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ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAYđđđđ I was wondering how my favorites would wish me a happy birthday, Tobi, the cafe, host, static, the supernatural harem and the fast food, if thatâs too many you can shorten it but I really wanted to have some of my favorite characters from my favorite writer congratulate me on my special day! BTW Iâm the one who sent the Prince leash ask, I donât know if you got it but I accidentally did it anonymously
(The Cafe was a bit too much for me to get this out to you the same day, but I hope you like this regardless! On the bright side, I did get your Prince ask and am working on that too. Happy birthday, chief!)
Tobi:
Has never had a birthday himself, but they know what they are and their significance to humans other regular people. Tobi's the kind of guy to surprise you with presents year round, but as your birthday rolls around they keep items you've had your eye on in their back pocket to gift you on your big day.
Its too embarrassing for them to give you in person, but Tobi creates a collage of all their favorite pictures of you to put up somewhere in your bedroom. Tobi loves baking and cooking so a homemade breakfast, dinner, and your treat of choice would be on the top of their list of surprises for you.
Host:
"Looks like it's a special someone's birthday- Those only come around once a year, you know? If - that's how you want it, anyway."
That time already? Time is a tricky thing for Host to wrap his head around. He could've sworn the last one was just yesterday. It hardly matters. Everyday could be your birthday- Contenstants come and go, but you'll always be his star.
That would, of course, wear the novelty of it all thin. Host is more than happy saving the pinnacle of his gratitude for you as his co-host for that one day. That day's contestants better be too if they want to leave with all the parts they came with intact.
Which is his funny way of saying they won't get any cake.
Static:
"Happy birthday to you.... Happy birthday to you...."
Hunts for every variety of birthday song they can find to serenade you with the second daylight bleeds into your room. Static's disappears predating your birthday can swiftly be explained by the trinkets they bring you, majority centered around the shows and movies you've watched together it knows you adore most.
They'd attempt to rope you into another movie night with you in full control of the remote since it's their favorite way to bond with you - and it's optimal cuddle time.
Supernatural Harem:
"Baron, must you make everything a challenge?"
"Piss off! I left enough room for you two to put your names on the cake.... Maddox more importantly than you, but still."
"We appreciate the consideration, but... Where are we supposed to write "happy birthday"?"
Nothing like waking up on your big day to your Demon husband roommate swearing today will be the day he slaughters your Angel husband roommate. Luckily, your Grim Reaper spouse roommate has the expertise to Ä·eep you soothed until things cool over long enough for all of them to prepare breakfast for you.
Baron stalks you around to shower you with mandatory birthday kisses- only to get pouty when he's done before noon and continues well past the age you're turning. You'll be older than all three of them by the time he's through.
Maddox, as usual, fills their journal with sketches of you to unveil at the end of the day. Their art skills is the only thing they're proud of in themselves and monetary possessions don't hit quite the mark they're trying to reach when it comes to presents they like to give. If you're a gamer/a fan of stuffed animals they'll pick up a couple so they can use them when you're away and they miss you.
The first birthday you celebrate with Alasdair has to be one to remember. He's watched you from the sidelines for years and now it's finally his chance to do what he's always wanted. It may be a tad selfish of him in hindsight, but he'll pull you aside the day before or after to enjoy a relaxing evening with just the two of you.
Fast Food:
"Code C! I repeat, Coqde C - The clown is loose!"
Birthday? Well you can't expect to have a celebration without the designated party planner, can you? As everyone closes up the restaurant early to commemorate your big day, Twister hoovers over the crew to insure everything goes swimming. The Janitor follows behind it with their trusty spray bottle to keep the clown in check - its the only excuse they have not to give their present to you by hand because they're too embarrassed.
The bathroom Succubus would insist on you opening her gifts to you first - if a certain goat wouldn't pout over it all day as a result. The ballpit hands shower you with all the shiny items lost in their depths. The Storyteller reads you the tale of someone who's birthday happens to fall on the same day - where nothing bad occurs and the universe smiles kindly in their favor.
The ice cream machine ghost whispers in the ears of customers they'd better wish you a happy birthday or be prepared to have dairy filled nightmares
#Tobi my oc#Fast food reader#supernatural harem#Host my oc#Static my oc#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere blurb#male yandere#yandere#yandere insert#yandere oc
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Episode 14 of cantripped
THEY ARE SO GAY, THEY ARE SO GAY GUYS GUYS HOLY SHIT I LOVE THEM
(a touch happens and I start losing my mind. Guys I love them so much)
Daniel thorns. That's all just Daniel thorns and neph
#cantripped#i love them#the slow burn#Daniel thorns#Neph#i am not attempting to write their full names#i need sleep chat ahh
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Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.
Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)
I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)
The 'method' I used was:
-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.
I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.
-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.
-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'
-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.
-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')
-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.
-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).
Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.
#I actually did just make a post about this on my sideblog LOL I think in spite of my deciding not to conlang this is going to go full#full conlanging at some point#The main issue is that the narrative/dialogue is being written as an english 'translation' (IE the characters are speaking in their actual#tongues and it's being translated to english with accurate meaning but non-literal treatment)#Which you might say like 'Uh Yeah No Shit' but I think approaching it with that mindset at the forefront does have a different effect than#just fully writing in english. Like there's some mindfulness to what they actually might be saying and what literal meanings should be#retained to form a better understanding of the culture and what should be 'translated' non-literally but with accurate meaning#(And what should be not translated at all)#But yeah there's very little motivation for conlanging besides Pure Fun because VERY few Wardi words beyond animal/people/place names#will make it into the actual text. Like the only things I leave 'untranslated' are very key or untranslatable concepts that will be#better understood through implication than attempts to convey the meaning in english#Like the epithet 'ganmachen' is used to compliment positive traits associated with the ox zodiac sign or affectionately tease#negative ones. This idea can be established pretty naturally without exposition dumps because the zodiac signs are of cultural#importance and will come up frequently. The meaning can get across to the reader pretty well if properly set up.#So like leaving it as 'ganmachen' you can get 'oh this is an affectionate reference to an auspicious zodiac sign' but translating#it as the actual meaning of 'ox-faced' is inevitably going to come across as 'you look like a cow' regardless of any zodiac angle#^(pretty much retyped tags from other post)#Another aspect is there's a few characters that have Wardi as a second language and some of whom don't have a solid grasp on it#And I want to convey this in dialogue (which is being written in english) but I don't want it to just be like. Random '''broken''' english#like I want there to be an internal consistency to what parts of the language they have difficulties with (which then has implications for#how each language's grammar/conjugation/etc works). Like Brakul is fairly fluent in Wardi at the time of the story but still struggles#with some of the conjugation (which is inflectional in Wardi) especially future/preterite tense. So he'll sometimes just use the#verb unconjugated or inappropriately in present tense. Though this doesn't come across as starkly in text because it's#written in english. Like his future tense Wardi is depicted as like 'I am to talk with him later' instead of 'I'll talk with him later'#Which sounds unnatural but not like fully incorrect#But it would sound much more Off in Wardi. Spanish might be a better example like it would be like him approaching it with#'Voy a hablar con él mås tarde' or maybe 'Hablo con él mås tarde' instead of 'Hablaré con él mås tarde'#(I THINK. I'm not a fluent spanish speaker sorry if the latter has anything wrong with it too)
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Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it đđđ
(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)
((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle đ I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))
(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))
#i'm banned (self inflicted) from writing long fics until i finish this one i'm working on#and honestly I might keep the ban afterwards i am SO BAD at working on long fics. never finished one ever#oneshot guy thru and thru. but painfully. disastrously. i have so many long fic ideas...#anyway I like to think that they did become friends#and then not friends. and then friends again. and then not friends. and then-#and sometimes it was Peri's fault but a lot of the times it was Irep not feeling like he was allowed to be Peri's friend#and doing something to break it off#but Peri would keep trying to be his friend or Irep would realize that he still wants to be#but one day. Peri just gave up#he was tired of this back and forth. of never knowing if he was gonna be friends with this guy tomorrow or not#so he stopped trying. decided that if Irep wanted to be friends again HE would have to be the one to try and repair it#and also give him an apology maybe. not for breaking off the friendship again just for all the fucking murder attempts#(''if i die you die too dumbass-'')#unforch this happened to line up with Irep finally reconnecting with Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda again#and with them discouraging being friends with fairies + peri not trying to fix it this time... it. uh. kinda broke it off for good#('maybe not for good. maybe there's a chance. maybe Irep would-... ugh. it's not worth thinking about...')#Sammy's still friends with both of them though. It is Not Fun#gives Sammy my childhood experience of my two fighting friends wanting to sit with me at lunch but refusing to talk to each other#okay damn this post got long af. did not realize i had thought about this so much until i practically dropped a fic down here#anyway. actual tags? actual tags#fop#fairly oddparents#the fairly oddparents#peri fop#irep fop#peri fairywinkle-cosma#uh. do ppl search irep's full name... augh#irep anti-fairywinkle-anti-cosma#congrats elkniwirep your name fucking sucks. it's awful#a new wish
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he's hooked (oneshot)
hugh jackman x actress!reader
summary: y/n is an actress in her early 20âs. after having the best night of her career, Hugh Jackman introduces himself. the two stars hook up in the venue's bathroom and for y/n it was nothing but a one night stand. However, Hugh becomes obsessed and canât let her go so easily.
warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, age gap (22/55), smut, protected vaginal penetration, dirty talk, reader is kinda cocky, hugh is very persistent, reader mentions age gap a lot, oral (f receiving), one use of daddy (in a playful way), bathroom sex.
authors note: y'all I am trying my absolute best to write smut. this is my second attempt and while i'm not super proud of it, I am proud of myself for trying. practice makes perfect I guess lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy. (sorry if it sucks butt) love y'all <33
 Tonight felt like a dream. It was the 97th Academy Awards and you had won your first Oscar for best actress. When your name was called, you were completely shocked. The category was filled with nominees that you had looked up to your entire life and you genuinely thought you had no shot of winning. You were completely honored to win such an award so early into your career. After the ceremony was over, most of the attendees made their way over to the Oscars Governors Ball, which was one of the few after parties that are held annually after the event. It felt surreal to be in a place full of Hollywood's biggest names and it was even crazier that you were now one of them. You were currently sitting at the bar waiting for a drink when a deep accented voice spoke. âCongratulations on your big win tonight. You deserve it.â When you look over to see who was speaking, youâre met with a very handsome Hugh Jackman. âOh thank you. Congrats to you too, best actor.â Your tone is teasing yet sincere. âIâm Hugh.â He offers his hand to shake, which you take. âI know who you are, Mr.Jackman. Iâm y/n.â You shake his hand firmly, letting it go right after. âI know who you are, Ms. y/l/n.â He joked back and you let out a small laugh. You look forward as the bartender sits your drink in front of you and you give him a quick thank you. From the corner of your eye, you can see Hughâs eyes trail your body. âDid you just check me out?â You turn your head to face him. âItâs hard not to when you look that good.â Hugh says without missing a beat. âArenât you married? I donât think your wife would appreciate you hitting on a twenty two year old.â You give him an accusing look. He lifts his left hand, showing off his bare ring finger. âI'm divorced, babe.â You almost miss the smirk that rests on his bearded face.Â
âHm. Well in that case, there are plenty of beautiful women here your own age here that would happily go home with you tonight. Maybe you should flirt with them.â You turn back to your drink, taking a long sip through the skinny straw. âNone of them are as pretty as you. Youâre the most gorgeous woman here by far.â You let out a laugh of disbelief. âBye Hugh Jackman. It was nice meeting you.â You slowly climb down the tall ball stool and grab your drink. Before you can walk off, Hugh calls your name, causing you to turn back towards him. âIâd love to take you out to dinner sometime.â He smiles and youâd be lying if you said the sight didnât make your heartbeat stutter. âYou know that Real Steel was my favorite movie when I was like eleven. Does that make my age more apparent to you or do you not care?â He furrows his brows, pretending to think for a moment. âHm. I donât think I care very much.â You laugh, dropping your head. âYouâre unbelievable.â He smiles. âSo is that a yes?â âNo.â You smile and walk away.Â
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Your friend Kayleigh was ranting to you about a technical issue that happened during her performance earlier in the night and you were trying your best to pay attention. Sometime in between the chat you had with Hugh and now, he had removed the black suit jacket he had on. The sleeves of his white button up dress shirt were rolled up, showing off his large forearms, his biceps peaking out slightly. It was overly distracting. âGirl what the fuck are you staring at?â She moves her head around trying to match your staring gaze. âY/n please donât tell me you're staring at that old man right now.â You give her a sheepish look. âGod, straight people are so fucking weird.â She sighs. âItâs not weird. Heâs kinda hot.â You admit. âWhatever you say. Why donât you just go talk to him? Iâm almost positive heâd fuck you if you ask.â You look back over to where Hugh is talking to some older woman, just like you had suggested. âI kinda already turned him down. Well, not for sex. He asked me to dinner.â Her face scrunches up. âEw. Heâs like older than your parents.â You laugh. âIs it bad that I find that hot?â She nods. âYes y/n. Thatâs like really fucking weird dude.â You ignore her. âShould I go try to get him to fuck me?â You ask, genuinely wanting her opinion. âIf thatâs really what youâre into these days, go for it. Iâm highly disgusted by you right now though.â You stand up and grab the small clutch you had with you. âEh. Youâll get over it. Youâll be okay on your own for a little bit?â She gives you a thumbs up and you make your way over to Hugh and the woman he was speaking to.Â
âHi, sorry to interrupt.â You apologize and turn to Hugh. âCould I talk to you alone for a moment?â He looks confused and completely caught off guard. âUh, yea.â He turns to the woman. âIt was nice to catch up with you.â She says something back that you donât catch, too busy staring at the vein that is basically jumping out of Hughâs arm. âYou wanted to talk to me?â His words bring you out of your thirsting trance. âFollow me.â You grab his hand, dragging him through a door and into a hallway. âWhere are we going?â He asks, taken aback by your lack of plan. âIâm not sure.â You say as you continue to drag him. âY/n slow down, we can talk here. Thereâs no one out here.â He stops walking and it makes you tumble back, his grip on your hand stopping you from continuing forward. âWe need somewhere private.â His confused expression only deepens. âI donât know how much more private this can get darling. If itâs really that much of a secret, we can stop talking if someone comes by.â He offers and you huff. âI donât actually wanna talk Hugh.âÂ
âYouâre confusing me here darling.â You wiggle your hand out of his and raise it to your head in frustration. âI want you to fuck me.â You look at him and his eyes go wide. âIâm sorryâŠwhat?â âIf you donât want to, that's fine, we can go back.â Your confidence began to falter. âWait, thatâs not what I'm saying.âÂ
âSo you want to fuck me?â He takes a moment to think before answering.
âYes.âÂ
âThen help me find somewhere private.â The two of you make your way down the never ending hallway, checking every door you see. Hugh opens a door and closes it, making his way down the hallway. Seeing as it was the only door that opened so far, you went to check it yourself and saw that it was an empty bathroom. âWhyâd you keep going, this is perfect.â You shout at him. âIâm not fucking you in a bathroom.â He looks at you like that was obvious. âWell itâs not like we have any other options. Come on.â You go inside and wait for him. Once heâs inside you motion to the door. âLock it.â You tell him. âWeâre really doing this?â He asks, confirming. âUnless you donât want to.â He takes a pause before speaking again. âGet your pretty ass over here.â He growls.Â
You walk over to him slowly. He pulls you close to him once youâre in arms reach and you look up at him through your lashes. âToo damn sexy for your own good.â He whispers before leaning down and locking his lips with yours. The feeling of his beard against your skin was addicting. The kiss was slow at first, both of you testing the waters with each other. It was you who begged to enter his mouth, tongue sliding against his lips. You didnât want to come off so desperate but you needed more from him. His large hands slid down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze that has you gasping. His tongue dives into your mouth, exploring every crevice. Itâs messy but itâs hot. âJump.â He commands and you listen. His hands grab the back side of your thighs and he walks you over to the counter, sitting you down inbetween two of the sinks. His lips are back on yours the moment your body touches the cold surface.Â
âYou sure you want to do this baby?â He asks. âPositive.â You breathe out. Hugh bends down, sitting on both of his knees. Grabbing your ankle, he gives kisses to the skin that your heel doesnât cover. He moves upward, leaving long sensual kisses up your calf and thigh, raising the end of your dress as he goes. As simple as the gesture was, it felt erotic, never having a man take this kind of care with you before. His lips move higher, curving with your leg until heâs hovering above your pussy. âYouâre wet already baby?â His voice is cocky and if it werenât for the heat of his breath making your mind foggy, you wouldâve called him out on it. He gives the wet spot on your panties a shy kiss. The act has you letting out a quiet moan, sounding louder from the echo of the bathroom. He slips a finger behind the cotton of your underwear and tugs at it while looking up at you. âCan I take these off?â He asks, finger still tugging the fabric dangerously close to where you need him the most. âYes.â Itâs breathy but it gets the job done because Hugh moves his head up, grabbing the top of the fabric with his teeth. He starts to tug your panties down, using one of his hands to help the other side. You lift your body slightly as Hugh pulls them down farther. When theyâre all the way off, Hugh sits back with your panties hanging from the big toothy smile he's wearing. The sight was definitely going to be what you pictured the next time you touched yourself.Â
âOh fuck me..â He grabs your panties from his teeth and slides them into his back pocket. âMhm. not yet, baby. Wanna eat your pretty pussy first.â He leans back in between your legs, lips ghosting over your heat. âSo perfect.â He whispers as he kisses each pussy lip three times before finally kissing your clit. âMhmm, please Hugh.â His tongue slides from your opening to your bud teasingly slow. You can feel his beard scratching the sensitive skin but it only adds to the pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your clit a few times before sucking it into his lips, the feeling causes you to jerk your hips. His hands, that were gently holding your ankles, moved up to hold your hips down. His mouth moves down to your opening, tongue plunging in and out a few times before moving back up to your clit. You hadnât even noticed that one of his hands moved from your hip until you felt one of his fingers dip into you slowly. He curls the finger and moves it back and forth at an unexpectedly fast pace. Before you can adjust to it, heâs adding another finger and it all becomes too much. âFuck..Iâm gonna cum.â Your words are mixed with moans. He doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers speeding up and it has you cumming hard around his fingers, loud moans feel the air. He gives your pussy one last kiss before leaning back and removing his fingers. When you can fully see his face, it is a sight to see. His salt and pepper beard is covered in your slick, lips glossy.Â
âWant you to see how good you taste darling.â He says while moving his two fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, taking his fingers in your mouth slowly. Hugh hisses as you suck around his fingers, tongue swirling around each one. Once you're confident that theyâre clean, you grab his wrist and take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. âYou still gonna fuck me old man or did you already cum in your pants?â You joke with him. He stands up, both knees popping in the process. Just as you're about to laugh and make fun of him some more, he grabs you off of the counter to stand you up. He turns you around and bends you over the counter. âYou keep talking like you werenât the one staring at me for an hour before asking me to fuck you.â He goes to undo his belt buckle and you shiver at the sound. You're looking back at him through the mirror. âWhatever.â You reach over to your clutch and open it, grabbing a condom. You reach back and hold it back to Hugh. âHere, put this on.â He grabs it with a questioning look. âWhy were you carrying condoms?â You roll your eyes and rest your head in your hands, elbows propped up. âCan you mind your business and fuck me already. Iâm getting bored.â You were lying right through your teeth. You were far from bored but you wanted to keep the whole âhard to getâ game going a little longer.
