#his voice and beautiful eyelashes? hell yeah

[rockn-rule]

So I'm watching polar express, right?

The reindeer are queer

[sebsbarnes]

confessions || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

summary: "you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know.

warnings: mention of a gun, injuries, blood

word count: 1.1k ; fluff

tangerine masterlist

you jolted awake, "what the hell," you mumbled.

eyes half open you patted around on the bed for your phone. the blaringly bright picture of a sunset staring back at you.

4:07am.

the noise that woke you up sounded again. banging at your front door. carefully you slipped out of bed and opened the drawer to your nightstand, grabbing the gun. slowly, you walked through the house creeping towards the door. the house felt eerily quiet more so than ever. the gun was held behind your back and before you could turn the doorknob you hear a voice.

"it's me."

you opened the door, "why are- jesus christ tangerine."

he smiled weakly at you, sort of shrugging, the suit jacket draped over his arm moving with.

"hey, love," he said dejectedly.

his typically smoothed back hair showed no sign of gel as his curls were a mess. the fitted suit that adorns his body was now loose with blood splattered sporadically on the fabric. the button-down shirt rolled up on his arms exposed his battered forearms. there was dirt on parts of his face, dried blood across his cheek and forehead, and a split lip.

"come in," you whispered, grabbing his hand pulling him in.

you locked the door and turned to the kitchen with tangerine still in tow. you turned the lights on in the kitchen, grabbing him water and pain reliever.

"eat these if you need something. i'm going to grab the first aid kit, alright?" you placed a box of crackers next to him on the counter and retreated to a hallway closet. when you came back, he was munching on a few and the glass of water in his other hand.

"okay now, what's the worst?"

"some prick got me in the thigh with glass," he grimaced gesturing to the torn trousers. you leaned in gently placing your hands on his thigh around the cut.

"take your pants off."

"well, that's quite forward love now, innit?" tangerine chuckled softly.

all you could do was roll your eyes as you turned around giving him a moment to hop off the counter and remove his pants. when you turned back around you couldn't help but swallow harshly at the man's muscular thighs.

"there's still bits of glass in this babes, i'm gonna have to take it out," tangerine hummed in response, clearly tired from whatever job he just came back from.

you grabbed a pair of tweezers and removed small pieces of glass left inside the wound and all tangerine could do was hiss in response. the wound was then cleaned and after tangerine gave you the greenlight, he let you stitch him up.

"now don't go fuckin' around you hear me. that's a good stitch," you said pointing at the finished product.

"yeah whatever darlin'," tangerine retorted.

you moved up to his face to clean the dirt and blood off him. you slid between his legs to get closer, fingertips accidently brushing over his thigh as you grabbed the rag next to him on the counter. you didn't notice the goosebumps that sprang to life on his skin and raced throughout his body. your lips were slightly pursed as the rag glided across his cheeks, wiping away the evidence of an earlier job.

tangerine couldn't help but stare at you during your concentration. the way your eyes danced across his face inspecting every minute detail. your eyelashes- god since when were they that long? he couldn't help the tiny smile that etched its way onto his lips hearing the small whistle your nose made as you breathed in and out. it was something you mentioned in passing that you hated, after your nose was broken on a job. small freckles decorated the bridge of your nose, and a now almost faded scar followed the curve of your cheekbone.

"you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know.

you faltered slightly. you and tangerine were friends. any compliments thrown each other's way was typically about work. you often worked with the twins on jobs so the three of you were close. the dynamics on and off the job the three of you had was truly incredible. many people wanted the trio because they knew the job would be a success, most likely bloody, but still successful.

to even try and deny the fact that tangerine is gorgeous was absolutely ridiculous. when you first saw him, you truly went breathless for a moment. there was no way this man was in the business of killing was one of your first thoughts, he had to be a model of some sort. and as if his looks weren't enough, when he wasn't being a complete dickhead, he had the most charming and witty personality. it was intimidating being around him most times, the feeling of insecurity often loomed around you when he was nearby.

you looked him in the eye before averting your attention to his split lip, "why didn't you go home?"

"found myself wandering this way," he said slipping off the counter.

"bit far from your house," you whispered in return. tangerine brushed a strand of hair out of your eye, his thumb running over your cheek.

"no distance is too far for you, darlin'."

you aren't quite sure where these confessions were coming from, but you would be a fool to say you hated it. it was obvious how you felt about tangerine. you knew it, he knew it, lemon knew it, damn near everyone knew it.

"i didn't know you could be a sap," you gave him a slight smirk.

his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, "today was too risky, thought i could solo it, make some extra money. it was stupid. all i could think about was you," he confessed.

you toyed with the gold chain hanging on his exposed chest before gently tugging on it, bringing him to you. the kiss was soft but long. in the midst of the kiss tangerine had placed you on the counter, finding home between your legs and holding your waist carefully. your hands situated on the base of his skull tugging ever so slightly on his hair. tangerine's mouth parted slightly in reaction allowing you to bite gently on his lip, ignoring the fact you can taste blood. with a sigh you both finally pulled apart. his hands never left your waist.

"c'mon, let's go to bed," you said.

tangerine wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, ignoring all the aches from today's job. 'i've waited months to hear these words,' he had muttered in your hair making his way through your house.

"i've waited just as long."

[demonic0angel]

Anger Management prompt where there is a car accident, except it's in space, between Team Phantom and The Outlaws.

(Lmaoooo this is so freaking funny bc my sister got into a car accident just a week ago. She’s fine tho, dw)

Part 2

“Fuck you!” The teenager immediately screamed. “Where the hell did you learn to drive?! Go back to school, fucking dumbass! You can’t even drive, you piece of sh—”

He was then pulled back by one of his friends, who grabbed him and dragged him back to their normal looking, definitely not broken spacecraft. A girl, dressed in a very distinctive style of goth, then made an awkward face, popped her gum, and said, “Sorry about him. He has really bad road rage.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “I can see that. So what’re we going to do now? You crashed into our spacecraft!”

“Well, you don’t have spaceship insurance, do you?” The girl drawled.

Jason was suddenly reminded of why he hated Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. They were goddamn insufferable, obnoxious, annoying, irresponsible teenagers.

Jason suddenly felt like he aged 20 years in an instant and wondered if this was what Dick felt like, being so old.

Roy patted him on the arm. “Want me to take care of this?”

Jason gestured for him to go ahead, already feeling a headache. Roy walked forward and smiled charmingly. “Hey, kiddo! So, it’s not a big deal that we got bumped into— happens all the time! But we just want to know where your parents are! And why you’re out in space! And how we’re going to get back to earth, since our shipped is now wrecked. You know what earth is, right? Earth is—”

“We know what earth is,” the same cursing teenager from earlier said with a snide tone, “We live there too.”

Roy and Jason blinked.

Then Jason spat, “Well, that doesn’t do us shit! We still have a wrecked spacecraft and we’re stuck here on this moon until you fix it! Don’t think you can just fly away! We’re stranded because of you brats!”

Kori then appeared out of the spacecraft and flew down to them all. The kids all immediately stopped, eyes wide in awe. She smiled and said, “Hello, children! Is there anyway you can help us? You did wreck our spacecraft after all.”

Immediately, in the most respectful tone Jason had ever heard, the two-faced brat from earlier then said, “I’m so sorry, miss. We didn’t think that anyone would be exploring this part of space out here, so we weren’t looking! We’re sorry. We don’t have the tools to fix it either.”

Jason’s entire face suddenly wanted to break out into the nastiest glare he could muster. So not only did this kid blatantly show favoritism to Kori (even if she was definitely super cool), he also couldn’t help at all despite the fact that he completely stranded them in space after being careless with a spaceship?

Kori frowned and they all shared a look. Now what? Jason could feel the migraine get more annoying and he almost wanted to pull out his gun just to kill some kids and feel better about his shitty fucking day, when the other teen, who had pulled away the feral brat, spoke up and said, “We can call Jazz!”

“Oh yeah! Jazz! Quick, Sam, call her up!”

Roy narrowed his eyes. “Who’s Jazz?”

“My big sister,” the brat said, “She’ll fix this.”

Great. Another annoying person who would only make his headache worse and possibly piss him off even further. However, just as he finished thinking this and sharing another annoyed look with Roy, a green portal opened up and a goddess stepped down.

She was tall, with a curvaceous figure wrapped in black and blue robes, as well as a fluffy cape around her shoulders. Her hair fell down over her back, colored red like fire and sunsets and tiger lilies, and her face was that of a statue, carefully designed, crafted, and admired by all. She was so beautiful and picturesque that the air around her seemed to glow like a halo.

Just looking at her made Jason’s sorrows disappear.

She blinked her fluttering eyelashes over her turquoise eyes and then asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

Her voice was so angelic that Jason didn’t even feel his headache anymore.

“Nothing now that you’re here,” Jason said dreamily.

“Oh my god,” Roy said, hand over his mouth as he stared at Jason in shock. Even Kori looked shocked and amused.

The boy with black hair shared a disgusted look with his friends. “I thought that would’ve been my line.”

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer with an artist reader

・❥ You’re hosting an art class, and the nude model is someone you never expected

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

xx: it’s a long one y’all 😭 we’re still in the pre-dating era! Slowburn, anybody? Forget the crumbs, have the whole loaf of bread, my swans ☺️

warning: brief mentions of nudity & mild swearing

After Lucifer’s initial tour of the hotel, he started coming around much more often.

He was beginning to reconcile with his daughter, and that meant making up for all the years he had missed out due to his self-isolation.

When Lucifer came to the hotel for Charlie, he always made time for you.

At first, when you had still been busy working away at the paintings for the hotel, he had used the excuse that he was just coming over simply to “admire the art.”

Nevermind that he crossed the entire hotel just to look at some paintings, but you never pried him about it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting in anticipation for his visits.

Sometimes, he would lean against the door frame in silence, watching as your brush glided across the surface of the canvas. He dared not to disturb you while you worked. Too afraid he’d cause you to slip up and place your brush in the wrong spot, ruining your piece.

He never would admit it, but the soft, feather-like strokes you made always seemed to lull him into a state of tranquil bliss.

If he had the opportunity to sit there for hours and watch you paint, he’d probably drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It was ASMR for the King of Hell.

You weren’t always sure whether he was admiring the painting, or you. You were too concentrated on making a leaf of a tree, or the surface of the water just right to trace his gaze.

You’d think with Lucifer being the embodiment of pride and his rank as ruler of the realm, he’d have demanded your attention instantly.

Instead, it was you who usually spoke first. “Are you going to sit down?” You’d tease with a warm smile, greeting him with a bat of your eyelashes as you soaked your brush with fresh paint.

“Of course, I just wanted to see your progress, it’s looks beautiful as always.”

You had hummed a thanks as he strode over to the flat cushion in the middle of the room, and collapsed in it. He had now claimed it as his personal spot ever since he had first used it when you let him use his wings for reference.

Every time he made himself comfortable, he would exhale a large sigh of relief, like he just walked out of a noisy and over-stimulating circus show.

His tolerance for people in general was still pretty dicey, but here, in the quiet corner of the hotel, he could reset his mind.

And with you there? He didn’t feel so lonely. Even in your silence, your presence and the multitude of large paintings leaning against the walls was all he needed to keep his mind from drifting off into darker thoughts.

“Boy, do you work fast. I can’t imagine what Hell would like if you were the one running things.”

“Probably terrible,” You had laughed, “I may be able to create art under time constraints, but the pressure of an entire realm on my shoulders? We’ll let the super-powerful-fallen-angel deal with that.”

“There goes my vacation,” He had sighed dramatically.

Sometimes, he’d catch you humming to an ancient tune, and every time he’d ask you about it.

“What song is this?” He’d ask, genuine interest lacing his voice.

“Innsbruck, ich muss dich lassen”

“I’m not even going to pretend to know what that means”

“ ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’ ,” you’d laugh, “It’s a German song and is, you guessed it, from the Renaissance.”

“Oh, right. Germany. Yeah, they were our biggest influx of souls back in the early 1900s,” He replied, “Must’ve been fun people.”

You shook your head at that. Right, ‘Fun’, that was a rather.. surface-level take on what that country had gotten into during that period of time.

“You should tell me more about the Renaissance.” He’d ask with puppy-dog eyes, which always made you set down your brush and turn to him. A content smile spreading across your face.

Your knowledge of such a time always intrigued him, the Renaissance as a whole did. For so long, he had desperately clung onto the hope that some of humanity would go on to create great and beautiful things due to his actions. That his Fall wasn't all for nothing.

Slowly, that hope fizzled out, and Lucifer’s growing delusion that Earth mirrored the sinful realm of Hell in more ways than one plagued his mind.

And then you appeared, passionate about Man’s most beautiful creations. Art, music, long-ago writings of sappy declarations of love in the form of poetry, and times when humanity’s intellectual and innovative nature flourished.

