#i balled my fcking eyes out

[samnia]

Having your hair get fcking played in when you thought the stylist was a professional is apart of living the black woman/girl experience ☹️.

[chestersturniolo]

“You made a mistake today”

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary; the start of the aftermath of teasing your boyfriend Chris all day long…

warnings; MDNI - established relationship, dom!chris , sub!reader, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, pet names, throat fcking, name calling, light smacking degrading,

You knew the rules by now, knew how things worked between the two of you. Chris wasn’t the type to tolerate carelessness, and you had stepped out of line earlier. Multiple times in fact. You’d both been out all day with his brothers and a few of your friends, and you’d been teasing him all day.

It started with the outfit you chose, the tiny tennis skirt that you knew made Chris weak. The group had decided to go bowling, and you took every opportunity to push him. The way you bent over to retrieve your ball, revealing the curve of your bare ass. Planting yourself on his lap inbetween turns, rocking your hips ever so slightly before giving him your innocent doe eyes. Small but powerful touches and comments throughout the whole day. It was a dangerous game to play, but you loved it.

He hadn’t said anything at the time, but the warning looks he gave you had spoken volumes. You felt that look now, the power of it piercing you, even though he hadn’t uttered a word.

Chris sat across from you in his usual spot on the couch, his presence commanding even in silence. His eyes were on you-always on you.

“Come here” Chris said finally, his voice calm but firm. It wasn’t a request-it never was.

You made your way over quickly, your movements fluid and obedient as you crossed the room to stand in front of him. He leaned back on the couch, arms folded, eyes never leaving you. You could feel your pulse quicken under his gaze, that familiar mix of anticipation and submission.

He let the silence stretch for a moment before speaking, “You made a mistake today”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the intense focus he always put on you, like you were the center of the world in these moments. Like nothing else existed but you and him. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement…but you decided to keep up your little innocent act a little longer, “I didn’t mean to-“

Chris held up a hand, cutting you off. “I don’t need excuses. I need you to listen.” His tone was still calm, but there was a warning to it, that said any more protests would not be tolerated.

He stood then, and you had to tilt your head back slightly to meet his gaze, as you stand just inches away from eachother. Chris was always composed, always in control, and that control extended over you in ways that made you anything but composed. He stepped closer, his fingers gripping your jaw as he tilted your face up further,

“I take care of you, don’t I?” he asked, his voice almost a murmur.

“Yes” you whispered

“And you trust me to know what’s best for you?” ,the calm tone and slow pace of his words made the tension almost unbearable

“Yes” you repeat,

His thumb brushed lightly across your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. The gentleness of the touch a contrast to the firmness of his words, and it made you feel small in the best possible way.

“Then you need to trust that when I tell you to do something, it’s for a reason. I told you to behave today, didn’t i?”

You nod, swallowing hard, feeling the buzz between your legs growing with every second.

“Didn’t i?” he presses in a firm tone.

“Yes” you manage to say, barely audible

“That’s right…you follow my rules, and things go smoothly, understood?”

“Understood” you breathed, the tension inside you coiling tighter

“Good” he says plainly, as he lets go of your jaw, before reaching round and giving a firm slap to your ass. Your eyes flutter back as you bask in the sting, a pathetic whimper escaping you.

Chris steps back slightly, his eyes still locked on you. “Now, on your knees”

Without hesitation, you sank to the floor in front of him, settling into the familiar position. Kneeling in front of Chris had always been like flipping a switch inside you-a surrender of control, a silent acknowledgment that you were his, completely. It wasn’t just about obedience, it was about trust, about knowing that he could drive you to your limits and protect you all at once.

He looked down at you through hooded eyes, a satisfied expression flickering across his face. “Much better” he uttered quietly, almost like he was talking to himself, running a hand through your hair.

His free hand found his belt buckle as he undoes the clasp effortlessly, the recognisable sound of the metal clinking made your stomach twist in the best way possible. You watch eagerly whilst he unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling them down along with his boxers, just enough for his throbbing shaft to spring out. He starts to slowly pump it with one hand whilst the other was still intertwined in your hair.

Chris lets out a small shaky breath at his own contact, his long fingers working his length. You start near enough salivating at the sight as you watch with parted lips. Chris notices your hypnotisation as your eyes are glued to the sight, subconsciously lick your lips,

He lets out a low, dry chuckle “Fuck you’re so desperate aren’t you”

He was right, you needed him, badly

“P-please” you breathe, confirming his question as your mouth parts further, in a desperate invite

Chris stops his hand movements and smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side “Good manners sweet girl, but you don’t get to talk.” he snarks, before balling up his fist in your hair, yanking you forwards.

“Open wide” he orders

You immediately open your mouth, desperate to taste him.

“Good girl” he praises, without warning he buries his cock straight to the back of your throat, holding it there as he talks

“This what you wanted hmm, my attention?-“ he cuts him self of with a grunt as your throat twitches around him as your body tried to breathe “-fuckkk- well you got it ma- teasing me all day, needy fucking whore”

Your brows scrunch as your eyes start to water, looking up at him through wet lashes. Chris suddenly pulls your head back by your hair, removing himself completely as you immediately gasp for air. You whimper slightly at the loss of contact, already missing the way he filled your face.

Chris let’s out another evil chuckle at your demeanour, before slowly sliding past your lips once more, this time , he guides his tip to the side of your mouth, causing your cheek to bulge

“Mmph- look at you, so fuckin pretty with your mouth full’a me” he mutters, before bringing his hand to cup your cheek, groaning as he feels himself on the other side. He starts gently rocking his hips, his tip prodding the flesh of your cheek. “g-give me your hand”

You eagerly comply , reaching up, he takes your hand,placing it over the bulge in your cheek

he juts his hips forward slightly , “Feel this? it’s all for you”

You let out a moan around him as your hand subconsciously drops from your cheek to inbetween your legs, desperate to relieve the throbbing. Before you could even draw your first circle, Chris pauses his hip movements

“Ah-ah-ah-” he says, giving a small smack to your cheek “-hands off” he orders,

You let out a whine before reluctantly removing your hand from your soaked panties. Chris pulls out of your mouth completely

“You really think you deserve that after your behaviour today huh?” he says with raised eyebrows

You shake your head

“i can’t hear you” he presses

“N-no - i don’t deserve it” you whisper , your lips wet and parted

“That’s right” chris praises softly as he sinks his cock back into your mouth. You instantly start to hungrily slide your lips back and forth, and it’s not long before Chris’ hands come to hold either side of your face, halting your movement slightly, before taking control himself, sinking deeper and slowly starting to fuck your mouth before picking up his pace

“O-ohh fuck that’s it-” Chris grunts, as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat “-fuckin made for this shit aren’t you?” he says breathlessly

You moan in response,as your eyes roll to the back of your head, spit drooling down your chin

Chris moves his hands from your face and balls both fists in your hair, using it as a make-shift rein, pulling you onto him as he bucks his hips forward simultaneously, roughly fucking your face with his mouth agape, letting his head fall back in euphoria,

The only sounds filling the room are Chris’ grunts and the sloppy sounds echoing from your mouth

“’m gonna use-fuckkk-use you all night”

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[tarrynightss]

heyyyy 😻💗 (girls before requesting the nastiest shit)

ok so sukuna fcking reader (fem preferably but can be gn too) so hard just she doesnt feel pleasure it hurts, like shes not crying shes BAWLIN' her eyes out, shes begging for him to stop and then she actually cant cum she just shakes and shakes and then hes actually stopping like a cute aftercare with him reader just cries in his arms (a little) because it hurts.

(ovbiously only if you are ok with it)

thankss 💗

Heyyy 🤭 Oh hell yeah I’m down, a nice caring moment with Sukuna.

Tags: Smut, rough sex, hint of dacryphilia, stopping sex because of pain, comfort, aftercare

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Your hands balled in the sheets in front of you, your back arching as Sukuna fucked into you from behind in wet slaps. The strength of his thrusts would’ve shoved you forward if it wasn’t for his hands firmly holding you in place, high pitched moans spilling from your lips as pleasure built inside you. His cock hits perfectly every time.

Sukuna shifts to have one hand grip onto your hair, harshly pulling you up till your back almost reaches his chest. The new angle makes him slide deeper, causing him to growl against your neck. The sensation of his hot breath followed by his teeth digging into the soft skin makes your eyelids flutter, lost in it till a sharp thrust pulls you out. You try to shake off the sting you felt, but as he continues thrusting harshly into you, it happens over and over again, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper out, one hand weakly moving back to push at his hips.

It feels like he’s going uncomfortably deep, making you grit your teeth whenever he bottoms out with a loud slap. The sharp pain has tears form in your eyes, squeezed out when he tugs at your hair fast and hard. The cry you let out doesn’t sound too out of place, only managing to spur Sukuna on as he bites down on your neck till you’re sure a delicate bruise is blooming there. You try to shift the position slightly, but he holds you too firmly, and more and more tears flow from your eyes till your chest is heaving. Your pussy throbs painfully, all traces of pleasure gone as you can only feel the pain now.

“S-shit,” you shake in his grasp as you try to form words, your lips wobbling. You’re full on sobbing now, but not from the usual intense pleasure.

Sukuna is completely oblivious to your pain, lost in the haze of his own pleasure and not noticing anything out of the ordinary yet.

“Stop!” The words burst from your mouth. “Stop please, Sukuna!”

You feel him freeze against you for a second, his body going rigid before he quickly pulls out of you. His hand lets go of your hair and he swiftly puts you on your knees on the bed, his features warped by worry.