You watch him open the condom and see his arms move as he rolls it down his cock. As bad as you wished you could see him fully but it was kind of exciting- not knowing what you were about to get. âHow do you want me baby?â He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You get a small glimpse of his dick as he slaps it across your ass. âGive me all you got daddy.â He smirks and shakes his head at the name. He lines up his member with your entrance and slides in slowly. Once heâs bottomed out, he doesnât wait long before heâs slamming back into you. The stretch stings slightly and you hadnât expected him to be so big. He slaps your ass hard and you yelp in response. You drop your head down at the pleasure. âNuh uh. Look at me while I fuck you baby.â You raise your head to look at Hugh through the mirror again. âThatâs it. Look at how pretty you look getting fucked by an old man.â You couldnât help but listen to him. Hugh was fucking you dumb and you couldnât think straight. His balls hitting your clit was what sent you over the edge for a second time. âPlease donât stop Hugh mhmmm fuck baby. Iâm cumming, please donât stop, baby.â Your moans match the rhythm of his hips, each thrust knocking the air out of you with its force. âJust like that sweet girl. Fuck not gonna last much longer.â Even after your high, the pleasure continues as Hugh chases his own. You push your hips back, meeting his thrust. The act makes Hugh moan. âMhm, I'm gonna cum baby.â His hands squeeze your hips, thrusts getting sloppy as he cums.Â
The two of you stay quiet as you both freshen up and try to make it less noticeable that you two left to have sex. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting lazily as you watch Hugh toss his hair around. âCan you kiss me again?â You ask Hugh. He smiles and walks over to stand in between your legs. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. âMhm. You're a good kisser.â The compliment is sincere. You could kiss his lips for hours if heâd let you. He hums. âSo, are you gonna let me take you out now?â You look in his eyes and smile. âHugh we canât. This was fun and it was good sex but thatâs all it was.â âWhy canât we?â Heâs quick with his words. âItâs just not practical Hugh. I think you're handsome and you seem like a sweet guy but I'm too young for you. The press would tear us apart quicker than we got together.â You explain. âFuck the press. Let me take you out and get to know you at least.â You sigh. âIâm sorry Hugh. I canât.â You offer him a small smile. âIâm not gonna stop trying. Youâre too good to lose.â He kisses your cheek. âI should get back out there. I have a friend waiting for me.â He steps back, letting you hop down from the counter. âBye Hugh Jackman.â You give him a small peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom.Â
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A few weeks later, you were on set for the newest film you were working on. Youâd just arrived an hour earlier and were sent to your trailer to get ready for the first scene. When you walked through the door, you were greeted with a bouquet of wildflowers and a note that read:
I canât stop thinking about you. -H.J (xxx) xxx-xxxx
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Talk it Out
Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: Agatha All Along Finale Spoilers, Angst, I guess it's hurt/comfort, happy ending
Summary: The confrontation between Agatha and Rio goes differently with you there to mediate.
An: I've been itching to write for Agatha. I check the tags everyday for new fics, so I thought maybe I should contribute. Hope you like it
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âAre you guys really going to do this? There has to be another way?â
Dark skies with ominous clouds loomed over Agatha's backyard. Rio was perched on the rooftop magic buzzing in her hands. Agatha stood on the ground exhausted from the trials of the road.
You found yourself standing in between the two.
âDarling, there is no other way. I donât want to hurt you, donât make me hurt you,â the rage dims in Rio's eyes as she looks at you.
You turn to the other woman. Sheâs trying to activate her powers, to no avail. You see a panic rise across her features. It's then that Rio begins her attack. When Agatha is flung back, you canât help but scream her name.
âAGATHA!â
You attempt to run to her side, but vines snake their way up your legs keeping you in place.
âRio please,â you plead with her.
Agatha answers, âSheâs not going to listen to you sweetheart. Death is unkind, cruel even, and she cares for no one.â
Tears brim at your eyes hearing those words. Your whisper doesnât get lost in the chaos, âThatâs not true.â
âYou can lie to yourself all you want Agatha, but she knows youâre full of shit,â Rio hurls a vine at the witch leaving a nasty cut on her ankle.
âLook around Y/n, does this look like love,â Agatha spits out before her back connects with a tree.
Wires and vines alike start to wrap around Agatha, keeping her in place. Rio stalks towards her in a predatory fashion.
âEnd of the road Agatha, and you know where all roads lead.â
Agatha starts to beg for her life. This whole scene pulls your heart in two different directions.
Your magic was weak in comparison to most, but in this moment that didnât matter. It was enough to escape the hold from the vines.
Just as Rio was going to blast Agatha out of existence you step between the two. Your hands outstretched to shield Agatha.
âTake me instead,â your gaze is soft when you meet Deathâs stare.
âNo,â Agatha and Rio speak in unison.
You shake your head, âYou donât get to say no. You need a soul and Iâm offering mine.â
âIt- itâs not your time,â Rio's excuse is flimsy.
âIâve been around just as long as she has. Iâve sat by and watched her do the things that she did. I am your lover, just like she is. So youâre taking my soul.â
Agatha protests again, âShe canât have you.â
You turn to face her, âShe already does, my love. I do not fear her as you do. I do not resent her. Spending eternity with her does not scorn me. I love her just as I love you.â
A scowl grows on Agathaâs face, âHow can you forgive her?â
Rio wants to speak, but you place your hand on her chest, causing her to hold her tongue.
You squat down to Agathaâs level. Your hands caress her face, âI am grateful for what she gave us Agatha. Are you not? Weâve been alive for centuries, yet nothing has ever come close to those 6 years.â
âShe took him from us.â
You shook your head, your voice was delicate, âHe wasnât even meant to take his first breath. We mightâve made him from scratch, but thereâs only one person that gave him life, and you hate her for it.â
âHe was my son too,â Rio speaks, no longer in her fighting stance.
Her eyes boring into Agatha, with a sorrow only death could convey.
Angry tears welled in Agathaâs eyes, âIn the middle of the night. When we couldnât even say goodbye. I was going to- I was going to do better for him, Rio.â
âI had to take him, and if either or you asked me not to⊠I donât think I wouldâve been able to do it. Donât you think I wouldâve loved to see him grow, Agatha? He was so much of all of us even at that age.â
âHe was smart and cunning like you, Â Agatha. He had your affinity for nature and balance, Rio. And he.. .â
âWas kind, just like you sweetheart,â Agatha finished your sentence.
Rio frowns, âI took no joy in taking him. In fact, taking a soul has never hurt so much. I didnât just lose Nicky, I lost you too.â
âTell her the truth,â you say to Agatha, who shifts a bit under your gaze.
âThereâs nothing to tell,â her sentence falls flat at the end, in the way it does when she's lying.
Your tired eyes look at her, âAgatha, please.â
âI ran because Iâm scared. Not of you, but of facing Nicky. If he saw who I am, what Iâve become he would-"
âLove you anyway,â Rio spoke with certainty.
Itâs then that Agatha fully drops her mask, vulnerability on full display, âHow are you sure?â
âYou never hid yourself from him. He knows what kind of person you are, he always did. Maybe he wanted you to change, but he still loved you the way you were,â Rio spoke it like a fact.
It broke Agatha. She began to sob, âI donât hate you. I could never hate you. Iâm sorry.â
You began to free Agatha from her spot against the tree. Rio instantly broke the binds after watching you struggle. She was cautious in her approach, of the two of you.
Rio wraps her arms around Agatha. Agatha melts into the embrace, the warmth comforting her. Rio begins to wipe away the womanâs tears.
You watch with a tender gaze and relief flooding through your features.
âNo more fighting,â you look between the two of them.
âWhat about Billy?â Agatha clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.
Rio deflates, taking a step back from Agatha, âI still-â
âI told you to take mine,â you speak up.
Rioâs eyes darken, âI wonât.â
You invade the womanâs personal space. Your arms settle around the back of her neck. You lean into her, forehead resting against hers.
She breathes you in calmly. Eyes fluttering close. You kiss her, deeply. You donât focus on the pain coursing through you, but rather the softness of her lips, the eagerness of her hands, the warmth of her body.
You can feel yourself slipping, but it doesnât go too far as you are roughly shoved away from Rio.
âARE YOU CRAZY!â Agatha yells.
Your breath is ragged as your life force slowly returns to you, âMaybe.â
You donât think as you shoot your magic at Agatha. You know her instincts, youâve seen them in action. Without thought she begins draining you of your powers. As you crumble, she rises.
âAGATHA!â Rioâs voice echoes something deadly.
It knocks Agatha out of her trance and she quickly cuts the line between your power and hers. You lay flat on the ground with your eyes open towards the sky. Youâre breathing is minimal but present.
Rio looks at Agatha, âYou need to give her some back or she won't make it.â
Agathaâs hands are trembling and she tries to out the power back, but nothing is happening.
âSheâs- sheâs not taking it,â Agatha begins to mumble.
âY/n you have to receive the power, you have to do it or youâll die,â Rio says sternly.
âThe soul,â you mumble.
Rio growls, âForget about the soul, Iâll figure it out, just please.â
Before Agatha can put the magic, back into you again, youâre hit with a bright blue ray of energy. The force with which it hits you makes you jolt into an upright position.
âIs she going to be alright?â Billy jogs over to the scene in front of him.
Itâs not what he thought it was going to be originally and for that heâs grateful. Fighting Death was not anywhere near his bucket list.
âDid you-â
âI-I came to fight and then I saw⊠everything. It just made sense to help,â Billyâs eyes search all 3 women.
You answer him first, âIâm alright, everything is fine.â
âA-are you sure?â
You look to Rio, who is already looking at you, she tells the teen âYou are free to go.â
He looks at Agatha first and then you.
âWe will around if you need us, donât fret. This is not a journey, you have to walk alone,â you tell him.
The boy is quick to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You squeeze him back and whisper in his ear, âWe will help you find him.â
He nods at your words. He takes one more glance at Agatha and Rio before leaving the yard.
âWhen are you going to tell him about the road?â Agatha questions you.
âLater, after Iâve spent some time with the women that I love. Both of them,â you say hopefully.
Rio looks at Agatha, you both knew it was her call.
The woman let out a dramatic sigh, âNothing too strenuous I'm exhausted from all of that hard work.â
âA bath would do you well,â Rio bites back.
Agatha rolls her eyes, âYou just want to see me naked.â
Rio chuckles, âWell, it has been quite some time. Iâm sure Y/n wouldn't mind an intimate moment with both of us either.â
You shook your head, âNot one complaint.â
âYouâre both ridiculous,â Agatha speaks.
âYou love it,â Rio counters.
Agatha looks at you and then Rio before letting out a sigh, âI love you both.â
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"AM I DOING GOOD?"
YOUR OBSESSED LOSER BOYFRIEND
Choso x Fem Reader
Summary: Choso just canât seem to get enough of you. To him, youâre the only woman worthy of his timeâthe only woman heâll ever look at so intimately. When youâre at work, he struggles to cope with your lack of company, becoming desperate for your attention when you arenât around. Every day he awaits your return impatientlyâcraving your familiar touch.
Word count: 2.5k
Contains: Submissive Choso, established relationship, masturbation, interrupted masturbation, begging, teasing, no protection, penetrative, cowgirl, missionary, cumshots, creampie
Audio: i based this on this audio from a request. full credits to the VA for inspo
Note: need to write more one shots like this à«źâ Ë â€ Ë âá
Left alone in the bedroom, Choso grumbles. The past few hours have been spent aimlessly flipping through TV stations; there is nothing to satiate his boredom. He wants one thing and one thing onlyâyou. He flooded your phone with messages, receiving no response since youâre likely making your way home from work. Time couldnât tick by any slower.
Rolling onto his side, the open drawer full of your panties catches his attention. Choso pierces his lips together, his mind wandering to picture you in your lingerieâthinking about how sexy you look when you tease him, sending him all those naughty pictures when heâs the one at work. The ones he saves to his gallery in a special folder just for you; two albums have your name, one inaccessible without a passcode.
Grabbing a pair, he balls them up into his hand and throws himself back on the mattress, admiring them in the air. A black lace set, simple but equally as seductive. He lowers them to his face, cursing himself for his perverted ways as he sniffs, only to be disappointed by the smell of laundry detergent. No one could miss pussy more than he does; his dick throbs at the thought of your taste when you guide his head, holding him down while he eats you out.
Unable to contain himself, he fumbles with his zipper and pulls his dick from his underpants, his tip sensitive to the touch. Using your panties for added stimulation, he begins stroking himself, wishing it were you touching him. Sometimes, he wishes he wasnât so obsessed with youâitâs beginning to interfere with his life; deep down, he knows heâd live no other way. Youâre the only thought in his head; heâd do anything for youâthe possibilities are endless.
Since youâre not home, heâs free to be as loud as he wants. His moans leave his mouth as his head lolled back, letting himself get lost in the endless fantasies his mind curated of you. You enter through the door and take your shoes off, humming the tune to the song playing through your headphones while you walk through to the living room. When you call Chosoâs name, he doesnât reply and your brows pinch together.
âBaby? Are you home?â You call out again, hearing clattering coming from the bedroom.
âMâ here. Waitââ The floorboards creak as you approach the bedroom and he panics, covering himself carelessly as the door swings open.
âI missed you so much!â You beam at him and walk over, holding his head in your hands while cuddling him to your chest.
âMissed you too.â He mumbles, his dick twitching from the material of the blanket rubbing him the wrong way.
âAre you okay? You look pale.â You pull your lips to one side and put your hand on his forehead, slicking his hair back, âYou donât have a fever.â
âIâm okay, just sleepy.â He smiles, his eyes innocent despite the deceitâheâs not tired at all.
âYouâre always sleepy.â You hum, pressing your forehead to his. Your gaze lowers, noticing him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
âNot always.â
âYour cheeks are rosy.â Your thumb strokes over his smooth skin, unaware of the situation under the blanket that he is desperately attempting to conceal.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He chokes on his words when you straddle him, your ass directly on top of his hardly-covered dick.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âItâsââ He grits his teeth, turning his head to the side, ââNothing. I told you Iâm fine.â
âWhatâs this?â Underneath the blanket covering him is a slip of fabric. Before he could stop you, you reel it out and reveal your panties.
âI swear I can explain, please.â He whines, grabbing your hand while you stare down at him. You donât speak, giving him the approval to justify his actions.
âI just wanted to feel you. I missed you so much; I need you so fucking bad.â His eyes were wide, a soft glimmer possessing them while his hands rubbed up and down your hips.
âHow long have you been jerking off in my panties?â
âA few weeksââ
You flash a stern glare at him and he huffs, squeezing your fingers while they intertwine with his.
âI know, Iâm sorry. Please, I canât stop thinking about you.â
âYouâre so needy, you know?â Your voice lowers, bundling his shirt as you draw him closer to you. He couldnât handle being touch-starved for much longer and cracked, connecting his lips with yours.
While you intended to go for a controlled approach, Choso was sloppy, dragging you down with him while his lips assaulted yours. All his pent-up sexual frustration is revealing itself, his tongue meeting with yours in an instant. Despite not being touched, this was all he needed to orgasm, whimpering pathetically into your mouth as he cums all over himself. You pull back and remove the blanket, seeing the trail shot up his lower abdomen and shirt.
âIâve been good, havenât I?â He murmurs, grabbing onto your face with both hands, âIâve been a good boy for you.â
âYouâve been perfect.â Your lips twist up, âOnly you could cum all over yourself like this. Youâre all mine, arenât you?â
âAll yours. Only yours.â He hastily replies, grinning right back at you.
âI think itâs only right that a good boyfriend deserves a treat, donât you?â
âI do.â
âYouâve made such a mess.â You toss the now dirty blanket onto the floor, helping him out of his shirt and boxers.
âIâll clean it all up later, I promise.â
âThank you, baby.â You kiss his cheek and pull away, only to feel his grip on your forearm tighten.
âWhere are you going?â He whines, tugging you back as you stumble forward.
âIâm going to get changed.â
âNo.â He lets his head roll back, his cheeks lit with a red flush, highlighting his dire need for your attention, âI need you now.â
âNo?â You cock your head slightly askew, his demanding words catching you off guard.
âYou havenât touched me in ages.â
âYouâre going to have to wait, Choso. I wonât be long.â
âPlease donât leave the room; you can do it here. I want to see your pretty body.â
âLetâs make a deal, okay?â You brush your hair away from your face and he nods, âI want you to get yourself off until Iâm ready and Iâll stay in the room. Can you do that for me?â
âAm I allowed to cum?â
âWhat fun would it be if you cum again before I get my hands on you?â
âOkay, I wonât. Donât make me wait forever.â Choso lets go of you, watching you waltz over to the laundry basket.
His eyes linger on your figure as you strip out of your clothes, using his previous spill of cum as lubricant. It was hard to remain silent, his moans muffled due to him forcing his mouth shut. There is no shame left in him as his body twitches, the sight of you from behind leaving him tearing at the skin on his lips. He was overstimulated, hornier than he was previouslyâbut he never gave up. His body knew you were what he cravedâlikely the only thing providing him the stamina to keep going.
You grin while your back is facing him, hearing the soft noises he makes while he strokes himself to the thoughts playing in his mind. You glance back, noticing him divert his eyes, his hand trembling due to the repeated motions. Though cruel, you want to see how long you can make him wait. Choso always cums quickly, but heâs the type of man that wants to cum multiple times until he gets everything out of his systemâuntil he knows that he has pleased you. If necessary, heâd continue until his eyes are forced shut.
His heavy breathing increases, his big amber eyes begging you to turn around and place your hands all over him. Under the muffled sounds of his whimpers, he calls for you, his voice too weak for you to register from the distance youâre at. He knows youâre doing this to him on purpose, turning him on as his pitch rises an octave, his whines now desperate cries for attention. You unclasp your bra, slinging it aside, then slowly step out of your panties. His face lights up, a gleaming smile displayed as his hands proceed to tremble.
âAre you ready?â He gasps in between his words, eagerly awaiting you to spin around and join him on the mattress.
âNot yet.â
âYou saidâ We had a deal.â He almost sounds hurt, as if he took the betrayal to heart, âIâm going to cumâ You know I canât lastââ
âRelax, Choso. Iâm teasing.â You chuckle, spinning around and closing the distance, âYou can stop now. You did so well.â
âDid I?â His sticky hand leeches onto yours, âI thought youâd be mad at me.â
âWhy would I be mad at you?â
âBecause I keep sending you inappropriate messages while youâre at work and I steal your panties.â He utters. He feels ashamed at how attached he is to youâmany of your friends have commented on his clingy behaviour.
âI like your little messages; I think theyâre cuteâthe pictures too.â
âYeah? You like them?â
âI love them; you look so pretty in the videos. Got the most handsome face Iâve ever seen, havenât you?â
âIâll send you more. You make me this wayâIâm so horny. I get so excited for you to come home every day.â
âI can see that.â Your eyes drift down to his dick, wrapping your hand around it, grazing against the veins that decorate it. âAll of this because of me, Iâm flattered.â
âAll for you. I love you so much.â Choso tugs you forward, making sure heâs able to hold you in the kiss so you canât break free this time.