“It was absolutely magnificent,” You’d start, drawing from the depths of your mind all the imagery you could remember from when you were alive, “Filled with all kinds of artistic expression, painters that filled the ceilings of churches with heavenly imagery-“

Lucifer had snorted at that. This era in time had such a romanticized idea of what Heaven and their Creators were like. He pitied their ignorance.

“-and beautiful music. They were known for bringing to life a worldview known as Humanism. It was meant to bring back ancient philosophy — like from the Greeks — to uplift people to participate in the betterment of humanity, and to perpetuate much more virtuous actions. There must be a whole city full of them up there, I can't imagine anyone from that period ending up down here with how protective they were of their moral code.”

He’d always listen attentively in silence as you educated him. Sometimes, he’d even pull out the classic yellow rubber duck toy he held so close to his heart, and begin to fiddle with it as you spoke.

When he worked on them in your room, he’d curate them especially for you.

“Look! This one can refill your palette with the bestest freshest paint!” He’d exclaim as he wiggled it in the air, “And it still quacks!”

Every time, you’d pull up a cushion across the table from him, and rest your chin on your hand as you watched in amusement as he demonstrated his work.

In this instance, he squeezed the sides of the duck and it let out a pathetic Sqeaaooo and a glob of paint slid out of its mouth and plopped right onto the table. It splattered, leaving a few droplets on his pretty white overcoat.

Lucifer was a messy fella, and times like this made you growl quietly and reach for a wet cloth from your cleaning bucket. Hastily trying to rid his clothing of the bright red paint. Your movements across his sleeve made his body tense, and his breath quicken.

For someone who easily flustered you with abrupt acts of affection like the first time you met, Lucifer had the uncanny ability to turn his face as red as his cheek spots when you displayed such care towards him.

“It's still a work in progress.” He’d bashfully assure you every time something like that wouldn’t go as planned.

You’d wish Lucifer displayed such creativity outside of the yellow bath toy, but you promised yourself to help him down that path.

You could only imagine how many ideas this man had stored in that head of his, and you had a feeling you’d get him to wake up eventually. The thought of being there for him — with him, made your cheeks hot.

When it was finally time for him to leave the hotel — sometimes hours later, you’d walk him to the door of your little atelier and he’d turn to you, with that charming smirk and half-lidded look.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Charlie?” You had ask, as he adjusted his hat and coat to depart.

“I already did before I got here,” he replied nonchalantly, as if you two existed in completely different buildings. Nevermind that she was a flight of stairs and a few halls away.

There were no more bold kisses to the limbs from him after your first meeting, to your displeasure. Even thinking about it gave you feelings that tugged painfully at your heartstrings and made you beg internally for more.

You desperately wished for him to softly hold your hand once more, to feel his lips graze your knuckles, to drink in the warmth of his touch.

Instead, he clutched his staff tightly, and dipped his hat to you.

“Until next time, Darling,” his voice, like silk, had echoed as waves of gold surrounded him. In a blink of an eye, you were left alone once more. Your heart pounding just like the first time, and every time after that.

Today, your heart was pounding just as fast. Except there was no Lucifer in sight.

Three days ago, you got a call from a good friend of yours who ran an art studio on the other side of Pentagram City. She realized she had double booked her classes, and had begged you to take over one for them.

“I’ve never taught anyone before…” You had trailed off over the phone, apprehensive to the idea.

“Nonsense! You are so well spoken, and you’re fantastic at this kind of stuff,” She exclaimed, “It’s not that hard, all you have to do is sit there while they trace the model and step in a few times to give them some tips on techniques. They aren’t a beginner class, so they shouldn’t need much instruction. You’re also in charge of guiding the model with the poses, but I already have a sheet that has them all, so you just need to follow along.”

You stood there for a moment, thinking. This was something totally strange to you. What were art classes like in Hell, anyway?

“Oh, AND they are going to be nude. At least partially, we make them cover their um, nether regions. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right? I mean, you get paid for it so…”

Your friend trailed off, and the line went quiet for a moment as you mind raced. You looked around the now -empty atelier, your paintings finished and hung up around the hotel. You had nothing that was stopping you from doing it, not your skills, your time, or even the fact that the model was going to be exposed. You were in Hell, seeing someone like that was an almost daily occurrence. Telling her no just because of your nerves was a douchy thing to do, and you were far above that.

“Fine.” You conceded.

“YAYY!!” She shrieked in happiness, and you had to yank the phone away from your ear before it could start to bleed.

The next few minutes were her telling you where, when, and what to do. You had listened intently, memorizing her words. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of strangers that you were teaching.

After hanging up the phone, had you went downstairs and to the hotel’s lobby to inform Charlie of your new job.

“I’m really sorry if this interferes with me working here, but I just couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Pffft, it’s fine,” Charlie had waved it off, “You accepting the position as my new interior design manager is more than enough, i’m just glad you’re getting out of your comfort zone like this!”

You sighed a breath of relief. Good, no issues. You were worried she would have said no, and the fact she knows about Lucifer visiting you? Well, you weren’t sure how she was taking that. You never dared to ask, nor did she make any kind of indication her feelings about that.

“What’s it like?” She had asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s nothing too bad, I think I might actually like it. I just help them with their techniques on mastering figure drawing by using a model as a reference. My friend says they are still looking for one to pose, so hopefully they find one in the next few days.”

“Interestingggggg” Charlie responded, her eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. You could see the gears turning in her head, but what for, you had no clue. You didn’t ask either.

You had spent the next few days preparing, you even had visited the studio. It was very pretty, and the room you were in was small, but rather homey. You had more confidence with your ability to lead the class now after locating specific areas of importance.

Which lead you to present day. You were hurriedly scrambling around the room, grabbing anything of necessity.

Your eyes jumped to the clock, and a squeak of panic escaped you as the class’ starting time got closer and closer. Finally placing the last pencil in your bag, you raced down the stairs, beelining for the door.

“Where you going in such a rush, Hot Cakes?” Angel Dust called out to you from the bar, Husk next to him as he poured Angel another drink.

“To class, do you know where Charlie or Alastor is?” You questioned them.

A rush of wind tickled your back, and you whipped around to see the Radio Demon himself looming behind you.

“Hello, my friend!” Alastor’s toothy grin on full display.

“I heard you were looking for Charlie, unfortunately she left not too long ago. She said it was something of great importance, and that it could shape the future of the hotel. But do not worry, I am here to assist you!”

You placed your hands together into a praying motion, trying your best to appeal to the demon’s better nature. If he had one.

“Can you pretty, pretty please send me to the Regal Fortune Studio? I’m doing a class there and I need to get there on time.” You begged.

Alastor’s eyes squinted in thought. Before his smile widened more than ever.

“Alright, I suppose so.”

You didn’t get to utter a thank you before the demon snapped his fingers, and dark energy crackled around you. Cold suddenly gripped at your shoulders, and your vision blurred.

You squeezed your eyes shut, unsure of what would happen next.

‘Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me’

Suddenly, light hit your eyelids and you slowly opened them to see the studio before you, just steps away from the front door.

You exhaled a sigh of relief, before yanking open the door.

The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, and you could hear faint voices inside. Indicating that everyone but you was ready to begin.

You crossed the lobby, ready to pull on the handle of the door, before a slight movement in the corner of your eye caused you to turn your head.

At the far end of the room, you could partially see long, blonde hair sticking out into view. Then, you heard the stranger speak to herself. Quiet grumblings of a feminine voice as they berated themself.

You raised an eyebrow.. could it be?

“Charlie?” You asked slowly.

The stranger squeaked, their hair pulled out of view. You heard a thump against the wall, as though they’ve pressed themselves against it in an attempt to hide.

You slowly tip toed the hallway, before whipping your body around the corner, surprising the mysterious figure.

“Charlie!” You shrieked in surprise at the sight of her, crouched against the wall. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a shriek of her own. Her eyes darted around, before she pulled herself up to meet your gaze.

“Oh my gosh heyyyyy, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She mocked innocence.

“Bullshit,” you retorted, “I told you where I was going like three days ago. Why are you really here?”

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she bit her lip. As if she was deciding whether to tell you the truth, or another lie.

Suddenly, she let go of the breath she held, her shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Okay.. the truth is, when you told me you were hosting an art class I was so thrilled! For you, of course. But then, I thought about how much you and my dad were getting along! Then, I thought about how you guys seemed to have the shared interest of art. So I.. told him about the class?”

“And?” You questioned, irritation lacing your voice. You really did not have time for this.

“And I told him about how you were still looking for a model, and you know how he is. He doesn’t have a problem doing things like that in front of people, and he’s getting better at being around people in general..”

You gripped Charlie by her shoulders when she trailed off again, shaking her.

“Spit it out! What about your dad?!”

“HE AGREED TO BE THE MODEL FOR YOUR CLASS BUT I HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NUDE UNTIL WE SHOWED UP BUT HE JUST SAID GOODBYE AND WALKED INTO THE BACK ROOM!!”

You stopped dead, your breath caught in your throat. You turned your head slightly, eyeing the classroom door.

“Your dad… is in there… naked?” You finally managed to get the sentence out, your gaze returning to Charlie in a look of disbelief.

This was a joke, right? There was noooo way you were going to walk in there a minute and see Lucifer there. This was just a terrible (-bly good?) dream.

Charlie nodded in defeat, her head hung low.

“I don’t even have the mental strength to go in there. I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted to. He was dead set on this.”

You rubbed a hand along your face, gathering your thoughts.

“Well, there’s no stopping it now,” You said, rolling your shoulders in preparation, “Guess I have a class to teach.”

“Have fun..?” Charlie smiled innocently at you. Her plan was working, after all.

You shot her a glare before crossing the lobby once more, and pulled open the door. You stepped inside, breath hitched, and gently shut the door behind you.

In front of you, four older women sat behind easels with a blank white canvas attached. If they noticed your arrival, they didn’t show it. Instead, they giggled in the direction of the slightly lifted stage. You couldn’t see who was on the stage, but the familiar voice with giddy amusement told you exactly who it was.

“You’re finally here!” Lucifer called, and you did nothing but stand there for a moment.

Straightening your back, you exhaled a deep breath, and walked forward. Right past the stage. You kept your eyes in front of you, ignoring the golden gaze that trailed your figure.

You positioned yourself between the platform and the women who had finally stopped giggling and whispering to each other, and cleared your throat.

“Hello, everyone. I’m your instructor for today, unfortunately Renee couldn’t be here today. We’ll be going over the usual though, figure drawing with the model present today.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, before opening them with renewed energy.

Slowly, you turned on your heels and pivoted in the direction of the platform. Your eyes widening at the sight.

Before you, on a long, red couch lay the King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Shirtless, with no pants in sight. Thankfully, a thin, barely-hiding-anything sheet covered his waist section.

You met his gaze, a playful smirk etched on his lips. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, gauging for a reaction.

You made sure not to give him one. If he thought he was going a reaction from you in front of all these people, he was wrong.

“Let’s start by doing a quick sketching exercise, take about ten minutes to do your best and draw the model in front of you. Once the timer goes off, we’ll review and go over some techniques, before switching to a much longer pose.”

You clicked the timer, and the faint ticking of its gears cemented you into reality.

“Is that Lucifer?” One of the ladies whispered to her friend a chair over. Her friend shrugged, “I have no idea.. but boy, is he handddssoomee.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore their gossip.

Sitting in the chair farthest from the group, you crossed your arms, your gaze resting on the floor. Was he looking at you right now?

You sat there for a moment, before realizing you couldn’t ignore him forever. He was the model after all. Soon you’d have to be helping him change poses anyway.

You looked up, drinking in the view. He was lazily leaning against the back of the velvet couch,

His hair, with no hat to cover it, stuck to his face messily with sweat. As he adjusted his head, a few strands of curls fell in front of his eyes. His intense stare slightly masked.

Was the room getting hot, or was it just you?

His eyes were locked on you, that stupid smirk still on his face. You sent daggers back to him.

He replied with a wave of his fingers.

You refused to let yours eyes travel any farther than his face, not ready for what kind of images your mind would give you regarding what was underneath the sheet.

“Did you know the Renaissance was pretty famous for constantly expanding its artistic art forms?” A voice smooth as butter filled the silence.

What the hell was he doing?!

“Believe it or not, the naked human was a very big inspiration for many of their paintings. No sheet in sight.”

Some of the women perked up in interest at Lucifer’s words. You couldn’t tell if they were actually interested in what he had to say, or just to hear his voice as it commanded the room’s attention.

“For an era so virtuous,” He teased the last part, reminding you of your discussion days earlier, “They so did love their scandalous marble status.”

He let that sink in, and you rolled your eyes dramatically at him. You couldn’t believe this was how Charlie planned on setting the two of you up.

A candle lit romantic dinner? Nah. A trip to the movies? Boring, apparently.

