#he likes sublime. i said so

[unicornsaures]

something in me really wants to draw modern bayonetshipping but ion think yall would fw cyber grunge henry enough for that.....

[laesas]

Seeing someone's awful, self-righteous, bad faith, rage bait take and realising that you already have them blocked for their other dogshit opinions 👌👌👌

[pin-k-ink]

CORRECTION ⋆✦⋆ ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis ➸ after a fight that was entirely your fault, you’d do anything to make it up to your husband. and by anything, you really mean anything.

tags ➸ dom!toshi, size kink duh, belly bulge, cockwarming, dirty talking, degradation, punishment sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, manhandling, spanking, slight asphyxiation, rough sex

wc ➸ 3.6k

The living room settled in tense silence, only the faint ticking of the wall clock filling the stillness between you and Ushijima. He sat rigidly on the couch, back ramrod straight as his piercing gaze stayed locked onto the volleyball match playing across the TV.

You lingered by the entryway for a long moment, worrying your lower lip as you studied the stern lines of your husband's profile. Even in his obvious frustration, you couldn't tear your eyes away from that strong jaw peppered with the faintest hint of stubble—a delicious reminder of how he felt like rugged velvet under your touch.

With a shaky inhale, you finally summoned the nerve to approach the couch. Ushijima didn't so much as twitch a muscle as you settled onto the cushion beside him—cognizant of the careful distance you left between your bodies out of instinct now. More than once before, you'd gravitated into his personal space during an argument only for the overwhelming pull of his presence to leave you utterly distracted and undone far too soon.

"'Toshi..." you began hesitantly, craving the familiar cadence of his name on your tongue despite the circumstances. "Can we talk about this? Please?"

Your plaintive murmur seemed to drift across that weighted chasm without any effect. Ushijima's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, but beyond that razor-sharp movement he remained utterly motionless. You recognized the subtle tells immediately—those micro gestures so easily missed by anyone not intimately attuned to each infinitesimal shift in his demeanor.

Despite his frustration, he was pointedly restraining himself from any potential overreactions in the moment. Years of sharpening that single-minded discipline coiled like taut cords beneath his olive complexion as Ushijima listened in silence. His strength of will always hit you with renewed reverence in these tense moments between you both.

"I shouldn't have said those awful things earlier," you pressed on, hating the tremor in your voice but pressing forward regardless. "You were just trying to help and I...I lashed out in the worst possible way when you were only looking out for me like always."

You fell silent again as Ushijima worked his sharp jawline, clearly processing your paltry apology behind that unshakable mask of restraint. You studied the minute details greedily—the burnished gold flecks gleaming in his irises, the faintest hollow of his cheeks carving into sharp relief whenever his jaw tensed in irritation. The familiar pull of adoration despite your self-recrimination threatened to steal your breath entirely.

Because no matter how he punished you with frigid indifference or terse retorts, Ushijima remained the single most beautiful man you'd ever feasted your eyes upon in your entire life. A sublime vision of rugged, masculine strength burning with unshakable passion tucked beneath that stoic exterior that few ever got to taste the true depths of so intimately.

Heart pounding against your ribcage, you finally indulged your impulses in the face of his frustrated silence. You scooted closer, allowing your palm to drift over the thick cable of muscle joining his throat and collarbone in a whisper of contact.

Ushijima drew a sharp inhale through his flared nostrils, but he didn't cease you. So you traced your fingertips further down over his pec, feeling the coarse fabric stretched taut over his sinuous chest. You swallowed hard at the heat and hardness radiating off him—achingly familiar textures you recognized better than your own skin.

"I'm sorry..." you rasped out once more, barely restraining a whimper as you slid your palm across his abdomen next.

You watched Ushijima's knuckles whiten around the remote gripped tightly in one large fist, his jaw ticking with the minute clenches and releases indicating his struggle for control. Lower still, you drifted over the rigid corrugation of his stomach, fingertips dipping beneath the hem to find the sublime ridges of his Adonis belt finally. Shameless in your worship, you followed the carved trail lower to palm the distinct swell of his cock already tenting the front of his sweatpants openly.

Ushijima let slip a low groan then, eyes fluttering shut briefly as you boldly kneaded the rigid length through the thin material. You licked your lips reflexively, mouth flooding with saliva at the sheer masculine musk wafting off that sensitive area you'd mapped and savored so many times before.

"Please, 'Toshi..." you demanded with a raw tremor of need roughening your voice now. "Let me make this up to you properly..."

Olive-toned lids sliced back open to pin you beneath the full weight of that blazing glare. You held his scorching scrutiny steadily as Ushijima seemed to silently weigh his next calculated move in the wake of your unashamed seduction attempts.

Then his large palm anchored itself against your nape forcefully, dragging you forward until your parted lips ghosted his own in dizzying proximity. You whimpered openly at the molten brand of his touch and piercing focus honed solely on you entirely.

"You've been very naughty indeed, wife," he rumbled out with a dark, rasping undercurrent that made your belly swoop with visceral heat. "Purposefully testing my restraint like a spoiled brat desperate for a thorough... correction, aren't you?"

You shivered bodily at the wicked promise laced through his gravelly benediction, aching to shift closer and chase more of that delicious friction and searing drag of his calloused palms over your sensitized nerves. Somehow though, you managed a jerky nod instead—surrendering over without further protest to Ushijima's unholy thrall and the intimate torments sure to follow.

In one graceful, unhurried movement, he tugged you fully into the cradle of his lap. Those large palms anchored your hips flush against him as his hooded stare drank in the sight of you spread so wantonly across his solid bulk.

"I'm not finished punishing you yet, little minx," Ushijima promised through barely parted lips, calluses raking over your lower back possessively. "But I suppose indulging you some sweet relief along the way couldn't hurt...as long as you take all of it, of course."

He didn't wait for an answer, large palm wrapping around your nape once more to tug you into a brutal kiss that stole your breath entirely. Ushijima devoured your every whimper and whine hungrily, the slick slide of his tongue tangling against your own enough to make you melt further into the furnace of his embrace.

It felt like an eternity before he finally eased off the drugging assault of his lips and teeth and tongue. Your mind whirled with a pleasant haze as you swayed dazedly, struggling to regain your equilibrium in the wake of Ushijima's devastating attentions.

"Take off your panties," he ordered in a husky baritone, those callused hands falling away from your body. "Only your panties."

You trembled faintly, fingers trembling as they obeyed the directive immediately. You lifted up onto your knees just enough to slip your underwear off beneath the hem of your— his shirt, thighs slick and sticky with your arousal as you settled back into his lap.

Ushijima's nostrils flared with his shallow, ragged breaths as his hungry gaze raked over the obscene display. One large palm slid over your inner thigh, nudging your legs open wider for his viewing pleasure. You shuddered visibly as he traced his thumb down the slick seam of your cunt, his touch so infuriatingly gentle and slow.

"You're always so wet and ready for me, my love..." he rumbled out, gaze darkening further at the way your arousal smeared his thumb with a shiny coat. "It's almost a shame I have to be so cruel, but you deserve nothing less, don't you agree?"

You shuddered again, thighs trembling with the strain of remaining upright as he continued to tease and torment you so cruelly. "Y-yes, 'Toshi," you managed to reply hoarsely, fingers twisting into the thin cotton covering his chest. "Please..."

He gave no indication of acknowledgement, continuing his leisurely torture of tracing over every inch of your slick folds save where you craved him most. You bucked your hips up, searching for the relief that eluded you, only to earn a firm slap on the ass for your trouble.

"Patience," he reminded you in a clipped tone, not bothering to slow the torment even as he disciplined you. You whimpered but forced yourself to be still, fingers digging into the hard planes of his pecs as he toyed with you so cruelly.

It felt like forever until he finally brushed against your swollen clit. You shuddered visibly, eyes rolling back with a guttural groan at the sensation.

"I know what you want, love..." Ushijima rasped, dragging his thumb in firm, tight circles against the bundle of nerves. "I know what this greedy cunt craves, but you've been so disobedient and naughty. It'd be unfair of me to give you the relief you so desperately need, wouldn't it?"

"I'll behave, 'Toshi, I swear," you gasped out, hips rocking against his touch despite yourself. "Please, please..."

The rough pads of his fingertips circled your entrance, teasing you with the slightest breach but never enough to penetrate. You let out a frustrated sob, tears blurring your vision with the intensity of your need.

"Oh, you're definitely going to behave..." he agreed, the subtle edge of a threat lacing his husky baritone. "And you'll learn to appreciate my punishments properly, too."

Before you could process his cryptic statement, the blunt head of his cock nudged your slick folds. You sucked in a sharp breath as the chubby tip dragged up and down, coating himself in your essence with each agonizing pass.

Your husband wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination—and his girth and length had been daunting even on your wedding night. You'd been nervous, yes, but he'd been a patient and attentive lover that made sure to leave no part of you unsatisfied.

But this? This was an entirely different level of fullness as Ushijima slowly impaled you inch by agonizing inch, stretching you around the thick length until you swore he'd split you in two. You'd barely adjusted to the overwhelming sensations when he gripped your hip with a punishing hold, pulling you down fully to seat him to the hilt inside of you.

"Now sit still," he ordered gruffly, emerald eyes flashing with dark intent as he reached for the remote control abandoned beside him. "I've got a game to finish and you're going to help me enjoy it."

"Wh-what do you—"

The question died on your tongue as he resumed the program, his other hand splayed possessively over the curve of your hip to keep you from moving. He gave no further explanation, gaze flickering back to the TV as he leaned back into the couch cushions once more.

You stared at him incredulously, mouth hanging open as he proceeded to ignore your presence entirely. Your eyes widened with disbelief when you realized the full extent of his plan—the wicked, horrible, cruel plan he'd concocted to punish you.

"No," you groaned, shaking your head vigorously. "No, please, 'Toshi! This isn't fair!"

His grip only tightened on your hip, the pressure enough to bruise in the most delicious way possible. "Fairness isn't an issue when it comes to punishments, love," he replied mildly, as if he wasn't balls-deep inside you and refusing to move. "Now, behave. Otherwise you won’t get my cock for the rest of the week."

You let out another miserable sound at the threat, the sheer idea of him leaving you unsatisfied and craving his touch for an entire week enough to make you go insane. Tears blurred your vision as he continued to watch the game with utter nonchalance, acting as if his cock wasn't sheathed in the tight grip of your cunt.

You were so painfully full and yet, you wanted more. Craved that delicious friction that only came from Ushijima using your body in whatever ways pleased him most. The urge to rock and grind against him overwhelmed your senses, but his grip held you steady.

You looked down to where his cock pierced into you so deeply, your eyes widening at the slight bulge of his girth visible through your lower abdomen. You whimpered, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief. You clenched and squeezed around his hard length, reveling in the way his nostrils flared and his jaw tensed slightly.

At least he wasn't entirely unaffected.

A wicked idea suddenly sparked, lighting your insides with a fresh wave of fire. You leaned back, bracing yourself with a hand against his knees until the outline of his cock jutted more prominently through the soft skin. You swallowed hard, taking a steadying breath before you pressed down on the bulge with your other palm.

Ushijima let slip a guttural sound then, the noise low and dangerous and so fucking sexy you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper. But the damage was already done, your hips giving an aborted roll on instinct before he stilled you.

"Behave," he warned you in a raspy undertone, those piercing eyes honing in on the subtle outline of his cock visible beneath your lower belly. He let out another groan, his fingers digging into the meat of your hip hard enough to leave new marks.

You couldn't help yourself—not when you knew how much it affected him, too. You repeated the motion, rolling your hips forward with a gentle press. Ushijima's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing growing ragged and shallow.

You did it again and again, each time pressing down with more and more pressure until the game became little more than white noise to your ears. All that mattered was watching Ushijima's self-control slowly slip as you worked his cock deeper inside you with every deliberate thrust.

His fingers fell away from your hip, and you didn't waste the opportunity. Your pace was slow and steady, grinding him into your slick walls with a filthy grind of your hips. His head lolled back, the veins in his throat protruding starkly as he finally succumbed to the pleasure of your body.

You continued riding him torturously slow, working every last inch of his impressive girth inside you until his cock kissed the opening to your cervix. Your clit dragged along the coarse hair of his pelvis on each downward thrust, and soon your own breathing became ragged with the intensity of your pleasure.

You were so close—so fucking close, your toes curling and core tightening with each delicious glide of his cock against your spasming walls. Just a few more strokes and you'd have the release you so desperately craved...

Only then Ushijima's strong arm locked around your waist, tugging you back into his chest and pinning you there with his iron-clad grip. You cried out, the denial making your skin burn and pulse thrum wildly.

"Did I tell you to move?" he demanded in a ragged voice, teeth nipping the shell of your ear sharply.

"Please, 'Toshi," you sobbed out, nails biting into his forearm as you squirmed in his hold. "I'll be good, I promise. Just fuck me, please!"

His free hand slid over your inner thigh, spreading them apart and leaving your aching pussy exposed and dripping. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, drawing torturous circles against the bundle of nerves as he nipped and bit at your neck.

"That’s too bad," he replied in a husky rasp, the dark edge to his voice making your belly swoop. "Because I'm not done with my game yet. If you move one more time without permission, I'll pull out and finish in my fist instead. Do you understand, love?"

You whined and whimpered but managed to jerk your head into a nod. "Yes, yes, please..."

"Good girl," he rumbled, giving your clit a final flick before he resumed his hold on your hip.

You forced yourself to remain still and silent, not daring to move an inch lest he make good on his threat. Tears slipped down your cheeks at the agony of waiting and watching Ushijima continue to ignore you in favor of the game.

His fingers flexed against your hip, a subtle tremor in the muscle and tendons that betrayed his struggle for control. He was holding back, you realized, not willing to give in just yet. You clenched around him deliberately, reveling in the way he twitched and hardened even further.

The sudden roar of the crowd from the TV was enough to startle you both, and Ushijima let slip a guttural growl as you tightened reflexively. Your heart pounded wildly, and you could feel the sweat slicking his chest beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Fuck it," he swore under his breath, finally reaching for the remote and switching off the TV with a flick of his thumb.

In the next instant, Ushijima's large palms wrapped around your hips. He lifted you up, pulling out and flipping you around so you were bent over the arm of the couch. One large palm pressed between your shoulder blades, pushing you into the cushions. The other grabbed your hip, anchoring your lower half up so your ass jutted out lewdly.

He nudged your thighs wider with a knee, and then he was sliding back into you. You moaned at the fullness, the delicious stretch of your walls around his thick girth. You fisted the couch cushions, burying your face into the plush fabric as he finally began pounding into you with a ruthless pace.

His grip was bruising, but you welcomed the ache, reveling in the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that only he could bring. His other hand slid over the slope of your ass, and you shivered as he caressed the tender flesh before a sharp smack rang through the air.

"Greedy, insatiable whore," Ushijima growled, palming the abused skin as you gasped and rocked back into him. "Making me break my own rules. Now I'll have to discipline you some more, won't I?"

"Yes," you cried out, his name falling from your lips like a benediction as his hips pistoned into you with a punishing rhythm. "Yes, yes, punish me, 'Toshi! Please!"

He gave your ass a harsher slap, the sting making you yelp and writhe beneath his weight. You could feel him throbbing and twitching inside you, his own orgasm fast approaching.

"Is this what you wanted, little minx?" Ushijima demanded in a husky tone, his hand sliding from your ass to curl over your throat. He pulled you upright, forcing your back to arch and breasts to thrust out as his fingers flexed. His other hand smoothed over your lower belly, thumb tracing the slight bulge of his cock spearing into you.

"Y-yes," you gasped out, head falling back onto his shoulder as he pounded into you with brutal precision. You reached up and twisted a hand into his hair, gripping him tightly as he nipped and sucked at the juncture of your shoulder.

"I can feel myself in you, love," he rasped, his hips slapping against yours in a wet, filthy slide. "Can you feel how deep I am? How your cunt's swallowing me whole?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you sobbed out, eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering. The hand on your stomach found your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips stroking and circling the sensitive bud in a dizzying tempo. "So deep, 'Toshi, so full!"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," he ordered in a husky baritone, his hips losing their steady rhythm. You could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside you, and the knowledge that he was about to lose control set off a fresh wave of arousal. "Now."

Your body obeyed before you could even process his demand, every muscle and tendon in your body going taut with a force so intense it was nearly painful. You clenched and spasmed around him, hot, fragrant liquid gushing and squirting around his cock as you came harder than ever before.

"F-fuck," Ushijima groaned, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you as you came undone. He buried his face into your neck, hips stilling as his release spilled deep inside you. He kept pumping his hips, the warm flood of his cum clinging to your walls and filling you so completely.

He held you upright as you both came down from your highs, his breath hot and ragged against your throat. His hand slid over the soft skin of your belly, the other still gently massaging your clit to prolong your orgasm.