“What happened? Are you hurt?”

You’re still heaving, fat tears falling from your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Not getting an answer from you, he carefully spreads your folds with his fingers, examining if he can see any injuries or blood. He relaxes slightly when he notices none, but still there’s something obviously wrong for you to react this way. He lays down on the bed and pulls you against him, making you lay on your side and cuddle up against his chest.

His hand strokes over your hair, shushing you gently. “Breathe, my sweet, you need to breathe.”

It takes a few more minutes of crying in his arms until slowly, you start calming down, the pain still present but now more of a dull throb. You wipe a hand over your face, embarrassment heating it as you realize how badly you freaked out.

“S-Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to panic that badly,” you mumble out.

Sukuna quirks an eyebrow at you, his arm wrapping tighter around your waist. “I don’t care about that. Are you alright?”

You testingly squeeze your thighs together, relieved to find that the pain doesn’t get worse when you do. You nod. “Yeah, I think so. I’m not sure what happened, but somehow it really hurt when you changed positions.”

He hums as he takes in your words, a contemplative look on his face. “I see.”

A silence blooms between the two of you, and you interpret it as him being displeased. You bite your lip before springing to your knees, your hand sliding teasingly over his bare chest. “I can go again now. It’s fine.” You form a sheepish smile on your face despite the still present throbbing between your legs.

A deep frown etches its way onto his face at that, and he slightly sits up. “No, it’s not. I like seeing you cry on my cock but not because you’re hurting, so lay down.”

Sukuna is never one to mince words, making you feel both more embarrassed and relieved that he’s not expecting you to go again. When you lay down, he’s on you in a matter of seconds, pressing a kiss against your lips before trailing his mouth further downward, keeping eye contact with you as he does so.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles the words against your flesh over and over again as he trails from your chin down to your stomach. It’s a rarity to hear him say it once, nevermind so many times in a row.

The kisses aren’t heated like they usually are when he moves down your body like this, instead intensely gentle. You watch with wide eyes as he stops right at your mount, giving the plush flesh a long, loving kiss before apologizing again. Your heart flutters in your chest, all negative emotions swiftly fading as you watch him. When he moves back up your body, he kisses you again, cupping your face in his hands.

His intense red gaze pierces yours as he holds you. “What do you need? Say it and you’ll have it.”

You know he means it. You could say the most ridiculous thing out there right now and he’d stomp out to make it happen.

Your smile widens, sliding a hand through his soft hair. “Maybe we can take a bath? It still hurts a bit and maybe the warmth can help.”

He nods and swiftly picks you up, making you giggle as he carries you to the bathroom like royalty. Sukuna makes sure everything is how you like it, sitting behind you to function as your pillow as he watches some bathbomb fizz and color the water a deep shade of purple. He doesn’t get all of this necessarily, but that doesn’t matter. As long as you’re getting comfortable, then he’s satisfied, resting his chin on the top of your head and massaging your lower stomach gently with his fingers.

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (1)

pairing: jungkook x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Jungkook knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Jungkook is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Jungkook hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Jungkook manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Jungkook watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Jungkook catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Jungkook follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Junkook over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Jungkook bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Jungkook's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Jungkook gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Jungkook deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Jungkook away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Jungkook is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Jungkook gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Jungkook looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Jungkook's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Jungkook presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Junkook's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Junkook breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Junkook pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Junkook reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Junkook stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Junkook go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Junkook pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Junkook's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Junkook to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Junkook presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Junkook's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Junkook, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Junkook lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Junkook's shoulders. Junkook leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Junkook grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Junkook gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Junkook instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Junkook curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Junkook's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Junkook spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Junkook still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Junkook slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Junkook smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Junkook picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Junkook grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Junkook smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Junkook's rooms, where Junkook lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Junkook doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Junkook's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Junkook moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Junkook wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Junkook presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Junkook to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Junkook rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Junkook is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Junkook gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Junkook catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Junkook kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Junkook's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Junkook pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Junkook has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Junkook finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Junkook smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Junkook slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Junkook moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Junkook's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Junkook curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Junkook grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Junkook sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Junkook hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Junkook's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Junkook grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Junkook chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Junkook's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Junkook grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Junkook flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Junkook is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Junkook filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Junkook rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Jungkook covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Jungkook smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Jungkook chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Jungkook smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Jungkook freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Jungkook above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Jungkook against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Jungkook basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Jungkook's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Jungkook's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Jungkook pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Jungkook's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Jungkook is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Jungkook bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Jungkook gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Jungkook lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Jungkook wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

[shunshunrika]

I just saw your megumi smut and need morrree! How about hanging out with the other sorcerers where he has to pull you away to have his way with you because your coyly teasing him.

(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).... I don't want to make it coy towards Megumi though:( so see if you like what the devil on my shoulder made me write~

It's so fcking long tho, sorry bout that but I needed to flesh it out or my brain would explode.

content warnings: Okay y/n is a bxtch and megumi is too. afab!reader x megumi fushiguro, SMUT. unprotected rough sex, oral(f! recieving), overstim, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, restraints, orgasm denial, consensual, petnames, gags, and the like. I am NOT proofreading this monstrosity.

minors dni

word count: 2k

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The glass bottle takes a decisive turn before its neck points indisputably at you.

"Y/N. The bottle chooses you. What do you pick?" Panda asks, a Cheshire smile gracing his face as the game of Truth or Dare between the adults draws on. It was Jujutsu High's 10 year reunion and all of you were grown ups and seasoned sorcerers now.

"Well since all of you pussies were choosing truth." You say, lifting your chin, "I choose dare!"

"Perfect!" Panda claps his paws together with Inumaki nodding beside him "Tuna Mayo!"

"I dare you to kiss one of the people here except Megumi ofcourse, for 10 minutes"

Well fair enough. These perverts won't make you kiss your sweetheart of 7 years in front of everyone. It won't be spicy enough since the two of you were practically a married couple to them. They wanted some drama and today out of all days, you felt like giving it to them.

As soon as the dare escapes Pandas mouth, Megumi lays a hand on your thigh under the drink ladden table.

Earlier in the day, Megumi had the balls to tell you to act 'civilized'. Recently, Megumi had hit the age where he looked a bit too irresistible (yeah, ironed formals, shadow of a clean shave, light lines of age and the sparkle of a young ceo, iykyk) and you were leaving no chance to smooch your sweetheart in public. Megumi didn't want you to showcase such behavior in front of your mates and former senpais.

Cool Megumi, then someone else will get your smooches and you knew already who the group favorite was to receive your kiss.

"w-w-why is everyone staring at me?" Yuuji Itadori quacked out, his faces barely hiding his embarrassment.

"We know you still like Y/N Itadori. Although Megumi's put a ring on her pretty much" Nobara elbows Yuuji mischievously while Megumi's grip on your thigh tightens.

"This is your time to shine,BROTHER" Aoi Todo (Yuuji's +1) slaps Yuuji's back hard, knocking the air out of him.

Wasting no time, you get up and head over to Yuuji's side of the table and slide between him and Maki as Yuuji literally starts to lose consciousness.

"Yuuji, I can't believe you still like me" you say, holding his face and looking into his teary eyes with passion. You decide to take it one step further and start unbuttoning his shirt gingerly while everyone lets out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N! The dare was to kiss not have..have..s-s-" Maki says nervously.

"You can't have sex here in public. Besides what about Megumi?!" Panda voices and all eyes turn to Megumi. Megumi who is known for having a composed nature didn't look quite composed in this moment. You smirk at your boyfriend.

"Aw. Megumi won't mind. Would you?" You coo at him, palming Yuuji's muscular chest.

"Well then" you say, lowering yourself to close the distance between you and Yuuji while Yuuji sweats bullets, unable to make decisions and wondering if his bestfriend will beat him up later.

In the last second before your action you saw Megumi's eyes go wide and heartbroken. You turned your head swiftly to kiss Maki on the cheek instead earning a shriek from everyone at the table.

"h-huh? Huhhh?" Maki goes, covering the cheek you kissed.

"What y'all really thought I'd kiss another man? How low is your opinion of me!" You say, pouting as you hear Yuuji and practically everyone else sink into their chairs in relief. Everyone except Megumi who gets up and grabs his belongings.

"I'll head home for the evening guys. Have fun" he says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone except you. You feel your jubilant smile drop quickly as you hurry to be beside him.

"W-well, guess I'll be going too" you say awkwardly, waving a goodbye to the stunned group.

Megumi ignored your declaration as he headed to his car without waiting for you and you had to practically chase him down before he could leave without you. You got into the Mercedes just as its engine purred to life smoothly.

"Megumi!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Are you nuts? Were you going to leave without me?" You asked in a panic while Megumi remained as cool as a cucumber and gave you no reaction nor response whatsoever. He simply drove at lightspeed, hands not letting go of the steering while you pleaded with him.

.

"Megumi. It was a joke alright." You said, hastily removing your strappy heels, cursing at how difficult they were. Megumi had already shut the door behind him as he entered the house. When you managed to open the door again, you screeched "You're fucking overreacting!"

Dead silence.

Megumi had stopped in his tracks to turn to look at you with fearsome eyes bearing a shadow of hostility. You gulped at his aura.

"I am overreacting? Huh?" He said, approaching you and pulling you by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm overreacting? Let me see. That means I can call Nobara here and fuck the brains out of her no?" He asks, his eyes guaging your reaction. You are unable to speak, struggling under his iron grip.