His lips were soft; you could feel his smirk pressed against you while you shuffled closer. He adored kissing you; exploring every inch of you is a blessing to him. He pulls back and shifts your hips, lining his tip up with your entrance. The moment heâs been waiting for all day is finally in his hands, the greatest privilege he has been gifted in life.
âI canât wait to feel you. Iâm going to make you feel so good.â He mutters, dotting kisses down your arm while you lower yourself onto him, âSo good. Iâll make you cum, I swear.â
âQuiet down, Choso.â You snicker, his pupils blown out as he bottoms out inside of you.
âOh fuck, âso tight,â Since he canât tone it down, you put your hand over his mouth. You silence his moans, barely doing enough to dull the volume.
Your day at work drained you; you donât have enough energy to remain on top for long, growing exhausted only after the first few minutes have passed. Choso recognises your lack of energy and rolls over, allowing you to lie down. When you give him this opportunity, he makes sure he doesnât disappoint you. He inches back into you, setting the pace to his liking, carefully analysing your facial expressions.
âPlease talk to me.â He grunts, reaching forward to stroke your face.
âYouâre doing so wellâjust like that.â Your eyes flutter shut as his tip massages a point deep within you, stimulating your G-spot. From the look on his face, itâs as though he is awestruck by you; none of this is new to him, he just canât get over how gorgeous you are.
âAre you close?â Heâs aware that itâs early on, but this has been prolonged for himâheâs already at his point of release.
âNot yet.â
âFuckâ I donât know how much longer I can last.â
âYou can do it, Choso. Do it for me.â
âIâm trying. Mâ trying, but itâs so hardââ
âKeep yourself there.â You readjust your position, raising your hips slightly while he secures you in place.
âHere? Should I press down?â He rubs his hand on your lower abdomen, applying pressure to aid your pleasure, âLook at youâ Youâre so pretty. Youâre going to be mine forever, arenât you?â
âForever.â You mumble your words, repeating them as the satisfaction begins to take over your rational thinking.
âCan you feel this?â He says in a proud tone while his fingers circle around your clit, building your climax rapidly, âAm I doing it right?â
âMhmâ, thatâs it.â Your breath hitches, muscles tightening due to the stimulation, âThatâs it, Choso.â
âIâm holding out for you,â The atmosphere was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, âPlease donât be mad if I cum.â
âJust a little more.â
âI couldnât ask for a better girlfriend.â His voice was raspy, barely able to get his words out. âI love how you take care of me. I love how good our sex isââ
âAndâ Those other people,â He pants, glaring directly into your eyes, âWho said I wasnât enough for you were wrong, weren't they? Iâm so good for you.â
âYouâre more than enough for me.â
âNot every man has to pretend to be emotionless. Theyâre so jealous because Iâm the one you wanted.â He plants his lips on your neck, leaving a soft trail of pecks leading down to your chest, âIâm going to give you everything, going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.â
Choso comes undone inside of you, his whimpers flowing while his cum spurts out, filling you up just as he had anticipated. He continues to thrust, making sure you have the opportunity to finish despite him being close to passing out from the overstimulation. His hands are groping your breasts, sliding all over your body, doing anything he can to help you.
âPlease cum, please,â He whispers his plea, his breath fanning onto your neck, âI want you to cum for me.â
âYesâ Oh shit,â He laughs in between gasps, not expecting his words to have an effect, âYouâre so tight around me.â
Locking with his innocent eyes, you break, losing your composure as your orgasm reigns over your body. Choso is struggling to speak, his words coming out in hiccups while he continuesâunable to stop himself. He pulls out of you and shoots cum all over your stomach, letting his drained body fall beside yours. Tonight, he made a mess much bigger than he ever had before, his head spinning while his body regains energy.
âI really needed this.â Choso turns, noticing the sweet expression on your face as you gaze at him.
âI love you too; I forgot to say it back.â You beam over at him while your chest heaves, your body sticky with both sweat and cum, a combination that becomes irritating as time passes.
âGive me a minute and Iâll clean everything up like I promised.â He pecks your cheek, pleased with himself for the state youâre in. Usually, you prefer to be the one in charge of aftercareâyou donât have the heart to stop him as he seems so ecstatic with his performance. âDo you want a fresh set of lingerie or my boxers and a shirt?â
âBoxers and a shirt, please.â
#choso x reader#choso smut#choso x you#jjk choso#jujutsu kaisen#smut#jjk#oneshot#choso kamo#choso x y/n#jujutsu kaisen choso#choso#divider creds: cafekitsune + muruffin
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Behind Closed Doors
SUMMARYÂ |Â The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can't help but notice himâhe's gorgeous. You've given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up to your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not.
PAIRINGSÂ |Â Seonghwa x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+
GENRE |Â neighbor!Seonghwa, neighbor!Reader, smut, non-idol au, next door neighbor trope
CONTENT/WARNINGSÂ |Â drunk cheating ex, profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up yaâll!), fingering, oral sex (both receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies
LENGTHÂ |Â Â 6,053 words
TAGLIST |Â â
NETWORKS |Â @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety
AUTHORâS NOTEÂ |Â Â I love writing next door neighbor tropes just as much as I love writing college aus. I hope you all like this. Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all đ
"I told you to get out!" you yelled, throwing pillows at the sorry excuse of an ex-boyfriend you dated. You didn't miss when they hit him right in the face, and it gave you a weird satisfaction seeing him be hurt, even though it was from the small weapon.
"C'mon, babe, please. We were so good together!" He complained, attempting to get on his hands and knees and crawl over to where you stood on the opposite side of the sofa.
"Oh yeah? Does that mean that me finding out about you fucking all those random tramps was us being 'good together' too?" you scoffed at him.
"Now, babeâ"
"Don't you 'babe' me, you asshole. Go find some other chick to go play house with! I never want to see you again, are we clear!?" you seethed. This had gotten annoying rather fast, and now you could barely stand looking at his face any longer.
"Baby, you know that she's nothing compared to you. You're the only one I ever want. I can't get you out of myâ"
"If I was the only one that you cared about, you wouldn't have done that in the first place," you said as calmly as you could, trying not to get more upset by thinking about what he did.
âWe all make mistakes sometimes!â He pleaded.
"FUCKING MY LANDLORD IN MY BEDROOM AFTER THINKING I WAS OUT OF TOWN IS A MISTAKE!?!?" you screamed, picking up another pillow from behind you and threw it with full force at him. He only missed the attack by dodging.
"Babe..." He tried crawling to you again but you just punched the sofa as hard as you could.
"I have had it! I am so fucking done! There is no chance in hell we will ever get back together and get married like you'd wantedâwe're done. Are we clear on this, Park Donghyun!?" You used his full name in a way that wasn't appealing or desirable. It was in a harsh, angry voice that rang through his ears and scared him slightly. He just stayed on the ground, still crawling as slow as he could and acting as if it pained him for you to feel the way you did.
"Sweetheart, please," he croaked. "You know we belong together. I never really loved them, it was you."
You weren't sure if you two were ever good together or just good fucks to each otherâeither way, you weren't going back to a person like that. When he reached over the couch for you, you went to dodge out of the way and unfortunately, with your shitty luck, you tripped over the leg of the coffee table and fell, hitting your head hard against the corner as you hit the ground.
There was a lot of pain and the stench of soju filled your nose as Donghyun bent over you with lust filled eyesâŠand then suddenly nothing.
A few blinks later, the blurry figure above you was now much clearer, but it definitely wasn't your shitty ex-boyfriend. It was a much more beautiful sight: Seonghwa, your gorgeous neighbor who seemed to care more than he should about the stranger across the hallway, not that you were going to complain.
"Hey, hey, you should stay still," Seonghwa spoke softly.
"Oww," you groaned, taking an attempt to move to show you were feeling fine. Seonghwa gently grasped your arms and helped you into a sitting position. "Did that fucker leave?"Â
"Don't worry. I made sure he wouldn't be bothering you again," Seonghwa replied, letting his eyes glide down to the purplish mark on the side of your face. It broke his heart to see that someone would ever consider treating someone else, especially a woman, this way. "Did he do that to you?"
"This?" you winced at the slight pain. "No. I was trying to get away from him and I tripped. Unfortunately, there was a table there that knocked me out, not the creep." You let out a long breath and blinked rapidly. "God, why did my life turn into a drama?"
You and Seonghwa sat there awkwardly, neither of you too sure what to do in the current situation you were both in. You were never that close, having only waved at each other a handful of times when you had happened to catch each other at the same time and your eyes met. Other than that, you hadn't gotten past acquaintances with the handsome male, though your friends seemed convinced you should start a relationship with him or at least have a nice quick fling for a week or so.
"Hey," he broke the silence that had been lasting a while. "If you want me to, I can put an ice pack on that for you. Might help to prevent the swelling, not to mention the pain."
You hadn't noticed the ache before, but now that it was mentioned, the spot throbbed almost as if in response. A look of surprise had etched onto your features as you finally answered. "That's alright," you answered a little too fast to be natural, "you don't have to do that."
Seonghwa watched you for a second before his expression melted into one of reassurance. "It's okay, I insist," his features brightened with a genuine smile. "Do you have any in your freezer?"
Before you could respond, he was walking over and grabbing them. With the ice in hand, he sat next to you. His shoulder rested gently against yours, his warmth spreading from his thin cotton shirt to you and you were tempted to sink against him and feel his muscles under his shirt. His smell was intoxicating, the light scent of his body wash still lingering from when he showered before coming to rescue you.
Seonghwa was coming home from running errands when the sound of shouting across the hall caught his attention. He knew it was no place for someone to be alone in such a situation, so he rushed over without a second thought. He didn't even question why the front door was unlocked; he assumed someone was preventing you from leaving and Seonghwa did not like that.
Bursting through the door, Seonghwa's protective instincts surged when he saw your ex looming over you. He didn't hesitate â grabbing the man, shoving him out, and slamming the door shut. Concern flooded him as he turned to you, lying on the living room floor.
Seonghwa was relieved to hear your injury was from a fall, not your ex's abuse. As he held the ice pack to your bruised cheek, his heart ached, wishing he could erase your pain. A permanent frown settled on his concerned face. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, pulling the ice back to gauge your reaction.
You nodded your thanks, then took the ice pack from him. "My head's pounding," you admitted, "but it was doing that before. The ice actually feels good..." You trailed off, glancing at Seonghwa. He was watching you with such focused attention, it made you self-conscious. "Though, yeah, it is pretty cold."
"Hm... How are things with him? Better now? Do I need to scare him off some more?" He joked, despite the tone and the expression on his face showing nothing more than that.
A dry laugh fell from your lips. "I honestly can't believe him."
"He seemed really obsessed." He nodded as he agreed.
"It's not just that," you scoffed bitterly. "He slept with other women the entire time we were dating, even after he said he loved me. He even slept with my landlady when he thought I was out of town." You shook your head, exasperated. "And here I am, unloading all this on you when we barely know each other. I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me complain about my ex."
"Well, my schedule is empty at the moment, and I don't mind listening to you talk, either," Seonghwa shifted so that your right knee pressed against his own, his arms resting against his leg. "And about us not really knowing each other, we could get to know each other now and worry about that another day."
You thought about his offer to try and get to know each other while pressing the ice against the bruised spot once again. "So, I should be expecting you in my apartment more often now?"
A slight grin flashed over his lips, a deep chuckle shaking his body lightly. The vibration seemed to radiate into you, a sweet buzz tingling throughout your body and making it warmer than before. "Only if you need rescuing."
The corners of your lips curved into a smile as your free hand reached and ruffled Seonghwa's hair. "Careful now. What would your girlfriend say?"
He let out a laugh. "I'm single if that's what you're asking."
This gorgeous man was single? Even a guy like him was still unattached in this dating scene? As much as you were shocked, you were grateful for the information. You made sure not to let out a relieved sigh as he leaned in toward you.
Seonghwa removed the ice from your hand and held it against your face. It felt like it was much colder now that his fingers were brushing against your skin, especially since the bruise felt a bit better. Not to mention that you could see something sparkle in Seonghwa's eyes. This guy...
"Sorry for coming in unannounced earlier. I just needed to make sure that he wouldn't be able to hurt you," he said with a tinge of guilt in his voice. "You must be surprised I didn't even knock or anything."
You blinked rapidly, pulling back slightly. Then, you reached out and placed your hand over his, helping him hold the ice pack to your cheek. "You don't need to apologize," you reassured him with a warm smile. "I'm just grateful you were here. Who knows what could've happened otherwise, to me or my apartment." Your smile softened. "And don't worry about surprising me. Thank you, Seonghwa."
The shared warmth of your hands on the ice pack faded as Seonghwa withdrew his touch, leaving a lingering warmth on your skin. A flicker of disappointment quickly gave way to a flutter of excitement as his fingers gently grazed your cheek, careful of the bruise. This wasn't the casual acquaintance you'd known from brief encounters at the mailbox; a deeper connection was sparking to life.
Seonghwa kept the ice pack in place, but his focus shifted. His right hand traced your jawline, fingers hesitant yet drawn to your warmth. The intimacy of the moment was unexpected, a spark igniting where only polite exchanges had existed before. His touch lingered, a silent question hanging in the air, as if seeking permission to bridge the gap between comfort and something more.
He pulled his hand away and picked up the now melting bag, bringing it into the open-plan kitchen that connected with the living room. You followed behind him, confused as to why he had stopped the closeness the two of you were sharing before.
You stood in the doorway to the kitchen while Seonghwa refroze the ice pack. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" His dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle with interest as he studied you.
"Uh, well..."
"Or should I give you some space?" His eyebrows knit together as he fidgeted nervously, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. "I mean, I shouldn't impose, right?"
As if the fates were giving you the signal to tell Seonghwa that, yes, he was always welcome to 'impose', your stomach growled, growling loud enough that the gorgeous man couldn't have ignored it. You groaned and hung your head slightly while laughing lightly, embarrassment burning across your face and through your body.
Seonghwa let out a laugh. "Come over to my place. I'll whip something up," he said with a gentle voice. He walked out of the kitchen and past you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. You weren't entirely sure if it was done on purpose or if it was coincidental. But you let him guide you out of your apartment and across the way to his.
A few weeks later, Seonghwa had invited you over for coffee and conversation. Spending more time with the tall and gorgeous man across the hallway didn't sound bad at all. Sure, it had only been a few days since the 'incident', but you had already learned so much. For instance, Seonghwa juggled studying business with bartending gigs and helping out at a friend's car rental. It wasn't the most conventional career path, but he managed it all with surprising ease. Not to mention the fact he had the ability to stay motivated to pull it all off and somehow stay as calm and cool as he is. Then there was the way he effortlessly slipped into his charming demeanor. And how that never left whenever you were together.
Okay, you had to admit you had it pretty bad. This wasn't how you expected to be feeling, given how your relationship with your ex had ended just recently. Yet here you were, admiring this amazingly talented and attractive man sitting in front of you, wearing the most casual clothing possible. Despite looking quite sleepy and lazy with a bit of hair mussed and a very big, comfortable shirt, a small portion of skin was showing and it took all the willpower you had not to stare at him for a little longer. He was that incredible to look at. He'd even fallen asleep in his arm chair, and when you heard soft snores emitted, a light giggle had escaped your lips. Even in sleep, he still looked handsome and you could feel the growing urge to run your fingers through his silky hair and graze his face delicately.
Oh yes, you had it pretty bad... But how would he react? Maybe he would be the one running away. Or not. If he's anything like your ex, then there is a large probability he will leave like all the men you've dated had. Still...
You heaved a sigh and peeked over at Seonghwa, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. You quietly cleared your throat and leaned over the table where his mug still remained, most likely cold. Placing your fingers against the handle, you began moving to grab the mug, planning on placing it in the kitchen sink. But just as you touched the glass of the mug, the sleepy man stirred awake, blinking to get ahold of reality and waking up. Seonghwa yawned widely, the sound catching in your throat. Your heart skipped a beat, a shy smile spreading across your face.
"Didn't mean to fall asleep..." His voice, rough with sleep, sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure.
"Nah, don't worry about it," a genuine smile graced your features, "I don't mind."
Your reaction seemed to comfort him as he rose from the chair and stretched before gathering his coffee mug and reaching out for yours, collecting them to take them to the kitchen and making more coffee for the two of you. You watched intently as his fingers went to his hair to mess it up a bit before coming back to the living room and sitting. He leaned back, exposing more skin at the neck of his shirt, making you realize he didn't have a shirt underneath it.
"So I've been thinking. About that creep," he paused and sipped the coffee. "I was thinking. You and I should hang out together when the creep is nearby. See if it helps to show him that you've moved on."
"Oh? And you think it would work?" You raised your brow, interested and skeptical.
"Yeah," he said it too quickly. His hand went to rub the back of his neck and his gaze stayed down, avoiding you. "He might just have gotten the hint that you don't want anything to do with him. Maybe we can help the process move along? That's if you want to."
His flustered state was adorable, a blush dusting his cheeks as he averted his gaze. You couldn't help but giggle at his bashfulness.
"Are you certain about this? It would mean spending a lot more time together," you teased, enjoying his flustered reaction. His grip tightened on the mug, and he avoided your eyes. "Unless you're only suggesting this out of concern, and you don't actually want to..." you trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.
"It's not like that," his voice was a tad shaky and almost sounded panicked as his eyes locked with yours, the flush still coloring his skin. "I'm kind of interested. In you..."
His confession brought heat rushing to your face as well, and your embarrassment was written all over, judging from the amused smirk on Seonghwa's face and how you averted your eyes to focus on the floor. âIâm interested in you tooâŠâ
"Y-yeah?" he stammered, his voice catching in his throat. He looked every bit the nervous schoolboy, clutching his coffee mug like a lifeline and darting his eyes anywhere but your face. His lips parted, then closed again as he licked them nervously.
Seonghwa's flustered reaction was endearing. It was hard to believe this confident, capable man was reduced to a blushing, stammering mess in your presence. The realization that he was interested in you, of all the women in the complex who likely vied for his attention, sent a thrill through you. It was impossible not to fall for him a little harder in that moment.
With your mutual confessions hanging in the air, the atmosphere shifted. It became charged with a new intimacy, though a hint of awkwardness lingered. Seonghwa's eyes darted around the room, while your face couldn't help but break into a wide smile. This was a new beginning, a thrilling and uncertain one. As the initial tension eased, Seonghwa visibly relaxed, though he still couldn't quite meet your gaze. He fidgeted with his mug, taking a few sips, and your eyes met in a shared moment of laughter, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings now laid bare.
"Ah," he set his mug down before standing. "Do you maybe want to go out to dinner sometime? Just the two of us?" His gaze returned to you as you got up and put your mug down, keeping it by the table as he placed his in the sink to be cleaned later.
"I'd like that. Let's do it," you couldn't contain your excitement, and your hand instinctively reached out, slipping over where it rested on the sink. Your fingers intertwined with his, causing him to gasp softly. But he didn't pull away; instead, his grip tightened slightly, sending a warm jolt through you.
Seonghwa couldn't speak, his joy evident in the widening of his smile and the tightening of his hold on your hand. As if remembering his usual charm, a playful smirk tugged at his lips. He covered his mouth with his free hand, trying to contain his happiness, while his fingers intertwined with yours. "Yeah?" he managed, his voice barely a whisper.