It took a moment for you to regain your senses, blinking dazedly as he carefully lowered you onto the couch. You shuddered as he pulled out, a hot rush of his release seeping from your swollen cunt. You winced, the sensation almost painful as you slumped bonelessly into the cushions.

Ushijima knelt before you, olive-hued eyes roving over your thoroughly ravished form as if to assess his work. A faint flush stained his high cheekbones, his dark hair disheveled from your greedy hands and damp with perspiration. He leaned forward, large palm sliding up your inner thigh as he pressed a kiss to the tender flesh of your sex.

You shuddered at the tender gesture, fingers twisting into his hair once more. "Did I... Am I forgiven yet?" you managed to rasp out, wincing slightly at the hoarseness of your voice.

His lips curled into a slight smirk, gaze flashing up at you knowingly. "Not yet," he rumbled, his fingertips stroking lightly over the soft petals of your cunt. "I don't think you've learned your lesson properly just yet. Now, why don't we go upstairs, hmm? I have a few ideas of what I can do to you next..."

[monstrousmuse]

Some of my favourite excerpts from the second part of the interview:

“We know psychologically that Ford is not travelling this path alone. He’s travelling it with his Muse, who he has a very complex and fucked up relationship with. And even in Ford’s private thoughts, he would not say ‘I’m alone’, he would say ‘oh, I have a very important relationship in my life with Bill, but I don’t have a friend. (…) Ford is not alone in his mind, even though he is extraordinarily alone.”

…

“The things that Ford said as McGucket left weren't "I value you and I'm sorry we have a difference of opinion," it was "get the hell out of here you hillbilly, you don't understand science!" (…) He was really cruel to McGucket. He was cold to him, and they did not talk for thirty more years after that.(…) But we knew that if McGucket created the memory gun after their break up, there could be no explanation of it in the journal. (…) And he so wants to please Ford. (…) McGucket doesn't really know what's going on, but he's internalizing and thinking, "I just need to be a better partner.’”

…

“To me, the greatest compliment that I can receive as a creator is somebody saying "this resonated with me." Our goal is to make characters that have a human truth in them (…) My feeling is that the customer is always right. Like, if the character is gay to you, they're gay. (…) That's sort of the magic of fiction.. (…) That's the hope. My feeling is that if we do our job, people feel a truth and they connect to it.”

…

“Ford was a very challenging character to conceive. (…) We knew his job narratively was to give Stan the biggest chip on his shoulder that we could think of. (…) He has to be smarter than Stan. He has to be fitter, and better at fighting than Stan too. He's not gonna be some little shrinking nerd. It would be a pretty fair fight between him and Stan (…) Ford has the formal training, and Stan just has the madness.”

“You know the damage someone's family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. (….) Who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?”

“We came up with this guy who kinda seemed too perfect. He's aloof, and distant, and he's too perfect. And it's like, "oh, I think he's also aloof and distant from himself." (…) I think he is deeply, deeply hiding from his real feelings about things, because at some point early on, he decided that he could run from hurt by achievement and by creation, and has dug that hole so deep that he has no relationships. He doesn't have friendships, he doesn't have romantic relationships, he is someone trapped in a tower of his own mind and estranged.”

“Ford shows none of that. He has sublimated himself romantically so, so deeply. (…) I really thought of Ford kind of like Tesla in that realm.”

-Alex Hirsch, 2023

…

part one

[ramp-it-up]

Anatomy of a Kiss

Summary: You and Logan agree on one thing: you both hate each other. So what happens when you kiss him?

Word count: 4.2 K

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT Not Beta’d. ONE DEADPOOL X WOLVERINE SPOILER AHEAD! Read at your own risk. S MUT! Enemies to lovers; snark to fluff, idiots in love; use of the words stupid, dumb, insipid as insults. Reader's father is either a mobster or a mutant villain, or both; (Reader may or may not be a mutant herself), a couple dark themes and mention of parent death; Reader has Daddy issues; Reader is a thicc girlie; Princess and Old Man as nicknames; there are two slaps; a tipsy kiss; povs switch thorughout the fic. pining; insinuations of masturbation, oral (f receiving), spitting, praise and degredation kink, size kink, creampie, cum play, explicit sex acts, raw p in v (wrap it up) voice kink, this Logan is Dom Logan.

A/N: This was in my soul for a couple of weeks, but I don't feel it's all that great. Here goes. Let me know if you like it by reblogging, liking and commenting please. Thank you. ☺️

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The biggest mistake that Logan Howlett ever made in his life was kissing you back.

Because now he was never going to get you out of his system. 

—--

You were celebrating.

Being being voted best small business owner and philanthropist in the city was a big fucking deal. You decided to let your hair down and let go of your famous self-control and discipline for one night.

And now you were tooted on most of a bottle of Moet and Chandon as you walked back to your high rise apartment from the civic center.

It was a perfect night and you stopped and smiled at the moon, feeling sublime. 

Until you heard his voice.

“Keep moving before I throw you over my shoulder and get you inside myself, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes at your body guard, the only thing your father offered you that you didn’t reject.

Because you weren’t stupid. 

Other than sharing his dna, you were not like your father at all, and you divested yourself of everything that had to do with him.

“What about the penthouse? You kept that.”

Your body felt engulfed as if by flames. You were angry, both at the fact that you’d apparently said all that out loud, and at Logan’s audacity.

“Fuck you, Howlett. The apartment is my mother’s. But she died because of my dad and that’s why he wants to “protect” me.”

You wobbled as you did your air quotes, and you could sense Logan ready to spring to catch you if you fell. You recovered quickly, however, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“But he can't seem to do the one thing that will protect me. Get out of the life. He’s an old man, for heaven’s sake!”

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

“He’s not so old.”

You were in full blown argument mode.

“He’s over 70.”

“Like I said, he’s not so old. And you don’t know so much, little girl. Life is not that simple.”

“I am 32 years old, Mr. Howlett. I am not one of those little girls that fawn all over you. I am a woman.”

You straightened up and you knew that your thick body in the black cocktail dress was banging.

Logan’s eyes reflected your body, although he was staring back into yours. He’d taken it all in earlier.

“You are a teeny, tiny little Princess.”

He was fucking infuriating as he smiled down at you like that. The alcohol made you step to him.

“Someone needs to kiss that insipid smirk off your face, Howlett.”

That stupid eyebrow shot up, and your belly flipped.

Slap. You meant slap, but Logan was quicker than your champagne brain.

“I dare you, Princess.”

—-----

After what happened happened, you hightailed it back to your building, the electricity zapping around the elevator as you stared each other down. As soon as the doors opened, you moved as quickly as your tipsy legs would take through your foyer and living room and down the hallway to your bedroom door.

Logan followed you.

“Princess–”

The door slammed in his face, and he stood there for a good five minutes, restraining himself from knocking it down, before he relented and made his way back to his own room. 

He’d confront you tomorrow (later today), when you were sober.

—-

On the other side of the door, you were thinking of packing your bags and moving to South America. You needed a continent between you and Logan. How in the world had you allowed yourself to give in to a drunken urge that manifested the late night thoughts that you’d had for months? 

You were slipping. Bad.

You absolutely could not face him the next day. You leaned against the door, relieved when you heard him leave, and touched your lips. They still felt as if they were swollen from the kiss. 

You were sobering up now, remembering it. But just a few minutes ago that dare was all you needed to immediately lock your lips onto his. 

You also remembered the way he’d pulled away in shock and stared at your mouth for a beat before he grabbed your hair, pulled you close again, and kissed you so good that your toes curled.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK! Fuck my life!”

You were losing control. And that was not good. Not good at all.

—

Logan couldn’t get you out of his mind. 

And that pissed him off.

He lay in bed, and thought about how, (if he could die) under penalty of death he would never admit just how often he thought about you.

He’d been glad for the room at your place that came with the job; bunking with Wade and Althea was getting real old, real fast. 

But suddenly this arrangement felt too close for comfort.

You didn’t need to know about the fact that the movie playing behind his closed eyelids during his little shower workouts every night was your sexy smile, or the way your ass filled out your jeans. Especially those black ones.

And when he thought about you wearing those jeans with that wrap around shirt that showcased your tits just right. Well, fuck. He’d have gallons of cum for the shower drain.

Nah, you knowing that would only stroke your ego. Somehow, his mind drifted to the other things of yours that needed stroking.

“Oh, Fuck all!”

He sat up and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cigar, reason number 634 why you hated him. 

But if you hated him so much, then why did you kiss him tonight?

—---

Why did you do it? You didn’t even like Logan. In fact you hated him.

Right?

You loathed the way he called you Princess, an obvious reminder that you were a trust fund baby, although you were far from a child, and to spite the fact that you were trying to make your own way.

You hated him from the top of his ridiculous thick hair, to the soles of his huge shit-kicker boot clad feet. You hated how tall and how ripped he was, the way his arm veins threaded atop the muscles there and led the way to his thick, calloused fingers that felt so nice against your skin.

You hated the chest hair that poked out from the top of the tacky tank tops and flannel shirts he always wore underneath the ever present leather jacket, and the way his blue jeans showcased the muscles in his thighs. 

And you absolutely NEVER accidentally gazed at his crotch and ascertained that he was packing.

That would be asinine.

And his stupid face. That was the kicker. Logan’s face would be handsome if he didn’t wear that ridiculous smirk all the time on that mouth that might look nice if he was normal. 

The mouth that felt nice against yours. 

That might feel nice against your…

You groaned around your toothbrush and rolled your eyes at yourself, fully sober now after a quick cold shower. But somehow your body was still warm and buzzing.

What the fuck had you done?

— 

Logan didn’t even like you.

You were bossy, irritating, loud. 

Fuck, you were loud, always chattering away to your customers, always smiling and making them feel at home. 

He absolutely loathed the way you were trying to make your own living, despite the fact that your father was loaded. Running a food truck with the best tacos in town drew hundreds of people every day and giving away a portion of your food to the unhoused every night was what irritated Logan the most. 

More people to watch.

He was sure you did it to surround him with more people to hate. He just knew that you liked pushing his buttons. 

You just reveled in being the anti-Logan.

The more he glared, the more you glowed. 

On fucking purpose.

The kicker was you cranking up the karaoke machine on Thursday nights and belting it out to Journey or REO Speedwagon. It was so annoying. 

Especially the way you closed your eyes and swayed to the music during the bridge. The happy look on your face wasn’t beautiful at all, it was simple, and he didn’t memorize every curve of your face because it was a dumb one.

He couldn’t get away, because he had three months left on the security contract your father signed with him.

It was unfortunate, because you just wouldn’t shut up.

Except when his tongue was in your mouth.

No. 

Even then, you made noises. 

Those delicious little moans that vibrated down his spine and made his dick harder with every second. Moans that made him see visions of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Moans that gave him a waking dream of you giving him head, and…

Fuck, now Logan had a raging hard on and could not sleep for the life of him. 

He really did not like you.

—--

Kissing Logan had you in a tailspin. 

You punched your pillow as you tossed and turned in bed and conjured positive thoughts.

You could forget this.

Pretend it never happened.

Convince yourself that he didn’t taste like heaven and hell and the best fucking thing in a long time.

You could forget.

It was fine.

Everything was just fucking fine. 

All you had to do was completely forget the way he made you feel when he slid his tongue into your mouth. It was easy. 

Except you were wet as fuck. 

“Listen, bitch. You are not doing me any favors right now,” you mumbled to your cunt. 

She didn't care. 

Your pussy just continued to clench on air as if to say, “He’s right down the hall. Let’s just go finish what we started.”

You groaned and tried to smother yourself with your pillow.

It didn’t work.

—-

Logan just kept thinking of the way you stared at him between kisses. Lips parted on a gasp, plump and soft, right before he'd slipped his hand on your neck and kissed you again. Now your taste haunted him.

Logan huffed and put his head in his hands. Flashes of the kiss played like a movie in his head. Finally, he stood up and went to his door, ready to settle this once and for all.

When he opened it, there you were, in just a black camisole and panties, and god, did he want you.

But there was your mouth again.

“I fucking hate you.”

The problem with that was, he could smell you. You might be saying that you hated him, but your body was calling him right now. And Logan’s knees were weak at the power of his lust.

When you looked him in the eye, you licked your lips, your eyes dilated, your nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and your pussy weeping for him, Logan knew it was the end of the line of his self-restraint.

You smelled delicious, like your mandarin orange body wash and your wet-for-him cunt. 

He stepped toward you and you slapped his face, leaving him with a grin on his face.

Then you slapped him again.

“You got it out of your system now? That anger?”

He cocked that damned eyebrow at you and moved even closer. 

“Or is it frustration?”

——

You were in trouble now.

Not because you were scared Logan was going to hurt you.

Just the opposite.

Logan dipped his head to smell at your pulse point, body so close, but never touching you. Your arms went to grab his impossible shoulders and that's when his huge paws grabbed your hips, dragging you further into his room as he backed toward his bed.

He was full on nuzzling your neck now, and your eyes were rolling as the tension between you two was finally ebbing.

The words came tumbling out.

“I’m so fucking angry that you get me so frustrated, you ass..”

You were turning your head toward his, wanting his lips again, on his lap now, crotch sat on his unbuttoned jeans, and refusing to move to ignite the fire.

Logan grunted at you.

“I see that. You’re trying to stare me down even though you are leaking all over me.”

Your body clenched and got wetter at the naming of that fact. You were terrified of what might happen next.

Yet you wanted it so badly.

——

Logan couldn’t wait any more.

He removed one hand from gripping the flesh at your hips that he’d fantasized about for months, to trailing up your cheek to your hair to take off your scarf.

His fingers were in your hair again and your eyelids stuttered as you mouth dropped open for air.

That made him so fucking hard. And it made him want to kiss you again.

He had to know.

“What are you here for, Princess?”

——

His sexy whisper would do you in.

For good.

“I don’t know.”

Logan was staring at you like you were the treasure chest at the end of a quest as you tried to remain as still as possible on his lap. It was so hard.

Logan was so hard beneath you.

“Oh? Let’s run it back to earlier when you weren’t letting that big brain of yours get in the way.”

Frustration surged within you and your mouth got reckless.

“Stop yapping and just do it already.”

——-

“There’s my girl,” Logan growled at you as his dick responded to the challenge and his eyes flashed at your tone.

“Always busting my balls, aren’t you? Need to give that smart mouth something else to do.” 

Before you could reply, Logan’s lips covered yours so perfectly that it was like magnetic puzzle pieces. You fit together and locked. 

Logan’s tongue traced your lower lip and he drew it into his mouth, nibbling, gently at first and then nipping more harshly, causing a gasp and enabling entry. His tongue swiped at yours as he dominated you.

You were not going to win this round.

——

You could only whimper and grab his shoulders tighter as he kissed you. For all that was holy, why did his kisses have to be so damn good?

One of your hands ventured into the thick hair you’d dreamt of feeling between your fingertips and pulled as your desire peaked. Then your palms went to his face as he pulled away and you squirmed as you realized what was about to happen. 

“What are you here for, Princess?”

That question again.

That voice. It rumbled straight to your core and Logan wasn’t letting you off the hook. 

Logan wasn’t letting you up off of him. 

The hardness of his metal button and zipper, but mostly him (oh god he was huge) chaffed your thighs as he sealed his lips over yours again and his hand went from your scalp down your neck and back to your hip again, holding you down to feel him.

You finally moved, smearing your wetness all over your panties and his jeans and Jesus, it felt so good.

——

Logan’s eyes took in all of you in your scanty clothing, following your every movement and when his eyes moved down to your damp panties he swallowed audibly. He clenched his jaw with the strain of holding back.

Logan couldn’t deny that he wanted you. His 200 year old heart felt brand new.

“Mmmmph. Here for this feeling Logan.” 

Your voice was the greatest symphony. His stomach clenched when you looked him in the eye.

“I’m here for you.”

You leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek with your nose, then whispered a demand in his ear.

“Touch me, Logan.”

Without thinking, but instinctively careful of you, Logan’s claws extended, shredding the sides of your panties and rendering them in pieces. 

“Fuck!”

You gasped as he stood up with you in his retracted grip and threw you on the bed, the scraps of your underwear abandoning you.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he was so weak for you. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed as he ran his rough hands up and down your legs.

——-

“I’m touching you, now what?”

He spoke to you, but he was looking at the juncture of your thighs, at the well-manicured hair there, all casual, as if he weren’t teasing the hell out of you.

You had something for him.

“If you don’t know what to do, then I’ll show you.”

You reached up and took off your camisole and Logan’s eyes raked upwards and widened at the sight of what you were holding, which was your breast in one hand, as you pinched and rolled your own nipple. Your other hand trailed down your body as your legs fell open to give yourself access to your clit, which you had the nerve to play with in front of Logan’s face. 

——

Now he was the one who was angry.

Logan snarled, then batted your hand away.

“Careful Princess. Don’t poke the Wolverine.”

