#do you know HOW MANY sex pests work back there?

[mushiemellows]

I worked in professional kitchens for too many years to be wooed by the charms of a 19 year old line cook

[muzansfangs]

Immoral cravings.

Starring: Nanami Kento x f!reader; Toji Fushiguro x f!reader; Hiromi Higuruma x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, age gap but the reader is 21, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, marking the partner, power imbalance, immoral relationships, morally grey decisions and men, revenge sex, slut shaming, choking, overstimulation, breeding kink, implied reference to pregnancy (Hiromi);

Plot: they are older than you and you both know your relationship is not exactly healthy. The charm of an older man, a real one, the allure of having someone you should not even think about in such a lewd way were unbearable thoughts weighing on your conflicted mind, though. You gave in, in the end, allowing them to ruin you in ‘worst’ way possible.

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Nanami Kento.

You always pested him during his lunch break. At first, it was unintentional. You just dropped by your father’s office to check out on him, walking down the corridor with that ridiculously short skirt. You were a sinful sight for him. He tried to ignore you, going as far as keeping on working and not flicking his gaze up to greet you.

However, not averting his eyes from the screen to soak in your curves was impossible. He started to loathe your beauty. The sound of your voice was enough to make his pants feel too tight. He did not blame you for striking up frivolous conversations with him, or wearing such provocative attires, though. At least, he did not accuse you of messing with him until he realized you had got the hint of what you were doing to him.

You turned into a pest.

Hopping onto his desk, defiant smile gracing your glossy lips, you made sure to spread your legs enough to let him catch a glimpse of your panties. Those stupid white panties, evoking purity and virginity. Did you think you could fool him? You were far from being a celestial being. You were a freaking demon relentlessly testing his nerves. But he was done with you and your pathetic entr’acte.

You were soon going to deal with the painful problem you caused him every single time you casually waltzed into the office with the only intent of driving him mad.

His hand latched onto the back of your neck, pushing your cheek against the mirror in front of you, was the clear sign of how much you had pissed him off. Your skirt hiked up to your hips, as your hands were firmly curled up around the edge of the sink, you let a strained moan leave your lips for a particularly hard thrust hitting your g-spot.

You had lost the count of how many times he had made you come, milking his dick deliciously to make it up for the pent up anger you had caused him.

“What is it? Don’t tell me you can’t take it” he growled, his lips fanning your earlobe as he geave your hip a squeeze, probably hard enough to leave some purple bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

Your vision was blurry, as tears of pleasure brimmed up in your eyes, your make-up ruined at this point. His thrusts were punishing, the sound of his thighs smacking against your ass was so lewd you almost felt ashamed of yourself. Yet, you could not deny you had been craving him since the day your father introduced you to the workaholic Nanami Kento. The thought of him fucking you to oblivion had almost become obsessive at some point.

“Ngh— It’s too much, Kento” you whimpered, only for him to tangle his fingers through your hair and giving your strands a rough pull.

Mouth agape, cheek leaving the cold surface he had squashed your face against not too long before, you watched the man behind you stare daggers at you through your reflections in the mirror. You were a mess. Black lines of mascara staining your cheeks and your hair unusually disheveled were enough to make your stomach churn.

If your father found out about this you were screwed. Quite literally.

“You are taking it like the good little slut you are. Listen to this. — he rasped out, dragging his length a little slower down your dripping cavern to emphasize the squelching sound of your mixed juices — You are soaked, sucking me in so good. Be a good little girl and let me finish, hm? That’s what I deserve after enduring a painful bulge for six hours every fucking day” he stated, before pulling out of you until only his tip was buried between your folds.

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but when he snapped his hips forward, earning a scandalous high-pitched moan from you, nothing came out if not pleas.

“Gosh! Kento, o my God… It feels so good” you whined out, squeezing your eyes shut as you let him thrust into you once again, resuming that torturous pace that had knocked the air out of your lungs.

The blond man grunted, his cock twitching into you as he approached his incoming climax. His lips found the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin as he even praised you “So beautiful, so obedient. You’re a good girl, after all” he chimed, before he stilled into you and filled you up.

Your inner walls tightened around him, your orgasm meeting his one as he held you close to him. It was not just hate sex. He wanted you. You were his precious doll. He wondered how was it even possible that his boss had given life to such a pretty, lovely girl like you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, before your dad comes back from the lunch break” he whispered, pecking your cheek.

Toji Fushiguro.

He had overheard you complaining with his son, Megumi, countless times before you ultimately decided to break up. You two had your fair amount of problems, naturally, but there was one that had made Toji grin from ear to ear. Being into a relatioship with his son for four years had made you pretty comfortable around his shamelessly handosme father too.

Since you often slept over, Toji had suggested you to leave some of your belongings over. Back then it had sounded like a good idea. However, now that Megumi and you had, not so suprisingly, parted roads, you needed to get your things back and forget about that failed love story once and for all. You did not want to cross paths with Megumi and texting his father to ask when you could drop by to collect your stuff, without stumbling into your ex, was your only option.

When he told you Megumi was out for dinner with some friends, you did not hesitate to show up at the door with an empty box between your hands and an apologetic expression plastered over your face.

That gorgeous face of yours, your soft eyes and your sudden bashful attitude were such a delectable sight for Toji. He was shirtless, like most of the time, causing your cheeks to heat up and your eyes to rake down his abs not so subtly. Was it not immoral and pitiful to thirst after your ex’s father? Most definitely, but you were not in the mood to self-deprecate.

Not when, five minutes later, you ended up sobbing on a picture of you and Megumi eating cotton candy together six months before. You had loved him so unconditionally. You had spent the best years of your life with him, feeling glad every single day for having met him. But everything ended, right? Good things were not an exception to that rule.

Hearing your cries, Toji walked up to you, spotting your frail frame sitting on Megumi’s bed and crying your eyes out. What a perfect occasion for him to sneak his arm around your waist and drawing soothing circles on your back. Toji was not an overly affectionate man, not even with his son.

But he was there for you.

You did not even realize how it happened. All you knew was that, after drying up your tears with his lips, Toji was hovering over you. Your shorts had been tossed across the room, as his large hand had slithered down your stomach and past the hem of your panties.

His fingers, plunged deep into your core, stretched you out so deliciously, stimulating all the right spots to make you moan out in pleasure. You hated yourself for having made such a comparison, but your mind kept on screaming Megumi had never made you whimper like that, not even when he was sheathed deep into you.

“Fuck it, you’re so tight, baby. That stupid son of mine could not even fuck you good, right? — Toji cooed, his tongue invading your mouth to swallow your moans with a fiery kiss — Not even when he was balls deep into you? Tell me you want my cock, tell me you want me to stretch you out and I will” he allured you to give in, watching how your thighs quivered and your hips bucked up.

How could Megumi be that dumb to let you go?

“Please, Toji, please…” you meekly choked out, as he sighed and withdrew his fingers out of your soppy cunt.

You whined almost in contempt, but then you watched as he leisurely hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, dragging them down his muscular thighs, and your jaw went slack. His cock slapped up against his V line, veiny, girthy, making your mouth salivating.

“Let me make you feel like a woman. Spread your legs, pretty girl. Daddy’s coming for you” Toji instructed you, making you shivers and wonder what Megumi would have thought of you, if he caught you impaled on his father’s cock.

Your eyes darted on Megumi’s picture on his nightstand and shamed washed over you. No, no, you had to focus on Toji, not on Megumi.

“Oi, eyes on me. Don’t think about that boyfriend wonnabe” Toji scolded you, grasping your jaw roughly as he ran his the head of his cock down your slit to collect your juices.

You swallowed forcefully down, nodding your head as he grasped your ankles and settled them on the top of his shoulders. The touch of an experienced man could not be nearly be compared to that of a twenty-one years old man. Toji knew how to please a woman. The stretch was almost painful, but as he fucked you like that, folded in half, you saw the stars.

You squeezed his dick perfectly, your warmth engulfing him like a glove, as he groaned out in pleasure with every thrust.

“Look at you… So cute and going cock-drunk so easily. No, it’s not going to be the last time we do that, alright? I need to breed that sweet pussy of yours” he huskily said, grasping your lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it gently, asserting once again his dominance over you. Your orgasm, a powerful one after so long, came as a blessing, leaving your body numb.

Too far gone to articulate a speech, you nodded your head, while his hand wrapped around your neck and he finished into you after a few more sloppy thrusts.

You had no idea of the satisfaction he felt in watching his cum leaking out of you and staining his son’s bedsheets. Maybe, just maybe, he had thought about leaving it there for him to understand what his ex girlfriend and his father had been up to while he chewed on some insipid noodles.

Hiromi Higuruma.

He had always been there for you. Your father’s best friend, Hiromi Higuruma, was the man he trusted blindly around you, his daughter, his pride and joy. Everyone in your family appreciated him. Growing up, you had almost lost count of how many times he had joined family dinners and road trips. He was always there for you. Nor you, neither him, though, would have ever thought that in the future he would have bent you over his desk and fucked you to oblivion, scattering the papers carelessly to the floor.

Maybe it was because of his visceral passion, when he talked to you about his profession as a lawyer, that you had chosen to enroll to the local Law School. Everyone, even Hiromi himself, were ecstatic about your decision.

But ambition had pushed you far from home, making you explore other countries as an exhange student. You missed your family, your home, but you soon realized you missed him too. Reading through your textbooks, crying over hard exams, studying to exhaustion, you only thought about him. You wondered if he was proud of you, or if he missed you as much as you missed him.

Sometimes you texted him, he replied almost immediately, congratulating you for your brilliant career. You had become so beautiful. When your father showed him pictures of you, your body blossomed into that of a woman, he found himself cursing his name for the dirty remarks popping out in his mind.

The day you knocked on his office’s door, Hiromi lost the last shred of dignity left in him. You were astonishing, finally an adult young woman exuding a cunning aurea and charm. That tight black skirt and matching high heels you were wearing made his mind spin.

“My father told me you could teach me a thing or two. I’m struggling with a case” you started, your mild voice sounding like a wicked melody he would have listened to forver. He was rational. He knew he should have sent you away before you ended up ruining your relationship, but he could not bring himself to do it.

Human cravings demanded to be satisfied.

“Your father chose the right man for this task. By the way, you look stunning, if it was obvious” he remarked, clearing his throat and closing the door behind you.

The way your red-painted lips parted, your back straightened, while he led you down towards his desk gave away how you felt. He knew people’s reactions, he had seen enough victims and criminals, liars and murderers struggling with feelings in his life to say you were trying to camufflate how you felt or why you were there in the first place.

The moment you began skimming through your documents, all dolled up and finally a colleague, Hiromi fought his dark impulses. You would have looked so pretty bent over his desk, your ass squeezed in his calloused hands, as you moaned out for him.

Two hours into arguing over the best strategy to save your client from jail, his hand suddenly latched around your throat, pulling you close to his body. The sudden action made you gasp for air and blush, but as your hand landed flatly over his chest, trailing down his pectoral, arousal made you press your thighs together. You were so close, the thin fabric of his shirt barely concealing the outline of his chiseled body.

His hand was still wrapped around your throat, his hot breath fanning your lips so hazardously. No, this encounter was not going to end like one of your typical catch-ups. No, this time you would have not said a cheerful, sweet and innocent ‘Bye-bye, Hiromi”.

This time you would have screamed his name at the top of your lungs so erotically that he would have filled you up until his cum dribbled down your inner thighs.

“Your father was right. I’m going to teach you a thing or two today” he murmured, capturing your lips with his in a fiery, passionate kiss. His grip on your neck did not loosen for a second, when his tongue pressed unceremoniously on your lips, parting them and delving into your mouth to involve you into a deeper and fervent kiss.

You whimpered, hands clutching his shirt into your hands as he finally gripped your hips, hand reaching up to unzip your skirt in a hurry. There was no time to waste. You had to be his, now and every single time you crossed roads. When his hands cupped your rear, he groaned, kneading it with passion, as he spun you around to bend you over the desk.

“Don’t worry. When I meet your father, I won’t tell him how I almost fucked a baby into you tonight” he sarcastically commented, unbuckling his belt smoothly as you eagerly slipped your thong down your legs for him. His words went straight to your core, riling you up even more as you smacked the papers and books out of your way to make room for yourself on the polished wooden surface of his desk.

“How many women did you fuck over here?” you asked curiously, glancing at him from above your shoulder.

Hiromi grinned and kissed your neck gingerly, while the tip of his cock teased your bundle of nerves and the area around your opening, not pushing in yet. You were the biggest mistake of his life, but also the most beautiful one. You were a goddess, a flower he had watched blossom, a passion he had nurtured in your last year far from home, from him.

“I’m the one who asks questions here. That’s a cross-examination, princess” he reprimanded you, before delivering a harsh spank that made your body jolt forward. The edge of the desk pressing against your lower abdomen made you suppress a soft wince of pain.

The moment he finally entered you, his cock stretching you out gradually and with care, you arched your back and allowed your insides to embrace him tightly, almost as if you were scared he was going to pull out.

“Fuck… Your pussy should be illegal” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he bottomed out. With your ass pressed up against his pelvis, Hiromi lavished praises on you and the blissful feeling you were gifting him with.

And at the end of his feral, dominant thrusts, he made sure to send you back home with a gift too. Warm, thick, his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m finally exploring the JJK’s field better. I hope you enjoyed this scenario. Honestly, writing this down was a little hard considering how many times I got hot and bothered. Older men have always been my type. Also, the legal shit in there had to be added because, since I study Law, I wanted to make justice to my baby Hiromi. Anyway, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o.

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[princessgojolover]

Smiles for the camera

Terushima Yuuji thinks he's going insane when he sees his cute little college crush on a porn site.

Terushima Yuuji x Camgirl!reader

CW: NSFW, enemies with benefits -> enemies to lovers, sex, oral sex, dick and tongue piercing, masturbation, porn, praise kink, hair pulling, creampie, camgirl!reader, college/University AU.

wc: 4320

You're halfway through your first year of college. It seems to be going relatively well, excluding a couple of irritants. The early classes. The busy hallways. The monthly bills. The noisey hallways. But worse of all. Terushima Yuuji. You’re not particularly sure when your little feud began. Maybe it was when he irresponsibly found a way to spill his entire energy drink all over you in the first week. Or maybe it was when he’d completely ruined your spring project with him as he refused to work properly. It could’ve been that he would always ask you for stationary, only to never return it. You don’t know, and you don’t care. One thing you do know is that Terushima Yuuji was not your friend.

Tiredly, you sigh as you take your glasses off, trying your hardest to ignore the pest beside you. A handsome one at that. “If you rub your eyes like that, they’ll get damaged.” Terushima warns you. You roll your eyes, looking down at your watch eagerly. “Why so agitated, cutie?” Yuuji teases. You gag. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop with these pet names?” You complain. Terushima only smirks. “What? You don’t like that one either?” He asks you, fiddling with the hem of your cardigan. “How about my actual name?” You ask.

“Where’s the fun in that baby?” He jokes. You groan in response, practically slamming your head on the desk in annoyance. Terushima only smiles in adoration. Anything and everything you do seems to please him. In reality, he obsesses over you. Every name you call him, every time you slap him, he loves it. He loves the attention. He can’t help it. Not when it’s you, the cutest girl he’s ever seen. But why can’t you realise that?

The end of the day approaches fast. Soon enough, you’re in your dorm, studying, as Terushima is in his, although, he is not quite studying. His delicate fingers slightly tremble as he types into his phone. He feels guilty. Sexualising you like that. But he can’t help it as he searches on whatever porn website, “Girls with glasses..” “College girls..” “Nerdy girls..” He scrolls lazily in slight anticipation. Suddenly, he scrolls back up, his heart stopping immediately.

No way.

No fucking way.

He thinks he’s dreaming.

He thinks he’s crazy.

He thinks he’s officially lost the plot when he sees the girl of his dreams, on Pornhub. Pornhub of all places. He almost cums when he sees your pretty face in the thumbnail. Your pretty body is set in a very compromising position. The first thing he does is screenshot what he’s seeing, to save it for later. The next thing he does is the beginning of your interesting relationship with Terushima Yuuji.

Still in shock, Terushima, so nervously, clicks on the video. It’s only a minute or so until your erotic moans are playing into his, now blushy, ears. His mouth falls open, amazed. The throbbing in between his legs is unbearable. But despite that, he can’t bring himself to move. Not when he is watching you fuck yourself with some sort of dildo. Not when you’re moaning like that. The image of your angelic body will forever be burned into his restless mind. He could never complain. Terushima stares in awe as you grind your hips fluidly, rolling your eyes through your trademark glasses. He can’t help but wish it was him beneath you. The next 16 minutes are discourteous. He strokes his dick slowly, trying to hold himself for whatever reason. Maybe it’s because he’s imagining you. Imagining what you’d feel like riding his dick. In a matter of seconds, he begins to wonder what you sitting on his face would be like. He spends the rest of his evening going through your content, tipping all kinds of bills under a fake name.

As you stroll on through the rowdy hallways of the college, you spot Terushima in the corner of your eye. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you catch him walking with the smallest limp. Oddly, you of all people notice it. Curiously, your mind wonders. Did he trip over? Did he do something stupid and irresponsible again. Your eyes scan his face and you realise he seems awfully chipper about something. You then sigh. The idea of Terushima having sex with other girls irks you. You’re not sure why it makes you angry. Maybe it’s because you’re supposed to hate him. Or maybe it’s because you’re jealous. Who knows? Your mind couldn’t come close to figuring out just why Terushima is acting like this on such a boring day. Not even an inch close.

You avoid sitting next to the boy in your next class, instead opting to sit near a friend. Regrettably, you fail to see the way Terushima’s eyes fault in distress as he is under the impression that he has done something wrong. Yes, he did stalk your entire account the day before, going 4 or 5 rounds before he called it a day. But you didn’t know this. What could possibly be the issue? Eventually you are distracted from all and any work at the buzz of your phone. You move to switch it off until you see that the notification is from a recipient by the name of Terushima Yuuji. Inquisitively, you turn your head to look at the blonde boy, a questioning look on your innocent face. He only shakes his phone, signalling for you to read the message. ‘Did I do something?’ The message reads. ‘What a stupid question!’ Is all you can think. You ask him what on earth he is on about, to which he responds explaining how you’re not sitting with him. This has you puzzled. Since when did he care?

In time, the conversation gets to a point where you ,so boldly, state, ‘I’m not interested in being one of your fangirls or flings.’ When he asks you what you mean by that, you bring up his subtle limping. The conversation stops for a minute. You look around the classroom confused, only to see him smirking at his phone before he’s typing again. What is he up to? Yuuji is quick to clear up the miscalculation as he explains that the reason he is limping is because he was up all night fucking himself to you, attatching the screenshot before sending the message. After reading the bombshell of a message, you turn around to see Terushima smirking slyly at you, pure confidence in his dark eyes. You’ve never looked back down at your desk so fast, stressing out as your heart rate increases.

At the end of the lesson, Terushima apprehensively follows you out of the lecture hall, his light footsteps echoing behind you as you speed up. He calls your name tauntingly. He does it again. When you’re further away from the crowds, you turn around, your precious eyes locking with his own. Yuuji is left in a duel state of excitement and shock after you slap him across his smug face. “Fucking pervert.” You complain. You couldn’t fully complain when the idea of him getting off to you is all you can think about. “My bad, sweetheart, I was under the impression that you wanted people to masterbate to you.. Especially if you’re a camgirl.” Yuuji responds, gracefully taking your hand and lowering it. You cannot help but become flustered at the statement, and the fact that he is holding your hand lightly. “But if you wanted to be pleased, you could’ve just asked me.” He jokes. Although, he most definitely isn't joking. And you are very much aware of that.

