karas were not known for their tolerance for "lesser" beings, and one would not have allowed Syras to sport with them in the way that he had. They were thin and their clothing was little more than rags, brown hair matted with dirt. Dark blue eyes stared at Braed with wary fear out of a face as dirty and worn as the person's clothing.

"Greetings," Braed called softly. "We mean you no harm." He glanced at Syras; Syras had given no indication of why he'd selected this apparent runaway for his attentions this night; they were neither philanthropically inclined as a rule, nor obligated to a house or guard to detain runaways. Syr sat now with his eyes fixed on the runaway's bedraggled face. "I apologize for my companion,” Braed said. “He can be rather overbearing when he is focused on something, but I will repeat that we mean you no harm."

The runaway did not appear to believe him, which Braed was not at all surprised about. "We live not far from here," Braed continued, though it was farther than he rather thought someone without shoes should be walking. The runaway's feet were leaving smears of blood on the ground. "If you'd be interested in a hot meal."

The runaway snarled at him, "Stay away from me," and managed to wedge themselves into a crack between the tree trunks and escape Syr's cornering, stumbling off into the forest again.

Syras was apparently not interested in chasing the runaway any farther though, because he shifted to human and cast a sleep spell, dropping the runaway in their tracks.

Braed sighed, prepared to deliver yet another speech on respecting personal autonomy.

"I tried it your way," Syras said unexpectedly. He flicked long, black hair over his bare shoulder and looked over at Braed; his golden eyes always seemed like they were dancing and drew Braed's gaze even though there was plenty else to look at. "I brought you to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen."

"When your help's not wanted is when you're supposed to leave well enough alone," Braed reminded him.

Syras snorted. "If we leave him, he will die," he said with that tone of authority that Braed often loved and occasionally hated. Noticing Braed's expression he did explain, "I felt him coming, Braeden. He has an untrained ability that will call power to him unless he is taught how to shield himself."

Braed sighed. "Alright," he allowed. It was, after all, what had called Syras to him: a young man whose magical talents were being siphoned by unscrupulous mages. "I suppose you're going to help me carry him, then?"

Syras grinned. He could shift his shape better than any mage in the world, with the possible exception of the elder sisters of the Lunidae, but clothing that fit a human rarely fit a four-footed creature and so shape shifting was a craft that left one walking around in the nude most of the time. Thankfully, or otherwise, Syras did not seem to feel the chill.

"I'll give you a hand," he assured. His golden eyes flared with inner light, and he shifted again until a tall, black horse stood beside Braed.

Braed stroked Syr's nose. "When I mentioned wanting to ride you, this was not what I had in mind," he confessed.

Syras threw back his head with a whinny, and bumped Braed's shoulder with his nose a bit harder than he really needed to.

********

“Jade”

a story about my original Wraith character whose name is Jade. He leaves his hive and comes to Atlantis, and is trying to find his way in the galaxy while also dealing with the prejudice he has suffered all his life because he is intersex.

This exerpt is from the beginning of my draft of chapter 5:

Jade is sitting in the darkness, enjoying the quiet of the pier as the planet turns toward morning, when he hears a faint scraping sound.

A Wraith's hands appear over the side of the edge of the pier, and following that a Wraith, pulling himself up out of the water and onto the pier’s surface.

Jade doesn't know this Wraith, and he sits very still, his left hand on Sheppard's knife as he waits for the Wraith to notice him.

The Wraith shakes himself, squeezes water out of his hair, then stops dead when he notices Jade. His eyes fixate on Jade in alarm, which then fades to curiosity. Jade feels the Wraith reach out to him tentatively, seeking hive bonds, and Jade opens himself to the other.

Greetings, the Wraith says. I am Third Scientist of Biological Creatures, known among the humans as Ray.

Jade bows his head. I am Jade, formerly Second Navigator. He hesitates but asks, What are you doing? Is the water good for swimming? Jade has received tellings that contain memories of swimming, but hadn't thought about trying it here.

Ray grins. It is very good for swimming, he agrees, a certain tone in his mental voice suggesting that swimming isn't necessarily allowed.

Jade remembers both Scylla and the Commander delineated the Pier as the zone where Wraith were permitted to go, and not places adjacent to the pier. What are you doing? he asks again.

Collecting specimens, Ray answers. He approaches and holds up a small cup with a lid that screws on tightly; inside of it is seawater and a nearly microscopic organism. I had to go far to get this one, he says proudly. Doctor Branson is studying how different environments cause them to develop different abilities.

Jade is intrigued. And you gather these specimens? By yourself? He moves to the edge of the pier and looks into the water. It is rough near the surface, breaking against the structure of Atlantis, but he imagines that underneath the surface it would be very calm.

Ray shrugs. Sometimes Goose assists me, and Jade receives a mental impression of another Wraith, but he is more interested in the study than the capture so he usually stays with Doctor Branson.

I have never swam, Jade confesses. Is it very difficult?

Ray cocks his head. I do not think so. Would you like to try?

Jade looks at him warily.

If it is your first attempt you should not go alone, Ray advises. He hesitates. I can assist you. If… it is alright? He makes an abortive gesture to Jade’s hair. You look… He doesn’t say the word “queen” but the feeling of reverent awe and a desire to not offend needs no additional words. But you feel like another Wraith in my thoughts. Are you a brother of the hive then?

Yes, Jade says with surprise. He's so rarely met someone who truly had no idea who he was. I know my hair is dark, but consider me a brother. He adds shyly, I would welcome your assistance.

Ray bows. Very good. If you like we can go now.

Jade thrills with excitement and nods. He pulls off his boots and leaves his coat on the pier. He hesitates, but follows Ray’s lead and strips down to his skin. Ray has short hair, but Jade braids his quickly to keep it from tangling, and then jumps into the water.

Hitting the water is a sharp feeling but, once in, the water holds him. Jade spreads his limbs and mimics Ray’s movements to propel himself along. Other than the dark bulk of Atlantis the water is clear and empty, the light of two moons reaching down into it, though endless depths stretch below him, descending in darkening layers to complete opacity.

Jade hangs in the water and looks down into the darkness, transfixed. It reminds him of the endlessness of space, but he is here without a ship surrounding him and can experience it directly.

Ray swims past to catch his attention and leads him back up to the surface to take a deep breath; Jade hadn't even noticed the passage of time. He doesn't need to breathe quite yet but follows Ray anyway.

Closer to the surface where the light is stronger he can see the million little organisms that live in water: see them and not just sense the electrical presence of their life.

These ones are best seen under moonlight, Ray shares. It is why I come out at night.

It is beautiful, Jade says shyly.

Ray grins. That is the other reason I come.