Were you against the idea of getting closer with the ‘Big Boss of Hell’? Of course not! He made you laugh and was actually interested in your ideas. This was just not how you expected it to go down.

“Keep talking, pretty boy!” One called from behind her easel.

Before he could speak again, the timer shrieked in your palm. You shot up from your seat, clasping your hands together loudly.

You turned your back to Lucifer as you began instructing the class, showing them a few techniques on how to straighten their lines, and how to hold their pencil just the right way that would give them a much thicker line for specific parts of the body.

“Alright, now, we’re going to have the model switch positions.”

Grabbing the paper that held all the different poses, you held it out to him, your finger tapping against the specific one in question. It showed the figure in a front facing view, one hand closed in a fist supported their chin, the other tucked neatly underneath. As if they were listening intently to some hot gossip.

“I’m afraid I can’t see what‘s on the paper. Perhaps, if you come a little closer and show me?

You groaned internally, he was enjoying this too much. You strided over to him. His gaze followed you, his grin only widening as you closed in on where he laid.

“You need to turn facing them,” You commanded the King himself. He pivoted, his body fully facing the group of gawking onlookers. He gave them a wink, and they hid behind their easels, their whispers fast and beathless.

“Now, you have to move your arm.. like this.” You spoke, reaching out one hand. You hesitated for a minute. You’ve never been so.. upfront with like this.

Reaching down, you gently circled your fingers around his wrist. Slowly, you allowed your hand to slip down, reaching his forearm.

His body was hot to the touch, and you felt like melting right then and there. Maybe it was time just to accept defeat, this man was just too good looking.

You felt the muscles of his arms shift, and you halted for a half a second.

Did he just tense?

Maybe you weren’t the only one who could be teased.

You guided his arm forward, and then up. Sliding your fingers, ever so gently, around his knuckles. You squeezed, and his hand enclosed into a fist. You guided it underneath his chin.

“Touchy today, aren’t we?” He spoke quietly to you, his voice dripping with velvet allure as you positioned him as the image on the paper showed.

“You be quiet.” You scolded him, trying your best to bring on your most serious face.

His quiet chuckle in response made you drop the face instantly. It was obvious you were pretty bad at this kind of thing, at least compared to Lucifer.

You grabbed his other arm, and gently tugged it underneath. Letting it lay neatly below him.

Taking a step back, you admired your work.

You were going to return to your seat, before a thought crossed your mind. You took a step forward, closing in on Lucifer again.

“And one more thing…” You started.

Using two fingers, you grazed the bottom of his chin, firmly pressing upward. Instinctually, his head followed the motion. He met your eyes, his gaze intensifying.

“Good boy.” You teased, your voice laced with a hint of sultry satisfaction.

You didn’t miss his pupils dilating into slits and his breath hitching slightly. You just turned on your heels, not giving him a second glance before returning to your seat.

You tilted your head at him slightly, looking at him through your eyelashes. Your lips curling into a provocative smirk as you gripped the timer.

Maybe now this would be an even match.

“Begin.”

Time flew by once more, and this time, Lucifer refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he was purely focused on the easels in front him.

“Tell me, my dear artist,” He began, addressing the demon woman before him. Her eyes widened when she realized he was speaking to her.

“If we were back in the Renaissance, would I make quite the muse?”

“Pardon?” The lady asked timidly, her voice coming out in a whisper.

“How about a statue? Think about that. Tall, Marble-skinned, and… lacking this rather uncomfortable cloth.”

The woman’s face turned bright red. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue refusing to cooperate. Lucifer knew how to play this game well.

Then, he turned his head to you.

“What about you, stranger? Would you think i’d look good in such a form?”

You crossed your legs, leaning back in your chair.

“If the statue could stay quiet, while the class finished their work. Then, perhaps.”

The angel huffed, averting his gaze. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face, before continuing his blank stare at the wall.

The timer in your palm rang once more. You lifted yourself out of the chair. This was it, the last pose.

You strided back to Lucifer, his smoldering gaze on your figure as you approached.

For this pose, he needed to be off his stomach. You weren’t going to roll him like a log, or go anywhere near his torso. That was too brazen of an act for you to commit to, at least with all the eyes on you. Instead, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the white sheet. You tugged with all your might.

With an oomph he rolled along with it, he shoulder blades digging into the cushions as he landed exactly where you wanted.

Before the ladies could get even a glimpse, you hurriedly adjusted the sheet back onto him.

“Impressive, bending the devil himself to your will.” He commented as you continued to adjust his arms.

Ignoring him, you moved onto his legs, positioning them slightly.

“Careful~” He chided.

You said nothing to that either. Once he was in the correct pose, you released him. You glanced at his hair, now messily covering his face.

You reached forward and, splaying your fingers, pushed his hair back behind his head. You let your nails softly graze his scalp before you tugged them free.

“Sorry, can’t have your curls covering your face for the girls back there.”

“I bet they wished they were in your position,” Lucifer hummed “Few rarely are.”

You chuckled softly, “Please, the view looks better from back there.”

He let out an audible “Ha!” as the words left your lips and you turned away from him once more. You knew that must’ve stung, sending a blow to the prideful king’s ego.

Thirty minutes went by as you sat there, you spent more time examining your hands than meeting the gaze of the angel across the room.

This had turned into quite an eventful class, you couldn’t lie. You also didn’t expect such a shameless attitude from Lucifer, he was much more timid back in your painting room. Perhaps there was a side of him you still had yet to meet.

To be honest, sitting here, watching the clock tick by, you were pretty surprised this man had managed to stay near-perfectly still these past few hours.

Another thirty, and the timer rang its last chime. You had been positioned behind the drawing ladies, giving them critiques on their work.

You ignored the fact it was Lucifer you kept staring at on their canvas, instead simply regarding it as charcoal lines in need of straightening.

You wished them farewell at the doorway as they left. You hoped they had at least a pleasant time, since they’d have at least a good story to tell to their girlfriends over the phone.

Shutting the door with a soft thud, you sat there for a moment before your shoulders dropped in exhaustion. You honestly weren’t used to that kind of atmosphere, since your work consisted of you alone in a quiet room all day.

Taking a few steps backwards farther into the room, your gaze landing on the couch atop the platform. It was empty. Your eyes widened, did Lucifer just leave you here?

You rushed out of the classroom and strode into the lobby, searching for any signs of him.

“Wow, that little sneaky piece of-”

“I’m right here.” Came a familiar voice behind you.

You jumped, whipping around to find Lucifer dressed fully. Hat and all. Now this is what you were used to. Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow.

“What was that back there?” You motioned to the room behind you.

“My daughter invited me to look good in front of people and I did an outstanding job, as usual.”

“As the model? You couldn’t have just used your position as King to get a spot behind the easel instead?”

Lucifer grinned widely, leaning back against the wall. Could this have been his plan, and not Charlie’s? Now you weren’t so sure.

“Unfortunately, not many of us have a skill as perfected as yours with a brush.”

You accepted that praise. You had worked hard for it.

“And, not many people have as great of a photogenic face as me. So, we’re square.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked away. Lucifer kept pace as you both exited the studio, heading toward the curb.

“That reminds me,” Lucifer halted, reaching into his pocket to fish for something.

You stopped beside him, the mystery item in his coat pocket piquing your interest.

“I fixed it!” He held the the paint-vomiting rubber duck out to you, wiggling it in delight.

“You did?”

“That’s right. This bad boy can now pop out six different colors, you just have to pull its beak.”

“That actually really cool,” You laughed, taking the rubber toy from him. You turned it in your hands, maybe later you’d pretty it up with some fresh paint.

You looked up at him again, his golden eyes shimmering from the bright neon backdrop. You have much more to say to him, but your thoughts were jumbled from the day. There was one, though.

“You know, next time you should just ask.” You gripped the duck firmly in the palm of your hand, lowering your arm.

“Ask what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Luci. You’re telling me you hijacked my class because you had a change in career choice?”

His smile turned playful again, and he pivoted to face you, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Maybe, maybe not. That depends if i’ll be seeing you next week?” His eyes met yours with a questioning stare.

You gave him a warm-hearting smile, nodding your head.

“As always.”

His smile widened, and with a tap of his staff. Golden waves cascaded around you. It wasn’t cold, like Alastors. Instead, it was warm and relieving, like face planting into your pillows after an exhausting day.

As your vision began to obscure, you saw his face peak into the cascades of light, his hand reaching forward.

“I almost forgot.” His voice echoed, distorted by the magic as it circled them.

His hand enclosed around your own, and planted a kiss right onto your wrist. His lips lingered for a moment, as did his grip around your hand, as if your time together was too fleeting to let go.

You promised silently it wasn’t.

The light rushed over you suddenly, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep from being blinded. Lucifer’s touch vanishing with your sight.

Feeling your feet planting on solid ground, your eyes widened to familiar surroundings of the hotel lobby. You were home, and Lucifer was no where in sight.

“Hey, Hot Cakes!” Angel Dust called, still seated in the same spot at the bar, “How’d it go?”

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🤍 alright, let me know what you think of this!! your comments are appreciated, esp if you have any ideas on what to do next!

💜 the kisses are getting higher! part 3?

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

chuuya with a kitty!reader... he's sat on the bed, his back against the headboard as he waits for you. he's tired, exhausted actually, but the image of you in your teeny tiny little shorts keeps replaying in his mind. and your flimsy little tank top. your cute ears. your tail. fuuck...

he's half-hard in his boxers but he refuses to touch himself. he's hoping it'll simply go away if he ignores it long enough; you're in the bathroom washing your face while he's silently drowning in the lewd thoughts about his kitty. he doesn't want to ask, he feels just a bit embarrassed to do it – he's sure you've had one hell of a day too, sleeping and eating can oh, so tiring for a little cat like you afterall.

his head hits the wall behind him, his eyes falling shut as he fists the sheets. he just wants to go sleep; he wants to cuddle you and kiss you, and feel you against him. and feel you around him. you'd be so warm, so tight – his eyebrows furrowing with a cute, pink blush forming over the apples of his cheeks. he knows you'd make him feel so good, you always do. chuuya thinks about the fraction of a second when he caught sight of you bending over, the material of your shorts streching over your ass so deliciously. he feels like a proper pervert when his dick twitches at the thought of your soft thighs and your belly. your small hands, your skilled fingers, your sharp nails—

the bed dips and his eyes flick open, only to be met with your mischievous ones. you know. placing your hands on the mattress, you crawl toward him at a tantalizingly slow pace; your tails sways seductively behind you and your eyes twinkle with something dark, your lip caught under your canines as you settle yourself between his thighs. never breaking the eye-contact, you watch his adam's apple bob and the flush on his face spread even further. it goes down his neck and to his chest, to his shoulders and his ears. you think it's very cute, the effect you have on the port mafia excecutive.

"what's wrong, chuu, hm?" cocking your head to the side, you trace your nails over his knees, making the man shiver. your voice is sickly sweet, only making the embarrassment settle deeper in his gut as he tries to think of a way to change the topic. but your gaze is heavy and your touch burns, fingers slowly inching higher and higher over his sensitive thighs. "you can tell me... "

the pout you're giving him and the way you keep fluttering your eyelashes is not making it any easier for him, his head filling with filthy, just outright obscene scenarios and he feels awful. "it's nothing, doll. let's sleep, yeah?"

he raises his hand to caress your face and something warm pools behind his ribcage when you lean into his touch. your eyes soften just a tad and he's sure he's done it, but when he suddenly feels you cup his bulge, your nails slightly grazing the sensitive skin under his balls, he jerks forward. his eyes go wide and you think he looks even cuter now.

"what about this though, hm?" you apply some more pressure and watch the man before you crumble. ginger strands of hair fall in front of his eyes and he looks incredibly fucked out already. oh, how you want to play with him.

while keeping your ass up high, you place your elbows on the bed, knowingly pushing his buttons by showing him your perfect arch. slowly, your tail sways behind you, from left to right, and he feels as if he's being hypnotized. giving his balls another squeeze, you jut out your bottom lip. "i just want to take care of you."

chuuya's breath gets stuck in the back of his throat, his fingers wrapping around the hand that's giving so much grief. "you really don't need to, love. i– it's okay."

but his own body betrays him - the wet patch on his boxers, makes you coo at him while resting your cheek on his upper thigh. "please?"

your warm breath fans his clothed, aching cock and it's almost impossible to say no to you. how could he, when you're looking the most beautiful little thing he's ever seen in his whole entire life. and not only that, but you're also asking, basically begging to make him feel good.

"you sure?" he cards his hand through your hair, your ears twitching at the loving act – he's always been so very caring, constantly putting your needs above his own, so you figure it's time to show your appreciation.