His hands tightened on your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he was.

———

Logan leaned down, his hot breath ghosting your pussy as he looked up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. 

You couldn’t let the moment get too tender.

“What if the Wolverine wants to poke–”

Logan’s hand covered your mouth, cutting you off at just the moment he licked a long, hot, wet stripe up the center of you and then pursed his lips around your clit to suck at you ruthlessly.

Your smart ass remark was forgotten as a moan bubbled up into your throat. Logan took his hand away once it was clear that you couldn’t talk anymore, or at least that your capacity for sass had diminished. 

You were leaning up on your elbow and watching him feast on you, convulsing with each swipe of his broad tongue and each pull on your clit.

As mesmerized as you were at his skill, you managed to brush his thick dark hair away from his eyes so that he could see properly. You didn’t want anything getting in the way of the best head you’d ever received.

——-

Logan’s hands were now palming the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten; you were practically sitting on his fingers. For him, you tasted even better than you smelled. He couldn’t believe it.

He looked up at you incredulously, watching your breasts moving with each heave of your lungs trying to capture air, and your mouth open to capture it. He met your eyes and frowned at you as he reached down and stroked his pulsing cock.

“What’s wrong?”

“The fucking Cuties you eat all day long. They got you tasting like a fucking orange. ‘S fucking impossible.”

He yanked you closer and buried his face between your legs. You made those cute little noises with every swipe of his tongue, and he licked and sucked until you convulsed in his hands, screaming.

You were still trying to catch your breath before he was on you, licking and suckling your hard and soft breasts.

“Damn,” you murmured as Logan swiped his thick, bulbous head into your entrance and meeting resistance, “You’re so fucking huge Logan.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that phrase, but coming from you it hit different. His chest puffed with pride.

Logn smiled into your neck, inhaling your scent and growling against your skin.

“Don’t be scared, Princess. I’ll make it feel good for you. I should be more worried than you are. I’m gonna split you open, but you are about to shatter me into a thousand pieces.”

He didn't mean to tell you the absolute truth. But he had.

Logan knew there was no coming back from this for him.

——

You shuddered at the words which were breathed over your skin.

Logan trailed the tip of his tongue up the side of your neck the looked you in the eye. It was too much.

You lowered your gaze and he chuckled, making you sigh when he tugged on your lobe with his teeth and started pushing inside you. It was slow, but sensual and somehow still desperate. 

With each increment of himself that he gave you, you felt destroyed, yet you wanted more. You clutched at his chest as you widened your legs for him, as if that would help.

“No one else has ever made me feel this way. Hurts so good, Logan. More. Please?”

The question was, were you just talking about his penis?

——-

You begging him made Logan want to cry as he slipped further inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both shuddered, you at the sensation of such fullness, and him at the way you were so snugly and warmly wrapped around him.

“Fuck! Princess. Should have known you would be hot and tight. But I wasn’t ready.”

Logan wasn’t ready for you at all.

—-

His pupils were completely blown and the look on Logan’s face made you clench down even tighter as he stroked deeper into you. 

“Y-yess, feels so good.” 

You felt like liquid in his arms. Your hands moved over his shoulders as you hitched your thigh around his hips. He ran his hand up your thigh and around to your leg, holding you in place as he began to pound into you harder.

You whispered a confession into his ear.

“I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” 

Logan lifted his head from watching his cock destroy you, his brow arched in surprise. 

“You’ve dreamt about me?” 

You bit your lip and nodded, all of a sudden feeling shy. 

“At night after a tense night between us, I’d go to my room and imagine that you’d follow me to…shut me up.”

Your lashes fanned your face as you smirked.

“Oh yeah?”

Logan swiveled his hips and you gasped. He was lighting you up from the inside.

“Sounds like a cool dream, Princess,” he said, leaning down to your ear.

“But you’re talking far too much in reality.”

And he began snapping his hips at a frenzied pace, causing your back to arch and your mouth to fall open, leaving you moaning until you screamed with your orgasm.

You couldn’t talk; hell you couldn’t even think when he was going like this.

——

At this point, there was no more finesse; Logan was stroking in and out of you, almost completely leaving you and reentering just to feel that sensation again. The way his fat cockhead breached you was like no other feeling in the world.

Your arched back was displaying your breasts to him at a perfect angle. It inspired something within him.

“Look at you Princess. All gorgeous and fucked out and taking this cock for me. All dumb now. Bet you like not having to think so much. Just take it like the good little slut you are for me, yeah?”

His filthy commentary made the coil in your belly snap, and you came like a freight train, squeezing him so much that he had pull out to keep from coming himself.

He kissed you as you could only whimper in protest. Logan felt a warmth blooming in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time, if at all, as you lay melted in his arms.

He couldn’t wait to be back inside you.

“Can’t tell you how many times I dreamt about having you under me just… like… this….”

And he slid back home.

“Mmm… those lips down there suck my tip so well, how will these lips do?”

Logan’s thick thumb was in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around it to show him what your mouth could do. He groaned and pried your mouth open with his hand.

“Keep it open and do what I say.”

——-

The band was tightening in your belly again. You knew what was coming and nearly came again when Logan spit into your mouth. The orgasms were blending together now.

“Swallow.”

You did, and Logan thrust into you hard an deep while thrumming your clit. That was all it took for you to cum again and this time, you gushed around him, making a mess on his bed.

He looked down in disbelief and laughed with glee, handling you like a fuck doll to do with as he pleased.

That's when you realized that you loved being used by him.

“Bet ya didn’t dream you’d be such a dirty little slut for me, did ya, Princess?”

——

Logan realized that he was your slut, too. He was lost to your sounds, the sight of your beautiful lust drunk face, and the feeling of your cunt squeezing him with multiple orgasms now.

He started tracing urgent circles on your clit again.

“Look at me.”

That’s when you said the most beautiful words to him.

“So fucking good L-Logan. Cum inside me. Please. ‘M on the pill.”

“Music to… my fucking.. ears….”

——

Logan’s fingers moved to your shoulders, holding you captive as he stroked deeper and harder. His harsh breaths in your ear increased, the most erotic sound in the world.

You clamped down on him and he growled, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, the warm wave of fluid combing and causing a lovely, filthy mess.

It was so satisfying.

And you couldn’t let it lie.

——

He pulled out and stared at the ceiling in disbelief, before looking over at you to find you playing in his cum and licking your fingers, leaning over to give him a taste on your lips.

“What? You tired, Old Man?”

He shook his head and laughed as his cock came back to life.

Kissing you back had been the biggest mistake of his life.

He was never going to get you out of his system.

And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

-----

You shivered as Logan loomed over you, with that damned eyebrow cocked and that smirk on his face.

“Oh Princess. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Then Logan grabbed you and kissed you again.

——

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[madschiavelique]

Hi Ily

Miguel who says he doesn’t want kids after gabriella but secretly tries to breed reader 🤭 breeding press, ass up head down, missionary but he holds knees up to readers chest afterwards for a minute? Anytime reader confronts this he denies it LOL lowkey gaslighting them

GN reader tyyy

aww ily too nony !! hope u like it hehehe

summary : miguel said he didn't want kids after gabriella... but sectrely tries to breed you content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, breeding kink, scent kink (miguel can smell reader's ovulating), gn!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 627 tag list : @fandom-ash

A moan washed through your hot breath against Miguel's cheek as he thrust into you once more, making you feel as if he were buried even deeper within you.

Your calves rested on his shoulders while your knees were on either side of your head, grazing your ears.

"Miguel-" you swallowed as your voice caught in your throat, "I'm too full."

But that was all he was looking for.

Miguel had raised your hips, pressed your legs against you to drive his cock even deeper into you. He had to touch you to the core, make sure his cum would fill you completely and guarantee that you would bear his children.

You were already full, but he had to go on and finish one more time, as much for his own pleasure as to make sure you'd end up pregnant.

He could already picture you, your rounded belly that he caressed and kissed as you carried the fruit of his success inside you.

His chest was pressed against the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers gripping one of them firmly as he moved down to kiss your neck before only pulling his head back to admire the view.

He had before him the most sublime vision of all, your gaze all hazy and dumb fucked, breasts pressed and cunt just taking him perfectly.

His pupils turned red, his rhythm quickening while he let out low grunts as he came to kiss you.

He couldn't think of anything else, his only thoughts all focused on breeding you. He had to make sure you were full enough so that, if he pressed down on your belly, hi cum would drip out of you excessively.

Your mouth whimpering his name, your nails tracing long lines down his back and leaving crescent moon marks in his arm, your smell...

You were ovulating, and that's what made it so uncontrollable. That plump, warm, irresistible smell - how could he control himself when you smelled like that? You were ready for him, your body itself caressing his deepest instincts.

Your walls were so warm, enveloping him to perfection.

"Take it all in," he growled as he felt himself coming, accelerating harder inside you.

He bit into your neck, licking the trail he'd left. His scent mingling with yours was just so exceptional, he couldn't get rid of it, and didn't want to : it felt like pure heaven.

He grunted with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, feeling his cum filling you all warm once more as you moaned at the sensation.

He came to press his forehead to yours, breathing open-mouthed before coming to kiss you, not moving from the position. He was still buried deep in you, making sure you stayed full and nothing came out.

"Are you... trying to get me pregnant?" you murmured against him, still breathless as Miguel nuzzled his head into your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

He bit his lip and wrinkled his nose. He knew well that you suspected his convictions about not wanting any more children were dubious.

"Don't you like being so full of me, mami?" he'd asked, hoping to deflect the conversation.

"I do, but-" he came to kiss you, cutting you off.

"But what?" his voice was calm, honeyed.

"You said-" but he interrupted you again.

"What I said didn't matter." he sighed as he kissed your cheek, grinning against it as he came back to face you. "But what matters more to me now is that you admitted to liking it."

He raised your hips a little higher even than before, bringing his fingers against your clit which drew a moan from you.

"Then you won't mind if I continue."

Good things can always be overindulged.

[mirohlayo]

LIP BALM

( Lando notices that your lips are chapped, so he fixes that. )

warning : none, just pure fluff, all fluffy

note : i'm in love with this one cuz my lips are always chapped

word count : 927

You finish spreading the cream on your face, before closing the lid on the already half-finished pot. The tap water flows as you lather a bar of sweet-smelling soap in your hands.

You hear the door to your apartment close with a loud thud, indicating that your boyfriend has returned from his round of golf with a few of his close friends. A faint smile appears on your face when you hear Lando call you in a soft voice.

"Baby, I'm back. Where are you?" He asks you in a calm manner and his footsteps seem to trace every inch of your living room. You let out a small laugh, knowing full well that Lando can't wait to see and kiss his girlfriend. “In the bathroom” You reply simply.

And not a second later, the door suddenly opens to reveal your boyfriend all smiles, his eyes admiring you with tenderness and affection. He can't help but giggle when he sees his pretty girl, just like you can't hide your gaping, silly smile. He then leaves the door handle to approach you.

His arms come delicately around your waist, as he squeezes it gently. He lets himself be transported by the softness and graceful beauty of your face, his look as loving as ever. “You're beautiful baby” He said in a low voice to address this compliment to you and only you.

Your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, your smile growing bigger, as his eyes slowly drift to your lips. You thought he was going to kiss you, like he does every time he comes back from a long day, but when he stops on your lips, it's his eyebrows that furrow.

You're confused for a little while. “Your lips are chapped, princess” He remarks, while naturally running his thumb over the bottom of your lip. "I know. I always have chapped lips, I hate it" You answer in such a way that Lando can effortlessly guess that you're used to having this dead skin on your lips.

His hands come to rest on your hips, as he presses a light kiss to your temple. His arms tighten the grip he has around you, pulling your body closer to his. “Wait, I'll fix that” You say suddenly, pulling back to get out of his grip, but his arms hold you so tightly that he comes to trap you in his embrace again.

You smile shyly at the action, and then you try as best you can to open the small drawer under the sink. After reaching there, your eyes finally fall on the little blue lip balm placed at the bottom of the drawer, hidden between several other skin products. You grab it quickly and close the drawer with your elbow.

Lando examines the small blue object between your fingers, understanding that it is indeed a lip balm. You then remove the cap from the tube to apply the product to your lips, but a hand grabs the object before you can bring it to your lips.

"Let me do it for you, sweetheart.” Your boyfriend delicately holds the tube in his hands, and you let yourself do so since you know that he will never give up applying balm to your lips. With his fingers, he carefully lifts your chin so that your head is higher, and accompanied by soft and careful gestures, he applies a generous layer of balm to your pink lips.

His eyebrows furrow slightly and his lips purse, signs that he is focused on his task. You can't help but admire his beautiful blue eyes, his shiny curly hair, the beauty spots on his tanned skin. He is just sublime.

He continues to apply product to you, then he stands up and stops the contact of the balm on your lips by putting the cap back on the tube. "All done. Much better." He smiled to himself, proud of himself. You rub your lips together to disperse the balm evenly.

“Thank you, Lan” You tell him simply. Then, the corner of his lips stretches to form a smirk. “Wait, I have chapped lips too” He announces while looking at you mischievously. Your eyes drift to his lips as you try to grab the lip balm from his hand. “I’ll put some on you too then” You offer.

“I have a better idea than that, princess” And without further ado, he presses his lips against yours. His hands come to caress your hips with their thumbs, while his arms close to bring you closer to him. He delicately and tenderly moves his lips on yours, in order to spread the balm of your lips on his. He is careful with his gestures, there is simply love and affection escaping from this kiss.

Then he pulls back, pleasantly surprised and above all amused to see your face so red and embarrassed. He smiled shyly, his cheeks also taking on a rosy tint. He rubs his lips together, reveling in the neutral scent of the balm. “I think our lips are hydrated enough as it is” You finally say shyly.

“I don’t think so, baby.” His lips come to rest on yours again in a quick kiss. “I think I love it when your lips are chapped.” He places another light kiss. "I just want to kiss them. I want to kiss you."

And with those words, he ends up pulling you into another deep and passionate kiss, which ends with a cuddle session under the covers of your bed.

[raitonsfw]

Hi I’d like to request for Dazai x fem!gf reader and ab that Dazai couldn’t get the thoughts off of his mind since the night before reader allowed him to finish inside for the first time in their relationship and it’s just kinda got him weird ( not in a bad way ) but in a way he wants to do it again until he dies? Also breeding kink? Thank you,

𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞

synopsis: Dazai had pleaded day after day to let him cum inside you and you were always so worried about the consequences, a simple ‘no’ leaving your mouth every single time. But the one time you say yes after he begged for it, yearning for it from the very depths of his arousal, Dazai becomes absolutely obsessed with breeding you. And the next day is nothing but new territory for you as he pushes you to your limit, over and over again…and well, guess it’s time to start shopping for the nursery.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut (holy fuck y’all), fem!reader, needy-fucked out-desperate!dazai, breeding kink, cunnilingus, cum eating, creampies (a lot of them), squirting, overstimulation, dubcon, slight masturbation (dazai), dirty talk, yearning, begging, desperation, rough p in v, many positions (missionary, doggy style, mating press), dazai has insane stamina, talks of having children, four rounds (probs unrealistic but who cares?), aftercare, pet names (baby, princess, darling, my love)

a/n: i got really really really carried away, my bad. Fr my sex probably wrote this instead of my mind, im so ashamed of myself. anywho, enjoy my version of breedy dazai! wc: 1.5k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

“Please, Y/N, one more time.” You heard Dazai beg in your ear, his cock sliding into your already abused cunt and you let out a tiny bruised noise. “I promise it’ll be the last round.”

How did you get like this exactly? Underneath him for what felt like an eternity with cum and your squirt dripping down the backs of your thighs and pooling thick against the bedsheets? You knew it had something to do with last night, but your mind was so hazy you couldn’t quite puzzle the pieces together. 

“Can I, baby? Please, just one time.” “Fuck, ‘M so close, need to cum so badly.” You remembered Dazai groaning last night, the memory finally faltering up in your mind. And of course, you weren’t thinking– you said ‘yes’, moaned, practically whined for his seed as his dick drilled into your sweet spot over and over and over– You should’ve thought it through but as you heard the telltale grunts from Dazai, burying his head into your chest with a heady moan, your senses became distorted and you begged for him to fill you up.

And he sure fucking did his job too, ropes of cum spurting against your cervix as he stilled inside you, pressing up against it harshly. You couldn’t feel anything else but his cum at the time, it was so wet and so warm inside you as your entire body went numb– and your mind too. You definitely thought once or twice about having his kids but that fortunately brought you back from your sublime wanting, reaching down for Dazai’s hand and squeezing it tightly as he shuddered against you.

You remembered his face when he pulled out, his cock damp with your arousal and the tip wet with remnants of the cum he fucked inside of you and you could see something whirling through his brain as he sat there for a second on his haunches, collecting himself. Dazai had watched his cum drip out of you and run down your folds like it was some sort of prize he had won– and was waiting for it to be given to him. Before you blink off the orgasm that had piled through you, his tongue had caught wind of your leaking cunt and you arched your back off the bed, clutching the brunette’s strands with a whimper.