[hoshi-y]

Hi can I request Mitsuba x reader with a tiny bit of lime (even though it say that in your rule, but if you get uncomfortable feel free to ignore it <3)

Tired

Genre : Fluff with a little bit of lime

Character : Mitsuba Sousuke

TW : None

A/N : Hello! Yes I am comfortable with a little bite of lime HAHA, I hope you enjoy

I don't know what came over me

As usual, Another boring day at school

All the festivals and events will happen in a month or so

And you could not wait to have a full month without classes

Not only that, nothing exciting has happened this week

well not yet

"Hey.. sleepyhead, Don't sleep you'll get in trouble.." Someone poked your cheek with an eraser head, looking up it was Mitsuba, He asked you a month ago and of course you said yes, you had a big fat crush on him

He has been a great boyfriend to you, other than his very mean comebacks you two love each other very much

"Sorry sorry" You lifted your head and placed your cheek on your palm as you dreadfully listen to the lecture

"And now we turn our book to page—" The bell had rung, signaling that it was the end of classes as the class celebrated silently, Finally classes were over, and the weekends have now started

Everyone started packing their bags and also bidding farewell to the teacher as everyone went their seperate ways either to go home, have plans, or is apart of a club

You wrapped your arms around Mitsuba as you snuggled onto him "Sousukeee... Can we go to your house?" Looking up at him, He sighed softly he doesn't wanna say this but he just can't ignore and say no to your cute face

"Darn you for being cuter than me.. Alright, let's go, are you done packing your stuff?" You nodded as you showed him your bag, He held your hand as the both of you nade your way out the school, He looked a bit tired, sleepy even

"Are you okay Sousuke?" You asked him "I'm sleepy.." He hugged your arm as he laid his head on your shoulder, You patted his head "Hey, cmon your house is just a few more minutes away and I'm not carrying you you're heavy—" Mitsuba lightly smacked you in the head as you started laughing

You two finally make it to his house, taking your shoes off in the foyer and sat yourself down on the couch "Your mom is not home yet?" You sulked, you wanted to see more of those baby pictures she showed you the other day

"She's gonna ba home late.. And no I'm not showing you anymore of my baby pictures.." He glared at you playfully, you already took a photo of one of his baby photos and he was begging for you to delete it but no

"Awww... Cmon you were cute as a baby, See?~" You pulled out your phone and showed him the picture you took of his baby picture, He blushed as he tried to snatch your phone away "[F/N] Delete that!"

"Ah ah no way! This is now my most prized photo" You teased him, But what he did next surprised you

He pinned you down on the couch looking down at you "You're gonna delete that or else"

"Or else what?" You taunted, You soon shivered as you felt his hot breath near your ear making you weak

"You made me do this, [F/N]" He teasingly bit your ear making you release a shy mewl "S-sousuke.." You couldn't push him away as he had your hands pinned down, What went from a cute cat, turned into a lion before you

He started kissing your neck softly as your breath hitched "Sousuke.. W-wait.." But he wasn't listening, He started sucking and biting your soft skin leaving hickeys on your neck, Now you didn't know how to cover that up

You let out a shy moan as he kept leaving hickeys around your neck, "L-Love.." You felt his grip on your hands finally loosen as you ran your fingers thru his messy pink hair, He pulled away and looked at his work

He softly grabbed your face with his hand and connected his lips with your soft ones, Usually you would initiate things first, but now, this was new and it surprised you and you weren't complaining

You two finally pulled away breathing heavily, feeling Mitsuba lean his head on your chest as he dozed off "Sousuke?.." You heard soft snores, how can this guy do all that and sleep? You sighed softly as you played with his hair kissing his head

"Sleep well.. Sousuke.." As you soon dozed off too

[ckhaine]

warnings: vulgar language, sexual themes, pwp, dom!jk + sub!reader, nicknames, praises, mockery, belt usage, light choking, piv, unprotected + protected sex, rough sex . . i don’t know.

i have such a crush on jk oh my god

your wrists are cinched behind your back, skin rubbing against the black, leather material they’re locked in. soft moans slip past your puffy, scarlet lips, lipstick smudged from recently being wrapped around jungkook’s cock and hungrily kissing his lips. the same goes for the bit of mascara that prettily darkens your lower wet waterline.

cheek pressed against the soft, charcoal-coloured pillow that jungkook’s scent lingers on, neither you nor he cares about the way drool drips from the corner of your mouth, matching the way globs of slick slips out of your pussy each time he pulls out slightly to watch.

you’re lifted up by a strong, tattooed arm snaking under your stomach; and while still being deep within you, he brings you up ‘til your back’s pressed against his firm chest, the new angle making you let out a gasp.

“jungkook,” you whine, knees digging into the mattress, his the same way behind you. he pounds into your poor little hole, a coat of cream and slick covering the latex clad around his length. “please, take it off. wanna feel you.”

a heavy, throaty chuckle vibrates within his chest, hand moving from the center of your stomach to loosely wrap around your neck. “wanna feel me?” he enunciates, quoting you with mockery. “i’m in you, baby. you can’t feel me right.. here?” jungkook asks whilst pressing down on the bulge within your lower stomach.

the air that was left in your lungs are knocked out for a second, his tip kissing your spot perfectly while he bottoms out, burying himself in you to prove his point. “yes, yes, yes—!” you repetitively nod, head tipped back to rest against the broadness of his shoulder.

but, he still gratifies, slipping out of your wet pussy with a lewd noise. “think you can take it off f’me? hm?” jungkook asks, hand gently stroking your tied ones. you whisper a drunk, little “yeah,” before opening your palm to give his cock a small stroke, then tugging off the condom.

your heart nearly bolts out of your chest when he growls, pushing himself back in, meeting no resistance due to your state . . so numb and overwhelmed by the pleasure that you have you squeeze your pretty eyes shut.

“is this what you wanted, baby? want my cum drippin’ out your lil’ pussy when i’m done with ya?” he asks, words low in your ear, making you dizzy. all you can do is weakly nod and let out a long whine. his dark eyes fall down to where your bodies are connected, and he curses under his breath.

dissatisfied by your lack of response, he scoffs and lightly shakes his head before landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek. “gonna act all shy ‘n quiet now?” jungkook queries, head tilting down to press kisses on your neck, stars twinkling within your droopy eyelids.

“mmh..” you both know you’re way too fucked out to even speak, hence the constant hums to answer his questions that he already knows the answers to.

shit, you don’t get how this man isn’t tired yet . . or how he hasn’t come once.

tatted hand wrapped around your soft throat, thumb gently stroking the cartilage that slightly bulged through your skin. jungkook’s hips roll in the most perfect way to push you closer to the next orgasm, one that takes you whole and melts your body within his hold.

trying to speak, the words falling from your mouth form into a babble, but he knows you well enough to pick up on the meaning. “please, please, please! ‘m gonna cu—!” your walls cling onto his cock, a while ring slowly building on his cock.

yours leads to his as his trusts lose their rythme, and he buries himself deep inside of your tight cunt, letting you milk him off all he’s worth; ‘til the point his eyes roll back and a white light fogs his mind, the world going silent but your moans and cries are clear as day.

after a few slow seconds, you lightly shift and jungkook takes the hint to undo his belt around your wrists, a small smile coming to your lips as you lay down on the bed.

“still mad at me, handsome?” you innocently ask, playful and curious, watching him through lidded eyes that make him itch for another round. “you make it real hard for me, you know that?” he asks, getting up to grab a towel to clean up your messy centre.

© ckhaine, all rights reserved.

[mxtresshoney]

... Eager to make my eyes roll again for your own pleasure you give my ass cheek two quick smacks. "Oh FUCK thank you daddy," I whimper. "What's that?" Two more on the same cheek *smack smack* "ohhh fuckkk daddy.... Fuck... Thank you for the gift of your discipline daddy I'm so eager to be your good obedient slut," "mhmm that's right you are" "I'm so good for you it's my pleasure to serve you and submit daddy please let me be your little fucktoy again please daddy."