"i want to, chuu."

leaning forward, you press your tongue against the side of his shaft, wetting the fabric with your saliva as you keep your eyes on your boyfriend.

with the combination of your hand and your warm mouth and the heavy gaze you offer him, chuuya feels lightheaded already. his free hand fists the sheet below him, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the material while his other stays in your hair. his palm rests on the back of your hair, gently pushing you closer to his bulge without him even realizing that he's doing it – he's way too far gone already. the pink on his cheeks deepens and you watch how his lips part in a silent moan and you take it as a sign that you're doing good, that you should keep going.

so after giving him a few more kitten licks, you grant him a smile, to which he responds with a twitching cock. he feels ashamed that he's so easy but he really can't help it – he can't help but let out a raspy hiss when you wrap your lips around his tip and suckle on it like it's some kind of candy. like it's your treat.

chuuya's hips buck up and he shoves you into him, so your whole face gets smushed against his bulge but it's not like you mind; you like it when he loses his control a little, you like it when he acts out of pure pleasure. it's the hottest thing in the world.

there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but it fades the moment you place a hand on top of his, telling him that he hasn't crossed any lines and that he should keep it there. chuuya gives you a small nod while swallowing, his adam's apple bobbing in the process. beads of sweat dribble down the side of his neck and you feel hungry, the itching desire creeping up your throat the more you look at him.

as you hum at the salty taste of his precum, you inch your hand a bit lower and start massaging the ever-so-sensitive spot between his balls and his hole, and you're immediately praised for doing so.

his back rises from the bed and forms an almost entirely perfect arch as a loud moan topples from his bitten lips. you think about teasing him for being so responsive but decide to hold back the thoughts just this once.

"ah– fuck!"

your tail picks up the pace, your own heart racing at the sight of him feeling good – this is what you want most, to just let him relax. to let him feel. he works so hard; all day long, and sometimes all night long and so, being the one that's able to give him the well-deserved reward he so deserves makes pride swell in your chest.

you keep rubbing small circles with your index and middle finger while sucking on his tip, the material of his boxers now completely soaked with the mixture of your drool and his precum. with the help of the guiding hand on the back of your head, you develop a steady pace at which you rock yourself into him.

he's writhing now. your mouth is so fucking warm and your fingers are working him like magic, not to mention the way you keep wiggling your ass up in the air. he can't get over how your tail moves, your excitement so evident that it's hard for him not to think about the mess he'd find between your own legs.

and then there's your eyes.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you haven't taken them off of him once and all the attention is really getting to him. his entire body burns with pleasure and his orgasm hits him like a fucking truck. the high comes so suddenly that he has no time to give you any sort of warning, not that you needed one anyway. with your lips still around him, you take him in your mouth as much as you can and cherish the way he's giving yourself to you.

chuuya grinds his hips against your chin and bites down onto his lip so hard it almost draws blood; he's now fully red in the face and in the chest and he's panting like a dog. it's a sight you never get tired of.

you lap on all of the cum that seeps through his boxers and then wait for him to make proper eye-contact with you again, to swallow it all with a smile. he gulps before mustering up a smile of his own – tired, flustered and lovesick all at once.

his body is still tingling with the aftershocks of the orgasm when you push yourself up and crawl on top of him and plop down onto his lap. hands on his warm cheeks, you kiss him hungrily, nipping at his lips and giggling into his mouth when his fingers dig into the plush skin of your waist in surprise.

but this is enough for the night, so you pull away and watch him chase after you with his eyes still closed. you give him another grin and brush his nose with yours and then you're already nuzzling yourself into his side and wrapping your hands around his middle.

chuuya sits there with his heart trying to jump out of his chest. oh, you're something alright. he still has to clean himself up and he knows that you didn't forget that – he knows that as much as you love making him feel good, you also love to push his buttons. to tease him and to really rub in the fact that he's completely and utterly wrapped around your pretty little finger.

his head falls against the headboard with a thud and a sigh and he swears he can feel you smiling against his skin. he loves it.

[chibinasuu]

Ace x Reader ― confession; stargazing

part of the cozy holidays event

🎁 ― @daydreamer-in-training tags: sfw, fluff, GN!Reader, no use of y/n, friends to lovers, jealous!ace

Fire Fist Ace took off his hat, looked up at the night sky, and sighed. 

The sound of raucous laughter, glasses clinking, and the jolly music that flowed from the Whitebeard Pirates’ infamous New Year’s Eve party seemed so distant from his perch on the crow’s nest of the Moby Dick. 

The Second Division Commander pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, trying – and failing – to erase the image of the First Division Commander’s arm slung around your shoulders as he refilled your drink, deeply engrossed in a playful debate with you about the medicinal properties of the plants you discovered on the last island. 

Ace had finally had enough and snuck away to the top of the mast when he saw Marco whisper something into your ear that made you burst into a fit of giggles.

He let out another sigh as he tried to suppress the burning ache in his heart. 

“Hey! What are you doing up here?”

Ace jumped at the sound of your familiar voice, his heartbeat quickening – partly from surprise, but partly because lately, it always seemed to do so whenever you were around. 

You climbed into the crow’s nest and sat beside your best friend, poking his bare shoulder, “You’re missing the party!”

Ace shrugged, “Needed some fresh air.” 

You leaned your head against the mast, taking in the vast, cloudless sky above you. 

The inky blackness was scattered with a million glittering stars, flickering brightly as they kept watch over the ship. 

It was a view you see almost every night, but most of the time took for granted. 

You smiled, “The stars are beautiful tonight.” 

“Yeah…” Ace glanced sideways, taking in your serene expression, swallowing the tightness in his throat as he reluctantly returned his sight to the stars, “Beautiful.” 

“Ace, look," you gasped excitedly, "It’s the Sea King!” 

The raven-haired man looked down at the ocean in alarm, “What? Where?” 

“Not down there, dummy,” you laughed, placing your fingers underneath his chin and guiding his gaze to the sky, “Up there.”

You took his finger and directed it to point at the brightest star in the heavens, “That’s its eye.”

You moved his hand slightly to the right to the next star in the constellation, leading him down the Sea King’s spine, to its fins, and finally its tail. 

“Get it?” 

“Not really.” He scratched his ear absentmindedly, painfully aware that you were still lightly grasping his other hand, “How the hell is that a Sea King?” 

“Let’s just say the ancient sailors had very imaginative minds.” You said with a chuckle.

You didn’t realize when, but somewhere during your conversation, you and Ace had moved closer together, as if drawn by an inescapable magnetic force. You could feel the heat emanating from the Flame-Flame Fruit user at every point of contact – your shoulder, down your arm, the side of your knee. 

The two of you fell into a lull, the silence comfortable. Unconsciously, you leaned further into his side, instinctively seeking that distinct warmth only he could provide. 

You found yourself looking at him out of the corner of your eye, studying his long eyelashes, and those freckles that rivaled the stars up above. 

All of a sudden, Ace turned his head toward you.

You instantly looked away, cheeks heating up at being caught staring.

He cleared his throat, “Shouldn’t you go back down there? Isn’t Marco waiting for you?”

“Marco?” You cocked your head in confusion, “He’s already gone back to his room – didn’t even bother to wait until midnight. Said something about his age catching up to him.” 

“You guys, um, looked pretty cozy earlier.” He stammered awkwardly, “Are you two a thing now?”

“Who?” You asked incredulously, pointing an index finger at yourself, “Me and Marco?” 

Ace averted his eyes from you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Ace, what are you talking about? He’s my Division Commander and a good friend of mine–” 

“Just like I’m your "good friend"?” He asked, emphasizing the words with air quotes. 

A hundred thoughts raced through your mind, but the most prominent one was: “No, it’s different when it comes to you.” 

You wanted to shout it out to get it through his thick skull, but before you could even open your mouth, Ace quickly said, “Sorry.”

He chewed his bottom lip, taking a deep breath through his nose as he contemplated his next words.

“It’s just, I don’t see you as a friend.” He shook his head frantically, “Wait, no, I do – you’re my best friend.”

He sighed defeatedly, ”And at first, that was all you were – a friend. Someone who understands me more than anyone else. Someone who goes along with my stupid pranks, but will not hesitate to tell me off if I cross a line.”

“But lately,” his words trailed off as he leaned closer and closer to you, “It’s been so hard not to…”

Blinking rapidly as if awoken from a trance, he backed away, leaning the back of his head against the mast with his eyes shut. 

Your heart raced at the way his nose had brushed yours, there for a second and then gone. 

It was getting more difficult to breathe – you could hardly believe this was not a dream – as Ace rambled on and on.

“I don’t know when or how it happened… I just know that I no longer see you as just a friend, you know? You probably don’t feel the same way,” 

“Ace.” 

“And I’m probably ruining our friendship by saying all this, but I really need to get this off my chest. I can’t–, I feel like I’m gonna burst into flames if I don’t say something. And earlier, you were down there all chummy with Marco, and I–”

“Ace!”

He finally looked into your eyes, breathless, “What?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

When his lips landed on yours, it felt like coming home – the sensation novel, but somehow familiar all the same.

All of the mutual pent-up longing and desire was poured into that first meeting of your lips, gaining intensity as first became second, then third. 

The two of you did not even register the boom of the fireworks shooting off, signaling the turn of the year with bursts of red and green, gold and silver, against the dark canvas of the night sky. 

Ace’s strong hand went to the back of your head, startlingly gentle despite his heated kisses as he pulled you in even further, like he couldn’t possibly get close enough. 

Your hand traced his warm torso – committing all the crests and ridges to memory – before traversing upwards to tenderly caress his cheek. 

As you withdrew to take a much-needed breath, Ace’s lips followed yours, unwilling to part now that he had gotten a taste. He brushed sweet, tiny pecks upon your lips, then moved his attention to your cheek. 

His kisses charted a path to your ear, where he sighed out your name softly, “I don’t want to be just friends with you anymore.” 

“Me neither,” you chuckled, “Not for a long time now.”

Ace pulled back in surprise at your admission, grabbing your face in between his hands, “Wait – a long time? Since when? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“...Touché.”

Ace laughed as he admired your glowing, fireworks-lit face, leaning in to claim your lips once more.

You put your hand on his chest, "Wait!"

Ace’s brows furrowed, his head filled with worry that you had suddenly changed your mind about this whole... relationship thing with him.

His heart lightened, however, when you merely grinned and said, "I almost forgot. Happy birthday, Ace."

This time, you were the one who leaned in.

At breakfast the next day, a hungover Izou approached a well-rested Marco with crossed arms and raised eyebrows, relaying the news that he caught sight of you and Ace sneaking down the crow’s nest, hand-in-hand, at an ungodly hour that morning.

“What did you do?” 

Marco smirked and shrugged nonchalantly, raising his coffee mug to salute his fellow Division Commander, “I just showed the boy what he’d miss if he waited too long-yoi.”

a/n: happy new year everyone!! here's to an amazing year to come 🥂 (also, happy birthday ace <3)

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[dumplingsfordays]

the phone call

pairing - Megumi x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - you call Megumi one night in hopes of changing your relationship from being best friends to lovers and it ends very unexpectedly.

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), mutual masturbation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), bffs to lovers, reader has female genitalia, swearing, timeskip to all characters 18+, one (1) mention of voyeurism + hair pulling + tummy bulge

note - back (sorta?) from my hiatus but I won't post content as frequently. sorry to all you beautiful people who submitted asks 😭😭 I'll make sure to do those fics asap b/c y'all are honestly lovely and overall really respectful and I appreciate it! thank you sm for being patient w/ little old me <33

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and as always, thank you for reading :))

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Quiet sighs escaped Megumi's lips in tandem with the soft breeze outside, whistling against the glass windowpanes. Moonlight drifted across his fair cheek like a silvery veil, making his pale skin glow slightly, and his long eyelashes, a trait that wasn't his favorite but one that almost every girl constantly pointed out with jealousy, fluttered when they met the edge of the light. And then, in the peaceful summer night-

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The raven-haired man sat up in his bed with sudden urgency, hand moving quickly to his phone on the nightstand and picking up.

"Hey, 'Mimi," your sleepy, half-awake voice came from the speaker. "Sorry to bother you but it's kinda important."

Upon hearing your voice, he relaxes - he lays back down and stares at the blank, white ceiling. "Yeah?"

"Uhm, I just wanted to talk to you about something..."

God, your sleep-laced voice was so gentle, sweet, alluring, even. He couldn't help but sneak a hand towards his abdomen to lay it on his stomach.

"Hey, 'Mimi, you there?" You ask all of a sudden.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm listening, don't worry."

You must be at your desk working, then, he thought, since you're up this late. Wait, no -- he heard the shuffling of bedsheets or something similar a moment ago. That was you, right? Were you also in bed? Did you also have the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips? Was your hand also laid down on your abdomen? Was it slowly creeping further and further down, until-

He shakes his head, rousing himself from his thoughts.

God, Megumi, what the hell are you thinking? They're your best friend, nobody thinks about their best friend getting off!