A rush of heat burned your cheeks as you swallowed a nervous lump before answering. "Yes, I want to spend time with you."
His grip loosened, and he closed the distance between you, his warm breath washing over you. A moment of hesitation, a flicker of nervousness in the air, and then your eyes met. In an instant, you were enveloped in his embrace, his nose brushing affectionately against yours before his lips found yours. The kiss was intoxicating, a dizzying sensation heightened by the gentle pressure of his lips guiding yours.
All too soon, the feeling came to an end when he pulled back, leaving you a mess while he remained fairly composed, his smile beaming brilliantly. "Let me know when you want to go out and I'll take you anywhere. And anytime," Seonghwa cupped your flushed cheek with his palm. His touch sent electric sparks flying over every spot of your skin. "Call me, text me...come over any time."
"Okay," a smile that you didn't even feel could exist came to life as he leaned down again and kissed you, deepening this one a bit more and sending you further into an intense and head spinning trance.
He gave a bright and wide smile that shines as brightly as the sun as he took your hand in his, locking the two of your fingers together as he guided you out to the apartment hallway. He leaned against his open door frame, watching as you opened your front door. Before you could step through, you spun to face him, wanting to thank him, only to be met with him pulling you back and pecking your lips briefly.
"Hey, I'll stop by later if you want," his gorgeous dark brown eyes were sparking and begging you not to reject his offer. "I'll bring dinner. Sounds good?"
"Sure, yeah. That'll be nice," you answered, words slightly slurred since your head hadn't completely returned from being caught in the bliss of those kisses.
"Cool. I'll see you then," he placed a light kiss upon your nose before watching you return to your place.
The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed behind him as Seonghwa practically flew back into his apartment, his joyous shouts filling the living room. He was overflowing with pure elation, warmth spreading through him like wildfire. Rescuing his beautiful neighbor had been an impulsive act on a seemingly ordinary day, but who could have predicted it would lead to this?
"I can't believe how lucky I am," Seonghwa thought, already planning how to shower his new girlfriend with affection. She deserved so much more than that awful ex. The best dates, the best gifts, everything she wanted would be hers. He vowed to dedicate himself to her happiness, helping her erase every painful memory of the past.
After numerous dates filled with stolen kisses and lingering touches, you couldn't deny your growing desire for something more. The passion intensified with each shared moment, often leading to intimate cuddles on the couch or in bed, despite having dinner waiting or a movie paused in the background. Resisting the urge to take things further was a constant battle, but your patience was rewarded during a particularly heated make-out session one evening.
You were the first to move, rising off the couch to settle in his lap, arms finding their way around his neck while your hips were taken control of by Seonghwa's hands. Those skillful and very long fingers seemed to know exactly where to knead and grab as his teeth and tongue both went to work to drive you crazy. The fabric of his jeans was not comfortable at all and you tried to adjust your hips a bit to seek more comfort and maybe to send him some messages that you really enjoyed what was occurring. However, this movement seemed to rile Seonghwa up a bit.
"Can we..." you started to ask but couldn't find the rest of the words that you desperately sought out.
"We can... We can move it to the bedroom," he had already read you like an open book and his arms wrapped around you. "Or stay here if you don't mind the couch? We can go weherever you want to go."
As much as you liked the idea of staying right where you were and continuing this there and then, you weren't certain if you wanted the first time to be on the couch, even if that's where all the previous kissing had led. Shaking your head lightly, your answer was given and Seonghwa gladly lifted you and carried you with his long legs taking large and quick steps to his room, leaving kisses along the sides of your neck and behind your ear, a known sensitive spot for you.
He pressed you onto the mattress, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you cried out his name. How had this incredible man become yours? His touch was magic, igniting sparks wherever his fingers traced, leaving you weak and pliant in his arms. You threaded your fingers through his soft, thick hair, the boyish style contrasting with the raw passion in his eyes.
âYou're so handsome, Seonghwa," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
"Handsome and talented? Hmm? And totally yours," his bright eyes shined with his dazzling smile and his eyebrows rose. "I'm yours, angel. All yours."
"I want you, Seonghwa..." you couldn't contain how badly you wanted him, the yearning strong as you watched him move his head to one side and his face nuzzle your neck. A light growl and he bit the spot he'd just exposed by moving out of the way before his teeth dragged his lower lip slowly back across the surface.
"You can have all of me," the smirk was obvious from the sound of his husky tone. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Do whatever you ask and I'll gladly listen."
"You should probably know... I've never been on top. Always the bottom," you admitted.
"Hmmm...so you want to ride this tonight?" He grinded his crotch over top of yours, allowing the rough friction to give you a preview, the movement so expert and sensual as his eyes shut and he threw back his head, lips parted to let out a groan. "Because I can make that happen if it'll please my angel."
You couldn't stop your fingers from raking along his bare skin beneath his shirt, digging slightly as your back arched for more contact. "Yes. I want that. Will you give it to me?"
"Hell yes," his husky growl had you burning for him with anticipation and the excitement made your hands shake as your shirt was removed. In seconds, the rest of your clothing had been peeled from your form and Seonghwa stood by the bed to toss off everything.
There wasn't time to admire the masterpiece that he had under his pants because those hands returned, sliding along your curves and hips before flipping you up to straddle over him. Once settled and comfortable, your eyes fixated on how aroused he was before you as your core was positioned directly over the bulge pressing firmly against your heat. Your hands supported you in his lap with the flat of your palms pressed against the soft sheet, just below his firm, perky chest. With each slight wiggle of your hips, an enticing moan erupted and his head pushed back while his length grinded against your sex, creating a lovely mix of heat and wetness that coated over his growing arousal. The slick and wet noises each time you rolled or swiveled your hips sent your head spinning and you wanted nothing more than to continue that until you would eventually need a taste of that pulsing, red, swollen tip.
"Hwa? Can I suck you for a bit?" you whispered as your lips spread out across his upper chest.
A light hum that was filled with pure desire came as a response from him before a broken 'fuck' slipped free as the first touch of your tongue and lips worked across his defined collarbone and your fingers began working his growing length. Each pump made your core swell and dampen more, and the anticipation and arousal nearly blinded you, so badly were you just yearning to be filled and used.
When he seemed to be unable to handle it any longer, Seonghwa flipped you back around so your rear faced him and you had your mouth leveled with the object that would very soon satisfy that part of your aching sex. "Why don't I eat you out while you suck me? Sounds fair to you, babe?"
You could only hum against the smooth skin of his arousal and closed your eyes when you felt his palms roaming across the curvatures of your rear before spreading the plump cheeks. He didn't waste any more time before diving right in with a long, deep lick to your soaking pussy. Each swirl and circle had you wanting to moan and push your hips back for more while at the same time, trying to take him deep, gagging slightly until you began to find the right balance and breathing technique. Seonghwa was a lot bigger than your last boyfriend, but luckily for you, there was enough practice and pleasure before, thanks to your skills, to prepare for him.
"Fuck Hwa, right there...ohh!" your cries got a little louder and your body felt more restless when he began nibbling and licking over your clit.
"Come on, angel. Don't stop sucking me," he purred against your heat and the vibrations drove you higher and more insane.
As soon as he returned and increased his attention on you, you returned yours to his deliciously thick and hard length. You would make sure to give it the utmost care and attention, no matter how good it felt to have those masterful lips and tongue working you in the most sensitive spots. You pulled out all the tricks and techniques you knew, bobbing your head at just the right moment and at the perfect angle that you could take him in more and at the right moment would stroke his base. Meanwhile your other hand carefully rolled his sack and when you weren't completely focused, would pull up lightly from its place. Each moan he let out into your dripping cunt had your legs quivering and you weren't sure how much longer you could take before coming undone.
Your head was beginning to cloud more and more with desire and lust while the hot and slick sounds and your panting grew louder the longer the oral stimulation went on for. It took your whole power and energy to remember that you had your hands working while you felt like a puddle, near your limits of coming undone as his tongue swiped against the most sensitive nerves. It became increasingly difficult to focus and concentrate on keeping your throat and gag reflexes under control with each bob. You definitely weren't going to be able to handle this for much longer if things kept going at that pace.
"Hwa, I can't...ahhhhh," your screams echoed as his talented tongue and the slight prodding of a long, slender finger at your entrance had you finishing in no time.
"Me too, angel," his breathy moans were encouraging as were the heavy panting from his mouth while he pushed his hips back and forth, gliding easily within your mouth with the help of your hand. "Oh, fuck... Fuck! Here it comes, babe..." Seonghwa grunted as he shoved his cock back further into your warm, wet, and waiting mouth and you swallowed and held him in there, eyes watering and stinging slightly.
Once he eased up and the load that had shot directly down your throat was swallowed, you turned around and crawled up his body, your lips latching onto his neck.
"I'm not quite done with you yet, Hwa," your hand gripped his throbbing member once more, rubbing teasing circles along the sensitive flesh and feeling it twitch within your fingers. Your thumb smeared the moisture from the head across the entire, swollen shaft, making the pumping slick and quick. "Need you in me...right fucking now..."
"Take it as much as you need, angel," the raspy voice growled back as he used your soaked entrance to slick and prep his length.
In the matter of a single second, his full length slid straight into you and you let out a drawn out moan. With the size of your new lover, he hit spots that no one had ever even come close to touching. He was that thick and long, hitting places you'd never imagined having touched. He must have been blessed by the gods and you were incredibly lucky.
"If I'm hurting youâ" Seonghwa began to ask, concern etched on his face.
"No! Hwa, you're fine... Better than fine," a breathy, eager, and almost desperate whimper met his ear as you grinded your hips on his length, begging for movement and pleasure from him. "Fuck, you fill me up so well. It feels so amazing," you added.
His hips rolled and with each stroke, each thrust was controlled and steady as he made certain to hit your deepest spots, rocking his pelvis at the perfect angle so he could continuously graze along that spot deep inside, coaxing it to explode and send you over. "So tight and wet...perfect...fuck, this pussy is gorgeous and sweet. And only mine. Right, angel? My girl's perfect tight little pussy is all mine?" Seonghwa asked and smirked after hearing your sweet sounds.
All you could do was nod, clutching him and running your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to hold off your second climax as long as you possibly could, even though the way his cock kept sliding, prodding and working along that one sweet spot would become your undoing. That, and his filthy words. Those filthy words mixed with the beautiful grunts and moans from him were so sexy. He was already wrecking you so much.
"All yours, baby," you said softly. "Only yours."
"So perfect, my angel. Come on, my sweet angel," his husky voice murmured and encouraged you to keep going and let the feelings come to their highest peak.
"H-harder. Fuck me harder, Hwa." The sensations within you built, the pressure and knot deep within ready to burst. Just a little more. Only a little more and you could finish and feel free of the bliss and pleasure that your boyfriend was so skillfully bringing forth.
"Prettiest, most angelic voice...just listen to the little moans you're making... Fuck!" Seonghwa pounded and pounded deeper and deeper into you until you were a babbling mess. He fucked the words completely out of you, replacing them instead with sweet moans and screams of his name. That angelic sound of you reaching your climax did not go unnoticed as it bounced along his bedroom walls and your tight walls squeezed him.
It was all too much. After giving you such a glorious release that had you seeing stars, Seonghwa reached his high, moans mixing together as the two of you panted and clutched each other with strong arms. The two of you basked in the high the two of you had just taken part of and came down from slowly, hearts beating at erratic rhythms while your breath returned.
"Wow..." Seonghwa spoke softly. "You're amazing, angel."
"That was...that was great," you still hadn't fully recuperated from the waves and the intensity of the mind blowing experience with him. "But Hwa...baby?" you questioned.
"Hm?" Seonghwa questioned, his voice raspy with contentment.
"We definitely need showers," you giggled.
"Hm... But I can't walk yet, my legs are numb," Seonghwa stated as he gently patted your rear.
You giggled and smirked, "Get stronger ones, mister," before settling down on his chest.
"My legs can barely move! A shower sounds awesome, but I'm so comfy and tired right now," he made a fake, overly loud snoring sound.
You poked the tip of his nose. "How about I draw a bath for us then?"
"Perfect. Or we could skip the bath all together and just do some more...adventures...in bed," he had a smile full of mischief and the wink had you giggling and shaking your head, a blush finding its way into your cheeks once more.
"You and your dirty mind..." you went to get up and start the water, only to have him grab your wrist and sit up slightly, the sweat dripping down and his cheeks rosy pink.
"Angel, one more? Then we can be good and clean," his pleas were soft and inviting, and very convincing when coupled with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes.
"How about sex in the bathtub instead? As a compromise and to satisfy your neediness," you said and put a finger to your lips.
Seonghwa chuckled. "You drive a hard bargain. That's a deal."
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Shameless hsr smut for no reason ((voyeurism, riding, choking+riding, welt is additcted to p*ssy looool))
Gepard, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Welt x ReaderÂ
A/N: I kinda want these big, stupid men so b4d! I pulled this out of my ass because I could NOT stop thinking about Welt.... Gepard turned into Welt into Jing Yuan into Sampo LOL I never got to writing for BladeÂ
!! ALL SMUTTTTTT // NSFWWW !!
WC - 2,276
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Gepard
âSo this is what you do when I am gone?â
The captain nearly jumps at your voice, ultimately freezing all over as his hand stills over his cock. Heâs immobile, shame stuns him speechless and all he can do is stare at you. With his heavy cock still in hand, and abdomen on full display because of his shirt being pushed up over his chest, Gepard looks messy.Â
âMy love,â He finally stutters out and quickly makes work of covering himself up. His shaky hands fumble with his boxers as he attempts to shove himself back into his light pants. You stop him shortly with a single hand, a gentle touch of your fingertips against his wrist. It makes the man stare longingly up at you, hands now frozen as he tries to blink the surprise out of his eyes. Gepard knows he should be afraid of the smile on your face, the slight upturn of your lips but, heâs not.Â
The man is practically shaking as he awaits your touch.Â
âDonât be embarrassed,â You coo before running your lips over his jaw, the captain nearly winces as more precum pathetically spills from his cock. âcontinue.â Your encouragement goes in one ear and out the other, all Gepard can focus on are your dainty fingers against his skin. The captain continues to stare at you with furrowed brows and a confused expression.
Itâs only when your soft hand guides his own, wrapping over his hard cock, that Gepard knows what he must do for you. You want him to pick up where he left off, you want to watch him complete an intimate act. Gepard tightly swallows and continues to stare at you, lips slightly parted, as his hand begins to move.Â
He stares needily at your content expression, he stares at the pretty contours of your face and the perfect pout of your lips. Your eyes donât meet his though, no, youâre too busy watching him jerk his thick cock. Each tight stroke causes you to breathe harder, hands now gripping his knees as you take it all in.Â
Gepard tries to find any shame within himself but, he canât find any. He puts on a show for you. His thighs tense at a particular yank and his balls start to feel painfully tight at a slight swerve of his palm over the tip.Â
âMhm,â He groans at the feeling, his head tilting back against his broad shoulders as his eyes squeeze shut. The touch of his own hand is nothing compared to your own but, Gepard makes the most of it. When you are watching him like this, he has to.
âOpen your eyes.â Your voice is so gentle in his ears, calling to him like a siren that he immediately follows. The captain blinks his eyes open and moans out your name at your awaiting stare. You want to see the finale, you want to see him cum all over himself. Desire heavily clouds your iris. âYouâre so close, arenât you, Gepard?â With a singular lick of your lips in anticipation, the large man loses it.Â
One more harsh tug pulls him to the edge, forcing him to unload all over his bare abdomen. As he strokes himself through the heavy orgasm, you excitedly reach for the âvâ of his hips and lower your head.Â
Out of everything, Gepard shouldnât be surprised that you want to lick him clean.
Jing Yuan
âHow was your day, angel?â Genuine curiosity pours out of the generalâs mouth as he stares at you with a darkened gaze. Itâs cute how you squirm in his lap and are unable to respond, it makes the older man feel a surge of pride expand in his chest. He tries to encourage you with a large hand against your back but, the smooth touch of random patterns only serves to make you even more speechless.Â
You make it a point to ignore him as you stubbornly shake your head and puff out your cheeks but, your general just laughs. Itâs a rich and deep sound that seemingly fuels your irritation further as you attempt to move in his lap.Â
âEager, are we?â He breathes softly into your ear, thick hair tickling your cheeks and jaw, almost causing you to moan. Pitifully, you whimper and itâs a noise that Jing Yuan will always cherish. It seems that the man has had enough of teasing you as he begins lifting his hips in gentle motions. Strong and sturdy thighs keep you upright all while your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.Â
Jing Yuan maintains a steady pace as he leans forward to mouth at your chest. His heavy hand still keeps you steady from its position placed between your shoulder blades. The general places hot, open-mouthed kisses against your breast. He traces the outlines with intimate lips before subtly brushing over your nipple. The sensation causes your back to arch suddenly while desperately grinding down in his lap.Â
Another peck to the growing pebble and your hands immediately reach for his hair. Thick white strands are now woven between your fingers and all Jing Yuan can do is groan against your breast as you tug against his roots. The sound is deep and low, causing vibrations to shoot up your spine.Â
âPlease,â You quietly beg, breathing out the plea with soft breaths. Jing Yuan licks over your nipple before encasing it with his lips. The immediate wet sensation that follows has you moaning desperately. His hot tongue works wonders against your sensitive body, dutifully flicking until your thighs begin to shake.Â
Another hand snakes down between your legs as Jing Yuan places a thick thumb on your clit. He presses down before gently swirling a pattern of consistent circles that he knows will always do the trick. All it takes is a handful of seconds for the swollen bud to start reacting as your cunt tightens around him.Â
Power surges from his fingertips as he uses his entire body to please you. The defined general beneath you does not once shy away from helping you reach the peak of your potential.
âHow do you feel?â Jing Yuan asks as he forces himself to pull away from your chest. As he awaits your answer, he goes right back to your other breast. Each suction of his lips grows stronger than the last. âTell me,â
You struggle to find the words as his hard cock rubs against you just right, any sound that falls from your lips is in his name.Â
âSo good,â Youâre panting in his lap as you continue to grind down against him. âso close.â
âIs that so?"
That is what Jing Yuan wanted to hear, he always finishes his job with you.Â
Sampo
âYou really think you can take me?âÂ
All youâve ever wanted to do is knock the cocky smirk off of Sampoâs face and now, the chance is right in front of you.Â
âYes.â You confidently sneer as you glare up at the large man, buff and carved in all the right places. His height almost makes it difficult to keep your gaze locked with his own. âRight here, right now, in any way.âÂ
The innuendo makes his lips split into a grin, eyes lighting up in excitement at such a prospect. This is a deal to be made.Â
âNot in a fight?â He questions and one of his thick eyebrows raises up. Almost tauntingly, he tilts his head and your vision is nothing but a flash of deep blue strands.Â
âNot in a fight,â You breathe, almost sounding breathless due to the close proximity. The merchantâs pleased expression only grows as his large hands wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. His lips now ghost over your ear.Â
âThis way, my dear,â
With such a rare chance, you make sure to keep your word. By the end of this, the boisterous man will be fucked dumb by you and only you.Â
The satisfaction is on the tip of your tongue and you can see the pleasure now in Sampoâs lust-filled eyes.Â
Who knew all you had to do was wrap one of your hands across his strong neck and squeeze to get the big man to cry?