You run your hand over my ass cheek that's now got a slightly pink splotch on it, then up my side to make me moan again, the sensation so pleasurable when I'm so turned on for you and already subby. When you reach my neck you flex your fingers across my throat before grabbing my chin lightly. I look up at you with an expression of naked longing. Raw need. My eyes are wide and my pupils black, my cheeks so flushed and glistening, all for you and your pleasure. You debate edging me again even tho you said you'd finished with that after cumming inside me a few minutes ago.... "Decisions, decisions," you say aloud. My lip disappears between my teeth, a sure sign I'm at rapt attention still. "Does talking after I tell you to stay still, mean you didn't stay still enough?" you can't keep the smirk from your face when my eyebrows go up in shock as your words hit me. "Or was it my failure to hem you in proper, hmm?" Your grip on my chin goes slack and I try to stifle another whimper but you're ready for me and I hear the *slap* of your disciplinary strike. My face flushes hot, even hotter, my skin tingling and my cunt spasming at the same time. "Thank you daddy, may I have another?" *smack smack* this time one for each cheek, unlike on my ass cheeks you want to see both red spots brighten my complexion. My voice is quieter and oozing a bit this time, "thannnnk you daddy...please give me anotherrr" my eyes are a bit bleary now as I gaze up at you and you feel your cock hardening again.

"come here pet I want you over the edge of the bed for me" you pull me up towards you gently as I make a small and cute sound of protest. "My pillow princess surely doesn't mind a bit of pet taming now, huh pretty baby?" I blush even deeper at this and bite my lower lip again. "S'not fair you got me all subby and now I-"

You smoothly cut me off, "did I say you could speak yet my simple little slut?" Pitching your voice deep to tease me your hands come around my waist so you can embrace me as I sit up. You can't help but kiss me again when my lips are within reach. Trying not to crush me or bruise too bad you spend a minute feasting on me again. Relishing my taste. Savoring the way I don't ever let your tongue enter my mouth without trying to chase it back into yours when I'm subby like this. Feeling the embrace of my flesh pressed to yours as well as my lips.

Finally you realize my mind is lost to your kisses and embrace and I'm not going to be able to respond to your teasing question. You roughly grab my face again and look at my eyes as you spit out, "someone's not quite subby enough if I'm still contending with your tongue and your little sounds of protest you're speaking without permission and failing to answer questions both huh," my eyes rolling back in my head makes you hotter yet and you can't help but bite my throat hard enough to make me squeal "daddy I'm sorry " before you flip me over onto my stomach.

Shoving my shoulders down you lay me out before you again. You run your hands over my ass cheeks again giving one smack each barely light enough to get a reaction out of me. I remain still, determine to prove I am still subby enough to be obedient.

You decide to add one element of control and leave the room to get something to tie around my waist. The ritual of my body being bound always brings me further dropped into subspace anyway plus you realize that you were in the mood for using a fabric handlebar on me. You don't bother warning me instead roughly lifting my smaller body exactly as you know I crave. You wrap my body once...twice before taking your time with a simple safe knot that won't tighten as you tug on it. I remain still and quiet while you prepare me for your use.

Once I am bound you bring your palm against the rope tugging it like you would tug a leash firmly, and my body responds like a puppet. You bring me up to press my back against your front, a pleased hum escaping your lips as you feel your hard cock against me. "Can you shake your ass for me doll... ooh yes just like thaaaat oof my perfect little fuck doll"

[tooruhearts]

they’re in love!! (with you)

→ feat. atsumu miya, oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi || genres: fluff

KIYOOMI is late to work. and it's not his fault. no, he didn't sleep in. he didn't forget to turn off the stove. he didn't forget his keys. in fact, he woke up at seven am like he always does. but kiyoomi is late to work and it's because of you.

"baby, one more kiss? the last one," you say, lips already chasing after his.

but kiyoomi puts a hand over your mouth. "you said that twenty kisses ago."

"last one, i promise, please?"

and now you're holding onto his necktie, eyes blinking at him, waiting for him to say yes. but kiyoomi is already ten minutes late to work and he knows that if he caves into you he will be even later. so he opens his mouth, about to say no, but then you kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

"please?"

god. he can't say no to you.

kiyoomi kisses you, sighing into the kiss. he can feel your smile against his lips. what a little devil, he thinks. but that doesn't matter right now, because your lips feel like heaven and kiyoomi thinks this is paradise. and kiyoomi kisses you again and again and again until you're both breathless.

maybe he should call in sick today.

ATSUMU sometimes gets this overwhelming warm feeling in his chest, a feeling that makes him want to almost cry. and it is times like these, as he’s laying in bed sick with a wet towel on his forehead, as you are holding his hand, that he realizes how grateful he is that you chose him. that you wanted to stay with him.

“babe, i love ya, will leave all my fortune to ya."

“tsumu, stop acting like you're dying. it’s just a cold.”

he snorts at your reply, but the warmth of your fingertips on his palms doesn't stop the tears from appearing in his eyes. he can feel his lips quivering, his face growing red (and not from the fever). so he pulls you closer to him, until your face is pressed into the crook of his neck.

“ya know i love ya, right? i love ya so much,” he whispers in your ear.

"i know tsumu, i love you too."

"even when you make me burnt porridge, i love ya a whole lot."

"yes, yes, you big baby," you giggle, lightly smacking his arm, "my big baby."

the night ends with you kissing atsumu's face over and over again until he stops crying (he stops when he falls asleep).

TOORU knows all good things come to an end eventually. that forever is not a word that lasts, it's not a word that makes sense to him. that one day he will have to let go. but when his arms are tightly wrapped around you as you bask in the afternoon sun, your hair tickling his cheek, he thinks it might make sense after all.

forever is a word that tooru can finally picture and it takes shape in the form of you.

"you smell like me," he says, kissing the top of your head.

"you noticed? i used your shampoo."

"you're also wearing my jersey," he teases, "you like me that much?"

"tooru, you're literally my boyfriend."

he laughs. tooru can't help but tighten his arms around you, still laughing, your face pressed against his. you whine, saying he's crushing you. but tooru keeps you secure in his embrace, kissing your cheeks, your ears, your neck. kissing your lips. and yes, oikawa tooru is your boyfriend. he's yours, forever and more.

"you're soo clingy," you say.

"only for you," he replies.

tooru doesn't think forever is a word that lasts, but if it's with you, he will try. he will try to make it last until his last breath. only for you.

SHOYO thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your clothes are soaked and you look terribly pissed off because the weather forecast didn't announce it would rain. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and you're squeezing his hand a tad bit too hard.

"our picnic is ruined.”

"it's fine, we could always go tomorrow! and now we can go home and cuddle."

but that doesn't take away the look of disappointment on your face, or how your body slumps, or how smaller than usual you look. so shoyo pulls you towards him, making you drop the picnic basket, his face a mere inches away from yours.

"dance with me?"

and shoyo doesn't even wait for you to answer before he's twirling you around. hands around your waist, pulling your body each time closer to his, until all he can feel is your warmth instead of the rain soaking his clothes. until all he can feel is your heartbeat.

"shoyo, stop, this is embarrassing!" you say, but you're laughing and laughing with each twirl, with each step.

shoyo thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and your clothes are drenched. even now, as the rain pours over both of you and you two are dancing and laughing like mad.

a/n: tooru’s is inspired by the song forever by lee junhyung!!