He opens the door to your bedroom and pushes you onto the bed.

"You want me to bring Momo and Miwa here and overstimulate the daylights out of them right in front of you? I'd like that to be honest. It really turns me on you know. Ahhh."

"Me-Megumi, stop that." You say, looking up at his towering figure from the bed. "You don't have to go that far."

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Feeling bad?" He deftly removes his striped tie from his collar in one go and wraps it in rolls around his hand.

"You're so dramatic Y/N." Megumi smirks. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just voicing my thoughts. You should get the joke" he says, grabbing both of your hands in one of his and tying them up with his tie.

"I'm sorry." You say timidly. You'll be fine after all. He's going to have makeup sex now.

After every argument you have ever had with Megumi, he always turns to makeup sex as a way to express his apology incase the fight got too heated. He hasn't ever used his tie as a restraint during makeup sex before though, so that left you curious and directionless.

"Nobara." He declares. "that's the safe word." An evil glint in his usually kind eyes.

"Are you serious?" You ask.

"I make jokes less frequently than you do" he says, hands waiting on the hem of the velvety skirt you are wearing. This was his way of asking for permission. For whatever he has set up, till now and whatever he's about to do. You gulp, intimidated and excited at the same time. If you were to voice refusal, Megumi would stop instantly.

"Fine then. Nobara it is. Not like I'll use it ever." You say, sticking out your tongue to him.

With that greenlight, Megumi wastes no time stripping you off your pencil skirt and halter neck top as you squirm with your arms behind you, getting eager by the second.

"Wow, look at you." he says, grabbing you by the jaw. "Humiliation doesn't affect you at all."

"It's because it's my Megumi." you grin at him. "Kiss me." you pout, trying to hoist yourself up despite your restraint but Megumi backs up swiftly.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks. "You won't get to lay a finger on me today."

"What?" you gasp and plop back down. "That's not fair. I want to suck on your lips right now!"

"Sounds like your problem." he says, cocking his head to side, removing your lacy panties out of the way - a practice of several years. Right when he's about to go down on you though, his phone buzzes with life.

Megumi looks over his shoulder to check as you protest when he proceeds to pick it up. He holds it between his ear and left shoulder, continuing to descend on you.

"Yeah, Itadori, what's up?" he says, licking a stripe up one of your nether lips. Your body freezes at that. You can faintly hear Yuuji's voice on the other end since he's so LOUD.

"Hey bud. I just wanted to check if you and Y/n are okay. Y'all left so suddenly. I'm really sorry about what happened, I told Panda senpai off after that and Maki senpai contributed a few punches."

"Hey, you're worrying too much." Megumi says, grabbing your hips and placing a kiss on your swollen clit earn a moan from you.

"Huh? What was that?" Yuuji asks on the other end, and you shake your head furiously at Megumi.

"Hmm... nothing. You're hallucinating." Megumi says, sucking on the nub, making your wrap your thighs against his head.

"If you're having a popsicle or something I'll call later yo. Eat in peace." Yuuji says, innocently, cutting the phone as you sigh in relief.

"Ah what a killjoy." Megumi curses, kissing your inner thighs.

"What are you relieved about?" he asks before plunging tongue-first into the depths of your pussy and staying there to explore the walls with his muscle. The inability to use your hands to grab on to something, his hair, the sheets, anything was really messing with you. You just smothered him with thighs to maintain your grip on reality. Your hips raised up and away from him when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He placed a hand on your belly to keep you from moving. "Where are you running away, baby?"

"M-m-megumi. I am so close." you stammer as he continues his assault on your womanhood. "- so, so, so close. GOD." you gasp.

At that moment, Megumi removes his mouth from your vagina, making your eyes go wide in horror and anger.

"What? H-hey, get back on there. What are you doing?" you say, struggling against the sheets.

"Y/N. I'll do things my way, okay." Megumi smiles at you. "And shut up for a bit." he says, stuffing the panties he discarded earlier into your mouth. Your head spun from your own potent scent. You don't know how he dealt with it.

You watched him silently as he wasted time kissing your thighs and pussy lips again. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was no less than a declaration of war.

You still had reign over your lower body so you thrust your hips up and onto his mouth, surprising him. This time, he continued what he was doing, but it was a restart for you anyway.

More suckling. More tongue dives. More muffled moaning later, another orgasm blooms inside you and your eyes roll back. But Megumi let's go moments before you're about to climax.

"Mmmm!" you whimper, unable to say anything. Your eyes well up with tears. Megumi spots this and removes the fabric from your mouth. He leans in a bit too close to your face and coos at you. "Why is my bratty baby crying?" his brows go up in sympathy. "You feeling overwhelmed?"

At this point, you pool all of your strength to raise yourself up and chase his lips and he backs away again.

"Hmm.. no."

Now you practically have a river flowing down your cheeks. Your pussy hurts from almost hitting peak twice or thrice. It sucks. Megumi sucks. Yet, yet... you were somehow still turned on.

"Megumi." you say seriously. "You know I haven't thought about anyone except you for a decade right?"

"I rejected Yuuji four times because I was so in love with you back in school. Do you not remember? And Yuuji still had it better than me, because you rejected me a dozen times throughout school, you ass!" you remind him. It was true. You fell first. But he seemed to have fallen harder over the years. He had given you one chance on graduation day and you had completely capitalized on it.

"It had always been you Megumi. My first one and my only one." you say, now crying for real.

"Shh.." Megumi whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Y/N." He kisses your forehead and nose next. "You really know how to turn the situation your way, you smartass." he says, snaking a hand under your body to grope your ass. His hands brush against your tied up ones.

He makes you sit up and unties you, checking to make sure there aren't any marks. Fortunately, there aren't. The first thing you do is swing your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. "Never stop me from touching you again." you mumble into the crook of his neck.

You feel something sticking out and poking at your thigh and you find Megumi's angry cock dying to grab your attention. Megumi gulps as you eye his member curiously.

"Megumi." you start. "Should I do to you what you did to me?"

"Nobara." he says.

"HUH?" you raise your voice, unable to understand why he suddenly took her name until you remember it's your safe word.

"What? You want to stop?" you ask him genuinely.

"No, I don't. But if you deny me my orgasm. It might be too much for me to handle." he admits embarrassingly, pursing his lips.

"Megumi, you are too cruel." you say, hoisting yourself up and impaling yourself on his hard on. You appreciate how it fills you up completely. "I am not letting you get away." you add, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, angling yourself so it hits your good spots. You also make your chest is suffocating Megumi at all times as you let a symphony of moans and whines flow out of you.

You hold on to his muscular shoulders for dear life as your nth orgasm of the day creeps up onto you. This time you don't tell him you are coming and let yourself get undone on his cock, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"Oh my goodness." you cry out, leaning away from him. You look at his face and realize by his fucked up expression that he probably came alongside you. This gives you a brilliant idea as you quickly recover from your climax.

You don't stop moving around his cock. You keep up at it like you never came and Megumi starts to scratch at your back, clearly overstimulated but not saying anything. You proceed to then crash your lips against his, twisting his nipple in your fingers as he whimpers. Eventually, it becomes too much for him to bear.

He separates from you, drooling. "Y/n. W-wait. It's too much!"

"It's not." you say teasingly. "Just once more." You keep up your pace, making him thrust in and out of you. Before you can best him though, he recovers too.

He grabs your waist and changes positions, pushing you into the mattress and into a mating press, thrusting into you like a monster.

"M-m-megu-" you are unable to speak from how hard you are being moved. You come again. and again. and again. and Megumi keeps going. Like a crazed animal.

"Stop I'll die now!" you scream, your knees bumping against your chin from the position.

This is when Megumi finally releases for the second time, and collapses on you.

"Payback, for all those times I didn't let you -"

"Megumi, you're really - " you manage to whisper as you feel your eyes starting to shut.

The both of you doze off just like that, entangled and dirty with juice.

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(okay boys, thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS. I do have an idea for part 2 of this where Megumi feels gulity about how he behaved and tries to make it up to the reader. it'll be fluffy and romantic. I'll write it if this gets enough hits and enough people want a part 2. PEACE :) )

[trohpi]

Hiya ^^

I heard that you take one-shot requests with trans characters and so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with this...

I git the idea bc I just got my fcking period (suxks as a trans person) and needed some comfort so I thought trans!Sirius (ftm) having his period after hogwarts where he and Remus live together and he feels like sh!t because he's bleeding out and it's giving him dysphoria and then Remus takes care of him and makes him hot chocolate.

I'd rely appreciate it. Thank you so much <3

hello!! hope youre feeling better, periods can be tough ik. this will actually be my first request, sorry it took longer than expected. i hope i did your idea justice and that you enjoy <3

wolfstar w/ ftm sirius • 2.4k words • cw: periods, dysphoria

cross-posted to ao3

Sirius wakes to the sound of incessant meowing and a low ache in his gut. Bleary-eyed and sleepy as he is, he doesn’t even register the pain at first. He shifts under rumpled sheets, mid-morning sun flooding the room and blinding him. A ball of splotchy tri-coloured fur sits in the window sill, pawing at the glass and disrupting the blackout curtains Sirius insisted they have in the bedroom. Unwanted light filters through the window and he groans.

“Linette,” Sirius calls, voice thick and almost whiny with sleep. “What are you doing?”

She only meows again, tail twitching eagerly as she watches whatever it is that has caught her attention outside. Likely a bird or a squirrel, or perhaps one of the bunnies that moved into the backyard. Sirius huffs and moves to sit up, aiming to grab Linette and exile her to the living room, when a painfully familiar cramping of the abdomen hits him and Sirius’ mouth goes dry.