Enough of his constant fooling around, you decide to bite back. “I don’t know Teru, I wasn’t under the impression that a boy could please me the way I need to be pleased.” You tell the boy. Terushima’s eyes widen. “Well that’s just because you haven’t tried me yet.” He argues. He’s desperate and you both know it. You take a step forward closer to him and look him directly in the eyes. “Hmm..” You falsely begin to ponder. “Who knows, maybe you could put that tongue piercing to use.” You suggest, sliding one of your fingers onto the shiny ball sat on his tongue. Yuuji blushed tremendously, surprised by your unexpected gesture. “I’ll see you around dumbass.” You mock him, walking off into the distance. Belatedly, Teru pieces everything together, baffled that he could’ve made such a huge mistake of thinking you were a sweet, innocent girl. He recalls how you would always seem to have new clothes and expensive things, wondering where you could have possibly gotten the cash from. You were going to be the death of that poor boy.

Terushima is doing some last minute studying when the clamorous sound of an untimely message alerts him. He sighs, picking up his phone, only to relax as your name flashes on his screen. He reads the message. Simply put, it’s your dorm room and an instruction. Bring condoms. That evening, his homework is neglected and so is his self respect and composure when he practically runs across the campus to your dorm. He couldn't care less about the strange looks he receives on the way. You almost jump as you hear an urgent banging at your door. You roll your eyes bitterly and stand from your sofa to open the door angrily. “Terushima what the hell is wr-” You’re cut off with the feeling of his soft lips on yours. The door slams behind him as his hands slide down to your waist, gripping the sides of your body. You shudder as the metal ball of his piercing slides off your tongue.

As if this story wasn’t cliche enough, he bends down slightly to grab onto your soft thighs, lifting you up to press you against the pale walls as the two of you kiss lustfully. Small moans escape from both of your mouths in anticipation, only yours become more frequent as you feel the rock beneath you. Terushima has never felt so hard and needy in his life. His dick, which is covered by pesky clothing, rubs against your clit, which is protected by the thin layer of silky underwear. It’s only until you feel an odd, ball shaped structure roll against your throbbing clit when you are brought out of your daze. “What is that..?” You question in a slow mumble. Teru only chuckles against your lips as he carries you towards your bed, gently laying you down on the soft sheets before he moves to kiss your neck sweetly. You run your gentle fingers through his blonde hair, gripping onto it tenderly as he smells the sweet perfume radiating off of your chest area.

The boy wastes no time taking off your clothing, careful not to rip them. You fail to see when Yuuji sneaks the silky pair of panties that you were wearing into his trouser pocket. He lowers himself back down to cover your breasts and stomach with kisses, very affectionately. Finally, his face is between your legs, and you feel him smirk against your supple skin. Terushima sticks his tongue out, licking the wetness from your pussy. You relax in exhilaration as his piercing glides up, down and around your throbbing clit. Your graceful hands make their way back to Yuuji’s head as you pull him closer towards you and tug at his hair. “Teru..” You begin to moan. A small creak of the bed echos throughout the room as he rubs his hardened cock on the edge of your bed, moaning into your wet pussy. “Just like that..” You whimper.

It doesn’t take long before you cum onto his tongue, gripping his hair harshly as he continues at a faster pace. Your thighs begin to close around his head as it starts to become too much. But that’s when the fun begins. Terushima forcefully pushes your thighs apart and grips them lovingly. He goes right back into your pussy, lapping up your cum with his tongue as if he was starving. You begin to think that he’s not doing this for your pleasure. And you’re right. Just the act of you whimpering beneath him is enough to get him gone. He begins to thrust his hips towards the edge of your bed, hoping for some sort of stimulation as his dick throbs painfully. “Oh, God! Yuuji that feels so good.” You burst. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips jerk up and down his tongue while he overstimulates your sensitive clit. Your glasses are now starting to fog up from the heat and pleasure coming from your body. At last, he finishes eating you out when he leans upward to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Do you wanna continue?” He asks you. You nod undeniably.

Teru steps away from the bed to undo his jeans. The sound of the buckle on his belt has you rubbing your thighs in anticipation as Yuuji undresses before you. When he finally lets his hardened cock free, your mouth widens slightly. His dick is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you think. It’s perfectly long and thick, with a few veins here and there. But that’s not what you’re focused on. It’s hard not to stare at the bold piercing at the tip of his dick. “Teru.. I didn’t think you’d actually pierce your dick.” You mutter in surprise, referring to a joke he’d made a couple months back. Teru only chuckles in response, focussed on the task at hand. You sit up as he crouches onto the bed before your lips meet for yet another makeout session. This time around, you’re sat straddling his toned thighs, which feel hard beneath you. “Let’s see how big you can get for me.” Teru groans as you tease him, jolting in pleasure as you feel the veins from Yuuji’s dick rub against your clit. While you’re busy kissing the boy, your hips automatically begin to grind on the boy’s lap, causing him to bite onto your soft, cherry-red lips. “God, I've been waiting weeks for this..” Terushima confesses as he pulls away to breathe. This suddenly gives you a brainwave.

“Oh yeah?” You change the tone in your voice, questioning the needy boy.

“Fuck yeah..” He admits. You smirk, raising your hand to meet his pretty face. The look of confusion on Terushima is adorable as you push the boy down onto your bed, his head slamming softly against your pillow. “Well you’re gonna have to wait a little longer.” You reveal. “Come on.. please don’t do this to me, baby.” Yuuji begs, tears in his eyes as he feels he can no longer hold it in. He gushes internally as you giggle before climbing onto his face, your soft, plush thighs hugging the sides of his head as you straddle him, your pussy directly on his mouth and his nose pushing into your clit as you set out to ride his face. This is Terushima’s dream come true. The boy refuses to complain as his hands find their way to your thighs to support you as you, so elegantly, ride his face. You hold onto Terushima’s strong-built, muscular thighs for support as you grind yourself on his tongue, becoming addicted to the feeling of his silver piercing exploring all over your wet pussy.

Head thrown back in pleasure, you moan in ecstasy as Yuuji licks everything you have to offer down there. You fail to see as Terushima’s hips jerk upwards, his dick DESPERATE for any kind of stimulation, which he has yet to receive. By now, there is plenty of cum already seeping out from the tip of his huge cock, which is ready to cum all over himself. His dick is twitching in agony as he slowly gets off to the act of eating you out. Your thighs completely crush into Teru’s head below you as you cum for the third time that hour. Your hips slow down drastically as he laps up the remains of your cum. It isn’t long before you feel an abrupt wetness on your hand, as you turn around to see that Terushima Yuuji has cum from simply having you sit on his face. “No way..” You fawn. Finally, you climb off his face, sitting down next to him to regain your breath. You look at Yuuji to see him blushing in embarrassment. He is about to explain himself before you interrupt him. “You’re so fucking cute.” You tell him before grabbing his face and kissing him.

“Please.. I just wanna feel you.” Terushima begs. You take his pleading as a sign to straddling his thighs for the nth time of the evening, lowering yourself onto his cock which is already smothered in his own cum. “The condom..” Yuuji winces.

“Forget about it.” You order, as you start to bounce onto his cock and wrap your fingers in his hair and hold onto his precious face. The idea of Yuuji fucking you raw has the two of you feral. Yuuji is already whimpering as you bounce on his cock, your beautiful tits flaunting themselves right in his face. He takes the opportunity to lick on your nipples before accepting your breast into his mouth as he sucks on them. The pleasure that Yuuji’s dick is feeling is barely explainable. It doesn’t take long for him to fall in love with the warm feeling of your wet pussy, which is tight, despite all the pleasure you are feeling that makes you relax around his perfect dick. There is still some pain from the sudden thrusting but you’re quick to forget about it, your mind only focussed on one thing.

Tears threaten to prick from Teru’s darkened eyes as he’s overwhelmed with unknown pleasure. Being with you is new to him and he’d like to get used to it. The feeling of his tongue piercing rolling against your hardened nipple has you feeling like you’ve never felt before. You swear to yourself that nobody has pleasured you like Terushima has. It only gives you a bitter feeling as he must have fucked several women before to obtain such skills. “What’s wrong?” Yuuji chokes out as he manages your change in expression.

“Nothing..” You stutter before grabbing onto his face and kissing him. Teru’s soft hands wander around your body and settle at your waist, bringing you closer to him. The warmth that he’s feeling is just right and he promises himself that he’ll do things right this time around.

The two of you are close to orgasm, which makes Yuuji’s body act alone as he begins thrusting hard into your pussy, shocking you in the process. He leans back against your headboard and he grabs the bottom of your thighs, lifting you upwards to fuck you himself. You fall slightly onto him and hug him close, your head resting on his broad shoulder as he brings himself close to cumming. “You want me to pull out?” He asks you, concerned.

“I’ll just get plan B.. Yuuji I’m gonna cum.” You respond, your arms wrapped around his neck as you hug him tightly. That’s all he needs to hear before he’s fucking himself at a godly pace, ready to cum inside you. You moan erotically as you cum for the final time of the evening all over Yuuji’s dick. The sounds are what brings Terushima Yuuji to his orgasm, feeling a small sense of pride as he cums all inside your throbbing pussy. He slows down to ride out both of your orgasms before you completely fall onto his chest and he relaxes back, his cock still buried inside you. He takes a few moments to recollect himself, as you calm down.

“Oh fuck me..” Yuuji sighs angrily.

The sudden shift in mood has you confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask Yuuji, confused, to which he responds, “I forgot to complete my assignment that’s due tomorrow and I’m fucked.” You pull away from him to face him.

“What topic was it?” You ask him, equally concerned as him.

“Literature..” Terushima mumbles. Literature happened to be your shared topic in your sociology and liberal arts course. It also happened to be your strong suit.

“Well, if you want I can help you finish it tonight? I did mine already and it wasn’t too hard.” You suggest. Terushima lets out a quiet sigh of relief. He looks you in the eye before thanking you. You lean in and provide a final kiss on his forehead before easing off his dick. It’s at that point in time when Teru realises his feelings for you are not just lust, but love. Terushima Yuuji is in love with you. And you still can’t realise it.

The two of you have been going at it for a few weeks since the moment he found your little collection online. You’ve tried out new things, recorded some things and shared quite interesting moments between the two of you. However, it is still strictly a frenemies with benefits situation and Terushima cannot help but die internally. He cannot seem to find a way to confess his undying love to you or figure out exactly what you want from him. Maybe that’s what happens when you have a reputation for being some kind of fuckboy. Since your first sexual encounter, Teru’s feelings for you have only grown stronger and more secure. He’s never been more sure of anything in his entire life. As the days go by, Terushima watches as boys from your class start to take a liking to you. He watches with a heavy heart as you give them small bits of attention, despite knowing that you’d never give them a chance. It puts him at ease to know that it’s his face you’re sitting on every week, but he simply wants more. It’s starting to eat him up inside. He never thought he would be in this predicament. As opposed to searching up your name online, he starts to search for answers.

How to ask a girl out? How to make her know you want her? How to know if she wants me?

Terushima Yuuji is down bad.

And you’re not helping him as you flirt with him like it’s nothing.

At the end of the week, Yuuji is at his limit. You, on the other hand, are only beginning to realise your feelings for the blonde. He’s grown on you. After a couple weeks, he stays on your mind 24/7, but this time, it’s out of love. Terushima’s presence used to irritate you and inconvenience you, but after many interactions, it’s made you feel safe and happy. Which is why your heart aches when you hear Teru’s voice coming through your speaker, not sounding as cheery and excited as per usual. “Can you come over?” He asks, trying to hide the pain in his voice. “Sure.” You respond, thinking it’s just a casual fuck you’re in for.

You’re quick to finish up your work and get changed before heading to the boy’s apartment. The door is already open as come in and make yourself at home. Yuuji is found on his bed, lying down lazily.

“Morning loser.” You joke, despite it being the afternoon.

“Good afternoon, beautiful.” He tiredly responds. Something is definitely not right here. You calmly remove your soft jacket before you go to straddle Yuuji’s tired legs. You’re confused when he doesn’t sit up or aim to hold your waist. “Did you not wanna fuck today?” You ask him.

“Can we just lie down?” Terushima nervously asks.

“Sure.” You sweetly respond before moving upwards to rest your head on his chest, covering the two of you with his blanket. You wrap your arm around his toned, naked abs. He’s only wearing pyjama bottoms. Teru gently runs his slender fingers through the hair at your scalp and strokes your hair.

This is nice.

At least for you. Yuuji is dying on the inside as his brain searches for ways to start the conversation and confession of him wanting more than to be friends with benefits. Something wrong is confirmed when you hear his heartbeat increase as he grows nervous. Just as you are about to ask what’s wrong, he speaks up. “I can’t do this anymore.” He claims. You start to worry. It's probably not the best conversation starter. You sit up to face him, your hand resting beside his body for support. “What do you mean?” You ask him, making the most uncomfortable yet heartwarming eye contact. “Not like that..” Yuuji corrects himself. “I can’t take this anymore, woman! I am in love with you for fuck's sake. I don’t wanna be your fuck buddy anymore. I wanna be your boyfriend.” He finally confesses, an evident blush on his face. You feel your face heat up, and your stomach does flips while your mouth opens in surprise. Yuuji realises you are silent. “Sorr-” He starts.

“How long have you felt this way?” You interrupt nervously.

“Months.” He answers shortly. Suddenly it all makes sense. The reasons for him making you avoid certain boys. The reason why he’s barely seen talking to other girls these days. The reason why there’s an unexplained look plastered on his face whenever you flirt with another boy. “Teru..” You start.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.. I just had to get that off my chest.” Yuuji calms down, at ease as he’s confessed it all. “Shut up.” You mumble before leaning in to kiss him.

“I love you.” You tell him when you pull away. He is shocked for a split second before he accepts your affection and returns it seconds later. “I love you too.”

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[eevees-hobbies]

To Yearn is to Worship - NSFW (InsecureFem!Reader x Shoei Barou)

Synopsis: Shoei Barou is #TeamYou and doesn’t mind convincing you of that fact. Literally a fic about his feelings for you and how he tries to get you to see yourself through his eyes. 

Content Warning: InsecureFem!Reader x Shoei Barou. Reader is implied to be curvy and insecure about physical traits. Mention of a blowjob but not in detail, mirror sex, premature female orgasm, cursing. Tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.|| Word Count: 1.8K || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Banner by me. Divider by @saradika-graphics.

Hard planes, chiseled abs, and thick muscles.

Soft tummy, plush thighs, and plump hips.

You and Shoei are opposites in many ways, but that doesn’t matter to him because he’s also painfully and utterly in love with you. 

The day in which he found himself no longer drowning in the acknowledgment that you made him feel an immense sense of vulnerability–his mind working overtime to grasp that he now wanted to care for something more than himself and soccer–was the day in which he finally let go of his desire for control. He finally gave the old, ‘fuck it’ shrug and let whatever was happening–because at the time he sure as fuck didn’t know–happen.

And when he finally allowed himself to sit in those feelings, he realized he hadn’t actually been drowning. Drowning implies suffocation–something your body tells you to fight because you’re on the brink of experiencing something unpleasant or life-ending. No, he hadn’t actually been drowning at all. Instead, he was being pulled–pulled by a force that was unbudging and, quite frankly, inevitable.

But back to opposites. 

Shoei doesn’t desire a fucking clone. The fuck would the world do with two kings anyway? He needs someone who grounds him while simultaneously calling him out on his bullshit, supports him when he has rare moments of doubt, and gives him that vision-blurring, head-swimming, ‘fuck, I might cum too damn early if you keep sucking me like that, baby girl’ type of head.

And even though he had never experienced those things before, god, he sure became comfortable with them quickly, often sinking into the blissful familiarity of your voice, smile, touch, and simply you.

You, his perfect, sweet girlfriend, are an anomaly to everyone else.

You, who has his usual cold gaze—relegated for the most annoying of pests and stubborn of donkeys—softening. 

You, who has him running straight towards you after a game, jumping over the crowd-control divider and lifting you into his arms to plant a hungry, adrenaline-laced kiss to your lips, asking if you saw that last goal he made because it was all for you. 

You, who has him doting on you as if lifting a finger, would not only be a waste of your time but also an offense to him. Never mind that the man doesn’t believe you should spend any money you make but instead provides you with anything you could ever want and everything you would never think to ask for.

And while the world may know Shoei Barou as bold, blunt, and a rude egoist—to you, he’s a yearner with a taste for you, and only you, with gentle touches laced with invocation and whispered praises that leave no room for argument about how he feels about his girl.

To Shoei, his queen came into his world exactly as you are: perfect. You’re the literal embodiment of everything he’s ever needed; there’s not a damn thing he’d change about you, and he would whisper it like it was a goddamn mantra in your ear if it meant etching it into your brain like the truth he knows it to be, especially during those moments when you’re feeling a bit insecure. 

He has no qualms with letting you know how deeply he worships you, fucking craves you with every fiber of his being.

It doesn’t matter if it’s morning, night, while he’s away playing a match, or even while he’s splitting you open on his cock and fucking you within an inch of your life. 

“Keep your eyes on that pussy when she’s swallowing my cock, baby girl.”

But he needs you to see that, so sometimes, when he’s not getting through to you, he sits you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he faces you toward the full-length mirror in your shared bedroom. 

Your reflection is so often your enemy as it spotlights every piece of you that you wish either didn’t exist or was different, but in Shoei’s lap as his eyes rake over you, smoldering with the kind of love that is unchallenged and all-consuming, you see what he sees. 

His iron-hard cock is nestled between your soft, warm thighs, the head slicken with precum poking through the top of your legs and throbbing incessantly as he presses his lips against your kiss-swollen ones with reverence.

“I love these lips,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, offering a playful nip to your earlobe and then soothing it with a quick lick. 

“Love how they curl into a smile when you say my name or call me your king.” His thumb drags across your bottom lip, the pad of his finger sliding in just enough to stroke at the bottom row of your teeth.

He shifts under you, strong hands gripping the meat of your thighs and lifting you easily as he guides your drooling cunt onto his cock. 

The heat of you makes him ache, and he revels in it, dragging the head against your slick folds, spreading the essence of you all over his shaft like his own personal bottle of lubricant. 

You're both mesmerized as the tip presses against your snug entrance, meeting some initial resistance because no matter how wet you are, it’s still an effort to take in his girth. But you both find the struggle delicious, eyes glazing over, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as Shoei pushes against your resistant cunt. You aid him like a good girl, wiggling your hips back and forth, love handles jiggling for him with each shimmy as your cunt accepts him with an audible squelch.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck, baby girl, such a tight fit for me. Open up for Daddy like a good girl. Thaaaaaat’s it. Suck me in.”

He wastes no time, pistoning his hips upwards from tip to hilt, the mirror shamelessly showing everything–how your clit twitches with the need to feel the pads of his fingers stroking her, how your labia spread obscenely as his cock buries inside of you and how your slick not only coats your inner thighs but his balls, droplets blanketing them with the dew of your arousal.

God, and the way he works you over, it’s with the same studying, dedication and determination that got him to be the best on the field. As an expert of your pleasure, he knows precisely where to drag his cock to make you gasp and moan, the pressure building up to a boiling point almost immediately as he molds your pussy to the shape of his cock. 