...Well, something about that scene was... arousing, almost, to him. The mere thought of you, laying on silk bedsheets and rubbing your clit to his voice, sent a shiver up his spine and he snaked his hand under his boxers. Well, guess he was doing this.

"So, um..." you continued, sighing, "I was thinking. I know that it's probably too late into the night to even be discussing this, but..."

"Yeah?"

He lets out a small grunt afterwards as his fingers come into contact with the sensitive skin of the tip of his semi-erect length.

"...are you okay, 'Mimi? Are you working out or something?"

"Ah, no, I'm just..."

Just, you know, casually touching myself to the sound of your voice. Nothing wrong with that at all. There's definitely nothing wrong with jacking off to your best friend's voice.

"Just, um. Moving my, uh..." His eyes glance around the room and lock onto the bedside table. "My table."

There's a small lilt to your voice as you laugh softly and clear your throat before speaking, and Megumi swears that he just got lightheaded from the rush of blood to his nether region.

"Okay... I was just thinking about, well... this. Our friendship."

He tries not to sound too strained and breathy when he replies, starting to slowly move his fist up and down his leaking cock. "What about it?"

"Well, I think that, um.. you're a really nice person. And I really like you. And recently, I was thinking about what it would be like if we, um..."

You pause, biting your lip. Should you really finish your sentence? What if he takes it the wrong way?

"You can say it. I won't judge, y/n."

"Thank you..." you laugh briefly and breathlessly, fidgeting with the skin on your torso. His words were innocent, but it was the tone in which he was speaking that made your thighs twitch slightly and your mouth dry up. Christ, Megumi always made you feel things that you knew you shouldn't be feeling towards a friend who probably only liked you as one. "I, well... I was thinking that it would be nice if we hung out at some point. Maybe, like... go out on a date, or something... I understand if you don't like me in that way, or if you're too sleepy to decide yet, but I just wanted to put that out there..."

His eyes widen a bit as he hears the word "date", and he subconsciously tightens his grip around himself, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. So you were interested in him, too.

"I'd... I'd love to."

He forces down a quiet groan as he hears the pitch of your voice rise slightly in excitement. Unbeknownst to him, your hand slides down your lower abdomen, gliding across your upper thigh.

"R-really? You're not kidding or anything, right? I mean, like... please don't worry about making me feel good about myself or anything, just..."

You hear him laugh softly on the other end, which makes that spot between your legs throb even more intensely.

"Of course," Megumi replies, trying to sound as put-together as he can. "I won't lie to you about stuff like that."

Smiling, you sigh in relief and your hand comes into contact with your inner thigh. After a brief pause, he speaks up again, his voice a little deeper.

"So.. anything fun happen recently in your life? Any new books you've read, or interesting gossip you've heard?"

Your head tilts to the side as a scenario pops into your head at his words. Him, laying next to you, whispering into your ear as his fingers caress your--

"Nope..." you laugh, a little shakily due to the intrusive thought. "But there was this one thi--"

He makes a quiet noise of pleasure and you choke, your fingers finally touching your slick cunny and rubbing it gently.

"...M-Mimi, did you... are you...?"

"Christ, I'm sorry, I-- fuck. I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't-- God, I..." he sighs, regret clear in his tone as he apologizes. "You probably think I'm some creep or something now. Feel free to cancel the date, I don't deserve it anyway after all this."

You swallow and you feel your face redden in embarrassment before answering, whispering.

"Actually, I... I, um, I'm not mad. I-I'm doing the same."

"What?"

His reply is instantaneous, his voice a mix of nervousness, shock, surprise, with the undeniable tinge of arousal. You were going to be the death of him someday.

"I-I'm doing the same. I know it's weird, I..." you trail off, sighing. "I'm sorry too."

"Can we..."

Megumi's trembling all over now, his cock unfathomably hard and standing up at attention in his fist, which begins to pump up and down a little more rapidly. You can hear it very faintly from your phone and you practically gush at the sound.

"...can we, um... keep doing this? And talking? I just... I think that since you're interested in me and I in you, we can satisfy our urges, I guess..."

"Please," you shiver, voice getting softer and more desperate as he talks.

"Fu-uck..." he groans out, biting his lip and looking down at himself. He decides to finally remove his boxers and strokes himself under the blanket, leaning into his phone's microphone as he pants softly.

You, in your own bed, whimper at the expletive -- you knew his voice was attractive, but this? Him swearing, and in that rough yet pleading tone, too, made you unimaginably wet.

"Can you... can you describe it? Please?" you choke out, toes curling as your fingers press against your clit slightly.

You hear him groan at your words again before he replies.

"I-It's standing up real tall 'n warm, sweetheart... it's fucking throbbing, all for you... God, I just wanna bend you over and... shit... just shove my cock into your tight pussy..."

You moan quietly as you imagine the absolute filth of the scenario, how deep his thick cock'll reach inside you... he'll probably be thrusting into you so hard that people on the street will hear the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin from the window of your bedroom all the way up on the fifth floor. And, oh, God, what if he grabs your hair and pulls on it, twisting your back and pulling his face closer to yours to meet you in an intense kiss, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in this passionate dance for control?

"You're gonna feel so good around me, baby... maybe clench as I play with your clit and press my hand to your stomach to feel that little dent of my cock... you're gonna feel so fucking warm and wet around me..." Megumi groans loudly as his hand does a particularly satisfying stroke around his length, smearing slightly sticky precum in his fist. "Christ, I can already imagine it... I'm so fucking close..."

"Me too," you cry out, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive skin and thighs quivering from the electrifying pleasure. "I'll feel so good, 'Mimi, so full..."

His fist travels up to his tip, continuing the up-and-down motion as he moans shakily. "y/n-- I-I'm gonna-- fuck, think I'm gonna come--"

You whimper in reply, toes curling and forearm flexing. At long last, that wave of heat crashes down on you both, him groaning shamelessly as thick cum spurts from the red tip and onto his fist, and you gasping for air, moaning as you reach your respective peaks. Your body trembles as you're thrown around mercilessly by your orgasm and he can tell very clearly by your voice -- it's high-pitched, desperate, and borderline wanton.

As you both calm down from your highs, the movements of your hands and arms gradually slowing down, you giggle breathlessly.

"This was... ah, certainly something..."

You hear his voice, deep and comforting as he chuckles, through your phone speaker.

"Indeed it was."

"...But we're still going on that date, right?"

Megumi laughs. "Obviously."

[riverbutghost]

He is much more older than you || 2

(sorry, this is a bit longer than I intended it to be and no more parts are coming, just your imagination ;)) part 1 here || part 3 here!!

You still couldn’t help but think about his words over and over again. It was hurtful, getting scolded from him was always hurtful. But this was something else, he had rejected you.

“Sir,”

You mumbled, and opened the door after he had told you to come in.

You didn’t say a word. You didn’t look at him. What happened to ‘You weren’t going to stop?’ huh?

You didn’t know what to do, God you weren’t that brave either. Your last encounter left something in your heart. A little crack.

You sighed, it was simple. You decided to not say anything if he didn’t, and if he did well, you weren’t sure if you could control your emotions.

“How are you?”

Yeah.

“I’m fine, sir. Have a good day.”

You mumbled and got out. Almost immediately after you left, your chest started tightening. You breathed deeply.

“Hey, long time no see!”

You jumped, all of the folders in your hand dropped to the floor.

“Oh my God, Gaz.”

You exclaimed, and he just laughed. You laughed too after a while, he was back. You started chatting with him, your mind was slowly losing your lieutenant’s words.

-

Simon on the other hand, wasn’t feeling all settled.

“Oh my God, Gaz.”

He heard your voice, slight excitement in it. His eyebrows were furrowed immediately. He felt primal, raging as if someone stole his mate.

As your voice were dying down, he got up and locked his door. He pulled off his mask, and rubbed his temple quite aggressively.

“Fuckin’ hell..”

He sighed. He knew he was denying it, everything. He was denying it, because that was easier. Easier than loving you. He knew it, and he hope you did too.

But this wasn’t enough. He was angry, hungry. He didn’t know what he wanted- no he knew. You.

“Sir..?”

He jumped up, grabbed his mask and put it on after hearing your soft, delicate voice.

“Yeah-yeah. Come in.”

You got in, a smile forming on your face. You were in a lighter mood, he assumed.

“Price told me to drop these off..”

You said, while giving him some of the documents that you were carrying. He sighed and thanked you, your scent making him feel.. yeah.

He cleared his throat, and you looked at him. You blinked a few times under your thick long eyelashes. He gave a breath.

“Gaz is back?”

“Yeah, thank god he is alive. Would you like a coffee, sir?”

His thighs tensed, and he fisted his hand. Closing his eyes, he shook his head.

“Are you okay-?”

He panicked, he didn’t want you to see it.

“Get out.”

There it was. You knew it would be like this if you ket your hopes up.

A disappointed sigh left your mouth as you got out of his room. Simon cursed himself, for making you sad again.

He was going to regret this.

He called your name. Yelled it, actually.

You turned around in shock, body tensing as your eyes connected with his’

“Yeah..?”

You mumbled. Confusion spread over your face.

“I. Fuck, come here.”

“What?”

He sighed and got up, steps coming in a hurry. He backed you up into the door, and you gasped quietly. You looked up at him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

He calmly but firmly said, making your knees go weak.

“What am I doing to you, sir?”

He slammed his fist next to your head, cursing at the same time. You flinched. You liked it. He was finally caving in.

“You and this fuckin’ filthy little mouth. Beautiful little mouth.”

He looked up, almost trying to gain some control.

“Fuck it. I’m done playing games. Get over to the desk. Come on now, pretty girl.”

Your breathing was unsteady, your heart was pounding. You thighs were dripping.

“You asked for it, now get over to the desk. Let’s see if that’s what you want. This sweet little face is gonna be messed up.”

He clicked his tongue and rolled his sleeves up, making you mutter an ‘oh fuck’.

You knees buckled, but he held your waist.

“Now.”

[loserboysandlithium]

There’s a First for Everything: Eddie Munson one shot

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: this is a series of one shots written in Eddie’s POV about his sexual experiences. ;) this one is the first time he got head. I hope you enjoy. 🖤 Chapter list found here .

Part one:

******

It started as a normal deal. She came by the house and I gave her the usual.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming across her body. Her fishnets clinging to her thighs, her little skirt riding up as she sat down on my bed, shuffling through her purse.

“Twenty?” she asks, looking up at me with eyes that felt like they could pierce right fucking through me.

“Uh- you know what, this one’s on the house. I’m getting a new batch soon anyways so..” I trail off, glancing down at my black combat boots.

“Oh yeah? That’s really sweet, Eddie.” she purrs, her warm voice like fucking velvet.

“It’s nothing.. really.” I mumble and then I see the toes of her converse meet my boots. I glance up to see her face only inches from mine.

“Maybe I could thank you for it. Some other way.” she whispers, her lashes fluttering just a bit.

“What do you- oh fuck..” I let out a needy whimper as her hand meets my cock over my jeans.

“This okay, baby?” she steps closer, pressing her body against mine as she starts to trace the outline of my dick. I’m already rock hard. There’s no hiding how fucking excited I am.

“Y-Yes.” I stutter.

“Mmm.. you’re so big, Eddie.” she breathes out as her thumb reaches the head of my cock under the denim.

“Please. Can you.. touch me please? Do you do under the clothes stuff or..?” I blurt out, my cheeks blushing even brighter.

“You are adorable, Eddie Munson. I wanna suck your dick, baby.” she coos, and my eyes widen as she drops to her knees in front of me. Fucking hell.

“Fuck yes. P-Please.” I whine and she chuckles as she looks up at me with her doe eyes.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” She hums as she unbuttons my jeans, pulling them down slowly, finally releasing me from the prison of my own fucking pants. I can’t help but let out a soft whimper as my dick springs free, slapping hard against my stomach.

I watch her carefully, the anticipation making my cock twitch. She licks her pretty lips before taking me in her hand, stroking slowly.

"Oh fuck.." I moan, her soft hands moving up and down my dick. Her eye dart up to meet mine, a smirk adorning her beautiful face as she kisses the head of my cock before snaking her tongue around it.

“Goddamn..” I breathe out, my whole body tensing up under her touch. She works her way to the underside of my cock licking the full length, making my head fall back.

“Y/n… holy shit.” I groan, bringing my hands to her hair. I thread my fingers into her soft locks, not adding any pressure, letting her have full control.

She swirls her tongue all around, wetting every fucking inch of me.

Her hand begins to stroke me as her lips wrap around my tip and she begins to bob her pretty lips up and down.

Seriously, don’t fucking cum, Eddie.

She sucks back to the tip, pulling off with a little pop, knocking another pathetic moan from me. "Make me choke, Eddie." she pouts, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

I grip her hair and lightly start to push her head down, the action making her moan immediately.

"This- this is amazing." I pant breathlessly as her cheeks suck in creating even more stimulation on my cock.