All remnants of sleep wash away in an instant, leaving him hyper-aware of every feeling, every minute sensation in his body. The incoming headache, the tight soreness of his lower muscles, and— Sirius discovers with a shudder as he shifts— the warm wetness of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Sirius mumbles, a sick feeling churning within. He quickly gets up, swallowing thickly at the small blood stain on the pale blue sheets. Moony just bought those, he thinks fuzzily, and suddenly he feels the urge to cry.

Sirius’ periods have always been irregular, no way to consistently track them, and it’s only gotten harder in the months since he’s started his masculinization potions. It's almost worse when he’s blindsided like this, wholly caught off guard by the onslaught of hormones and emotions. At least when he knows it’s coming, he can mentally prepare. This time, his walls were down, and now his mind buzzes as he stares at the stained sheets below.

He can’t handle this right now. He quickly looks away, resolving to deal with it later. Numbly, he scoops up a squirmy Linette from the window sill and makes his way out of the room.

Remus is curled up on the sofa, cup of too-sweet coffee cradled delicately in scarred fingers as he reads a book, the Muggle one his mother gave him when they moved in last month. He perks up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see Sirius in the hall entrance. The small, fond smile on his face quickly falls into a concerned frown when he sees the paleness of his face and tense line of his body.

Sirius’ breath hitches, a tangled mess of emotion swelling within him. He wants to not exist, and yet he wants so desperately for Remus to hold him, to cradle him just as delicately as he would the chipped porcelain mug he drinks from every morning.

Remus sits up, setting the well-loved mug aside as his book falls facedown on the cushion beside him. “Cariad?”

Sirius’ eyes well with tears, but they don’t fall. Sirius hates crying, has hated it since he was a child and his mother would punish him for it. Even now, nearly three years since he got out of that house, he can’t shake the urge to bottle everything up and hide.

Linette squirms in his arms again, dragging him back to reality. Sirius sniffles, letting her drop to the floor. The mostly-white calico wastes no time sprinting back to the bedroom, no doubt to meow at the window once more, but Sirius hardly pays attention to that. No, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend, who has already made his way over to him with an air of worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out but is unsure if that would be okay. It would be. Sirius craves his touch, always will.

Sirius reaches out and tangles their fingers together for him, squeezing harshly as if doing so will tether them together.

“There’s blood on the sheets,” he mutters, and the concern melts into understanding.

“That’s alright,” Remus says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll handle the bed, you go take a bath.”

Sirius immediately shakes his head. “No, Moony, you don’t have to—”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I want to do this for you.”

“But…” Sirius chews on his lip, looking away shamefully. “It’s gross, Rem.”

Remus reaches up and gently grips his chin, tilting his head up to make Sirius look at him. His hazel eyes are tender and reassuring, immediately making Sirius melt just a bit.

“How many times have you cleaned up blood from my sheets after a full moon, Sirius?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. That blood isn’t from… from down there.”

“It’s just blood, love,” Remus says patiently. “Doesn’t matter where it came from.”

He hesitates, chewing on his lip once more. On one hand, he thinks he’ll end up in a ball of tears if he tries to clean the sheets himself, but on the other hand, he can’t help but feel self-conscious. Despite having been together for close to two years, Remus hasn’t seen that yet. Sirius has made sure of it. Sure, he’s been there during his period— he’s cuddled him and helped fulfil his cravings and warmed up the Muggle heating pad Lily gave him in their fourth year— but he hasn’t actually seen the blood. Sirius’ dysphoric mind is convinced that he will be disgusted with Sirius and his body when he sees it, even if he knows that Remus would never.

“I can see you spiralling,” Remus mutters, running his thumb along the backs of the other man’s knuckles. Sirius sighs.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Sirius,” he says softly. “Let me help you, please?”

He swallows thickly and, before he can change his mind, says, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Remus repeats with a smile, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Now, go take a nice long bath, cariad. I’ll have your heating pad and a cuppa waiting for you when you’re done.”

Sirius hums, a warm feeling settling in his chest. “Switch the tea for a cup of that special hot chocolate your mother sent and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“A cup of mam’s hot chocolate it is, then,” Remus says easily and Sirius feels a small smile slip on his face, his first one all morning.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good.” The other man puts some space between them and before Sirius can even mourn the loss, he’s being gently shoved in the direction of the bathroom. “Now go. I’ll get your clothes too once you’re in the tub.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you, Moons.”

“Of course, love.”

And with that, Sirius moves down the hall and stops by their bedroom. He grabs his wand and some of his clothes— minus the fuzzy knit sweater, which is actually Remus’ and two sizes too big— and makes his way to the large, tiled bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a quiet snick and, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mirrors, he quickly casts blurring charms on them all. He usually doesn’t have to resort to such measures, rather comfortable in his body now that he’s been magically transitioning for over a year, but his periods always bring about a particular sense of discomfort regarding his appearance.

Trying his best not to let his thoughts drift negatively, he strips off his bloodied clothes and sends them to the laundry hamper in their bedroom with a flick of his wand.

The water is warm and relaxing when he sinks into the tub, soothing aches he didn’t even realise he had. Sirius sighs, letting his head fall back against the tile and his eyes fall shut.

Sirius had almost thought that he was done with periods. He hasn’t bled in months, and he had just started getting his hopes up that the potions had finally stopped his cycle as they were meant to, but no. He feels a bit defeated, if he’s being honest with himself. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle this on his own.

But you’re not on your own, a voice in his head reminds him as he begins to clean himself.

And the thing is, the voice is right. He has Remus.

Sirius has always had trouble seeking help from others, most especially those he’s close to. It always sparks a sense of shame. Maybe his mother moulded that into him, or maybe he was always like this. Whatever the reason, he struggles.

Remus tells him it’s okay to need help sometimes. Sirius knows that, logically. He’s been on the receiving end of that request more times than he can count for Remus— in the days leading up to and following the full moon he needs all the help he can get. He also knows that if someone cares about you, they won’t mind lending a hand when you need it. It just takes some getting used to, Sirius supposes. The care, the support, the concern.

He is getting used to it, slowly but surely. Has to, when he lives with Remus Lupin of all people. His tall, scarred, mean-looking werewolf boyfriend is actually the softest and most loving person he has ever met, and he refuses to let Sirius get away with shutting him out.

Sirius loves him even more for it.

Only a couple minutes later finds him dripping onto the bath mat, towel wrapped tightly around his waist as pink-tinged water swirls down the drain. He quickly pulls on Remus’ sweater and begins rummaging through the cabinets, searching for his cloth pads. He finds one buried underneath a pile of hair scrunchies and he places the pad in his boxers, securing it with a light sticking charm just so he doesn’t have to worry or think about it.

He tugs on his baggy sweatpants with a wince, lower muscles cramping in protest at the lack of soothing warmth now that he’s left the bath. It’s not quite bad enough to need a pain relieving potion just yet, especially not before he’s got his hands on his heating pad, but he can already tell this one will be rough.

At least he’ll have Remus to help him through it, even if he has to force Sirius to let him do so.

Sirius feels a bit like a wet cat as his damp curls drip onto the muted orange sweater he stole borrowed. He quickly grabs his abandoned wand off the counter and casts a quick drying spell, feeling the weight disappear off his head as his curls become light and bouncy once more. With a huff of satisfaction, he slips his wand into his pocket and opens the bathroom door to leave. Immediately, he hears a pleased mrrrp followed by Linette darting between his legs, purring and rubbing all the while. He chuckles, bending over to scratch at her cheeks.

“Finally more interested in me than the birds outside the window, huh, ma pépette?”

Linette purrs even louder in reply, rubbing so aggressively against his hands that she nearly stabs herself in the eye with his fingers. Sirius snorts inelegantly and scoops her up, letting her perch herself comfortably on his shoulder before he finally steps out of the bathroom.

Immediately he can smell the faintest hint of chocolate and nutmeg wafting from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles in his chest as he shuffles into the living room. On the sofa sits the quilt Effie gifted them when they moved in, Sirius’ heating pad folded with care on his seat. Gentle music plays from the wireless and he has to bite back a soft smile. Merlin, he loves this man.

“Have a nice bath, love?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, two steaming mugs held in his hands. Linette chirps happily at the sight of him, and Sirius privately agrees.

“It was alright,” he hums lightly. “S’that for me?”

“Ah, no, actually. Figured I’d get two hot chocolates all to myself while my poor, sweet boyfriend wastes away on the couch all by himself.”

“How utterly cruel of you, Moons. I’m heartbroken.”

Remus snickers. “Go sit down, Pads.”

“Mm, alright.”

Sirius plops down on the couch, jostling Linette whose tail flicks in displeasure, and burrows under the cosy red quilt. Before Sirius can even think to do it himself, Remus has set the mugs down on the end table and grabbed the heating pad.

“Rem, I can—”

“No, I’ve got it,” he reassures. “Drink your hot chocolate, I’ll set this up.”

“If you say so,” Sirius says a bit reluctantly.

Linette drops off his shoulder onto the couch cushion next to him as he reaches for one of the mugs.

The first sip is heaven, always is. Hope Lupin’s hot chocolate recipe is a gift from Merlin himself.

“Godric, this is fantastic,” Sirius groans delightedly. Remus chuckles as he plugs in the heating pad.

“Isn’t it?”

“Tell your mother she’s a saint for me next time you phone her.”

“‘Course, Pads,” Remus says as he walks back over, careful to avoid tripping on the cord. Linette hops down and starts smelling it curiously.