And not once does he take his eyes off your face, watching it contort into the type of pleasure only he can provide. You’re writhing on top of him, moaning wantonly and it’s enough to not only make his own cheeks heat up, eyes half-lidded as he groans into your ear but also cause spurts upon spurts of precum to dribble inside your wet heat.

“Shoei! T-too much! I’m going to cum!” You whine; your voice is high-pitched with a mix of desperation, embarrassment, and obvious arousal. Sure, you want to cum, but not this soon, not when you have all night.

“Do it,” he coaxes. “You think I give a fuck if this sweet cunt gushes on me a little fucking early? First of many, baby.”

As white-hot pleasure courses through your brain like an electrical shock to your system, Shoei’s grip on your thighs grows tighter, spreading your legs and baring it all to his hungry gaze and your post-orgasmic blissed-out one, allowing you both to see the way you squeeze around him, trying to siphon every drop of his release you can coax out.

But he’s not there yet; finding pleasure in watching you come undone several times over before he allows him the privilege to join you is something that he takes pride in. His queen always comes first–literally and figuratively. 

“Goddamn, you’re so sexy, baby, so sensitive for me.” All the while, his hips had never stopped moving, only slowing to coast you through your orgasm. Once he feels the fluttering of your pussy subsiding, his thrusts increase in speed again. He grabs your hand, guiding it down to your cunt.

“That’s my girl. Use those pretty fingers and spread her open for your king.” And you obey, using your middle and forefinger to spread your labia like he asked. Shoei licks a long stripe from your jaw to the curve of your cheek, crimson eyes never breaking eye contact with you in the mirror as he claims you while simultaneously challenging you to object, which you never do.

His hands are all over your body, squeezing, mapping, and committing every part of you to memory like the work of art you are. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuckin’ perfect, baby! Look at you. How’d I get so fuckin’ lucky, huh? Ah, ah, don’t look away. Look.” He growls, but there’s no bite to his command, only a plea for you to open your eyes and not shy away from the reflection of the person he would burn the entire world down for. 

“Please?” He whispers in your ear, his voice hitching as he hits a particularly sensitive spot for you both. And with the way he’s asking, how can you not take a chance and look? 

When you finally muster the courage to open your tightly shut eyes, you see yourself through his eyes: the way your hair sticks to your sweat-slicked skin, the way your body is flushed from the exertion, but most importantly, the way you fold so neatly, so perfectly into him. 

There’s beauty in these moments you two create and beauty in the way that you are everything to him. You are his love, his life, his blood, and his soul, and that, among other things, is what Shoei sees.

“That’s my girl.” He groans. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy, yeah?”

You watch as his thrusts quicken, his cock pistoning in and out of you in almost a blur, his fingers digging into your thighs so much that you can see the minor indentation marks he’s leaving. Your eye twitches as you feel the unmistakable feeling of another orgasm building up deep at the base of your spine, but fortunately for you, Shoei isn’t too far behind. 

He’s so close, and in the same vein that he’s become an expert of you, you’ve done the same: the way his jaw clenches, his balls tighten, and his words are coming out in a jumbled, garbled mess tells you that he’s about to free-fall off the ledge with you.

Shoei throws his head back; loud, visceral moans rip through his throat as a jet of hot, white cum soaks into your womb. You don’t often see Shoei exhausted, but pouring love into you and doing his damnedest to build you up takes effort that he exerts happily. 

Heavy breathing and whispers of love are shared amongst you both post-coitus. Shoei wastes no time getting you what you need: a washcloth, fruit, a glass of water, cuddles, or more dick if you’re interested.

And it’s moments like this, moments of tender worship by your king, that you feel you’re worthy of yearning for.

@interstellar-inn @pixelcafe-network

Huge thanks to @hayatoseyepatch for test reading this for me. My huge crush on you is so valid.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

it's very bad no good cupcake baking time for the hotel crew (save them) (charlie did you think this throu-) (NO)

Charlie: “I have! The most brilliant plan for a group bonding activity!”

Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Bondin’ or bond-”

Vaggie: “You live here for free.”

Angel Dust: “Buy my silence, Vaggity Fair, cause’ it sure ain’t free.”

Vaggie: (groans) (slips him a twenty) “Go on babe, what’s the mission statement?”

Charlie: “We should all bake CUPCAKES together!!”

Hotel Crew: "......"

Husk: “…Why.”

Charlie: “Beeeecaaaause it’d be so SWEET!”

Vaggie: “And you also live here for free.”

Husk: “Not of my own free will I don’t.”

Charlie: “Aw c’mon Husk, please? Baking is probably KINDA like drink mixing, right?”

Husk: “It’s not.”

Vaggie: (SIGHS) (slips him a twenty)

Husk: “I’ve got cooking sherry around here somewhere, I think.”

Alastor: “How thrilling! Extreme heat sources, flammable liquids, and so many little bottles and vials that couldn’t possibly get mix up with anything in the pest control cabinet!”

Niffty: “Hee hee hee…. Rat poison~”

Vaggie: “Twenty bucks and you LOCK that cabinet, okay?”

Niffty: “Thirty and a new knife set!”

Vaggie: (has given up) “Fine.”

Niffty: “OKAY!”

Charlie: “We need to go shopping anyway. We’ll need flour and sugar and uhhhh flavory things of some kind probably and um, those little paper thingies- the cup cake… skirts?”

Alastor: “Glad to see how prepared our intrepid leader is for this marvelous expedition!”

Charlie: “Cup cake… dollies…?”

Vaggie: “I’ll handle it. You remember how to pre-heat the oven?”

Charlie: “NOT with actual fire!”

Alastor: “Aww.”

Angel Dust: (handing back the twenty) “I want a new pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mine broke~”

Vaggie: “I don’t want to know.”

Husk: (handing his twenty back too) “Beer.”

Vaggie: “Beer? You run the hotel BAR.”

Husk: “What, you think I nip stuff under the table at work?”

Alastor: “Oh there isn’t much thought needed when it comes to you, I’m afraid.”

Husk: “You think I LIKE that I do that? That’s the stupid hotel’s shit, can’t relax sneaking shots that aren’t mine, racking up a tab like that. This beer is gonna be only for me.”

Charlie: “Husk…”

Vaggie: “Great whatever, guilt free beer for the alcoholic.”

Alastor: “How touching. And I require-”

Vaggie: “What YOU need is a-”

Charlie: “Happy place!”

Vaggie: “-which I’m not picking up for you. I’ll get more cleaning supplies too while I’m at it.”

Charlie: “More? Vaggie, have some faith! We’re all adults here! It’s not gonna be THAT messy. We just need to measure things, maybe chop some stuff up first-”

Niffty: “KNIVES.”

Charlie: “-put all in a- blender-? A blender would work for mixing, right? Then pour the batter in the things and into the oven! Which I WILL remember to preheat this time. Without fire.”

Vaggie: “Good point.”

Charlie: “See!”

Vaggie: “We should stock up on first aid stuff too.”

Charlie: (pouting) “We’ll talk about it on the way.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, thanks for wanting to help carry groceries, but I really think we need to divide and conquer here.”

Charlie: “Huh?”

Vaggie: “Husk is already halfway to the wine cellar.”

Charlie: “He wh- Husk wait! You can’t help make friendship cupcakes if you’re blackout drunk!”

Angel Dust: “Toots that’s the whole idea.”

Vaggie: “Fifty bucks if he’s still conscious when I get back. I’ll need him in the kitchen later if we’re gonna get through this alive.”

Angel Dust: “Spend it on getting’ him a really NICE beer and you’ve gotta deal.”

Vaggie: (eye twitch) “Why is all my money turning into drugs and sex toys?”

Niffty: “And KNIVES!”

Vaggie: “The one silver lining…”

Alastor: “You know, if you won’t extend simple shopping list courtesies to me, then I suppose I shall have to go shopping myself as well.”

Vaggie: “Keep your shopping on the other side of town from me or I’m coming home with a flat screen tv.”

Alastor: (annoyed channel switch sound) “….Noted!”

– LATER –

Hotel Crew: “………….”

Oven: (DING)

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “….cupcakes are done.”

Charlie: “Oh yay. Whoo. Hoo.”

Hotel Crew: “…….”

Vaggie: “If no one takes them out they’re gonna burn.”

Angel Dust: “Let ‘em.”

Husk: “Little fuckers deserve to fry.”

Charlie: (exhausted) “No one deserves to burn for all eternity.”

Niffty: “Yeah! I wanna RIP THEM APART and STAB THE CRUMBS.”

Alastor: “Well that’s two votes for burning and two for rescuing, to a certain extent. I myself would like to try out these DARLING cupcake toppers that I found while out doing my shopping completely alone.”

Vaggie: “Oh my girlfriend’s dad shut up. You won’t die just because no one was listening to you for ten minutes.”

Alastor: “In any case, that makes three for rescue and two for burn, with you as the undecided vote, Vaggie. Choose wisely~!”

Vaggie: (sighing) “Someone hand me the oven mitts.”

Husk: “They’re in the fucking blender.”

Angel Dust: “What’s left of ‘em.”

Vaggie: “Fine. Someone move the pile of dirty dishes off Charlie so SHE can be our oven mitts.”

Charlie: “It’s so peaceful under here…”

Vaggie: “The friendship cupcakes are dying, babe.”

Charlie: “UggghHHHHHH ‘kay. Coming.”

Angel Dust “That’s what she sa-”

Vaggie: “KNIVES.”

Angel Dust “-cough cough cough! I didn’t say nothin’, I got a piece of walnut shell stuck in my throat!”

Alastor: “Usual night for you then, hmm?”

Husk: “Who the fuck put in walnuts?”

Vaggie: “Who cares. If they shelled them then it’s at least better than the coconut thing.”

Charlie: “Did we add anything that wasn’t nut related?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh.”

Angel Dust “Nope!”

Husk: “Is that the only thing you were keeping track of.”

Angel Dust “Hey I know my strengths and I’m stickn’ to ‘em!”

Charlie: “Speaking of strength and sticking… um…”

Hotel Crew: “……….”

Charlie: “They’re bubbling.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “Or, breathing?”

Vaggie: “Yeah…”

Charlie: “Is that normal? It feels kinda… not normal.”

Vaggie: “It’s. Impressive.”

Niftty: “They’re ALIVE!” (knife) “For now.”

Charlie: “Well I guess we shouldn’t REALLY judge them until we’ve actually seen what they taste like-”

Angel Dust “Not it!”

Husk: “Fuck no.”

Alastor: “I’m terribly afraid that I am on a diet.”

Vaggie: “You eat rotting deer carcasses.”

Alastor: “And THEY aren’t still moving when I chow in, ha ha!”

Charlie: “Okay well, I guess I’ll just…”

Vaggie: “Wait. You’re probably immune to half the stuff that’d kill us.”

Charlie: “Right, so I should-”

Vaggie: “You’re not a good example of what happens when a non-demon princess person eats these, sweetie. If wanna test for uh, quality control, it shouldn’t be with you.”

Hotel Crew: “…..”

Vaggie: “….hand me a cupcake.”

Husk: (edges out of the splash zone)

Charlie: “You don’t have to do this.”

Angel Dust: “But you totally should! After I get my phone out though, hold on a sec-”

Vaggie: “I’m standing right in front of Radio Head over here so don’t even THINK about recording this.”

Alastor: “Aww my dear little angel-”

Charlie: “Alastor.” (calm smile) (horns out) “Her name is Vaggie.”

Alastor: “-Vaggie, yes, I would almost be willing to make an exception to my own morals for you.” (grins at angel dust) “Almost.”

Angel Dust: (lowering his phone) “I was jus’ takin’ a selfie. You know. Since I’m covered in sticky white shit anyway.”

Husk: “This fucking sucks.” (shakes his paws)

Vaggie: “No. THIS does.”

Vaggie: (bites cupcake)

Hotel Crew: “……………..”

Vaggie: “….hm.”

Hotel Crew: (STEPS BACK)

Vaggie: “It’s… well it’s kinda…”

Charlie: (cringing) “Break up worthy??”

Niffty: “PAINFUL?”

Vaggie: “It’s.. Fruity..?”

Hotel Crew: (stares at still moving cupcakes)

Angel Dust: “No. Fuckin’. Way.”

Husk: “Since the fuck WHEN did they have fruit in them?”

Angel Dust: “They didn’t! I swear I checked!”

Charlie: “Are they, um, edible?”

Vaggie: “Well I wouldn’t sign them up for a baking competition but I’m not dying either, so.”

Charlie: (excited) “So we did it? We all made actual cupcakes together?”

Vaggie: (smiling) “We did it. Mission cupcake completed.”

Charlie: “HAHA YUS!” (fist pump) “FRIENDSHIP POWERRRRRRR!!!!”

Alastor: “Now now now, no cupcake is fully complete without a lovely floral topper!”

Angel Dust: “Ain’t THAT the truth~”

Alastor: “Which I bought. Alone. Without any second opinion to rely on.”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Charlie: “And they’re so cute! Thank you Alastor- you picked wonderfully. Everyone, get decorating!”

Niffty: (drooping) “No stabbing?”

Vaggie: “You can poke ‘em each with a knife to check that they’re done.”

Niffty: “HEHEHEH.”

Vaggie: “Poke them with the knife ONCE Niffty- hey- NO- don’t leave it inside-”

Angel Dust: “That’s what-”

Husk: “Will be on your gravestone if she fucking hears you.”

Charlie: “Awww~ Now they’re adorable AND delicious!”

Husk: “Don’t.”

Angel Dust: “I didn’t say nothin’!”

Vaggie: “I actually kinda wish you’d go back to sex jokes instead of whatever you’re doing to that cupcake”

Angel Dust: “There’s more than one kind of oral performance in the world~”

Vaggie: “Say that and then look at what Niffty’s doing to her cupcake.”

Husk: “Unholy fucking shit!!”

Niffty: (GLEEFUL CACKLING)

Charlie: “Okay well, we clearly each have our own… unique ways of enjoying these cupcakes. Some more uh, graphic and concerning than others-”

Angel Dust: “Why the fuck are the insides RED like that?! Who put in red dye???”

Charlie: “-but the point is we all came together to make these sweets! Which. Taste like strawberries?”

Vaggie: “I didn’t buy strawberries.”

Charlie: “A-at least it and the redness go with the rose themed toppers!”

Angel Dust: “Yeah, I mean, is it weird that out of this whole maybe-living cupcake thing, the professional spun sugar parts are the ones with the funkiest taste to ‘em?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “Alastor. Where the fuck did you buy the rose themed cupcake toppers.”

Alastor: “Hmm? Does my private, SOLITARY shopping FINALLY interest you?”

Vaggie: “Where you literally on the other side of Pentagram City from me.”

Alastor: “I do believe that is what you requested, and I, being a proper gentleman even to someone who might be considered a less than proper lady, was only too happy to oblige!”

Charlie: “Vaggie are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale.”

Vaggie: “I’m.”

Vaggie: “Alastor did you get these rose themed toppers-"

Vaggie: "-in Cannibal Town?”

Angel Dust: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Alastor: “I did.”

Angel Dust: “FUCK!!!”

Husk: (hairball noise)

Charlie: “Oh no.”

Alastor: “Dear Rosie gave me quite the discount. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”

Charlie: “Oh. Nooooooooo-”

Alastor: “I think it utterly darling of her~”

Niffty: “Alastor, hey hey!”

Alastor: “Yes, murder of my eye?”

Niffty: “I stabbed my cupcake topper heheheh WHO did I just stab????”

Charlie: “NOOOOOO-”

Alastor: “I believe it was an unsatisfactory husband by the name of Bill.”

Niffty: (grinning) “A BAD boy?”

Alastor: “Not bad enough to escape Rosie’s Emporium intact but yes, in a manner of speaking.”

Niffty: “Oooh.”

Niffty: (snatches up another cupcake and hugs it) “For my collection.”

Charlie: “GAAAHM NOT HEARING THIS! I DIDN’T HEAR IT!”

Angel Dust: “GREAT CAN YA MAKE IT SO’S I DIDN’T EAT ANY OF IT EITHER!??!”

Alastor: “Not to your tastes, Angel Dust? And here I though you enjoyed have strange men in your mouth.”

Charlie: “DO WE KNOW HIS ADDRESS SO I CAN SEND AN APOLOGY LETTER???”

Alastor: “I suppose his business card might still be in the hand Rose tore off him-”

Charlie: “AAAAAGH!”

Vaggie: “Hostia. You really can’t not be the center of attention for five minutes can you.”

Alastor: “I can, truly I can and very happily! It seems however that YOU cannot withstand the consequences of your own, short-sighted actions.”

Charlie: “Um guys-”

Vaggie: “Oh yeah? You’re not the only monster here, dumbass.”

Charlie: “We’re getting a little off topic-”

Alastor: "But as I am the only one not mired in glorious self-pity, certainly I am the most impressive specimen here.”

Charlie: “Okay this is going a bit-”

Vaggie: “Impressive HA! Fuck your empty grin and your stupid suits. You’re not even the one with the highest body count.”

Angel Dust: “Are we talkin’ sex stuff orrr-?”

Vaggie: (takes topper off her cupcake and pops it in her mouth)

Hotel Crew: “………”

Vaggie: “What?”

Charlie: “Vaggie, um. Person.” (points) “Person food.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you know how murder crazy exorcist are. You really never thought we didn’t lick a little blood off our weapons now and then, to feel extra badass about slaughtering people sometimes?”

Charlie: (dazed) “I’m thinking about it now.” (covers cheeks)

Niffty: “BLOOD!”

Angel Dust: “Oh ew. Oh you're getting off on that- Oh that’s just-”

Charlie: “Part of her past, a thing EVERYONE has.”

Angel Dust: “BLEH.”

Husk: “Also step one to seeing her shitfaced.”

Charlie: “Ha haaa…” (claps hands) “Okay everyone- that’s a wrap on today’s bonding activities! I uh, I think we can save the clean up until we’ve all recovered from the actual cupcakes a bit, right Vaggie?”

Vaggie: (shrug) “Whatever.”

Husk: “About damn time.” (sighs) (walks out) “I’ll get the fucking vodka.”

Niffty: "HEE HEE." (carrying cupcake over her head) "TO THE COLLECTION!"

Angel Dust: “Hold up baby! I wanna get shitfaced too after this!”

Charlie: “Well I think it’s all very interesting! Angel stuff is interesting, isn’t it Alastor?”

Alastor: “Yes. Quite.”

Vaggie: “Uh-huh.” (slumps and drops cupcake) “Bill tastes boring as hell, by the way, maybe let Rosie know before she sells anymore of these.”

Charlie: “Oh? Maybe THAT’S why she gave such a steep discount?”

Alastor: “Perhaps.”

Charlie: “Awww cheer up Alastor. You can bring her some of our cupcakes as a thank you, now that we uh, we’ve um, had our fill of them already.”

Alastor: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: “Think I’ll head up now.”

Alastor: “While grabbing a drink along way, hmm?”

Vaggie: “Yeah. Why not.”

Charlie: “Vaggie-” (catches her hand) (squeezes) “-grab one for me, too? I’ll be right behind you.”

Vaggie: “…wine from the cellar then, huh?”

Charlie: “I’m having whatever you’re having.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you hate the shit I drink.” (small smile) “I’ll get us something from the cellar. Meet you up there.”