[familyvideostevie]

Can you do a blurb of Eddie unabashedly wearing his love’s neon purple scrunchie on his wrist?

this was too cute to not turn into a wee ficlet, hope that's okay! | 0.5k, fem!reader, short and sweet

Hellfire doesn't notice until halfway through the session when they're taking a snack break.

"Uh, Eddie?" Lucas asks. "What's that?"

"What do you mean, what's that, Sinclair?" Eddie parrots back. He's munching on some dry cheerios and thinking about you.

"The purple thing on your wrist." Lucas points, and Eddie looks down as if he's surprised by its presence, though he's been acutely aware of it all day.

"This, Sinclair, is a scrunchie."

"What's a scrunchie?" Mike asks, wrinkling his nose. Hellfire is a no-judgment zone when it comes to not knowing things, though Eddie is less forgiving when stupidity occurs where it shouldn't. But this is just Mike being Mike, so he teases him a little.

"Don't you have a sister, Wheeler? It's for hair."

"Is it for you?" Dustin asks. He looks apprehensive, almost confused at the idea of Eddie putting his hair up.

"Wait," Lucas starts, "I've seen that before --"

"No, it's not for me." Eddie snaps it against his wrist gently, smirking, before setting down his snack. "Break over, let's get back to it! Gareth, start us off where you were last..."

The truth is that the scrunchie is yours. You came over to Eddie's late last night, scared the shit out of him with your knocking. But nothing was wrong, you just wanted to talk. And it turns out you wanted to confess your crush on him, which was great news for Eddie since he'd had a crush on you for months. One thing led to another and he must've teased it out of your hair when he was sucking your face. Or your neck. He grins at the memory. This morning he'd found the bright purple thing on his floor long after you'd left and slid it onto his wrist to return when he sees you tonight.

The session finishes and as they're all packing up, Jeff leans over to Eddie. "Dude," he whispers. "Is it hers?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Till next time, dudes." Eddie saunters out of the room, down the hallway and into the parking lot. And there you are, just like you said you'd be. His heart pounds a little, stomach swooping at the sight of you.

"Hey," Dustin calls. "What're you doing here?"

Before you can reply, Eddie spreads his arms wide. "There's my pretty girl!" he shouts.

"Hi, Eddie," you call back, rolling your eyes at his drama.

"My...pretty...girl?" Lucas repeats from the school steps, mouth open. Eddie throws an arm around you and presses a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You laugh, twining your fingers with his where they hang off of your shoulder. Then you notice what he's got on his wrist.

"This mine?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"Oh my god," Mike says.

"Yeah baby, found it on my floor this morning." You flush at his words and remember his hands in your hair, mouth on your pulse point.

"Hmm." You tug on it a little, then look at him, eyes bright with mirth. "Hold onto it for me, yeah?"

"What is happening," deadpans Dustin.

"Course I can," Eddie replies. He kisses your temple once, twice, three times, then pulls you towards his van. "That answer your question, Sinclair?" he calls back to the kids. You smack his chest lightly and he laughs.

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[dreamqueenkala]

JOKESTER

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WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol; Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Teasing; Submissive!Dylan; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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Another night to be spent around the firepit and I was already dreading it. It'd been a long fucking day at camp. As the security counselor, it was my job to protect the kids from potential harm, including each other. Unfortunately, kids their age fought. A lot. That meant bruises and scratches in places I wouldn't typically get them unless attempting to restrain a kid throwing a fit over crayons during art with Abigail.

I had a massive headache, there were fresh bandages wrapped around my right bicep and a small patch on my cheek, a bruise was forming around the left side of my rib cage and my back fucking ached. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep a little early since the kids were on the island with Chris Hackett and Nurse Kelly for a 'survival' task. I was so grateful for one day off. Just one.

And then Emma found me outside the pool house, having just taken a fresh shower. She cornered me near the entrance with the full intent to guilt trip me into spending time with her. She did this often, and I unfortunately adored her preppy outgoing self. She was like the little sister I never had.

However, she forgot to mention hanging out with her meant hanging out with everyone else tonight. More specifically, hanging out with my crush. Yup. That's right. I had a crush on one of the counselors. Surprising? I know. Never thought I'd see the day I liked someone.

But this wasn't just a crush either. I was desperately in love with the guy. His soft chocolate locks, his doe brown eyes and and his dorky half smile. His stupid jokes and his stupidly brilliant mind. Those hard abs, long legs, and wide, athletic hips. All it took was a smile my way for me to melt like putty. I wanted him. I adored him. And damn did he make me fucking horny.

What? I can't help it. I've got needs and they just so happen to revolve around one guy in particular. His name is Dylan Lenivy, and he is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy I've ever met. It was only month two, and we'd made it a habit of hanging out all together one way or another every week. We hadn't done something together this week just yet but it seemed that was to change tonight.

With a groan, I changed into a pair of black sweats, my boots and a baby blue v-neck short sleeve, ruffling my (h/c) locks lightly. I yawned slightly as I exited the cabin I shared with Jacob, moving towards the firepit. Nick, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn were already there chatting and stoking the flames. I sat beside Emma, my closest friend here, and she smiled at me.

Turning to face me, she grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. "So."

I quirked a brow, my voice hoarse with fatigue as I replied. "So...?"

"You gonna fuck him?" I choked on my spit and smacked her arm, eliciting a giggle of glee from the blonde. "Oh come on! The sexual tension between you two is practically howling."

"Yeah, dude, Dylan's got his legs spread for you." Kaitlyn chipped in from the other side of the fire near Ryan.

"Fucking shit, shut up, good God." I groaned, covering my face with my palms.

"Hey, man, literally all of us can see it." Nick piped up, grinning playfully. "Shoot your shot, mate."

I groaned and tossed my head back, my (e/c) eyes catching sight of three figures walking towards the firepit, the largest of the three carrying a huge wine cooler. Jacob grinned as he joined us, followed shortly by Dylan and Abi carrying snacks.

"Yo dudes! Got the beer!" He cheered, and we joined in as he handed out bottles. I gratefully accepted a bottle, popping the cap with my key ring and tipping it back.

"Oh my god, I needed that." I grunted with a sigh of relief, cracking my neck as I rested the bottle against my knee. My head still throbbed slightly but it had already begun to grow numb, replaced by the soft buzzing of the alcohol in my system. Sitting up straight, I gazed around the group, watching everyone shuffle into place. Jacob took the spot on Emma's other side, Abi next to him followed by Nick, then Ryan, Kaitlyn and Dylan. Now with everyone present, we settled for mostly idle chatter and jokes.

It'd been about an hour since we'd started and I was feeling plenty buzzed, which made me very bold. I giggled at something Emma said, completely oblivious to the doe-like brown eyes watching me from across the fire, a small grin on the owners face. Emma clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Alright! Now that we're all at least somewhat intoxicated, let's get to some party games, yeah?" She hummed, smiling with delight at the cheers she received. Kaitlyn and Emma shared a look and a grin, the former taking the wine cooler and setting it between the open area of the circle, an empty bottle laid on top.

"Spin the bottle? Really?" Ryan didn't seem to like the idea, scoffing at the implied party game. "Yeah, I'll sit this one out."

"Party pooper." Kaitlyn pouted, but nonetheless the game began. It went around the circle twice before myself, Dylan or Emma received a turn. The bottle, now spun by Jacob, landed on me. I smiled and offered the big teddy-bear of a guy a hug before spinning the bottle myself. It spun round four times before coming to a stop, my gaze following its neck til my (e/c) eyes met brown. My breathe caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to hide a smile.