“C’mon, baban, leave it alone,” he chides while batting her away gently.

“Aw, leave her be, Remus! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could chew on the cord and be electrocuted,” he deadpans. Sirius blinks.

“Right. Forgot Muggle technology is utterly terrifying. Carry on, then.”

Remus snorts and picks her up, setting her on Sirius’ lap which has already started to warm up. She purrs, cuddling into the heat and closing her eyes contentedly. Sirius runs a hand through her fur while he takes another sip from his mug. A weight settles next to him on the couch as Remus cuddles up to his side, reaching over him to grab his own hot chocolate from the end table.

Sirius hums happily, tilting his body into Remus’ and melting against the cushions. A little peck on his temple makes a soft grin slide on his face and he lets his eyes fall shut.

“Thank you for this, Moons.”

A hand reaches out to tangle with his own, squeezing gently but firm. “Of course, cariad. You mean the world to me.”

“You do, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, you know.”

Remus hums, pressing another kiss to his head before he says softly, “Well, good thing you don’t have to, then.”

[findmeintheferns]

sweet dreams

fuck me like you missed me then

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: y/n can’t sleep, how could she? she had gotten so used to ellie fcking her every night before bed. since ellie and cat were back together they can’t anymore. uno because that would be wrong, right? right???

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: angst, smut (oral sex, fingering), apologies if there is typos i got sick of rereading this lol

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.5k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: ellie williams (TLOU) x reader

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You had tried everything, you mediated, downed 2 cups of chamomile tea, took a warm shower, read. Hell, you even counted sheep for a solid 15 minutes to no avail. You just could not sleep. Usually you wouldn’t really care that much, you enjoyed your quiet time and would spent the night finishing a book or watching whatever movie you could scavenge from crumbling houses. Nighttime was really the only time you could be alone. However tomorrow you had patrol at 5am and you didn’t really love the idea of no sleep before that. You stared at the clock as the hand crept closer and closer to the early hours of the morning.

“That’s it. Fuck it.” you groaned in frustration, pushing yourself off your couch and marching towards the door. You knew deep down this wasn’t a great idea, but you were desperate. It was freezing outside, you didn’t even bother to put on a jacket before making your way to Ellie’s. You see, the past few months between you and her had been kinda awkward. You were best friends since Ellie and Joel had returned from Salt Lake City. You met her during a rough time, and you bonded over that. She was the first person you ever did a patrol with, you know, without a group. You always knew there was something more there, you just didn’t act on it. However when Ellie and Cat went on their first ‘break’ you slipped up. The two of you had been drinking alone in her room, she couldn’t stop complaining about her ex and you were getting fed up of hearing about it. You didn’t like Cat in the first place, and the idea of making her jealous lit a fire in you, one didn’t know was there before. Ellie was mid sentence, saying something along the lines of, “And you know what fucking gets me? She says that I should cut YOU out of my life because you secretly want me blah blah blah yet she’s always with stupid Bailey, the one person I know for a fact wants to fuc-“ you cut her off, pressing your lips against hers and making her shut up. She pulled away, looking kinda shocked. That shock however didn’t last long because about 2 seconds later she was pulling you into her lap by your tank top and roughly kissing you back. After that incident you continued to fuck for a few weeks, spending almost every night in her bed or her in yours. The problem was you didn’t talk about it, probably because you knew it was wrong. You’d simply wait for one another the second it got dark out to show up at the door and then spend a solid chunk of the night having the best sex of your life. This was up until a week ago, which is when you noticed Cat desperately trying to fix things with Ellie.

“Wait- y/n, don’t go. I don’t understand?” Ellie quickly followed after you as you made your way to the door.

“Cat wants you back Ellie, come on we can’t keep doing this.” You grab the door handle but Ellie’s hand grabs yours, stopping you from being able to twist it. You make eye contact with her and sigh.

“Why does it matter if she wants me back?” she asks, confused.

You push her hand off yours, aggressively opening the door.

“You clearly want her too, you shouldn’t ruin your chances by continuing something that’s purely just sex.”

You don’t give her a chance to reply, you don’t even look at her face, scared that her expression will convince you she’s feeling something she’s not. You didn’t have the balls to tell her how you actually felt, like how you wish you were hers instead of Cat, or how you were scared to take it any further because you couldn’t risk losing her as a friend. From then on you had barely been talking, she seemed kinda pissed off at you actually. Plus her and Cat were back together, so yeah, you knew it was the wrong thing to do, but you no longer gave a fuck. You reach her door and gently knock three times, wondering if she’ll even be awake to hear it. Suddenly a sleepy, groggy Ellie opens the door, looking puzzled.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” she mumbled staring at you with confusion. You don’t waste anytime making your way into her room and slamming the door shut.

“Y/n I don’t understa-“ You cut her off again, grabbing her face and pressing her lips to yours. You expect her to get angry at you but instead she returns the kiss even more rough then you were. Before you know it she has pushed you onto the bed, her lean but muscular body on top of yours. You moan at the sight of her, she’s wearing a singlet with with no bra, so you can see how hard her nipples are already. Her hair is a little messy, probably from sleep, but still looks good somehow. She practically tears your shirt off you and moves her kisses from your lips down your neck and to your breasts. You gasp at the feeling of her lips on your chest as she intently sucks your nipples, making your whole body tingle. You pull on her hair and she lets out a moan, moving back to your lips. You’ve made out for too long, you need more, you grind against her leg and she retaliates, pressing her thigh into your clit. You grab her singlet and pull it off without hesitating. You begin unbuttoning her pants however you’re interrupted by her raspy voice.

“Wait, wait, wait, Y/n. Are we really doing this?” she says, clearly out of breath.

“I mean, only if you want to” you shrug

“I want to. I really want to. But i’m confused, you told me to get back with Cat? You made it clear that what we had was just sex, are you just really horny because if that’s the cas-“

You press you finger to her lips.

“Ellie, come on did you really think this was just sex to me? I hate Cat, I envy her. I’ve wanted you since we were 15 but I couldn’t risk losing you. I just can’t pretend anymore.”

You watch Ellie’s face carefully, scared that what she’ll say next will cause you two to never speak again. Instead she softly rubs her fingers on against your cheek.

“I really wish you told me earlier, we wasted so much time. I missed you this last week, a lot.” she sighs.

You are so relieved you could actually cry, but now is not the time for that.

“Fuck me like you missed me then.” you don’t have time to say anything else, because the second you finished your sentence Ellie has lifted you up and roughly placed you on top of her hips so that you are straddling her as she lays down. Your lips reconnect and you grind down hard.

“I need you” you moan, drunk on the how good this feels.

“I’ve got you baby” she replies, flipping you over and pulling your pants down quicker than you thought was humanly possible. She unbuttons her pants so you are both naked, your pussy pulsing from the sight.

“So wet for me huh baby?” she hums, causing you to groan.

Wasting no time she presses her mouth against your clit, moaning at your reaction to her tongue. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach begin to grow warm, you’re not going to last long. You grab her hand that is tightly gripped against your thigh. She always does this so she can hold you in place while she licks and sucks in the perfect rhythm. You push her hand further down and she knows exactly what you want. She presses her fingers inside you and you throw your head against the pillow, making the headboard loudly hit the wall. She continues to finger you while using her magic mouth on your clit as you feel yourself begin to come undone. It makes you so fucking wet how much she loves eating your pussy.

“F-fuck, FUCK, Ellie i’m so close. I’m so so fucking close ughh” you moan worryingly loud but oh well, you couldn’t care less in this moment. Ellie moans into your pussy and you’re thrown over the edge, cumming arguably harder than you’ve ever cum in your life. Ellie rolls over, laying next to you, as you both try and catch your breath.

“Fuck.” You groan, thinking about how good she makes you feel. You roll over and look at her, sweaty and breathless.

“You okay?” you ask “You seem kinda out of breath.” She turns to look at you, her cheeks bright pink.

“I-I um, sorta”

“Spit it out Ellie” you say impatiently, worried something is wrong.

“Shut up” she retaliates “I came. When I was eating you out idk how but I finished”

You giggle, moving so that you are now on top of her.

“Naw don’t be embarrassed Els, wanna cum again?” you whisper in her ear causing her to groan,

“You know I fucking do”.

[paperhugg]

what do you even do outdoors?

I don't get how people can say: 'what do you even do outdoors? In a forest. It's so boring.'

excuse you. what are YOU doing outdoors?! In a forest.

I see the light through the leaves and the tiny waterbeads on blades of grass and birds doing their thing and bugs walking like they're wearing hiking boots and aaaaalll the colors and stuff. And I smell every pinecone and mud and greenery and LIFE. And I hear a million different birdsongs, conversations I just don't quite get, but I kind of get, and the prickling sound of ants on forest floor and the wind in the trees. And I touch every tree I pass, greeting them like a friend, and caress soft spongy moss and freak out because it brings me so much joy and I pick up acorns or stones or just a pretty leaf.

And I feel.....SO MUCH. Sometimes I ball my eyes out because it's too much. Everything about nature feels natural to me. 🍃

If you're bored in a forest I can not fcking help you.