Charlie: “In a heartbeat.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “Alastor.”

Alastor: “Oh don’t scold me for her baggage, dear, I don’t make her carry it.”

Charlie: “I’m not scolding. I just- I get that you have this whole-” (air quotes) “-annoying big brother who hates being ignored thing going on with Vaggie, and while it IS kinda sweet-”

Alastor: (microphone feedback) “Excuse me?”

Charlie: “Could you turn it down a tiny bit when it comes the exorcist stuff?”

Alastor: “I do not-”

Charlie: “I know I know you don’t mean to make her all droopy like this, it’s boring for you, totally a killjoy-”

Alastor: “There is NOTHING enjoyable about that woman!”

Charlie: “-So maaaaaaybe back off a little when things get too serious?”

Alastor: “NO!”

Charlie: “Think about it okay?” (pats his shoulder) “Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the friendship cupcakes, see you at the next hotel bonding session, Dadastor!”

Alastor: “At the next-”

Alastor: “………”

Alastor: (hissing) “DADastor!?”

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

So a HC I have is of inexperienced/virgin Gale who is always so embarrassed and shy around the topic of sex become an absolute PEST once him and John finally start having sex with each other.

Like before they started sleeping with each other whenever Bucky or anyone else would say anything even remotely sexual he would blush profusely and get all quiet and would never respond when any of them asked him about his sexual experiences (or lack thereof).

And so it didn’t take a rocket scientist for John to figure out that Gale was lacking experience in that department and was one of the main reasons why he didn’t make a move on him for so long.

But when he finally does and Gale responds to it positively, he had NO IDEA just what he was unleashing in Gale, no idea what he was getting himself into. Little did he know, he had finally met his match in the sex pest department.

It’s like Gale has been so sexually deprived and repressed his whole life, bottling up his feelings and desires for so long, and now the floodgates have opened.

Bucky thought he had a high sex drive but Gale gives him a run for his money. He’s never been with someone who’s wanted it even more and more often than he has. He’s never been with someone who’s wanted HIM as badly as Gale does. He’s never felt so wanted or desired before.

Gale wants him ALL THE TIME, pouncing on him whenever they’re alone and dragging him into alleyways just so he can suck him off. That’s another thing that Bucky can hardly wrap his mind around- a lot of the time Gale doesn’t even care about getting off himself, he’s gagging and begging just to be able to get Bucky off and doing so, making Bucky moan and squirm and come, that does it for Gale more than anything else.

The first time they have sex, they go at it all night long and into the early morning. Bucky lost count how many rounds they went after he came for the fourth time. Gale is absolutely insatiable. He’s not shy or reserved or nervous or insecure at all, no inhibitions, so eager to please and excited and curious. He wants to know all about it, how it all works, wants to try every position, every act. And so they do, who is Bucky to deny that from him? After the first round, Bucky has barely recovered or gotten his breathing back under control when Gale is climbing back on top of him already, tugging at his sensitive spent cock, saying “Let’s do it again, can we do it again?”

And the MOUTH Gale Cleven has on him. John was no idea where it came from, he never expected it from him, had no idea he had it in him, but he’s definitely not complaining. He also has no idea what he did to deserve this perfect, beautiful boy who wants him so badly all the time and isn’t afraid to tell him so. “I fucking love your cock” Gale rasps once when he comes up for air while going to town on his dick, a line of spit connecting from his cock to Gale’s plump pink pretty lips as he does, then rubbing his chin and cheeks all over his dick while looking up at him through his long lashes. Bucky thought he died right then and there.

“I wanna suck your cock so bad right now” Gale whispers in his ear while running his hand up his inner thigh near his groin and zipper when they are sitting at the bar in the officer’s lounge with their friends all around them. Bucky spits out the beer he was taking of drink of and spills half of it all over his pants. “Godddamit doll you’re gonna kill me” he breathes under his breath just loud enough for only Gale to hear. He can’t look at Gale for several minutes afterwards or he couldn’t be able to control what he did right there in front of everyone, but when he finally does, Gale is looking right back at him with a devilish smirk on his face.

The first time Gale says, “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Fuck me so hard and deep that I can’t walk straight tomorrow, John” Bucky was pretty sure he blacked out for a second and came without his dick even being touched yet.

Whenever Bucky has his cock balls deep inside Gale, Gale babbles the dirtiest filthiest things Bucky has ever heard. “Want you so deep inside me, want you to paint my insides with your come” “Want you to come inside me, John, fill me up to my throat with your big cock. Mark up my insides, make me yours” “I fucking love having your cock inside me, so big, feel so full of you.” “I fucking love it when you fuck my tight hole with your big cock. Stretch me so wide open. Your cock was made to fuck me. So perfect, so good, John.”

When he gets on his knees for him: “Fuck my throat, John, make me gag on your dick.”

At a random moment during the day Gale pulls him aside just to say before walking away: “I fucking LOVE sucking your cock. Wanna do it all day everyday.”

Leaning over to whisper in his ear while they’re sitting together during a fucking mission briefing: “Hate not being able to touch your cock every minute of the day. Wish I could have my hand on it and play with it 24/7”

And so on and so on, and John thought HE was the master of dirty talk. And as much as John liked to think of himself as witty and quick on his feet with a comeback especially in sexual contexts, because it was *Gale* saying these things to him, he was just dumbstruck with his mouth hanging open like an idiot most of the time, only able to put. Shane over his face and groan and say something like “You’re gonna be the death of me, Gale Cleven” or “You drive me fucking insane, you’re making me crazy, doll.” And it never gets easier for John, he lives in a constant state of horniness trying not to pop a boner in public at all hours of the day, always worried that even though they are having insane amounts of sex multiple times a day that he’s still going to come far too soon and not be able to get it up again soon enough for Gale’s appetite. In just blowjobs alone, he’s receiving head at a rate that would kill a weaker man. Idk if there was some form of Viagra in the 40s in the middle of WWII in Europe but if there was, he was doing everything he could to get ahold of some.

(Okay so sorry this got away from me)

No apologies necessary 🥰 This was a 10/10 to read first thing in the morning!

You are so right though, Gale would be a certified menace once he was comfortable! Like, no notes 🙌

Could you imagine the trouble they would get into if John found the 40’s version of viagra??? They would never get their jobs done again 🤣

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt 5

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Teen

Prompt: From @dahvampire. Shigaraki is trying to play a new game when Dabi comes in and tries to annoy him, but he gets sucked in and Tomura tries to teach him how to play.

Contents: Mentioned gun violence against a child (in a video game)

The nice thing about both he and Dabi being incredibly independent is that the two of them have no qualms about not spending every moment of every day together, even when they don’t have work, treatments, or other obligations forcing them together or apart. They know when and how to seek each other out for quality time, and they know when they should leave the other alone and entertain themselves. Tomura thought that this would be an ‘entertain themselves’ kind of day when he came back to check on Dabi in the morning after his insomnia forced him from bed early, only to find that his firefly had already gotten up too, and that his workout clothes were missing. He hadn’t reappeared around breakfast, and Tomura figured that meant he wanted time alone. This was fine by him, because as much as he loves his firefly, they don’t actually have many hobbies in common that are completely outside of sex or work. Dabi reads a lot, always worrying that someone is going to notice that he has gaps in his education, and focusing on researching heroes. Tomura has done his fair share of studying and doesn’t return to that for fun, he goes to games. Especially now that he can have any system and play however he wants without his teacher or Kurogiri breathing down his neck. 

He’s about an hour into playing the new RPG has been causing a lot of buzz when Dabi comes back into their room. He must have showered downstairs because his hair is wet and he smells like his soap and shampoo instead of smoke. 

“Hey, firefly.” He expects his lover to get his book or phone and plop down on the couch beside him, but instead Dabi moves to stand directly in front of the TV. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Playing a game.” He says, immediately picking up on his lover’s attitude. Someone must have pissed him off, or he had a nightmare that Tomura wasn’t there to help with. Either way, he knows that Dabi is always angling more for a fight when things like this happen. “Come here, firefly.” 

And the fact he’s willing to put down his game and give him the attention that he clearly wants is enough to make Dabi not want it anymore. He wants to start something, not be comforted or doted on, but Tomura is good about not getting into fights with Dabi when his mood is fluctuating like this. Besides, those fights aren’t even real. There’s no genuine animosity in them, it’s just Dabi looking to get them both riled up so they can have rough sex and the even softer aftercare when they’re finished which soothes the frustration and hurt feelings that made him lash out in the first place. Dabi still struggles to just ask for the things he wants, but Tomura will give them all to him anyway. 

Dabi huffs and flops down on the other end of their couch, out of his reach, and pulls out his phone. “No. I’m still sore.” No he’s not. If he were, then he wouldn’t have gone to work out this morning, but Tomura lets him lie and pout. “I’m going to order curry for lunch.” 

“Okay.” He doesn’t hate spicy food, but it’s not his favorite and Dabi always orders the spiciest curry that he can find. He’s not going to argue with him over lunch either, and he resumes his game. Dabi will either make himself enough of a pest that Tomura actually has to punish him for his behavior, he’ll burn himself out, or he’ll actually ask for the comfort and attention that he clearly wants and he can dote on him for the rest of the day. But until he decides how he wants to go about this, he’s going to enjoy his game. 

Or he’s going to try to. Dabi sticks his feet right into his lap, making him misclick and lose his boss fight. “Oops.” 

“It’s fine, baby.” Tomura says, shifting his hand to gently squeeze his ankle as the screen reloads. “I just hit a checkpoint.” 

That only serves to make Dabi more obnoxious, of course. He starts playing news clips at full volume on his phone, shifting around on the couch, dragging his tongue stud over the staples on the inside of his cheeks to create a grating tinkling sound. He doesn’t pay him any attention. He keeps playing his game, getting up to the top floor and killing the villain who is holding the kid hostage. Dabi tries to distract him while he’s in the middle of the fight, but he doesn’t lose, getting past the boss, picking up his weapon, and going to find the little girl. 

She comes out from underneath a table, excited to see a hero in person for the first time, and the character on the screen gets the order to kill her. Tomura has heard that the ‘villain’ track is much shorter and clearly the path that the developers weren’t that invested in creating, so he takes the order that the mock-hero agency gives and shoots the girl dead, though the game carefully cuts around the violence. 

“What the fuck was that?” Dabi sounds genuinely curious now, sitting up from the couch a bit. 

“What?”

“I thought you were a hero? Heroes don’t kill kids.” 

“Not as far as the public is aware.” Tomura says. 

“In games and shit.” Dabi counters. 

“This is an American game. It’s inspired by a comic series and some cases about forty years ago where they found out that heroes who weren’t getting paid the ‘correct’ amount to save hostages would bump off or leave behind the ‘extras’.” The level finishes with a cut scene that shows that the PC was commended for his work, that people were sad he couldn’t get to the girl in time, but his public approval rating went up in the aftermath of the event. 

The scene after that opens on the hub of the agency, and Tomura is able to put his points into his skill tree and pick his quirk: Fire, Ice, Mind Control, Super Strength, Super Speed, or Flying. Dabi is still watching over his shoulder so he asks.

“What quirk do you think would be good, firefly?” 

“Wait, you didn’t already have a quirk? I thought it was like Snipe. Why did you have all those guns then?” 

“It’s an American game, baby.” 

Dabi rolls his eyes, but then says, “If you’re gonna be using people like pawns, you might as well go the whole way and take Mind Control.” 

Tomura selects it, and then is dropped back into the gameplay, getting to see the different objectives and paths forward in the game. There are a lot of people to talk to within his agency, and he starts to move around the building and have different conversations with people. 

“Wait, you can decide what to say?” 

“Yeah,” he always got the sense that Dabi didn’t have any games growing up as a kid, even seeming confused when he and the others play simple racing or party games together when they’re spending time as a group, but he doesn’t mind explaining. If this can be a distraction from whatever is bothering his lover, then he’s happy to share it with him. “Come here.” 

Dabi doesn’t protest this time, though he does tense a little when Tomura pulls him in close to his side and gives over the controller to him. “This is a role-playing game–”

“Oh you’re one of those players, I should have guessed.” 

He nips Dabi’s cheek right above his staples in retaliation, but continues to show him where to rest his fingers. “I think there are romanceable non-player characters, but it’s not that kind of role-playing. It just means that you get to build your character and decide how they live in this world. Everyone who plays this game will have a character who is going to be a little different from another person’s. You get to talk to the other characters and that will change how they treat you in the future. RPGs are supposed to feel like you’re living through the experience of the game.” 

“So you want to be a corrupted hero?” 

“Know your enemy.” He wants to play this because it’s being banned in Japan, he wants to play it because it was banned on and off in America too. He wants to know if he should be having Skeptic online leaking and reposting free copies of it so that more people play it and find out what is so important about it. Media is one of the best places to strike at people’s beliefs. A game that focuses on the way that heroes have corrupted and broken this society could help them a lot. And he likes to play games. It’s a win-win. 

As he shows Dabi how to navigate to their next objective, going to see a psychologist so he can be cleared for active duty again, and he hears Dabi mumble, “There’s no way that he wouldn’t be having nightmares after shooting a kid,” and selects the dialogue option that shows a flicker of remorse from their character, he knows that this may be a win on this front as well. He’ll take over for him during the fight scenes, but if this helps Dabi work through, or distract him from whatever was upsetting him earlier until he’s ready to talk, then Tomura will take this as an even bigger win.  

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[l1tw1ck]

Anything for You

Leviathan's obsessed and desperate for your love

Bottom!FTM!Yandere Levi x Top!Masc!Yandere Reader

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Phone Sex, Manipulation, Mention of Murder, Blood, Nipple Play, Creampie

↳ W.C 1,204

Leviathan is completely and utterly obsessed with you. Every morning, evening, night, his thoughts are full of you.

Thoughts of you smiling, holding his hand, talking to him, holding him, kissing him, fingering him, going down on him, fucking him, marking him with your teeth or even a knife, the list goes on. He hasn't gotten to the last four yet but he prays it'll happen soon. He loves you so much he'll do anything for you. Anything.

Levi lies down on the side of his bed, calling you while you're visiting the Human World. His hand is down his pants, fingers working his wet pussy to the sound of your voice. "I love you…" He says in almost a whisper, embarrassed to admit it despite the fact that you're dating.

"Yeah? How much?" You ask in a low voice.

"M- more than TSL." He responds.

"More than your brothers?" You press on.

"Yeah.." He muffles a moan from your current tone.

"Would you kill one of them for me if I asked, Levi?" You question.

Levi freezes. "Wh- what?"

"If you love me more than them, you shouldn't have a problem, right? I'd kill anyone for you, Leviathan."

"Ri- right…I would…I would kill anyone for you too." He's never killed before but he loves you so much that he'll do it on your command.

You let out a satisfied hum. "Good boy, do you know how happy that makes me?" You smile on the other side of the phone. Levi lets out a loud moan from the praise. "Are you touching yourself, Levi? You sound amazing when you moan for me." You chuckle at the embarrassed but pleased sound he makes. You pull your shorts down and masturbate along with him.

"I- I would do anything f- for you, [Name]." Levi whispers into the speaker.

"I know, baby, you're too good to me. I wish I were there." You sigh, forced to imagine how he looks masturbating. "How many fingers are you using?"

"Tw- two.." Levi responds.

"Can you add two more for me, baby? Imagine they're mine."

"Ah- okay…" Levi pushes a third finger inside before forcing a fourth through, stretching him ever so nicely but not as nicely as your fingers could. And it couldn't compare at all to your cock, he hasn't gotten his virginity taken yet but with how slender his digits are he knows they're nothing compared to it. "I did it- ah~"

"Good job, baby, you're doing so good." You praise him, breathing heavily thanks to the hand on your cock and his cute noises.

"[Name]~" He whimpers, sliding his fingers in and out his pussy. "Wan- want your cock~"

You groan. “I need your pussy, Levi, need to fuck you, baby.”

Levi moans your name over and over as he reaches his peak. "Please- please- please-" He repeats, sloppily pleading for something he already deserves. His begging is like music to your ears. Levi lets out another loud moan as he comes, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high.

"Such a good boy.." You murmur. "So perfect for me. I’ll be back by tomorrow.”

Levi hears a knock outside his door and immediately opens it, jumping into your arms with a grin on his face.

“Missed me?” You chuckle, closing the door behind you.

He nods. “What were you doing there?”

“Oh, you know, eliminating some…problems.” You grin. “Just a few, now dead, fools who thought they had a chance with you.” You weren't really in the human world, you were still here and exterminating a few useless pests.

Before he can process your words you bring him into a messy kiss, melting his thoughts away. You bring him to his bed and drop him down onto it. He watches you strip down to nothing while he mindlessly does the same, staring holes into your perfect body.

You climb onto the bed and spread his legs, grinning at how wet he is for you. You kiss his little dick and pull away, taking your cock and slowly sliding it inside him. Leviathan squirms around, feeling pain in the best way possible.

You lean into his neck and bite him, marking him as yours. Levi lets out a loud moan, planning to keep his neck uncovered and show it off later.

“You’re mine.” You kiss his cheek before moving to his lips, bringing him into a short but romantic kiss while slowly thrusting in and out of him.

“I'm yours..” He breathes out, cheeks red. “I belong to you, [Name].”

“That’s right.” You pick up the pace, fucking into him roughly. “Good boy.”

Levi throws his head back, moaning in pleasure. He cries out your name, not caring for whoever hears.

“I feel so connected to you–” You groan. “You feel so good, Levi.”

His cheeks burn, turning an even darker shade of red. You bring him into a deep, sensual kiss, running your hands through his hair with your hand on his waist. Levi squeezes your length tightly, about to come. He wraps his legs around your body and moans into your mouth, arching his back as he orgasms.

You pull away and look at his gorgeous expression. “You’re so pretty..” You whisper and move your hands to his chest, pulling on his nipples as you fuck him, further stimulating his sensitive body.

“So- so good, [Name], you mm~ make me feel so good~” He sobs happily, cheeks flushed. “I lov- love you~”

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow getting harder inside him.

“I love you~!” He exclaims.

“How much, Levi? How much?”

“Mo- more than any- anything-” He replies. “I- I’d kill for- for you, [Name].”

You groan in pleasure, coming inside him. “Fuck…I love you too.”

You hold onto his waist and flip yourself onto your back, Levi on top of you. “Can you ride me, baby?” You ask, still hard.

Leviathan nods and grips your shoulders, moving up and then slamming down. “Ah~!” He gasps at the feeling, your cock hitting the perfect spot. He repeats that over and over, creating a rhythm bouncing on your cock.

You watch in awe at how beautiful he is. “So good for me.” You mutter, running your hands along his thighs.

Levi moans your name, pulling on his nipples and twisting them. He rolls his eyes back, getting close to an orgasm. “Fuck–” He whimpers. “‘M gonna come- [Name]~”

“Come on my cock, baby.” You encourage him.

As if on cue, Leviathan arches his back and comes. He grinds down on your length, too weak to keep bouncing but he wants to make you come.

“So cute..” You chuckle, bucking your hips up into his overstimulated pussy. “I’m close, sweetheart, just a little more.”

Levi moans, holding onto you as you fuck him. It doesn't take any longer for you to come inside him again, making him feel sticky yet euphoric.

Levi looks down at his shaking and bloody hands, a dead body just out of his field of vision.

“I love you, Levi.” You bring him into a kiss, ignoring the corpse and the blood on your bodies.