âOh, fuck me,â He pants, eyes squeezed tight at the new onset of pleasure washing over him. His hips thrust erratically up into you and had you not been so prepared, you think you could have fallen off of him. Eagerly, you roll your hips down and grind into his lap. With each squeeze around his throat, you match it as you press your thighs together. It sends the man reeling, heâs just as noisy and as loud as ever.Â
âLook at you getting fucked,â You coo while leaning over his chest. The merchant smiles at your voice, at your condescending tone as his large hands blindly reach for your chest. He groans at the feeling when he finally finds your pretty breasts against his palm.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â Sampo grins. âkiss me, I know you want to.â His own taunts donât work against you, no matter how badly you might want to give in.Â
âWhat have you done to deserve it?âÂ
âOh, god,â He whines, the gigantic man beneath you actually whines at the denial of a kiss. You wish you had a camera, you wish everyone could see how he actually is. The merchant, talented and smooth-tongued, is nothing but your own little toy. Desire licks at your lower belly as you brush your lips against his chin.Â
âCum and Iâll kiss you,âÂ
âKiss me and Iâll cum,â Even close to his orgasm, Sampo still finds a way to argue back with you.Â
âBeg for it and I might consider,â You have to hear it, you need to hear his pleas of desperation. Itâs a joke, really, because the second you hear them youâll give in to what you both want.Â
âKiss me, please, please fucking kiss me,â Sampoâs throaty whine is muffled by your mouth as he eagerly parts his lips to meet you in a messy kiss. Itâs perfectly, entirely too perfect because there is no one else you would do this with.Â
Welt
âAre you sure no one will find us?â Your fingers, which Welt desperately wishes were tangled in his hair, are currently pushing him away from your cunt. Itâs a mild distraction and does not steer him off track in the slightest but, Welt wants you to be at ease too. âMr. Yang?â
He nearly moans when you call out his name, itâs like a dream how his perverted fantasies have come to life. Getting to eat you out in the back of a train car has only happened in his wildest fantasies.Â
âNo one will bother us, I promise,â His cool voice convinces you effortlessly and, once again, your pretty thighs slide open for him. The older man wants to give you a warning before he begins, he wants to make sure that you donât interrupt him but he keeps to himself because the moment you push your panties to the side, any logical thought in his head is out the window.Â
Welt starts with one short lick, partially to test his own restraint and to tease you. The sweet flavor on his tongue, perfectly earthy, nearly makes the grown man groan. He canât stop after that one taste. Welt grips your thighs as his fingers dig into your skin, spreading you apart even further to wholeheartedly devour. One lick becomes two, followed by a third and each swipe of his tongue continues to grow heavier and heavier. He becomes utterly consumed with eating you out, nose now resting snuggly against your clit.Â
A mixture of your arousal and his drool is coating his chin but, the older man canât find it in himself to care. The neat and tidy Mr. Yang has fallen weak to you, this taste on his tongue is all he has ever wanted.Â
âPlease,â You quietly beg as your fingers tug on his hair, Welt moans at the sensation. He finally removes his tongue from inside your sweet cunt to focus on your clit. âMr. Yang, Welt-â His broad strokes have changed to short flicks, focusing the tip of the muscle to properly stimulate you. Over and over again, he plays with your clit until it becomes swollen and slick. Welt sucks and laps over the bud even as your thighs tighten around his head.Â
He couldnât stop now, nothing could get him to stop now, not when he has you so close.Â
âCome on,â He almost demands and at the brief insertion of his slim finger, perfectly curled to touch that spot shallowly within you, you come with a cry of his name. Welt continues to coax you through it, finger curling and pumping while he licks boldly at your clit to work you through the orgasm. He nearly whimpers while giving you a few more sucks, itâs more so for him than anything else. The sweetest taste on his tongue is a flavor he has desired ever since he met you, he desperately needs more. One orgasm is simply not enough.
âMr. Yang,â You whine and attempt to push him back again but Welt continues to eat you out, hands still tightly gripping your hips. Your high-pitched moans sound like music to his ears, he canât help the way he sucks and pops your pretty little clit in his mouth.Â
Welt truly cannot help himself, he finally has you and canât let you go just yet.Â
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TILL DAWN áŻâȘâĄ
Pairings | L&D!Sylus , L&D!Zayne x fem. reader
Genre | smut
Word Count | 6,014 đ„”
Warnings | â ïž MINORS DNI â ïž smut, smut SMUT, dom!Sylus , dom!Zayne, sub!reader, size difference, oral and vaginal sex, throuple! , poly, vaginal fingering, rough sex, soft sex, edging, pet names, use of evol, explicit sexual content! Enjoy! c;
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a/n ; oml I've had a looooooong hiatus uploading here đ I became a full time reader tbh with how hectic life has gotten since becoming a young adult. Rough transition oof but AAAAA Love & Deepspace is such a nice outlet, LOVE the fics going around so I decided to write one of my own.. hope ya like đ
I feel disgustingly desperate.
So much so, I can feel that ugly, tight, feeling claw at my chest.Â
Itâs another one of those nights where I try to initiate intimacy with my partners but they both shut me down.Â
Zayne has been holed up in one of Sylus' spare rooms as a home office since heâd gotten off of work almost three hours ago and Sylus had shown up only twenty minutes ago with Mephisto perched on his shoulder.
We were both in need of one another and in each otherâs embrace making out the entire time until now. . .
âSweetheart. . . Donât work yourself up, itâs late.â Sylus looks down at me, straddling his lap, with his hands rubbing my hips. I attempted to grind against him to earn that excuse.Â
For the fifth time this week.Â
Iâm so pathetic.
I move from his touch when one of his hands leave my waist to reach for my face. I use his chest to gently push myself up, swinging a bare leg from his side.Â
Before I could get far, Sylus snatches my wrist and hip, firmly pulling me back to straddle a single, tensed thigh. I look up at him a bit startled and his brows are pinched together, eyes burning red.Â
âSy-âÂ
âPathetic?â Iâm often careless when thinking loudly around him. His face shows that he seems almost offended that Iâd thought such a thing. It almost makes me accept whatever heâs gonna tell me but I become slightly upset that he's acting on my thoughts rather than my blatant expression of needing him.Â
âYes.â I straighten my back. âVery. I guess I shouldâve gotten the hint the third time, right? Instead here I am embarrassing myself for the fifth time.â I try to maintain fierce eye contact with Sylus but I feel my resolve slowly waning the more I think about their rejection lately.Â
Sylus gives me a confused look then slowly his face relaxes as he chuckles, rubbing my inner wrist with his thumb.Â
âHave I gotten my Kitten in heat?âÂ
âSylus, Iâm serious.âÂ
âOh, Iâm aware.â He fights back against my pulling with a strong hold and his eyes haze over as he looks down his nose at me. âEnough. Be still and talk with me-â
âI donât wanna talk!â My voice raises and Sylus grows stiff, the creek of a door in the distance making him huff.Â
Moments later, the steady shuffling of house slippers grows closer and Zayne walks into the open living room from the long hallway. Sylus has his back to him, only his silver head and broad shoulders visible with me facing Zayne.Â
âWhatâs going on?â He asks calmly as he stops short, only walking a few feet into the candle-lit room.Â
âI-â I begin to speak but Sylus cuts me off.
âAre you showing your face now?â His tone has annoyance behind it and I relax in his hold, caught off guard from him addressing Zayne in that tone.Â
âPerhaps.â Is all Zayne offers. Sylus scoffs and makes eye contact with me for his next response.Â
âY/N, sweetheart, tell him your grievances.â Iâm slightly confused as his eyes remain burning into mine until he moves closer to my neck.Â
âI-I..uh, Iâm upset, Zayne, because Iâve been trying to express my needs to you both but I feel itâs not welcomed.â The atmosphere feels thick, like it could be pierced with Zayneâs evol.Â
âWould you care to share why that is, Doctor?â Sylus sounds a bit playful now. His flickering emotions are almost as hard to grasp as Zayneâs.Â
âNo.âÂ
This clearly enrages Sylus. Heâs gentle but quick in his movements as he uses his evol to move me to the soft cushion of the sofa while in an instant heâs at Zayneâs side. I remain on my knees as I lean onto the cushion to watch them.Â
âFor how long will you keep this up?â Zayne lifts a hand to his neck and itâs such a sight to see him be this way. Heâs normally composed, at even levels with Sylus, but right now he seems almost.. bashful.
âItâs not purposeful.âÂ
âBullshit.âÂ
âIâve had three surgeries this week-â
âLook at me.â Sylus demands him. When Zayne is hesitant to, Sylus reaches out and grabs the manâs face to gently bring his hazel-green eyes to meet his. âAt least look at me if youâre gonna give me excuses.âÂ
I swear from here if I squint I can see blush dusting Zayneâs cheeks under the candles theyâre standing next to. I can see theyâre in some sort of silent/mental conversation and decide to make myself present again.
âGuys?âÂ
Zayne is the first to make a move and tuck his hands into his sweats as Sylusâ hand drops to Zayneâs waist instead.Â
âWhatâs going on? Did I.. do something?â At my question they give each other looks before theyâre both walking my way. I sit back onto my feet then transition to sitting correctly as they take a seat on either side of me, crowding my space with their scent.Â
âSylus and I. . We, uh-â Zayne stammers leaving me stunned at his behavior and from up close I can see that he is blushing.
âWe kissed.â Sylus says for him and I whip my head in his direction, eyes surely wide as heâs smirking around the rim of his glass of wine.
âYou- you- What?â I canât contain my shock and I almost feel wrong as Sylus cocks a perfectly arched brow at me.Â
âWhat? Donât tell me you underestimate my influence, Sweetheart.â He leans forward to place the glass on the table and Zayne chuckles so soft it almost sounds like a scoff.Â
âHeâs insufferable even in such vulnerable moments.â Zayne refers to the kiss presumably and I start to grow guilty. I had been so caught up in my own needs that I really hadnât noticed that something like that had happened.Â
âWow- well thatâs great! Thatâs a huge step for you guys, Iâm happy for you both.â I grasp their hands and Sylus squeezes mine while Zayne rubs his thumb across.Â
âTsk, donât think our conversation is over. You have to talk as well.â Sylus reminds me and a wave of guilt washes over me once again.
âIâm really sorry about that, Sy. I was just overreacting without knowing-âÂ
âNo, no. I heard your thoughts perfectly.âÂ
âWhat is it?â Zayne speaks up.
âKitten has been all pent up through your brooding. Normally your absence isnât an issue but your constant dodging had put me in a mood.â Sylus is sipping another half-full glass of wine.Â
âYou must be in relation to the recent attacks then. You upset the Wanderers nearby.â Zayneâs tone is almost scolding now.
âIâm sure. I also killed them all myself had I not?âÂ
I can barely focus through their banter as I stare at Sylusâ wine stained lips wishing he was leaving his kiss marks to stain my skin. Bite and suck his claim along with Zayneâs frosty touches leaving snowflakes and goosebumps in its wake.Â
âY/N?â Zayneâs voice brings me back and I blink up at Sylus whoâs smirking down at me with a haze in his eyes.Â
âYes?â Zayne moves closer and I feel his warmth at my back, his soft sweater brushing against the exposed skin my short, satin-lace slip wasnât covering.Â
âI was talking to you, did you not hear me?âÂ
âNo, sorry.âÂ
âAre you feeling alright?â Ever the caring man that he is, why canât he see through me like Sylus sometimes?Â
Zayneâs chilled hand comes up to rest on my forehead from behind me and I canât help but lean back into his touch. Sylus takes his time as he moves about, undoing two more buttons from his dress shirt after he sets his empty wine glass back down.Â
I watch as he wipes a bit of stray wine from his lips and with that same thumb he presses it to my lips. Once again rendering me to my spot in shock that quickly turns into relief.Â
Finally I can have them again.
I quickly latch onto his thumb and suck the rich flavor from his salted skin. He looks pleased and his eyes flick up behind me.
âShe doesnât seem fine. We drove her into heat.â Sylus is still teasing and Zayne humors him in playing along.Â
âMmm. I see. Thereâs several remedies for such a thing. . . Does our patient require an eval?â I press my thighs tighter together as Sylus continues to stare into my soul, his large hands slowly drawing circles along my thigh closest to him.Â
âY-Yes please, Dr. Zayne.â I moan softly as Zayneâs hand resting on my forehead travels into my hair and along my scalp a few times in a firm massage.Â
âComfort levels seem to be just fine. . .â His hand then trails down the back of my ear, along the side of my neck and my breath hitches as he brushes a sensitive spot. âHm, sensitivity is high.âÂ
I feel like prey in their gazes. Theyâre enjoying watching me squirm as they touch every bare part of me within their reach. Zayne is the first to lean into me and press a kiss to the area where my neck and shoulder meet, a bit of his tongue brushing against me.Â
âI apologize. I failed to communicate to you both how I was feeling and ended up having you both doubt yourselves in some way.â He sighs against my neck then rubs his nose with a deep inhale. âI care about you both, so much, it was never my intention to upset either of you.âÂ
The sincerity laced in his words hits me in other places than my heart with their combined touches. This is what I love most about our dynamic, that Zayne will always communicate but only bluntly and when necessary. Sylus is blessed with his hands, even smoother with his mouth. It shouldnât be such a surprise heâd gotten Zayne to open up, I was as closed off as he was.Â
Sylus is looking over my head at Zayne and thereâs a look in his eyes that contrasts the smirk adorning his lips. His lips. . .Â
His eyes flicker down to mine and his gaze completely changes. Almost like a predator finding its prey.Â
âThank you, Doctor. My unseen wounds are healed. There is however, something very urgent that needs care.â Zayne is able to rest his back against the soft plush of the wide sofa with me pressed against him as Sylus moves to hover above me.Â
âThat is?â
âA wounded Kitten.âÂ
Sylus presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, his free hand he isnât using to prop himself up has started to grip at the thick parts of my inner thigh. My body jerks into his hold as he swallows my soft noises, eventually licking his way into my mouth as his rough fingertips dance higher.
âYouâre so responsive, Y/N. I love the sounds you make. . .â Zayneâs voice is breathy in my ear as his own hands start to wander. While Sylus has made his way to my panties, right against my slit, Zayne grips my breast over the thin layer of clothing.Â
I break away from the kiss with a loud moan puffing from my chest, curling my toes from the intense sensitivity of my hardened nipples and Zayneâs icy touch.Â
âPlease. . .âÂ
âBegging already?â
âIâve been begging.â
âTsk, feisty kitty.â Sylus chuckles and presses a trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth down to my neck where he bites my soft spot. A whiny moan forces itself out of me as my eyes roll back, clenching around his two fingers that abruptly entered me at the same moment.Â
Zayne looks down, shook from the noise that came out of me and Sylus soothes the area with a lick and a kiss whilst looking at him proudly.Â
âSheâs a goner right now, sheâll be back as soon as she feels my tongue.â Sylus is nonchalant as Zayne whispers praises in my ear, lulling me deeper into a pleasured haze.Â
Two hard spasms around Sylusâ fingers then Iâm coming hard. My cum drips down his wrist and veiny arm as he slowly curls his fingers upwards, rubbing a soft patch against my walls.Â
âGood girl-â They both say at the same time, Zayne in a whisper while Sylus groans from the sight. They make brief eye contact before Sylus is diving down to my pussy, ripping another pair of panties in a haste.Â
His mouth latches onto my clit and my eyes shoot open, blinking through warm tears as my legs curl up to my chest. Mixtures of whines and moans tumble from my lips while Zayneâs hand found its way under my slip against my bare breast, just resting, with my nipple between two fingers while the other has my cheek cradled while he presses kisses to my temple.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Darling. You havenât squirmed once while getting cleaned up.â Zayne praises and I blush while biting back another moan. âCan I hear that pretty voice again, hm?âÂ
I look up at him with teary vision and heâs flushed, a bit of sweat making the tips of his hair damp. His eyes are full of awe and love. It makes me clamp around Sylusâ head which earns me a delicious groan against my clit.Â
âA-Ah! It feels so-oh good.â I can barely get words out as my throat has grown a bit scratchy. It seems to satisfy Zayne as he leans in and presses his nose right up under my ear with another deep inhale.Â
Moments later heâs pressing a cool, marble sized ice sphere to my lips and I part, humming in relief from the cool temperature and its quick melting that soothes my throat.Â
Sylus sits up from his feasting, using his handkerchief to wipe my slick from his chin. He tosses it onto the coffee table and starts to rip the rest of my panties off while Zayne gently sits me up to adjust his hard erection.Â
âHowever you like tonight Kitten, Iâve had my fill for now. Iâm fine to wait in our bedroom.â Sylusâ large hand takes up most of my tummy as he rubs warm circles.
âNo- I want both of you. Please. . .â A glint flashes in his crimson eyes.
âY/N, are you sure?â Zayne gently rakes his fingers along my scalp.Â
âPositive. Green, very green right now.â I see Sylus look over me at Zayne for a few seconds then he looks back at me.Â
âVery well. Bedroom. Now.â He plants one foot on the fluffy rug then hauls me up with one arm over his shoulder. I yelp at the sudden change in axis and he playfully spanks my bare ass.Â
Through my swaying hair I see Zayne following close behind as Sylus leads us to our shared bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot and slips out of his own house slippers near the entrance.Â
Zayne shuts us in the darkness then moments later our chamber is glowing in warm changing LEDs. I bounce on the bed a bit from Sylusâ gentle dismount then crawls backwards up towards the headboard.
âLet me-â
âWait.â Sylus stops Zayne from rushing to me with a firm grip around the manâs waist. Zayne grabs the very arm and looks at Sylus in question, finding an expression with vulnerability. âThis is our first time. All together. Iâll let you of course but, donât neglect me Doctor.âÂ
Zayne blushes from the neck up and his grip tightens around Sylusâ forearm, holding him there before pushing his arm away.Â
âIâm not your prey.âÂ
I make eye contact with him and heâs got a look in his eyes that doubles down on his words. He uses one hand to pull his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his detailed, toned body.Â
Heâs been having trouble sleeping since adjusting to staying here more often and Sylus had offered to help with intense workouts. Itâs starting to show at this moment as I notice his physique is almost as broad as Sylusâ.
Slender, long fingers slip into his waistband and rids himself of his sweats in quick and precise movements. He kicks them to the side then heâs crawling onto the thick comforter towards me.Â
I catch sight of his scars on his arm as he cages me in against the pillows in a plank and canât stop myself from pressing gentle kisses. He allows me for a few kisses before heâs grabbing my chin and turning my attention to him.
I know my eyes must be teary with all my pent up dopamine finally releasing. I feel so incredibly happy and safe when Iâm in their presence, I feel the urge to express it in the language I know best.Â
Catching him while heâs off guard, leaning in to kiss me, I quickly wrap my legs around his thick thighs and use all my strength to propel forward into the kiss. Iâm mindful to not headbutt him in the process while his body gives in and flips us successfully with me straddling him.Â
Zayneâs hands steady our rocking bodies with a firm grip on my ass, huffing soft moans and grunts into the kiss. I hear a whistle from behind and it makes me break away slowly, saliva still connecting us as the weight of Sylus joining us makes my hips grind right onto the tip of his dick.Â
âAh~!â I gasp, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled up. My need to please Zayne is just as strong. For some reason, seeing him blush like that earlier from Sylus had me slightly jealous that it seems he could get the man to soften in a way I hadnât before. I must hear his sweet sounds, for me.