"Dylan! Kiss the man already!" Emma encouraged, urging the brunette to stand. He did so hesitantly, moving to sit beside me on the edge of the log. He smiled, though it was awkward, that same half-smile he did when he was nervous that absolutely drove me nuts.

"Hi."

"Hi." I cooed softly, setting my beer down in the grass. His doe eyes gazed at me so shyly, so innocently, I felt my heart skip a beat. His cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I couldn't tell. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, my eyes following the movement with hitched breathes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the chance. A soft gasp left him as my lips met his abruptly, my hand caressing his hip lightly as I drew him in. I tuned out the cheers and the catcalls thrown our way, solely focused on the boy in front of me.

His fingers curled into my shirt as I coiled my arms around his waist, guiding him into my lap. His fingers moved up to thread into my hair, tugging at the soft (h/c) strands lightly. My tongue pressed against his, caressing it so gently as my teeth gnawed at his lower lip. My thumbs pressed into his thighs lightly, guiding him forward over my lap. A sharp groan left me and we parted, a thin string of saliva linking us together.

Panting, I gazed up at the flushed boy in my lap, smiling affectionately. Glancing around the group, I stood up, hoisting the male into my arms with general ease. "Goodnight you freakzoids!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring their laughter as Dylan clung to me. His arms were coiled around my neck and he was gazing up at me in both awe and surprise, anxiety bubbling in our bellies.

"I adore you, Dyl." He perked up at that as I carried him to my cabin, carefully opening the door before setting him down. "I mean it. I adore your smile and your stupid jokes and how smart you are. I adore seeing you laugh and seeing you smile when someone makes you happy, even in the smallest way." As I spoke, I crept towards the tall boy with adoration and lust in my eyes, pinning him to the bunk. He swallowed thickly, gazing down at me slightly due to the small height difference. His pupils were blown and his breathing staggered, his fingers twitching as he reached up to cup my face in his hands.

"(N/N)..."

"I adore everything about you, Dylan. I adore you." I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffled, burying my face in one of his palms. His grasp drew me closer and he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, nuzzling my nose with his.

"I adore you, too, (Y/N)." His lips met mine again, this time more fervently, aggressively. His lips sucked on my tongue, eliciting a sharp groan from me. My hands caressed his body, tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head. My shirt followed, tossed across the cabin til morning. His hands caressed my pecs and abs, tracing the bruises on my rib cage lightly. "I'm sorry." He murmured, leaning in to pepper kisses over the yellowing flesh. I gasped and hummed, tugging him up by the back of his neck to kiss him again. My fingers traced down his bare torso and tugged lightly at his shorts dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees.

I pushed him to lay down on the low bunk, clambering over him. I kissed his jaw and guided kisses down his torso, breathing hot against his erection. It twitched and throbbed slightly at the cool air, a soft whimper leaving his lips. I gazed up at him with a smile, extending my tongue and caressing the head of his cock lightly. Dylan gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" I grinned, suckling at the head as my cheeks hollowed and my fingers caressed his base. My eyes fell closed as I took him slowly deeper, my nose brushing his pubes lightly as he bottomed out down my throat. I could hear him whimpering and mewling, the sound muffled by the hand he'd placed over his mouth. His hips twitched and shuddered, resisting the urge to buck against my face. I continued to suck him off for a short while, toying with him before I pulled away.

Panting, he gazed down at me with slightly teary brown eyes, gripping the pillow his head rested on. "(Y/N) please." He murmured. I leaned forward to kiss him, my fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. "N-No, you don't have to..."

"I need to prep you, Dyl."

"N-No, I mean...I've a-already done that." I paused, leaning back to gaze down at him with surprise, finding his shy expression absolutely adorable. Chuckling, I peppered light kisses to his cheeks and nose, slipping my sweats and boxers down slowly. His breathing hitched slightly as my bulbous tip pressed against his ass, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y-You're big."

I snorted softly, mouthing at his pulse point along his throat lightly, rubbing the head around his rim. "I'll be gentle." After he nodded, I pressed my hips ever so gently against his own. The head slipped past his entrance and elicited a short cry from the thinner boy. I gritted my teeth and nipped at his pulse point lightly, sinking deeper til I was buried about halfway. Dylan's arms coiled around my shoulders, hugging me close as he trembled beneath me, his toes curled and his knees bent. I gave him a moment to breathe and relax, settling for just enjoying the soft mewl he made everytime I kissed or nipped at his throat and collarbone.

"So beautiful." I mumbled, punctuating the compliment with a thrust of my hips. Dylan gasped, back arching slightly as I continued to roll my hips, cradling him close with my face buried in his neck. "Mine. All mine."

"Y-Yours, (Y/N). I love you." I smiled and leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before doing so. I shifted his legs so they were wrapped around my waist, pressing myself ever deeper into him.

"I love you, too." Dylan screamed as I bucked forward, the head of my cock hitting his prostate right off the bat. His nails dug into my back and shoulders, raking harsh pink lines down my (s/c) skin that elicited hisses of pleasure from me. I leaned back, sitting upright for a better angle as I railed him into the bunk, the frame creaking oddly with each rock.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight, Dyl. My baby." The brunette mewled and keened at my words, reaching up to cup my face and drag me back down for another kiss. This one was messy, wet and desperate, teeth clashing as he sucked on my tongue and nibbled at my lip.

"P-Please, f-fuck, please!" He repeated this demand like a mantra, a sign he was growing ever closer. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking him gently in time with my thrusts. His lips parted and he cried out, hips bucking and body shuddering as his chest heaved, thick spurts of sticky white warmth coating my fist and dripping over his abdomen. I thrusted a few more times as he clamped around me, bursting inside him as I sucked a mark into his throat. We both shuddered, clinging to each other for a long moment, then he chuckled softly.

"That's one way to ask me out." I snorted and kissed his cheek, reaching under my bunk for the towel i used to shower earlier on.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and let me clean you, babe." I loved this man more than anything, especially when he laughed and smiled so brightly. Dylan was my boyfriend, my love, my light.

My little jokester.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

[malfoysstilinski]

three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you. 

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. 

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. 

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much. 

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. 

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.” 

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way. 

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. 

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. 

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod. 

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. 

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. 

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. 

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them. 

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. 

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. 

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. 

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. 

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. 

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. 

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. 

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. 

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. 

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. 

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full. 

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. 

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. 

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. 

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. 

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around. 

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

 What the hell is he playing at? 

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. 

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you. 

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. 

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. 

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time. 

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. 

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend. 

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. 

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt. 

“Hmm?” 

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. 

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. 

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. 

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. 

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

[oneofthosesimps]

Dance With The Devil

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 3286

summary: sukuna's wish is a new heir and you are the perfect vessel for it

warnings: mention of blood, rough sex, dirtytalk, breeding kink, hurt, angst, swearing, sub x dom, dumbification, size kink (like sukuna is a monster and you are small and petite), belly bulge, lactation/ milk kink (i guess)

authors note: sukuna is the perfect canidate to realise my really dark and deep fantasies, which is why he'll be around more often now (he's also SO hot omg)

all credits to the artist of this pic:

xquesess

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You let yourself fall against the big, strong body behind you. Your hot skin meets cold flesh and you close your eyes at the pleasure of the small cooling. You feel as if your body is on fire. No, as if the whole room is on fire.