He melts into the kiss, tears falling down his cheeks. That was his first kill.

Like he said, he’ll do anything for you. Anything.

[possiblyunhinged]

So the only industry I ever 'worked' in was the music industry, and it made me very sick when I realised working in the music industry was basically babysitting sex pests and turning a blind eye, lol. Don't get me wrong, I know many people are trying to change that - but sometimes it feels like those voices just exist in an echo chamber whilst the status quo is maintained.

I wish I could write about these things eloquently, but frankly, I wanted to work in music as soon as I figured out that was a thing you could do. So naturally, I just feel an immobilising level of sadness when I think about it.

Getting to uni and digging into a local music scene felt what I can only imagine all your dreams coming true like - despite how much I was struggling with agoraphobia and depression, I somehow felt like the luckiest person alive. My life completely revolved around gigs, all in a town where venues were a walking distance from one another.

However, it became clear that women in that scene were in and out quickly. Women who worked as promoters would soon make a ghostly exit. I didn't even realise that I was shapeshifting my personality to a pick-me formation just so I could dodge the sexual advances and plant myself firmly as an asexual entity.

"One of the boys" would often be muttered to me by girlfriends who explained that they hated me for a distance until they met me and essentially realised what a blubbering, unsexy idiot I was. Naturally, I'd stand there like a cactus and pretend I hadn't witnessed their boyfriend's misdemeanours. Because I am a coward, I was desperate not to be seen as a 'dramatic woman'.

This naturally didn't stop me from getting sexually assaulted by a man who people had pinned down as a hearty, kind man. He wasn't the type to sexually assault people, despite the fact multiple women I made friends with would come to tell me of a story they had to me - waking up with him having sex with them, dragging them down the stairs so they could have sex with somebody else, ghosting and yada yada yada.

I guess those stories didn't stick out that much to these men because they'd all convinced themselves their behaviour towards women was very normal because they weren't like other guys - their hair was soft, they had moustaches and exposed ankles.

Honestly, once I started to come down from disbelief, my life appeared to be working out, and I realised I was just a coke fiend with transactional friendships with other people desperate to feel less alone; I realised I was basically in a creche for sex pests.

It was probably the biggest catalyst for me to find out I was autistic. Once my brain started processing what was actually happening, I felt like I was in a housefire. Everybody was choosing just to focus on the television instead of getting out.

There was injustice everywhere. The venues I once loved felt unfriendly. The bands I listened to sounded vapid. The sound of seagulls and the sea breeze made me feel lonely. The behaviour I was perceiving seemed grossly inconsiderate. No amount of alcohol or delusion could regain my rose-tinted glasses.

And without wanting to sound like a whiny little bitch, my 'dreams' were decimated by a group of men who couldn't even spell necessary and who had a legion of men and women alike who were STILL willing to turn a blind eye.

I won't pretend I know why because I don't. It took me two years to disappear; frankly, it felt like a year too late.

It became pretty clear to me that you either shut the fuck up about it or get out... Or, in my case, have a menty b (hehe), go back home and lose your shit on social media before deleting everything.

[desudog-gone]

I wish I could say, "I can't even spend a pride happy, can I?" But to do that, would to be lacking in acknowledging that pride is a riot for an ongoing issue, an issue that, much like iron crosses in the punk scene, our very own enemy has worked their way into ranks, and threatens to undo us entirely, because as it turns out, it's easier to fall back into hatred, than to walk forward in love.

It's just sickening to me how like, even within the people I meet offline, it feels like 60-70% of feminists and queer people don't just want the boot off their chest. They want THEIR boot on someone's chest. They dont want the oppressor out of power, they want to have his favor. They want their own ironed uniform, shined boots, lint-less authority cap.

People who come from families of oppressors who cannot imagine a happy world that doesn't denote a lesser sex, a lesser race, a lesser class, someone to work to the bone and put to death, someone to wave their pitchforks at.

Genuinely so many people who's perfect world is one of goverment overseen genocide, eugenics, people who speak of controlled, mass death as "cleansings". The person who is treated poorly and reacts with daydreams of "revenge" a revenge that will be carried out as a new regime. "I don't deserve to be raped... but some people do. I don't deserve to be put to death, but some people do. I don't deserve conversion, but some people do. I don't deserve to be treated so terrible, but someone must be. If someone isn't treated terrible, than how can I be at the top with my oppressor? To rise up is to pull someone down!"

It's why "who is and who isn't LGBT" discourse shows up EVERY YEAR. It's why "exclusionist" labels grow stronger every day. Why "trans men are seperate from cis men because they know ~female pains~" is such a common take. It's why "your queerness makes my queerness look bad!" Is so heavy the slightest bit of diversion from the norm even among queers is so intense and often.

Why can't you imagine a world without hate? Why is your utopia one of PUNISHMENT? Methinks you're probably suffocatingly unable to unlearn the white supremacy you were raised with. You were taught that to be the oppressor was to be thriving. But more than that, you were taught that being uncomfortable with unusual people meant they were wrong, and that if you can't understand someone's identity or experiences, than they are a danger.

There's a reason you eat up the very rhetoric that seeks to bury you, not leaving enough time between each place to wipe your mouth. Every year, trans women are sex pests to you, just with different reasoning. Every year, trans men are sexless butches, just with different reasons. Every year, lack of conformity in identity must be an attack, you've just found unconformance that doesn't apply to you now. Every year, someone makes you look bad to people who already want you dead, and you blame your own siblings for it instead. Every year, your craving for exclusionism and a unified "one experience" splits the community further and further.

Every year, you choose to show me that your perfect world is already alive, you just don't like the role you were stuck with. You teach me that if your pleas are answered, you would not advocate for us you left behind. Not only that, but you would join the attack and not think twice. There are people who may read this and still not understand this post is about them. The punishment hungry, the neverwrong, reaching out for a lack of communication, seeking to tell me "I don't understand you, we don't understand you, why won't you die? Don't make me kill you."

I wish I could say it's an exaggeration. But many of the people who say "just go offline" lack the realization, saying that from their own computer, just how many people outside of the internet as well, lack a truely queer mindset. The majority of the people I meet belive in the inherent morality of sex, that you are born as good or evil based on the genitals you grow. The majority of the people I meet treat even they/them pronouns with a reluctant smile, and requests to use them are met with passive aggressive treatment. The majority of the people I meet believe a trans person who does not perfectly emulate the standard of their gender is an embarrassment and "poor example." The majority of the even online queer community, finds me too queer and to be corrected by being beaten into line. The majority of the supposed allies are all to happy to hate me for my queerness.

Not everyone lives in queer heavy places, and still than, many of these queer people are not queer of mind at all, and are all to happy to be a straight homosexual. Never queer never gay, never a friend to the faggot or dyke or transsexual. "One of the good ones." An ally for now and a predator later. All too happy to play in on games of the transsexual predator and the homosexual molester.

Every year, a different queer identity is a threat to "the kids". You just can't let it die.

No herd without a scapegoat no service without a sacrifice

Why is a world without oppression a world incomplete

[ninawolv3rina]

I know Javier (the crab guy) is technically for a futuristic/sci-fi thing but I was wondering if you've ever thought about repurposing him into a setting like Duffy's, or Look Into Her Many Eyes.

Also, a broader version of that question is, how do you know when a character isn't meshing well into a story/setting and whether you should scrap them entirely or find another way to repurpose them?

What helps you determine if a character is necessary or can be replaced by someone or something else? Especially if you're attached to the character and/or something the character does in a scene or in the story.

These are REALLY good questions!

RE: Javi. I have TOTALLY considered dropping him into Duffy’s world. I think the biggest clash would be that he and Duffy are very similar characters and her universe might not have the room for two egos if that magnitude. That said, if I ever think of a brief enough plot for them, I’ve thought about how that would go. Look Into Her Many Eyes is gonna be far too low tech and contained for someone like him tho lol.

Character meshing: There’s a lot of factors for this. The biggest time it ever happened to me was with Harriet - in draft one, Harriet was a man. Her character really wasn’t working out for me, because i felt like he was repeating a lot of the same themes found in Marlowe and Arvin. I had to take a step back and think about exactly what you’re asking - what’s not working here? Is it something I can change? Would it be better to remove it entirely?

For Harriet, the answer was No, I can’t take her out. To divvy her lines to Marlowe and Arvin would completely change their relationships with Quincy, and to remove her entirely would be to remove a neccesary part of the narrative - that not everyone is willing to open themselves to change, not everyone CAN be redeemed. So, i needed to change it. But how? What wasn’t working? I think i had two options - change his personality, or change something else. And idk when exactly it hit me, but i realized the tone of Quincy and Harriet’s relationship would change DRASTICALLY if Harriet was a woman. Like, the tension became less predatory (Male!Harriet came off like a sex pest in some scenes), and there was a sense of wry amusement and mutual respect that hadn’t been there before. Also, her relationship with marlowe became less brotherly and suddenly I had a whole new relationship - Marlowe and Harriet have a mother/son bond without me changing almost anything other than the pronouns in those scenes.

Idk if that answered the question. I wasn’t particularly attached to Harriet as a character, more to what she accomplished in the story.

There ARE characters I’ve been attached to that don’t work perfectly. Usually I can just feel that they don’t work before I even get past drafting. Eyes, for instance - I Knew I had to have a priest character for the story to work, but every version of a priest i tried to slot in mentally just didn’t work. that happens a lot - it’s never the character that’s the problem, it’s the Way That They Are. I more often find a hole where i need a new character to move things forward than i find one just taking up space that needs removed. Idk why that is, maybe I’m more efficient than i give myself credit for. I get pretty brutal about what I feel does/doesn’t work before I even start writing (see: my post on headcanons where i talk about axing Quinlowe as a concept)

Anyways! sorry for the ramble and thank you for the question!

[sockeye-run]

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️:

Religion, sexual assault, abuse, grooming, gaslighting, manipulation

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My husband is just now learning that his brother's church, for which his brother is a leader and minister, is continuing to allow a convicted sex offender to work for them and be an important part of their community as a leader.

If you've heard of Chi Alpha, then you may already know that in 2012 Daniel Savala was charged with ten counts of sexual assault and charged with one. Despite this, the church continues to support and protect this monster. My brother in law began working with victims and protesting this creep years ago, but his elders have been ignoring him or telling him it's not that bad, mind your own business, etc. My brother in law is at a breaking point because he has dedicated his whole life to this ministry, including moving his wife and five kids to the Czech Republic for years to evangelize for them, and he's being treated like an annoying pest at best, and a traitor at worst. He's facing losing everything soon if he doesn't back down, but he can't allow himself to let it go; he's actually a good person. My husband is having long time friends coming out against Savala now and what he's done to them, and my husband is understandably losing his shit about it all, and trying to connect with as many people as possible right now to see how he can help.

My husband's mother was also a victim of a religious group's care; when she was a teen, her abusive mother sent her to a boarding facility in Louisiana (where they're from) for 'unruly girls'. It was abuse and slave labor, from which she literally ran away in the dead of night with a friend, chased in the dark through the woods by men with dogs. She has only in the past few years come to realize all the trauma she has experienced and has begun her own healing and reconnecting journey. I can't remember the name of the group currently, but they also have a class action suit against them currently, from which they will likely slip by with a slap on the wrist, while their victims are left to pick up the pieces of their lives.

It's so fucking painful and enraging to see these government protected, powerful groups lead by manipulative monsters posing as moral humans regularly destroying innocent people. They just keep getting away with ruining lives, and I feel so helpless against it. I'm supporting my husband and family the best I know how, but I feel powerless. I wish there was something significant I could do.

[lesfir]

"pests"

Who yell “abuse” and “Tav\DU a victim” and “that's the way it should be, that's the narrative” are the only pests from the beginning.

By their logic phrases like “I want to see the world, with you at my side” and “no one dares touch us, my love” are written by pests for pests.

The state of affairs is such that if they like playing a torture angst tragedy where everyone suffers for I don't know why, then there are as many as 4 lines for them versus 18 positive ones.

People like to have fun in the game with the only evil male character in this game on the path of evil.

I loved the angst, but here the “suffering character who is trapped of the evil abuser Astarion and wanting freedom” is tired cheapness. The man was dangerous from the start. Speaking of abusive relationships - a term from reality and applicable to real relationships, fixing, curing, heal Astarion - abusively “healing” someone with the power of goodness and love with your ideals, especially when sunshine and tormenting hunger are at stake. And is deadly. No one cares. Just like the arrogant Lord Astarion who doesn't hold back, with his “yes, my treasure” shouldn't care. If you do, it's not for you, don't come to Taco Bell and tell me how much better the burger tastes and tacos scare you. “Two in love, on the path of decadence together forever” - as you can see the narrative works fine with this.

That face was even Dark Urge's “killing together brings you closer” fella. After a night of Astarion biting and making “wild sex” as the script says. The choking that the player chooses and Tav enjoys That face was nonsense as soon as it appeared and will be until the end of time.

An anti-AA account posted a comment akin to "I'm tired of the fandom being taken over by sex pests who are obsessed with abusive relationships" in response to the AA kisses being optimized for evil route roleplayers. They were implying that we "bullied" Larian into "changing the narrative they created". (which is a whole other rant post on its own lol). And some others agreed.

Is... is this really how they see us? lmao

I am just baffled because so many loud Anti-AA people are:

constantly going on and on about how it's supposed to be an abusive relationship

constantly reminding AA fans of all the abuse AA supposedly does

writing fanfiction and drawing comics showcasing AA as an abusive partner to Tav/Durge

making absolute statements that AA is locked out of healing and only able to treat Tav abusively

making absolute statements that everything good AA says is narcissistic lovebombing and only everything bad he says (after Tav insults him) is to be taken as truth

only ascending him to get AA romance scene screenshots (with an "I hate AA but..." disclaimer usually attached).

thirsting after AA's romance scenes in general while condemning actually playing/enjoying the ending as a whole because... *drum roll* abuse.

brigading Larian on their Discord with messages to "protect their narrative" to drown out AA fans just asking for rp-friendly animations.

AND YET....AA fans--who actively avoid and reject the abuse narrative headcanon and enjoy AA as a whole and not just for the sexiness--are apparently the sex pests, obsessed with abusive relationships. Out of all the AA stories, comics, and things I've consumed from AA fans, none of it ever seems to include the abuse narrative or glorifing him solely for sexual reasons.

Huh...

[vennilavee]

LOVE TALK

pairing: bartender sukuna x reader (modern au)

summary: your love language doesn't quite align with sukuna's love language.

warnings: feelings of insecurity, smut (choking, spitting, some dirty talk, penetrative sex, kissing); this is an 18+ story

word count: 5.9k

a/n: written for mz kentobean and from the valentines day prompts i reblogged a while back. enjoy! idr who was on my tag list from before so i tagged a few people from memory

Most people, including Sukuna himself, would not expect a sensitive, genuinely nice girl to be with a gruff, rough-around-the-edges kind of guy like him. You are clear opposites in many aspects, and most times, it doesn’t get to Sukuna. He knows you’re brave, you challenge anything that isn’t right, behind your bright smile is a sleeping lion.

You challenge him everyday, forcing him to think outside of what has always been normal for him. Not to mention how sharp your tongue is.

Just because you love him doesn’t mean you’re easy on him.

Your relationship with Sukuna isn’t new, but you’re still navigating what it means for you both. Sometimes you think you understand him, you think you’ve got a handle on the inner workings of Ryomen Sukuna. And then other times, you think his stony, cold gaze might be the end of you even if it’s hardly ever directed at you. Sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking and you find seeds of insecurity burying itself in your heart.

You can’t help it. Sukuna comes to you late after long nights at work without saying much to you, only wanting to hold you close in bed as you watch your show together on the tiny television in your bedroom. You’d run a hand through his hair and look at him with sleepy eyes and ask about his day. Sukuna wouldn’t reply, only telling you to be quiet because he was exhausted.

But not too exhausted to kiss you and bury himself in your warmth.

He’d promised you that he would buy you a bigger tv someday, when he didn’t have to work nearly eighty hour work weeks and had more time (and money).

In your heart, you know that he believes in your relationship. Sukuna is not a man who does anything half-heartedly. You were the woman who caught his eye when you had scolded one of his bartenders in his bar for watering down your drink. He was smitten from then, whether he had known it or not. (He’d been in denial over you for a long time, trying to convince himself that you were just an annoying pest with nothing but a desire to get under his skin. What was a sweet thing like you doing at a bar called Kings and Curses anyway?)

You know Sukuna loves you- he keeps a photo of you in his wallet, everything he does is with you and your future together in mind, he always holds you close and is very protective of you wherever you are. You’ve already met his little brother Yuuji and his friends. He’s incredibly thoughtful as well, the minute you text him telling him you’re not feeling well, he brings your favorite foods and your favorite wine. He’s perceptive of you and Sukuna always has a hand on you, your arm, your lower back, your thigh. He’s always touching you and you didn’t care about being touched this much until you met him.

You didn’t realize how touch starved you were until you met him. You know he loves you but sometimes you’d like to hear it, too. You don’t want anything sappy or overdone, you just want him to be open with you.

Truthfully, you don’t mind most days that you talk but you don’t talk to him. But lately, he’s physically with you but not with you. Even if he doesn’t say it to you that often, you know he loves you.

But it feels like you’ve been trying to convince yourself of it more often than not.

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“Hey,” you say tentatively, “How was your day?”

“Same shit, different day,” Sukuna shrugs, “Whatever.”

“Nothing interesting happened?” you ask, rubbing his chest comfortingly. You kiss the underside of his jaw, and then his lips in greeting. He likes seeing you like this, a little sleepy and comfortable in your pajamas with a glow to your skin. But he’s starting to get irritated from all of the long hours and late nights working.

He wants to see you when it’s not just time for bed.

His brows are furrowed in annoyance and his jaw is clenched. Something has made him angry and you don’t know what.

“Nothing interesting ever happens,” Sukuna shrugs. You can feel him slipping through your fingers.

“Are you hungry?” you ask in a small voice, “I made-”

“No, I’m not fucking hungry. Just so fucking tired of this shit-”

“Of what-” you ask but he continues to cut you off.

“All of this shit. God, I just want to sleep,” he groans.

“Okay, but aren’t you hungry? It’s nearly midnight, I’m sure you haven’t eaten much,” you reply, turning on your heel to head for the fridge, “Why don’t you go shower and food’ll be ready?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m going to bed. You coming?” Sukuna replies rather dismissively. You raise an eyebrow.

“Excuse me? Do not dismiss me like that-” you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “I know you had a long day, but don’t take that shit out on me, baby.”

He raises an annoyed eyebrow. “Why are you fighting me right now?”

Your temper begins to flare when nonchalance coats his voice, but you take a few seconds before responding. “I feel like you’ve been incredibly dismissive of me for the last few weeks. I’ve barely had a real conversation with you-”

“I’ve been fucking tired-”

“Tired? Really? You somehow aren’t tired enough to hang out with Toji every fucking week-”

“Seriously? Are you jealous of Toji?” Sukuna asks, condescension dripping on his tongue. It absolutely incenses you.

“You’re being a dick, you’re not understanding what I’m trying to say.”

“So then explain. Are you trying to say we don’t hang out? I come home to you every night-”

“Am I supposed to be grateful that you decide to grace me with your presence from the hours of 12 AM to fucking 8 AM? And that you’ve chosen me to fuck? You don’t even talk to me anymore. You just fuck me and go to bed. Whatever, Sukuna.”