[escargot4free00]

Tonight was one of the few  times I’ve walked alone in the streets on Paris since my arrival as it gets dark/is dark. After a heavily emotional day, saying goodbye to my best friend who I won’t see in a year, and cleaning the house for hours finding copious spider dens and dealing with water problems amongst other things, being exhausted and anxious almost to my wits ends. I tried to keep my cool the entire day. As I decided to trek to the other side of Paris, to stay my brothers’ house, I find that I’m locked out, with two heavy bags and having forgotten to eat dinner. I am so hungry, but the closest supermarket closed 5 minutes earlier. So I take my bags and walk to the next supermarket, with 10 minutes to spare before all the grocery stores would be shut. It’s still light outside and im walking as super paced as I possibly can to make it in time. Each street I walk down is crevice filled with men, who blatantly stare and talk at me as if I was a kind of prey. I don’t think I saw one woman out on the street. On the corner of the supermarket as I approach the sliding doors, three boys are playing soccer, and one of them keeps staring me up and down up and down, until he charges at me with his entire body weight with the ball, throwing himself on top of me so as to literally assert his physical dominance. He bows me kisses and tries to brush his weight against me again but I quickly bolt between the supermarket doors. The only woman I see walking around is a homeless woman who I have seen around. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone. As I get to the counter the man at the checkout creepily winks at me. I had to instantly look down from the overwhelming discomfort and shudders in my spine. He suddenly holds up a bag of chips that I had taken and begins yelling « did you rip this open « . I say no of course not - like ,,,, no I didn’t rip the fucking chip packet before buying it and giving it to him at the fucking checkout. Why would I do that. He signals for the security guard who towers over me. He tells him to take me to the cameras to check for whether I opened the chip packet on screen. I am literally on the verge of a full breakdown as he’s just yelling at me, swiping between screens showing sections of the supermarket. I repeat myself over and over that I didn’t rip the fcking packet open, that would make absolutely no sense, I was paying for it either way! They keep me there until they decide they're ready to stop giving a fuck. Just making sure I have just enough exposure to enough people, humiliated and in tears. They shove the packet into my chest and say they’re closing so I have to now pay. They tell me not to come back but then give me a smile and a wink as I leave. At this point I’m genuinely depleted, im so tired. I walk a 10 minute longer route so I don’t have to face the men through the smaller streets. On my alternative route, with 2% on my phone, I receive 4 different men at different points blatantly yelling at me, telling me I should go home with them, asking for a kiss, telling me not to walk so fast and asking why I don’t look at them. 

I’ve genuinely never felt myself get to the point of completely defencelessness in the presence of men. But when we have no options but to cop it or bare the potential dangers of reciprocating and verbalising your discomfort and anger, then we’re essentially just fucked. 

[byhuenii]

PRETTY LITTLE BOWS

synopsis! wrapping him in a big pink pretty bow (WC: idk..) pairing! logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader warnings! usage of name instead of yn. mainly fluff?? slightly suggestive?? it’s something!! marvel jesus. probably ooc (IDGAF)🧏‍♀️ a/n! this man would be so mad but he’s such a softie i know it I KNOW IT. i want him wrapped in a pretty pink FCKING BOW.

hugh jackman wolverine so that = him being tall as hell.

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wade seriously had been trying to for the last couple of days, he had been trying to get logan’s fine ass to sit down and wrap him in a pink pretty bow. but somehow your ass managed to get wolvie to sit down with pink bows in his hair and one big ol bow tied around him

“wow peanut you actually are incredibly in love with my sidekick!” “shut the fuck up.”

you giggled applying glossy reddish pink lipstick to your mouth, “and you’re allowing her to even mark you up! never thought we’d see the day wolvie actually settle for someone who isn’t already taken” wade witted throwing a grape into his mouth

“you’re a deadman wade.” logan threatened trying to compose himself, you had taken your time with these bows and wade getting under his skin would only cause him to beat the shit out of him aka the bows ripping.

wade placed his hand on your shoulder shaking his head “you truly do have the fur ball under your wraps, if it weren’t for the bows he’d of definitely ripped me apart” wade made his way to logan laughing at the sight

“i need a picture of this you look so dumb” wade took out his phone to take a photo, “leave him alone wade. you can take a photo after im done” you hummed putting the lipgloss down

“you are not marking my face up with that lip gloss women.” logan growled moving away, “jeez stop moving you big baby” you straddle his lap peppering his face with kisses leaving kiss marks all over even on his beard and neck.

you smiled at your work it was a masterpiece, you looked very pleased moving your fingers up to your lips kissing it with a nod like the chefs do “wait i’m missing something! hold the camera wade”

you pulled logan into a quick kiss, your soft glossed lips that had a minty strawberry flavor intoxicating him, he chased after wanting more only to end up frustrated from you pulling away ever so quickly. he was over this. “perfect!” you purred, “wade. camera.” you demanded taking a photo logan as he looked at you through his lashes

“me next wolvie! me next!” wade giddily awaited but all he got was logan flipping him off with his claws, “i’m gonna fucking kill you wade.” logan’s tone was rough and dark his eye twitched using the claws to destroy the big bow.

yeah no fuck this, this is their apartment you gonna go back to yours next door,

“HEY HEY HEY. I DIDNT DO ANYTHING” wade was so quick to point fingers like a little bitch, “that was all [name] how about you go get her peanut” wade try to shoo him like some dog

“are you saying i should hurt my girl?” he growled. yeah no you’re leaving, “SHES LITERALLY RUNNING AWAY.”

yes you were in fact running away, you did not want to get blood on your newly pair of sweats and white top thank you very much, “IM THE INNOCENT ONE. I AM MARVEL JESUS YOU SON OF A BITCH—”

you closed the door walking back to your apartment awaiting for logan to come over for much more than just kisses and a bow being wrapped around him.

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a/n request request request 🧏‍♀️

[reincarnatedonthefirst]

I need a few days to think about it but I’m also thinking about giving Derrick my personal number (he only has my sex work numbers). I don’t like the idea of him being like a lost little puppy because he thinks he’s lost contact with me because I’m ignoring his text messages.

I’m seriously emotional today. I think this started while we were having sex. I got on top to ride him and he put one hand on my hip on the other on my jaw and geeeez!

This kind of (consensual) sexual aggression and control is wonderful to me. I don’t quite know how to describe the feeling but the feeling of his hand on my jaw, close to my throat, actually brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t sob but years ran down my face. I don’t know why or how it felt so good but this is actually the product of us knowing one another for all this time. He has learned what turns me on and he uses it.

I was so into this domination that I nearly had the balls to ask him to slap me in the face during sex

😑 What the fuck.

By the way, I hope this isn’t triggering for anyone who’s dealt with physical abuse from a partner. I do not mean to trivialize or sexualize what is a traumatic experience for a lot of women!

However, I think the true sexual being in me is almost fully formed. It was only a few years ago that I found out I liked this kind of aggression during sex. But being slapped is another level. I want to think carefully about this before discussing it with Derrick (he’s the only person I can trust to care for me during sex).

Anyway, last theory on why I’m so emotional today: my electroacupuncture appointment this morning was fcking… brutal. 😂 And it was all my own doing.

During her check-in, I asked my acupuncturist to crank up the electricity to a high level for all the electrodes. YyyyyyOW! I was in pain for about 6 minutes until the pain dulled to a tolerable level.

The point is that the intensity of the electrodes may have allowed for a more intense flow (or release?) of qi than I’ve ever experienced. If that’s what happened, well, it’s remarkable. But I need to be careful with asking for that much power during electroacupuncture. I was uncomfortable and out of breath for a solid 6 minutes after she jacked up the level. ⚡️

I’m feeling overwhelmed, emotionally.

Derrick and I had our session today. Things went wrong toward the end of the session which led to us having an honest conversation about our relationship (it’s difficult for me to be honest with my feelings when I’m upset with someone). In the conversation, I admitted to Derrick that I do see him as more than a friend and more than a client (he told me that he was aware of this which led to the confession).

Also, at the beginning of our session, he told me that I am important to him. That was the most touching thing he’s ever said to me. And I know he meant it. We’ve been friends for years and even though I have problems with him, he always comes back to me and I always let him back in.

In fact, the reason why he came across my new profile yesterday is because he thought I changed my work phone number and he was looking for my old ad (he thought my number changed because I’ve been steadily ignoring his text for weeks). I liked knowing that he took that step to find me again.

Derrick, though I have issues with his masculinity, is actually my friend. He genuinely cares for me. And that is very important for someone as lonely as I am. He is not generous. He is not wealthy. But the friendship he provides does have value. I don’t think I can ignore that anymore.

The reason he comes back to me every time is due to my own generosity over the years. I have been very generous with my time and no one else listens to him the way that I do. So it’s understandable that I am important to him.

The fact that he still pays me for sex makes the relationship complicated to me. He finds the relationship confusing as well because when we are together, I am very affectionate.

Derrick likes me and wants a relationship with me. But I don’t want to date anyone. I like my freedom. I don’t want to be beholden to anyone. I think he’s great but I don’t want a commitment. Also, Derrick has proven to be a liar. He lied to me once and, of course, he cheated on his wife with me during the last two years of their marriage… That’s not acceptable.

But I’m also scared of losing his love if he gets into a relationship… But that’s not enough of a reason to date him.

Masculinity issues aside, Derrick is a catch (so to speak). Very attractive, smart, good job, great lover, mature for a man his age (I’m 6 years older than him).

I think life has something in store for us. The fact that we’ve known one another for so long seems to be significant… or maybe I’m searching for meaning when there isn’t one… Regardless, I like the fact that we have time in. But for our relationship to survive, I’ll need to be a better communicator. He does a wonderful job of giving me space to speak my mind when something bothers me. My problem is that I’m afraid to speak my mind. Always have been. But if I want for this relationship to work in my favor, I’ll have to learn to communicate better.

This is all so much to process. I need to give myself a few days to calm down and look at our relationship again objectively.