I hold her hair even tighter and cautiously start to buck my hips, fucking her throat. Another moan vibrates across my dick as I look down at her, spit seeping from the sides of her mouth, her eyes watering.

She grips my ass tightly, pulling me deeper into her throat as I continue thrusting into her mouth, all the nervousness leaving my mind, the pleasure overwhelming every part of me.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna fucking cum..” I grunt as she gags beautifully around my thick cock.

She continues to hollow her cheeks as I fuck deep into her throat, her nails digging into the skin of my ass.

My eyes roll into my head as I feel the familiar sensation. “Oh fuck. F-fuck baby.” I stutter just as my cum shoots into her mouth. My jaw falls slack as I pump her full of my release. She swallows around my dick making me whimper again.

She takes every last drop of my cum, moaning as she swallows it causing my entire body to shudder. She stands up from her place on the floor, wiping her lips free of drool and my excess cum before bringing her thumb to her lip sucking it clean.

“I think you almost killed me.” I chuckle and she rolls her eyes at me with a little smirk.

“You should see what else I can do.”

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[kentoavenue]

grateful - gojo satoru

"whatever you're thinking of, save it for tomorrow. go to sleep."

you release a heavy exhale, before pulling your arm from under your pillow and flipping over, eyes meeting stark blue ones.

you've always been mesmerized by how sky-like his eyes are, but even more so when even with the lights off, they still manage to glow. as if heaven itself lied behind those orbs.

satoru is blessed, you think. but you feel even more blessed than him for being the only one who gets to see him like this—so at peace and laid bare for you.

"you're not asleep either," you reply with half-lidded eyes.

you're tired, sure, but there was no way you'd find sleep anytime soon. not with the war waging in your head right now.

"tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours," satoru says, bringing his hand up to tuck back a lock of hair behind your ear. he rests his hand there, too.

you suck in a quiet breath, not sure how to proceed.

ever since he came back, you've been holding him more dear than usual, afraid he'd slip past your fingers again. you don't tell him that, though. sure, he knows it anyway, but saying it out loud seems like it'd jinx everything to hell again.

"i'm thinking of you."

he blinks up at you, silver eyelashes fluttering against his eyelid. god, he's beautiful.

"what about me?"

you should be grateful.

grateful that you have the strongest as your other half. grateful that he doesn't need to look over his shoulder. grateful that you never had to truly worry if satoru was going to make it home some nights.

grateful that unlike most other sorcerers, satoru never had to walk hand-in-hand with death. grateful that death hasn't knocked on his door even when the world fell to chaos. grateful that he's still here with you, breathing and warm and alive.

but you're not grateful tonight. not with the battle he's announced in several hours.

you don't want to say it, but you say it anyway, "don't be a hero."

a silent pause, before, "baby, you—"

"no, let me say it, satoru. i have to say it out loud," you whisper.

his hand leaves your cheek and slides down to rest above your waist. you relish the feeling as much as you can, commiting to memory the weight and warmth of it. you wish you two could stay like this forever.

"okay," he nods, shifting closer.

it's quiet enough that you can hear your own heartbeat, maybe even his, and you hope he can hear them too.

"i would never tell you not to go and save megumi," you start. you hesitate for a moment, but continue, voice quivering ever so slightly. "but you have to remember your life means just as much."

satoru's listening, but doesn't say anything. instead, his hand finds yours and he brings the back of your hand towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"thank you for worrying about me, but you can stop now."

"are you hearing me, satoru?" your fingers grasp his tighter, a silent demand for his full attention. he gives it to you. "i'm asking you to please come home tomorrow night."

"i will, baby." he plants a quick kiss on your nose. "i'm the strongest, or have you forgotten?"

you clench your jaw slightly, wondering if you believe him or not.

you decide you don't. not enough.

but you're not going to ask him to promise you anything either. not when he already carries so much burden alone. not when you know how easily promises get broken as of late.

"i just—." you pause to look at him, really look at him. and you pray to god that you remember each and every delicate feature of his. every flaw, every dip, every scar. "i just want you to remember that i love you, always. and i won't make you promise it, but i hope with every piece of my soul that i see you tomorrow. and the day after. and the day after that, too."

satoru huffs out a short laugh, lips pulling apart to form a smile.

"you underestimate me, again." he plants another kiss, to your forehead, now.

"i'm not," you murmur.

"yeah, you are." he raises both your hands, fingers intertwining in the air. "you're underestimating my abilities, you're underestimating how much i love you, and most of all, you're underestimating the lengths i'd go to just to come back home to you."

it's not often that the satoru gojo shows raw emotion, but... here he right now doing so. he's offering you his still beating heart in his hands—and you take it. you swear you'll keep it safe with you forever.

"just—when you're out there, remember i love you, more than anything."

you're holding satoru's gaze intently, before his' drop to your lips, then back up again.

"and i love you even more than that, my girl." satoru presses one last kiss, to your lips this time. “i’ll make it home to you, i swear it.”

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male one-shots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.5k┆warnings: cursing, death, gore, kidnapping, slight mentions of suicide, obsessive behavior, stalking┆a/n: for the longest time I had no idea who “kagehara” was. that is, until I read a long-ass tumblr post explaining that he’s js pre-game shuichi. sorry for the shorter post!

SINFUL ━ pre-game ! shuichi “kagehara” saihara x kidnapped ! reader

⤷ 𝕳𝕰

had been in love with you for the longest time. So much so that it felt like hell not being around you even for a few hours.

When he wasn't following you around the school hallways or watching you take notes in class, he was thinking about how beautifully you wore your school uniform.

Or how your kind and friendly personality always made him feel better about himself.

Or how your soft, (s/c) skin glistened against the dim rays of the afternoon sun. The way your beautiful (e/c) eyes complimented your every feature.

You were so beautiful to him you were practically glowing.

Even as he watched you change your clothes from your bedroom window.

This wasn't anything new or surprising, in fact, Shuichi Saihara, or just Kagehara, does this everyday after school.

The same time.

Same place.

All the time.

But, today was different. Today, he overheard you and a few of your friends talking about going out somewhere.

Usually in this scenario, he would follow you around and luckily not get spotted by either your friends or you, yourself.

But that didn't matter to Shuichi.

Because like I said earlier, today was different.

Once you finished getting ready, you grabbed your bag and left out the front door to your house.

You paused in your tracks at the sight of someone unexpected, nervously twiddling with his pale fingertips.

He looked up, your eyes meeting with wide,

grey-green ones staring right into yours, before he looked down.

"...Saihara?" You asked.

Despite everything that had been mentioned up to this point, Shuichi has been too afraid to even speak to you for the longest time.

The fear of rejection deeply disturbs his soul, so he's never told you about how his feelings... or if he even wanted to be friends.

He may know every little thing about you, but you still cannot even remember his first name.

The dark-blue haired teenager awkwardly put his left hand in his pocket and cleared his throat, "U- uhm... yeah, Shuichi Saihara?" He tilted his cap down with his right hand and stared down at his feet.

"I'm uh... in your home-room..."

"Ohh...!" You smiled, "I'm sorry! I must've forgotten!"

You paused as confusion fogged your mind.

"Wait, how do you know where I live?"

Ignoring your question, Shuichi began speaking again, "Y/n, I... I'm really sorry for this..."

"For wha—"

Cutting your sentence short, the what seemed to be quiet boy forcefully pushed you against your front door. Before you could react, a white cloth was shoved into your face.

Then everything went black.

(E/c) eyes fluttered open at the sound of quiet footsteps against a hard, solid floor.

Your vision was blurry as you slowly, but surely, began to regain consciousness.

Looking up at the source of the noise, not being able to clearly make out a face. What you could see was the blurry silhouette of a male in a black suit and tie.

Wait... what was the last thing that happened?

And where the hell are you!?

The male peered down at you, a small smile grazing his pale features.

"I hope you're not too hurt, Y/n, dear," a soft yet sinister voice spoke out.

"It took me a good while to think of a fast yet efficient way to knock you out without causing any external injuries to your... perfect body..." the strange person kneeled down to be at eye level with you, and that is when your vision got clearer.

The first thing you noticed was their dark-blue hair almost fully being covered by a black cap.

Those shy, grey-green irises accompanied by long, dark eyelashes frantically looked around your fearful figure for injuries.

The dim light illuminating the strange room shone against his unhealthily-pale, snow white skin, making whoever this person was more visible.

And quite obviously, 'this person' was...

"Shuichi Saihara!!?" You screamed.

Or, attempted to scream.

For your mouth was sealed shut with duct-tape. Making all your desperate screams and shouts muffled or silenced.

And for the cherry on top, your wrists were cuffed together and you could say the same for your ankles.

Shuichi had sat you on a mattress with your back against the hard, cement wall. Beside you were blankets of your favorite colors and stuffed animals you thought you've lost months ago.

How nice... you thought sarcastically.

"Oh good, you're not hurt." He let out a relieved sighed and moved a bit closer to your face.

You flinched and backed up as far up against the wall you could.

"I had no idea what I'd do to myself I was ever the cause of you being hurt...!"

A wide smile spread across the teenage boy's face after he said that.

The smile of a complete psychopath.

"...I... I wouldn't be able to live with myself..." he muttered. "I would... wouldn't be surprised if I ended it right there..."

Those where the last few words you could make out before he continued to quietly ramble incoherent words to himself.

You jerked away from him as he yanked your hands closer to his chest, holding onto them firmly.

"I... I know you don't understand why I brought you here... m- maybe you'll never understand... but I did this for us! I did this for you!" He exclaimed.

"If not... If not, you'd never know about my undying love for you! I love you so much Y/n! I love you more than I could ever love myself!!"

His words left his mouth so easily, as if every single word he spat wasn't complete insanity.

Light red dusted his pale cheeks as he confessed his love to you over and over and over again.

Until there was and abrupt stop to his words.

His mood switched faster than a stop light.

Roughly, he pulled you into his open arms, holding you in an uncomfortably firm embrace.

You let out a quiet yelp at his forceful action. Tears pricked in your (e/c) eyes as you struggled to pull out of his tight grip.

He shushed you while your screams and shouts to be released we're muffled.

All your actions being completely, utterly futile.

"Shh..." his left arm held onto your waist as his right hand rested on the back of your head.

"I won't hurt or harm you in any way, dear," Shuichi lovingly whispered in your ears.

You squirmed and desperately tried to pry him off your trembling figure. The tears building up in the corners of your eyes began rolling down your cheeks, staining your soft, (s/c) skin.

"Y/n... do you know why I brought you here...?" He traced small circles onto the small of your back as his occupied hand caressed the back of your head comfortingly.

Despite the lack of a response, he continued, "it's because... because you've never noticed me..."

He sighed sadly and continued, "Every single one of my attempts to get your attention were all in vain... Fuck, you didn't even know my first name until a few hours ago."

A bright pink dusted his cheeks, "But now that I have you here, all to myself... I'm going to so I am the only one you'll ever see."

A large, crazy smile formed on his pale, "From the moment you wake up to the hour you go to sleep, I'll be there."

"And maybe then... only then, you will finally love me back."

"Because you mean everything to me..."

You trembled in fear while weakly whimpering and struggling to push him off with his "loving" embrace tightening. His confession and reasoning was completely nonsense to you. You didn't care about his love for you.

You just wanted to go back home.

More and more tears rolled down your face in frustration as he proceeded to hopelessly ramble.

Until there was an abrupt stop to his speaking.

You froze at his change of tone and demeanor. Your desire to leave and never come back growing even stronger than before.

The mentally unstable teenager released you from his "loving" arms. He tilted your face up by your chin to look you into your red, puffy eyes.

"You... you're crying...?" His dull, green eyes widened in slight shock.

Carefully, he wiped the hot tears streaming down your face with his thumb.

"Please... please don't cry..." he muttered softly, "Don't cry, Y/n..."

Wiping away the last of your tears, he completely rids your skin of his touch.

"Ah, I get it now..." he chuckles to himself.

"I'm not good enough."

"Thats why you desperately desire to leave. That's why I destroyed my mental and physical health spending hours in my locked bedroom stalking your social media. That's why I imagine all the people who think they have a chance with you being eliminated in the most gruesome ways. That's why I have so many lewd fantasies about you that I'm begging to hate my own imagination."

"That's why... tha... that's why... why..."

"That's why... you'll never love me back."

He reached up to grab his cap, lifting it off his head and tossing it behind his back.

"But that'll never stop my love for you."

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[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Energized with all the glory."

F!reader x FAMOUS!Satoru Gojo

♡ Tags. Female reader x Satoru Gojo, rough sex, drinking, uses of the words "princess", "my pretty", "my dear", and "Pretty girl", swearing.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS SMUT.

Satoru is beautiful, and that's an understatement. Short, fluffy white hair, smooth fair skin, long white eyelashes, long fingers, a slim yet muscular build, a silky voice, glossy lips, and of course, his hypnotic blue eyes.