You turn to head into the bedroom as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Sukuna tries to reach for you to maybe give you a kiss, but you’re too upset to accept his touch.

“Baby…” he trails off, unsure of what to do. You shrug and disappear into your bedroom, eager to bury yourself under the comforters and cry. Sukuna doesn’t recall the last time you had both fought to this degree, much less gone to bed upset, hurt, and angry.

But now that it’s in his face, you’re right. Like always. Sukuna doesn’t remember the last time he held an actual conversation with you and he recognizes the signs of you wanting his attention.

And him brushing you off in return.

You feel the bed dip next to you and resist the desire to wrap yourself around his warmth. It chokes you, a sudden wave of sadness washing over you and pushing a sob out of your chest and into the silence of the night.

“We’re not going to bed like this,” Sukuna murmurs, reaching for your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” you say stubbornly but still relax in his embrace. You press your teary cheeks into his chest and he rubs your back before wiping your eyes.

“Oh, now you don’t want to talk?” Sukuna says, trying to get a smile out of you but instead, it just infuriates you further.

“Are you fucking serious?” you fume, and pull away from him. You turn on your side, facing away from him. Sukuna stares at your back.

“Don’t be like this, baby,” he tries again.

“Don’t be like what exactly?” you scoff, “Whatever. We can talk when you decide you want to talk, not when you feel like you have to.”

And that’s that.

You absolutely hate going to bed upset with Sukuna, not that it’s happened many times before. Not to this degree at least. Maybe you should have listened to him and talked it out instead.

No. He doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna tries to get you to talk to him and much to his chagrin, you don’t respond well to his attempts. You don’t feel much like talking and you tell him as much. Your feelings are hurt and you feel like wallowing for a bit and it doesn’t help that he responds the way he does.

He’s harsh and blunt, and this is not new information.

“So you gonna talk to me today about why you’re mad at me or are you going to keep fucking ignoring me?”

You bristle. “It doesn’t sound like you want to talk.”

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose and inhales deeply. “I don’t need this right now. I’m trying to fucking talk to you and this is what I get? Yeah, I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

You falter at that. You don’t recall your fights with him ever being that terrible where he ended up on the couch. “The couch?”

“You clearly don’t want me near you. So yeah, the fucking couch.”

And he goes, leaving you colder than you’ve ever been. Sukuna can’t stand the distance between you both- he’s itching to hold you, to mumble into your skin that he loves you so much and he can’t stand this, that he’s sorry he hurt you.

But the right words just don’t come and your sad eyes flash in his mind as he tries to sleep.

You’re not used to being in bed without Sukuna, and you don’t like it. You can’t sleep without him usually, much less without him when you both are fighting. You don’t like that this is what it’s come to, despite the words being ready on your tongue. It’s hard for the words to spill from your lips. It makes you feel silly but you know you’re not asking for too much.

There’s no reason for you both to go to bed without each other. He’s definitely still awake as well, most likely replaying your last conversation in his mind. Your feet move once you make up your mind and you take your comforter with you.

You can feel his dark eyes tracking your movements as you trek into the living room.

“Sukuna,” you mumble sadly. He thinks you’re cute, standing there awkwardly with your comforter wrapped around your shoulders like a cape. Wordlessly, he opens his arms up for you to climb into his embrace and you do, instantly sighing in relief when he wraps himself around you. It must look comical, the way you both are intertwined with each other on the couch when the bed is literally right there.

But neither of you want to make a sound or want to move. It’s much easier to fall asleep when his arms are around you and when your cheek is pressed against his bare chest. Sukuna kisses your forehead, his lips featherlight and uncharacteristically gentle.

“Your brother, who is coincidentally the love of my life, is a jackass,” you inform Yuuji after a sip of your coffee. Hanging out with the younger brother of your boyfriend wasn’t out of the ordinary, but this specific coffee date had a purpose.

“Oh boy, what did he do now?” Yuuji asks curiously. As far as he knew, you were both happy and in love. He’s happy for his brother to have found a nice person like you.

“He- just-,” you sigh, “I don’t know. He doesn’t talk to me or tell me how he feels. About me, or about much else unless it pisses him off.”

“He’s a little emotionally stunted, especially when it comes to feelings,” Yuuji shrugs, “But you knew this, didn’t you?”

He asks it so innocently that a sarcastic reply doesn’t even form on your lips.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I did…”

“He has a photo of you in his wallet and the only person he answers the phone to immediately is when you call,” Yuuji reminds you gently after a bite of food, “He’s not good with his words, or at least that’s what he thinks.”

“I know. I just…need to hear from his mouth sometimes. Like if he went more than a day without touching me, he’d throw a fucking fit-”

“Yeah, I really don’t need to hear from my sibling-in-law about how my brother touches you,” he scoffs and your face heats up at the implication. Yuuji says it so easily that you don’t think he even recognizes what he said. “Maybe you should tell him.”

“I have! He doesn’t listen. He takes it as a joke, I think, like it’s my love language,” you trail off, a little sadly, “Sukuna’s so busy these days. He barely makes time for himself, let alone for me.”

Yuuji makes a sympathetic little noise. “He forgets that things are better than they were when we were growing up. He knows but… maybe you should remind him again.”

Sukuna’s glaring at the rack of weights as if they’d personally wronged him. He decides that lifting isn’t enough. Today, he’s going to blow off some steam by paying a visit to Fushiguro Toji in his boxing gym.

Specifically, he’s going to blow off some steam by getting better acquainted with his favorite punching bag tucked away in the corner of the gym.

Toji watches his friend glare at the punching bag as if it’s the solution to his woes. Sukuna has been here for hours now and the sun has long gone down. In the last few years (really, over a decade now), Toji has gotten to know Sukuna relatively well. Especially considering that Yuuji and Megumi have been best friends since they were teenagers. If Sukuna’s here this late, looking as angry and frustrated as he does…

Toji can only deduce that it means that Sukuna doesn’t necessarily want to go home.

“So what is it? Work? Relationship troubles?” Toji asks, leaning against the wall. From the way Sukuna tenses up, he assumes it’s the latter.

“Mind your fuckin’ business, Fushiguro,” Sukuna all but growls, shooting him a death glare which would intimidate anyone else. Toji laughs derisively in response.

“Spit it out before you ruin another one of my punching bags,” Toji says easily, earning himself another glare. But Sukuna doesn’t listen, instead telling him to fuck off once more.

“Fine, then let’s spar,” Toji shrugs and Sukuna follows him into the ring with another testy roll of his dark eyes, “Maybe that’ll help your dumbass, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sukuna says, but smirks at him anyway.

The first punch feels as good as the last.

“She says I don’t fucking talk to her,” Sukuna finally mutters after about an hour of throwing jabs and punches at Toji, sweat lining his brow and making his normally pink hair appear a darker shade, “Everything’s for her, and she says I don’t fucking talk to her.”

And Toji begins to understand. He hasn’t been married for nearly twenty years by not understanding, after all.

“Well, have you fucking talked to her?”

“...No.”

“Then there’s your first fuckin’ problem. How long has it been?”

“About a week and a half-”

“A week? You let this shit go on for a fuckin’ week? You’re more stupid than I thought.”

“Fuck you, Fushiguro-”

“Shut the fuck up, which one of us is in a twenty year long marriage?” Toji asks bluntly and it’s possibly the first time Sukuna has ever held his tongue, “You should go fuckin’ talk to her about why she feels alone and why you feel like working all the time is a good fuckin’ idea. Instead trying to pull a fuckin’ muscle fighting me. We both know you’ll never win.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and throws a purposely weak punch at Toji’s jaw that he easily dodges and returns at full power.

“And do it soon, because my wife is planning for a dinner in a few weeks and I won’t have awkwardness in my house if you both are fucking broken up.”

“We need to fucking talk,” you declare when you emerge from your bedroom still in your light blue blouse and your grey pants that you wore to work. Your makeup is still pristine from the morning, only your lip gloss has faded away.

Sukuna knows the heat in your dark eyes. You’re on a mission. It’s funny because today was the day he was going to do it, he was going to spill to you exactly how he felt and give your relationship exactly what it needed. As always, you beat him to the punch.

“I’m not losing you or our fucking relationship because you won’t talk to me. So either you’re gonna fucking talk to me, or I’m gonna force it out of you. Because the more space I give you, the more you’ll pull away. Do you understand? Are we clear?”

Sukuna can’t help the warmth in his cheeks. He likes when you toss him around, after all.

“Uh,” he says rather stupidly, “Hello to you, too.” Sukuna drops his backpack and eyes you warily. He rubs the back of his neck. He wants nothing more than to feel the heat obviously radiating off of your bare skin, feel how angry you are with him with your thighs around his head. But he says nothing and swallows.

“Take a seat, my love. I made us drinks.”

Sukuna holds off on taking a sip of his drink (it’s his favorite, and he won’t have a sip of the drink that you made him until he says his piece). He squares his shoulders , adjusts his posture and pushes his lewd thoughts of unbuttoning your blouse to kiss your chest out of his mind.

Longing washes over him even though you’re right next to him, waiting patiently for him to say something.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, his voice gruff, “I’m sorry I made you feel alone and like someone who just warms our bed. I’m just fucking sorry and I don’t want to lose you.”

Sukuna’s eyes are on you, meeting your gaze. His ears are a little pink but he’ll never not meet your eyes. You offer him a warm smile and even reach over to hold his hand.

“I know you feel like you have to work all the time,” you murmur, your voice soft and honeyed, “To create a future for us where we don’t have to worry about money and security. But… I think we’re okay, you know. Things aren’t like how they were when we were growing up. When you were growing up.

I love you so much and I love that you think of the future you want to build with me. But I also want you to be in the present with me. I just want you to talk to me. I don’t want anything elaborate except for your time and…for you to tell me what’s on your mind. That’s not asking for much. I don’t want to lose you but you have to talk to me, too. I don’t want to change you. I love you for you but I just…you have to talk to me, too.”

Your dark eyes are wide and expectant once your voice tapers off, patiently waiting for him to speak. He’s not good at this (it’s not new knowledge to you either) but still, he tries. For you.

“You…” he starts and you only smile at him in encouragement, “You’re too good for me, do you know that? Too fuckin’ soft and good. And I work all the fucking time because it’s hard not to. You know how it was, how everything was a struggle. But I fucking made you feel alone in the process, when I was focused on the future. You should be with someone better-”

“Stop that fucking shit,” you say loudly and clearly, irritation clear on your face, “I hate that shit. Don’t question my choices when I’m not asking you to do much.”

It’s not the first time that Sukuna doesn’t know what to say to you. Emotion is thick in his voice when he finally speaks. “I just… can’t fucking lose you. Not like this.”

“So then show me.”

“I got you these,” Sukuna says gruffly, meeting your eyes from the kitchen. He’s just toed his boots off and hung his jacket up in the too small closet and is now staring you down as if you’ve personally accosted him. You’re seated on the couch, wine glass in your hand and you look behind him in confusion.

“They’re your favorite, right?”

Before you can reply, the bouquet of fresh sunflowers, roses and peonies is sailing through the air only to land in your lap. You can’t help but laugh.

“You just threw my favorite flowers at me,” you state with an amused grin.

“Yes, astute observation,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. Despite his attempts in looking unaffected and as if getting you flowers was a nuisance, his cheeks are dusted pink.

“Thanks, baby,” you beam at him, sunshine bleeding out of your damn eyes, “What’s this for?”

“I made reservations tonight for seven-thirty,” Sukuna continues, busying himself with inspecting a nonexistent chip in his black nail polish.

“You don’t have to work?” you ask, rising from the couch to close the space between you both. You know he’s been trying with you- asking you more questions and talking to you more instead of shutting off when he was stressed. He’s even stopped working late as many days, as difficult as that was for him to let go of.

You never wanted him to change who he was. You just wanted him to talk to you.

“I don’t. Don’t make a big deal because it’s not. It’s just dinner,” he warns you when your smile widens and you look at him with hearts in your eyes.

“And my favorite flowers,” you add. Sukuna rolls his eyes.

“Do you have a crush on me or something? That’s so embarrassing,” you tease (you can’t help it, not when your usually gruff man is showing you a sliver of vulnerability).

“Shut up, dumbass,” Sukuna says with no heat in his voice. He pulls you into his chest with hardened eyes as he traces your jaw with his finger. He wraps a calloused hand loosely around your throat, pressing along the sides of your windpipe with a practiced precision (as if he’s been here a thousand times before- and he has). Your eyes are wide, glazed over with desire dripping from your pupils.

And then he flicks your forehead. Hard.

“I love you. You know I fucking love you so don’t question it again.”

Sukuna gives you his full attention, his gaze never once straying from yours. He likes to keep you seated next to him (so he can touch you easily), and this time is no different. You glitter under the dim lights of the restaurant, likely filled with other couples enjoying an evening. But he only has eyes for you, and he thinks he only ever will have eyes for you.

He rubs your bare thigh mindlessly with his thumb as you tell him about your day, about the silly thing your friend did. About how you think you need more plants in your already plant infested home, how you’re almost finished with the book you’re reading and how you’re running out of your favorite coffee beans.

It’s all so incredibly, wonderfully mundane and Sukuna can’t help but cut you off in the middle of your ramblings with a sharp kiss. Your protests die on your tongue- neither of you care that you’re in a very public place (though you’re both tucked away in a corner where nobody is really watching you). The taste of your wine is ripe on your tongue, the buzzing in your brain turned into a pleasant hum when he snakes a hand around your waist to squeeze your ass.

A trail of spit connects your lips to his when he pulls away and the familiar flare of possessiveness in his belly when he sees the dazed look in your eyes nearly makes him kiss you again.

“Careful, Sukuna,” you say, honey dripping from your bitten lips, “You might fall in love with me-”

“I’m keeping you,” he mumbles into your skin, “I want you forever.”

And he kisses you again.

********

Sukuna pulls you into his chest and presses you against the door as soon as he closes it and locks it behind him. You already know how he operates- Sukuna is nothing if not a creature of habit. His favorite thing in the world to do is to enjoy an evening with you and end the night in between your legs or with your soft thighs clamped around his head, your hands tugging his pink locks.

“Dinner was great, right?” you ask breathily as his big hands cradle your hips. He hums in reply and takes his time unbuttoning your coat and sliding it easily off of your shoulders. His rough fingers are gentle over your arms, tracing over your bare shoulders before hanging your coat up for you.

Sukuna doesn’t allow you to move an inch as he gets on his knees and peers up at you from in front of you.

“You wanna eat me out right here? ‘M not even wet yet,” you joke. It’s a lie and you both know it.

“No, stupid. I’m taking your heels off,” he rolls his eyes and pinches your bare thigh. Raising your foot and leaning against the door, you push your foot into his broad chest. His touch is slight but firm when the pads of his fingers roll into your calf and then your ankle. Sukuna doesn’t let go of your gaze, holding it with his own.

“You look good down there,” you muse, head tilted to the side when you push your bare toes into his chest once your heels are off.

A barely heard chuckle escapes his chapped lips. “Yeah, don’t get used to it.”

Except this is what Sukuna always does when you both enter the threshold of your home together. Undressing you is one of his favorite activities, especially after a night out together. If it were up to him, he’d keep you next to him, under him, by his side in the comforting walls of your home.

But it’s not just up to him. So he cherishes the way goosebumps rise on your heated skin and the way your breath hitches when his fingers trail up your thigh- up and up and up.

You don’t hide the way your body reacts to him. His fingers brush against your panties and your hips buck into his touch, a wanton sigh escaping your lips. There’s no reason to, after all. There’s no need to pretend that the tattoos that peek out from his unbuttoned dress shirt don’t make you weak in the knees. You are pliant and bendable with his thick but nimble fingers. He’s dragging this out, making you click your tongue impatiently with wanting. It’s not that you don’t like when he’s like this. It’s that you’ve missed him.

So you tug on his hand and wordlessly ask him to stand up so you can slip your tongue into his mouth easily. Sukuna cradles your cheek gently, swallowing your little moans and soft hums. Your hands wander over his chest, his torso, his arms before settling over his ass. And you squeeze generously, laughing into his kiss when he gasps in surprise.

“Come here, princess,” Sukuna murmurs with a smirk, returning your squeeze with a rough squeeze of his own. You grin salaciously as heat warms your belly and you look at him with syrupy eyes.

Those eyes are reserved for him and him only. He surges forward once more to capture your lips with his in a rush of possessiveness. Sukuna never wants you to look at another man with those sweet eyes. Your body is pressed tightly against his as if he’s trying to pull you into his own soul.

“Baby,” you purr, nipping his earlobe and pulling a soft grunt from him, “I want you bad, baby.” Sukuna smacks your ass and hauls you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing.

********

“Baby,” Sukuna hisses, his voice low with lust, “Fuck, baby, you were made for me. Look at you.” His large hands are tight around your hips as he glides easily in and out of your velvety walls, groaning loudly when you squeeze him. The pale purple sheets beneath your belly muffle your hoarse moans and nonsensical calls of his name.

Your skin is damp with sweat and the sheets are already damp with your slick and remnants of his cum. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum by now, your thighs already deliciously sore. He’s had you bent over, on your knees, in his lap, on your back and while you’re a little tired- you can’t get enough of him. You just want to make him feel good with you, around you, in you…

Sukuna uncurls your hands which are clenched into fists, gripping the sheets tightly. He intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand, mesmerized by the way your ass bounces with every thrust of his cock in your pussy. Your hand grazes his thigh when you reach behind and he smacks your ass lightly (he knows you’re a little tired, after all).

You moan into the sheets and shudder when he stills inside of you. Sukuna leans over and kisses the back of your neck, down your spine and you whine. A wave of affection washes over you. “Baby,” you mumble, “Wanna see you-”

Sukuna wraps an arm around you, just below your tits and pulls you up so that your back is pressed against his chest. His breaths are soft against your skin, enough for goosebumps to rise. Warmth bursts in every one of your nerve endings when he pulls you even closer, somehow. He presses his lips to the side of your neck and kisses you delicately as he starts to move inside of you once more.

“You got me so fucked up,” he pants lowly into your ear, “Fuck, I love you, look at me-”

Sukuna grips your throat and applies pressure just the way you like while he holds you steady. You don’t reply, your head lolling on his shoulder. Your cheek is pressed against one of the many tattoos that grace his body and you dart out your tongue to lick his sweaty skin.

He tugs your jaw towards him so he can see the darkness in your fucked out, hazy eyes. There is nothing in your mind except for him, the way he fills you up and surrounds you so warmly and perfectly. You think about how long it had taken for him to admit to you that he liked you (you had told him within a week of pestering him at his bar that you wanted to take him to dinner. Sukuna was embarrassed to admit that he had been flustered by that. But it’s just like you, to sweep him off of his feet unexpectedly. He would have been content to just yearn after you with his longing glances that borderline made him look murderous).

“Open your mouth, baby,” Sukuna says, his teeth grazing your neck. He collects a ball of spit at the tip of his tongue and nearly cums when you open your mouth obediently and look at him with those wide eyes. He thinks he could kill anyone who would ever see you like this. His thrusts are messy and rough as he spits loudly into your waiting mouth and you swallow diligently. Offering him a smile.

“Fuck,” he groans and smears the remnants of his spit on your lips before biting your bottom lip, “I fucking love you.”

You barely have it in you to respond, but you need to. “I l-love you,” your voice is raspy, “‘M gonna cum. I wanna see you.”