“Dazai–!” 

“Mm?” He had looked up at you, with those precious eyes of his still completely clouded with lust and you let out a sharp moan as he plunged his tongue into you, lapping at all the cum he had filled you with. It was possibly the hottest thing you ever witnessed in your life as his bandaged arms came to rub at the sides of your hips, his mouth moving skillfully against your folds and you felt his tongue curl to get every drop. Dazai tasted you through yet another orgasm, it wracking your body with immense pleasure and once you unclenched from his pointed tongue, he crawled onto you with a fervent kiss.

“What’s gotten into you, my love?” You had asked him once you managed to pull away, carefully rubbing down the extent of his chest, soothing the small scars that shrouded the frailness of his figure.

“Nothing, princess. I just really wanted to taste you.” 

And maybe breed you. Dazai didn’t know what to do– ever since he had felt your pussy clench around him as he leaked into you– finally filled you up with his cum, his mind had been constantly begging for it again. The entire next day you were gone, he had been at a loss for words– his dick awfully hard in the confines of his trousers as he paced around the living room in distress. He tried to get himself off, slicking his hand up and down his cock with heavy intent on finishing… but he wanted to finish inside you– it drove him nearly mad as the precum bubbled at his tip but never truly let him release.

He waited for you all day, all fucking day and when you walked in; you were basically jumped. He hauled you over his shoulder with a kiss and a promise, something you were so deftly aware of and you got excited– you wanted to see what he had in store. Your boyfriend was quite theatrical, you could say; sometimes he’d end up with his hands tied in his own worn out bandages and other times, you’d end up with marks in places you didn’t even know he could reach. Very eccentric was your Dazai, the master of heeding your sex like it was dessert served on a silver platter.

And oh, that’s right– you’ve been in three different fucking positions now. The first time, you two didn’t even make it to the bed; he threw you against the plush pillows of the sofa and ripped open your blouse like it was a present, mouthing at the lacey bra you wore underneath. His fingers snaked into your panties like second nature, finding your clit and rubbing against it to warm her up. And a few minutes later, he sunk into you with a groan as you sucked him into your tight heat. And guess what he had started to beg as soon as started to thrust deep inside you?

“Baby, please can I cum inside again? Would mean the world ‘t me… I wanna–” And your response had been the same as the night before. A yearning yes, complete with a moan of his name to spur him on even more.

You could feel the cum seeping out of you as he laid you down onto the edge of the bed, the second round much more languid than the first. Dazai rolled his hips into you, peppering kisses down your chest and through the crevices of your neck and all you could do was push back against him in earnest as another orgasm crept up, threatening to burst in your nerves and it overtook you with a tremble. He came with a whimper of your name, seemingly more desperate than before, his eyes glancing down to your cramped pussy and watching the cum ooze out of you.

“Need you still, can we go another round?” 

You were flipped onto your tummy, his hand pushing against it so you can get into the position he needed you in– on your hands and knees, with your back arched beautifully to show the swell of your ass. Before you could complain about feeling weak, he plunged into you. Your knees nearly collapsed in on themselves, but Dazai held you up with the hand on your tummy and plowed into you like it was his last day on Earth. And yet again, you chased your overwhelming orgasm as he bruised your cervix with every thrust. 

This time was different as a wave of heat rushed over you– some type of pressure you’ve never felt before and you couldn’t even warn him as you squirted all over his cock with a shaky cry. You tightened around him, pulling his third orgasm from him inadvertently. “H-Holy shit, baby…”

And that’s how you got here, with Dazai pleading in your ear for one more fucking round. 

You were in another position now; he moved you into a mating press and your legs shook with overstimulation as he held onto them. You honestly weren’t sure if you could cum a fourth time and it was the same with Dazai, but all he wanted you to do was milk him dry. He never expressed it to you, but you knew in the back of your mind that you made him into this monster, this goddamn fucker who wouldn’t stop til his cock leaked out nothing.

“Doing so good for me, darling. S-So fucking good. Wanna breed this pussy, till you're so full– till you have no choice but to have my children.” His eyes were rolling back as you stared up at him with dazed eyes, his words hitting you just right and your brain short-circuited with such a dangerous desire. His entire body had started to shake from overexertion and his praises were babbled on his tongue, stuttering along with his hips and you clenched around him as he thrusted into you and you felt like everything was falling apart around you. You saw stars as you came one last time, your vision blacking out as you arched into Dazai’s chest. 

He followed shortly after and as he came, nearly nothing came out but he still tried to fuck it into you anyway. Dazai let your legs fall against the bed as he pulled out, kissing everywhere he could reach in the process. “Did so well, my love. Was so perfect for me, I love you so much.” 

The praises didn’t stop for a while, even as he carried you to the bath and let you soak first before he even dared to try to fit in beside you. Dazai changed the sheets as you caressed the marks on your skin, bubbles soaping up the bruises and you whined out for him a few minutes later. He came running when you did so, making sure you were alright and you clinged onto his arm, unwrapping his bandages with a graceful twist. “Get in with me…” 

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[bohemianblasphemy]

things castiel would do bc i said so ✨

N/SFW

SFW:

- oh castiel. you are such a cutie.

- before being with you, he would continuously stare at you from afar. he’d pine over you always thinking he was being subtle, but in reality he’d just sit or stand there gawking at you. if you’re speaking to him, he will be staring at you intensely to make sure you know that he’s listening.

- would use pebbling to show you he’s interested in you- but absolutely doesn’t know what to give you.

“y/n… i have got you something.”

*places a pair of sunglasses he found at a petrol station on the counter*

“thanks cas?”

*grins*

- dean would witness his attempt and tell him to get you flowers, or something that related to your interests.

- he asks for advice from sam and dean about pursuing you, sam being actually helpful and dean just… being dean.

- when he’d ask you on a date, he couldn’t contain his happiness when you said yes (reminiscent of Ken in Barbie going around the corner yelling “SUBLIME!”)

- will watch rom-coms and replicate what he sees on the screen.

- your first kiss on my gosh… it was as if fireworks went off in his head. he couldn’t get enough and will kiss you at any given opportunity.

- very protective of you, like… astronomically protective.

- he’s quite affectionate and likes to be physically near you. loves to hold your hand, have a hand around your waist- just to feel your warmth against him.

- as he doesn’t sleep, he will watch over you- admiring your sleeping frame and listening to your heartbeat, holding you as you cuddle into him.

NSFW:

- this man… whew.

- he will need to be shown what to do, but once he gets the hang of it? you’re seeing stars, tasting colours.

- he’s a very gentle lover, so eager to please you. he constantly asks how you feel and if he’s doing good, doesn’t want to hurt you.

- he’s not super loud, but he will make grunts and moans as he cums.

- “is this okay? does it feel good? p-please tell me it feels good…”

“gosh… you feel s-so amazing…”

- he loves oral, giving and receiving, but he loves receiving more. don’t get me wrong he goes down and ravishes you like there’s no tomorrow. when he feels your mouth around his cock he gets so overstimulated but he cannot get enough of it and always wants more.

- praise kink praise kink praise kink. he worships your body and the things he’d say??? absolutely euphoric.

- uses his grace to pleasure you in many different ways. enough said.

- has pressed you against the wall pizza man style more than once (and it works every single time.)

[idlesuperstar]

Donald was the best partner in movies I ever had. We were brothers and we loved each other. We had such a deep, sublime chemistry. There was nothing intellectual about it, just this amazing natural harmony. I first met him in the commissary at 20th Century Fox when Robert Altman told us to have lunch together after I’d been cast in M*A*S*H. At first I thought: I don’t think this guy likes me. But it was just the opposite. The thing was: we were such opposites. I’m a Jew from Brooklyn and he was a Canadian from Nova Scotia. But it was perfection: never any conflict, just bread and butter – a relationship that felt like a miracle. Making M*A*S*H made us immediately close because while everyone else was working with Bob Altman, we worked for Bob Altman. He kept us a little segregated. We were both really unsure about the improvisation, the direction of the movie and Bob’s approach in general. Donald was hired well before me, but once I signed on we had the same deal: no less than second billing, and the same money. Later in production, Richard Zanuck, who was at that time running 20th Century Fox, said they wanted to give me first billing. I thought: “Oh that’s a nice honour. But Donald is my friend! I’m not going to be opportunistic – he was here first and should have first billing and I’ll stay in second place.” That’s what Donald meant to me. I never told him about that. A few years later, I turned down the screenplay for the movie that became S*P*Y*S, about two bumbling CIA agents. Then Donald called and said: “Would you do it with me?” And I said: “Oh that’s a different story. Of course!” On the first day of shooting in London, we drove to work together and he said: “What do you think of the script?” I rolled the window down, threw it out and said: “It’s a piece of junk. The only way this will work is if we swap parts.” But the producers could not digest that, so we just did the picture. Yet we did bring some of our own ideas to the table. There wasn’t an ending, for instance - so Donald and I agreed that we would just walk up the road with our backs to the camera and sing Side By Side. We worked together and we succeeded together, but we didn’t socialise very much – though having the opportunity to develop a relationship with some of his family was a total joy. Once, Donald was making a movie in the Bahamas and I came to visit because I had a week off from making The Long Goodbye and was interested in his leading lady, Jennifer O’Neill. Kiefer, his son, was five or six and Donald introduced us. Kiefer wanted me to stay, so when I said goodbye, I said: “Kiss me, Kiefer.” He had an ice cream cone in his hand and put it on my face – he kissed me with his cone. Donald was a true human being – and not all of us are. He could identify with any of us. His presence and his nature, his life and his mind are an asset for everyone. We all come and go physically, but as a being, he was really special and unique. I don’t put anything in the past. With me, it’s all in the present. My feeling is that for as long as I am living, Donald will be with me. I have no doubt about that, and I’m not being sentimental. I can see Donald now. I will see Donald for ever.

Elliot Gould - Donald Sutherland remembered by Keira Knightley, Elliott Gould, Ralph Fiennes and more in The Guardian

[bucktommyscones]

Devout

for Day 1 of @bucktommypositivityweek - Things they love about each other.

bucktommy - Words: 675 - Rating: M - Complete

Buck wraps his arms around Tommy’s neck as Tommy buries his face in Buck’s shoulder. He takes a deep, deep breath and says, “Wow.” He can feel the vibrations of Tommy’s laugh. “A ringing endorsement.” “Oh, always,” Buck says emphatically and when Tommy goes to move off of him, he tightens his hold, wraps his legs around Tommy’s hips again, and holds on. He loves this. He loves everything about Tommy, but this... It’s the way he got to come to Tommy’s house, which feels far more like home than his loft ever has. It’s the way Tommy was excited to see him, it’s the way he fills him, covers him, kisses him, and touches him...it’s almost sublime. Every aspect of their relationship is something to be savored. Buck knows that he has had great sex before, but this, what he has with Tommy is true intimacy. Someone he can make love to and laugh with all in the same time span. The thing is, he hasn’t told Tommy any of this. Not yet. It’s only been four months and he’s spent a hell of a lot of time wondering just when he can tell Tommy all of this, tell him that he loves him, but he’s got him in his arms and well, he can’t hold it in anymore. “I’m not crushing you?” Tommy mumbles against him and Buck runs his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. “No,” he says softly. “Hey, can I tell you something?” Tommy leans far enough back to look him in the eye. “Of course. Everything okay?” “Oh yeah,” Buck insists, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him. He’s still got his legs wrapped around Tommy’s hips so he can’t go far. “Everything’s great, I just...I...I love this, you know? I love coming to your place and knowing you’re here. I love the way you kiss me hello. I love the way you got me out of my clothes like I’m something precious-” “-you are,” Tommy insists gently. Buck smiles. “I love the way you kissed every single part of me like you couldn’t get enough-” “-I can’t-” “I can’t get enough of you either, but my point is, uh, if that wasn’t quite clear is that I love you. Like, I’m ridiculously head-over-heals for you.” Tommy's smile is soft, but bright, crinkling the corners of his eyes and scrunching his nose in a way Buck always finds totally irresistible. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Buck says, remembering a night four months ago when they said those words when Tommy was looking for confirmation and found his courage and more when Buck kissed him back. “Evan,” Tommy whispers, searching Buck’s face, like he’s looking for confirmation then too and Buck hopes he’s giving it. He knows he is when Tommy leans forward and up and kisses his birthmark. “I love you too,” Tommy says simply. Like it’s not even something he has to think about. “Hmm,” Buck breathes. “Know what else I love?” Tommy chuckles, fond and happy. “What?” Without any warning, Buck braces himself and flips them over so that he’s on top. He buries his face in Tommy’s neck, sucks a bruise there. “I really, really love the way you say my name,” he whispers lowly into Tommy’s ear, gratified when Tommy shivers against him. “Wanna see how often I can get you to say it tonight?” “Please,” Tommy whispers and Buck won’t deny him anything. He moves down Tommy’s body, kissing every piece of skin he sees. When he gets to his goal, he hears it, deep and guttural, like a prayer. ”Evan.”

[very-straight-blog]

It really tires me how some fans try to make Aegon look like an asshole who doesn't give a shit about anything. This is a fundamental misunderstanding of his character as such. Of course he cares, that's literally the essence of his personality. He cares. He and Aemond both feel too much emotion, but if Aemond sublimates into self–improvement, trying to be strong, cold and detached, then Aegon is literally an open wound. I want to talk about this, also using Tom's interviews (yes, I think the actor's opinion is valid in this matter) and the few scenes that we have in the first season.

We know that Aegon didn't want the throne and wasn't ready to rule. The scene with Alicent, who explains to him the prospects for the future of their family, seems very traumatic to me. Imagine what it's like to know from your childhood that the lives of people close to you depend on you, on how strong you'll be. Such a burden can destroy anyone. You can't just ignore it.

Next, we're shown how Aegon drinks on Driftmark. And that's a pretty sad sight - several cups in a row, wincing, as if taking a medicine that will help him to feel better.

Actually, I like the theory that he gets drunk after Aemond says that Helaena is his future queen. Another reminder that he'll have to marry his own sister, for whom he has no feelings. And he drinks because he tries to numb his pain.

The same goes for his obviously unhealthy attitude towards sex - he uses it to numb his loneliness. I believe that Aegon literally didn't have the opportunity to feel what love is in any form. His father disliked him and showed it openly. His mother loved him, but she never knew how to express it the way he needed to. He was married to his sister (the tragedy for both of them) and it was a matter of duty, not feelings. At the time of the first season, Aegon is deeply unhappy and this is obvious. I have every reason to believe that his need for physical intimacy is based on the fact that this is the only form of love he can receive. Considering that Aegon is quite smart, I even think that he himself understands how ugly this form is, but there's nothing he can do. During the act, I guess in some unhealthy way it really saves him from loneliness, longing and the need to be loved, but in the end it makes him even more unhappy.

Then it's impossible not to remember the eighth episode and the famous:

It's still clear that family is important to him. Yes, he feels like a stranger among his relatives, but it hurts him just because he cares. He cries and says "it will never be enough for you or father" because he wants it to be enough. He still loves them and wants them to love him back.

"What Aegon wants more than anything is to be told by his dad ‘I have faith in your capabilities as a young man. I see you bringing prosperity to King’s Landing.’ But he hasn’t said any of those things. His dad has completely ignored him, in fact, throughout his entire youth." (с) Tom Glynn-Carney for Esquire

Next, we can move on to episode nine and the fact that Aegon ran away. I've seen a lot of opinions that this is an indicator of selfishness and like...what? He was scared. This follows from the script:

He was scared, he'd never leave his family, much less Sunfyre. It was a decision made in a panic when he realized that his father had died and the moment he had feared all his life had come - he needed to accept the crown to protect his family.

During the conversation in the carriage, we see that Aegon was really hurt that his father didn't love him:

He even said "because he didn't like me" when talking about his father's attitude towards him. He didn't use the word "love" because it was obvious to him that his father didn't love him. He used the word "like", unknowingly emphasizing that he couldn't count on even simple sympathy.

He's also well aware that Viserys could have named him the heir, but didn't do so simply because he didn't want to and because of this, he - the eldest son, feels unworthy of the throne, and also completely lost.

When Alicent tells him that Viserys wanted to make him the heir before his death, an emotional dam breaks inside him, it's literally written in the script:

And at this moment, looking at the dagger, he's not even listening to Alicent, he's completely in his thoughts - maybe, at least for a second, his father cared about him. And when he asks his mother if she loves him, we see how much he craves love, how broken he really is, how important his family is to him.

I know this post is insanely long and I haven't even analyzed the various microexpressions in Tom's acting, but I'm really tired of people wanting to make Aegon something pure evil.