So, it's no surprise that a modeling agency came to him one day, or that he became famous in three days, and of course, it's not a surprise you saw him in every magazine, every post you see on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, you name it.

But, the supermodel saw you once, and was obsessed the very second it happened.

He just saw one of your random posts, and needed to know more about you.

So, he slid into your dm's.

...

And now, here we are, in his mansion, sipping red wine while you sit on his lap.

It was such a sultry and soft vibe, dim lights, him wearing a black tuxedo, and you wearing a beautiful red dress he bought you beforehand. And if you asked him why he did all this, he wouldn't tell you. Mainly because he himself doesn't know.

"Hm. I think you look really nice in that dress, my dear. It fits you perfectly, dontcha think?" He asks with his cheeky grin, booping you on your nose.

You nod in response, a soft smile on your lips as you look up at him. The wine is clearly expensive, maybe a bit too expensive for your liking. You're just a normal girl, living a normal life. You didn't expect this supermodel to invite you to his house, one of his many houses.

But, it all made sense after his endless compliments on how beautiful you are, and of course, it made even more sense when his hand started to wonder down your body, gently squeezing your nipples through the thin fabric.

"S-Satoru, H-he—" You get cut off by him pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and you can feel his smirk from the way you try to hide your moan. His other hand starts to slip lower, rubbing against your thigh as you start to feel a poke against your ass.

"Hmm... It's okay, princess. Just relax for me, yeah?" He says with that charming smile, rolling up your dress to expose your panties that are soaking.

How can you say no? The supermodel let you in his house, gave you a fancy dress, fancy whine, and—he looks gorgeous. And, not very many people can experience this, so why not enjoy it?

And that's how you ended up in his bed, head pushed into the pillows, him ramming into you with the meanest thrusts you've ever had. You scream for him eyes rolling back while both your bodies continue to collide in a back-and-forth motion, him whispering "You're doing so good, my pretty— fuck- not many can take me this well~" he slurs out, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

"S-Satoru, p-please, be gentle— nghh- y-you-" You cut yourself off with a streaking moan when he goes faster, and you can feel his smirk when he talks.

"D-oh, why would I be gentle when I h-have the best pussy in the world r-right here?" He asks in a low and breathless way, voice high like he's about to moan or cum.

You don't answer, you can't answer. You just keep babbling his name, the feeling of him pushing in and out of you, hands rubbing circles into your hips, and his whines, it's all too much.

"Pretty g-girl, I-I fuck, I'm g-gonna c-c-" But he can't even finish his sentence when you clench around him. He cuts on the spot, strings of long and hot cum shooting into you. You follow suit, with him still grinding against you through both your orgasms, leaving you overstimulated and shaking, not to mention out of breath and about to pass out.

But, he quickly lets go of you and rolls you over, smiling as he pushes the hair out of your face. How does he look so pretty even after sex?

"You okay? Did I hurt you too much?" Yes. He hurt you a bit too much. But was it worth it? Oh, hell yeah.

You fucked a supermodel.

[svgvru]

✮ THINKIN BOUT YOUR PRETTY SATORU! satoru whose had the fastest crush on you since you were teenagers. but a guy can't like a guy, right? so he didn't act on it. in fact, he acts on none of his feelings. intimacy is the one thing he desperately craves, but he unintentionally keeps himself from it. he tried dating girls, yes, he got a first kiss from one of them, but nothing else. they never interested him. however, when he'd see men walk along the sidewalk, fresh undercut and broad shoulders he couldn't help but blush. even on dates, his date normally assumes he's blushing about them, but no, eyes are on you. you who's laughing while talking to shoko. you whose chewing cum that for some reason makes you so beautiful and so hot.

but wait—! he's a guy, your a guy, that's weird right? besides, those stupid elders in his clan are pushing women at him left and right to "produce an heir." satoru, however, has never wanted it. he's longed for intimacy, but he longs for it, from you. its baffling how many people think he's sleeping around because of his looks. he kay flirt, he may boast, he may talk about something he saw on some porno, but he's never actually had sex...he's a virgin. maybe he's touched his cock a little, jerked off once, but it didn't feel right so it didn't do it again. he's clueless in the bedroom, you, you have had plenty of partners...so you'd know what to do in the bedroom. but no way you would go for him, your best friend? ha, that's a joke!

those thoughts ran through satoru's head until he found himself bound to your bed of his own occord, taking two of your fingers in his virgin asshole. your fingers are thick, hell you are a pretty big man, he didn't think he'd be able to take two, in fact he's proud of himself for it! even you are! "oh, look at you, 'toru! taking two of my fingers so well," you coo, "good job, baby." your praise made him feel warm and hot, or perhaps it was your fingertips pressing harshly against his prostate. "a—aH! oooh, mmmh." a string of pleasureful sounds leaves his lips as you milk his prostate, watching his pretty pink tip twitch and leak, seconds away from producing his first orgasm.

"let it go, baby...let it go," your whispers push him to the edge, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and onto your sheets. his hips jolt, his thighs tighten and shake as you ring his first orgasm from him. an expression of enjoyment is plastered on your face, seeing the quote "strongest" look like a pathetic whore. his pretty blue eyes were rolled to the back of his head, his long white eyelashes are sticky and wet, and his tongue is lolled out, leaking droop onto your pillows. you watch his addamsapple bob as he gulps, trying to breath and come back for you. he feels your comforting hand rub up and down his back. "its okay, baby. breathe, 'm right here." your voice sounds so sweet! he loves it, and can't help but focus from your words. "there he is..." you smile as his eyes turn to look back at you, the innocence you in his eyes previously just tainted a bit.

"let's try something else, yeah?"

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦...this is actually somewhat of a teaser for my virgin!gojo fic during kinktober. a few paragraphs from here will likely be there too, so hope you like it!

[witchygagirlwrites]

Kevin Atwater x Reader

You're a little crazy but you're Kevin's @desimarie12

Kevin never expected to get knocked on his ass by the newest addition to fifty one. Literally and physically. Intelligence was working the scene of an arson and you lost your footing and slammed into him. “Shit, sorry!” you landed on his chest and when both of you hit the dirt and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped about five beats then and there. You grinned up at him “Apologies Detective Atwater. I swear I’m good in an emergency it’s just any other time that I’m less than graceful in”

He was gone then and there. He’d never seen a woman more beautiful and you were wearing full gear with a face smeared with soot and yelling at the guys on the truck. He watched you head for Stella’s side and heard Severide call his name twice before he finally looked his way “Yeah man?”

Kelly nodded towards you “What was that with you and my new fireman?” When Kevin shrugged a grin slipped onto Kelly’s face. “She’s single, she’s also coming out to Mollys with me and Stel on friday night” “You saying I need help getting a date?” Kevin asked and Kelly shook his head “No, I’m just saying you look like you’re already about gone on her. Voight’s been looking for you”

Ok it wasn’t going to Molly’s looking for you if the rest of intelligence had invited him out was it? He walked in behind Adam and Kim, his eyes immediately looking for you. When he heard your voice he turned towards the sound and damn if he thought you were gorgeous before..

“Damn Kev, just go talk to her! She was totally checking you out at that fire the other day” Adam encouraged so he nodded, walking towards where you sat with a few other members of the truck and squad. You were laughing at something Herrman had said but the moment you looked up and saw him your eyes lit up “Detective Atwater! I promise I won’t knock you down today”

He laughed “Well first off call me Kevin sweetheart and it wasn’t that bad, beats having any other of these idiots landing on me” laughter drifted around the table and you scooted over, patting the chair next to you “C’mon. I know we’re not CPD but I swear we’re still pretty fun”

By the time that night was over he knew he was hooked. He asked you out before you left the bar. You in turn asked if he wanted to go out the following night. Ok maybe he wasn’t the only one that was hooked.

The first time he officially went out with you he was at your place by five..you were ready to leave by quarter till six. You apologized so many times but he would have cared less if it had taken you two hours. 

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You were well crazy for lack of a better word but he didn’t mean that bad. You would plan for a month to go out then when the night finally arrived you would bat your eyelashes at him and ask if you two could just stay in and cuddle on the couch.

The first time he was sure he was in love with you, you’d stayed with him the night before. He’d woken up to your side of the bed empty which wasn’t unusual. You normally did wake up before him. He expected to find you drinking coffee or something. He hadn’t expected to come around the corner to you wearing one of his shirts, giving a full concert while you cooked pancakes.

“Well good morning beautiful” He spoke and you spun around, a small smile on your face “I was hungry and figured you might be” this was new for him. Yeah he’d had plenty of nights here and there, girlfriends too but you were well you. 

You’d end up at the precinct days you weren’t working with either food or some sort of baked good for the unit. When you worked he knew at any given time he could show up and you’d have music blaring from whatever corner you were currently perched in, even if you knew you’d have to make a quick getaway from Boden when you refused to turn it down. You would stand toe to toe to protect your people, you and Stella took some hits as the only women on the truck and he respected the hell out of you knowing everything you’d faced with a smirk on your face.

Kevin walked into the door of his place, knowing you were there. You had finally moved in full time a few months before. You paying rent was insane considering you never stayed away from him. He didn’t want you to. 

“Baby?” he called out and you came sliding around a corner with one of his hoodies on,  it falling down to your knees. “Hey handsome” you had a glass of wine in your hand. You’d only gotten off a half an hour before him, how you managed to get home and get changed so damn fast was always beyond him.

He stared at you for a moment before the words “Do you wanna marry me?” came tumbling out of his mouth. Your eyes widened and you held up one finger then downed the remainder of your wine before waving your hand “Repeat that”

He shrugged “I love you. You know I love you. Sweetheart you’re it for me. Marry me” he could feel his heart threatening to burst out of his chest but it only lasted a moment before you nodded “One condition” “Anything” he replied and you grinned “You promise me here and now that you are certain you want to spend the rest of your life with my crazy ass” he laughed lightly “You might be a crazy ass but you’re my crazy ass” you laughed and jumped into his arms “Then of course I’ll marry you”

[eywamygoddesswrites]

— 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 — (neteyam x fem!reader)

requested: yes

synopsis: golden boy neteyam has a lot of suitors but best friend y/n didn't like any of them and would tease the hell of out neteyam just to see him embarrassed

pairing: neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

tags: sarcasm, fluff, implied jealousy, long time pinning

warnings: lowercase intended, swearing

word count: 1.9k

a/n: characters are aged up! this is the very first request by @tejas-kris ! thank you very much for the idea! hope this is to your liking ^u^

+ gif not mine. ctto.

neteyam, as everyone knows, is the next olo’eyktan and the golden child of the sully’s. he’s kind, thoughtful, humble, and everything a leader is. handcrafted by eywa to perfection. all na’vi his age longed to be picked by him when he was to choose a mate.

y/n, the rebellious best friend of neteyam, is also a part of the growing admirers of neteyam but he doesn’t need to know that. she has been a part of his life ever since they could breathe. you’d think that because of being his age and being in his life that they’re best of friends, but you’re wrong!

growing up, y/n would hang with the sully's and have her height measured beside them. at one point, both she and neteyam had the same height until y/n continued to grow taller than the oldest sully kid.

he became the end of her height jokes until he just didn’t care anymore. yeah, it was their thing with the jokes but if someone else says them, y/n would definitely pull those na’vi’s tails and perhaps destroy their dignity if she feels generous.

with age comes maturing of many things, mainly the features of one's face. neteyam grew up into a very handsome na’vi. imagine being the son of toruk makto, son of the daughter of the previous olo’eyktan, first born son, and the next olo’eyktan in the making?? not only that, someone who is strong, smart, sharp, humble, did i mention handsome, and kind?

oh eywa, to be standing beside neteyam and being called his… that’s the dream, right? wrong. not when he’s constantly beside y/n. that bothersome yet loyal companion of his.

neteyam had many suitors come his way. there was inaw, a beautiful na’vi who weaves beautiful baskets and many others. when she was trying to give neteyam a bracelet after she confessed, y/n was there to torment the poor na’vi and by poor na’vi, it’s neteyam. why does he get the end of the torment?

“ooh~ lookie here! neteyam finally got another suitor! and look at this beautiful bracelet,” y/n held neteyam’s wrist up as she examined the gift that inaw had just given neteyam didn’t ask for the bracelet to be put on. inaw just put it on him–

“you weave the most beautiful materials, inaw.” y/n grins, showing her fangs to the na;vi that was slowly backing away out of awkwardness and embarrassment. “and i must admit, it suits his features. made his hands pop out its color and veins.” her voice just laced with sarcasm and her eyes rolled adding to the mockery.

neteyam soon removes the bracelet and gave it back to inaw, face flushed with embarrassment. “i really, really appreciate the gesture. but i’m not looking for a mate now.” neteyam says in a hurry before running off.

y/n turns to the poor na’vi while chuckling. “oh eywa, when will you skxawngs learn?” she once again rolled her eyes before following neteyam, embarrassing him more.

another was a na’vi named nitsek who had a very beautiful singing voice. she would always pull neteyam to sit in the front whenever she and a few other na’vi’s sang during their events.

what nitsek didn’t like was when y/n followed beside neteyam. she hated neteyam’s best friend because it hinders her from pursuing the next olo’eyktan. nitsek would bat her eyelashes and ask neteyam to tell y/n to move to another place so she can do her best in performing.

y/n always hears this and snorts in amusement. what a bold move, she admits, but a very wrong move at it.