"Eyes open, little human," his deep voice vibrates against your back and your eyelids flutter open instantly. You see his wide grin above you and you groan as his grip on your hips tightens and he holds you in place above him. You see the dark shadows his huge hands have left on your thighs and waist.

"I'm tired," you moan and rest your head on the back of your neck, closing your eyes again. The sun of the night has long since taken its place in the sky and casts its bright rays into the small room, bathing you and Sukuna in them. One of his hands grips your neck and straightens your head. Your eyes open again. "We are far from finished, so keep your eyes open," he murmurs against your ear, "If I have to ask you again, I will break your neck." A shiver runs down your spine and despite your heated body, goose bumps cover you. A little fear mixes into your bloodstream and makes your heart pump harder and stronger in your chest.

"And I would hate to do that. It's rare to find something like you". You moan loudly as his lips settle on your neck and he lets you sink lower on top of him. The sensation mingles with the pain of his teeth digging into your neck. His teeth break through the skin and you slightly wrinkle your face before he licks over the slightly bleeding area. You hear a soft murmur as his tongue collects a drop of blood and it disappears into his mouth.

"You think it's that easy to get you pregnant, little human?" His fat, monstrous cock bores painfully deep and you whimper. His grin widens even more and his teeth flash. You make a grimace as he shoves himself too deep inside you and touches your cervix, pressing against it. Your image blurs slightly and thick tears roll down your cheek. The hand around your neck loosens and he wipes them away, his nails scraping lightly over your soft skin.

"Don't cry, little one. You're doing so well. No being has lasted this long before," he murmurs as more tears come, which he wipes away, “They all cracked on me before I ripped their hearts out of their chests. But you are different, you don't make me bored.”

"You're so big," you moan and your legs begin to tremble as he lowers you all the way on top of him and your little cunt swallows his cock whole. Your insides tear and burn. You feel as if your soft walls are being overstretched by his hard length. "No, you're just far too tight and small."

The hand on your hip moves to your belly and caresses it. "Look at this: My cock just barely fits inside you". Your tired eyes catch your gaze in the mirror opposite you. Sukuna has set you down on your bed specifically so that you can watch yourself- so that you can watch him fuck your belly round. You look at your reflection in the mirror. Your small, petite body is sitting on Sukuna's lap, your legs glistening with wetness close to your core, hang splayed in the air over his knees, giving you a perfect view of your cunt and your head leaning just below his chest. It looks ridiculous. You look like a little doll compared to his gigantic body.

His white teeth and red-pink eyes sparkle at you as he wraps his strong arms around you. The moon from outside gives an even stronger contrast between light skin and deep black tattoos and his veins snake along his muscular body. There is a distinct, long bulge on your belly that starts above your cunt and ends just below your belly button. Your face looks up at him in shock and he laughs softly again, "Didn't I tell you?" His hand strokes the bulge and massages it, making you moan. "Doesn't it look good when I'm this deep inside you and your belly is bulging."

His hands go around your waist again and he starts to lift your body up. His cock pulls out of you, leaving him almost white, coating him in a mix of your juices and his. A loud moan comes deep from your body and your hands claw into his thighs. Your body is overwhelmed with exhaustion mixed with pleasure and pain - a diabolical one. Your cunt feels sore from the many times you have come and now his way too big cock doesn’t make it better.

"I can't take any more," you sigh, but Sukuna overhears your words, pressing himself back into you to the hilt.

"Yes, you can. You must, little human." At the stimulation inside you, your eyes turn and your body trembles slightly, "I will pump your cunt full again. This time, I will breed you."

His eyes fall on your face in the mirror. You look so beautiful in the moonlight. Your lips are slightly parted, your eyes slightly closed and there is a deep blush on your cheeks. His gaze travels over your small body in his hands, your nipples standing hard from you, the dark marks on your body, your slender waist that he can so easily break if he squeezes too hard. His eyes drop to where you are joined and a dark sound comes from his throat. "Look at how greedy your cunt is. And that's after you've come so many times today," he grins widely and digs his nails into your flesh, "You're lying, little one. You want more, don't you?" Sukuna changes the angle and presses against every sensitive spot inside you. Your back pushes through and you try to gasp for air and not pass out as he moves inside you with ease. His arms hold you close to him as he closes his eyes in pleasure and rests his head back.

He increases the speed and you whimper loudly, moaning his name. His head rises and his gaze falls on you again, "You want more of my juice. You want my babies." With hard thrusts he presses into you, over and over and you scream sinfully. Your nails pull at his skin, leaving deep marks.

"Too much, too much," you scream, tears running down your cheeks again. Your whole body feels sticky from your sweat, tears and his juice, some of which shimmers on you. Sukuna rams his lower body against you without even being out of breath. His endurance is incomparable. His strength is incomparable. He could and would do anything to you, if only you weren't so damn fragile. Your body is on fire, your nerves are tingling and your lower body is radiating a pleasantly warm feeling that cannot be put into words. It is getting stronger and stronger and you feel the need to help yourself with your own hands to come to an end. Your breath and voice become more panting, "I-I'm about to come."

"Silly little human, can't you hold back," he grins, ignoring your whimper and the shaking of your body in his arms. He continues to watch his fat cock disappear inside you, while you spill out and leave a wet spot on the floor. The knot in your stomach grows stronger until it finally loosens and you gasp, floating above it all. You're aware of Sukuna growling behind you as your walls pulse around him, making you tighter than ever. Nothing is as good as the orgasms he gives you, making you high. And as usual, you roar your heart out, preaching his name, before your wings leave you again and your weightless body hits the earth hard. This orgasm and the ones before are not as long and good as your first ones this night. Your pussy needs a rest and you need sleep, but you know you won't get it anytime soon. Your cries and pleas are music to Sukuna's ears and he wants to hear his name from your mouth again and again. You are hyper-sensitive and scream loudly as Sukuna continues and does not stop fucking you. The smacking of your cunt as it sucks his cock inside you mixes with your croaking voice as you wiggle back and forth in his arms, trying to escape his grip, which will always be in vain. Saliva runs down your chin and drips onto the floor.

"And another one," he murmurs in your ear as thick tears run down your cheeks again. "How many times do you think I'm going to make you come tonight?" He licks over the aorta at your neck as your cries slowly subside and fade back into whimpers.

"I can't take any more," you whisper weak.

"That's what you just said," he laughs, and his right hand drops between your legs, lightly caressing your swollen clit. You wiggle wildly back and forth and try to get his hand off you. The sensation is too much and you feel as if you are about to faint as you break apart in his arms. It hurts unpleasantly badly and you can't think straight. He continues stroking until your breathing becomes heavier again and you moan slightly again.

"You know what we're doing this for, don't you, little human?" You gasp for breath as his angle changes slightly again and he presses against your G-spot.

"Tell me, what are we doing this for?"

"I-I ... I ... c-can't..."

"You can't? Of course you can, try a little harder," he smirks and circles your clit harder, pressing against it and your walls twitch, tighten again and it feels like you're crushing him. He moans into your ear. Was there a better feeling than fucking his little human? Probably not. Fucking you silly and stupid was his favourite thing to do.

"Y-You want to ... make me ... pregnant."

"Right, I want to breed you. You are mylittle whore. I'll fill your hole over and over again until your belly is round and fat." You moan at his words.