He has you on your back, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. Sukuna looms over you, his massive chest and powerful thighs nearly casting a shadow over you. You trace over his tattoos slowly before tugging on his silver necklace and pulling him closer to you. He drops his weight on you and it’s more than welcome. You love feeling him like this- you’re strong and protected and safe with him.

Sukuna’s forearms rest on either side of your head as he pushes himself inside of you once more. Honestly, you don’t mind if you don’t cum. You just like feeling him like this. Consuming you and devouring you with every inch of him. Burning with his touch, his gruff whispers in your ear- how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. He rocks into you with purpose, as if trying to prove something to you.

When he kisses you so softly as if stardust has landed on your lips, you cum and he does, too.

*********

“Baby,” you mumble, pecking his bare shoulder. Sukuna hums but doesn’t open his eyes, instead, he rolls on top of you to get closer to you. His heartbeat presses against your chest, soft and slow. Nearly lulling you to sleep.

But not quite yet. Sukuna had cleaned you both up and manhandled you into a pair of his clean boxers (that you had stolen) and a shirt of his (also stolen). He’d washed your face of the remnants of cum that had stained your lips. You don’t know how he’s able to function, when your legs are so sore and your mind is so deliciously fuzzy.

He carried you back to bed where he had given you a thigh massage (and was very tempted to eat you out. But you were so sleepy and cute that he resisted). Warmth spreads in your chest as you watch him try to sleep in the too small bed. It’s comical, watching him trying to adjust to the size of your bed. Sukuna complains about it nearly every night, but neither of you seem to mind enough to buy a bigger one.

It’s one of the things Sukuna has promised himself he’ll buy you when everything is enough.

You kiss his cheek and this time he opens one eye and tightens his hold around your waist.

“What is it,” he asks, voice low with fatigue. Realization washes over him, making him a little more alert. “...Did you enjoy dinner today?”

Surprise colors your face momentarily before your lips pull apart into a happy smile. “Yeah. I especially loved dessert. And I don’t mean your cock, I mean the tiramisu we had at the end of the night.”

“Oh, you mean the one you stole off my plate?”

“It’s our plate, baby. Don’t be silly. And you don’t even like desserts like that.”

“You and your fucking sweet tooth. Walking cavity,” Sukuna teases, pulling a laugh from you.

“I want to take you to this bar that Gojo told me about. You would like it, it’s like a little arcade-”

“Let’s go on Thursday,” he agrees and yawns, “If that other sweet toothed fucker is coming, you better give me a 72 hour heads up so I can mentally prepare.”

“Alright, baby,” you laugh and peck his lips, “Goodnight, Sukuna.”

“Mmm, goodnight, princess,” he says, kissing your shoulder, “See ya in the morning.”

Your heart is full, and sleep comes easily with Sukuna’s arms tight around you.

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tags: @kentobean @aeanya @captainchrisstan @simpingmaize

[stuckybarton]

Company Party

SUMMARY: Now secretly married in the eyes of the law and of the state, but only engaged in the eyes of the public, it was during one of his company's many parties that he has finally introduced you to the much safer and more legal part of his business. But it didn't mean there weren't a few pest along the way. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Sylvie Laufeydottir; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Public Sex; Bathroom Sex; Oral Sex (F! Receiving) Unprotected P in V; Dirty talks; Creampie; Bitchy Workers. WORDS: 5,735

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"You look beautiful, Wife." Loki purred against your ears as you continued to get ready for the party the company had set up to celebrate a great quarter.

It was also, the very first time you would actually be officially introduced as Loki's fiancé--instead of the café owner that would frequent the boss' office as random times of the day. You had always heard several rumors about you, more often than not there were never true but it always did give you a good laugh whenever you would see the gossipers making their way to the café and even more surprising was the fact their boss was also in the café acting like a complete goof for you.

But now things were different, you were now a Laufeyson, at least by the government standards you were. The big ass engagement ring and the slightly more discreet wedding ring made it evident. You were just hoping it wouldn't be something you had to be dealing in anything more than for social gatherings. You had made it perfectly clear with your husband that you did not want to change anything about your work now that you were married to him, things would remain the same and he was fine with it for as long as you would allow the watchful eyes of your guards be in the confinements of the café when he wasn't there with you. You agreed knowing your husband has his fair share of enemies.

"And you don't look too bad yourself, Laufeyson." You smiled turning to face your husband, eyes lingering at his darkening looks resting towards you. "How do I look?" You wondered shyly.

He never said a word, but instead allowed his hands to do all of the talking. Cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him, the steely erection digging through his pants was enough of an indicator of how much your husband loved the sight of you in green. His hand rose, the prickle on your skin grew evident as his hands now rested on the exposed part of your back. You had been cheeky this time around with your choice of dress, something that covered your neck to your chest, but exposed far too much of your back. It was enough to drive men crazy, but it was all of the sake of the man in front of you.

"Good enough to eat, My Love." He growled, leaning in closer to you. his breath fanning against your cheeks.

"Behave." You playfully pushed him away, knowing where his train of thoughts was heading and it was not the route you wanted to deal with after all the preparation you had to make to look even decently presentable for what was to come for tonight.

"You can't just leave me hanging like this." He spoke playfully, hands still very much resting on your exposed back.

"If you're a good boy, you'll get your reward." You incentivize seeing the sparkle in his blue eyes. "Deal?"

"I have you for two days and neither of us are leaving the confinements of the bed?"

"Maybe." You spoke coyly, finally giving in to your uncle's request of taking the month off to enjoy being newly weds for once with your husband. But that will be something you'll tell him after dealing with the party.

"Deal." He sealed the agreement with a kiss that had taken your breath away, like always when it comes to the man.

Eventually the two of you had made your way to the car that would drive you to the hotel where the party was to be held in. It had started hours ago, but being the Chairman and CEO, Loki loved to be fashionably late to said parties. All throughout the ride, your husband has been nothing but touched starved for you and for good reason. Having to be in the café and bakery for longer hours in preparation for your month off, it was only during this party that you and your husband would be together in a much more extended time than usual. You continually kept him in check when his hand slid far too high on your thighs, and every little filth that would come out of his mouth was momentarily ignored knowing what was to come tonight.

Eventually halting by the valet, your husband had slipped out first and opened your side of the car door to help you out. A smile on your face seeing how far he had come along since you had first met him. You didn't believe his family when they said it was your doing seeing the changes in him, if he truly wanted to change he will with or without you in the equation.

At the first sight of the flashing lights had you in a whirlwind as you were quickly guided by your husband inside, ignoring the numerous reporters that were hellbent in finding out who you were and what was the big ass ring around your fingers. This number of reporters took you by surprise, you know your husband was knowing throughout his business, but never to this extent knowing what he does behind the scenes.

"Should I even ask what that was about?" You playfully inquired your husband as soon as you were both in the safety of the reception. A few wandering eyes had been on the both of you.

"The Curse of the Odinson-Laufeyson name." He muttered. "It's become tamer over the years, that much I can assure you." He smiled before his face fell into a far too familiar cold mask that you had learned early on he uses to continue this façade in front of his employees and would-be enemies that would do anything and everything to see his downfall.

"Good thing I can share your burden with a glorious purpose." You smiled allowing the usher to finally escort you the banquet hall for the party.

Darcy was the first to greet the both of you, finally pulling away from your husband's grasp since your arrival, you had hugged your friend and complimented her for the black number she had on. Quick to inquire about how things had been going between her and your sister-in-law, Sylvie. A smile growing bigger on your face as she tried her best to ignore your question and instead focus her attention of Loki that was slightly amused by your line of question, probably doing the same to his younger sister when he comes to visit her.

"You're speech will be in a few hours, still can't convince you about the script we have written?" Darcy inquired.

"It's not needed." Loki brushed off before his attention return right back to you. "Drinks?"

"Champagne if they have it." You smiled and watched as your husband kissed you square on the lips for everyone in the party to see before leaving you with Darcy to continue with your conversation. "Well?"

"We're taking things slow." Darcy muttered. "I'm still preparing for the shit people around could throw at me for dating the boss' sister who was also to some degree is also my boss." She muttered.

You felt for Darcy, even without having worked in company yourself. You had always and constantly been called names after constantly being seen in the office without the boss truly confirming or denying your relationship with each other until now. Their words could be vicious, you don't doubt that Darcy would feel much worse being in the office in a much more extended time on a day to day basis.

"Me and Jane are always here if you need anyone to talk to. If you want why don't we schedule a mini-vacation for all three of us." You suggested, it would need a lot of convincing on Loki's part, but if it means reassuring your friend, you would do any means necessary to make it happen.

"Depends on your hubby's mood after the party." Darcy pointed out winking and you could only roll your eyes at the fact that her and your husband had once conspired to a surprise wedding for you a few weeks back. Now married without anyone knowing and planning for an actual wedding by next year, you were sure to make thing less complicated for anyone involved, expensive, but less complicated for everyone involved. "Come on you're still mad at me? Boss promised me I'd be your maid-of-honor if it was a success and I've got a killer dress just for the wedding too."

"Did you know that Loki also promised Sylvie that she will be the maid-of-honor while they were shopping for rings?" You pointed out making her mouth gape wide open earning a giggle out of you.

"That son of a bitch." She muttered and halted whatever else she was about to say when Loki returned with flute of champagne for you and for Darcy.

"Not drinking?" You had inquired seeing he was empty handed.

"I'll drink after the bloody speech is over." He muttered arm quick to wrap around your waist before turning his attention back to Darcy. "Keep me posted when it's time." He reminded.

"Yes, Boss." Darcy mock saluted before making her way rounds to socialize.

"Not in the mood to socialize yourself?" You teased your husband, taking measured sips not knowing who you would be encountering in the party and it was better to be as sober as you could with a little ounce of liquid courage to keep a straight face when needed.

"I much prefer to keep you away from the wandering eyes of the pigs in my company." he muttered and the giggle escaped your lips before you could even stop it. Him and his jealousy--possessiveness knows no bounds.

"Stop being a spoil-sport, Laufeyson." You teased, cupping his cheeks. "Here I thought you'd show me around and make me feel special." You teased knowing this had been the exact words he had initially stated when he told you he wanted you to be his plus one to the party.

He couldn't give his own quip at the booming voice of Thor and Sylvie took everyone's attention.

"You're fashionable late as always, Loki." Sylvie pointed out, pushing her brother away and wrapping you into a far too tight hug that took your breath away before you were pulled into another hug by Thor which was cut short by Loki that was quick to pull you right back into his arms. Again, possessive and jealous was the man's mood in this moment.

"Where is Jane?" You had found yourself asking, seeing no sign of your friend.

"Home, she is not feeling well." Thor looked far too happy to not have his wife with him. "Oh it's nothing bad, just some good news we hope to talk about tomorrow during lunch with Mother." he was quick to explain as you glared at him.

"Then a celebration is in order?" Loki quipped and your overprotectiveness over your friend had only made you realize exactly why the sudden absence. Loki quick to cover your mouth before you burst out the realization about Jane's pregnancy to the world. "I think it's best to keep it a secret from the people not part of the family." He points out playfully before finally pulling his hand away from your mouth.

"You two should start to socialize, I'm sure me and Y/N could have some time for ourselves for now." Sylvie smiled and before Loki could protest, you were pulled away by your sister-in-law and Thor was quick to drag him along with whoever would be keen on having a conversation with him.

Eventually losing sight of your husband, Sylvie was all smile as she continued to inquire about the wedding plans, at least the second wedding. It took a while for everyone to get around to the fact that you and Loki got married in your shared apartment without any of them present. But it was for the both of you at the time, you loved each other well enough to care less about the silly planning and elaborate designs that came with it. The second wedding would come eventually and you wanted your uncle to walk you down and your brothers to also be present for the wedding.

"Got plans for who will be your maid-of-honor?" Sylvie inquired.

You smiled and realize what this was about.

"If it's fine with you, I want you and Darcy to both be my maid-of-honor." You answered far to easily, amused with the blush that plastered her cheeks and it was better to compromised with the both of them. "Unless you don't want to help me and Darcy out."

"I'd love to!" She protest far too excitedly before slamming her hands on top of her mouth. "I mean, it's fine if Darcy is game with the arrangement." She backtracked to which you smirked about and a plan already forming in the back of your head for them.

"I've got a dress so most of the hard parts of the wedding is out of the way, why don't you and Darcy plan the Bachelorette party." You suggested. "Just not with the strippers like Jane's party, I don't want bloodshed on my party." You added playfully earning a giggle from the younger Laufeyson.

"I think I have something in mind and I'll talk to Ms. Lewis about it when I catch sight of her."

"I'm sure you will." You smirked and your eyes lingered on two women talking amongst themselves, but their eyes had been viciously glaring at your all throughout. It brought a sudden shiver down your spine at the sight of it. It was as if they were stabbing you with just their gazes.

They were typically the pretty types, taller-model like features and more of a display than a productive member of the company. You know their type, watching far too much rom-coms and series, you were wondering more if they actually worked for the company or if they were the plus ones that envied you for catching a bigger fish than they did.

"You okay?" Sylvie inquired following your gaze and the women now looking anywhere else but the both of you. "Ignore those two, they mean trouble, have been to Jane for a while before me and Hela had put a stop to it." She points out.

You blinked and this was even worse than you thought. They were always within your husband's time in the office. What would they do without you to see their antics. You know perfectly well the power and wealth your husband held, but it was nothing to the handsome face he was graced with. Everyone fawned over him and you could understand perfectly why, your jealousy for the women that would practically glue themselves to him made it evident. You trusted your husband that he will not be unfaithful to you, but it didn't stop the underlying possibility they would do any and every tactic to have their claws at him. A part of you has this feeling that they were the ones that had been spreading rumors about you in the office in your rare visits to his office for 'lunch' with him.

Before you know it, Sylvie had dragged you around, introducing you to everyone as Loki's girlfriend and fiancé, and proudly stating she was the favorite sister-in-law between the two sisters which you neither confirmed nor denied without facing the wrath of Hela if you catch sight of her.

It was refreshing to see everyone you've come into conversation with know you as the café and bakery owner and how they had often stopped by to sample your uncle's treats. It was a good conversation starter with a playful promise of discount if they showed their company id to the café. Eventually from the employees, you found yourself meeting some of your husband's higher executives you've also known had been involved with the other business. Conversation with them had been more civil and a little tense to your liking, as they know perfectly well that you know about your husband's other endeavors but were to afraid of scaring you off knowing about your husband's wrath if he catches wind of it.

Eventually when all of the important honchos and employees were done with, Sylvie had made it a point to introduce you last to the two women that had been eyeing you all night.

"Stacy, Lisa. Good to see the both of you in the party--uninvited." Sylvie snide and you tried your best to hide the smile from your lips. Sylvie can be terrible if she wants to be, to anyone that doesn't treat her family right--you were now part of that family it seems. "This is Y/N, Loki's fiancé." She introduced, pulling your hand closer to the two to see the giant rock around your finger.

"It's nice to meet you." The taller one, Stacy had spoke, but it was anything but nice from the fake smile she wore on her lips.

"We never thought you and Mr. Laufeyson would be serious." Lisa, the shorter bob-cut one pointed out.

"Nearly a decade together, I'm sure it was serious." You quipped downing the last of your champagne before returning the glass to the waiter roaming around. "He wouldn't have placed a ring on it, if it wasn't." You added, gaining much more confidence in front of the envious duo.

"But you know, things could change. Until there is a wedding, he can still change his mind." Stacy spoke offhandedly. "You never know, someone better might just pop and throw away the decade for the right reason." She smirked and that was enough to bring all the doubts and fear back in full force.

Loki could have any and every single woman he could have and yet she settled for someone like you. Someone with so much issues that you were yet to truly resolve all on your own, someone prettier, and a much more better background than yourself that would forever be stuck to being the owner of the café and the bakery.

"I think you went too far." It was Sylvie that had snapped at the woman's words. "How dare you say that to Loki's w--" You halted Sylvie's words. You and Loki had agreed to not yet tell the world about your marriage to prevent unnecessary hassle from everyone.

"It's fine. I trust Loki more than anything and he would rather kill himself that ever hurt me." You assured your sister-in-law, constantly hearing those words from your husband and was reassured as much, it was simply your own demons coming to haunt you in this moment and you needed a breather from everything, from the people that could and would possibly come between you and your husband if you weren't too careful.

Before Sylvie could say anything else, you had made you excuse to the bathroom to freshen up--when in reality did not want anyone to see you in the brink of tears in this very moment.

In your journey to the bathroom, what you don't realize was your husband seeing the entire interaction and was quick to follow you in your retreat, ignoring the conversation he was in at the moment. ~ It didn't take long for Loki to find your whereabout. The soft sobs echoing the female restroom was enough indicator to know where you were. Without an ounce of hesitation he had made his way inside and closing the door behind him. Anger coursed through his veins and he was contemplating with shooting the perpetrator's brains out would be a better way to get back or to simply embarrass them before firing them on the spot. But for this moment, his focus was on you, ensuring that you were alright before anything else. A part of him already wanting to ditch the party and just head home for takeout instead.

He pushed each of the cubicle until the last cubicle was locked and that was where you were. He knocked to which you gently pointed out that it was occupied--far too politely even in your tears.

"My Love, who do I need to kill?" He asked knowing it was enough to pull you out of the confinement of the cubicle. You did.

"I'm fine. No one needs to be killed." You pointed out, trying your best to wipe the last of your tears with the toilet paper you still held onto but with the tears still flowing it was hard to believe. It angered Loki more than he already was. He tried his best never to make you cry and someone of no significance to his life or to his company would do this to you. "I'm fine, it's just allergies." You lied.

"You are such a horrible liar, My Love." Loki pointed out with a smile. Hands have now come to cup your cheeks, thumbs slowly wiping away the remnant of your tears with his thumb. "Tell me what is bothering you, My Love."

"It's stupid." You muttered never once meeting his gaze and that alone had worried Loki even more.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you and the tears." He continues to urge you. "Do not make me ask my own sister, because you and I both know she will tell me what I need to know when it comes to you and your wellbeing."

"You and your fucking power trips, Laufeyson." You snapped a semblance to the fiery woman he knows and loves. "It's nothing that you need to concern about, just some of the bitches that work for you thinking they have a chance with you."

"And you believe they do?" He snapped, annoyed that they had gotten to you like they did in this moment. "Do I need to remind you whose name you are you now? Or do I need to fuck you senseless all over again for you to understand that there will be no other woman for me but you?"

"I know that. Every single fucking day of my life with you, you remind me of the fact. I married you didn't I?" You snapped now shoving him away from you. "But that doesn't stop the fact that I wonder why you did marry someone like me. I'm a fucking hothead on a good day and a psychopath on the bad days yet you still want me when you can have any prettier models to your disposal that will never contradict you and never get on your nerves but you still chose me, planning a wedding behind my back even."

He sighed, throughout the years this was something Loki had learned was the baggage that came with his wife. You had your own issues, he had learned to live with it. Constantly assure you about his choices, about loving you. He had constantly believed it was the other way around when it comes to you. How it made him wonder why you would choose someone like him, the ghost of his past, the sins he was forever to do because of his line of work, the coldness that will never leave his very being, and darkness that will never see the light of day--all of his issue and yet you still chose him. Even after knowing his secret, you remained even when the opportunity to finally leave was already open for you--you stayed and you loved someone like him.