âKitten is digging in her claws. Careful, she might swallow you whole.â Sylus taunts while reaching out, resting his large hand over Zayneâs right one on my ass.Â
The mix of their hot and cold touch has me reeling into Zayne, pressing sloppy aimed kisses to his lips that he doesnât seem to mind receiving, returning each one. I feel Sylus other hand start to creep towards my pussy again and it snaps me back.Â
âW-Wait.â I push myself up and look down to meet Zayneâs gaze. âI wanna taste you.â I donât mean my words to come out in a plea but it does and I feel his grip on me tighten as he nods his head once.
Sylus gives me enough room to move, Zayne resting in a comfortable half sitting position as I arch onto my knees. As Iâm nuzzling my face against his warm cock, a stinging pain shoots across my ass with a loud thwack!
âAh!âÂ
âDonât play with your food, Kitten. Be a good girl, and eat.â Sylusâ familiar tone of no-nonsense is back and I do as Iâm told, gladly.Â
Zayne helps me out of his briefs and I quickly toss them to the side, biting my lip as I take in all his glory. He reaches out and drags his thumb along my chin then pulls down, my lip slipping free of my teeth.Â
âI love when you do that. . . I always know youâre about to treat me better than I deserve.â His words are soft spoken with eye contact unwavering.Â
âMy favorite thing to do is give you everything you deserve.â I take his base in a gentle grip and guide his red, leaking tip to my lips to press a kiss. His breath hitches while he maintains eye contact with me and I begin to kitten lick as another reminding spank makes me wrap my lips around him and suck.Â
Zayneâs breathy moans fill the room, my gaze landing on him every now and then to see him watching me with a rosy face while he bites his fist. Iâm sure to take my hands away and brace myself against his thick thighs then soon transition to a deeper arch as I slide my arms beneath his bent legs to wrap around his waist. Like this heâs able to thrust deeper into my throat, his moans start to turn into borderline whining when my nose hits his pelvis. My eyes roll back from the slight airflow restriction as he pumps a few deep strokes before pulling me away with a fist full of my hair.Â
I feel my pussy leaking all over my thighs as Iâve been constantly twitching throughout. Zayneâs heated body is heaving as he takes in deep breaths, soothing my hair and puffy lips with his soft touches. I slip his thumb into my mouth and suck the salty taste from it, moaning for good measure.Â
âSuch a cock hungry Kitten. Always need a hole filled, hm?â Sylus is closer now, his warmth at my backside, while his hands reach out and slide up and down my bare sides from where my slip had ridden up.Â
âYes- Please Sy-â Another spank. âSir! Sorry, Sir. Mâso cock hungry I canât think straight.â Zayneâs grip tightens on my chin at my words and I smirk up at him, not too shocked heâd like that title as well.Â
When weâre intimate weâre mostly vanilla. He loves eating me out and leaving wet kisses all over before heâs satisfied enough to dick me down. Sylus loves to be the one in control, ensuring roles and rules that we both make and agree on so that when weâre in moments of passion we know each otherâs limits. Heâs keen on the title âSirâ these days after I convinced him to sit with me through studying while he was in his office cleaning off his guns. Iâd responded to a question with âYes Sirâ in a teasing tone that resulted in me bent over his desk, homework abandoned. âDonât think things are different just cause Zayneâs here, Sweetheart.â He takes two fingers and slides them through my wet lips, spreading and closing them to watch my slick drip out. With the same fingers he brings it to his cock heâd been freed long ago as he watched the show. His kitten giving the best head, almost envious of his partner. âGonna fuck you open and I want you to continue, yeah?â I know itâs not a question as I dig my fingers into Zayne's hips while pressing mine back at the feel of his tip lining up.
"Yes, Sir." I give Zayne a toothy smile, his eyes lidded while he still struggles with his arousal. Seeing how Sylus and I interact with each other is clearly a turn on. His tip is constantly twitching and oozing precum that I lick up eagerly then slide his whole dick back down my throat.
"Fuck!" Zayne grips my hair in a tight, messy ponytail as his hips jerk upwards and he starts to subtly thrust through my bobbing until eventually I let him take the lead guiding my head while I leak all over Sylus's tip that easily slides in thanks to his skilled tongue.
There's many scenarios I'd daydream about when it came to having both my boyfriends at once. One did go a little like this but nothing compares to the real thing. Every little touch has me gushing and eager for the next.
Sylus has entered a bruising pace, he's found a spot nestled deep inside that only he can reach with his thick tip. It's snagging a bit, applying a pressure that we both feel. His huffing and deep moans spur me on, sucking Zayne as a release that earns me a beautiful whiny moan. His face is a deep blush, sweat now completely formed and streaking down his sideburns.
I can see in his gaze he's fighting to stay in the moment, too taken with pleasure. I feel a swell in my chest close to my heart as I moan around him. "Y/N, a-ha. . ." He's panting, unable to communicate and I hum around him, making him whimper again before tugging on my scalp, a cool sensation starting to caress my scalp.
"Zayne." Sylus voice booms in the room and it makes Zayne eyes widen. His arm is coated in soft flurries down to his wrist connecting to my hair which has partially froze at the base of the makeshift ponytail.
I let out a whiny moan myself as he gently pulls me off his dick with my built up saliva dribbling down to his balls. I pout up at him, my pout deepening as Sylus' slowed thrust come to a halt buried against my cervix.
"Zaaayne~"
"Kitten." Sylus warns. When Sylus barely offers any words I know his eyes must be doing the talking. Zayne has gotten control of his breathing, his legs returning flat to the bed.
"He's right, my love. I need to always be in control, I should never hurt you. Not when I can bring you pleasure, which is what you deserve." Zayne's hand falls from my hair as the flurries start to retreat and dissipate. My stiff ponytail melts and drops, cascading around my shoulders and back to meet Sylus' hands resting there.
I hadn't noticed, until I caught glimpse through teary eyes of the flurries vanishing, what happened and why things stopped.
Zayne had lost control of his Evol?
Something about getting Zayne to that point surges another wave of arousal through me. I know he'd never hurt me, no matter the circumstance, and him coming close to freezing my head in place for his own pleasure should frighten me yet. . . it makes me proud.
"Tsk. Just as I said, sick Kitten." Sylus smirks down at where our bodies meet watching and feeling my constant clenching. He delivers another spank, kneading my rosy flesh as it starts to redden into a large handprint. "She liked that, mmph- maybe even loved it."
"This is your doing." Zayne directs his comment towards Sylus.
"Aht- There will be no kink shaming in my bed. I can very well show you who's doing it really is." His eyes cut down to me, reaching a hand out to grip the back of my hair and tug me up against his chest, pushing deeper into my leaking cunt.
"Syl- mmh!" Sylus grips my throat, cutting off my words and a bit of air flow.
"Seems I'll be able to show you rather than play games with you, Doctor. This bad Kitten just can't seem to remember her manners." He lets out an airy laugh, "Clenching me tighter than a fucking Boa. Easy." He grits out while releasing my throat for me to breathe properly, moving his hands to my breast instead. He's kneeling back with me sitting in his lap, arched against his hands, squirming impatiently.
"Fine, since you're so eager to. Ride.'' I lift my hips soon as the words leave his lips and slam back down in relief. Sylus loves when I ride him. He always has me face him, demanding "I need to see those pretty eyes when you come undone". He must be doing this for Zayne, putting on a show for him.
One that he seems to be enjoying. He has his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking up and down in slow, controlled wrist movements. He's using my drool as lube, squeezing when he gets to the tip to push out fresh precum.
Watching his lewd acts makes my hips speed up, hips rising higher towards Sylus' tip to slam back down. The silver haired man watches me in awe, toying with my nipples over the material as he huffs out soft moans.
"My lap is soaked, Darling. Ovulation must be here, hm?" Sylus leans forward to hug me close and lick a long stripe up my neck. I feel my belly burn with a familiar tightness as I clench harder, hips starting to slow as I reach my peak. "Tsk." Sylus takes control and slides his hands down to my waist, gripping firmly before absolutely pounding up into me.
"Ah! Yes- Yes, fuck, S-Sir feels s'good. . There!" Sylus hits a spot he's never struck before, a blinding pain shoots through me and my head snaps down on instinct, a few tears dropping onto a very prominent bulge. Sylus' mushroom tip pokes under my belly button with each thrust and pornographic moans fill the room from all three of us.
I catch sight of Zayne thrusting up into his fist, leaving just his tip in the tightest part of his grasp as ropes of cum shoot from his tip. It lands messily all over his hand, wrist, arm and abdomen. I clench around Sylus one last time before spasms hit as I come hard.
I squeal from Sylus' sudden deep thrust and bite to my neck as he too empties his load in my womb. Another thing he always does. Because of my job as a Hunter, I placed myself on birth control through Zayne but that doesn't affect Sylus' want/need of rounding my belly with his kids.
"Such a good fucking girl. . ." Sylus kisses his bite mark, proud of himself for leaving behind a reminder. "You squirted all over Zayne." Sylus chuckles as I look down with wide eyes to find Zayne covered in my juices, a thick string of it still connecting us. I look up to meet his eyes and he gives me a lazy smile.
"The most beautiful thing I've had the pleasure of being part of." Zayne speaks softly, his voice has an edge to it. His eyes trail down my body, stopping at where my slip falls to cover me when Sylus unwraps his arms from me. "Take it off."
Sylus wastes no time in my stead and I quickly raise my arms. He tosses it to the side and guides my arms back down, engulfing me into a self hug in his embrace. He breathes me in for a few seconds then he slowly unravels, pressing a kiss to my head before using my hips to gently remove me from his still erect dick.
"Come here, my little Snowflake." I can feel Sylus rubbing and gently pushing his cum back into me granting him soft moans. Once he's satisfied he gently nudges me forward and I nearly collapse onto Zayne but he's quick to catch me in a firm grip. "Aw, our sweet girl is tired?"
At the notion of not having Zayne inside of me I quickly shake my head, struggling a bit with shaky legs to crawl onto him. "No- No, please. I need you, Zay. Please-"
"Shh. There's no need to beg," Zayne's playful smile reaches his eyes as they crinkle in the corner and while staring into the comforting abyss of his irises I see his gaze slowly change as his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. "Let me take good care of you."
He flips us similarly as I had earlier, only he cradles my head while supporting my back. His lips are slow and persistent against mine, I can taste his words. I love you's, I need you's- "I adore you so much, Y/N. This, with you both, means so much." He acknowledges Sylus, who is cleaned with a black towel resting across his waist as he sits against the headboard next to us.
His eyes are soft as he trails his fingertips along my scalp, inching his way down to brush them against Zayne's. While busy lining himself up, he slips his hand into Sylus' as he sinks inside.
"Hah~" His breath is warm against my open lips, soft moans sending him into a steady, needy pace. "Wanna fill you, my heart." His other hand struggles to find a spot to grip onto, over taken by my wet walls. I help him by guiding it to my breast, knowing that he loves to toy with them. Zayne catches on right away, placing a brisk kiss to my lips then trailing down to my neck. He nudges his nose near Sylus' marks then I feel his cold, wet tongue licking the area in prep for his own.
My entire body buzzes from their lustful craze. Both men are extraordinary when it comes to stamina in the bed and having to take them both tonight makes my pulse quicken, pussy clench, and toes curl. I want nothing more than to be completely theirs, forever and always.
"Y/N baby, I gotta move. Relax for me." Zayne's soft chuckle snaps me out of my haze and I blush, embarrassed from disassociating at a moment like now.
"I'm sorry-"
"Shh. . . Never be sorry for that, sweet girl. It's just- I need to release urgently."
I nod, willing myself to relax with a deep controlled breath and slowly I feel my walls loosen and Zayne twitches, grunting as his hips stutters forward, releasing a bit of precum. He presses a kiss to my temple then eases up into a kneeling position. I feel his thick cock slip deeper to my cervix sending a tingle up my spine.
Zayne is gentle and firm with gripping under my knees to push my legs back and onto his shoulders. He continues to rest inside while he leans into my left calf, pressing soft kisses and nibbles. When he hears my hitched breath and soft moans his hips start in slow, deep rolls.
My hands fly outwards to grip onto anything and my right lands on pining my right thigh to my chest while the other brushes Sylus' erect dick. He hisses and catches my wrist before I could do any damage, turning it to rub circles into my wrist with his thumb.
"Don't lose your mind just yet, Kitten." I know very well he's telling me to reserve energy for another round and with how deprived I've been I don't mind if they break me tonight.
I ease my wrist from his grasp and he allows me as I trail towards the black towel, flicking it with my fingertips to reveal him. He's warm in my palm as I struggle to grip him fully thanks to his girth. His touch to my scalp returns and anytime I grip him his fingers tugs deliciously. I try my best to keep with Zayne's thrust that have sped up, he's moved to my feet now, pressing kisses to my in-step arch.
"Fuck! Yes! There, please- Zayne!" I feel my stomach coil as quickly as it snaps, sending me into a quick intense orgasm. Sylus moves quick to kneel beside me, my hand slipping, as I watch him lean forward and grab the back of Zayne's neck. My eyes widen as he leads the flushed man towards him into a clashing kiss. For a moment they're still then Sylus leads the kiss, playing dirty tricks against Zayne to get him to open his mouth and lick into it.
I take Zayne's bruising thrusts and tight grip at my hip, feeling him swell and pump three hard times deep into my womb before spilling his seed. I feel warm, fuzzy and stuffed with cum. I whimper as he continues to rock into me with his soft hair brushing against my clit. Sylus' hand on his throat pushes him back from the kiss and Zayne's head droops as he sucks in air.
"Pull out." He listens and rests his hand on my tummy as he slowly pulls out trying not to bring his cum with him.
"Good-"
"Don't. Finish that." Zayne groans, gently pushing at Sylus' chest. He chuckles deeply, canines flashing as he leans in and steals a kiss from Zayne's cheek.
"Only if you promise to be just that."
And he does. They quickly understand each other as they work around my body for the rest of the night till Dawn.
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WV Libraries Are Under Attack: How to Help
News came out yesterday that West Virginia House passed House Bill 4654. This would remove âbona fide schools, public libraries, and museums from the list of exemptions from criminal liability relating to distribution and display to a minor of obscene matter. âŠâ
Potentially criminalizing librarians is bad, and itâs straight out of the fascist playbook. âOpponents of the bill said that while the bill does not ban books, the bill would have unintended consequences for public and school libraries, resulting in increases in challenges to even classic books and attempts to criminally charge librarians over books not pornographic in nature, but books that include descriptions of sex. They also said it could result in improper criminal charges against library staff,â Steven Allen Adams writes.
So, the question is: now what? What do we do? Where do we go from here?
If you live in West Virginia, call you state senate reps. You can find them listed here.
Itâs okay to keep your message short:
âHi, Iâm [full name] calling from [ZIP code], and Iâm a constituent of [Senator Name]. I am calling to voice my opposition to Bill 4654, because this is a dangerous step toward book banning. It could potentially harm librarians and libraries, which is incredibly wrong. Do not back this dangerous bill.
You can also ask how many people have called to voice their opposition to this bill. This may annoy the person on the phone, but they technically have to answer you. They may be evasive anyway. But you can either give them your contact information and tell them youâd like a call back or you can call back again later and ask for the tally.
The thing is, people rarely call in. A handful of calls is considered a lot, and the best thing you can do right now is make yourself a nuisance. Good trouble, etc.
Only call if you live in West Virginia, because they do not count calls from those outside their constituency. I am obviously not an expert, but if you have additional questions, ask them and Iâll try to help. I learned way more about how politics work during the last presidency than I thought humanly possible.
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day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]
àż synopsis âą sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.
â⊠nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [âis all I guess?] âą 1.8k âą the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]
âfuck brat!â a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. âlook at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.âÂ
he doesnât wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what heâs saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek.Â
he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen.Â
âitâs-â you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks shouldâve ripped you apart if he wasnât this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.
âis it too much?â mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.
âsuku â aghh!â a slap on the ass, âmy king! oh, itâs - itâs too much! I canât - I canât -!âÂ
he only laughs at your poor attempts, âyou canât?â he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.
âbe grateful that I fuck you whore,â his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. âthere are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?âÂ
his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly â too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesnât care at all â why he should anyway? youâre just one of his concubines â maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection â unlike he does for others â doesnât mean anything; youâre just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him â lots of heirs.
âpuff ââ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up â a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth â salvia running out of it, âdisgusting,â he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.
his cocksâ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen âcause it is too fucking much.
shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeveâs side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.
why he does that â why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.
he doesnât think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.
holding your thighs apart, his fingers â two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. âdo not fucking dare to move now, woman.â he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.
you donât say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though â and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.
being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor â gently yet it feels terrifying.
you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them â what a fool youâre to try searching.
no, no â you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high â he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if youâre his queen, youâre so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.
âI will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you wonât be able to even walk, pretty slut,â a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more â or maybe even more â time. âI will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. donât you worry whore,â
the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile â entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you â hands conquers every part of your body because youâre his â the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. âyouâre entirely mine now. mine to have â fuccck! â mine to fuck! and mine to breed.â
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â â HIT DIFFERENT .â
ËÊâĄÉË CONSPECTUS ; your beloved atsumu wants to try something new.
ËÊâĄÉË TAGS ; smut , fem!reader , pwp , full nelson , âtsumieâs filthy mouth , like seriously he cannot sthu , creampie , breeding if you squint , praise , mirror sex , lotsa cum dude idk what to tell ya , implied cunnilingus/cum eating + overstim , etc !
ËÊâĄÉË SLATERâS MEMORANDUM ; my haikyuu hyperfix returns in full swing . were SO back ⊠and so am i !! had to write my glorious king atsumu for a self indulgent return fic heehee ..
wc ; 1.2k
âFeels good, donât it, baby?â
            A soft, mocking chuckle sounds from the large man behind you, gazing into your eyes glossy from overstimulation through the floor length mirror before the both of you. Broken cries of Atsumuâs name fall from your lips like a mantra, watching as his fat cock descends into your compact, wet folds in the position he pleaded to put you in upon returning home from another grueling day of practice. Strong, muscular arms force you bounce on his shaft, the noise of your ass ricocheting off his pelvis wadding the otherwise empty bedroom. You mewl in response to the faux blondeâs words, to which he hums in content.Â
â Look at that, babe. See me fillinâ ya nice nâ well, dontâcha?â he snickered, peeking from behind your shoulder to examine his slick-coated shaft vanish into the confines of your vagina with every thrust in tandem with his ministrations with a long whistle, âGod, I gotta fuck ya like this more often, sweets. Yer drippinâ all over me; all pretty nâ soaked for this dick. âs okay, hun. âm gonna give it to ya just like ya want me to.â
            Wanton moans emit from your throat, drenched walls fluttering around Atsumuâs shaft from the obscenity of his words. The absentminded gesture earned a deep, whorish groan of your name from the man behind you, subsequently raising you farther up his shaft only to slam you down and stuff your battered cunt full, knocking the air straight out of your lungs.