"You will look so beautiful with my heir in your belly. I can't wait until your tits are dripping with milk in them," he murmurs against your neck, looking at you in the mirror. Your gaze meets his. "I'm going to milk them like your cunt is doing to my cock right now." His nail scrapes lightly across your clit and you explode, this time without warning. His laughter fills the room as you fall against him again and come down from another high.

"And you said you couldn't take any more." His body vibrates with more laughter and you close your eyes, much to his displeasure. He sighs and looks down at you, clearly seeing your exhaustion, while your breath changes and the wrinkles on your forehead smooth out. His thrusts stop and he licks his lips. His hand drops to your cheek and caresses it lightly. If his heart wasn't dead and cold, it would be doing a little leap right now.

Sukuna has long since ceased to understand the emotions felt by those around him; his time as a human was too long ago for that. But he sees in you how one behaves when one is in love, when one would do anything for someone, and he thinks he feels that for you, even if he cannot express or name it. No one has ever lived by his side for so long. Any other person would have been killed and replaced by him by now.

He lays you down on the bed behind him and examines your skin, which is covered with numerous wounds. His hand strokes your thigh, his nails scratch your body and he bends over you.

His eyes caress your face. Your hair is slightly sweaty on your forehead, the lashes of your closed eyes cast shadows on your cheeks and your full lips are red and swollen. His thumb strokes your cheekbone before his flat hand slaps lightly against your cheek. With a shock you wake up and look at him. He grins broadly, "You're lucky it's you, that's why I'm not breaking your bones. I’d think you were too bored and I wasn't challenging you enough." His left hand on your thigh wraps your leg around his waist and his cock pushes between the lips of your pussy, spreading them wide and he pushes into you again. You whimper under him and squirm slightly.

"Mmm, are you bored? Am I not fucking you enough?" You stare at him, startled, and shake your head before your back pushes through to him and you moan. He picks up his pace from a moment ago, burying himself inside you. His eyes rest hungrily on your tits, which jiggle up and down in front of him. He licks his lips before lowering his head and his mouth wraps around your left nipple. You moan louder as he sucks hard and his tongue plays around it. He looks up at you, "I'm so happy when they're heavy and full of milk. I'm going to suck on your tits and drink it. You will taste so good." You roll your eyes at his words, your hands reach into the sheet beneath you and you claw into it. He bites your nipple far too hard before releasing it with a plop. Your dry voice croaks more than you cry out and you pull at the sheet to get rid of your pain - unsuccessfully.

"Su-Sukuna...," you sigh loudly at his hand around your leg tightening. He holds his face right above yours and four eyes look at you, examine your reaction as he fucks you in the mattress. It's time for him to finish this round.

"I'm filling you now, little human," he murmurs and hot breath sprays around your already overheated face.

A deep thrust and he presses against your cervix again. Your lips open and your eyes turn back. He laughs softly, "You look so terribly stupid and pathetic. There's probably nothing left of your already small brain." Your head doesn't notice his words, you are far too drained. His laughter turns into a grin again. The hand around your leg loosens and he places his thumb on your clit.

Another deep thrust and your insides are on fire with pain. Your tongue drops out of your mouth. "You're not making it any better, little one. If you could see yourself now," he collects the saliva in his mouth and spits on your tongue. Some of it misses and runs down your chin, "You're no good for anything else. You are forever my breeding machine, producing baby after baby." He bares his teeth and stares at your face and you try to hold his gaze as moans escape you again and again. "You'll spend your whole life just waddling around, thick and round, while we hang on your tits like a calf on its mother's teats." His thumb on your clit starts rubbing it. The pressure is strong and you go crazy inside. Your whole body is screaming at you, begging you to come, but its speed is wisely chosen. You are drifting in a dilemma of coming and not coming and it is draining you to your soul. You are always just before it, but you do not cross the line.

Another deep thrust and he growls low and wicked. A knot forms in his stomach and he becomes even more brutal. He has to hold back or he'll fuck you bleeding. "And you know what? You're going to look so beautiful. I can't wait to fuck you like this when you're pregnant. I'll press another baby next to the other one." He bares his teeth again and his eyes blaze, his red eyes are like rubies. His right hand grips your neck and squeezes it shut. He forces you to look him right in the face and you blink, slight panic forming in your body and your milky eyes clear again.

"Tell me how much you want to be pumped full of my seed. Tell me who your god is, pathetic human." Your hands clasp his broad wrist and a wide grin settles over his face. How he loves to see you fear for your life. How he loves to see how much he has you in his grasp.

"Sukuna..." you whisper.

“Present again? Is there anything other than hot air in your head?” His nails on your neck are digging into it, drops of blood begin to run from some wounds. The sight was so beautiful. The power he has over you makes the blood run out of your body - how he would love to lick it away.

You grip his wrist tighter and your eyes wander back and forth between his, “Su-Sukuna, please…”

"What, please? Use your words." The red of his eyes are now only narrow rings. His pupils have exploded and he stares at you like a madman - as if you were his next victim.

Your croaky voice is now also muffled by the pressure on your neck. You feel as if you have forgotten how to speak. You try to clear your throat, but it doesn't work.

"Y-you are my God ... I live for you ... only you ...", his grin widens more, as you squeeze out the words and formulate a sentence with the greatest effort. "I worship you, only you. I love and adore you." His grip tightens even more and you feel as if your eyes are going to pop out of your head. The blood rushes in your ears, you see single dark stars in front of your eyes, while he rocks your body. Your nails dig into his skin and you try with all your might to draw air into your lungs. Please do not kill me.

"I-I love you so much … I will give you as many heirs as you want … Only please... S-Sukuna...," you croak, and he groans loudly. Tears form in your eyes as his hand does not loosen. Your neck hurts from the wounds and the pressure. You stare at him in fear and beg him inwardly to spare your life. In a millisecond his gaze changes again while he looks at you and his hand loosens. He presses painfully against your clit. Life flows back into your body and mixes with the feeling between your legs, taking you over the edge, your weak body exploding again.

Another thrust, deep and hard, and he comes, his cock pumping his balls empty, filling you to the top. He moans loudly, murmurs your name and puts his hands behind his head, “Fuck, one day, I will break you and you will love it.” As usual, his juice is far too much and immediately runs out the sides before he has even finished coming. You feel his cock twitching inside you as your eyes fall shut and your body relaxes completely.

Sukuna looks down at you, eyeing his work - he is quite pleased with himself. He looks at your connection and mourns the seeds that have flowed out of you. Staying buried in you so that the rest stays stuffed inside you his soft voice echoes through the room but you no longer hear it, "A short break for you before we start again, little love."