"My Love, nothing in this world would ever make me choose anyone else but you. After everything we have been through, the ups and downs, and all the trials and tribulation our relationship had been in, I would want no one else but you to be part of my life. I never wanted a wife or a child in my life until I met you. I never thought I would ever deserve the life that I want to have with you until now. You give this stone cold bastard a chance of a life away from what was presented upon me and I owe my life to you because of it. You make me the happiest, and with you I can become more human than the monster everyone paints me to be."

He had made his vows all those weeks ago, forever he will assure you of the love only you were capable of giving someone like him and he was not gonna stop now, more than ever you needed him and he will give you everything you would need to reassure you and to reassure of the relationship the both of you had throughout the years.

"I hate it when you get sappy on me like this." You muttered wiping the tears that started to fall from your eyes all over again. "You make me cry even harder."

He smiled pulling you back into his arms. He cared less at this point if you were ruining his shirt, he could buy a hundreds more, but it was in this rare moments together that he could truly ensure his devotion to you and to only you. ~ "No more, Loki." You whimpered against the cold tiles of the bathroom. Your skirt was practically bunched up around your waist and one of your legs had now rested on your husband's shoulder as he continued to eat you out for the better part of the hour.

But your husband wouldn't let up, kneeling in front of you and his lips and tongue had done anything and everything to bring you into the brink of cumming but never truly giving you your release. He was torturing you until you give in to him. The games that he plays and only he could win as soon as you relent and give in to him.

"Tell me who I belong to, My Love?" He demanded in between every lap his tongue had made.

"To me." You whimpered, muscles tightening as the climb to another unforgiving release you were uncertain if it would be given to you. "You're mine and only mine, Loki." You gave in, chanting the words you husband wanted from you before you know it he had stood back up into his full height, erection out and ready.

"Look at me, Y/N." He demands and you did, even as your legs were growing weak, you listened to him. Your eyes solely focused on the man and that was all you needed in the momentary lapse of doubt that swam in your mind. "Jump." He orders and you did.

Arms wrapped around his neck and your weaken legs wrapped around his waist as he finally impaled you with his cock. The fullness took you a moment to full adjust but as soon as you did, you pulled your husband into the much needed kiss. He rested your back onto the wall as he began to move his hips, hands held onto your waist for support as he fucked you like you were always meant to be fucked.

You could taste yourself against his lips. The taste of mint and Tabaco came after. Your hands dug onto his shoulder as he continued to hammer into your core. Even through the coat and shirt he had one, you were certain that you were breaking skin at how deep your nails were digging. He thrusted harder and you could do nothing at this point but to brace yourself in both the support of your arms around his neck and the cold title on your naked back--only now did you realize the mistake of choosing the backless dress.

"How could I ever want any other woman, when you are all I would want to pound into, My Love?" His filth had began, further bringing you closer to the brink.

"Don't stop." You demanded at this point, no longer caring at the possibility of anyone hearing you. All that mattered at this point was that your husband fucked you like his life depended on it, you can take care of the mess after. He pounded over and over, and your back had slid over and over the tiles without a care to the world. "I'm close." You announced already feeling the familiar coil begin to tighten at this point.

A rush had came as Loki chased his release alongside you own. Cum filling you in multiple spurt triggering your own release. Clamping yourself onto him as he slowed his movement and both of you were left sated. A smile, a genuine smile played on both of your faces. This was the last thing you had hoped to happen in the party, but your husband always has his ways.

"Better?" He asked placing numerous pecked all over your face. At this point you were certain your make up was ruined.

"Yup." You nodded, bracing against your husband's chest as he finally placed you back down, legs still jelly from his ministration of your body. "But I'm fairly certain your employees know we've been fucking in the Women's restroom." You pointed out making your way to the mirror and generally surprised that the only thing out of place was your lips stick.

Pulling out your lipstick from the inner pocket of your husband's coat, you tried your best to salvage it while your husband did his best to tuck himself back and help you out in slipping your panties on. His cum noticeable untouched as they dripped down your legs.

"We should get going, before Darcy starts looking for you." You finally point out slipping your lip stick back into his pocket and helping him in straightening his crocked bowtie. "Why the hell do you still look so taste even after fucking you in the bathroom?" You groaned earning a chuckle from him.

"Touché, My Love, touché."

The momentary silent between the both of you post-coitus was rudely interrupted at the sight of Darcy making her way to inside, panicking.

"There you two are! You're up in five minutes. Stop with the quickie!" Darcy snapped.

You chuckled and caught sight of the same women that had been the reason for the mess in the bathroom to begin with. You turned to your husband, pulling him by his bow tie and pulling him into a far too scandalous kiss for the two snakes to see.

"Knock them dead, Laufeyson." You teased patting him against his chest before following both him and Darcy out of the bathroom.

Only at the sight of numerous women waiting for the bathroom vacancy did it finally dawn to you what you and your husband had done.

"Before I forget." Loki had halted in front of Stacy and Lisa. "I do not want to see you in the company ever again. I will make sure the both of you will be blacklisted from every company in New York from now on." No longer was the humor and warmth in your husband's voice as he spoke directly to the two. It scared even you at this point, what your husband could be if truly provoked. "You would dare disrespect my wife in my own party?!" His voice grew dangerously loud at this point that you had to hold onto him before he does anything too rash.

"Loki, it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." You reassured him but his focus was still on the two that were begging him not to make true of his words.

"You two are fired, I should have done this years now for what you have done to Ms. Foster and Ms. Lewis." He spat ordering his security to escort the two away as Darcy now had to drag the both of you back to the reception hall where Loki pulled you back into a kiss before making a jog to the stage just in time for his name to be called for the closing speech.

"I swear to God, Loki still has the antics of a teenager." You jumped at the sight of Sylvie now joining you and Darcy as the MC continued on with the introduction.

"You tell me, I had to wait before the coast was clear." Darcy agreed making you simply shrug at this point. No longer capable of defending yourself being caught in the act and having the both of them on your case.

You had to shush the two love birds when your husband was finally given the microphone and wanted so bad to know what his words would be for the success of the company in the quarter.

"The success of not only this quarter but the few years had been nothing short of astounding, not just to me but as well as the investors and each and every single employee. Constantly I was inquired what had changed, but all I could say is I have been thankful and took life in a much different perspective, different from what my father had made for this company, different from what his father before him had done. I am thankful for the employees that do their best for the company. To my family that had been working alongside me into moving the company into a far more different direction that what it was once known for and lastly, to my wife, Y/N Y/L/N, that had been with me all throughout this transition and had been someone I could confine with in nothing but our pajama about the numerous growing pains of the company and she would simply encourage me even in my growing frustration, but constantly made sure that what I did would also benefit the people working for the company. Thank you, My Love."

As he said the last sentence his gaze had been focused on you, and literally everyone else also did.

"Did he just--" Sylvie was left speechless just as much as you were.

Nothing else of his words were getting to you at this point, your idiotic but far too possessive husband had done the very thing that you did not want him to do. You were going to kill him, as soon as he got off the stage, you will kill him for the mess he was about to make out of your life in this moment.

"I'm gonna kick his ass for this." Darcy muttered, panicked for the PR team she would need to assemble because of your husband's words.

"Get in line, I got first dibs." You muttered.

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 2

**I'd like to first take a second thank @obey-mes-treasure for being so awesome being a beta reader for me for this! Your input really helped! Thank you so much 💓

Also THANK YOU EVERYONE SO SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN THIS FIC, I'm so blown away that you guys really like this that much! I love you all ❤❤

GN! MC

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Scenting (NOT SEX! I REPEAT! It is intimate, yes, but we’re just cuddling here. I put this just in case)

Part One: Here, Epilogue: Here

Previously on Of Jealousy and Friendship:

With another nod, the demon, Cane left, leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.  

The moment Cane was out of sight, Mammon, still in his demon form, grabbed onto your wrist and began to drag you inside. 

You yelped at the tightness of his grip and tried to pull your hand away. “Hey! Mammon, stop it! That hurts!” 

The second born merely growled and tossed you onto the couch. As you looked up you were met by the fierce glares of several of the brothers and looks of disappointments from the rest.

“What the hell were ya thinkin’?” Mammon wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t screaming. His voice remained low and steady with a dangerous venom that dripped off every word. “Ya can’t just go frolickin’ through the Devildom with some second-rate demon ya just met. Especially not when ya haven’t told any of us where ya went or how long you’d be out. You could’ve been killed tonight, MC! And none of us would’ve known!”

You returned his glare as you shifted yourself to sit up on the couch. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m allowed to make my own decisions. You guys don’t control me! If I want to make friends and hang out after school, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” 

“We aren’t trying to control you, MC,” Beelzebub calmly stated. He stared down at you with a concerned frown and furrowed brows. “We just want to make sure that you’re safe. You know from experience how dangerous it is down here, and we want to keep you from getting hurt any more than you already have.” 

“Besides that demon, Cane I believe you called him,” Satan began, his arms still crossed in restrained frustration, “was clearly after something a little more than friendship.” 

You blinked at Satan in confusion before glancing at the others, who all seemed to be awaiting your response. “Wh-What...What are you talking about? Cane’s just a friend.” 

Belphegor tsked and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Diavolo, please tell me you are not this stupid. He’s saying that the pest obviously had a crush on you or at the very least wanted to get into your pants.” 

“Which we can’t entirely blame him for, I mean, look at you, darling, you’re delicious,” Asmodeus said  matter-of-factly as you squawked in protest. “But he stepped out of place,” the Avatar of Lust’s eyes flashed as he gritted his teeth. 

You felt your confusion grow more and more inside of you as questions swarmed inside your head. “I don’t understand.” 

Lucifer sighed and looked over at Beelzebub. “Go get Levi. He’ll want to be here for this discussion.” 

You frowned as Beel left the room and looked over at Lucifer. “What discussion? You guys are making no sense!” You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you groaned. “I get it. I should’ve been more cautious and let you guys know in advance. I’m sorry,” your eyes desperately searched Lucifer’s gaze for answers. “But there’s really no need for this...this intervention! I’m fine! He didn’t hurt me. I’m-” 

“Scented.” 

You whipped around at Levi’s voice.  He stood in the entry way with Beel, his face bright red as he held a hand over his mouth and nose and shakily pointed at you. “He scented you. Y-You let him scent you?” 

Lucifer face palmed himself and slowly let his hand fall off his face in clear annoyance. “We were just about to get to that, Leviathan.” Lucifer’s black and red eyes found your own as he raised a single eyebrow. “What do you know about scenting?” 

Your head tilted, even more dumbfounded than before. “You mean that were-wolf thing?” 

“WHAT?! NO, IT’S NOT A WERE-WOLF THING YOU NORMIE!!!” Levi shouted, clearly flustered by the topic. “Scenting i-is a... i-i-it’s...when two people...GAAAAAH!” he let out a shout as he threw himself into one of the chairs and hid his face in a cushion. “Someone else explain it, please! I-I can’t do this! It’s too high level!”

The brothers all exchanged glances, all in varying states of blush, as they silently debated on who would explain the apparently taboo subject. 

Eventually it was Lucifer who cleared his throat and seemed to be attempting to appear unbothered by all of this. “As you know demons are very possessive creatures. We don’t particularly like when others meddle with things that either belong to us or that we are fond of. As a result of this behavior and our heightened sense of smell, when a demon finds a person whom they are greatly fond of, we have the tendency to transfer our scent onto that person’s being, clothing, and belongings. It’s meant to be a consensual act of intimacy and a mark of one’s close bond with someone. It strictly marks that person as “off-limits” to all other demons.”

You blinked a couple times as you took in the information, your cheeks heating up. “A-And you said Cane did that to me?” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but then was suddenly hit by a flashback of the two of you dancing at the club. You could remember the music pulsing around the two of you and the way that Cane kept holding onto your shoulder, waist, or wrist with lingering touches. Thinking back on it, you remembered finding it odd that someone was so touchy with someone they just met, but blamed it on the cramped space that the dance floor provided. Your stomach twisted at the newly revealed implication. “S-So he was scenting me without me even knowing?” The brothers’ concern and anger suddenly made a lot more sense as a wave of guilt and unease washed over you. 

Mammon huffed, avoiding eye contact with you. “Exactly. The guys an asshole. I’ve been wanting to scent ya since we made a pact but ya don’t see me gettin’ all touchy feely!” He froze, with wide eyes as he realized what he just said. “I-I-I mean, what?! Pfft! Who would want to scent a human like you! Not-Not the GREAT Mammon, that’s for sure! I-It makes so sense!” 

The brothers collectively sighed. “Mammon, you absolute moron.” Belphegor mumbled as he shook his head. 

“OI! SHUT IT!” 

Asmodeus laughed and plopped himself into the seat beside you. “Please Mammon. You being love-sick over MC is old news. There’s no use even trying to cover it up. But even so, we all know there’s no way you’d be the first one MC chooses to scent them,” he draped an arm over your shoulder and leaned in close, “It’d obviously be me, right~?”

Levi scoffed from where he was still hiding behind the cushion on the chair. “Wh-Whatever. Not that it even matters now. That nobody of a demon already scented them. Now none of us will get to be their first...” He squeaked as he trailed off, suddenly shooting up from the chair. “I-I mean the first to scent you! N-Not anything weird! Not that you would do either of those things with a yucky otaku like me. I mean that kind of stuff only happens in animes.”

The brothers all went quiet after the first part of Levi’s rambling and seemed to become lost in their own train of thought. Your jaw dropped a little as realization finally clicked in. They hadn’t just been concerned about you missing or angry about you being so reckless... “You all wanted to scent me,” the room froze at your words. “That’s why you were all so frustrated when I came back with him. You were jealous.”

“What?! N-No!” Mammon sputtered in defense, weakly glaring at you. “I don’t get jealous! I’m Mammon! Avatar of Greed, second born of the Lords of Devildom! I can have anything I want! I especially don’t get jealous over wimpy, pathetic-” “Yes we were jealous.” Lucifer admitted, effectively cutting off Mammon and surprising everyone. He met your eyes and smirked. “Is that particularly surprising? I thought we had all been quite clear with our fondness of you.”

“Scenting you would have many benefits. It would help keep you safer when you’re alone. It’d also establish that, similar to how we all are yours through the pacts, you’d then be seen as ours by all demonic beings,” Satan smiled as he placed a hand under his chin, seemingly unaffected by the implications of his own words. “The idea is certainly appealing, don’t you think?” 

You gaped at the group of them as your face became hot with blush. You weren’t expecting this. Even as you threw the idea into the air, you were not expecting the emotionally constipated brothers that you had become so fond of to actually admit that they cared about you.  “You all...H-How would that even work?”

“Well we’d get his nasty, normie scent off of you for starters,”  Levi mumbled not quite as quietly as he meant to, and squeaked when he realized just how loud his words were. “I-It’s true! Scenting them will be more difficult since they’re already coated in his scent!” 

Beel nodded scrunching up his nose. “It does smell bad. It really doesn’t mix well with your scent at all.” 

Asmo nuzzled his head against your shoulder. “We’d have to cuddle you all night to cover it up. Not that any of us would mind~”  You yelped as Belphie plopped himself by your other side and put his head in your lap. “I suppose I can just sleep with you as my pillow.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times as you felt your heart leap into your throat with all the sudden attention. After all the revelations of the night, the sudden contact just seemed too overwhelming.

“That is if you would allow this, MC.” Lucifer sharply cut in, causing Asmo and Belphie to stiffen. “It’s like you said. We don’t control you. We will continue to respect that and you regardless of your decision,”

Belphegor huffed and looked up at you. “Well? Are you gonna let us scent you or not?” 

The air tensed as each of the brothers waited with bated breath for your answer.

You gulped as you thought about it for a minute. Being in the center of a cuddle pile of seven of the most powerful demons of the Devildom wouldn’t be that bad would it? Besides, it’s not like you didn’t love them all in their own special way. They annoyed you from time to time, and knew how to push your buttons, but at the end of the day, you all cared for another and you could depend on that. You knew that no matter what happened, they would always look out for you, and by the sounds of things this whole scenting thing would allow them to keep you safe even if they weren’t around. You could feel your heart warm at the sentiment of it all. 

Your decision made, you smiled softly at them. 

“I think I’d like that.”

Asmodeus let out a cheer and instantly starting snuggling up close to your arm as he nuzzled his face into your neck, causing you to giggle and gently push him back a little.

Belphie shrugged and closed his eyes as he laid back down on your lap. He was obviously trying to act as though he didn’t care, but the small smile that graced his lips gave him away in an instant.

Mammon’s face became extremely flushed as he shoved Asmodeus off of you. “Oi! Don’t hog, MC! Y-You’re not the only one here!” He avoided your eyes as he shakily took your hand into his and stared at the two of them intertwined.

Asmodeus snorted and merely moved over to the other arm, “If you’re going to claim one of the prime cuddling spots Mammon, at least do something that’s actually effective in scenting them.” You made the choice to mentally block out Mammon as he started arguing with Asmo.

Beel stood awkwardly beside you. “I’ll, uh, I’ll take up too much space for the others if I go by your side. So I was thinking maybe it’d be best if I sat behind you?”

You smiled fondly at the gentle giant and, with a bit of effort and complaining from the others, moved forward enough to make room for Beel to sit down behind you. Once comfy, you felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you against his chest with a satisfied hum.

Satan pushed up the sleeves of his jacket and took a seat beside Mammon. “Since Mammon’s too idoitic to scent this side properly, I suppose I will have to suffice,” he smirked as he tilted his head. “If you don’t mind that is?”

You huffed in amusement, much to Mammon’s displeasure, and nodded in consent.

Satan grinned brightly and began to rub his inner wrist along your shoulder and neck. He inhaled gently and sighed in relief, seemingly pleased with the result of his action before resting his head on your shoulder and continuing his ministrations. “Contact from one’s inner wrist to another’s neck or wrist is one of the most effective ways to scent someone. You can rest assured that you won’t smell anything like him by the time we are through.” 

You chuckled and patted Satan’s head. “Thank you, Satan.”

You glanced over at Levi as he shifted from foot to foot looking over at you anxiously. “Are you going to join us, Leviathan?”

His face turned bright red as he tensed at the question. “A-Are you sure you want a gross shut-in like me to scent you? C-Cause everyone will know! You won’t be able to h-h-hide it at school or pretend like it d-didn’t happen or-”

“Levi?” His head shot up as he looked at you once more. He gave him a reassuring smile and patted your other leg that wasn’t being used as a pillow by Belphie. “Get over here, please.”

He sputtered for a second before nodding, and nearly tripping over himself as he rushed over to the cuddle pile and hesitantly placed his head on your leg.

You could feel your heart flutter at being surrounded and held by the demons that you had come to love, but it still wasn’t perfect yet. You looked over at Lucifer, who stood watching the group with an uncharacteristically soft expression, in confusion.

Lucifer understood your thoughts without you even having to speak them. “I’m in no rush. Now that we have your consent, I’m sure there will be another time when I can personally scent you without the annoyances of my brothers being around.” He stood and began to leave the room. “Enjoy your night. I will see you tomo-”

“Lucifer.” You commanded, causing him to tense and freeze on the spot. “Get your pompous ass over here.”

The demon sighed and turned around, making his way back over to you. He moved between you and Asmo, and nudged Beel to scootch over, before settling in slightly behind you, nuzzling in close. “You really are insufferable.” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

You grinned, feeling joy and content buzz within you at finally being in the arms of your found family. In that moment, everything felt right and whole.