I do worry that Derrick will find someone and I will lose him altogether. In any case, I have to remember to put my happiness first.

This is all so hard to work out.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hello, Honey! May I request HCs of the Vice Dorm Leaders (Minus Ortho because he baby) (Separately) with their crush [Gender Neutral] (Romantic) who came up to them while yelling out, “Hey (Fav Vice Dorm Leader)! Trust-fall!” Then proceed to turn their back at them and fall back. If they were able to catch [Reader], they’ll confess, “I guess I fell for you~” It’s a love confession, in a unique way. How would they react and are they quick enough to catch their favorite person?

(If it’s too many people to squeeze in, it’s okay to write with Trey, Jade, and Lilia.)

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

Hmmm- niceee- @sanctum-of-ramshackle UwU

Trey, Jade, ROOK- and Lilia :)))

TWST s/o's trust fall flirt

Trey Clover

It was so sudden-

"Honey- Trey! Trust fall!" you called out to him, as you proceed to fall backwards.

HOLY SHI-

Trey can run, but he's never run so fast in such speed before-

Of course, he successfully catches you before you could even touch the ground.

"S/o! That was dangerous! You could've seriously hurt yourself!" he chides worriedly, helping you get back up on your two feet as he places his two hands on your shoulders, checking and making sure you were okay.

You only smile lovingly at him, replying oh so casually, "I guess I fell for you~"

*Trey Clover.exe has stopped working*

Oh my god...

S/o...

Don't make him drop you down by accident- You seriously caught him off guard, making him blush by the sudden confession.

He seriously needs to keep an eye on you, in a good way (i think???) <3

ARGHHHHH- FCKING LOVE YOUUBDGDHJGDGDJD-

Jade Leech

Again, sudden, but he was just surprised.

"Jade! Trust fall!"

I mean, obviously he cares for you, so expect him to brisk walk his way there (which is so easy since he has some LONG ASS LEGS THIS SEXY EEL- OF COURSE HE CAN MAKE IT- literally taking one step that covers like- 50 OF MINE-) and catches you.

"S/o, what's with the sudden action?" he smiles in amusement, genuinely curious about your antiques.

You look up to him, smiling a little giddily. "Guess I fell for you~"

Hm?

Oh.

Oh.

Fufufu~ that was quite the good one, s/o. He certainly didn't expect that. Oh, you're so funny. Such a refreshing yet simple confession that caught him off guard.

He simply chuckles, helping you stand on the ground, as he smirks, a view of his sharp teeth flashing back at you.

"How funny, s/o. And I guess I fell for you, too~" <3

Rook Hunt

Sudden, but he was prepared.

He has good reflexes, like- come on-

"Rook! Trust fall!"

As soon as you said that and fall backwards, he sprinted his way across and catches you in no time.

No biggie-

"My! Dear s/o! What's with you all of a sudden? Be careful!" he laughs, but curious as of what was going on in your head.

Rook only received a sweet smile formed on your face, before you simply replied back, "I guess I fell for you~"

Rook blinks, before he laughs again, completely amused by your response.

Oh my! What a simple yet beautiful confession! How funny and sweet!

Rook gazes into your eyes again when he helps you up, smiling as he bows down like a gentleman asking his lover for a dance at the ball.

"Why, what an adorable confession, mon cheri! Simply beaute!!" <3

Lilia Vanrouge

Something in his head told him you were about to do something.

And he was right.

"Lilia! Trust fall!"

In a flash, you locked eyes with ruby red ones, a smile etched on the fae as he raised an eyebrow, helping you up.

"My, s/o, what's gotten into you today? Be careful, darling~" he teased.

Instead of the usual coy blush that would bloom on your face, he instead met your calm and warm smile.

"I guess I fell for you~"

Oh wow, how smooth, s/o~

The fae simply chuckles. He didn't really expect that at all.

"How cheeky of you, s/o. But, I fell for you most definitely as well~" <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (11)

pairing: taehyung x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Taehyung knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Taehyung is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Taehyung hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Taehyung manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Taehyung watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Taehyung catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Taehyung follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Taehyung over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Taehyung bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Taehyung's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Taehyung gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Taehyung deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Taehyung away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Taehyung is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Taehyung gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Taehyung looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Taehyung's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Taehyung presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Taehyung's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Taehyung breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Taehyung pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Taehyung reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Taehyung stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Taehyung go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Taehyung pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Taehyung's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Taehyung to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Taehyung presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Taehyung's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Taehyung, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Taehyung lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Taehyung grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Taehyung gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Taehyung instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Taehyung curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Taehyung's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Taehyung spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Taehyung still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Taehyung slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Taehyung smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Taehyung picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Taehyung grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Taehyung smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Taehyung's rooms, where Taehyung lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Taehyung doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Taehyung's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Taehyung moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Taehyung wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Taehyung presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Taehyung to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Taehyung rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Taehyung is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Taehyung gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Taehyung catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Taehyung kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Taehyung's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Taehyung pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Taehyung has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Taehyung finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Taehyung smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Taehyung slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Taehyung moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Taehyung's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Taehyung curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Taehyung grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Taehyung sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Taehyung hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Taehyung's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Taehyung grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Taehyung chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Taehyung's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Taehyung grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Taehyung flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Taehyung is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Taehyung filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Taehyung rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Taehyung covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Taehyung smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Taehyung chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Taehyung smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Taehyung freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Taehyung above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Taehyung against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Taehyung basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Taehyung's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Taehyung's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Taehyung pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Taehyung's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Taehyung is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Taehyung bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Taehyung gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Taehyung lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Taehyung wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

[amimimi]

Reki tickle kink question mark?

warnings: smut, minors DNI, afab!reader x reki

notes: reader and reki are in college here! but damn, got a lil carried away with this 🥴 also, this sorta readers like a blurb/brain rot kinda thing? I hope that’s okay anon! also aslo, i did not beta this, so i apologize for grammatical/spelling errors!

reki tickle kink <3

please, he’s be so fcking ticklish—his neck, his stomach, the back of his legs, under his arms—he’s just that sensitive.

reki probably doesn’t even know about his kink until your randomly tickle him once and the sensation goes straight to his dick. he most likely chops it up to him just being sensitive to your touch/him being really horny.

one time y’all were out on a lunch date during a long gap between your classes. the two of you were goofing off while you were waiting to be seated, standing near the entrance while reki kept squeezing your hand in an attempt to crack your knuckles. you were trying to crack his knuckles back but they would not crack for some odd reason??

eventually, you placed your lips against the side of reki’s neck and blew a raspberry there. reki gives a high pitched squeak and immediately jerks back from you. you’re laughing at reki’s reaction while he’s still shuddering, the giddy sensation of your breath tickling his neck lingering. he feels that giddy sensation swirl in his stomach and bam—poor baby gets a boner right then and there. all he can manage is a strangled “bathroom” before he nearly trips rushing to the restaurant’s restroom. and you’re left there like “???”

but then you find out on a whole separate occasion. y’all are sprawled out on top of your bed, lying side by side. he’s watching skate videos and you’re playing on your switch.

but you can’t get past this one level for some annoying reason, so you decided to ask reki if he could maybe try and beat it for you.

“reki” you say, breaking the silence.

he doesn’t respond.

“reki?” still gripping your switch in one hand, you turn your head to look at reki. he’s heavily engrossed in his skating videos, holding his phone up to his face.

“yo, reki” you say more insistently, nudging your legs against his. and when he still doesn’t look up from his phone, you stretch your arm out to tickle the side of his stomach and reki squeals—like full on flinches and drops his phone onto his face.

your eyes widen at his reaction as you push yourself up, slightly amused as you stare down at reki.

“oh my god, why’d you do that?” reki gasps, body tensed as he curls up into a ball.

“you ticklish?” you ask with a sort of quiet wonder that makes reki’s stomach heavy with dread. he looks up and sees, to his misfortune, the playful twinkle in your eyes and he internally groans.

“hell no! i just…that just…hurt!” reki finishes, hoping that you buy his lie. which probably wasn’t too convincing with how he was curled on his side, arms wrapped protectively over his stomach “you poked me hard!”

“oh?” you grin, kneeling over him. you spot the little bit of reki’s lower stomach peeking out from under his hoodie and brush your nails against the skin there. reki gives a shrill gasp, before curling in tighter on himself. “you sure, babe?”

reki slightly panics when he feels his cock getting hard along with the growing giddy sensation in his stomach and he prays you stop before he embarrasses himself.

“i’m—” reki doesn’t even get to finish his statement before you jab your fingers under his arms and tickle him there too.

reki shrieks and rolls over onto his back in attempt to fight you back. you take that opportunity to pounce, saddling his waist as your hands slip under his hoodie to tickle the sides of his torso. he wants to laugh, cry, and scream all at that same time

“y/n! s-stop!” reki snorts harshly between yelps as he attempts to grasp your wrists, which he finds hard to do with his body shudders.

the two of you continue on like that, wrestling as reki squirms and shouts/giggles under you until one of reki’s yelps devolves into an throaty moan.

you pause from tickling reki, gawking down at him as he slings his arm over his eyes, slightly panting. part of you thought he was pulling a joke, but knowing how reki was (needy), you couldn’t be sure.

“reki,” you say, not sure if you should laugh or not. “did you—?”

as if you answer you, reki instinctively ruts his hips up against yours and swears weakly under his breath. your eyes widen when you come to realize that reki is in fact hard, his cock pressing against your inner thigh.