[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you | 2

characters: akaashi + kyoutani + osamu + tendou

request: aaaaaaa!! i was stalking your feed when i thought of something 👉🏻👈🏻so you did a "when their teammate has a crush on you" and i reaaaally loved it a lot🥺could you do it with tendou, akaashi, kyoutani, and osamu? if you want to!! • by @kalesugar​

warnings: osamu and tendou’s are suggestive

notes: since osamu’s and tendou’s are sexual, everyone is 18+ in those but in the others there is no smut + (i might write a fic about tendou’s bc i’ve been wanting to write a smut w them idk if people want that)

part one | part two

akaashi:

so bokuto might have had a little crush on you

and it’s not like he would actually do anything about it

he respected you and akaashi and your relationship way too much

he even rooted for you two to get together, he thought you were perfect for each other (you were)

but he couldn’t help the way his heart would beat faster when you were around sometimes, the way his eyes would immediately drift to you when you walked in a room, the way your smile made him feel all tingly inside

he was honestly just waiting the feelings out and tried to act normal around you

he told akaashi about his crush on you cause he didn’t want to hide anything from him

and your boyfriend understood why he would have a crush on you, he couldn’t blame him––but that doesn’t mean he was too happy about it

realistically he wasn’t going to ban him from seeing you or anything, you were allowed to interact

but part of him felt a little odd when bokuto would make jokes with you, a light blush on his cheeks that you most likely assumed was from his laughter 

bokuto sure was making you laugh a lot tonight. the three of you were hanging out at his place for your weekly hangout and it seemed he just had an endless amount of jokes. it’s not that akaashi didn’t like his jokes, it’s just that he didn’t like that it seemed as though his best friend was making the jokes for the sole purpose of making you laugh. 

he thought he was doing a good job at hiding his inner thoughts, but in reality, you had picked up on them almost immediately. you waited until you were in the comfort of akaashi’s home, where you were staying the night, to ask him about it when you noticed he wasn’t going to bring it up himself.

“is something bothering you? could tell you weren’t really here tonight.” 

he looked away and shrugged, and you stepped closer to him.

“is it...maybe because bokuto has a little crush on me?” 

he held his breath for a second in shock as he looked at you silently, blinking a few times. “you...you know?”

you shrugged, a small smile on your face. “i had a feeling. i mean, your facial expressions may be minimal but i can still decode them keiji.” he blushed and looked down, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “i could tell you were watching him a little more closely when he would talk to me.” 

“i...i trust him, i do.” he looked into your eyes, “and i trust you too. it’s just...it doesn’t really make me feel too good knowing that bokuto-san,” he muttered the next part, “with all his muscles and charm––has feelings for you.”

you shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks to look into his eyes earnestly. “you have nothing to worry about baby, i promise that. you’re the only man i have eyes for.”

his hands found their spot on your waist as he gave you a small, but grateful and loving smile. “i know. i love you.” he kissed you lightly and you smiled against his mouth. 

“love you too. so much.” 

kyoutani:

let’s say oikawa likes you––

well more-so that he finds you attractive and can’t help but flirt with you from time to time harmlessly

kyoutani doesn’t give a fuck sfkjdh he will growl at his captain

sometimes he’s not even in the mood, he’ll just take your hand or throw you over his shoulder while you’re talking to oikawa and just walk away 

meanwhile oikawa is just pouting and complaining to your boyfriend as he blatantly ignores him

“you know it’s not very nice to interrupt a conversation like that, mad-dog!” 

oikawa wouldn’t actually try to steal you away from your boyfriend, but he did have some genuine questions that were borderline offensive sdfjghs

like “how did mad-dog manage to get you?” 

“are you sure you’re not being held against your will?”

bottom line is, your boyfriend is not happy 

he will try to prevent you from even being in his captain’s line of sight

he’ll step in front of you or turn around and go another way 

when oikawa approached you after the game, strategically waiting for your boyfriend to go get his things so he’d have more time to talk to you, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were snatched away by a growling kyoutani. 

his plan kind of work, considering the conversation lasted about thirty seconds? longer than it normally did. the captain was leaning against the wall next to you, his arm above your head as you looked up at him, completely unaffected by his charming eyes––you appreciated the effort he took to talk to you, but you knew he was just a natural flirt at heart. 

he was mid-sentence when your boyfriend came storming up to the two of you and grabbed your hand, marching you away from the complaining boy. you just laughed and squeezed his hand, “you know i thought you would have gotten tired of doing that by now.” he grumbled in response and you tugged his hand and led him to a quiet corner.

he was looking down at the floor but you put a hand under his chin and made him look you in the eyes, your small smile making him calm down a bit. “you have to stop letting him get to you like this. you know i’d never entertain his flirting––i’m yours.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded, looking to the side when he heard his captain walking by. you turned his head to face you again and surprised him with a kiss and his hands came up to squeeze your waist. he groaned into your mouth and you pulled away to look at him.

“that’s a good way to calm me down.”

you smiled, “oh yeah?”

he nodded, “yeah” and put his lips back on yours. 

osamu:

so atsumu may or may not have had a crush on you

and yes you were dating his brother

no he wasn’t going to steal you (though he thinks he absolutely could if he wanted to), he respects you both and your relationship

and he loves how happy you make his brother

...but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t check you out sometimes or harmlessly flirt with you (he can’t help it, have you seen yourself?)

osamu would catch his brother ogling at you all the time, or hanging around in the room when you’re over for no reason

he’d usually just smack his head and tell him to fuck off

or he’d take a different approach––

you were really trying to pay attention to atsumu’s story, or whatever it is he was saying, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of osamu’s lips on your neck, and his hand running along your thigh, the other gripping your waist as you sat practically on him on the couch. 

the two of you were spending time together, alone, when atsumu came in, and decided to third-wheel. you didn’t really have a problem with it, but by the way your boyfriend soon pulled you into his lap to distract himself, and most certainly you as well––you could tell he was bothered. 

atsumu trailed off and scratched his neck awkwardly, laughing. “do you guys wanna get a room or something?” he joked and his brother barely lifted his head, hands pulling you even closer. 

“we did get a room, you came in here.”

atsumu rolled his eyes. “so how long are you planning on assaulting y/n’s neck for?” 

osamu lifted his head, annoyance radiating off of him and brought one hand up to tilt your head towards his, his lips grazing yours. “unless you want to see us fuck, you should leave.” 

atsumu blushed but smirked, “i mean...”

osamu glared at him. “get out.”

tendou:

so when you and tendou started dating, you obviously started hanging out with him more, but also ushijima

it’s not like ushijima was expecting to develop feelings for you 

he didn’t want to––he honestly even searched up how to stop a crush from progressing 

he always thought you were nice and good looking but after hanging out with you more, that’s when he realized he liked your personality too and that you were a good person

he waited a little longer before telling tendou––yeah he told him

but tendou had already figured it out, his eyes picking up on the way ushijima was a little more tense or aware of himself when you were around

the way he would smile and blush when you hugged him goodbye

if anything, tendou thought it was cute 

he got you on board with his idea and after you all graduated, you both put the plan in action

ushijima was sat at the edge of the bed, looking at you and his best friend in confusion, “i thought you said my graduation present was in here?”

your boyfriend stood behind you, arms circling around your waist as he peered over your shoulder, his eyes piercing and teasing as he stared at the boy on the bed. “well you see ushi, after you told me about your little crush––which i’m assuming you still have?”

he nodded unashamed, and unblinking as he looked at the two of you and you felt a tingle run down your body. 

tendou went on, “well after that, i figured you might want to have some fun with the two of us,” he kissed your neck teasingly and the brown-haired boy shifted a bit on the bed, clearly itching to touch you. “we both agreed that it was a great idea.” he brought his attention back to your neck and you figured that was your cue to take over.

“so what do you say, ushi?” you sighed softly when tendou sucked a mark onto your sweet spot and you noticed ushijima’s eyes darken. “do you want this graduation present?” 

he licked his lips and scooted forward, his hands squeezing his thighs almost painfully hard. “yes. please–”