"I also see Aegon as being incredibly complex. He's not an out-and-out psychopath. I see a multilayered character that just has endless potential of pits of vulnerability and empathy and things that we don't see. I think it's his vulnerability that breeds the darkness. It's the way he copes, it's his security, it's his safety blanket, it's an addictive coping mechanism for him to shut things out and to be cold." (с) Tom Glynn-Carney for Entertainment Weekly

[kisilinramblings]

The list of ML S6 episodes title has appeared and it feels like it is the real deal.

I know others have written about it, but here is my analysis and speculations based on the episode title down below.

Enjoy!

601 - Climatiqueen Sounds like Stormy Weather got an upgrade (her french name is Climatika). Nice little nod to the pilot of the previous arc too.

602 - Dessinatriste A nod to "le Dessinateur" (Evillustrator)? With this time the adjective "triste" (sad) included in this new name. Although, it could be a girl character as the name does sound like the feminine form (Dessinatrice).

603 - Sublimation Sublimation is the superpower name of the Rooster, so the episode might be about Marc, but it could also be the name of the olympic themed Akumatized we can see in the S6 sneak peak that was going around. The audio said she is looking for people to be the better version of themselves. Sublime is a word to qualify high morals and esthetic qualities. Could also be a kid-friendly introduction to what Sublimation is in psychanalysis if it has any value left. Sublimation is about transforming impulses into more productive behaviors.

604 - Daddycop Most probably a nod to Rogercop. An episode about Sabrina's relation with her father perhaps? On a side note, the title reminds me of the Daddy Cool song.

605 - Papys Garous Papi (or Papy, both writting are accepted) is a casual and affectionate term for someone to talk about their grandfather. So Papa-Garou (Weredad) but also involving at least Marinette's grandfather. Because Papy is plural here. Does Tom consider himself to be an old man?

606 - Princesse Syren Ondine as Syren is getting an upgrade as well.

607 - El Toro de Piedra Sounds like Ivan will be involved in that one. After all, he has the Ox Miraculous and his akumatization was called Stoneheart. Although the Spanish is new. Perhaps the akumatized will be a relative of Ivan?

608 - Vampigami I think everyone's first thought was seeing Kagami as a Vampire. Is Kagami a fan of either Dracula or the Twilight series? Considering it is canon that she read romance mangas (Glaciator 2), I wouldn't be surprised for the latter. Still, we did have an episode before that did end with "gami" but wasn't about Kagami (Optigami which was a portmanteau of Optic and Origami).

609 - Monsieur Agreste This feels like a follow up to the Gabriel Agreste episode from S4. Is someone pretending to be Gabriel? Or could it be the Adrien's grandparents episode that was hinted by Gloob? Or is Argos involved?

610 - Le Château Noir I know the speculations are about that episode being around Chat Noir, but I am not sure it is a pun with Chat due to the word Château (Castle) keeping its accent. But you know which Medieval Akumatized we had before? Le Chevalier Noir (Dark Blade).

611 - Revelator Not much to go with there. We can expect the Akumatized is a guy and that there is a risk of revealing things. Although, we did have an episode called Revelation which featured Infox (Hoaxer), but I am not sure they could be related. Again, the title doesn't give much to work with.

612 - Psyconductrice A portmanteau of the words Psycho and Conductrice which could either be a female driver or a female conductor. However, ML Paris has turned a page on cars under Mayor Bustier, so it is probably more related to music or leading people.

613 - Yaksi Gozen Obviously, we think of Ikari Gozen and Matagi Gozen (Pretension). So Tomoe will be once again akumatized. I have looked for the name Yaksi and it looks like it is a sanskrit word. The wiki page I've found said they are similar to fairies or nymphs in the hindu culture. Although, I find the use of sanskrit special for Tomoe. As far as a remember, the only other sanskrit name we got was Mayura. So, could it be that either Nathalie or the Peacock Miraculous is involved in that episode as well?

614 - Couchorak Goldorak reference spotted! The other word in that name is Couche. Which actually have several meanings. It could notably be either a diaper, a layer or a bed.

615 - La Redresseuse As a francophone, all I am thinking about is "Dresseur Pokémon" (Pokémon Trainer) ^^; Anyway, something to do with training an animal or correcting bad behaviors. If Sublimation isn't the olympic themed akumatized, then this is my best second guess.

616 - Noe At first glance, all I am thinking about is a negative Zoé. Even though Noé (with an accent) is a boy's name (the French version of Noah). So maybe a new Bourgeois family member? Another possibility, since this is the French episode list is that Noe is a dimunitive for Noël, which is the French name of Nino's little brother.

617 - La Fée de Beaux Rêves Nice little pun there. The actual sentence is "Fais de beaux rêves" (Have Sweet Dreams) but with the word Fée instead of the verb. This seems to align with Pigella's power as well.

618 - Les Crassetastrophes Portmanteau of the words Crasse (filthy, dirty, scum) and Catastrophe (disaster). This one feels like it will be very smelly and disgusting. I wouldn't be surprised if this one is about pollution and if so, Polymouse will be involved.

619 - Riginarazione So, we got the words Rigid(?), Regina (either it is the Character name or the word Queen) combined with the word ration in Italian.

620 - Renverse-coeurs Reminds me of Dislocoeur which Dark Cupid's French name. So, we could theorized that Kim would be involved here.

621 - Les Titans Chaînes This one is giving me trouble. even in French because the name isn't a natural combination. It would be more normal to write it up as "Chaînes Titans" instead. "Chaînes" could be literally chains (in the sense of shackles) but in French, the word could also refers to a series of something. Like a mountain range, a production line or food chain, but also a channel (like a TV channel or Youtube channel). I do see the pun with the word "Enchaîne" in the title which either means to align or to shackle. Wasn't there an episode confirmed about influencers? This might be that one. Especially as Titans are not only huge figures, they even had a war in the greek mythology against the Olympian Gods (Titanomachy).

622 - Lady Chaos Honestly, your guess is as good as mine here. Because the ML verse counts a few Lady Something, like Lady Wifi or Lady Dragon, so this title doesn't mean it is about Ladybug directly, but it could be related to her as it is in opposition with what Ladybug does and represents.

623 - Tristanansi Nora is akumatized again and she will be sad this time around.

624 - La Reine de Frayeurville Spooky episode in perspective. Frayeur means Fright. So literally, the Queen of Frightville.

625 - Protocole Secret Feels more like a code name to a project than an akumatized name. My money this is Tomoe's plan.

626 - Nemesis Nothing to add besides that it sounds promising. I wonder what our new Butterfly Holder has in store in that one.

[pin-k-ink]

KEEP IT CASUAL ★ HOSHINA SOSHIRO

DAY SIX ➵ rumor has it hoshina’s got himself a fuck buddy, and your friends are all dying to know who the mystery girl is. you’d clear things up…if it weren’t you they were gossiping about. so, you do what any sane person would—you steer clear. only problem is, he’s not exactly known for his patience.

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The low buzz of conversation filled the ops room as the post-mission monitors cycled down to standby mode, casting the console banks in a moody dimness. You sank back in your chair with an audible exhale, shrugging off the lingering tension like a weighty second skin.

Beside you, Okonogi let her sleek locks tumble free as she dragged her ponytail loose. With her eyes closed, she worked delicate fingertips against her temples as if to physically dispel the lingering data streams from her consciousness.

"Well, that was...intense," Aiko groaned from across the room, her languid stretch making the chair groan softly. "But we killed it as always, ladies!"

Murmurs of exhausted agreement rippled through the cluster of support staff. You kept your expression carefully neutral, concentrating on your outward monitor while inwardly hyperaware of the pronounced ache between your legs.

Because with every micro-shift in your seat, you felt the thick, obscene remnants of Soshiro's ardent efforts from earlier...viscous evidence of the wild, punishing lovemaking session he'd subjected your body to before the mission ops couldn't commence in earnest.

Flashes of blinding rapture sparked behind your eyes in fragmented bursts: the brutally perfect sting of his palm cracking across your bare ass as punishment for making noise...the indecent squelching suction of his thick cock pounding into your swollen depths over and over until you sobbed...the sublimely cruel flick of his wicked tongue around your clit while your thighs shuddered against his ears...

You bit back an involuntary moan, silently thanking every deity you could name for the dimness concealing your furious blush. The ache in your core only intensified further with each subtle provocation reminding you of Soshiro's generous parting "gift" still smeared and throbbing within...

"Okay, but did anyone else notice Vice Captain Hoshina out there today?" Yumi's lower tones broke through the post-op daze like a splash of ice water. "Or am I just so touch starved that I'm projecting my thirsty vibes onto him?"

The suggestive lilt in her voice said she knew damn well she wasn't imagining things. An anticipatory hush fell over the desks as multiple sets of eyes swiveled towards Yumi with an almost audible gleam.

"Oh no, honey - I noticed him too!" Emi purred throatily without missing a beat. She reclined further in her chair, one foot propping up on the edge of her console as if to maximize her own visibility. "All that raw, barely-leashed power and brute strength just simmering beneath the surface and ready to BURST with each swing of that sword?"

Titters of salacious delight greeted her overtly lascivious pause. You tried to focus on keeping your breathing measured and even, but were viscerally aware of your pulse thundering against your blushing throat. Because Emi's lurid insinuations only cast your thoughts spiraling to how accurately she captured Soshiro's merciless, feral intensity when truly unleashed upon your quivering body...

You recalled with perfect clarity the last time you'd been the object of that simmering ferocity let fully off the chain. Three nights ago, behind the soundproofed walls of the training room after hours as he'd pinned your naked, sweat-slicked form against the mirror with punishing force.

"You want this, my sweet slut?" he'd growled in that sub-rumbling baritone saturated with bestial promise. "You want your master's thick cock stretching you wide and ruining this greedy little hole of yours once and for all?"

Your whimpering assent had shredded on a desperate keen when Soshiro abruptly hilted himself balls-deep within your swollen pussy in one brutally unhurried stroke. The volcanic heat of him stuffed so relentlessly full inside robbed your lungs of air, leaving you gasping and boneless as he loomed behind - a conquering force of nature poised to split you asunder over and over again...

You tamped down hard on the sizzling memories even as a fresh gush of arousal pulsed needily against your throbbing walls. It took every ounce of wherewithal not to audibly whine or squirm.

Meanwhile, the salacious gossiping had only escalated further while you spiraled.

"I bet the Vice Captain tastes as intensely delicious as he looks when he's all sweating and riled up like that, too." The explicit slurp Aiko tacked on left nothing to the imagination. "God, I would murder just about anyone for a chance to get a mouthful of him after a mission that brutal..."

A round of scandalous giggles rang out over the desks as your cheeks flamed darker than ever before. Of COURSE Aiko would imagine such depraved cravings towards the man. And of course, you knew first-hand just how utterly transcendent indulging in that very sordid desire really was when sinking to your knees before Soshiro. How his thick, punishingly delicious cock stuffed your mouth so completely full, your jaw ached exquisitely as he pumped in and out with escalating savagery...

You'd swallowed him down to the root on that occasion like the obedient slut he'd called you. Forced to breathe in desperate snuffles through your flaring nostrils as Soshiro grasped brutal handfuls of your hair, anchoring your mouth as an eager receptacle for his lust. Only when you were sputtering and drooling around his shaft did he allow you respite, thick ropes of salty cum hosing across your tongue while he groaned his perverse pleasure...

Another treacherous gush of liquid heat caught you off-guard, forcing you to shift minutely and bite your lower lip to stifle a plaintive noise. Outwardly, you remained every inch the demure, focused operative reviewing post-op data alongside some of your peers. Inwardly, you were a boiling maelstrom of lust-soaked humiliation and rampant need.

Because their casual, lurid fantasizing and rumors amounted to so little when held against the viscerally depraved undercurrent of your relationship with Soshiro. How he revelled in making you the most fucked-out, overstimulated little toy - rendered profoundly insensible from having every one of your limits smashed and boundaries redrawn around his potent,mercilcally uncompromising lovemaking.

"Wait, but...since we're on the subject of the Vice Captain getting riled up..." Emis's voice took on a lasciviously loaded tone that immediately commanded the room's attention. "Has anyone else heard the whispers going around lately about him maybe having a...special lady friend of his own that he's been getting alllll riled up for behind closed doors?"

The tension in the air immediately kicked up several shuddering notches as every support staff operative stopped breathing in unison. Even Okonogi's usually stern features betrayed feverishly piqued interest at those delicious implications.

As for you...in that endless suspended moment, you felt every ounce of arousal and lingering fluids sloshing within your abused and claimed body turn to molten panic. Because they were finally approaching the subject permanently etched into your every waking thought and fevered dream.

The forbidden, utterly perverse reality of you being the secret lover in question - Soshiro's chosen conquest and receptacle for every licentious, primal urge he couldn't vent upon any other. Your only role to feed his basest hungers and cravings for total carnal domination over a yielding, feminine form built for the express purpose of desperate pleasuring.

You shuddered hard enough for the wheels of your chair to squeak against the console alcove as a fresh bloom of humiliation washed over your features. The girls' speculating scrutiny prickled like smoldering embers against your cheeks.

Over the next few minutes, every tiny detail and explict rumor you'd been trying so diligently to ignore was about to spill forth like a bursting delta of perverse conjecture. They would doubtlessly paint vile, viscerally pornographic imagery with every crude supposition - all while failing to even graze the shuddering, soul-shattering truth.

That after each mission or training regimen, it was you and you alone who became Soshiro's personal oasis for slaking his needs. That he claimed you over and over in bestial, punishing raptures - stretching you to the point of delirium while spasming deep inside, pumping raw viscous lashings of his essence into your core until you grew drunk on his musky feral musk.

That he had turned you into an obscenely babbling, ruined thing - mewling and thrashing and enduring ritualistic despoilments of your body again and again without reprieve, your only solace being the sublime respites between each shattering orgasm where he whispered salacious praise into the sweaty hollow of your throat.

The mere reminder of what was to come while trapped among their obliviously speculating ranks caused you to silently keen. You covertly pressed your trembling thighs together, desperate to alleviate the liquid throbbing echoing from your innermost chambers.

But it was no use. Every subsequent rumor exhaled into the ripe air only stoked the smoldering coals of your hunger higher...until your entire being cried out for Soshiro's deliverance in the form of complete despoilment - mind, body, and soul - before their very eyes.

"Wait, back up - did you say the Vice Captain might have a lover?" Chika sputtered, eyes wide behind her glasses. "As in, some special lady friend he's been shtupping on the down-low?"

A weighted pause crystallized as all eyes turned towards Emi with rapt fascination. The sly grin curling her lips spoke volumes before she even had a chance to confirm the tantalizing rumor.

"Oh, there's definitely some people going around alleging as much," Emi purred in a treacly lilt that had your pulse kicking up a notch. "In fact, things are getting pretty heated about the mysterious identity of this supposed lover and just what kind of freaky bedroom activities might be going on..."

The weighted silence that followed her lascivious statement seemed to crush inwards from all sides. You fought to keep each inhale steady and measured, feeling the dense viscosity of Soshiro's earlier deposit shifting indecently within your clenching walls at every provocation.

Like a lurid siren song, it beckoned you to surrender to the truth - to reveal yourself as the one providing your powerful Vice Captain with succor in his most primal, unrestrained throes of need. The one bearing the stickied evidence of his virility at this very moment as a perverse trophy.

The thought alone made you shiver with humiliated yearning even as Okonogi tutted in clear disapproval.

"Oh for gods' sake...are we really stooping to such sophomoric gossip now?" she chided, glaring around the room. "Have some discretion and professionalism, ladies. We all know rumors like that are utter bull—"

"But what if they aren't, though?" Ayumi suddenly cut in with palpable glee. "I meannn...let's be real here, Okonogi. Our Vice Captain is like, the human embodiment of raw alpha dominance, right? That kind of raw sexual intensity HAS to get channeled somewhere beyond just training and fighting!"

A salacious titter circulated in the wake of her words. You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek until you tasted copper, fighting the mortified urge to sink beneath the desks and simply disappear. Because where they projected lurid speculation and pedestrian fantasy, your reality with Soshiro dwarfed everything on an order of magnitude.

"She's kinda got a point..." Chika chimed in with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Just picture it: the poor guy's probably all pent up after all those ops. He HAS to be unleashing that somewhere when the pressures build too much, right?"

More depraved chuckles and giggles swelled around you as a fresh gush of slick arousal pulsed deep within your abused body. Because that's exactly what transpired after each and every assignment - Soshiro storming into whatever private oasis you'd arranged, seizing your pliant form with bruising force and subjugating you for hours on end in an endless gauntlet of volcanic couplings.

His ruinous thickness would ream you asunder again and again in merciless strokes until the potent, musky seed he'd been hoarding boiled free in hot, viscous lashings...only for his ferocious hungers to roar back to life minutes later, the cycle beginning anew until you became a spent, thoroughly abused mess of oversensitized nerves shaken to your very core.