“you’re hard” you whisper dumbly, because it’s all you can think to say. reki swallows, adam apple bobbing, before he drops his arm from over his eyes. he stares dead at you, eye kids slightly hooded, and his whole face tinged with pink.

“i am—” reki mutters before he places his hands on your waist and flips your over. you yelp at the sudden change in positioning as reki’s already haphazardly tugging your little track shorts down your thighs. with two fingers, he pushes the thin fabric of your underwear to the side before clumsily rubbing at your clit. you bite back a moan, arching your back as reki ruts his hard on against your thigh, whining as he attempts to gain some friction there. “—and it’s your fault”

notes: reki on the brain <333

[sparetimeimagines]

JSJSJS THIS CAME RANDOMLY IN MY HEAD BUT KNIGHT! OSAMU MIYA FCKING PRINCESS! READER SOME OTHER INFORMATION BUT THEY'RE DATING SECRETLY TAKE YOUR TIME JN MAKING THIS JDJDJS

A/N: ok ok, work with me. I changed it from Knight!Osamu to Prince!Osamu for good reasons. I do plan on doing a Knight!Osamu because I love the protection trope. However… I was working on this and the idea of the fic polluted my brain. This fic will have multiple parts.

Worthy | Miya Osamu x Y/n X Miya Atsumu

Tags; Prince!Osamu, Prince!Atsumu, Royal!Au, Family Affairs, Smut, Blowie, Y/n being greedy 🥰

Two | Masterlist

Dark corners of the castle were your favorite hiding place. Heart beating rapidly in your chest, echoing to your ears canceling out all extra noises. Deaf to the excess, you’re distracted by the pair of hands grasping your hips.

“Where’s your pretty gown?” A crisp voice whispers into your neck littering kisses along your skin until finally he meets your lips.

“Where’s your suit of armor?” You tease pinning him against the wall.

His touch. His smell. It’s everything.

“Where is your prince?

“Who?”

Your fingers trace the cool button of his pants, unfastening him at such pace, eager to feel his skin on your skin.

You drop to your knees, his warm cock instantly hard in your hands.

“That’s not very ladylike.” He chuckles rolling his head back against the cold walls of the palace.

“Shut the fuck up, Osamu.” You giggle rolling your eyes, tasting the salty bead of precum begging him for more pleasure.

“Mmh fuck. I’ve missed you.” You slurp, eyeing him through your lashes.

Your lips trail lower to his balls, taking each in your mouth with the loudest of moans before switching to the other.

“You’re so perfect.”

“You just like me because I have your balls in my mouth.” You tease rolling your eyes. Slippery wet, you return to his head feeling his fingers tangle in your hair. He combs the strays, patting each piece into place.

You look up to him from your position, knees spread, his cock in your right hand and the perfect, innocent, genuine smile that drives him wild plastered on your lips.

You truly loved him. Your twin flame.

Osamu reaches for you and pulls you into his arms; he kissing your lips like it was the first time he’s felt passion. His hold is gentle, soft enough for you to slip away if you wanted to.

The way he slips his tongue into your mouth, the soft moan he delivers as he feels this intimate moment with much intention. Your heart races, the adrenaline manipulating your thoughts.

“Let’s run away together. We can find a small town. I can get a job and we can have a normal life.” You break in one gasp and he sighs.

“Babe.”

“Shh, listen to me. We can get married and I can have your babies. Please Osamu. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He tucks himself away and rubs his temples.

“You’re not my betrothed.”

“So? That doesn’t matter Osamu. We’re in love. It shouldn’t matter. I’m supposed to be with you. We’re supposed to be together.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

You break from him like your heart is ripped from the other side.

“Why not? Why not Osamu?”

“You’re set to rule. You will be queen and my brother will take your hand. Not me.”

“I don’t love him. I love you, Osamu.”

Tears weld in your eyes and he refuses to make eye contact.

“He is first born. They chose you. You will be with him. You marry him and rule and I will be seen not heard.”

“Osamu.”

“No. That is that.”

You push off from him and he slides away from you.

“I must go. We cannot risk being caught together.” He kisses your forehead before you could say another word, passing you into the darkness.

It was an all or nothing relationship.

Alone in the castle, you wondered each hall until you meet Atsumu in your shared room.

“You love him, don’t you?”

The look of hurt in his eyes. His cold face was enough to freeze hell.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you. The way you look at him… it’s obvious.”

“Atsumu I-”

Atsumu sighs and steps closer to you, hands cupping both your cheeks.

“Y/n. I don’t want you to be unhappy. I know the circumstances of my brother. I understand you’ll never love me the way you love him. And that’s why I want you to be with him.”

“With Osamu?”

He nods not looking you in the face.

“You will never love me the way you love him.”

Atsumu leaves and returns moments later pulling Osamu by his arm, shoving him at you.

“I know.” He looks at Osamu. “I’m willing to make a compromise.”

Next time:

“In public you will be mine.” His face is solemn. “In private, his. I don’t care. But you will not embarrass me. I am ruler of this country. I will not have your petty affair disgrace me.”

[dazz-linglight]

athlete jake fcking u (cheerleader) in the locker rooms😳

(ooooh I like it 🐺 thank u for the request!)

This was the most important game of the season against a strong rival team and you promised Jake to give him a special treat if he won at the end of the night. You and the cheerleaders team cheered with great energy in the camp, with big smiles and special stunts that had the crowd screaming from both the game and the performance. The scoreboard was tight with close points for more than half the time, but in the last few minutes your school's team managed to flip over and win the game. You jumped and screamed in happiness and Jake came running towards you to pick you up, spinned you around and kissed you, ignoring your sweaty selves just for the happy moment.

"You did great, love!" You praised as he sets you down and he smiled breathlessly.

"Part of it was because of you, my number one."

"Find me at the lockers later, okay? I'll show how much I'm proud." You whispered by his ear and gave him a seemingly sweet peck, pulling him to take pictures with the full team and mascot with a big smile.

After the public celebration, applause and cheering, the coach wrapped everything up and sent the teams to shower, so you and Jake parted ways and followed the other cheerleaders to the lockers. Everybody was happy and chatting but you could only think about what was coming for you, getting out of your uniform to take a quick shower and changed into a black sundress that reached your thighs. When you finished you had to pass time on your phone to let all the girls leave first.

"Hey ______! We are going to the party at Jay's, are you coming with us?" One of your friends asked while getting ready to leave and you shook your head no.

"Not yet, I'll wait for Jake and we'll go together. I'll meet you guys there!" You dismissed with a smile and wave them bye, immediately texting Jake that the way was free. Five minutes later he opened the door and you saw him first, admiring his figure.

"Babe?" He found you and walked your way, attacking your lips before you could say anything, so you only extended your hands up to his face and kissed back with the same energy. After a few minutes of violently kissing each other, you pushed him on a locker and knelt down, unzipping his pants.

"Let me treat you today, my captain." You take hold of his hard cock and slowly licked the tip in a teasing movement, suddenly taking it all into your mouth untill it almost reached your throat. His hands came down to hold your hair in a tight ponytail as you kept sucking on his length, with cheeks hollowed around the length you placed one of your hands on his balls to massage it, contributing to his arousal so you could hear him moan, spit dripping down on his skin. You swirled your tongue as he gripped your hair tighter and started controlling your pace, your own moans a little louder as he made you choke.

You feel shivers run down your spine and Jake pulls you off before he could cum and brings you back to to eye level, this time he bends down to take off your panties, tucking it in his pocket and guide his hand to slide between your legs, to your core and up to his lips, staring at you with clear lust in his eyes and leans in to kiss you and whisper.

"You're going the best reward, babygirl." He brings you closer to leave some hidden hickeys on your chest and switch positions so you are the one against the wall, making his way in your entrance. He grabs his length and teases you with the head on your clit, rubbing it painfully slowly that you arch your back.

"Fuck, Jake just fuck me already" You say impatiently and he smirks at getting the reaction he wanted, wrapping your legs on his hips and finally pounds into you slow at first but makes himself go deeper with every thrust and faster by the minute.

"Fuck.. No matter how many times I fuck you.. You are still tight" He mumbles out with a low moan.

" . he grabs you by the neck

"No baby, that's not my name now. It's daddy, understood?"

"Yes, daddy"

"That's right." He tried his best to not make too much noise but you didn't seem to care about the risk of getting caught, so he had to shove two fingers inside your mouth to get you quiet, feeling your wet tongue under his digits and watched you suck his fingers like you did to his cock, getting closer to the edge at how good you are with your tongue. Gaining more confidence from his expression, you then caressed up and down his pointer finger, swirling your tongue all around the it, eyes making sure to not leave his stare.

"Gonna cum for me?" He broke the mild silence, moving his more firmly as he could sense your climax and you nod quickly and you let go of his fingers to kiss his lips again in a messy mix of saliva and whines. His lips latched onto yours, sucking on your lower lip and biting on it occasionally, tongues playing with each other and your mind went blank in a blissful orgasm throwing your head back and Jake too reached his high, keeping you pressed to the cold wall for a moment until he regained force to take you to the nearest bathroom to clean up.

"IS THERE SOMEONE HERE?" You almost jumped in surprise to the masculine voice from the team's coach outside.

"I'M HERE!" You answered trying to sound normal.

"Oh, don't take too long, I have to lock the doors."

"Okay!" He tapped on the door and walked out. You take a deep breath and see Jake holding his laugh while fixing his clothes.

"Let's go, miss loud." He takes off his jacket and place it over your shoulders, picking your bag on the way out.