ââTsumie, âs too much,â you whimper out, gaze fixated on the semi-prominent bulge in your abdomen, âdonâ think I canât take much more..âÂ
            ââCourse ya can. Trained this pussy jusâ for the occasionâ Damn, yer cunt grips me so fuckinâ nicelyâŠâ he chokes out, a sloven moan following his filthy words from a particularly tight squeeze of your velvety walls, ââm not goinâ nowhere, baby. Dickâs all yours, so loosen up fâme, âkay?â
The synthetic blondeâs arm loosens its hold underneath your legs to bring a thick, calloused digit to your clit, kneading gentle figure eights on the sensitive bud of flesh in an attempt to diminish your tense figure further. You toss your head back onto the setterâs large, toned chest, shakily exhaling as your umpteeth orgasm formulates in the pits of your abdomen. Staring at him through the fine glass of the full body mirror, you mindlessly babble out praise and pleas. ââTsum-âTsum, wanna cum sâbadâ lemme cum, honey, pretty please?â
            âFuck, yer gonna make me milk this pussy dry, sweetheart,â Atsumu mumbles, bringing his hand back behind your head and hoisting your leg up before resuming to jounce you on his throbbing erection. The setterâs noisy, whorish moans impossibly increase in volume once heâs finally able to slip inside of you with ease, his pace accelerating to chase his upcoming high, âbut thatâs fine. Donât even worry âbout it, babe. âTsumuâs gonna make this tight, sloppy lilâ cunt nice nâ creamy by the end of the night, yeah? Yeah; sheâs droolinâ all over me just thinkinâ âbout it. Yer so greedy for me, baby. So greedy for this cock.â
ââTsumu,â you cry out, mind reeling with pleasure due to the sudden change of the artificial blondeâs pace. Nonsensical babbles stumble out of your mouth like a ridiculous tongue twister, each whimper punctuated with a wet squelch sourced from where your bodies connect. Atsumu chokes on a guttural moan due to the pleasurable squeeze, hips stuttering as his haste induced pace gradually falters.Â
            âI know, baby, I know. Tell me all âbout how âm demolishing that pretty cuntâFuck, âs too good, sweetie, gonna cum all up in this mess of a pussy. Bet yaâd like that, wouldnât ya, doll?â the faux blonde rambled, gratuitously fucking himsef into your sopping wet core and chasing after his own high. ââs that what ya want, baby? Want âTsum-âTsum to cum deep in yer guts? Knock ya up and make ya a mommy?â
âPlease, âTsumu, need your cum, wanna keep it all inside,â you sputter, eyes darting to the back of your skull once the knot in your stomach finally snaps and spills warm, sticky semen over Atsumuâs shaft, coating him in your essence for the nth time that evening. The blondeâs eyes light up with glee at the slim sight of a milky white mess seeping from your stretched-out cunt. A giddy giggle, similar to an overjoyed young boy, sounds from the man behind you prior to another of his seemingly endless rambles.
            âThere ya go, sweetie. Thatâs my good lilâ girl,â Atsumu praises, thrusts growing sloven by the second, âride it out. Ride it right the fuck out, baby â âm so close, hun. Gotta cum all up in this pussy, babe, need it so fuckinâ badly⊠Gonna take every last drop like a good girl, ainât ya? âCourse ya will, âcause no one will ever fuck this sloppy cunt like I do. I fuck ya so good yâcanât even cum by yerself no more, donât I, honey? Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
Tepid, gooey semen shoots inside of your core as Atsumu bottoms out, keeping you down and spectating the mixture of semen and slick seep and spurt down his cock with stars in his eyes. Heâs always been absurdly fascinated with climaxing inside of you; yet something different â something primal lay within the bleach blondeâs spirit upon pipping you full in such a salacious manner. He wanted more of you. He craved more of you.
            âAtta girl,â Atsumu cooed, delicately lowering your legs from his firm hold and planting soft kisses along the back of your neck, soon trailing them down your shoulder with a lazy smile. âya always take me sâwell. Yer too good to me, sweets.â
Strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, raising you off the setterâs shaft and comfortably lying you down against your shared bed. Atsumuâs lips wander over your bare form, kissing over each nook and cranny he could possibly reach. Just for a moment, you feel a sense of tranquility â the sweet, comforting sensation of Atsumuâs body against your own enveloping you into a peaceful state of rest⊠At least thatâs what you assumed would happen.
            A gentle kiss presses against your swollen clit, earning the professional setter a hushed, airy whine. Atsumu idly traces circles on your hips to soothe you, eyes gazing into your own with admiration. Through your daze, you couldâve sworn there were hearts swimming in his amber irises. He couldnât get enough of you; and quite frankly, Atsumu wasnât sure if there was a point where he could.
ââm sorry, sweetheart. I know itâs too much for ya,â he mumbles into your core, lapping up the mess he created in tiny, merciful kitten licks, âbut my ma raised me to clean up all of my messes.â
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I just need you to know this story has had me in a chokehold and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it. This is gonna be a weird smutty slow burn, so still smut every post but full p in v sex will be a reward you have to work for?
âąHumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall
Part 1 - Pretty in RedsmutđŠ Part 2 - Liar smutđŠ Part 3 - A TragedysmutđŠ Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smutđŠ Part 7 - Recognition smutđŠ Part 8 - Trust sexual đ„” Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie
A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fanâ by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.
ăwarnings/tags: HumanAlastor x FemaleReader, implied attempt to SA, fingering, plot with porn?, Multi part work, bad kind of choking, blood kink, blood licking, just in general blood, Non-Sex repulsed Ace Spectrum Alastor, stalking, murder obvs, finger sucking, smoking kinda kills if you squint, Public sex acts, garter belt, You have a stage name but no one important uses it, Greed, Lust, Human Alastor is a little different than Demon Alastor. ă
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Part 1 Pretty in Red
The marriage between burlesque and jazz wasnât unexpected. Before the Great Depression took the nation into a stranglehold, both Jazz and Burlesque were immoral wastes of time only the most barbaric sought out.
And oh, did you love it. Everyone who was made to feel like nobody flocked to your theater and the surrounding neighborhood. Men, women, the people who didnât agree with either. The biblically inclined, those closer to sodom, the sapphic dolls. Everyone was equal in the halls of jazz rooms and theatres where burlesquers were welcome.
Because of the inclusive nature of such places, you often saw familiar faces. It wouldnât be unusual for someone from Thursday night to be seen Saturday at a different locale.
That presented certain opportunities and challenges. When you found a good mark, it was easy to be wherever he was and play it off as fate and common interests.
And when you gained a new stalker, someone wanting a personal show, it could be hard to tell until it was too late.Â
Maybe it was your greed, or just your love of attention, but you found yourself focused almost entirely on a particularly well dressed man one evening. Youâd seen him around before. Clean cut, sharp suit, a welcoming smile always on display. He looked like he had money, the most attractive quality of any man you could meet.
So focused on his gleaming stare from the side booths you hadnât noticed the man at the stage front tables. You barely noticed him the night before, or the night before that, either. Because Smiles, as you took to calling the handsome stranger in the back, had been here three nights now too.
You really put on a show. Shimmying your hips, ostrich feathers following suit with every move. Your brassiere was heavy with shining rhinestones, panties of silk and lace. Your set was almost done, all that was left was to remove your top and slink away behind the curtains to hollers and whistles. Back turned, you unhooked the painful bra and let it fall to the stage with a clunk. Foot in front of foot, you stalked the stage length. With your hand hidden from view you took the feathered fan from the stagehand behind the curtain. As the music crescendoed you turned, fan unfurling just in time to hide yourself.
Groans, mass begging from the audience. Your stage name a chant now, a prayer. âAutumn! Come on!â
As the band slowed, music dying to mark the end of your number, you scanned the crowd. Eyes blinking coyly, you mouthed, âMore? Did you want more?â
People were jumping to their feet, not Smiles but that was fine, you were focused now on the adoration of the crowd. The music ended, a second of silence.Â
You winked, the drums hitting one last beat as you let the fan close.
Fanfare! Men whistling, women clapping. Someone shouted a marriage proposal. You took a bow, twirled on the balls of your feet and slipped gracefully behind the curtains.
Your hands wound to your spine, rubbing blood flow back into your skin as the staff removed your headdress. Someone slipped your robe over you and you nodded a thanks, aching feet carrying you to the dressing room. It was chaos, as usual. Women buzzing around, tits and ass here and there. You smiled. You happened to enjoy this part of the job. Soft bodies in shiny costumes, lovely smells and sweet voices. If you could get dressed quickly enough, you could still take a tour of the room and slide into Smilesâ booth.Â
âEnjoy the show?â Youâd ask. Heâd lean in, maybe blush, âAlways when youâre here.â Or something like that. Youâd cozy up to him, flag down a waiter for something strong and pricey, and get him properly drunk. Heâd wake up outside, fine and dandy except his missing cash.Â
Youâll call him a drunkard if he confronts you, accuse him of getting himself robbed after you refused his advances. Youâll say it too loudly, and heâll run off.Â
You danced a little in your seat, another game of cat and mouse about to commence. But first, a smoke.
Unbeknownst to you, the well dressed man hadnât come to see you. He preferred your singing shows at the little dive bar two blocks over. No, he had come for the man at the front table. For weeks now, he had watched him harassing the ladies of the few joints in New Orleans that werenât regularly hounded by police. Your smiley mark even heard stories of unsavory acts, many women leaving the dance scene entirely after.
He didnât care for it. He didnât care for him. So he took to his hunt, following the man to come to his own conclusions. The pattern of behavior was obvious, and though he hadnât seen what ended the last obsession, it was clear one of the performers at this club was being stalked as the next victim.Â
He watched your dance with half lidded eyes, just as much as he watched the man give dirty looks to the other men cheering. Heard the, âMarry me!â shouted at you.
Yes, it was obvious to him now.Â
So when the target of his interest got up and pushed his way into a staff only door, well, the well dressed man was sure to follow.Â
The great thing about confidence and a nicely tailored suit is that no one questions you about why you are where you are. So while the brute he tailed had to shove past people to get wherever he was going, people smiled and made room for the gentleman who was not far behind.
He caught the street access door before it closed, allowing it to stay open just a sliver. Enough for one golden brown eye to watch the events unfold.
âCan I have a light?â The stranger asked you. You looked at him, then to the staff only entrance he just came out of.Â
âI donât think I know youâŠ.,â you handed him the lighter but he instead leaned into you, cigarette hanging from his lips. âYou⊠new?â
You sparked the flint with a practiced thumb, taking three tries to get it lit, and put your hand out. The man didnât budge, eyebrows rising, âYou really donât recognize me?â He asked, motioning with his hand to come closer. Your eyes glanced down the alley, cars slowly moving past the street. When you looked back, the man took your wrist in his hand. He held you so tightly that the muscles in your palm locked and you dropped the lighter.Â
âWhat the fu-,â his hand came across your face, halting your sentence.
âIâm your best customer. Every show. Iâm the one who brings flowers.â
Dozens of men bring flowers, especially on the weekend shows. You held your cheek, skin burning. Your hand pulled back, the corner of your lip bleeding from his rings. Scrambling, your mind was searching for the right words.
With a forced smiled, your shaky voice finally piped up, âOh! Yeah! Oh geez. I am so sorry, doll. Iâm just so tired, and the alley is so dark. Here, letâs go inside so I can get a better look at you.â You tried to take your wrist from him but he didnât loosen up.
âNah, you ainât tricking me. You owe me.â He pulled you into him, large hand gripping your face with ease, âYou canât lead on men like this and think you donât gotta answer for it.â He kissed you, forcing your face into his. âBitch! Did you fucking bite me?â He threw you into the tin trash cans beside the wall, knocking the wind out of you.Â
No purse, no sharp object, not even a heeled shoe to defend yourself with. You cursed, so preoccupied with Smiles you forgot your wits.
You spit out the copper saliva, his blood and yours. âIâll keep biting, too.âÂ
Why scream? The sounds of the next act were bouncing off the brick walls. Upbeat jazz and applause echoing around you. No one would hear you. Men can break your body but you never had to give them your dignity. Never give them the satisfaction of a response.
No. No screaming. You instead spent your energy trying to get to your feet. He took hold of your neck now, throttling you. It wasnât what you had expected, but as he lifted you off the ground and your little dressing room slippers fell off, you thought this was actually better.Â
âWell I think thatâs quite enough.â
You felt warmth, then registered wetness. Your shin scraped on the asphalt as you were dropped without warning. Trying to open your eyes, you found you couldnât see. Wiping and blinking away the foreign liquid, you watched your attacker fall to his knees.
Blood was shooting from between his fingers around his own neck, each pulse becoming weaker and weaker, evident through the stream.
When he finally fell over, drained, you were startled to see another man with you. The light reflected off his glasses as he adjusted them, the knife still in his right hand as he did so.Â
âMy, my. What a mess heâs made.â The man smiled down at you, offering a hand. When you didnât immediately react, he cocked his head to the left, âIs that anyway to treat your rescuer?â
Is that was this was? A rescue? You took his hand with both of yours, pulling yourself up.Â
Smiles? You blinked away the shock, time to shift into your next part. Damsel. You werenât out the woods yet.
âYou saved my life!â As you pressed yourself into his chest, you tucked your head beneath his chin. You tried to make yourself small. âI owe you! Please letâs go inside, drinks on me!â You looked up, batting your lashes.
âI donât think thatâs wise, dear.â His gaze panned down your dress, soaked through. He could see the thinking behind your eyes.
âNo, rightâŠ.,â You gripped his vest, âWe gotta get outta here, fast. Thereâs a hotel just behind the threatre.â You started to pull his suit jacket off, slipping it over yourself. âNo cops, the theatre will get raided. Justâ take me somewhere safe?â
You watched him look you over, arm finally extending to let you hook yours with his.Â
As soon as the hotel door closed behind you, you slipped off his jacket and ran to the dressing table mirror.Â
Your face was painted red, navy dress now black and sticky. It was good you stayed from view of the reception staff. âI didnât get my rescuerâs name,â you licked your thumb and rubbed at the blood around your cheeks.Â
âAlastor. Itâs a pleasure.â
You laughed, âIs that what you call a pleasure?â Turning, you pulled the mostly still dry handkerchief from your pocket and dabbed the corner on your tongue. You brought it up to the frame of his glasses and wiped the blood from the metal. âIâd hate to see what you call a bad time.â
Your hand slowed, noticing the way he was looking at you. Typically menâs pupils were blown when they fell on you, but his were constricted. They flitted around your face. His hand took hold of yours, fingers separating the thumb from the handkerchief. He pulled the little square of yellow fabric free with his other hand, allowing him to hold your thumb now by itself.
His lips opened, tongue licking the blood stained finger before placing it directly into his mouth.
Your stared, horrified, as he sucked the digit clean.Â
His eyes fluttered close, finger popping out of his mouth with a debauched sound. You made no attempt to take back your hand. The realization you may have hopped out of the frying pan and into the fire set in.
âYou are a funny one, arenât you?â You tried to sound as in control as possible. Calm. Unwavered. Offered a timid smile.Â
He chuckled, âYou could say that. May I?â His fingers lifted your chin. You didnât know what he was asking. His soft smile looked downright loving. He smelled so good, notes of something earthy rising above the copper.
You nodded, because part of you wanted to see where it would go. And part of you thought you didnât have a choice.
As his face came to yours, you instinctually closed your eyes expecting a kiss. But no, instead you felt his tongue wipe across the cut at the corner of your mouth. His breath blanketed your cheek. Then his hand left your chin, the warmth of his body gone entirely.Â
You opened your eyes to see him at the door, slipping back into his jacket, âIâll pay for the night.â He tipped his head to you and exited the room back first, eyes locked with yours until the door closed.
You just stood there in the silence left behind. But as if on cue, the adrenaline waned and your knees buckled under you. You were moments from death, now somehow spared. But what had heâ Alastor, been doing there? Did he follow you, too? The cat and mouse had been flipped, or perhaps now this was a fox and hound?
Gripping the dressing table, you pulled yourself up and into the view of the mirror again. Face streaked in dried blood save for the one clean spot where your lips met cheek.Â
You felt like a ghost the next day. It would be nice to tell someone about what happened but, âHey a man tried to kill me and then another man killed him! Then he licked blood off my face and I let him. It was the most disturbingly erotic thing to happen to me in months!â would get you tossed into a wagon.Â
âAre you rude or just stupid?â The theatre manager pulled you aside by the arm when you came into rehearsal. âYou canât just disappear like that, people were waiting.â
Your eyes narrowed, âWas⊠my absence really the most exciting part of the evening? Not the John in the gutter?â
He huffed, âSo thatâs it? Got a beau?â
âWaitâ nothing else happened last night? After I left?âÂ
âThis show doesnât revolve around you. Plenty happened.â
âExcuse me,â you hurried into the back, âAnd sorry!â
You opened the street access door and looked into the alley. Trash cans neat and tidy, no dead man, nothing strange or telltale.
You ducked back inside. Had Smiles done this? Obviously, actually. No stranger just cleaned up the dead body. If the flatfeet had found him, the club would have been under scrutiny.
Good, you thought, and went about your work.
Rehearsal dragged on. Little details summoning you back to the night before.Â
âYou okay?â Another performer asked, grabbing your hand and inspecting the blood around your cuticles.
âOh itâs not mine!â You laughed, she laughed, you walked off before she could clarify.
When applying your makeup, you remembered his hands on your face. They were so soft. Definitely a man of means. A brief intrusive thought, the other hands on your face last night.
You pranced on stage, going through the motions of your routine. Even in the empty hall, your eyes wandered to the booth heâd been in. And as you took the stage in earnest later that night you searched the crowd for the glint of his glasses and found nothing shiny nor promising.
Back in the dressing room you took a moment to wonder what the actual fuck you weâre doing. He murdered a man in front of you, why were you hoping to see him again? He had half a mind to kill you next.
But would that really be so bad? Your life was routine, boring even. The only thing keeping your lungs expanding was the applause. Maybe the headlines of your death would cause such an uproar, dancer struck down in her prime, that you could bask in the loving glow all the way from hell.
One way to remain famous, you considered. A dramatic death.
Not that you were famous. You werenât part of the national circuits. Just your local theatres, a common face and body to the sinners of Louisianaâs most infamous city. But, well, fame is relative. For the scene you were in, you were your own little star.Â
A shining light. Shimmering. The faint light reflecting offâ Blood. For a second you could only remember looking through bloodied, heavy lashes.Â
âYouâve been so out of it. Trouble in paradise?â Ruth, the curviest of your coworkers and arguably the favorite of the crew, rested her chin on your head. Looking at each other in the mirror, you offered a soft smile.
âIâll letcha know when I get there.â
She pinched your cheek, âTommy said you had a new guy. I just figured-,â
âThat isnât,â you clenched your eyes shut, âno, no guy. I just got locked out last night in the alley. The sticky-,â sticky and viscous blood, âback door wouldnât open up. I didnât want to come in the front in my slippers so I just hoofed it home.âÂ
She patted your head, âif you say so! Be careful out there though. Dangerous these days.âÂ
An understatement.