"Well aren't you all just charming today," Okonogi grumbled through gritted teeth. "Whether or not Vice Captain Hoshina engages in...intimate relations during his personal time is utterly irrelevant. We should focus on—"

"Okaaay, but can we at least take a sec to appreciate what an absolute monster in the sack he must be?" Emi interjected before the lecture could gain momentum. "I'm talking full beast mode...utterly destroying some poor girl through multiple orgasms and leaving her wrecked in the best way possible for days afterward!"

You whimpered audibly before you could bite it back, memories of Soshiro's last marathon claiming session assaulting your consciousness in vivid detail. The look of ravenous possession distorting his chiseled features as he hilted himself inside your slick, swollen entrance over and over...the steadily escalating volume of your frantic cries as he hammered his pulsing, volcanic length against that sublime innermost cluster of nerves repeatedly...his ruthless stamina and refusal to allow you even a moment's respite as you pathetically begged for mercy amid each shattering climax only to be hurled towards bigger, more brilliant heights of rapture...

Emi released another lurid chuckle, either not catching your stifled noise or willfully ignoring it. "Ooh yes, I can picture it now...Vice Captain just railing her silly from behind, putting that athletic cock to goooood use stretching her out and making her see stars over and over again..."

A breathless chorus of tortured gasps and giggles greeted the gauche fantasy as more wanton giggling erupted. Only you remained frozen in mortified silence, dizzy from the memories and visceral recollections pummeling you alongside each descriptive stroke.

Because that was among Soshiro's favorite methods of possessing you completely - gripping your hair in a punishing fist and dragging you back into his waiting shaft in one ruthless stroke, mouth agape and vertebrae straining to accommodate his ferocious pace from behind. Over and over he would split your swollen pussy lips apart with violent snap of his toned hips until every upstroke ground agonizingly against that spongy cluster inside and sent you spiraling into oblivion.

Only after you dissolved into an animalistic, mewling wreck in the wake of your latest orgasmic spiral would Soshiro finally allow you ragged relief as he snarled his own savage release to the hilt. You'd gasp and shudder brokenly while he pumped obscene ropes of viscous heat into your abused quim, painting your womb in thick virile ropes until you grew delirious on the potent musk alone...

"Maybe we should...change the subject?" Okonogi's hesitant suggestion only drew more snickering derision, easily overshadowed by the wave of obscene conjecture washing over the room now.

"Nah, where's the fun in that? This is JUICY stuff, Okonogi!" Ayumi all but crowed with wicked delight. "But seriously, what are the odds Vice Captain Hoshina is super gentle and tender with his secret lover? I feel like such raw, unfettered power like that HAS to demand surrendering control in bed too, right?"

More affirmative murmurs of agreement cut through the low din, your fingers clenching into bloodless crescents in your palms. Because they couldn't be further from the truth in assuming any sense of vanilla 'tenderness' held sway during your trysts with Soshiro.

Instead, his almost ritualistic claiming of your body embodied the most exquisitely merciless domination imaginable. You were a powerless plaything to be subdued and thoroughly used until lying shattered and spent in the ruined aftermath, an empty vessel to be pumped endlessly full of his searing essence until leaking and insensate.

No, there was no 'surrendering control' to be had - only being stripped of all remaining autonomy in stages until you became an overwrought flesh-puppet and Soshiro held the strings. An endlessly overwhelmed conduit through which he vented his basest, most violently licentious hungers without restriction or limits of any kind...

"Nah, I bet with all that brooding quiet intensity our Vice Captain rocks, he's probably a total beast in the sheets!" Emi's husky intonation rang with shuddering promise even through the outrageous slang. "Pinning that secret lover down and making her whole world shake with how hard and deep he—"

"Oh my GOD, do you even HEAR yourselves right now?!" Okonogi's outraged shout detonated through the crackling quiet with startling abruptness. Fortunately, you were ready - the ample distraction provided cover for a tiny, relieved gasp as more liquid fire blossomed outward from your very core.

For a long, pregnant pause, everyone simply stared at your flustered team leader in stunned silence. Finally, Aiko let out a bark of sardonic laughter that rapidly infected everyone else like a virus until you were surrounded by unchecked amusement on all sides.

"Aw relax, Chief! We're all just blowing off a little steam here after that crazy heat from the mission," she soothed with a placating wave. "No harm, no foul in a little good-natured gossiping about our dear Vice Captain's...extra-curricular activities, right? Isn't that what you innocent young ladies get off on fantasizing ab—"

This time, it was your turn to whip around with matching outrage painting your flush across your features - playing directly into the innocent, doe-eyed persona they'd all somehow cast you into over the years. As if you would never be party to such salacious conjecture about a direct superior's personal affairs!

That harmless, virginal act effectively sliced through the ribald atmosphere with startling efficiency. Though you knew it was only a matter of time before the torrid gossip stream picked back up in full force once more...

Leaving you hopelessly squirming and slickening around Soshiro's musky parting gift as each fevered recollection came barging back in to stake its claim upon your fracturing thoughts. Just another tantalizing prelude to the moment he inevitably stalked into your midst like a ravenous beast, senses immediately honing in on the debauched syrup of your delirium until—

The heavy thud of boot steps preceded Soshiro's arrival, each measured fall carrying an authoritative weight that sliced through the hushed atmosphere like a granite obelisk.

Conversations petered out in fitful spurts as he stalked into the ops room, shoulders rolling fluidly beneath his fitted jacket. You felt rooted to your chair in a full-body stilled trance, suddenly hyperaware of every indecent shift and subtle glug of Soshiro's lingering deposit pulsing within your depths.

His eyes were shuttered to mere slits beneath heavy lids as the Vice Captain executed a languorous sweep of his surroundings. Though outwardly relaxed, you detected the infinitesimal dilation of those flaring nostrils - scenting the airborne currents like a predator detecting potential incursions upon his territory.

Which is exactly what this space represented while the mission transpired and the room hummed with activity. His domain to command as he saw fit without interference or question. A realm you and the other operatives submitted to his watchful oversight in totality.

But something in the weighted stillness alerted Soshiro that some subtle line may have been edged over in his temporary absence. You could perceive the nearly subliminal stiffness entering his shoulders, each micro-movement radiating a sensual coiled menace as his roving stare continued dissecting every occupied station.

Until, at last, his searing focus settled directly upon where you remained trapped in posture of perfect stillness. His heavy-lidded gaze raked over your form in a molten brand, seeming to scorch away every layer of modesty and formality until only naked, vulnerable truth remained.

Soshiro's tongue peeked out to drag across his lower lip in one slow, considering sweep. You tensed imperceptibly, instinctively clenching around the tepid smear of lingering spend in anticipation of whatever unvoiced judgment roiled behind that burgundy stare.

"Everything all right here, ladies?"

The rich, sub-basso rumble of Soshiro's inquiry sluiced through the weighted quiet like a lascivious caress along your feverish skin. You struggled not to squirm, gut clenching at his tone's undisguised implication that something was clearly off-kilter upon his arrival.

"N-Not at all, Vice Captain!" Okonogi promptly squared her shoulders with a determination bordering on overcompensation. "We were just...discussing the mission debrief and objectives for the next cycle."

Soshiro's weighted stare didn't so much as flinch from its heavy study of your flushed expression. You could practically sense the potent curiosity and smoldering undercurrent of possession radiating off him in waves, inexorably dragging his next words straight into your core.

"I see..."

The low, gravel-rough utterance seemed to shiver along your nerve endings like a physical caress. Each subtle hitch and micro-tremor jolting through your frame felt magnified tenfold beneath Soshiro's watchful, piercing perusal.

"In that case, Y/N," he rumbled after a pause far too salacious and suggestive to go unmarked. "I'll need you to provide me a detailed account in my office shortly."

His tongue made another considering sweep over his full lower lip as the weighty syllables rang out with subterranean promise.

"There were a few operational aspects I want to go over more thoroughly..."

You shuddered finely despite your best efforts, feeling the salacious demand undulating between each lascivious cadence like serpentine heat. Some primal, feminine part of your psyche stretched out in breathless longing towards Soshiro's scrutiny - craving nothing more than to unfurl yourself for his rapacious appraisal behind closed doors.

To disrobe each inch of propriety and protectively he shielded you with until only quivering truth remained naked before his hunger. Open...pliant...ready to accommodate and receive whatever scorching reprimands or bestial attentions he deemed fit to inflict...

But outwardly you remained frozen with carefully cultivated opacity, painfully aware of the entire room's scrutiny trained upon the two of you with rapt interest. You forced your gaze to meet Soshiro's burning stare directly, chest constricting with the effort of keeping your voice level and unbothered.

"I...have reports to file, sir," you managed in a tone of vaguely apologetic neutrality. "Perhaps we could go over it another time?"

For an endless, loaded moment, Soshiro betrayed no outward reaction save for the slightest tightening around those sensual full lips. You imagined you could detect the harshgrate of enamel grinding mere inches away as his jaw torqued infinitesimally tighter.

Then, without fanfare, he inclined his head in a measured fraction of a nod - belying none of the raptor-like intensity simmering behind those hooded crimson depths.

"Very well," he rumbled in a cadence dripping with unspoken assurances. "Don't be too long - I'll be expecting that report on my desk by the end of the day."

He let the words resonate with iron finality for a suspended beat before turning on his booted heel with that same coiled, predatory grace he'd entered with. Not another look was spared for anyone else as the Vice Captain stalked out of the room, movements telegraphing that same subtle aura of male power and virility.

Only once the echoes of Soshiro's measured footfalls faded into silence did you become properly aware of the weight of multiple stares bearing down upon you from the others arrayed around the room.

Confusion, uncertainty, unmistakable embers of piqued curiosity and prurient envy...every shade of turbulent emotion simmered within their variously flushed expressions as if begging to breach the surface.

Yet you couldn't begin to find it within yourself to explain or dissemble before stoking those percolating flames any further. Instead, you simply exhaled a shaking breath and studiously avoided their questioning looks - too consumed by the lingering brand of Soshiro's stare and the soul-trembling promise it heralded for whatever was to come later.

Much, much later when you could finally unveil your truth for him once and for all. Just as he demanded with that low rumble and unspoken glyphs of lascivious fire smoldering in your wake.

The empty hallway stretched in shadowed silence before you as you made your way towards the exit, footfalls echoing with hollow finality. You'd lingered as long as possible in the operations room, determined to avoid any further confrontation after Soshiro's loaded summons earlier.

However, the steady emptying of staff as evening crept closer eventually forced your departure. You steeled yourself against the prospect of potentially crossing paths with the Vice Captain en route. The thickening tension simmering between you two felt ready to detonate into a supernova at the slightest provocation.

You rounded the corner, almost home free, when a powerful hand shot out and clamped around your elbow in an inescapable vise. A startled cry withered in your throat as you were forcibly hauled sideways with blistering momentum into the gaping threshold of an unoccupied meeting room.

The breath expelled from your lungs in a harsh rasp as your back collided with the wall. You had a fleeting second to take in the dim, stale atmosphere around you before an immense presence materialized - utterly blotting out all else as searing heat and masculine musk engulfed your senses.

"Did you really think you could avoid me that easily, little one?" Soshiro's subterranean rumble dripped with dark promise against the sensitive whorls of your ear.

You shuddered helplessly as his powerful frame pinned you in place, the scorching brand of his body aligned against yours in one searing line from chest to hip. Soshiro didn't afford you even a breath to respond before his mouth descended in a punishing, open-mouthed invasion.

The shocked gasp you exhaled was swallowed whole as he instantly took scorching possession of your lips. His tongue plunged past your slack defenses in a relentless, thrusting cadence that stoked blazing embers low in your abdomen.

Finally, Soshiro wrenched his mouth free with a carnal growl that reverberated straight to your shuddering core. You gasped desperately for air, mouth swollen and glistening with the lingering evidence of his ravenous claiming.

"I asked you..." he rasped against the reddened curve of your throat, drunk on drinking in your debauched state, "Did you think you could avoid me so easily after those tantalizing whispers started making the rounds?"

All you could manage was a tremulous whimper as Soshiro nipped viciously at the thundering pulse in your neck. Sharp bursts of pleasure-pain blossomed with each punishing graze of his teeth - possessive markers of his dominance scoring your sensitized flesh.

"I should have known better..." He snarled the words like ash and gravel, "Than to expect my sweet little slut could keep her mouth shut and her damn thoughts in order around the others."

He punctuated the heated condemnation by grinding his clothed cock against your core in one savage roll of powerful hips. You jolted against him with a gasping cry, suddenly aware of your own swollen pussy gushing fresh desire with each delicious provocation.

"Open," Soshiro growled against the pliant seam of your slack lips. "Let me see if your greedy little mouth can make up for your shitty excuses."

Before you could react, he seized a fistful of your hair in an unforgiving grip, cruelly angling your skull back as he plundered your mouth anew. His kiss was nothing but liquid heat and savagery - all violation and sin and rapacious demand to surrender utterly. You could only keen against the ruthless onslaught as his tongue forged deeper, stroking and consuming without quarter.

At last, Soshiro wrenched his ravening mouth free with a bestial snarl, the thin trail of saliva connecting your swollen lips only enhancing the depravity. His ruby gaze bored into yours with banked, molten intensity that made you want to spontaneously combust.

"Strip." The guttural command brooked no argument as he took an unhurried step backwards, freeing you from the cage of his lush heat. "Down to those cute little panties of yours, slut. I want to see the aftermath of my...earlier efforts before ruining you all over again."

You trembled bodily at the dark promise laced behind each provocative syllable. But you knew better than to hesitate or dissemble. Not when Soshiro's eyes had taken on that churning, vermillion glaze of absolute predatory hunger.

With shaking hands and stuttering inhales, you obeyed the directive - shucking your uniform until you stood nude before him save for those last shreds of modesty. Soshiro's intense scrutiny raked over your freshly bared form in long, devouring sweeps that made you want to instinctively squirm.

His eyes darkened to pools of crimson fire as they settled on the apex of your trembling thighs. You swallowed thickly, paralyzed beneath his raptor-like focus zeroing in on the ripe, musky evidence of his earlier claiming still glistening against your flushed folds.

"Look at you..." Soshiro growled in a tone skirting delirious rapture, "My sweet little whore - still dripping and swollen with her master's cum after all these hours, leaking like the perfect cocksleeve she is."

A tremor wracked your entire frame as fresh slick bloomed outward from your molten core at his crass words. The humiliating, delicious recollections flooded back in - vivid daydreams from earlier in the day, fueled by idle gossip and your teammates' unwitting conjecture.

Except in reality, their crudest suppositions didn't even manage to scratch the surface of your fealty and submission towards your utterly dominant Vice Captain. In the end, Soshiro alone reigned supreme over your broken, ruined form.

Only he could pour such perversities behind your ears with honeyed relish and make you swoon towards his very boots in supplication...

*"On your knees, slut," Soshiro ordered with an insouciant flick of his fingers as he began unbuckling his belt. "Since your efforts to remain discreet proved so utterly ineffective today, I believe my sweet little toy deserves an extra thorough inspection to ensure my seed took proper root this time."

You didn't even pause, immediately folding into a kneeling supplication and prostrating yourself at his feet. Soshiro's approving grunt made heat flush through your body as he unzipped his fly and fished out his rigid cock in a single languid motion.

It stood proudly from its nest of coarse black hair, the ruddy tip glistening with a droplet of translucent pre-cum. Your mouth instantly flooded with moisture at the sight, the need to worship and taste him once more a physical ache throbbing inside.

Soshiro's lip curled knowingly, as if sensing the direction of your thoughts. Then he was leaning forward, fingers winding through the silken strands of your hair in a cruel grip that forced you to arch towards his waiting shaft.

"You know what to do, slut," he purred darkly. "Open."

The moment the command left his lips, you did as instructed. Your mouth parted without hesitation, tongue unfurling and throat going slack in supplication. A soft growl of approval vibrated the air around you, accompanied by the heavy musk of arousal filling your nose as Soshiro began dragging his swollen cockhead back and forth against your tongue.

"So perfectly obedient for me..."

He didn't have to issue the next order, the unspoken command reverberating like an electric charge through your veins. Your lips immediately sealed around his throbbing tip and you suckled gently, laving the underside with wet, eager strokes of your tongue.

Soshiro groaned in low satisfaction as he fed inch after glorious inch into your throat. You swallowed around him, welcoming the weighty intrusion with practiced ease. He held himself there for a protracted moment, simply savoring the tight clutch of your throat constricting around his engorged head.

Then, without warning, he drew back only to snap his hips forward again with brutal intent.

You gagged violently, the thick glans punching the back of your throat and causing reflexive tears to spring into the corners of your eyes. You forced yourself to relax, jaw slack and breathing shallow, as Soshiro continued his punishing thrusts.