“nEteYAm oH My eYwA yOu mUsT tAkE tHis hidEoUs fRienD oF yOurs AwAy fRom thE fRont,” y/n says while mocking nitsek’s voice. “yeah neteyam, you should shoo me away because i might distract your little girly over there,” she says while pointing and wiggling her index finger towards the na’vi girl.

“of course, our cutie over here would protect his ‘future mate’, right? i mean, i know you to be such a protective na’vi but hey, i’m not THAT dangerous now, am i?” y/n raises her brow at neteyam before turning to nitsek, who looked like she was ready to just pounce at the na’vi mocking her.

neteyam’s face was as purple as a yovo fruit. he walks away, not bothering to say goodbye to nitsek. the na’vi tried to call neteyam back but he didn’t return.

y/n blows a bitter kiss towards nitsek and waves goodbye. nitsek was left punching the air and hissing at the leaving na’vi’s way.

out of all the na’vi’s that tried to pursue neteyam, her favorite was roka, an acquaintance of kiri as roka was training to be a tsahik when the day comes. to be fair, she was very good at what she was practicing. one of mo’at’s best students but not one of her favorites.

roka would always ask kiri to be the one to help tend neteyam’s cuts after every raid, not that he needed that much help since he doesn’t get that hurt often. kiri, being the nice friend she is, she would let roka patch neteyam up.

despite meeting up a lot, neteyam and roka were awkward with each other. roka didn’t know how to start conversations with her admiration while neteyam just wants to be finished and leave the tent as soon as he can.

y/n came in with the last group of the raid and asked the other sully kids where was their oldest brother. “he’s in roka’s tent! she’s just patching his cuts up.” tuk says happily while she encircles y/n checking if the older na’vi had any cuts. seeing that there were cuts, she leads y/n to kiri’s tent so she can get patched up.

“sissy! y/n needs to get some bandages.” tuk got some of the medicines that her sister usually uses and some patches to cover the cuts afterward.

upon learning where neteyam was, a sly thought passed her mind. while kiri was patching her up, she motioned tuk to come closer.

“hi’i tuk, can i ask you a favor?” y/n says with a smile, one that kiri was familiar with while tuk was not so. “what is it tsmuke?” tuk asks, her voice just so sweet. no one will know that she has any malicious intentions.

“could you tell your big brother that your tsmuke is hurt badly and needs his support?” y/n pouts a bit to seal the deal. tuk nods immediately before running out the tent. kiri looks up from patching her friend up, an eyebrow raised and a smirk breaking out her mouth.

“you’re such an ass, y/n!” she says while nudging her friend. “whaaaat??? am i wrong?! your friend here is badly hurt and you laugh at her?” y/n raised her hand and dramatically sighs. “what if this was my last day? i would not see my dear neteyam’s face. his oh-so-handsome face that all omatikaya fawns over.” she clasped her hands together and swings her legs.

“eywa, i could never take you seriously with all the shit you say.” kiri snorts before finishing patching y/n up. “but i’m ‘serious’ here. i’m juuuust like everyone else.” y/n air quotes the word ‘serious’ before leaning back against her arms.

“you know, that’s not how you get my older brother’s attention. he already has it on you and you don’t have to try.” kiri says as she placed all the medicine and patches she used back in their places. “he looks at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.”

y/n choked on her saliva before laughing. “noooo no he doesn’t. that perfect ass skxawng does not, and i quote, ‘looks at me as if i put the stars up in the sky’. i get that i can be an asshole to other na’vi’s sometimes,” kiri glares playfully, “sometimes??” “that’s not the point, kiri!” y/n throws her arms up in frustration.

“the point is he doesn’t like me that way, point blank period. i mean, yeah we fight sometimes but i think that’s because we get competitive, and maybe our feelings get the better of us, but he’s such great na’vi. even when i get mad after he won our sparring, he would apologize even when he doesn’t have to.” y/n rests her chin on her palm while looking at kiri.

“when that brother of yours finds the right mate to spend his life with, i wouldn’t find anyone like him who would put up with me. i mean, with this personality, who would? even if i say ‘i love him’, would he say he loves me back?” she mumbles the last sentence while playing with her anklet. one that she made with neteyam and matched with.

when kiri didn’t reply, y/n looked up to see what was happening. kiri had stopped her actions and was looking behind y/n.

y/n turns around to see neteyam with tuk not far behind. realization hit her hard like bricks. he positively, absolutely heard everything she had said. fuck.

“i’ll leave you two to chat, alright?” kiri says while pushing tuk away from the tent, her little voice growing further as she asked her sister why.

neteyam moved close to y/n, a small space between them enough space to leave for eywa. y/n’s ears flatten as her tail swayed furiously. she stood up to leave but neteyam pulled her back, both standing in the middle of the tent.

“you heard nothing from me, okay?! absolutely nothing.” y/n glares right at neteyam’s eyes only to look away almost immediately.

neteyam, who’s face was just purple after hearing that his heart’s love had just confessed her feelings so straightforwardly, how was he supposed to react? his tail sways in a small but fast motion, ears twitching in happiness as he smiled.

“so you do feel the same way i do.” neteyam says as a matter of fact. y/n rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder softly. “no i don’t.” his grin widen before pulling her into a hug. this caught y/n off-guard before she tried to get him off of her. she ultimately gave up and hugged him back. he can hear her heart beat fast as he rest his head against her chest.

“i see you.” neteyem softly says while playing with a braid of y/n’s. y/n’s eyes widen as her heart raced. oh eywa, it’s happening… it’s hAPPENING–

“it’s alright if you don’t say it now. i will wait for you for as long as it takes.” neteyam adds before letting go of her, only to be pulled back into the hug, this time, her chin resting on top of his head.

“i see you, neteyam. for such a long time, it’s just you in my head,” she says, her voice was small, quiet almost but he heard her well.

he was glad. neteyam had loved this tall na’vi since forever and to be in her arms at this moment just feels so… right. y/n thought the same. she can finally keep him in her grasp, never to be let go. and besides, she needs an armrest and neteyam is there to provide it for her.

“am i also in your heart?”

“oh shut up, skxawng!!”

na'vi dictionary (seen in order):

hi'i - small

tsmuke - sister

[chris-continues]

Good Luck Kisses

SPECIAL THANKS to @linkdedruid for beta reading!

TW: suggestive (making out + nothing explicitly sexual stated or written)

TAGS: @millionsvash @vashfantasy @beanibon @astrathecowboy @captaintweet @lune010 @h4venpha (I hope you enjoy this! <3)

NOTES: I’m planning on writing a part two during/after the concert with Livio! I had sm fun writing this hehe :) note that Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they are brothers.

Inspired by this

“Kiss please?” Vash wraps his arms around your waist, drumsticks tossed onto the couch out back as his voice rumbles against your neck. His nose is already nuzzling against you, lips brushing your neck tentatively.

“What, so you can use me as your good luck charm?”

“Baby..” he whines, but soon he’s grinning. You can feel it, his smiley cold against your skin. Then you smell the smoke. You’re fucked. Perhaps literally. Your other boyfriend’s hands, hot, heavy, and calloused from playing guitar grasp your hips and spin you so your back is against his chest. The metal of his rings against your flushed skin sends shivers up your spine as he mouths at your neck. “Give needle noggin what he wants, you tease.”

“You’re-“ shit, you have to take a breath, “you’re calling me the tease?” Ah, the goddamn irony.

The slightly acrid smell of smoke presses closer to you, persisting. The heat of both him and Vash only serve to make you squirm further. Vash’s flesh hand rises to cup the left side of your face, his prosthetic settling on top of Wolfwood’s on your hip.

“Please?” He pleads, and fuck, if that isn’t the best thing you’ve ever heard. “..need you, mayfly. Every show goes well when you kiss me, please baby..” his voice shifts to a whine. He’s so beautiful, long eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he bats them to look at you with a slight pout.

“C’mon, sweetheart..” Wolfwood’s voice rumbles by your ear, his stubble against you. It’s almost comical how your knees almost buckle from their collective ministrations of just pressing close to you and speaking- especially when you truly didn’t need any convincing to kiss them, you’d do it any day.

But fuck, them convincing you was hot as hell.

Wolfwood’s thumb runs circles against your hip, lifting the hem of your shirt slightly. The sensation is addictive, and you can’t help but lean back against him.

He clicks his tongue, “Listen to blondie,” the bridge of his nose is pressed to the side of your face, brushing the high point of your cheekbone, “Or I’ll stop and leave ya high and dry.”

At this, Vash simply presses closer so his lips are brushing yours, prompting you to just press the slightest bit closer.

And they call you the tease. Hypocrites.

When you finally lean in to initiate, he keens happily and eagerly presses into you, pushing you further into Wolfwood whose tongue is languid against your neck. The sensation of both of their tongue piercings on the sensitive skin of your neck makes you gasp, which Vash quickly uses to his advantage as he sandwiches you tighter between him and Wolfwood.

They’re both dizzying, making you feel lightheaded- as if you’re ascending onto some astral plane or whatever. Love, you guess. They’re so sweet, so loving, caring, and make you feel so full. Pressing close to them like this isn’t enough, you need to melt into them and simply be one. To feel them against you all the time. You’d never minded being their good luck charm, using that as an excuse to pull more kisses from you. It’s a funny bit, one that allows Vash to pepper kisses onto your face, or for Wolfwood to kiss you stupid against a wall before tickling you like the ass he is.

Wolfwood’s hands run up your sides (not tickling you this time), dipping under your shirt to caress the skin and returning so his thumbs dimple your hips in a way he absolutely loves to articulate to you with heavy breaths,

“You love the way my hands engulf you? Hm?”

“Y- yeah,” your voice is breathy and light thanks to Vash who pulls you back for more, a high pitched whine escaping his throat. You can feel Wolfwood’s groan rumble from his chest at the sight, staccato tapping and drumming of his fingers on your hips as the calluses on his fingertips run across your midriff. Their touches are languid and all encompassing, engulfing you whole and each sensation is almost too much, yet there’s always the desire and need for more. Wolfwood’s words remain ever so salacious, muttering filthy sentiments to you that work both you and Vash up. It’s funny- you’d consider Vash to be a smooth talker but Wolfwood has a way with words in private, cutting to the chase and managing to let loose even more. "So soft.." Vash whines, the noises of your lips meeting growing more obscene by the second. His tongue piercing chills you, cold metal a definite contrast to his soft yet chapped lips. "..'y always feel so good mayfly," fuck, why did they want to rile you up like this right before a show? How much time did you even have? They still needed to rehearse and- god, it's hard to focus when you're lightheaded from the two of them toying with you. A small squeak from the corner of the room catches Wolfwood's attention- his irritated groan turns into a snicker. "Hey, Liv. Care to join?" You can practically picture the shit eating grin on his face. (Knowing him, he's half joking. ) If you didn't enjoy seeing your other other boyfriend flustered, you'd pity him. "Meryl, uh, sent me to get you guys. Gotta rehearse 'n whatnot.." His breath hitches when you try to pull away from Vash to look at him- in dissent, he openly whines into your mouth. Goddamn tease. "But you're uh, busy, so-" "Livio.." It's painfully obvious how he stiffens up, almost as if he's touched a live wire. Like he's been shocked. You had such an effect on him, and Vash was gracious enough to pull away to allow you to call out to him. His eyes are fixated on both you and Vash, an audible gulp erupting as Wolfwood only watches in amusement. "Hurry up! Are we having a show or not?" Meryl yells out for you all, "We're waiting!" Vash pulls away, to his dismay, his eyes soft as he gifts you with a goodbye peck and starts to head out with Livio. "He'll make it up to you after the show, I'll make sure he doesn't chicken out." Wolfwood mutters, moving a hand to your back pocket, "Meet me later, though?" A chaste kiss is pressed to the crown of your head as you give your assent, nodding happily. That is, until he squeezes your ass- "Hey!" You playfully nudge him with your elbow, to which he only chuckles.

"Blondie forgot his drum sticks." He clicks his tongue to his teeth, "You mind pickin' them up?" With his cheeky smile, you can't help but roll your eyes at his ulterior motives. Your boyfriend really was an ass man, huh. Nevertheless you indulge him, bending to grab the aforementioned drumsticks and returning to Wolfwood's side, readying yourselves for the night ahead.