You enjoyed the spotlight, but more than that you craved the attention doted on you after. Youâd walk through the hall to the bar to adoring looks and free drinks. It bothered you that Tommy was telling the girls you had a man. You didnât want to appear too closed off, or for word to spread to the customers.Â
Last thing you needed was men passing you by for more available options. Not that the pay wasnât fine. Ends were being met, but grifting added an element of thrill. You really did love the chase. Finding someone and deciding he would be yours, he would fall under your spell and be at your feminine mercy. It made you feel powerful, almost mythical. And the money was nice. Sometimes you didnât even need to steal, the men would just lavish you in gifts and youâd let it fizzle out naturally. Normally their wives would snatch them back or theyâd just get tired of waiting for you to leave the stage and dance into their domestic dreams. A housewife? An adopted mother to a grown man during the day, a hungry nymph at night? For what, an allowance and a home you didnât own? Pass. Whereâs that handsome man with his knife? That was a much better steel to fall onto than what these men offered from their laps.
From your view at the bar you knew he wasnât there. But with a nod you decided the chase was still on. You were going to get your victory. If anything, this would be easier. You had dirt on him. Blackmail would be simple enough. Bloody clothes and the perfect alibi; being a woman. No cop would think you took down that hulking man.Â
Ah, right. There was no body.
That would be an issue. He had to have taken it somewhere. Just find him and follow. Worst case scenario, you play the usual game and steal whatever cash was in his wallet.
Well, worst case you die.Â
You slept sitting up to keep your hair set, during the day your makeup barely was there but a red lip always the star. You had three nice dresses (well, you had had four) so you figured three nights to find him before moving on.
You slinked through the crowds of the hot and sweaty dance club Moxie. Swinging music kept bodies moving, and though you kept your eyes open you didnât catch sight of this Alastor fellow. Which was fine! You enjoyed a few dances, swing always making you feel energized. Not a waste of a Friday night.
Saturday was easy, the lounge on fifth. Smooth jazz, plush chairs, rich men. Definitely a place you could imagine Smiles to frequent. The whisky was all top shelf, and many gentlemen offered you a lap to sit. Sure, no Alastor, but you didnât go home empty handed.
You werenât a particularly great singer, but if the room was small enough and the piano loud enough, you could please a crowd. Your friend had you on a semi-set schedule most Sundays at her little dive too many blocks from Main Street. Her darling played piano, you sat and sang to the couple dozen patrons stuffed into the one room bar. When you finished your set, you took your bows and looked for your friend. You needed to tell her you wouldnât be staying.Â
Your polite nods and gracious thank yous were abruptly ended by a tap on your shoulder, âYou dropped this, miss.â You did a mental check of your purse before turning around.
âOh, a sight for sore eyes. Mr. Alastor.â Your face lit up, you could see it in his glasses.
âYouâre too kind. Here, I apologize for the delay. I wanted to return them clean.â In his hand was your yellow handkerchief, folded neatly. You took it and found it uncharacteristically heavy.Â
When you unfurled it, your brass lighter fell into your waiting palm. Your thumb caressed the engraving.Â
Alastor watched your face as the lighter tumbled out. âI figured it was important, given the condition and detailing.â
You tested the weight in your hand, âDid you fill it?â You looked to him incredulously. He nodded.
It was a surprisingly kind act, and you needed a second to regain your composure. âI donât know how to thank you.â Your quick wit failed for a moment, but rebounded fast. âExcept with a drink. My treat. To my rescuer.â
He mulled the idea, your reaction to him was interesting. Alastor had thought if he approached you first youâd show a little more fear, or shock. But you looked downright chipper to see him there.Â
âUnfortunately I donât have much time tonight. I had just wanted to return your items.â
Your smile dropped. How did he know you were here? Had he been carryingâ no, he said he had them cleaned. Had he seen you here before, before the incident? A chuckle, smile brought back, âMy luck is terrible. You always flee me. I hope you donât see my company as deadweight.â
Alastorâs smile twitched, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses, âNot at all! I think youâd find Iâm quite comfortable with-.â
âLugging people around?â You said. That constricted pupil again, eyes wild. A chill ran down your spine. Alarms were going off. Wrong answer. You straightened your back, popping the items into your purse, âNext time.â
Alastor nodded, âYes. Next time, then.â
You fucked it up. You knew you had, but suddenly his words felt like a thinly veiled threat.Â
You turned to leave and hadnât seen his smile sour.
It hadnât been a threat. He hadnât anticipated you to notice the implication. Most people would have been so blinded by his charm they would fail to notice the glaring red flags. He was mildly impressed. You would be more trouble than he had expected.
Alastor knew he needed to do something about the clearly clever woman who was seemingly expecting him. He had followed you for several days, surprised to find you not spreading word about the murder. You hadnât spoken to anyone, really. Even the man you left the lounge with, you just smiled and nodded nearly all evening while the man dominated the conversation. So, your sharp wit took him off guard. Who were you pretending to be? And why?
All of your cleverness fell apart when you tried to follow him. It was almost comical. He felt bad. This was going to be embarrassing for you.
He took several right turns and stepped into the park just outside of the bar. You thought perhaps he had gotten lost and considered turning around after you realized youâd lost sight of him. As you passed a large weeping willow, you were pulled under the curtains of hanging moss by your waist.
Back against the large tree, you could only pout.
âWhat are you after, stalking a man in the dead of night?â Alastor had you pinned, both hands on either side of your head. His body boxed you in, not that there was much more to see than moss and darkness.
You blinked several times. What a question. You answered honestly, âYou.â He cocked a brow. Then you lied, âYour affection. Your time.â
Something akin to a giggle bubbled from his chest. âI donât have much affection, but I have even less time.â Your eyes darted around, looking for your next move. âI-,â you grabbed him by the face and kissed him. When you broke the kiss he was staring wide eyed, glasses askew. He opened his mouth to speak and you kissed him again, longer, harder.
He seemed frozen under your mouth, lips taut. Your hands roamed his face, messing up his hair and glasses. Mind reeling. Play the nymph. Be the whore the men always said they hated. Be too strong, too forward, too much and heâll run off like men do. You could try again another day.
Your hand reached for his lap, his hips instinctively jerking away. Perfect. Men these days canât get it up for a woman who takes the lead.Â
Alastor was entirely unsure what the fuck was happening. You were wildly unpredictable. When you grabbed at his dick, he thought his eyes would cross from the shock. Is this what âaffectionâ meant to you? He couldnât understand it. Couldnât understand you. Were you really just lustful? Even after what youâd seen himâ
You bit at his bottom lip, pulling slightly. Big eyes looking back at him. Your breath was already running away from you, adrenaline seemingly synonymous with Alastor. Staring up at him, you waited. His move.
It was his turn to blink. He looked off to his left, eyes swinging back to you. With a shrug, he leaned his body back towards yours. His hand slid down the front of your dress; red silk. A deer in the headlights, you tensed. The rare third option; fight, flight, freeze. Soon his fingers were tracing the lace of your stockings, climbing up the garter straps.Â
His eyes were studying your face. You didnât want to give the wrong answer again, but at this point you werenât sure any answer was right. This was taking a sudden turn and your foot was off the brake. You closed your eyes, opting out of the scrutiny of his stare. His hand met your stomach and began to slip down again. He rested it between your thighs, longer fingers and palm cupping the entirety of your sex.
Alastor struggled to decipher your expression. It was almost like a pout, but more subtle. You hadnât said stop or pushed him away yet. Was he right? You were just⊠horny? As his hand slid back up and pried their way into your panties, you trembled.
It had been so long since someone elseâs hand was on you. Someone whose hands you genuinely enjoyed, who you wanted to be on you.
Is that right? You wanted him to touch you?Â
Maybe it was the stare, or the smile. Probably just the adrenaline.
His hand found its place again, middle finger bending to part your folds and feel your wetness. You whimpered, hand coming to cover your own mouth.Â
âIs this what you wanted?â He said it low, a husky tone he didnât have before.
No. Maybe. You nodded yes.
âWill you be satisfied now? No more tailing me?â
No. Probably not. Another nod.
His finger pushed in, and with a kind of greed you didn't recognize your hips ground down into his palm. He slipped in and out of you with ease. You had no idea when or why you got so wet.
âI always end up dripping around you, Alastor,â you whispered through your fingers. His ring finger joined. Why couldnât you shut up? Why did you have to bring up, well, the murder?
âA common problem for those I take an interest in.âÂ
Oh no. You moaned softly into your hand. Sharp mind made dull by his fingers so you didnât, couldnât, process his double meaning.Â
Oh no. The sounds of footsteps, a pair of lovers sneaking into the park for privacy. You heard their giggles, the sounds of kisses interrupting their walking.
âShhhâ, he breathed into your ear as he worked a third finger into your heat. One knuckle, two knuckles. A whimper. His hand came to press down over your own on your mouth, a second barrier for your mewling. You groaned, the sound coming from your throat. Â
Whispers. The silhouette of the two interlopers was visible through the willowâs curtains. You watched from over his shoulder, pussy clenching around him. Three knuckles deep, bottoming out.
Fuck it. You moaned freely into your hand, wiggling down onto his hand. Hips rolling, you let your little sounds of praise flow.
The couple laughed, âThatâs the spirit!â A man said, a woman hushing him and pulling him away.
Alastor grinned into your neck, immensely amused. He would have better luck predicting a dice roll than your next move.Â
You hadnât realized how hollow youâd been until now, feeling so full. When alone, you focused on just cumming, fingers on your clit and mind on memories. You never bothered much with anything else.
Your hunger intensified. You wanted more. Both hands reached for his crotch again, finding nothing there for you. You could have cried. How were you a wet mess pressed against a tree and he was soft as a newspaper in a rainstorm?
Your pride stung. Men usually stood at attention around you. A half sob into the air earned you a chuckle from Alastor. âItâs no reflection of you, darling.â His nose nudged your ear lobe, âI need a little different stimulation than most.â
âDo you play for the other team?â You considered how you could momentarily switch.Â
A louder laugh, âI donât have a team.â He leaned back now to look at you. His freehand came to press on your lower stomach, gently pushing your womb down. Your brows knit, why did that feel so good? Hands going to the tree behind you for stability.
âSure feels like you know how to play. This is-,â his hand switched from thrusting slowly in and out to moving front and back. It sent vibrations up into you. Your eyes rolled close. Shut up. Stop talking. Focus. Close.
He kissed around your open mouth, âWell, itâd be unamerican to not dabble. When necessary, or when the conditions are right.â
Double speak over, âJust tell me what to do to get you to fuck me.â
Alastorâs head fell back as he laughed earnestly, most likely alerting anyone in the immediate area. âHa! No, this is more fun.â
âOh fuck you,â you brought a hand around to your throbbing clit to quicken your release.
âMaybe next time, dear.â He took a second, fingers in you sliding around your walls in search of something before finding his place and continuing. Your breath noticeably changed, instead of panting you were practically holding it in. You needed the pressure, you needed something to squeeze that spring of pleasure down so it could snap back. As your face went flush, he kissed at your temple, âYou look so pretty in red.â
âOh god-,â Your head fell onto his chest, your joint effort bringing you to orgasm.Â
âA little late on Sunday for prayers, don't you think?â
A tiny scream into his suit pocket, his hand not stopping until your thighs finished twitching around him. Even after his hand stopped moving you gripped him by the wrist and rolled onto his fingers a few more times. The pleasure ebbing but still spiking every time he moved against you.Â
Ah, greed. That was it. He understood a little better. This wasnât lust, not alone. You were definitely a mix of the two. With a sigh, you released your hold and let him slide out of you. Already you felt lonelier. Already you wished to start over.
With his dry hand he smoothed out your dress. You werenât ashamed but you suddenly felt too embarrassed to look him the eye. But you did, hearing him hum as he sucked his fingers clean.Â
Why were you only ever in his mouth in the strangest ways?
âYou always taste so sweet, dear. Now!â You wanted to say something clever and salacious like, âthereâs more where that came fromâ but he didnât afford you the opportunity. He offered you his hooked arm, âItâs dangerous in the park at night. Letâs get you to a cab and on your way home.â
âIs this a hobby of yours?â Your legs were wobbly but otherwise fine. âIllegal activities in public?â
âFunny, I was just wondering the same of you. Stalking is a crime, dear.â
You bit your lip. âTouchĂ©.â
He flagged down a taxi, âTell him where to go.â You slid into the back seat and half-whispered to the driver. Alastor leaned into the passenger side front window and after paying the man, went to close your door, âYouâve been an entertaining sparring partner. Goodbye, sweetheart.â
With a thud of the door and a growl of the engine, you were driving away from him. You could see him in the rear window. He didnât dare to move, he didnât need you following another step of his.
Which was unfortunate for him, as you were already scheming how to find him again.
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Hi fellow adventurers!! A few weeks ago i caught wind of "Delicious in Dungeon". I'm not really an anime person, but I am a TTRPG, CRPG, and cooking person- . And holy shit. It is so good i convinced my partner to binge read the whole thing. I'm caught up on dungeon meshi, the anime, and just yesterday i also finished dungeon meshi, the manga.
Its rare to come across a serialized story that is so thematically cohesive and knows its characters so well. All of the bonus content like the artbooks and monster tidbits are just the icing on top.
So, inspired by RyĆko Kui's writing and illustration I'm going to attempt to create a recipe for every single Delicious in Dungeon recipe!-
Today that means Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot is on the menu!
(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)
MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS
SO, âwhat goes in to a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot?â YOU MIGHT ASKThis is one of the pricier dishes until we get to the kelpies and dragons of the menu-
Rock lobster tail
Porcini mushrooms
Shiitake mushrooms
Snow fungus
Small potatos
Fensi (glass noodles)
Water
OPTIONAL: your choice of dipping sauces
There was a crossover/promotional event in Shibuya which featured various realworld dishes from the series. They had one for Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom, but they used prawns. while those cook better in a hotpot, they also didn't look enough like the scorpion for me, they also used udon noodles for the slime and a seaweed/kale(?) mixture for the algae. If you're looking for substitutes due to price or availability i would start with those ingredients.
AND, âwhat does a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot taste like?â YOU MIGHT ASKI hope Senshi would forgive me for technically cooking the lobster outside the pot, once he tastes it.
Okay im always partial to veggies but wowowowowowowoowowowow the snow fungus and the mushrooms tasted soooooooooooo good in the lobster stock
A nice delicate layering of different flavors
Try to get a bite with the lobster meat and shiitake together, dip in butter then chili- trust me
Its up to you what texture you prefer if you want to put the noodles in at the end or put them in halfway through the meal. Either way dont go for eating those first as theyre very filling
I think this would pair well with a citrus drink, something light and clarifying
This would also pair well with being extremely high and hungry (if you feel safe cooking while inebriated lol) very calorically dense
For the trial run I did one lobster tail in the pot with everything else, and one lobster tail off to the side to be picked apart. The former is more in spirit with a hotpot, but it got rubbery as the meal went on and lost its nice taste. The latter may be a bit more work but all you have to do still is boil it and set it aside. I found it held up much better. It was also easier to get inside the shell.
. If you have hardshell maine lobster available, i think it would be superior to rock lobster (keep in mind crustaceans will get rubbery if cooked too long in the pot) . Green onions and/or lotus root would make excellent additions
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From getting the ingredients out to sitting down and eating, id say it took maybe 30 minutes max? It'd vary on how fast you can prep vegetables and get the various implements heated.
Hotpots are not something i do very often as i'm usually just feeding myself. I think thats why a hotpot makes perfect sense to start the series off. If you want to set the tone of "take care of yourself, eat food with others, and use what you have" (generally speaking) there is nothing more simplistic, flexible, and defeats-the-purpose-if-you-eat-it-alone than a hotpot. Gather around and let your friends bring ingredients to the pot if you want to fill your heart up extra full <3
I'm doing something different here because unlike previous recipes where i used a bunch of different sources and made my own recipe out of hodge-podging it, or just used another persons recipe entirely if they did it really well, i made this more whole-cloth based off of what i had available, what I could discover through research, and my existing knowledge. Instead of the recipe being 50/50 original, this one is more 20/80. So. I'll pass the final verdict off to you guys :DÂ
What would you rate this recipe out of 10? (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?
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Ingredients:
2 Rock lobster tails
3 Porcini mushrooms
2 Shiitake mushrooms
Snow fungus (a good handful, should rehydrate in the hotpot)
2 Small waxy potatos
Fensi (glass noodles)
Water/lobster stock
Method:
Lightly rinse all of your vegetables beforehand and let them dry.
Vertically slice the porcini mushrooms. Cut off and dice the stems of the shiitake mushrooms. You can slice the tops if youd like.
Peel and cube the potatoes, roughly an inch each.
For the lobster tails; Boil a pot of salted water. Keep the shell on. Weigh the largest tail and add 1 minute of cooking time for every ounce of weight.
When done, strain the lobster from the water. Pour the water into your hotpot as the base. Serve the lobster on the side so people can pick the meat out to dip into the hotpot.
Bring the hotpot to a simmer. Add the potato cubes, snow fungus, mushrooms, and noodles.
OPTIONAL: this wasnt in the show, but its fun having sauces on the side :) i had oyster sauce, dry seasoned chili dip, melted butter, and soy sauce available
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Video by ErinInTheMorning on TikTok
[Transcript (there's captions on screen but in case you can't turn on audio):
Erin: "File this one away for the transgender history books, whenever they write about our history; today Lindsey Spero, a trans man, stood in front of the Florida Board of Medicine, which was about to vote to medically ban all gender affirming care for trans youth.
He stood there to deliver his testimony, he delivered a little bit of it, but then he took the remainder of his testimony time to stand there and inject his hormone therapy in front of all of them in stunned silence, and then he turned around and raised his fist. Watch this."
Lindsey: "My name is Lindsey Spero, I'm 25 years old, I'm a resident of St. Petersburg, Florida. I'm also transgender.
I am someone who was subjected to treatments that have been questionable, that were mentioned by people like that woman who came up and spoke, I can tell you for a fact that her child is going to grow up hating her.
I'm sure you've heard many stories that sound like mine already, over the last few months my trans siblings and family members have stood before you, put their hearts on full display and vulnerable pleaded with you to listen to our stories and perspectives.
The American Academy of Pediatrics has condemned your actions and our federal government has spoken out against the actions you seek to take regarding the necessary health care for trans youth.
I could stand here and tell you about the times I attempted to end my life because I didn't have access to gender affirming care but I know, I know you don't care. I see you sneering at us while we come here and talk to you.
Instead I'm going to take the rest of my time to demonstrate the sacred and weekly ritual of my shot in front of you, in this body.
My medication is life saving, I will use HRT for the rest of my life, your denial of my need for this medication, doesn't make my existence as a trans person any less real.
I will be giving myself my subcutaneous shot in my stomach. If you have a needle phobia, please look away."
Lindsey injects his T-shot in silence, helped by another person who passes him a needle and the testosterone in its vial.
After finishing, he raises his fist and turns around to the audience.
Lindsey: "Tomorrow and forever."
The crowd cheers and a few people get up to clap.
Erin: "That, that is what I'm talking about! Good job Lindsey! This is the kind of resistance that matters!"
End transcript.]
(As a sidenote, it seems that Lindsey identifies as nonbinary, not necessarily (or exclusively, anyways) as a trans man. Some articles identify him as transmasc but all of his socials state nonbinary.)
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