His pelvis rocked against your face in a steady, driving rhythm that made your cheeks hollow with each withdrawal. You sucked with desperate enthusiasm, coaxing and massaging every turgid ridge and bulging vein.

The air grew damp and stifling with each forceful collision, the obscene squelching of your drool and his pre-spend painting a lascivious picture. Soshiro's head fell back as he let out a ragged, feral moan that made your gut clench with anticipation.

"Such a good little toy..."

You preened at the praise, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you eagerly accepted the brutal pounding. Your mascara had no doubt begun running in black rivulets down your face, joining the saliva dribbling out the sides of your stretched lips.

Your pussy ached fiercely, slick and swollen, desperate for the same ruthless attention Soshiro was lavishing upon your mouth. But you knew better than to seek any form of friction or relief. Not when the man standing above you owned every part of your being, commanding you like a well-trained plaything.

"I'm close..."

Soshiro's voice came out strained and guttural. You moaned in anticipation around the thick column of flesh impaling your throat, the reverberations causing a visible shudder to race up his spine.

"Swallow every drop, slut," he grunted between ragged breaths. "Don't miss a single fucking—"

He cut off with a choked cry, his entire body seizing in a powerful shudder as his orgasm exploded through him. You felt his cock swell even further within your mouth, the heavy spurts of hot, thick fluid painting your throat white as you greedily swallowed down his spend.

You drank him in with ravenous, eager gulps, determined not to miss a single drop. Only once Soshiro had fully emptied himself into your waiting maw did he finally release his punishing grip on your hair. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, giving it a few gentle tugs to clear away the last dregs of cum and saliva onto your swollen lips.

Then he was crouching down, forcing you to meet his hooded gaze. One hand reached out to cup the back of your skull, pulling you forward for a searing, languid kiss. He swept his tongue inside to taste himself within the heated recesses, drinking down his essence with a low, satisfied growl.

When he pulled back, Soshiro's lips remained mere inches away - close enough to share the same humid breath. He traced his thumb along the curve of your jaw, his expression uncharacteristically tender and indulgent.

"That's a good girl," he murmured huskily. "Such a good, obedient toy. So sweet and eager to please...and ready to take whatever I give you, aren't you, Y/N?"

You nodded, the flush on your cheeks deepening at his approving, almost worshipful words.

"Good," Soshiro hummed in satisfaction, his lips quirking up in a small smirk. "Now get up and bend over the table. I need to check just how thoroughly I've bred my little slut..."

He punctuated the command by trailing his fingertips lower, ghosting over the swollen peaks of your nipples before dragging across the slickened plane of your abdomen. Then, without preamble, he slid those digits lower - right past the waistband of your sodden panties and straight into the molten heat of your core.

You choked out a gasp, arching towards his hand as he stroked you with languid precision. Soshiro leaned forward, the warm puffs of his breath fanning across the sensitive shell of your ear as he purred, "Plus, I need to give you another loador two to replace what's dripping out of this lewd, perfect pussy..."

He punctuated the final words by curling his fingers deep inside you. You whimpered at the delicious pressure, clenching around him, craving something much thicker and harder to truly satiate your ravening hunger.

"That's it, baby girl," he rasped, the molten edge in his voice a physical brand against the delicate skin of your neck. "You know I won't be satisfied until you're stuffed full of my cum. So why don't you show me exactly how much you want my cock...?"

A shudder wracked your frame as Soshiro's fingers withdrew, leaving behind a sticky webbing of silken arousal bridging his glistening fingertips. Without pause, he rose and circled the table, the heavy thud of his boots against the carpeted floor ringing out in deafening finality.

You followed, the sound of your heart thundering in your ears drowning out all else. You bent over the edge of the conference table, ass presented shamelessly towards the man looming at your back.

There was no hesitation as you arched into the position, spreading your legs and pushing your sodden underwear down your quivering thighs. You heard Soshiro's rough exhale, sensed the intensity of his gaze as it raked over the slick, swollen lips of your core.

Then the weighty clunk of his belt buckle echoed through the still air as Soshiro freed himself once more. His hand grasped the ample swell of one cheek, kneading the flesh in his grip as he dragged the head of his cock through the copious slick between your thighs.

You shuddered in anticipation, eyes clenched tightly shut as his cockhead pressed against your entrance. You knew without a shadow of a doubt what was coming. But you could never prepare yourself for the mind-shattering pleasure-pain when Soshiro slammed his hips home, his swollen shaft splitting you wide open and hilting him balls-deep inside.

You cried out at the invasion, the sudden blistering fullness making tears prickle behind your closed eyelids. Soshiro didn't grant you even a second to recover before withdrawing and driving back in with a savage thrust.

You gasped at the force of the blow, nails digging into the polished wood surface as the entire table shifted under his powerful lunges. Soshiro fucked you with a brutality that stole the very air from your lungs, each punishing thrust driving you further towards the precipice of incoherency.

The filthy squelch of your wet pussy around his pistoning cock filled the room, intermingled with Soshiro's ragged snarls and your own gasping moans. The pleasure-pain was exquisite, a burning stretch that left you quivering and pliant beneath him. You didn't even realize how close you were to your peak until the sharp smack of Soshiro's palm against the sensitive flesh of your ass brought you crashing over the edge.

Your climax slammed through you in a tidal wave, making your pussy clamp down around his thrusting length and hot liquid gush from your folds. You felt Soshiro's hips stutter for the barest fraction of a second before resuming his brutal pace.

"Did I tell you you could come, slut?" He growled against the shell of your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you really such a filthy little whore that a spanking was all it took for you to gush and cream all over my cock?"

The humiliation was an exquisite knife-twist, a lashing strike that made a fresh rush of arousal flood your pulsing core. Soshiro's answering rumble of approval vibrated against your neck as he nuzzled the damp flesh, inhaling your scent.

"So eager, so hungry for my cum. Well, since you've been such a good little cocksleeve, I think you've earned the privilege of getting a nice, hot creampie..."

You whimpered and arched against him, instinctively pressing your ass towards his thrusting hips in supplication. Soshiro's answering chuckle was low and throaty, sending another shiver down your spine.

"You enjoyed it, didn’t you," he purred against the damp skin of your throat. "Being watched, gossiped about, having all those perverted daydreams of mine exposed. You fucking loved it."

His words were punctuated by a punishing thrust, the blunt head of his cock driving deep and making you see stars. Soshiro's hands reached down to seize a bruising grip on your hips, his tempo becoming erratic and savage as his own orgasm rapidly approached.

"You love it, don't you, slut? Knowing your friends and colleagues can only imagine what it's like to have me fuck them raw, but they'll never experience anything half as depraved as you do..."

Soshiro's hand snaked forward, his thumb reaching down to press hard against the throbbing bundle of nerves nestled within the slippery folds of your pussy. Your mouth parted in a keening cry, the tension inside you coiling ever tighter.

"You like knowing that you’re the only woman worthy of my attention, my lust, my cum...knowing that every filthy fantasy and daydream they can conjure will never, ever measure up to how it feels when I fill you up, Y/N."

A strangled sob wrenched itself free from your throat as the pressure building inside reached a fever pitch. With a snarl, Soshiro buried himself to the hilt, the swollen tip of his cock lodged deep against your cervix.

The feeling was enough to send you over the edge. White light burst behind your eyes as another orgasm ripped through your writhing form. Soshiro's name tore itself free from your lips as your pussy clamped around him, milking his shaft with greedy convulsions.

With a final, savage grunt, he followed suit - pumping rope after scorching rope of thick, potent cum straight into your molten core. You felt the heavy, wet spurts coat your inner walls, filling you up and searing him into your very being.

It seemed to go on forever, each twitching spurt accompanied by a hoarse groan of pleasure. At last, he collapsed heavily against your back, his panting breaths ruffling the damp tendrils of hair clinging to the curve of your throat.

Dimly, you felt Soshiro nuzzle the damp, heated flesh, his lips pressing gentle kisses against the thundering pulse in your neck. A shiver rippled through you as his spent cock twitched one last time, a trickle of sticky heat spilling out and coating the insides of your thighs.

"Fuck, I needed that," Soshiro finally rasped, his voice a low, guttural rasp.

You could only muster a soft moan of agreement, too wrung out and spent to manage anything more coherent. His answering chuckle was warm and indulgent as he slowly withdrew, the feeling of his softening shaft pulling free from your dripping pussy making you gasp.

The sensation was soon replaced by a thick, viscous gush of his seed flooding out, pooling onto the floor between your trembling thighs. You didn't have the energy to care, or even bother to pull your soaked panties back up. Instead, you simply sagged forward, letting the table take the brunt of your weight as you let out a long, contented sigh.

Behind you, you heard the rustle of clothing as Soshiro put himself back together. A gentle hand landed on the curve where your ass met your thigh before trailing up the smooth expanse of your back. You shuddered, biting back a moan, as those wicked fingers dipped down, tracing the seam of your swollen, well-used entrance.

"Look at you..."

Soshiro's husky drawl was thick with satisfaction. You didn't have to open your eyes or glance behind to picture the self-satisfied smile curling his lips. You could only shudder as he pressed his fingers deeper, swirling his fingertips through the sticky, pearly concoction dripping from your core.

"Fucked stupid and covered in my cum," he mused, the smug amusement lacing his tone making a flush crawl up your neck. "I'm not surprised the others couldn't keep their mouths shut after hearing the way you scream when I'm pounding this tight, slutty pussy..."

You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped at the provocative words, nor the renewed surge of heat flushing outward from your swollen, hypersensitive core. It was a futile effort to try and clench around his lingering fingers, but you couldn't help the reflexive motion.

You heard Soshiro's soft snort as he withdrew his fingers with one last, parting sweep through the sticky mess pooled between your thighs. You could hear him sucking the remnants from his fingertips, the obscene slurping noises only further stoking the embers of desire simmering low in your belly.

"Don't worry, baby girl," he crooned, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against the corner of your mouth. "We've still got an hour before we have to clean up. Why don't we spend it seeing how many times I can make you come and ruin this carpet in the process?"

You moaned and nodded weakly, opening your eyes and meeting his hooded gaze. Soshiro smiled, a wicked flash of white teeth and crimson heat.

"That's what I thought."

[ngayawneluoer]

playing with their hair

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam, lo’ak

you do their hair. that's it. just sweet fluffy domestic moments before I drop the angstiest fic known to man in a few days

word count: 1310

✧ Neteyam:

As you chilled on a peaceful afternoon, you noticed your lover looked very overwhelmed as he walked up and down around the Omatikayan stronghold with no particular direction. He probably seemed very busy to others, but you had learned to recognise his stressed pacing after seeing it so often.

"Neteyam!" You called for him, grabbing his attention. He looked over, a gentle yet tense smile blooming on his face. You waved him over to where you were lounging on the ground, back resting on a mossy rock.

He sat beside you reluctantly, though his leg shook with nerves to replace his nervous pacing.

"What's wrong, Ma Neteyam?" You asked, a hand rising to stroke his hair.

He sighed, leaning into your touch, "Just worried. I heard my father talking about a situation with the sky people, and I just feel a little useless."

"It is not all your responsibility, Nete. Everything will be alright; trust your father." You comforted, hoping your voice didn't let on how uneasy his statement had made you. This was about making Neteyam feel better; you didn't need to add to his worries.

You sat up on your knees to take a closer look at his hair. As you sifted through the braids, he looked up at you, a little self-conscious, "What?"

"Your braids are really grown out, love. When was the last time you did them?"

He blew a raspberry in thought, "Not sure… a while."

"Yes, I can tell," You said with a smile, "Wait here."

You kissed his forehead gently before getting up and scampering away in the direction of your tent, and Neteyam patiently awaited your return. He barely had time to think before you returned with a few small satchels and a wooden comb, and he chuckled lightly, knowing what he was in for.

You kneeled beside him, fingers fumbling to unbraid his hair.

You twisted gems and wooden beads you had made for yourself into his hair, and as you progressed, you felt his muscles relax, a low purr vibrating in his chest. As you finished off a few braids near the front of his head, he held them up to his face to examine the beads.

"Are these the crystals you found when you fell into the river?" He laughed, looking at the little purple gems you had made into beads and incorporated into his braids.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes. And here I am, lovingly using them on you even if you won't ever stop teasing me for it."

As you eventually finished the last braid, he shook his head experimentally, his braids swaying around. You moved to sit in his lap, smiling at his playfulness before grabbing his face and kissing his nose, "You look great, Ma Neteyam."

"You are so humble, aren't you?" He spoke, accompanied by a small laugh.

"Even without my expert braiding," You giggled, grabbing his hand, "You are the most beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, my love." He grinned like a fool, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles, "Now turn around. I want to do yours."

"Oh no," You said sarcastically but obeyed and twisted to sit in his lap.

In response to your quip he teasingly pulled on a strand of your hair, not hard enough to truly hurt you. You yelped and smacked his thigh lightly, but relaxed into his touch and allowed him to play with your hair.

His gentle fingers raked through your locks, soft strands slipping through his fingers as you sighed at the comfort. He was never the best at braids, but after you had done his hair so sublimely, he only felt it was fair for him to return the favour. He opted for something simple: two large braids adorned with beads and feathers. They were slightly wonky and not as pretty as the ones you had done on him, but you still beamed when you turned to cuddle into his chest and thank him.

"Thank you, Nete." You whispered, revelling in the intimate moment, "And next time you're stressed, come to me instead of pacing around like a lost puppy."

He chortled softly, head resting on top of yours, "Yes, ma'am."

✧ Lo’ak:

It was midday on a long day of exploring the forest with Lo'ak, and the two of you finally took a break from the fatiguing hiking. Your backs rested against a tree in an enchanting clearing, finally at peace for the first time since Lo'ak had dragged you away from the Omatikayan village that morning. To your distaste, it wasn't long before Lo'ak became restless.

"Alright, let's go," Lo'ak ushered, beginning to rise to his feet.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, and he landed back on the ground next to you with a thud, "Honestly, Lo'ak, we just got here. Give me a moment."

He groaned but complied, head coming to rest on your shoulder. You lovingly nudged your head to his before pulling him down to rest his head on your lap. Your hands began playing with a few of his braids, and with your soothing touches, he finally seemed to unwind and shut his eyes.

As your hands ran along his scalp, you felt the fuzz of growing hair and noticed the sides of his head where he had previously shaved were noticeably overgrown.

"Lo'ak," you muttered quietly.

"Hm?"

"Your sides are growing out, love."

He hummed in response, eyes still closed, "I'll do them when we get home," he drawled.

"I can do them for you." You stated, but he only hummed, barely processing your words. For someone so previously eager to get going, he sure seemed very drowsy.

You pulled out your hunting knife, the only blade you had on you right now. Your finger touched its edge experimentally, and you determined it was definitely razor-sharp.

At that moment, Lo'ak opened his eyes to see you sitting above him with the sharp knife. He quickly sat up, startled.

"Nah! I know you are not about to shave my head with that knife." He exclaimed, voice sounding almost panicked. He was always very precious about his hair.

You let out a half-suppressed laugh, "It's sharp enough! And I promise I won't cut you."

"No."

"Please?"

He sighed, giving in to your pleading eyes, "If you scalp me, I will literally kill you," He said, though his threat didn't carry much weight as he laid back on your lap, facing away from you to give you access to the left side of his head.

It was going well, but when you put too much pressure, Lo'ak panicked, flinching away with a hiss. He slapped your knee, "What the hell are you doing?"

You scoffed, throwing your knife down to the grass to slap the back of his head, "What are you doing, you skxawng? I was doing fine."

He slowly felt around his scalp, golden eyes sharpened in a glare. When he came to the conclusion that he had indeed overreacted, he admitted defeat with a huff and returned to your lap.

"Just hurry up."

"You should be nicer…." You spoke, focusing on the task at hand, "to the person holding a knife to your head."

He snuffed and turned his head slightly to bite your thigh.

You yapped, pulling away from him to avoid slashing him, "Lo'ak! It's like you want me to carve a hole into your head!"

He slightly laughed, though he masked it to avoid annoying you further, "Alright, alright. I'll behave."

When you were finally finished, he sat back up next to you and felt his head. He smiled softly, "I guess it's not too bad."

You rolled your eyes amusedly, shoving his arm, "You're impossible."

He wrapped an arm around you, planting a peck on your cheek, "Okay, okay. Thank you."

[l0vedoe]

Yandere!Lucifer X GN!Reader

Hi! My name is Kay, and it's my first time posting something on Tumblr (I don't know how to use this)

I've been really obsessed with Lucifer and I saw a Yandere!Lucifer fanfic that I loved a lot, but sadly there's no part 2 :( So, I decided I would write MY OWN Yandere!Lucifer fanfic! (Also without a part 2..) Here is the one I got inspired by! So, have fun! <3

Sorry if it's a little weird at first, english is not my first language and I'm still learning it!

Part 2 here!

Words: 3787

Synopsis: Your friends found a ritual that can bring Lucifer to your world and, unfortunately, you accepted to participate.

You were sitting on a pile of cushions with your arms crossed, not believing what you and your friends were doing.

A few days ago, one of your friends, Lesley, had found a ritual that could summon Lucifer, the King of Hell, into the human world. You knew that your group of friends were obsessed with those sobrenatural things, ghosts and anything with horror involved. You liked it too, but among them, you were the only one who didn't enjoy getting directly involved with these things. You liked the trivia, the facts, the stories you heard on the internet, but participate in rituals? Ha! No, certainly no. You were sensible enough to know that you shouldn't be messing with these things, whether you believed in them or not. You weren't scared, you just didn't want to disturb whatever exists out there.

Even though you didn't like the idea, you accepted, not knowing why though. Maybe it was because your friends kept insisting...

And there you were, in a dark room in an abandoned house that Lesley had found so that you all could perform the ritual.

You watched your friends as they prepared everything. One of them was making a large pentagram on the floor, while another was placing six candles around it. As soon as they had finished, the three of them stood inside the pentagram, looking at you as if that was all that was missing - and it was.

"Come on, you agreed to do it, remember?" Lesley says, holding out his hand to you.

"Unfortunately."

You said, standing next to your friends.

Lesley took a needle from his pocket and pierced everyone's finger, letting them each drip their own blood onto the pentagram below. Gab, your friend on your left, held out a lighter so that you could light the candles one by one. As soon as you had finished, you all left the pentagram and the atmosphere became more tense.

This couldn't turn out good.

"Lucifer, lord of the red skies, hear my sublime call, show us your true power and appear in this circle!"

When Lesley finished speaking, silence prevailed in the room... for a long time. Since you came here you believed it wouldn't work, but your friends really believed it would, so they were all very disappointed when they saw that nothing happened.

As soon as you thought to say something, the pentagram glowed in a gold so bright that it didn't seem real. It glowed so brightly that if you looked at it for too long, you would surely lose your sight, so you all looked away until the light ceased, and it did. With your vision still blurred, you turned to face the pentagram again and sighed in shock.

There, in the middle of the pentagram, was a short, blond man with pale skin. His eyes were yellow, his teeth were sharp and there was a red circle on each cheek. His clothing appeared to be of high quality and class, a red shirt covered by a white jacket with veiled details, matching his pants in the same color. His hat was also white, with a red band, a golden crown, an apple and a golden snake. A lot of information in a single hat, to be honest.

The man looked confused and annoyed as, with one hand, he was dusting his clothes.

Not only you, but all your friends looked at the man with admiration and amazement. “It worked..." they all thought.

No one said anything, they were too surprised to be able to formulate a single sentence.

"I knew Lucifer was a fallen angel, but I thought the fall would have affected his appearance?"

You say, analyzing the whole figure of the creature in front of you. He was pretty, you had to say.

Lucifer sighed, looking extremely bored with the situation.

"I thought no one knew the summoning ritual anymore, but it seems I was wrong." he says, looking at everyone in the room. "So...?"

He waits, with a judgmental look on his face.

Lesley wakes up from her thoughts and starts talking frantically.

"Oh, Great Lord Lucifer, King of Hell!" Lesley bows, followed by all her friends too, except you. Lucifer smiles. He liked those nicknames. "We're really, really sorry to bother you. We were just curious about whether this ritual would work or not, we didn't want anything to do with you."

Lucifer rolls his eyes. Of course, he had to have been summoned by a bunch of curious mortals...

"You see, I was taking care of very important things when you summoned me, and I am unable to return to my duties unless one of you makes a deal with me." Lucifer gestured his hand gracefully in the air as he spoke. You had to admit: the real devil was not at all what you expected. You expected a tall, red-skinned, goat-legged creature with long horns and a tail, but this...? It was laughable.

But of course you didn't laugh.

Lucifer turned his gaze on you, giving you goosebumps. His gaze on you was something you had never felt before, and it scared you. He was a shorty man and yet he was making you afraid of what might happen to you if you stepped in the wrong place.

You swallowed.

"I'm waiting!" Lucifer raised his voice, making everyone shiver. "Which one of you is willing to make a deal with me, hm...?"

Lucifer had an amused smile on his face as he analyzed each individual in the room. One shaking his legs, another trying to look away, another thinking about what to do to get rid of the blond man and, finally, you, who even though you were afraid, didn't seem to be letting your guard down. You looked at Lucifer with courage, and Lucifer liked that. He really did. When was the last time he saw someone like you? A long time ago, that's for sure. Most of the humans who ended up meeting Lucifer, willingly or by accident, used to be so scared and afraid that they would sometimes beg Lucifer to let them live with their souls in peace.

Souls... Lucifer never cared, really. Most of his deals didn't involve receiving the souls of humans in return, he had no interest in that, he just asked for anything that came to mind. Most of the time, something very silly. He didn't even like making deals with humans, it’s just time he wastes to satisfy the will of mortals.

Seeing that no one would take the initiative, he decided to do it for them.

"Since you guys won't make up your minds, leave it to me. Eeny-meeny-miney..." Lucifer began to choose, and when you saw that he was going to end up with one of your friends, you interrupted him. "Hm?"

"I'll make a deal with you if that's what it takes for you to leave us alone."

Lucifer smiles. He was loving your attitude.

"Are you crazy? You shouldn't do that! He is going to take your soul!" Lesley tried to warn you, worried about you.

"At least it'll help you not to mess with things like that again."

You say harshly, stepping closer to Lucifer.

So that's what you were afraid of? It was nothing new for Lucifer.

"All right, then. What's your name, dear?" Lucifer says, approaching you.

Everyone was looking at you worried and afraid. You liked your friends, but they were the kind who fucked up and left it to you so you could resolve things. Always.

"What do you want? My soul? Possession of my body?" You ignore the question the blond man made, leaving him a little frustrated, but without showing it.

He laughs.

"No, no, no! I don't care about these things, really!" He puts his hand on his chin and closes his eyes, seeming to think deeply, until he snaps his fingers, thinking of something. "Oh, I know! You're going to dance for me dressed as a duckling!"

You look at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust. Was this really the King of Hell that everyone was so afraid of?! You hold in your laughter.

"All right." You reach out to shake his hand, but he interrupts.

"Don't you know how deals work, darling?" he asks in a mocking tone, amused. "You need to tell me what you want in return."

"Oh, is that so?" you ask and he shakes his head positively. Actually, there was nothing you really wanted, you just wanted him to go away and for you to be able to come home soon. You should never have agreed to take part in that. "Oh, I don't know, man... give me a chocolate cake and we'll be fine."

Lucifer laughs softly. You seemed as bored as he was, and your boredom amused him too much.

He grabs your hand, and you automatically felt your casual clothes change into a yellow jumpsuit with a hood that had a duckling face on it.

You sighed. What a humiliation.

You danced a children's dance that you learned as a child, and you could see how Lucifer was enjoying it, his eyes shining, his cheeks reddening and a smile on his face. He clapped his hands frantically.

When you finished your dance, he sighed, snapped his fingers and your clothes returned to normal. A second later, you were holding a plate with a chocolate cake on it. It looked delicious.

"It was a great deal. I hope I never see you again!" Lucifer said, finally disappearing into a golden dust.

Your friends were wide-eyed and dumbfounded. They gave you a quick lecture on how you could have used that deal to get anything and you decided on a chocolate cake. You could ask for thousands of dollars, you could ask to have whatever you wanted, have as much power as you wanted, and you still decided on a chocolate cake?!

You didn't care, saying goodbye and making your way home while holding your chocolate cake. You were sure to devour it as soon as you sat down on your couch.

~

After that incident, your days went by as normal. You wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. Wake up, work, come home, sleep.

It was a routine you got used to, and it was good to be used to things, you weren't the type who liked new things.

However, after a week or so of performing that ritual and summoning Lucifer, you began to feel strange. You felt watched almost all the time, it was uncomfortable even to take a shower and this was something that was really bothering you. You've never been sensitive to these things, what was going on?!

In addition to the feeling of being watched, you also began to see figures out of the corner of your eye and hear voices calling you. You could have sworn you were going crazy, it wasn't normal.

You sent a message to Lesley, telling him what you were feeling. Lesley didn't care much.

Lesley Bff: idk, it must be in your head

Lesley Bff: I felt that way too during my first ritual

Lesley Bff: but you know what?

Lesley Bff: Lucifer could be watching you 👻

You laughed.

You: if he's not back in his hole, I'll send him back there myself

Lesley could be right. You've never taken part in a ritual before, so maybe it affected you more than you expected.

You sigh, smiling at the thought of being anything else. "How silly..."

You head for the kitchen to get some water. Opening the fridge, you take out your jug of water and fill a glass with the liquid, putting the jug away again.

As you bring the glass to your lips, you notice a blond man on the other side of the dining table.

You continue to drink your water.

Wait...

You spit out the water, looking back to the front and no longer seeing the man there.

"I need therapy…" you say, putting a hand to your forehead.

"Everyone needs it, dear." When you hear the familiar voice, you're startled and turn around so fast that you drop your glass on the floor, shattering it. "Wow... Do you get that excited just by seeing me?" The blond smiles debauchedly.

"What the fuck..." that's all you managed to say. "I didn't summon you, damn it! Get the fuck out of here!"

You demand, making the demon in front of you laugh.

"It's that way of yours that made me fall in love with you!" he says, still laughing.

What?

You look Lucifer up and down with disgust. How strange was it to have a religious figure, who you believed existed only in your imagination until a week ago, tell you that he's in love with you? Answer: very. ABSURDLY.

"Dude, I don't want any trouble, just do me a favor and leave."

You say, calmly, but Lucifer didn't seem to hear. His smile remained on his face, it seemed to grow with every detail he appreciated about you. It was as if he was hypnotized. You could notice his pupils dilating and his cheeks starting to turn pink.

He moves closer, making you take a step back to keep your distance.

"I'm afraid I can't…" he said, still smiling, but now without showing his teeth and without looking you in the eye. He was analyzing your body, your baggy white T-shirt, your plaid pajama pants and your matching slippers.

Your posture was as if you were ready to run at any moment. Lucifer noticed, after all, he didn't want you to run from him. Why would you run from him?

He took a step forwards, coming closer again, and that was the exact moment you knew you had to run. You weren't an idiot, you ran, you ran as if your life depended on it and, at that moment, it really did.

As you climb the stairs to the second floor of your house, you enter your bedroom and lock the door. You didn't think it would help much since your enemy was a demon who could easily teleport to where you were, but you still did what was possible at the time.

Trying to think of many ways to make the demon go away and get you out of this, you are interrupted by a voice on the other side of the door.

"Darling, please..." the voice was sly. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk to you..."

You didn't trust him. You couldn't trust him. He was the fucking devil!

You didn't answer, and a silence remained. You tried to look through the keyhole, to make sure he was no longer there and you could finally get out. As soon as you put your hand on the handle to open the door, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You automatically turned round and punched Lucifer in the face.

"Get away from me!" You screamed, and before you could run away again, golden chains wrapped around you, preventing you from moving. "What the...!"

"Look..." Lucifer begins, caressing the cheek you punched. "I just want to talk, that's all."

You didn't want to listen, you were just trying to free yourself from the chains that bound you.

Lucifer continued.

"Your attitude that day captivated me, and I found it so attractive how you didn't show any fear. Not to mention, of course, that your dancing was incredible." he smiled. "I couldn't help myself and started watching you ever since. I couldn't stop thinking about you for a second. I've spent the last few days just watching you from hell. I've watched you sleep, you eat, you work, you shower..."

This last part seemed to have had a different effect on Lucifer.

Until now, you really believed that you could escape him, but as soon as you realized that it was impossible to free yourself from the chains, your body withered. You knew there was nothing you could do.

Even so, indignation and confusion overwhelmed you. What was this guy saying? In love with you? Really?

You looked at Lucifer angrily, while he looked at you as if you were all he wanted.

"I've been so lonely these last few years, and as soon as I started watching you I wanted to be with you even more and more..." he said, hugging himself and looking at random corners as if he was fantasizing about a thousand different things. "So I give you the honor of moving in with me! In hell!"

You widened your eyes. That couldn't be real. It couldn't.

Lucifer, the fallen angel, wanted you to live with him in hell?

You laughed. Of course it was a joke. If you accepted, he would steal your soul and you wouldn't be free for anything else. Yes, that had to be it. It was a way of persuading you, tricking you, so that he could get what he wanted.

You took a deep breath, recovering from your laughter, and kept your eyes on Lucifer's hopeful gaze.

"No!" you said, loud and clear.

You didn't want another deal, you didn't want to go to hell, you didn't want Lucifer! You just wanted to get back to enjoying your holiday peacefully watching whatever was on TV, you didn't want anything new.

Hearing you refuse, Lucifer's expression changed from a smile to disappointment. He couldn't believe it. Why were you turning him down? He was the King of Hell, he could make you powerful like him, give you anything you wanted! What was stopping you from accepting?

"Why?! I can give you anything you want! Power, money, comfort and lots of chocolate cake! Please accept it..." he looked sad, but deep down he hoped you would say yes. "I love you..."

His last words made you even angrier. The devil himself was confessing to you, you no longer feared him.

"But I don't love you! I want to get away from you, your hell and everything that surrounds you! I don't want power, I don't want money, I want you to go away!"

You scream, spitting out the words with hatred, not even caring what the blond guy might feel. You couldn't stand it any longer, the chains were tightening your body with each passing minute, you just wanted to go back to your normal life, without demons, without rituals, without anything weird.

You noticed Lucifer with his head down, quiet, and wondered if now he would accept it and leave you alone. Unfortunately, he wouldn't.

As soon as he raised his face, you noticed his eyes filled with a bright red colour, his horns began to appear from his head and his tail appeared behind him. Clearly, he was very angry, and now you felt genuine fear of what might happen to you now.

He began to smile, a fearsome smile that showed his sharp teeth.

His voice was slightly distorted. The chains squeezed you tighter and tighter.

"I am Lucifer, King of Hell, and it is not you who will change that." he approached, still smiling. "I can do whatever I want, and I want you, and I'm going to have you, whether you like it or not."

With those words, the chains disappear and you fall to the ground in pain. They were already suffocating you.

As soon as you calmed down, you looked up to find Lucifer staring down at you without smiling now. He snapped his fingers, forming a portal beneath the two of you.

Before you could fall, Lucifer caught you. You had your eyes closed, afraid to open them and see what you feared. You only felt Lucifer holding you until he finally stopped on the ground and released you. You open your eyes and realize you're in a spacious room, with a large bed with crisp sheets. The walls were dark, as was the floor. There were several pictures of Lucifer with a beautiful woman and a little girl and lots of rubber duckies scattered around the room.

You looked out of a window to see the red sky on the other side.

You were in hell, alone with the angel who had fallen from heaven, with no idea how to get home.

You despair, your breathing quickens and becomes heavy, cold sweat begins to run down your face. You turn around and find Lucifer taking off his jacket and hat and settling down in the bedroom.

You keep your distance as he starts to approach with that same smile as before, until you slam your back against a wall, making it easier for him, who could now approach you.

He came close, standing inches away. His hand caressed your left cheek, while the other took your right hand, bringing it to his lips so that he could kiss it.

"Let me go…" you plead, your eyes filling with tears.

Lucifer looks at you, smiling even more.

"No." he says, in the same tone you used when you told him that. "I tried to make it as friendly as possible, but you wouldn't co-operate. How could I keep the person I love close if I didn't force you to stay here with me?"

"This is not love...!" you say, without looking at him.

"It's your idea of love that's wrong, darling..." Lucifer's face moves closer to yours, his hand still caressing your cheek. "That love you humans appreciate doesn't exist, it never did. Love where the two live happily ever after only exists when one of the people involved makes it happen. And that's exactly what I am doing right now..."

He kisses the corner of your mouth, and you shiver at the touch of his lips.

Why you? What was so different about you that Lucifer needed it to be you? Since Lesley came with that, you knew it wasn't a good idea to do that ritual, you'd never done such things just because you knew it was never a good idea. You didn't want to mess with whatever was out there because you knew you could end up in trouble, and yet you agreed to take part in that damn ritual...

Look at the state you're in now: being forced to be Lucifer's prisoner.

"Don't worry, it won't be so bad." Lucifer says, now hugging you and putting his face into your chest.

You wanted to cry, scream, punch Lucifer until you couldn't, but you were afraid of what might happen if you did. You remained silent, cried silently, without moving a muscle.

Once again, your friends fucked up with things and you had to deal with it.

Just a quick reminder: This is just a fanfic, I don't like the idea of a yandere in real life. In real life, this is crazy and toxic, I don't support that.

So, if you guys liked it, let me know! You can also ask for me to write something about Lucifer again (I'm not doing other characters yet).

Thanks for reading! <3